Consider this a "Reservation" where my character will be posted.

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[hider=The Namavaren Race]
[b]Name:[/b]
Namavaran [nah-mah-vah-rahn]
Namavaren in plural [nah-mah-vah-een]
“[singular]A namavaran”, “[plural]Two namavaren”, “[the race]The namavaren race"

[b]Average Lifespan:[/b]
Females live an average lifespan of 120 years.
Males live an average lifespan of 100 years.

[b]Appearance:[/b]
[indent][b]Average Height:[/b]
Females have an average height of 5'2”.
Males have and average height of 5'8”

[b]Average Weight:[/b]
Females have an average weight of 88 pounds.
Males have an average weight of 110 pounds.

[b]Eye Color:[/b]
Females eye color varies between reds, pinks, purples and blues.
Males eye color varies between greens and yellows.

[b]Hair Color:[/b]
Namavaren do not have “hair” in the typical sense. They have feathers.
Females have very colorful feathers, in yellows, greens, reds and blues.
Males have white feathers. As a rare occurrence, some have silvery feathers.

[b]Skin Color:[/b]
Females have brownish, “tanned”, skin. Females have Yellow scales.
Males have light gray skin. Males have black scales.

[b]Average Body Type:[/b]
Females are very small, very thin and very fragile looking. They have very protruding shoulders, hips and ribs, almost as if they are dangerously underfed. They tend to not have any “feminine shapes”, in the sense of bust and butt.
Males are not very large, either. They are, however, quite different in build. They have tight, almost see-through skin that stretches over developed muscle structure. These muscles are very lean, though, and they still give off a “thin” vibe, though not in the underfed section.

[b]Physical Traits:[/b]
[i]Females[/i]
-Rather small, colorfully feathered tail.
-Feathers instead of hair (“Bald Top”)
-Feathered lower arms (top).
-Feathered lower legs (outer side).
-Scaled lower legs.
-Very long, pointed ears.
-Split tongue.
-Weird teeth.
-”Angry Eyes”.
-”Bird” feet.

[i]Males[/i]
-Rather small, half feathered – half scaled tail.
-Feathers instead of hair (“Feather Mohawk”).
-Feathers down spine.
-Feathered lower arms (top).
-Feathered lower legs (backside).
-Scaled legs.
-Scaled upper arms.
-Pointed ears.
-Enlonged canines.
-Split tongue.
-”Angry Eyes”.
-”Lizard” feet.
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[b]Society:[/b]
[b]The World Before:[/b]
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[b]Intelligence:[/b]
Despite the fact that they live rather primitive lives, namavaren are by no means unintelligent. They are capable of planning their hunts like it was a game of chess and are great strategists. They do not believe in currency, jewels or trade. Gold and gems are nothing but shiny, useless things and they have no desire for it.
They have just as great comprehension of emotion as humans and are just as, if not more, empathic. They truly feel for one another and believe in all for one and one for all. They do, however, not have a “fight or flight” instinct, but will always fight if they are threatened, simply to eliminate the threat and protect others from potential harm.
Namavaren are quite literate, when it comes to writing. Many books have been written with the sharp, primal signs of the namavaren runes.

[b]Languages:[/b]
Namavaren mainly speak namaneese. Most tribes are taught the human tongue, as well, simply for the ease of being able to speak to travelers.
The namaneese language is not as much words as they are noises. Females, in particular, have a hard time actually speaking, due to their tongues and teeth. It is not unusual for a namavaran to growl at threats, purr at their mates, hiss at unruly children or make meowing or barking noises as a form of conversation.
Namavaren rely greatly on body language, “tone” and aura to understand one another.
Namavaren have their own alphabet, or something of the sort, at least. It is vaguely reminiscent of the Viking Runes, but sharper and more “primal” in nature. Each rune has it own namaneese sound and anyone but a namavaran might as well give up before even trying to read it out loud.

[b]Religion:[/b]
Namavaren do not believe in any God or Goddess in the sense that we usually think of a deity. They believe in a higher power, much like Gaia, Mother Nature or whatever you wish to call it. They worship nature as a deity in itself and will make sacrifices in the name of the earth. They call this deity of nature “[i]Lrehe'Tphe[/i]” which roughly translates into “The Great One”.
Although “she” does not have a body and thus no face, namavaren villages usually have a shrine of some sort in “her” honor, made from pelts, furs, branches and rocks.

[b]Living Arrangements:[/b]
Namavaren villages are quite the sight to see. They live only in mountainous areas with volcanic springs for them to hatch their young. They usually live in tribes of 15-30 namavaren and rarely have their huts more than a few feet apart.
The namavaren males build these huts and take care of the upkeep, as well. They are usually assembled from rocks and stones, coated with a cement-like substance made with saliva and volcanic dusts.
The huts are rarely anything fancy, though some males do go to extremes to please their females. They are usually a one room nest, made from furs, feathers and dried vegetation for soft and warm sleeping arrangements.
Namavaren usually live with their parents until they have found a mate, whereas the male will then build a hut.
Namavaren villages all have but a few fireplaces, for cooking their food. The males will craft “clay” bowls for them to cook their meat in and the more bowls there are, the more fireplaces there will be.

[b]Mating and child caring:[/b]
Despite their small size and fragile build, namavaren females are very dominant by nature, whereas the males are actually quite docile. It is the natural order of their society that the females rule and the males just do as they are told. This does not, however, mean that the males are any less intelligent than the females.
As the dominant part of the mating process, the females are also the one who has to attract a mate, much like you will see a male bird doing during springtime. The males usually choose the females with the most colorful, or prettiest colored, feathers and the largest claws, as large claws mean they are better at hunting. The females will find the largest, most impressive prey to try and woo the male they have set out for.
During the mating process itself, the female is the dominant part and decide both how and when it happens. They have a stronger sexual drive than the males as well as a very strong “mothering instinct” that makes them want to breed.
After the mating, the parents go on as normal. If the mating was not successful and a child has not been conceived, they couple will try again and again, until they succeed. If successful, the mother will carry the child for little more than three months of “pregnancy” before laying an egg about the size of a human newborn.
The father is usually the one to care for the egg, as the mother is the one to go hunting. A namaraven egg does not require a lot of attention. Their “nests” are made in volcanic springs, where they are warm and cozy without any actual attention from the parents. The males are just around to keep them safe from scavengers. The eggs hatch about a year after they are laid.
After the eggs are hatched, both the mother and the father, as well as other, single, namavaren of this particular tribe, care for the child. The males play with them during the early morning and feed them meat riped in the volcanic springs. The females return from hunts in the early afternoon and will then play with the young while the males sleep. When night comes, the females will go to sleep and leave the young with the males once again, where the males feed them some more riped meat.
If the child is a female, it will join its mother for hunts once a week once it starts growing teeth. If it is male, it is taught the basics of keeping their villages primed and protected.

[b]Male to Female Ratio:[/b]
An egg has an equal chance of becoming a male or a female, as long as their hatching requirements are met. If the proper requirements are not met, the egg will assume that the tribe is in need or danger and will become a female.

[b]Eating Habits:[/b]
Namavaren are a carnivorous breed; they eat only meat and prefer it to be boiled.
An adult namavaran of average size and build will eat approximately their own weight three times a week. They eat once a day, just before nightfall.
Namavaren young eat twice a day and since their teeth has yet to grow, they are fed with riped meat; once in the morning, by their father, and once in the afternoon, by their mother.

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[b]The Weeping World:[/b]
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[b]Intelligence:[/b]
After the Worldbane, the namavaren had to change their way of life. They are still just as intelligent and their strategic skills are still far from average, but their entire idea of a self-sustaining community, and thus their disinterest in transaction and trade, has been eliminated.

[b]Languages:[/b]
Although it is common knowledge that namavaren once had their own language, to spare the females from trying to actually speak, it does seem that the noises have been forgotten.
The males usually speak the human tongue and serve as translators for the females noises and body language in times where it is needed.

[b]Religion:[/b]
Although they no longer remember the name they once had for their deity, namvaren still worship the might of the earth itself. They no longer build shrines or make sacrifices, but it is not uncommon for a namavaran to make a prayer to The Earth or swear in the name of Nature.
They see the Chasm of the Light and all of its deities as “Fake Gods” and will frown upon any who worships one of them.

[b]Living Arrangements:[/b]
With their volcanic springs dried out and their volcanic dusts scattered by the wind, namavaren was left without a place to build their villages. As such, they followed the herds of other creatures that were now left without a home and settled down in the villages build upon the old cities.

[b]Mating and child caring:[/b]
Since the Worldbane, the females of the namavaren race has become far less dominant. Although they still have their claws and teeth to make them excellent hunters, skills such as crafting and creation was far better skills to have in this new world and the males quickly took over.
Not many namavaren young are born, anymore. The females still have the stronger sexual drive and the instinct that urges them to breed, but the poor state of the world makes most females choose not to act on their instincts. They simply do not find a mate, because they do not wish to reproduce.
The females that do find a mate, usually tries to woo the males who are best at crafting, as these are the ones with the highest chance of success. Just like before, the males are attracted to the most colorful of the females and the ones with the biggest claws, as bigger claws means better preys. The females will still attempt to woo their preferred male by bringing them edible gifts, while the males, unlike before, tries to woo their preferred female with crafted gifts.
Although namavaren mate for life, it is no longer unusual for a male to have up to five females, as there are far more females than there are males, due to their far from optimal living conditions.
Once an egg has been laid, the mother usually sticks around to hatch it and abandon her duty of whatever job she has to care for the egg, in the hopes that it might be a male. The males will attempt to make elaborate nests for the eggs and females, to increase the chance of having a male.
After the egg has hatched, both parents will care for the young. The female will start “working” again, leaving the young with the male in the mornings and the male will care for the young while he works. When the mother returns in the afternoon, she, and any other females that the male might have, will care for the young while the male focuses on his work.
Once the young reaches a certain age, it will be integrated in the community. If it is a female, it will go with its mother for work and a male will go with its father.

[b]Male to Female Ratio:[/b]
After the Worldbane, the volcanic springs, in which the namavaren hatched their eggs, dried out. With no place for them to hatch the eggs the way they used to, they now do it manually. Without the constant heat of the volcanic springs, the eggs, rightly, assume that their tribe is in need and will in far most of cases hatch as a female.

[b]Eating Habits:[/b]
Though they are still carnivours, it seems that the namavaren no longer eat exclusively meat. They eat both meat and greens, as meat has become considerably harder to gain. Since they need to eat as much as they do to stay healthy, their diet had to be changed.
Namavaren young are still fed with only riped meat, which is kept in a jar of salted water.
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[b]Name:[/b]
[i]Kthar'Thre[/i]

[b]Age:[/b]
[i]Thirty years of age[/i]

[b]Gender:[/b]
[i]Male ♂[/i]

[b]Nickname:[/b]
[i]Names are a special thing to namavaren, as they believe that their names are destined to them by the force of nature itself. However, it is not unheard of for namavaren to be called by either “part” of their name.[/i]

[b]Race:[/b]
[i]Namavaren[/i]

[b]Skills:[/b]
[I]-Kthar'Thre is quite capable of handling a hammer and after years of crafting tools and weapons from hot metals, he has quite a bit of upper body strength to swing it with.
-As the only son of the only namavaren metalsmith in the area Kthar'Thre has had plenty to do at the shop ever since he was of age. This has made him quite the craftsman in the field.
-As per tradition in the namavaren society, it is the males that cook. The better a breakfast you can serve, the higher are your chances of landing a, or several, good female. Kthar'Thre's father made sure he knew how to cook a decent meal.
-With all the other kinds around, it has become necessity for the namavaren to wear clothing. It is a male's duty to keep his females and young clothed, so Kthar'Thre was taught how to sew, knit and crochet.
-Although it is a skill mostly taught only to the females, Kthar'Thre learned how to fare the wilderness properly from his half-sister's mother. She also taught him how to track, hunt and kill a prey, although he has never actually done such things.[/i]

[b]Profession:[/b]
[i]Metalsmith
A metalsmith is a craftsman that creates tools, weapons and/or pieces of art out of metals.
As the son of a metalsmith, Kthar'Thre did not have much choice than to become one himself once he came of age. He has had several opportunities to change his field of work since then, but he enjoys his job and plans on doing it for the rest of his life.[/i]

[b]Religion:[/b]
[i]Like most of his kin, Kthar'Thre worship the Earth itself. Although he is not a firm believer in the idea of a decided fate or destiny, he does believe that everything happens for a reason and tries to see the best in the worst.[/i]

[b]Equipment:[/b]
[i]-As per old tradition, from when the males guarded the village and young while the females were out hunting, all male namavaren carry a weapon on their person at almost all times. Kthar'Thre's weapon of choice is also his tool of trade; a hammer. It is, in fact, a large, sledgehammer-like war hammer, perfect for knocking down walls, shaping white-hot steel or smashing skulls and other bones to dust.
-Although some of the other races of the world find it hilarious that the namavaren males are the ones that carry purses, Kthar'Thre almost always has a satchel with oddities somewhere close by. It has some obvious necessities, such as a water flask, some bandages, a few pieces of dried meat and a small hunting knife. In this satchel, he also carries a sewing case, which is just a metal case with a few needles, some thread and a couple of patches.
-Obviously, Kthar'Thre has the clothes he is wearing with him. As namavaren were originally built to live in warm places near volcanoes, they tend to bundle up with lots of clothing when away from these warm areas.[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b]
[i]-Kthar'Thre is ever the optimist and will always try to see the silver lining in a situation, no matter how dark the skies may seem.
-Namavaren mate for life, have friends for life and they take care of those they care for. They are deeply loyal and will in most situations have no qualms at putting themselves in danger to keep others safe. Kthar'Thre is like this, too.
-Despite it being quite against his nature, Kthar'Thre is rather adventurous. Although tradition and instinct tell him to stay by his tribe and keep their village safe, Kthar'Thre dreams of a better world somewhere over the horizon.[/i]

[b]Backstory:[/b]
[i]It was during the spring, when Kthar'Thre's egg hatched. They say that namavaren have the best memories of all the humanoid species and although this is not a certain fact, Kthar'Thre remembers the day he burst through the dark shell that had kept him safe while he grew till he could fit no more. He remembers the overflow of sensations he was met with as soon as the darkness that had surrounded him for the past year shattered around him. He remembers the feeling of his mothers warm hands when she first picked him up and the smell of rotting meat that met him once he breathed in fresh air for the first time.

At least, he claims to remember.

He grew up alongside his sister, Mitcht'Lhre, and they were taught together for the ease of it. Their father, Muth'Phra, taught them the art of metal smithing, how to sew and how to cook, while Mitcht'Lhre's mother, Phrylch'Che, taught them how to survive, track and how to hunt.
The childhood of any namavaren is never to exciting, as they never leave their village and rarely even leave their hut. The most exciting to ever happen during Kthar'Thre's childhood, was the time Mitcht'Lhre had accidentally plucked a handful of his feathers.

Even his teenage years and his life as a young adult was boring. He never left the village, even though he dreamed of the green grasses over the horizon and the great adventures, like the ones in the books, that awaited before the destination. The travel to get there was far more exciting than the actual paradise, to him. But he never went. He never even [i]really[/i] wanted to.

By the time his father started pestering him to find a mate, Kthar'Thre had grow far more than just tired of his boring old life. He wanted excitement. His instincts told him to stay where he was; where it was safe and he could find a mate to reproduce with, but his heart told him that the paradise he had been dreaming of for so long was out there, waiting for him to find it. Would that not be far better than sticking to what he knew and never getting anywhere? Going out beyond the limits of his imagination and living the life that he s longed for? Finding a place where he could bring his mate and never have to worry about a thing? A place where safety was not gained, but something you simply had; where the females could easily bring home prey as big as themselves and volcanic springs for the eggs to hatch in. Just like the books.

Having made up his mind, Kthar'Thre informed his father of his decision. He gave a promise of returning to his village once he found paradise and set out on his journey, bringing nothing but the clothes on his back, his satchel of necessities and his weapon.[/i]

[b]Additional Info:[/b]
[i]Kthar'Thre's father, Muth'Phra had three females. Kthar'Thre's mother, Jehla'Vhre. Kthar'Thre's sister, Mitcht'Lhre,'s mother, Phrylch'Che. And one female that he was not successful at breeding an egg with, Krche'Mhu.
Jehla'Vhre, Kthar'Thre's mother, was the female with the largest claws in the village when Muth'Phra, Kthar'Thre's father, mated with her.
Mitcht'Lhre, Kthar'Thre's sister, is little over a year younger than Kthar'Thre.[/i]
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