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I'm trying out for the Healer Tyro position of Crowded Water in #The-Hidden-Key . c: If I don't get it, I'll either move this little guy to another rank or Tribe, or just delete him, though I do love this fluffy cutie.<3
I hope everything is alright! Sorry it's so ugly, lol, I was rushing.
He also doesn't have a Gift yet, but that marking is what it will look like when he grows up.
Wish me luck! c:

Name -- Kulivu

Name meaning -- Tedious

Age -- 7 moons

Gender -- Male

Tribe -- Crowded Water

Rank -- (I'm trying out for; Healer Tyro)

Accessories -- None for now<3

Personality --

Awkward, Shy and Quiet --
He couldn't hold up a conversation with someone he didn't know well even if he tried. He would start to fidget, avoid eye contact, and have hoenstly no clue what to say at all, stuttering and stammering and making everything even MORE awkward. With this, he is very hard to be-friend, and doesn't trust many. He is so awkward, you'll mostly see him tucked away and out of sight, at the back of the crowd, staying within the area of the ones he knows, or just tensing up and avoiding makign contact with anyone. You can say he is socially awkward. He is very observant though, with a keen, bright blue gaze, and stores all the information he gathers in his intelligant mind of his, and even though he avoids socialization, he doesn't miss a beat, he knows everyone and everything that is going on. When he does speak, he is very soft-spoken, and if you ever see him yelling or angry, that is more rare than a blue antelope.

Defenseless --
One of the reasons he became a Healer Tyro is because he couldn't defend himself if his life depended on it. And someday, it will. He cannot fight at all, instead of landing hard, good blows on his opponent, a day-old cub could do better, as he flails and thrashes. He dislikes pain and violence, it horrorfies him. When even play-fighting, he is defeated quickly, he falls and stumbles. If it was a real battle, he would have perished by now. Swimming is ever aweful for him, he couldn't stay afloat for a heartbeat. He cannot even defend himself verbally, if someone insults or is rude to him, he will duck his head and take it to heart, apologizing for doing nothing. Whatever the situation, others will have to leap to his rescue, and someday, what if there is no one to there to save him?

Quick, Intelligent and Resourceful --
Kijivu is highly intelligent, with a long-lasting memory he couldn't forget something if he tried, which is sometimes an asset and a detrement. He doesn't seem like the smart type one bit, being so shy and isolated and failing miserably at anything he tries, but his brain is constantly working and solving problems, sorting, calculating, thinking, pondering, and most of the time when he is sitting alone, this is what he does, just thinks. He is slightly obsessive compulsive, so he enjoy sorting things, and a bubble of pressure comes up if something isn't organized correctly or doesn't go right, or if he is biting off more than he can chew. When asked a question or requested to do a task, he answers or does so rapidly, he loves to please others, especially since he can't do much right. You thought 'quick' meant he was good at running? Ha, he couldn't run without falling flat on his face! He is resourceful with supplies, savouring and using the herb stores cleverly.

Clumsy --
He cannot go a day without tripping, falling, stumbling, dropping something, bumping into someone else or landing flat on his cute face. He is constantly pissing others off with this, as once he fell and caused a whole patrol to stumble and cascade into a pond. He luckily usually gets off unscathed from his constant clumsiness, though he might have a few bruises. His paws seem to have a constant desire to trip him up, and the roots of trees seem to be plotting against him, long tails are a death-wish, rocks seem to appear from no where, and the soil beneath him does nothing, though he does somehow still trip. He is teased by others, especially other Tyros, for being so clumsy, and this is another reason why he is so aweful at running and fighting. The only probable reason to win a battle is to trip and bring his opponent down with him.

Gift -- Unknown

Brief History --
He is not from the Tribes, actually, he does not remember where he truly is from, all he remembers is wandering the vast savvanah with his mother. He was unsure where his father was, whether he was alive or not, he did not know.... His mother would have been beautiful with her sleek sandy coat, midnight-dark spots, and a short, silky grey mane, but she had a long scar trailing down from her blue eye to her muzzle. He didn't know who she got it, but he never asked. She was kind, and gave gave each day to feeding them, since he was far too young to hunt. Most of the time she'd return with just scraps, so they weren't well-fed, but they weren't starving. All day, everyday, all they did was walk and travel, padding over the tough grass of the savvanah, they were not in search of anything, they were lone cheetahs, and so avoided the Tribes, since they were hostile to outsiders.
He loved his mother, she was his closest companion and the only one who didn't judge him for his dull physical skills, and loved him with all her heart.
One night, the the two of them stopped to camp beside a river, under a small rock ledge. It was drizzling lightly that evening, the river flowing slow and smooth, but as the night wore on the rain grew worse and worse, the wind whipping like the angry lash of a tail, rain pounding like stampeding zebras. The river grew swollen and exploded from it's banks, washing into their humble, make-shift camp. Kijivu was swept away into the rushing waters, screaming for his mother to help, but to no avail, the last thing him seeing was her panicked crystal-blue gaze.
He washed up onto a shore that early morning before the sun came up, sputtering, coughing, he barely escaped with his life. He walked on shakey legs in a random direction, looking desperately for his mother, but by afternoon, and no sign of her, he ran into a Hyena.
It slobbered and drooled at the sight of the small, half-drowned cub, malicious eyes hungry at the easy prey, and Kijivu turned tail and fled. He wasn't very fast, and the Hyena nipped at his heels, breath hot on his back, malicious laughter following him, he ran and ran, stubby legs just carrying fast enough not to get his tail bitten off.
Over the vast savvanah he soon saw a slender tree, twisted and gnarled, thin roots greedily looking for life as it hunched lopsided over a small pond. Though exhausted, never running so far and fast in his life, breath rasping in his throat, he booked it and clambered up it in last resort, forcing adreniline to surge through his limbs. The Hyena could not climb nor reach him, and once night fell, it got bored and padded away into the black with only a few laughs to haunt him.
He fell asleep from pure exhaustion and hunger, and fell from the tree and into the shallow water, where Crowded Water members found him and brought him under their wing.
Once there, he stayed quiet and never spoke a word about his mother, and barely muttered a word. They raised him as their own, caring for him like a cub from their own Tribe.
He soon realized with sorrow that he was pitiful, every play-fight he would lose, he couldn't even manage a proper hunting crouch without falling on his face, he couldn't even swim without floundering and having to be rescued. Everyone gave up on him, and he questioned why fate even brought him here, to the Tribes that depended solely on hunting and fighting and physical skills, there was no room for him, who couldn't life a paw to defend himself. But that's when he met the art of Healing. His intelligant brain and weak body was perfect for that Rank choice, like it was it was designed for HIM. He knew his purpose, and so pursued it.

Relationships --
Respect
Aquaintance/Neutrel
Friend
Good Friend
Crush
Love/Mate
Unsure
Hate

:bullet: -- [[name]] -- [[opinion]]

Roleplay Example --
Kijivu padded through the camp, the sun-baked earth warm under his delicate paws, the long grass swaying as she swished his tail. The sun broke through the branches of the trees overhead noon exploded through the velvety sky, giving the golden grass a delicate pattern that reflected in his aqua blue eyes that swam like an ocean with thoughts. The trees limbs stretched like greedy hands about to grab him, and the thought made him shuffle a few steps away, grass rustling, gazing suspiciously at the gnarled branches. He let out a dusty sigh, glancing away. He wasn't good at anything, the other Tyro's had urged him on and on, and taught him some battle-moves, hoping to make a touch Sentry outta him, but his stupid paws always tripped him up, or instead of fighting all he could do was flail helplessly, forgetting all the move combinations. They'd given up on him. Hunting he was no good at either, he wasn't fast or quick like everyone else, with swift paws and sturdy muscles packed for racing through the grass. He was just an outsider. A weakling. A loser. Would he ever find his place among these cheetahs, which fate had brought him too?

Description
I'm trying out for the Healer Tyro position of Crowded Water in #The-Hidden-Key . c: If I don't get it, I'll either move this little guy to another rank or Tribe, or just delete him, though I do love this fluffy cutie.<3
I hope everything is alright! Sorry it's so ugly, lol, I was rushing.
He also doesn't have a Gift yet, but that marking is what it will look like when he grows up.
Wish me luck! c:

Name -- Kulivu

Name meaning -- Tedious

Age -- 7 moons

Gender -- Male

Tribe -- Crowded Water

Rank -- (I'm trying out for; Healer Tyro)

Accessories -- None for now<3

Personality --

Awkward, Shy and Quiet --
He couldn't hold up a conversation with someone he didn't know well even if he tried. He would start to fidget, avoid eye contact, and have hoenstly no clue what to say at all, stuttering and stammering and making everything even MORE awkward. With this, he is very hard to be-friend, and doesn't trust many. He is so awkward, you'll mostly see him tucked away and out of sight, at the back of the crowd, staying within the area of the ones he knows, or just tensing up and avoiding makign contact with anyone. You can say he is socially awkward. He is very observant though, with a keen, bright blue gaze, and stores all the information he gathers in his intelligant mind of his, and even though he avoids socialization, he doesn't miss a beat, he knows everyone and everything that is going on. When he does speak, he is very soft-spoken, and if you ever see him yelling or angry, that is more rare than a blue antelope.

Defenseless --
One of the reasons he became a Healer Tyro is because he couldn't defend himself if his life depended on it. And someday, it will. He cannot fight at all, instead of landing hard, good blows on his opponent, a day-old cub could do better, as he flails and thrashes. He dislikes pain and violence, it horrorfies him. When even play-fighting, he is defeated quickly, he falls and stumbles. If it was a real battle, he would have perished by now. Swimming is ever aweful for him, he couldn't stay afloat for a heartbeat. He cannot even defend himself verbally, if someone insults or is rude to him, he will duck his head and take it to heart, apologizing for doing nothing. Whatever the situation, others will have to leap to his rescue, and someday, what if there is no one to there to save him?

Quick, Intelligent and Resourceful --
Kijivu is highly intelligent, with a long-lasting memory he couldn't forget something if he tried, which is sometimes an asset and a detrement. He doesn't seem like the smart type one bit, being so shy and isolated and failing miserably at anything he tries, but his brain is constantly working and solving problems, sorting, calculating, thinking, pondering, and most of the time when he is sitting alone, this is what he does, just thinks. He is slightly obsessive compulsive, so he enjoy sorting things, and a bubble of pressure comes up if something isn't organized correctly or doesn't go right, or if he is biting off more than he can chew. When asked a question or requested to do a task, he answers or does so rapidly, he loves to please others, especially since he can't do much right. You thought 'quick' meant he was good at running? Ha, he couldn't run without falling flat on his face! He is resourceful with supplies, savouring and using the herb stores cleverly.

Clumsy --
He cannot go a day without tripping, falling, stumbling, dropping something, bumping into someone else or landing flat on his cute face. He is constantly pissing others off with this, as once he fell and caused a whole patrol to stumble and cascade into a pond. He luckily usually gets off unscathed from his constant clumsiness, though he might have a few bruises. His paws seem to have a constant desire to trip him up, and the roots of trees seem to be plotting against him, long tails are a death-wish, rocks seem to appear from no where, and the soil beneath him does nothing, though he does somehow still trip. He is teased by others, especially other Tyros, for being so clumsy, and this is another reason why he is so aweful at running and fighting. The only probable reason to win a battle is to trip and bring his opponent down with him.

Gift -- Unknown

Brief History --
He is not from the Tribes, actually, he does not remember where he truly is from, all he remembers is wandering the vast savvanah with his mother. He was unsure where his father was, whether he was alive or not, he did not know.... His mother would have been beautiful with her sleek sandy coat, midnight-dark spots, and a short, silky grey mane, but she had a long scar trailing down from her blue eye to her muzzle. He didn't know who she got it, but he never asked. She was kind, and gave gave each day to feeding them, since he was far too young to hunt. Most of the time she'd return with just scraps, so they weren't well-fed, but they weren't starving. All day, everyday, all they did was walk and travel, padding over the tough grass of the savvanah, they were not in search of anything, they were lone cheetahs, and so avoided the Tribes, since they were hostile to outsiders.
He loved his mother, she was his closest companion and the only one who didn't judge him for his dull physical skills, and loved him with all her heart.
One night, the the two of them stopped to camp beside a river, under a small rock ledge. It was drizzling lightly that evening, the river flowing slow and smooth, but as the night wore on the rain grew worse and worse, the wind whipping like the angry lash of a tail, rain pounding like stampeding zebras. The river grew swollen and exploded from it's banks, washing into their humble, make-shift camp. Kijivu was swept away into the rushing waters, screaming for his mother to help, but to no avail, the last thing him seeing was her panicked crystal-blue gaze.
He washed up onto a shore that early morning before the sun came up, sputtering, coughing, he barely escaped with his life. He walked on shakey legs in a random direction, looking desperately for his mother, but by afternoon, and no sign of her, he ran into a Hyena.
It slobbered and drooled at the sight of the small, half-drowned cub, malicious eyes hungry at the easy prey, and Kijivu turned tail and fled. He wasn't very fast, and the Hyena nipped at his heels, breath hot on his back, malicious laughter following him, he ran and ran, stubby legs just carrying fast enough not to get his tail bitten off.
Over the vast savvanah he soon saw a slender tree, twisted and gnarled, thin roots greedily looking for life as it hunched lopsided over a small pond. Though exhausted, never running so far and fast in his life, breath rasping in his throat, he booked it and clambered up it in last resort, forcing adreniline to surge through his limbs. The Hyena could not climb nor reach him, and once night fell, it got bored and padded away into the black with only a few laughs to haunt him.
He fell asleep from pure exhaustion and hunger, and fell from the tree and into the shallow water, where Crowded Water members found him and brought him under their wing.
Once there, he stayed quiet and never spoke a word about his mother, and barely muttered a word. They raised him as their own, caring for him like a cub from their own Tribe.
He soon realized with sorrow that he was pitiful, every play-fight he would lose, he couldn't even manage a proper hunting crouch without falling on his face, he couldn't even swim without floundering and having to be rescued. Everyone gave up on him, and he questioned why fate even brought him here, to the Tribes that depended solely on hunting and fighting and physical skills, there was no room for him, who couldn't life a paw to defend himself. But that's when he met the art of Healing. His intelligant brain and weak body was perfect for that Rank choice, like it was it was designed for HIM. He knew his purpose, and so pursued it.

Relationships --
Respect
Aquaintance/Neutrel
Friend
Good Friend
Crush
Love/Mate
Unsure
Hate

:bullet: -- [[name]] -- [[opinion]]

Roleplay Example --
Kijivu padded through the camp, the sun-baked earth warm under his delicate paws, the long grass swaying as she swished his tail. The sun broke through the branches of the trees overhead noon exploded through the velvety sky, giving the golden grass a delicate pattern that reflected in his aqua blue eyes that swam like an ocean with thoughts. The trees limbs stretched like greedy hands about to grab him, and the thought made him shuffle a few steps away, grass rustling, gazing suspiciously at the gnarled branches. He let out a dusty sigh, glancing away. He wasn't good at anything, the other Tyro's had urged him on and on, and taught him some battle-moves, hoping to make a touch Sentry outta him, but his stupid paws always tripped him up, or instead of fighting all he could do was flail helplessly, forgetting all the move combinations. They'd given up on him. Hunting he was no good at either, he wasn't fast or quick like everyone else, with swift paws and sturdy muscles packed for racing through the grass. He was just an outsider. A weakling. A loser. Would he ever find his place among these cheetahs, which fate had brought him too?