Name: Rantai [ran-TYE].
Nickname: Ran, Ranny, Tai, Tai-Tai.
Gender: Male.
Age: 28 years.
Species: Smili.
Mother: Cerasy [SIR-rass-see].
Father: Risdan [ris-DIN].
Siblings: Nyss [niss].
Mate: None.
Offspring: Chrom Aero and Dys Mania.
Birthplace: South Australia.
Accent: A soft, tuneful Australian accent.
Personality: The main focus of Rantai’s life, and thus his personality in reflection, is his little sister Nyss. The two connected in a near-impossible way, and he feels both a murky sense of duty to her and a guilty loyalty. It is improbable that he will ever be able to recover from her and move on, so for now, this is the center of his everything.
On the side of devoting his entire existence to her, Rantai is a rather odd fellow. He has an incredibly inquisitive brain and he is near-constantly investigating puzzles that most others will just leave alone to rust in the dirt. He is especially peculiar when it comes to the fancy devices humans will cultivate, and he spends many hours and days on uncovering whatever secrets he is stubborn that they withhold.
The emotional pros to his personality are that he holds a loyalty and devotion that many will only dream about experiencing in their lifetime. When many would make mundane friends, he will always press to do his best. In a normal life, this would have proved to make him exceedingly popular with the females in his land, but he has sacrificed his chances of getting a mate for his sibling. Many cannot understand this devotion, and he gets lashed near daily by harsh insults over it. Rantai is certain that it is merely the strangers are jealous of his bond and hide their envy beneath scorching words.
In that specific manner, Rantai can be surprisingly vicious and bull-headed when it comes down to the toed line of protecting those he loves. He does not have any mercy for anybody who has harmed a friend or family member, and this shows in how oddly ruthless he is in fights against “bandits”.
His likes involve his sister, Nyss. Both of this parents. Puzzle-solving. Best, trustworthy friends.
His dislikes include the elders and the leaders of the tribe. Males who threaten his darling sister. Females who try and gain his attention when he's clearly trying to do something else.
History: I’ve been told a thousand times over that when I was born, there was much joyous celebration and glee. I was the sole member in the first litter my tribe had seen for six years, so I suppose that was enough of a victory to house a party too.
I was healthy, hungry, and loud, I’ve been told. My parents were not in love but they were happy and devoted entirely to their new son. All the members of the tribe helped to raise me, whether with jealous intentions or merely a complimenting friend. For two years all was peaceful and happy. I have cloudy memories of this calm time that I summon to me when I’m particularly stressed. I was probably the most spoiled member that tribe had seen in generations.
Two full years after my arrival, my mother surprised us all by announcing her second litter and corresponding cub. My little sister skittered into the world on clumsy paws and entranced the crowds that had once been so obsessive over me. With glittering, crystal eyes and a mischievous smile, nobody could deny giving Nyss exactly what she so wanted, no matter the price.
As a youngling, I was severely envious. I ignored my sister constantly, removing myself as her friend by being capable of saying “no”. She responded by trying to win me over with compliments and favoritism. I pride myself on remaining strong for three more stoic years.
“Brother…” Her whining, soft voice made me stop. I glared back at her, my gaze frigid even in the warm environment. She whimpered, eyes enlarged, perfect face the complete picture of innocence.
“Will you…” Her voice wobbled, just too cute. “Will you go get me something to eat?” She pleaded, looking up at me.
I snorted, flipped my tail, and turned my back to her. “Go get it yourself.” I declared cheerfully and began to pad off. Behind me, I knew my sister was glaring. Despite the near perfect expressions she could throw, I always knew how she truly felt. Just to make the conversation lasting, I turned my head and shot her a wicked grin.
With the anniversary of my fifth year of life rolling around, and her third creeping along the corner, I realized my mistake. As much as I was totally unwilling to bend back and admit what I did, I still felt a little guilty. Half a decade into my life I figured out that I only had one sister, so I may as well enjoy her while her pleasant youth lasted.
It took another long, exceptional year, but finally my unique sister trusted that I meant well. We were so tight in bonds that we spent nearly all of our waking hours together, always in the other’s company no matter what. To some, it was almost considered creepy, our permanent relationship. But most our age [as there had been a sort of baby boom after us] were just jealous. They had spent years being compassionate and polite to Nyss but she scorned them in trade for her brother, the infamous “rude” Rantai. My actions earned me a whole plethora of enemies at this period of time and this is when I learned how to fight and defend everybody I loved.
I grew beneath the partnership of my parents and the flourishing flower beside me that was my sister. For a few years I lived in ultimate peace and happiness. My sister was constantly protected by me, and although every few days I would drag myself home with ragged cuts slicing my pelt, I did not give up my hold on her.
When I turned twelve, it was a normal time to make the decision whether to stay or leave. I, of course, preferred the option and living where I had since I was born, and made my view on this very obvious. Although the elders buckled somewhat against my rather rebellious nature, they could find no flaws to throw me out so they allotted me to join the ranks of the adults.
Below me, my sister was just turning the big ten year mark. She had grown into a beautiful young female who gleaned interest from every male who looked her way, and this of course meant I had to be even more careful while I guarded her. Being so over-protective eventually made us fight some, but my sister trusted me. She knew that I would do whatever was good for her.
The night I walked in on her and another of the local boys was a night I will probably regret forever. I got right in the stranger’s face, shoving him away from my delicate sister, and declared that if he ever touched her again, he wouldn’t forget it.
My sister was screaming at me to stop, but I had reached a point where I figured I knew better then her. This male was about twenty, already ten years older then him, and he had a dredged reputation in the tribe that did not make him well-liked. As he scampered off into the night, I literally had to drag my sister back home, ignoring her wild cries and angry yelps at me.
It took three days for my sister to even talk to me again. I pleaded and begged with her, told her that I was only trying to go what was best for her, and she would merely turn away from me. The cold shoulder hurt me deeper then she would know, but I suppose she got a taste of it on the day she gave in to me.
Nyss randomly turned back to me and buried her snout into my chest fur, breathing deeply and unevenly. Her breaths were hitching like she had just finished crying, and quietly, I remember nuzzling her in comfort. She admitted that she didn’t actually feel anything for this male I had chased off, but that he had showed true interest in her and she had no way to turn him down without me around to stand guard.
The information made me impossibly angry. My sister, blind to it, merely retired to bed early. I stalked out into the shadows that night and tracked down the male who had dared tried to force my sister into liking him.
I will disclose what I did that night, for I am somewhat ashamed of it. Blood was shed, but I did not kill him at least; he escaped with his life while I drove him miles and miles away from where he could ever hurt my sister again.
In the morning, the elders came and found me and brought me to interview about it. I did not lie to them, although I did not tell the full truth. I spoke simply, and told the elders that I had hurt the male because he had hurt my sister. When they asked for details, I refused them further. It was my sister’s secret to tell, not mine.
The leaders did not take this information lightly, and finally requested that I leave the tribe. My parents were forced to disown me publicly and my sister disallowed from seeing me leave; but I merely held my chin high and did not show a flicker of my emotion. I had promised my sister that I would protect her, and member of the tribe or not, I would not break my word to her.
[will edit in next ten years and meeting of Leuco, unaware of cubs]
Roleplay Information~
Roleplayed As: Smili or human.
Mate: None.
Crush: None.
Friends: None.
Enemies: None.
