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Like-Porcelain App: Bakari, Knight of Hearts

Albo-Beati7

Published: Dec 21, 2013

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Another group app because I do what I want and its an Interesting concept and it deserves at least a look from the rest of yoooou --->

Lets get started with this info, shall we?

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Name: Bakari

Age: 365

Gender: Male

Orientation: Demisexual

Make: Snowflake Obsidian (Volcanic glass) and blue glass with sealed gold paint. Missing portion of left ear.

Suit: Hearts

Echelon: Knight

Religion: Agnostic, but has strong interest in human mythology and the role of the church

Companion: Jade Scarab Beetle named 'Obi'

Physical Appearance: Very feminine looking, but not at all delicate. Having been carved from solid snowflake obsidian, he is not as breakable compared to some others. But it is obvious he can still be broken, as exampled by his left ear. Long legs and body.

Voice and Speech Patterns: A medium deep pitch with a subtle accent. At points, it sounds almost French, but with a strange tinge of something one would expect to hear in North Africa. Speaks very clear in a voice that carries some authority, and at the same time, has a sense of warmth, almost soothing. Never uses contractions.

Personality:

-Patient:

"Oh, it is fine. Such things happen to the best of us, yes?"

Bakari is not easily angered and has a patience that would impress most of the clergy. It is very difficult to ruffle his hypothetical feathers, but if he does reach his end point, he will simply excuse himself from the situation.

-Attentive:

"I believe I understand, but could you please repeat the maneuver one more time?"

He doesn't half-learn or half-do anything. If somecat is teaching him something, or just trying to have a simple conversation, he will not ignore them and engage them the best he can. He loves to hear what others have to say, and personally believes that simply listening is one of the best ways to gain knowledge.

-Respectful/Polite/Chivalrous

"I would be honored to escort you back to your home, it is quite dark this night and you should not be alone."

Bakari was raised to be respectful towards those in authority and those who are his senior. However, he does not limit his manners to those two circles, believing that all are worthy of respect unless they prove otherwise. In such an instances, his manners may slack, but not the point of being considered rude.

- Push-Over

"I promised that I would? Well...I would hate to disappoint you...I will take care of it."

Its not hard to guilt this cat into doing something for you, as he hates to disappoint. However, this leads to him making too many arrangements and promises that he can barely and/or can't keep, making him out to be a liar, which he also hates. He will also just sit there and take a vocal beating with out saying a word in his defense, feeling that he deserves it for making false promises.

-Too-Trusting

"She appeared as though she needed the help...I did not imagine she would do what she has done..."

Bakari is always trying to find the best in others, even if they seem like less than desirable company. This has gotten him in a lot of trouble, as well as resulted in the loss of items he held rather dear. Said company does not easily regain his trust, if at all. Despite this, he doesn't seem to let this stop him from believe that there is some good in even the nastiest of cats, and won't hesitate to help another stranger. This can tie back to his push-over nature.

-Awkward

"I did not mean to offend, I-I am sorry. I just assumed because you, urrm... uh, I am going to return to my rounds now, I apologize for my lack of insight."

Bakari has a stutter that only comes out when things get a bit awkward. Mainly when he's done something to offend another cat (or if he thins he's offended another cat). He will stumble though several apologies profusely and attempt to leave in order to mentally reprimand himself.

-Selfless

"No, no, I do not need it. I can always acquire another, as they are relatively easy to find. Please, take it."

This can be both a good and bad trait. Bakari always puts the needs of other before his own, rarely taking his own welfare into account. As a knight, it means he will never hesitate to come to another's aid, no matter the suit. However, as everything living goes, it means he goes without a good deal, and he's not so easily persuaded when it comes to taking hand outs from others.

Brief Backstory:

It is unknown who his parents were, but their unfortunate fates were clear as their shattered remains were found not far from his own quivering form when he was a kitten. The cat who found him, a cracked stained glass metal smith named Napoleon, took him into his home. The black, blue eyed, half-eared kitten became something of a curiosity among the metal smith and his peers, The Knights of the Heart suit. They settled for assuming that the kitten's parents had been far too interested in Egyptian culture at the time of his creation. Despite this, they all found it fitting to give him a name that matched his overall appearance. Within the libraries walls, Napoleon and the others searched for the perfect name in the cultural archives. Given an Egyptian name meaning "Noble Oath", Bakari was raised among the members of the Heart, learning the ways of knighthood and eventually serving the Hearts Royalty as a trained knight.

Even though its been years since his knighting, the other Knights still treat him like a kid, often teasing him good-naturedly for his feminine appearance. He doesn't at all mind, having proven himself a number of times against his many mentors, earning him well deserved respect. But it doesn't stop them from mother henning him from time to time.

Family:

-Father: Unknown

-Mother: Unknown

-Foster Father: Napoleon (Alive/NPC)

-Mate: None

-Kits: None

-Siblings: None

Relationships:

-None Yet

Extra:

-Likes

*Adventuring when off duty

*Reading and Learning

*Snow and Rain

*Sparring

*Anything Artistic (singing, dancing, weaving, ect.)

*Meditation

*Running full speed for no reason

-Dislikes

*conflict

*Dishonesty

* Hot Weather

*Offending others

Roleplay Sample:

From with

This was a familiar situation. The crowd, the jeering, the humiliation...all these sensations were not unknown to Vladimir as he was tied to the slave post, the tight ropes biting harshly into his wrists. But that was nothing to the pain that was to come.

His feet sank in the ever thickening mud as the rain pelted his naked form, making him look more pitiful than he already did. Once again, his impulsiveness had landed him in a rather dank situation. He didn't glance around at the gathered crowd, but chose to keep his eyes on the pole in front of him. He was angry, hurt, and felt all around violated by what that she-cat had done to him. He was also angry at himself. He could have refused to drink...he should have refused to drink...but his pride got in the way of any common sense..and now he was paying for it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white tom preparing his whip. As the weapon was raised above the tom's head, Vladimir closed his eyes and prepared himself for the first biting sting of his punishment.

It never came. But what did come would prove to be one of the biggest surprises of his life. The riotous sound rising from the crowd had him opening his eyes. There, staggering backwards in his direction was Toma....Why was she here? His gaze shifted to the tom with the whip who had a look of absolute horror on his face as he stared at the she cat. His shock seemed so great, the whip slipped from his hand as he ordered some cat to get a physician. Had Toma hurt someone in her rush to get here?

The large tom was broken from his thoughts when his master began to untie him. Once she'd freed him she staggered once again and would have fallen into the mud if he hadn't caught her. Then he saw it. Nothing but blood splattered across the she-cats face, down her shirt, and more falling to the muddy ground. Where he should have seen two, ice cold blue eyes....he only saw one. Full of pain and agony...as well as..concern? She was asking HIM if HE was alright....

Vladimir held the she cat by her shoulders, eyes distraught with confusion, "Toma...I.."

He wanted to hate her. He wanted to be elated at the fact that she got something she truly deserved after what she had done to him. He want to think that this...this was her punishment.

But he couldn't . He wasn't stupid. He KNEW that Toma had stood between him and that whip, most likely costing her half her vision in the process. His eyes wander for a second to his clothes, having been dropped in the sudden commotion....they didn't get to the middle of town on their own.

Eyes back on Toma, the only thought running through his mind was...why?

Behind him, a cat approached to take Toma to the village doctor. Feeling suddenly protective, Vladimir growled lowly at the other feline, "I'll take her where she needs to go...Just lead the way." Ignoring any protests she may have had, the Siberian tom picked her up gently and carried her in a bridal fashion with her head tucked to his chest. He ignored her crimson blood staining his white fur as he was led to the doctor.

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kawaiipaitoot

Dec 22, 2013

omg this is an interesting concept! if i had the time i'd join in on this too <3

i love his whole character, he's so precious ;v; <3333