Khantyer Dotharl

Well we can certainly help with that. Alot of us are on right now if youd like to reach out

Sorry we didnt catch you! A couple of us called an early night. But if you're on this morning, we'll be sure to grab you.

If you have questions about the Mateus rp community, feel free to PM me. o7

Xenophobic closet racist cant fathom why people around her wont suck it up and speak HER language.

I. Basic Info Characters:Khantyer Qalli Primary character:" " Linkshells:Tell a Tale | RPC Mateus Primary RP linkshell:RPC Mateus II. RP Style Amount of RP (light, medium, heavy): Medium to Heavy. I tend to made time to reply as soon as I receive it. I write depending on what I'm given to work with. Quality over quantity. Though if a post requires alot of thought and some insight more so for the reader than the circumstance, all add that in without trying to drag out the reply. My flow is more or less organic and I stick to my character traits as best I can. Views on RP combat and injuries: No character is perfect and as such wounds heal over time. I'm fond of conflict and violence in RP. It tends to make out more interesting. Though in active confrontation, I tend to use rolls. Views on IC romance: Character development is what it is, but I'm not an active seeker of it given my character's complex composition. A romance blossoms more beautifully if there is a stronger backing for it than a sudden run, in my opinion. Views on non-romantic RP (family ties, etc): There is more depth to a story than romance. So all alternative fiend are welcome to help build and round out a character and the bonds they have with others. Views on lore: I am a stickler for it. A great deal of time and consideration has gone into the depths of the world and the races and conflicts and victories therein. We have a great deal to work with and explore so I'm fond of using it when able. Views on chat functions (/say, /linkshell, etc): No better way to communicate. Though with my group i tend to use Discord to relay events and as a resource hub. Also for some RP of the forums are inconvenient for whatever reason. In game I use /say more often than not. III. Other Info Country:US Timezone:EST Contact info: Discord: @Khantyer Qalli#8027

It could be said that within her time in the Western lands, the tone of sarcasm, while learned, was not completely understood. Still to her sense it sounded more on part of a literal jest, and as thus she took his acceptance to her departure plainly and without further regard. She did however stop upon hearing his address her companion as she had, her head tilting slightly over her shoulder. And here... she had thought he did not understand the more tribal language. Either the male had more knack for it than previously assumed, or like most of his kind she had crossed... he was deceptive. None the less, her tail flicked in beckon to the wolf, drawing the pair of them towards the gate to the evening call of the wilds. They had to make camp before carrying on, she was reminded, then clicked her tongue at her own negligence. They had idled for long enough already...

By the twitch of her tail, it became steadily apparent that the woman was not fond of the Eorzean tongue, or its use for that matter. Too many meanings for a single word, the implications of them, as well as the difficulty that went into the written word. Hearing more of it as it was spoken roused a light throbbing in her temple til she felt the need to press a pair of fingers against the wood of her mask above it. "If suited to you..." she grumbled lowly, finally, feeling no need to continue on when her own understanding was limited, let alone his own. Shrugging the pelt higher over her shoulders, she then clicked her tongue for the she-wolf's attention. :Come little hunter: She beckoned and took a step back as a wolf pushed herself to stand. Idly, the beast shook herself out, minding the cargo she carried, then eased herself sidelong for the hunter to retrieve her spear secured to the side. For a moment, the male was the furthest thought from her mind as she freed the bone and wooden spear from its slip to raise it upright. Hearing the light rattle of the bone raised the she-wolf to attention, her eyes wide and eager, tail swaying like a pup in wait for its treat. Though it could not be seen, she could hear the smile of her master in the chuckle and air she exude, then eagerly butted her crown against a scaled horn. They had spent their time idle. But now... now was a time for action. :Come: she giggled, patting the wolf against the muzzle as she took a leading step forward then raised her head to the taller male. "...leaving now for hunt."

The beast simply looked to the male in silence, her ears twitching slightly to the sound of his voice, but none the less did not appear bothered by the mistake. Nor did the master seem bothered beyond her initial correction. It was not the first, and perhaps not the last time she would have to correct those without the careful eye to take notice. Few would dare to approach such a beast, let alone be so bold as to ascertain its correct gender among its likeness. Such need was for breeders only, and that in of itself was a rare find even among the ambitious for coin beyond the Ixali beast-masters. When again the male spoke of the Doman language, she tipped her head in his direction, lightly rubbing the side of her horn whilst doing so. A habit of sorts when in disagreement to what she heard. That and the continued click of disdain of her tongue. "...no better song than from tribe..." she mumbled, more so growled lowly as if her thought were being contested. "...if cannot sin- speak... it is from no open to mind," she explained, ushering the wolf to lay down for her to lean against its back. Grumbling, the she-wolf followed suit, crossing her forelegs in front of her to let her muzzle rest ontop. She breathed deeply in sigh then lowered her lids, but kept her ears on a swivel should even the subtlest utterance by her master be heard. The hunter continued. "...Raen words are of meaning... but do not have...eh.." She paused a moment, her head turning toward the ground in thought then righted not a moment after. She placed a hand to her chest. "...this. Do not have... heart? They sing without it... If cannot do so, cannot learn song of the tribe..."

The more learned tongue was... more or less a dislike for the simpler female. The effort that went into sharing a word or thought with greater air near always seemed a waste to her senses. Was it not enough to sing by one's feeling alone? What more needed to be projected? What reason... what cause? Such airs reminded her strongly of the pale-scale cousins, their keenness to the elevation of tongue to be on par with the scaleless natives. The thought itself put her tail in a twist, near knocking into the side of her companion's leg. Soundly, she clicked her tongue, again tilting her head towards the beast's muzzle as it leaned against her. "Tsetseng is female," she correctly smoothly. "...tongue not asked. Only spoke of it as sound of Raen." Again, her tail twitched, lightly tapping the wolf's leg. "...cannot see reason to know it..."

Greetings from Mateus On site I have an FC Tradepost led by a strongly traditional Xaelan female, right down to her strong dislike of the Raen. And... borderline zenophobic. That said, she is looking to raise, house and train other wayward people of the tribe, regardless of their sect as long as they are willing to work cooperatively. What this would mean for you, the player, is that you would have a group to run and explore new and cureent content, as well as a nourishing backing and constant endgame progression. As for your character/persona, while not all RP takes place in the FC itself, there is a foundation for you to grow from, personal development, and a thriving external rp community. [ There is an RP LS we use for events and general craziness that takes place. ] Feel free to PM if interested or if you have questions. I'd be happy to answer them.