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(Is the last lioness slot in the new pride still open? If so, may I reserve it? I know I may seem like a new player but I have been roleplaying on many different sites for years, so I have experience.) |
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Of course <3
And no worries. I'm open to giving people opportunities as long as my Rp Rules are met ^^
Forest Folk said:
(Is the last lioness slot in the new pride still open? If so, may I reserve it? I know I may seem like a new player but I have been roleplaying on many different sites for years, so I have experience.)
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Alright! I will get to my character sheets later since it's 3am in my timezone |
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Name: Palika Age: 4.5 Years Gender: Female Pride or Coalition: New Pride Preferred Rank: A Second Female Position, or a Huntress Appearance: [Credits: landkeks-stock on DA.] Palika is not a lioness of massive proportions or abnormal size. She's got the body of a huntress, lean and powerful, a body of muscle rippling beneath her pelt. She's had the body of a huntress since she'd grown into her figure, a body built to be pressed against the ground and stalk prey, a body to run swiftly through the grass, and a body to latch onto prey and make a kill. She has a coat of a tawny gold colouration, stretched across her skin, groomed hastily and sparingly among her workload. She's nowhere near the largest huntress that's ever existed, nor is she the heavyweight champion. She stands at 3.7 feet at the shoulder, and weighs somewhere in the 350's lbs, fluctuating slightly depending on how much she's eaten. With her age, work in the pride and repetition of what her life had been like, Palika has gathered her own horrifying collection of scars. From when she was a cub, she has scars on her neck and shoulders. From work, she has gauges, scratches and tears on her legs and sides. From males themselves, she has scratches, claw marks, bites, anything a lion could possibly do, all across her body. She is far from free of scars. Personality: Palika is smart, she is observant, she is a problem-solver and a quick thinker. She's made many adjustments to her way of existence over the time she'd lived, many of which she'd learned from the other lionesses around her, or had learned pleased someone dangerous or otherwise threatening. She'd grown to match their behavior, learned to hush and quieten those that disobeyed unspoken laws, had learned that many things were better left unsaid. She has learned to be quiet, to be an unseen lioness in the darkness, to be unheard, that to be ignored and safe is better than to be seen and hated. She has learned to present as beautiful only when it's asked of her, to complete her duties and her duties alone, to do what those higher than her deem necessary or likeable. She has learned that to gain favor for herself and those she loves is to gain safety. She has learned to be blank, cold, distant; put space between yourself and others and no one can truly hurt you. She has learned that to fight useless battles is just that, useless, fruitless, a waste of time and energy. She has learned that fighting at all can be foolish. She has learned she is a fool. She has learned that sometimes, there are people or things worth fighting for, even when hope seems lost. She has learned that sometimes, protecting those she loves is worth more than what may be done to her. She has learned that having something to believe in and something to fight for, something to work towards that she truly trusts, can keep those horrid thoughts at bay, even if only temporary.
She has learned to busy herself with work, with jobs, with things to tire out her body and her mind in order to hide from the thoughts that linger, just out of reach. She has learned, to save herself, she must work until her bones are tired and her body gives out. History: Palika was conceived in Ridge Pride before Titus took over, born to an inconsequential lioness within the Pride. Her mother had no special standing, was nothing to draw attention to. It was Palika herself that had drawn attention to their small, grieving, broken family when Titus took over the Pride. When she had been just a cub, Palika had done the stupid, stupid thing, dragged Ismktta with her. They'd wandered from the Pride, exploring, because of course they had. A male had wandered into the territory, a stupid decision really, and he had found them. Her mother had come after them, found them, just as the male had finished his first attack. She'd fought him, blind with a mother's rage, and had died in the altercation. Titus killed the trespasser when he'd arrived at the scene, just as the lioness was heaving her final breath, and he'd slain the stranger in his fury. Crush: None Mate: None Cubs: None Other: |
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Name: Inka Age: 3 Years Gender: Female Pride or Coalition: None Role: Lone Lioness Preferred Rank: Any At All; She simply wishes to escape. Appearance: [Credit: FearTheLiving27 on DA] Inka is a rather small lioness, compared to many, with a slim figure that one can't quite say was gifted with the art of hunting. She stands at 3'1" at the shoulder and 290 pounds. She's slim, practically the runt of the savannah, with a soft coat that does little, if anything, to hide her lithe frame. She's quick and agile, with lean muscle coating her body, but she doesn't have the muscular physique many typically associate with that of a huntress. Not that she's ever claimed to be one. Inka's coat is a pale tan hue on her back, and along her sides it begins to lighten into the white-creamy shade that coats her stomach. Her legs are a very pale shade of this tan-cream mixture, and so is most of her chest. Her legs still have some of their cub-hood spots, and she's beginning to doubt they'll ever go away at this point, and she quite enjoys them. Her eyes are a pale shade of golden brown, almost a light honeyed look. Just as many others, Inka is nowhere near free of scarring. She is as scarred as the next person, if not more so, a creature covered with enough scars to suggest she'd been in as many wars as there had been in existence. Personality: Inka is a dame of a complex personality--one that must be learned throughout time, not read off of her face. At first glance, she is a fearful and docile creature. And she is, temperament docile and non-confrontational. She allows others to walk over her, almost refusing to put up a fight. This, like a lot of the traits that others have, is learned behavior. Being told she wasn't good enough by her father, avoiding confrontation (although bearing scars from when she spoke against him) becoming second nature so that she didn't end up even more injured than she already had been. Loud noises, such as roars, or the sound of fighting, often drive her into a state of panic. Inka is paranoid--she is fearful that her father will find her again, will find the entire pride again, and will either force them to go back, or will kill them all. She is constantly glancing over her shoulder, constantly making sure everyone is present before she settles down to rest. She often requests to go on patrols, although never alone, to check the borders for any scents--particularly her fathers. There are times when she will awake from nightmares, nightmares that she tells very few about (particularly the contents of such nightmares), and demand to go on a walk throughout the territory. Inka is intelligent--although paranoid and fearful, docile and non-confrontational, Inka is smart. She knows what fights she can and cannot win (when she decides to fight), knows what hunts she can and cannot aid in. Even if her mind lies to her, even if her thoughts crowd her head, even if the suffocating fear and paranoia try to drown her, Inka isn't dumb. Her mind just lies to her sometimes, and she struggles to separate the truth from lies when her own brain has turned against her. Inka is selfless--she would rather drown than ask another for help, would rather starve than see another go hungry, would rather suffocate than steal anothers air. She puts others above herself until it is foolish, but she believes she is doing good. She has yet to understand that, to look after others, she must look after herself. She believes others are worthy of the things she is giving them--believes that she isn't worthy of what she's giving them. She hates relying on others, hates making herself a burden. Inka listens, and is observant. Inka could quite easily be your shoulder to cry on, could quite easily be that lioness that will listen to your every word if it helps you. But she listens to other things too. She listens to the silent cries, listens to the war that goes on behind the eyes, listens to the silent pleas. She notices the curved shoulders, the limp tail, the pinned ears. But she listens to other things--she listens to the insults, she listens to the put-downs, she listens to the spat-out words hand-crafted to put her in her respective place. And she takes them to heart. She takes them to heart and tries to change herself to suit people. Inka is protective--she hates confrontation, but everyone has their breaking point. Hers is if you try and physically attack, or verbally attack, someone that she holds dear to her. She might not physically defend them if it verbal, but she will do her best to support them or step in. Inka is resentful--she hates her father. She hates him with a passion, one that is so different from what she is normally like. She detests him, resents his mere name being spoken. Why? Not because he injured her until she was a patchwork of scars, but for the scars he left upon her relatives hides. For that, she hates Titus. For that, for the scars he branished his children with, for the scars that taint the hides of her cousins and siblings, she doesn't doubt she would attempt to kill him if she saw him again. Because, well, now? Now, her family is safe, away from him. She doesn't need to worry about them being hurt for her own mistakes. Inka is sweet, friendly and selfless. But she is also horrifically broken. History: Inka grew up with heavy expectations. Her mother was the Queen, and her father was Titus--the King. She was a litter of one, making those expectations only heavier upon her shoulders. She learned quickly, with a few gifted scars, not to speak up against her father, and to respect her mother enough not to speak up at all. The figthing between her relatives and the large male were enough to instill a fear of fighting, his gruff roars echoing. She fought against him multiple times, both before and after she gained her docile behavior. Mostly it was in defence of younger relatives, or other pride members. Never in her own defence--but still, these fights gave her scarring, just like anyone else in the pride. Titus got physical with her multiple times, but any wounds she attempted to return only gave her relatives new scars, so she stopped physically fighting back. Voicing her opinions, though? She would gladly tell him to leave her siblings alone, and take the wounds for the words. The killing of her half-sibling, and cousin, was enough to make her leave. The lionesses that had escaped left days before her, she'd been left behind and saw the damage they'd caused, the downfall of a King into a horrid mental spiral. He had raged, but raged at them, and hadn't hurt those that hadn't offended him. But he had plans, he always had plans, she knew it. She'd just tried to follow faded scents and near non-existent tracks of the lionesses. She knows the basic direction they were headed, but she's been turned around so often and gone in circles and gotten confused, she doesn't even know where she's going anymore, if she's passed them, or if she's never going to find them again. Crush: None. Mate: None. Cubs: None. Other: |
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Hiya, can I res a nomadic male? |
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Name:
Age: Four
Gender: Female
Pride or Coalition: None
Role: Lone Lioness
Preferred Rank: She's Content Being A Loner
Appearance: words words words words Stock Images. Credits to FurLined On DA.
Personality:
History: Kin: Araali - Older Brother Crush: None, She Has No Need
Mate: As If
Cubs: She's Not Raising Hellspawn
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Xano Pronunciation: xZ-ah-no Age: 2 and a half years old
Gender: Male
Pride or Coalition: Nomadic male
Role: Nomad
Preferred Rank: Content(?) <|||||>
Appearance:  Facial Features: Xano has a wide set face which appears as if it is a crisp diamond. His cheeks are sunken and hollow, but connected to a set of massive, powerful jaws. His lips are thick flaps which mostly offer the condescending row of teeth than a tongue of grooming. He has a nose the color of dark, wet sand, and perhaps violet seashells should decorate it. Furthermore, Xano’s nose, while not only rich in color, is rich in scent. His nostrils are wide and align perfectly with the winged arrow of his nose shape. The common indention of his whiskers dapple the forefront of his muzzle, and his whiskers, although translucent and floaty, sag nearly beneath his jaw with its length. Xano possesses circular, upturned eyes which seem most similar to the ripe seeds of a honeydew melon. His eyes are dark and brew with passion, mayhaps might. Xano has fangs like sabers, like the tallest thorn everyone wishes to avoid, and a tongue like barbs. Fur and Texture: The male has a shortly furred pelt which feels, if one were to brush against it, like grainy sand passing through the fine fibers of hair. Any consortium with that pricking pelage of his will leave a feline. . .un-hungry for more. And not only that, but also twitching and shaking as if the very epitome of desert soil had its entirety sucked into their fur. On the upside, Xano’s pelt is restrained and tight against his bulk, drafting an appealing view in which he stretches. A dirty blonde washes over his frame and somewhat cancels out the underlying muddles of brown so much so that they seem nothing but a shadow cast by day. It remains most prominent on his forehead, and the midst of his ears, appearing nearly black until closer inspection. Xano does have a bit of fairness to his coat as well though. A white-ish gray that seems a contour beneath his eyes. It also lines the first descent of his lips like two wide, misshapen blocks. A dark streak treks his spine, somehow managing to make way past the overbearing blond that is the majority of his being. Perhaps an applaud is in order. Xano has a mane of less impressive heights. Something that trickles just past his forelegs and just reaches his spine. His mane is thick and compact, as well as soft. It's inviting, despite it appearing as if sliced off by a scythe. It sinks down at his cheeks, and perfectly frames the bone structure of his face. Xano’s mane rolls further along his throat and chest, and just barely hooks onto his underbelly. It’s long enough to dust his shoulders should he walk, but falls short of movement if there were to be a breeze. Body Shape and Height: The male is 4.4 feet high and weighs 545 pounds exactly. The hulking mass that shifts ever so fortunately beneath his pelt is most prominent in his thighs, and haunches. He has legs shaped like powerful rods, the very pillars which both hold, and launch his physique in one sitting. Xano’s paws are like squares, implanting themselves into the crusted soil of the earth no matter the surface. His claws are hooked and a yellowed, sandy tone of color, and his tail 3 feet long. If not dragging at his hips, it’ll be flagged upwards as if printed into the sky.  Expressions: Xano most often wears an expression of indifference, and yet predatory, as if everything he looks at shall be his next meal. He seems like he would harm you, but serenade you as he does so. He looks like he would implicate you into murder, but guard you as if he were your beast all the same. Fragrance: He owns a scent like moss and the steely inner workings of a frosted cave. Voice: Xano’s voice is rich, weighty, and deep. If one should imitate it, it would suck the breath from their lungs. <|||||>
Personality: Thorough: Overbearing: Nonchalant: Unnerving: Cruel: Aggressive: Ill-mannered: Thoughtful: Light hearted: Romantic: Passionate: Rough: Mocking: Mean: <|||||> History: wip
Crush: open
Mate: He is open to any form of courtship with another lioness. I want him to have some sort of infatuation with the "gem" of the savannah (ahem, any of these fine ladies.)
Cubs: Should he produce any spawn, it certainly won't be of his own volition.
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Name: Zuri (Beautiful) Age: 4.5 Years Gender: Female Pride or Coalition: The New Pride Preffered Role: Huntress Appearance: A lioness whose weight is 314 lbs. Not that heavy for a lioness, and around average height. She is around 3.7 feet long with a lean build. Not exactly a muscular lioness, but she does make for a great runner. Zuri is a tawny and cream lioness with an off-white muzzle and cream neck. Parts of her throat, chest, and underbelly sporting a white color like her paws. A slender body followed by her light coat aid in stealth when stalking her prey. Her face is accented with a golden color, and she sports amber eyes that glimmer in the sunlight. She has a few minor scars she had obtained by tussling with her litter mates. She would always challenge her brothers to duels when they were cubs, which resulted in a small ear notch and a small cut on her back. Though she wasn't able to beat them in play fights, she took pride in her ear notch. Although a seemingly dainty looking lioness, Zuri is a great ambusher who has been practicing her skills for years, and she earned the nickname of "Grasshopper" when Zuri was still in the Ridge Pride. She did obtain two more noticable scars on her muzzle and neck. A noticable bite wound on her neck and a few cuts on her snout and muzzle (which will be explained in her backstory.) (Credit: Hotnstock on DA) Personality: Zuri was a bit of a nuisance during her cub days. During her time tussling with her siblings, she learned how to sneak up on them to land a pounce. Unfortunately, she never won her fights against her brothers since they were stronger than her, but she did have confidence in her stalking abilities. Often pouncing on insects on insects or stalking hares under the watch of her mother. Zuri is a bit of a scatterbrain. Sometimes she forgets what she was doing or what she was going to do next. She was especially ditzy when she was younger, but she has improved her focus with training. Though she still is forgetful at times. Zuri is often just dozing off or daydreaming when she isn't busy, and started to become more stoic when she turned two, thanks to the gloomy demeanor of her pride since they were all living in misery thanks to Titus. Zuri was a bit more rebellious upon turning four in her pride, but her stepping out of line has resulted in her losing some confidence and becoming more quiet, even in her new pride where she is far away from Titus and the Ridge Pride. She still remains more emotionally distant from others. In summary, Zuri is an emotionally distant lioness who likes to lay around and day dream, but does have a hidden feisty side to her. History: Zuri was born three - four months after Titus took over the Ridge Pride, as her deceased half siblings were still nursing and had been killed by Titus. A cousin of hers who was killed by Titus followed by all the male cubs disappearing made her realize just how awful of a King Titus was. When Zuri turned four, she finally stood up to her father Titus, saying he was a tyrant and taking his whole pride for granted. The Queen of the pride attempted to calm her down but she pushed past her to go face to face with Titus. This act of defiance made Titus call her an ungrateful traitor, and he slashed at her face in front of everyone who was there at the time. Titus forced her to the ground while bitting down on her neck, and he didn't let go until she stopped moving. She was left there and not even her mother could do anything. After some time, she finally got up again as he luckily didn't bite down on her jugular vein, but the scars were reminders of her foolish bravery, and she left the pride at night without saying a word, using her stealth and the cover of darkness to get away. Zuri took her five week old brother, Jabari with her to go and find the small group of lionesses that had left two days prior, and Zuri was the last lioness to arrive at the New Pride. Crush: None. (Open) Mate: None. Kin: Yes. (Jabari if you count relatives) Other: (Will make Jabari a character) |
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