Post by Jamilan on May 25, 2009 11:04:32 GMT -5
Name: Jamilan-Misheil-Chulain
Gender: Male
Age: 24 in Earth Years
Race: Andalite
Former Andalite Rank: Pilot, Warrior*
Important Family Members
Father: War-Prince Satesion-Hantofar-Calarass
Mother: Hagera-Misheil-Theneri
Sister: Jibril-Hantofar-Salar
Uncle: Prince Garrafor-Saloman-Haparul
Great Uncle: Captain-Prince Gasedion-Hantofar-Lamaden
Biography
Appearance:
Jamilan appears as your typical Andalite, minus the navy blue colouration of his fur, which appears almost velvety on the parts of his body where the fur is course. He stands 6’5” from the top of his head to the bottoms of his hooves, and is relatively well-built for an Andalite. Atop his head swivels a pair of eyes mounted upon stalks, and jutting from the sides of his head are two pointed ears, and between them are his almond-shaped golden eyes, as well as the three vertical nose-slits he breathes through. His long neck secures his head to his thin torso, from which extend two long, thin arms. These reach halfway down the forearm of his front leg, and end in six-fingered, one-thumbed hands. His head, neck, and hands are covered in courser fur, while that on his back, chest, and arms is longer and softer.
His torso is attached to a deer-like lower body, all of which is covered by the longer fur. It ends in four powerful legs, allowing for great agility. His rear legs are bent back. They end in hooves, and in the back, dewclaws. The bottoms of his hooves are covered in pads to absorb the nutrients of the grass and water. And extending from his flank is that which makes the Andalite a most menacing opponent indeed: a long, powerful tail with a sharp, scythelike blade of bone. Jamilan is a very skilled tailfighter; he learned from among the best: his father.
(This will be rewritten).
Jamilan’s human morph is a mixture of humans that have agreed to let him use their DNA. This has resulted in a seemingly 18-year-old male human that is both, oddly, pretty and muscular. His wavy hair is blond and short, average for a male. Usually, it is a bit messy, unless he bothers to comb it, which he usually doesn’t. The face is strangely feminine, with soft features, and green eyes, as well as pink lips – something he lacks in his natural form. His body, however, is very masculine...the result of acquiring a large-boned, muscular human and adding his DNA into the mix. His preferred clothing is somewhat dressy: collared shirts, neckties (he can tie them himself!) and pleated pants of brown, khaki, black, or navy blue. He wears the same style of slip-on shoes; he has two pairs: black, and brown.
Personality:
Jamilan is normally suspicious of humans, knowing them to be as devious as, or moreso, than Yeerks. However, the Andalite is an “ask questions first, kill later” type, and is very calm, composed, and collected. He does, however, know how to inflict pain, having been trained by the best of the best: his father. He does not like being threatened or insulted, and may place his blade at people’s throats in the rare case that his temper is invoked. He does not stay angry for long, however, and eventually cools down. Jamilan can be manipulative when he wants to be, whether using words, or his blade.
He both admires and dislikes Satesion for his childhood, and also seeks to impress his father. However, upon being shot down by Yeerks no less, Jamilan has become more reserved; he spends most of his time alone, distant from humans but only in mind. He despises all Yeerks and has difficulty understanding that not all of them are bad. He knows, however, that not all hosts are bad, such as the Hork-Bajir, and that there are free ones, and thus, he doesn’t kill them on sight. He takes most everything seriously, though he does like having downtime. He is accustomed to human ways, meaning he makes less mistakes while in human morph, though he still enjoys mouth-sounds and eating. He also loves to drive or fly, whether it be a human, Andalite, or Yeerk vehicle. He actually enjoys flight and driving simulation games, though he does have his criticisms.
History:
Satesion-Hantofar-Calarass, nephew of the almost-legendary Captain-Prince Gasedion, was a very powerful war-prince, and very skilled as well. Many Controllers had fallen at his blade, and he had personally trained many an aristh. He was renowned for his various exploits, and victories won against the Yeerks. Eventually, he married; her name was Hagera-Misheil-Theneri. Their first child was female; her name was Jibril-Hantofar-Salar. She was a beautiful Andalite, and a joy for her family. Their second child was a son, whom they named Jamilan-Misheil-Chulain. From the moment his father laid eyes upon him, he decided that he would raise that boy to be a prodigy like he was.
Jamilan was an explorer when he was a child. He would wander far from the scoop, wanting to see what there was to see, and to enjoy how different is what from what he was used to. As he matured, he never lost this feeling for exploration, but his father wouldn’t have any of it. It was from a very young age that Satesion trained him to use his body and especially his tailblade to his advantage, as well as the basics of war. He pushed the youth hard, expecting a great deal out of him, expecting him to grow up to be the next Satesion. He made the same mistake his father had, in overestimating his son’s abilities, though for Satesion, it had been that the Andalite didn’t want to learn. Here, Jamilan desired to appease his father and improve himself, he just didn’t have much drive or ability.
He wanted to become a pilot, not a fighter. He wanted to navigate a ship while someone else messed with the killing. Luckily, his father did not control what he focused on in school, and he was lucky to get the extra training with Satesion until his father had to go off to war. The boy learned much in the academy, and was devoted to his studies...though sometimes, his mind would wander, and his instructor would redirect him. However, Jamilan always managed to make decent marks, some of them exceptional. His father was actually proud of him as well, when he spoke to him. He especially liked to hear how his son’s combat training was going. He wanted to see a warrior graduate. Jamilan graduated, and chose to be a pilot. Recognised for his skill, he was allowed on the Dome ship, the Elfangor, which was sent to Earth to fight the Yeerks.
When he got to Earth, he was pleased to test his piloting skills against Yeerk targets, but underestimated himself. A Yeerk Bug pursued his fighter, and shot out an engine. He managed to blast the Bug apart, but spiraled to the Earth, managing to land. Without his fighter in operation, he was forced to stay there and watch the skies. When his people left, he remained, due to the disgrace of failure that made him not want to show his face again. And so, he tried to “blend among” the humans, but it was hard. There was very little discrimination, but he sure stood out in a crowd, even after he’d acquired and morphed a human. But eventually, he grew used to it. He grew to like the humans, as well, but feared that he would end up becoming one, and end up stuck as one.
Though he remained on Earth, he never forgot his people, and became very lonely. Then one day, when he was at the mall, a mysterious man approached him, and told him that he was to be selected for a top-secret operation; that he would get to be a part of a new generation of Animorphs. The Andalite was at first doubtful, but accepted when the agent threatened to send him back to his father as his other option. With that, Jamilan was reported as “MIA” by the Andalite military, and was assigned to Mariposa. They did not need to give him a briefing on morphing, but they explained the rest, and gave him a list of jobs to look into.
How Jamilan was recruited:
Jamilan had always enjoyed the mall. It was such a fascinating example of human culture; there were all of these shops, selling different wares, in one single area! The Andalite had learned about shopping long ago, and it was one of his many addictions when among the humans. Food was the other, especially anything sweet. Of course, he had learned to control his urges, and use what the humans called money to pay for what he got. Still, he had his odd moments where he would stack his plate full of pizza and brownies. It was one such day in the crowded mall when he’d gotten a ton of food that would probably make his human morph ill.
A well-dressed older man with dark skin made his way towards the Andalite’s table. “May I sit here?” he asked Jamilan.
“I suppose,” he replied, giving him a smile that he’d worked on for years. He stuck a sucker into his mouth and began to savour the flavour coming from it, as he looked up at the man. “There are many available seats; why did you pick my table?” He tried to put as many enjoyable mouth-sounds into his sentence without repeating them; he always liked the letter L and how it rolled.
“Because I’d like to talk with you,” he replied. “Is it alright if we go somewhere private?” At this, Jamilan grew slightly worried, and wished he could have his tail, so he’d feel safer.
“Alright,” he replied, and they headed to an area outside, where the two wouldn’t be bothered.
“I happy to know that you are an Andalite, Jamilan,” the man replied; the Andalite tensed. Was this man going to try and get him to go back? He wasn’t going to go back. He was a disgrace to his people. He couldn’t show his face to his father again. He promptly began to demorph, feeling slightly more at ease as his tail appeared. “Do not be alarmed. I mean no harm. I have been monitoring you for about a week now; suffice to say, I believe you are fit for the opportunity I am about to present you with.”
Jamilan raised his eyebrow. <What kind of opportunity?> he asked. He wondered who this man was, and who he was connected to. He seemed human, but he couldn’t be sure. For all he knew, he could be a Yeerk, or something else. And he could be trying to get Jamilan into something he didn’t want to go in, or worse. He kept his stalk-eyes swiveling about, to spot anyone if they tried to sneak up on him – not that they’d do that to an Andalite.
“You have heard of the Animorphs, correct?” At that, Jamilan gave a curt nod. “I am going to give you the opportunity, Jamilan, to become part of a new generation of Animorphs. We could use your skill and your expertise.”
Interesting. They wanted him for this human operation? But why was that? <How can I trust that you are telling the truth?> he asked. <And how did you find me? I believe that I have blended well into human culture, and it is not common human knowledge that I live here.>
“Your father contacted Earth a couple of weeks ago, asking about where you had gone. We decided to investigate. We managed to locate you feeding.”
Jamilan frowned with his eyes. <My father? Let me guess; he wants me to come home.>
The man nodded. “Yes. But after watching you I ascertained that you did not wish to return to the Andalite world. And that is why I deemed you a suitable choice for this task.”
Jamilan did not wish to return to the Andalite world; he was a failure of a pilot and couldn’t walk among his people with this in his mind. Yet...he still had that itch. That drive to fight. <You are brave, coming to an Andalite like this. I wish to know more of this group.>
“I learned that you were not one to kill on first sight,” the agent replied with a smile. “I figured you would listen to me. Anyway, to business: you would be a part of a team that has the ability to morph; you would go on missions and use your morphing powers to ensure peace.”
It was intriguing, and it would be hard for him to pass up. However, he remained skeptical, and crossed his arms. <But how can I know that you are telling the truth?> he asked.
“You don’t. At least, not yet. But let me tell you this up-front: this is a one-time offer. If you decline, I will not be back. And your people will want to take you back. They do not wish for you to remain on Earth any longer.>
At this, Jamilan’s tailblade flew to the man’s neck. <How dare you threaten me...> he sneered. He hated threats, but this was simply a reaction, and he cooled down after a few moments, removing the blade from the man’s neck. <Very well. I will accept your offer.>
Preferred Job:
I’m not sure what he’d be accepted into. Laboratory, perhaps? As Jamilan would say, <I am a loyal, hard worker. I will take whatever job accepts me, as long as I have breaks to morph and demorph every 1:30 minutes of your time.>
Morphs:
Human (0): Jamlian’s human morph is a mixture of humans that he has acquired over the years, and blended their DNA using a frolis maneuvre. He refuses to use the DNA alone to protect the privacy of these humans. More details on his human morph are seen in the appearance. For combat he’ll use his natural Andalite body if allowed.
Turkey Vulture (10): Acquired at the raptor centre when Jamilan was trying out for a job. Needless to say, the Andalite did not get the job, but he benefited by acquiring this creature. It now serves as his bird morph, and is quite the magnificent creature, with excellent senses and powerful wings, as well as the capability to vomit when distressed. Of course, Jamilan won't eat carrion, so this last ability likely won't be used.
Notes:
Permission was granted by the staff to make this character. I will likely update as he develops. I'm still debating on where to go.
<I use this for public thought-speech,> and <<This is for private thought-speech; I’ll specify who it’s directed towards.>> {If there's a Yeerk or something in my character's head, I'm liable to label the communication like this.}
Since ^ is not an official rule, I'll note in my OOC whenever I do it.
*In reading, I've learned that arisths do not fight on the battlefield (with a few exceptions).
Gender: Male
Age: 24 in Earth Years
Race: Andalite
Former Andalite Rank: Pilot, Warrior*
Important Family Members
Father: War-Prince Satesion-Hantofar-Calarass
Mother: Hagera-Misheil-Theneri
Sister: Jibril-Hantofar-Salar
Uncle: Prince Garrafor-Saloman-Haparul
Great Uncle: Captain-Prince Gasedion-Hantofar-Lamaden
Biography
Appearance:
Jamilan appears as your typical Andalite, minus the navy blue colouration of his fur, which appears almost velvety on the parts of his body where the fur is course. He stands 6’5” from the top of his head to the bottoms of his hooves, and is relatively well-built for an Andalite. Atop his head swivels a pair of eyes mounted upon stalks, and jutting from the sides of his head are two pointed ears, and between them are his almond-shaped golden eyes, as well as the three vertical nose-slits he breathes through. His long neck secures his head to his thin torso, from which extend two long, thin arms. These reach halfway down the forearm of his front leg, and end in six-fingered, one-thumbed hands. His head, neck, and hands are covered in courser fur, while that on his back, chest, and arms is longer and softer.
His torso is attached to a deer-like lower body, all of which is covered by the longer fur. It ends in four powerful legs, allowing for great agility. His rear legs are bent back. They end in hooves, and in the back, dewclaws. The bottoms of his hooves are covered in pads to absorb the nutrients of the grass and water. And extending from his flank is that which makes the Andalite a most menacing opponent indeed: a long, powerful tail with a sharp, scythelike blade of bone. Jamilan is a very skilled tailfighter; he learned from among the best: his father.
(This will be rewritten).
Jamilan’s human morph is a mixture of humans that have agreed to let him use their DNA. This has resulted in a seemingly 18-year-old male human that is both, oddly, pretty and muscular. His wavy hair is blond and short, average for a male. Usually, it is a bit messy, unless he bothers to comb it, which he usually doesn’t. The face is strangely feminine, with soft features, and green eyes, as well as pink lips – something he lacks in his natural form. His body, however, is very masculine...the result of acquiring a large-boned, muscular human and adding his DNA into the mix. His preferred clothing is somewhat dressy: collared shirts, neckties (he can tie them himself!) and pleated pants of brown, khaki, black, or navy blue. He wears the same style of slip-on shoes; he has two pairs: black, and brown.
Personality:
Jamilan is normally suspicious of humans, knowing them to be as devious as, or moreso, than Yeerks. However, the Andalite is an “ask questions first, kill later” type, and is very calm, composed, and collected. He does, however, know how to inflict pain, having been trained by the best of the best: his father. He does not like being threatened or insulted, and may place his blade at people’s throats in the rare case that his temper is invoked. He does not stay angry for long, however, and eventually cools down. Jamilan can be manipulative when he wants to be, whether using words, or his blade.
He both admires and dislikes Satesion for his childhood, and also seeks to impress his father. However, upon being shot down by Yeerks no less, Jamilan has become more reserved; he spends most of his time alone, distant from humans but only in mind. He despises all Yeerks and has difficulty understanding that not all of them are bad. He knows, however, that not all hosts are bad, such as the Hork-Bajir, and that there are free ones, and thus, he doesn’t kill them on sight. He takes most everything seriously, though he does like having downtime. He is accustomed to human ways, meaning he makes less mistakes while in human morph, though he still enjoys mouth-sounds and eating. He also loves to drive or fly, whether it be a human, Andalite, or Yeerk vehicle. He actually enjoys flight and driving simulation games, though he does have his criticisms.
History:
Satesion-Hantofar-Calarass, nephew of the almost-legendary Captain-Prince Gasedion, was a very powerful war-prince, and very skilled as well. Many Controllers had fallen at his blade, and he had personally trained many an aristh. He was renowned for his various exploits, and victories won against the Yeerks. Eventually, he married; her name was Hagera-Misheil-Theneri. Their first child was female; her name was Jibril-Hantofar-Salar. She was a beautiful Andalite, and a joy for her family. Their second child was a son, whom they named Jamilan-Misheil-Chulain. From the moment his father laid eyes upon him, he decided that he would raise that boy to be a prodigy like he was.
Jamilan was an explorer when he was a child. He would wander far from the scoop, wanting to see what there was to see, and to enjoy how different is what from what he was used to. As he matured, he never lost this feeling for exploration, but his father wouldn’t have any of it. It was from a very young age that Satesion trained him to use his body and especially his tailblade to his advantage, as well as the basics of war. He pushed the youth hard, expecting a great deal out of him, expecting him to grow up to be the next Satesion. He made the same mistake his father had, in overestimating his son’s abilities, though for Satesion, it had been that the Andalite didn’t want to learn. Here, Jamilan desired to appease his father and improve himself, he just didn’t have much drive or ability.
He wanted to become a pilot, not a fighter. He wanted to navigate a ship while someone else messed with the killing. Luckily, his father did not control what he focused on in school, and he was lucky to get the extra training with Satesion until his father had to go off to war. The boy learned much in the academy, and was devoted to his studies...though sometimes, his mind would wander, and his instructor would redirect him. However, Jamilan always managed to make decent marks, some of them exceptional. His father was actually proud of him as well, when he spoke to him. He especially liked to hear how his son’s combat training was going. He wanted to see a warrior graduate. Jamilan graduated, and chose to be a pilot. Recognised for his skill, he was allowed on the Dome ship, the Elfangor, which was sent to Earth to fight the Yeerks.
When he got to Earth, he was pleased to test his piloting skills against Yeerk targets, but underestimated himself. A Yeerk Bug pursued his fighter, and shot out an engine. He managed to blast the Bug apart, but spiraled to the Earth, managing to land. Without his fighter in operation, he was forced to stay there and watch the skies. When his people left, he remained, due to the disgrace of failure that made him not want to show his face again. And so, he tried to “blend among” the humans, but it was hard. There was very little discrimination, but he sure stood out in a crowd, even after he’d acquired and morphed a human. But eventually, he grew used to it. He grew to like the humans, as well, but feared that he would end up becoming one, and end up stuck as one.
Though he remained on Earth, he never forgot his people, and became very lonely. Then one day, when he was at the mall, a mysterious man approached him, and told him that he was to be selected for a top-secret operation; that he would get to be a part of a new generation of Animorphs. The Andalite was at first doubtful, but accepted when the agent threatened to send him back to his father as his other option. With that, Jamilan was reported as “MIA” by the Andalite military, and was assigned to Mariposa. They did not need to give him a briefing on morphing, but they explained the rest, and gave him a list of jobs to look into.
How Jamilan was recruited:
Jamilan had always enjoyed the mall. It was such a fascinating example of human culture; there were all of these shops, selling different wares, in one single area! The Andalite had learned about shopping long ago, and it was one of his many addictions when among the humans. Food was the other, especially anything sweet. Of course, he had learned to control his urges, and use what the humans called money to pay for what he got. Still, he had his odd moments where he would stack his plate full of pizza and brownies. It was one such day in the crowded mall when he’d gotten a ton of food that would probably make his human morph ill.
A well-dressed older man with dark skin made his way towards the Andalite’s table. “May I sit here?” he asked Jamilan.
“I suppose,” he replied, giving him a smile that he’d worked on for years. He stuck a sucker into his mouth and began to savour the flavour coming from it, as he looked up at the man. “There are many available seats; why did you pick my table?” He tried to put as many enjoyable mouth-sounds into his sentence without repeating them; he always liked the letter L and how it rolled.
“Because I’d like to talk with you,” he replied. “Is it alright if we go somewhere private?” At this, Jamilan grew slightly worried, and wished he could have his tail, so he’d feel safer.
“Alright,” he replied, and they headed to an area outside, where the two wouldn’t be bothered.
“I happy to know that you are an Andalite, Jamilan,” the man replied; the Andalite tensed. Was this man going to try and get him to go back? He wasn’t going to go back. He was a disgrace to his people. He couldn’t show his face to his father again. He promptly began to demorph, feeling slightly more at ease as his tail appeared. “Do not be alarmed. I mean no harm. I have been monitoring you for about a week now; suffice to say, I believe you are fit for the opportunity I am about to present you with.”
Jamilan raised his eyebrow. <What kind of opportunity?> he asked. He wondered who this man was, and who he was connected to. He seemed human, but he couldn’t be sure. For all he knew, he could be a Yeerk, or something else. And he could be trying to get Jamilan into something he didn’t want to go in, or worse. He kept his stalk-eyes swiveling about, to spot anyone if they tried to sneak up on him – not that they’d do that to an Andalite.
“You have heard of the Animorphs, correct?” At that, Jamilan gave a curt nod. “I am going to give you the opportunity, Jamilan, to become part of a new generation of Animorphs. We could use your skill and your expertise.”
Interesting. They wanted him for this human operation? But why was that? <How can I trust that you are telling the truth?> he asked. <And how did you find me? I believe that I have blended well into human culture, and it is not common human knowledge that I live here.>
“Your father contacted Earth a couple of weeks ago, asking about where you had gone. We decided to investigate. We managed to locate you feeding.”
Jamilan frowned with his eyes. <My father? Let me guess; he wants me to come home.>
The man nodded. “Yes. But after watching you I ascertained that you did not wish to return to the Andalite world. And that is why I deemed you a suitable choice for this task.”
Jamilan did not wish to return to the Andalite world; he was a failure of a pilot and couldn’t walk among his people with this in his mind. Yet...he still had that itch. That drive to fight. <You are brave, coming to an Andalite like this. I wish to know more of this group.>
“I learned that you were not one to kill on first sight,” the agent replied with a smile. “I figured you would listen to me. Anyway, to business: you would be a part of a team that has the ability to morph; you would go on missions and use your morphing powers to ensure peace.”
It was intriguing, and it would be hard for him to pass up. However, he remained skeptical, and crossed his arms. <But how can I know that you are telling the truth?> he asked.
“You don’t. At least, not yet. But let me tell you this up-front: this is a one-time offer. If you decline, I will not be back. And your people will want to take you back. They do not wish for you to remain on Earth any longer.>
At this, Jamilan’s tailblade flew to the man’s neck. <How dare you threaten me...> he sneered. He hated threats, but this was simply a reaction, and he cooled down after a few moments, removing the blade from the man’s neck. <Very well. I will accept your offer.>
Preferred Job:
I’m not sure what he’d be accepted into. Laboratory, perhaps? As Jamilan would say, <I am a loyal, hard worker. I will take whatever job accepts me, as long as I have breaks to morph and demorph every 1:30 minutes of your time.>
Morphs:
Human (0): Jamlian’s human morph is a mixture of humans that he has acquired over the years, and blended their DNA using a frolis maneuvre. He refuses to use the DNA alone to protect the privacy of these humans. More details on his human morph are seen in the appearance. For combat he’ll use his natural Andalite body if allowed.
Turkey Vulture (10): Acquired at the raptor centre when Jamilan was trying out for a job. Needless to say, the Andalite did not get the job, but he benefited by acquiring this creature. It now serves as his bird morph, and is quite the magnificent creature, with excellent senses and powerful wings, as well as the capability to vomit when distressed. Of course, Jamilan won't eat carrion, so this last ability likely won't be used.
Notes:
Permission was granted by the staff to make this character. I will likely update as he develops. I'm still debating on where to go.
<I use this for public thought-speech,> and <<This is for private thought-speech; I’ll specify who it’s directed towards.>> {If there's a Yeerk or something in my character's head, I'm liable to label the communication like this.}
Since ^ is not an official rule, I'll note in my OOC whenever I do it.
*In reading, I've learned that arisths do not fight on the battlefield (with a few exceptions).
