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[Red weasel]

Username: Red weasel
L.O.C. Name:Arcturus
Gender: Male
Element: Death
Rank:Prison Guard
Personality:

- Quiet -
Arcturus was never a very talkative child, so it never surprised anyone for him to be quiet. He got quite with his age, but only a selective few would notice. He's not a conversationalist, but you will here him talk if you work with him. His voice is a bit gravely due to the damage to his throat, but he doesn't care what others think of it.

- Suspecting -
Because of his friend’s betrayal, he isn't the most trusting lions. It takes a lot to gain his trust and respect. This does not make him judgmental, his own mistakes loom over him in his mind, making it hard for him to judge others actions. He is sure there are spies in the pride, though he can not label them, and feels it's best not to dwell on it to much.

- Loyal -
Those who know his last may question this, but now that he is a bit older, his has nothing but loyalty to give to the pride. To those who helped him, his parents, Kiani, and other healers, he shows and gives great loyalty. Earn his trust and friendship, and he will give what he can, even if it's not much. He shows his greatest loyalty to the healers who saved his life.

- Somber
- Arcturus isn't the happiest person, and it shows. While few know his story, he carries his regret out in the open, and it shows in the way he carries himself. Every now and then, someone will ask what is wrong with him, but her never, ever answers this question. He keeps his head down when he's not working, and keeps most of his feelings to himself.

- Serious -
Humor isn't really something that Arcturus is really into. Joking on the job doesn't bode well, and he will reprimand those when he can. The angers he can get is if you joke about joining the rebellion, he will set you straight as much as he can. In some ways he can come of as mean because of this, even when he's trying not to.

- Commanding -
While isn't a secondary leader, he has a leader’s willpower, and when needed, takes charge of the things around him. He is very involved his work, and keep his eye on others, especially the west members of the guards, to the prison inmates. He also tries to make sure that any guard with a temper doesn't flair up and cause trouble with other inmates.

- Caring -
While he may not show it well, he is a very caring soul. His watchful eyes may sometimes check over a certain lion or lioness more than others, or in his own weird way, take the time to try and get them to talk to him. He secretly loves cubs, and care how they grow, but is afraid to go to any training, because he knows in his heart, he is not a good influence for them.


By Scarlet Janefox

History/story:
I was a fool to ever think of leaving. I was born to a family in the pride, my father a cub trainer, by mother a warrior. They were loving, and I was lucky to have them, lucky to have such a good home. The only thing wrong was my element. I was afraid of death. Afraid of killing, of seeing the dead. My mother assured me that it was okay. I wanted to be a warrior, but and I trained to use it. My family had assumed that If I wanted to be a warrior, I had come to terms with my element, but they were still wrong to me. It because my secret that I did not want to use my powers. Because of this, I trained hard to become the best close combat fighter. I made a friend, his name I will no longer speak, a poison element. He never liked the pride you see, even as a cub. He told me stories, complained. I didn't understand why my father didn't like him.

"Pride Lions are useless. They don't do anything for the pride," he hissed to me one day after class, as we walked back to meet with our parents, "The alpha treats them to well. That why when I grow up, I'm joining the rebellion". This was a daily activity, and because of this, I started to believe him. Not only did I want to be like him, I wanted to join him. The rebellion seemed so free to me, compared to the pride, which openly expected me to use my element, an element I had come loathe. My friend never understood why I would hate such a powerful element. I could barely use it if I wanted to, though the idea of wanting to seemed quite odd to me. He became an adult a while before I did, but he waited to leave for the rebellion with me. I thought it was because we were such good friends, but he had other plans in mind.

I was excited to become an adult, and my mother had high hopes that I would become a warrior like her, my father on the other hand, had his suspicions about my friend. I didn't want my mother to know I planned on leaving, leaving her, and my father, who gaze was fairly unwanted to me at the time. Mother walked me to my aging, saying that father would meet us there. I suspected nothing, to happy that I would soon join the movement I had learned so much about, for it would be that night that I would leave. My aging, it went off without a hitch. Oddly though, my father spoke not a word to me that day, minus any congratulations. I spoke little to anyone, going straight to my friend to confirm the plans we had made, makings sure they were still on. Otherwise, I avoided people as much as I can, and went to sleep early so I could leave as soon as possible.

We met that night near a den far away from where wither of us stayed, I felt the excitement rushing through me. My friend though, seemed so calm. Everything was quiet, and neither of us spoke, until we were near the outskirts of the pride. There slept a lioness, young and peaceful. My friend stopped, and looked at her. "I think it's time you showed us your powers, prove your worth to the rebellion." I didn't understand what he meant, and simply looked at him in confusion. "Your have death powers. Come on, I know you've been hiding it. Clever, not letting the pride know how strong you are" he spoke, pride laced in his voice. I pawed at the ground, "I don't know how to use them to well." He was shocked, but not angry, I could see something ticking in his eyes.

"Well the you can practice on her then." He said proudly, gesturing his tail to the lioness once again. "I-what-no, no I'm not going to do that," I hissed, and suddenly I realized exactly what he wanted me to do, "No. I won't kill her, I won't do that." My friends tail ticked, disbelief washing over his face. "You can't expect to be useful if you don't learn how to use them. Honestly, I can find you some help, to teach you, come on, try it." I wasn't going to hurt her though, I wouldn't, and I couldn't. I backed away, understanding now why my hater never wanted me around how. How could have misunderstood what the rebellion wanted, if this was what they wanted, he couldn't. Suddenly, anger rose up in my friend. "If you won't I will!" her yelled, crouching to prepared an attack. I ran forward, ready to block, as stopped in front of the lioness.

My friend burst out into almost maniacal laughter. "You think you can beat me. Poison, against paw? I'll give you this one chance. Back down now." I didn't. I couldn't. He hissed at the realization. The body of the friend I once had was a blur as he came crashing toward me, I barely missed his teeth, which dived toward my neck. I slashed at him, landing few blows, as he landed many. The lioness had awoken, but stayed frozen behind me. My defensives just weren't good enough, and as his claws sunk into my back with searing, I knew I was dealing with more than just his claws. As I feel to the ground, the lioness hopped up and ran, though she was no longer his concern. He stood over me, as I was unable to move, a smirk across his face. "You're such a waste ya know, you coulda be great" he said said, kicking my face with his claws out.

"Since our lioness has left, I guess I'll have toned you instead" he said, bending down so that his head was to next to my ear, "I really am sorry, but I have to do what I have to do." He reared up, and his poisonous claws slashed into my neck. I was still alive, and desperate not to go how out like this. He reared up once again, this time ready for the kill, but with all the strength and power I could, I made one last attempt to save myself, blindingly slashing at him. I can't remember exactly what happened then, I may have been them for hours, maybe minutes, before two sets of footsteps came to me. The last thing I remember was a voice, sating softly, that I was going to survive, if she had any choice in the matter.

When I woke up, to lionesses were bent over me. The first, boring a yellow brown pelt, seemed to have been tending to my neck, while the second, with a pink pelt, was tending to my side. The first, who I now know as Kiani, had a strict, but contender look on her face. "You're lucky I got to you when I did ya know? You could be dead right now". Something in Kiani's voice to me she knew more than she was letting on. The lioness, merely looked up and nodded, seemingly more concerned with her work. "You've been out for days; you were poisoned very badly. Rest, rest your voice. Your father will be coming soon to talk over things with you." Things. It was so non specific, I was beginning to fear what everyone else knew.

My father, and my father alone, told me that I killed my former friend. That had I listened to him. This wouldn't have happened. Seeing the regret in my eyes, he left the topic alone, noting that I was lucky that a gravely voice, and a few scars were all the damage I would have left, that he was glad I was alive. He never asked if I still wanted to join the rebellion, and instead said he would cover for me. Instead of the almost traitor that I was, her lead others to believe I was a hero, that I caught the rebellious lion attacking the lioness, and tried to stop him. My father even took the credit for his death, to save me from rumors. Very few would know the truth. Kiani was one of them. I made him one request, to advocate for me to switch ranks, I wanted to be a prison guard, where I would be less of a danger, and could possibly learn to use my powers.

My request was granted, but my life was already changed. I become less hopeful, and what social life I had mostly dwindled away. I had one goal, one serious goal. I wanted, and still do, to prove to myself that I was, and am, worth something to the pride. I learned to control, and even like my own element. I've been and at leas good enough prison guard. I spend most I my free time with the healers, who I owe everything to. I help when I can, especially Kiani, who still carries my secrets, keeping me safe from all judgment. One day though, I’ll have to tell the truth to someone, for one day I will find a mate.
Relationship:

Pengu's Aldurant - co-worker - Arcturus is aware of the controversy around Aldurant, though he doesn't care. He doesn't know if he things Aldurant is innocent or not, and he doesn't really care. Arcturus has his own guilt, and feels it would be wrong to they and judge anyone else. Over all, he likes Aldurant, all he really cares about is the kind of work ethic he has.

Hobbit Geek's Reverie - acquaintance - Reverie is one of Arcturus's favorite healers. While the comes off a rather grumpy, he thinks he's a bit of a similar attitude in as himself. She might not seem nice to some, but he knows she cares about her work, and her patients, and respects the work that she does. He knows she was there when his fatal accident occurred, he is not sure though, how much she knows about what truly happened.

Shattereds Panacea - acquaintance - The healer that Arcturus is most comfortable with. Unaware of her second ability, he feels no social pressure around her, she makes him feel like there’s nothing wrong with his quiet nature. Ironically, because of this, he will often tell her things, or make comments that her wouldn't normally make with others. He feels like, if she knew his true past, she wouldn't judge him the way others would.

My Kiani - protector - Kinai is a family friend of his parents, so it was no surprise that his father when to her. He has formed a close bond to her, since she is someone he knows he can talk to about his past and problems, knowing that his secret is safe with her. She in turn, always keeps an eye out on him when she can, and constantly worries how he's doing.

Facts:
~Was going to be a distractor before the incident
~Does not know who the lioness was, and is afraid to find out
~Was a mamas boy when he was younger
~has no other siblings
~Loves to adventure out of the pride lands when he's home
-Wants cubs in the future, feel like they are the ket to his redemption
~ Is secretly afraid no one will ever be able to love him for what he's done
~He sometimes has a hard time control his ability to communicate with the dead, he'll hear them when he doesn't want to
~Has on one occasion gotten into a fight with his ex friends parents, who hold a grudge against him
~Loves adventuring in general

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[mewmew.]

Username: mewmew.
L.O.C. Name: Rowen
Gender: Male
Element: Earth
Rank: Warrior
Personality: WIP
Art/Story: PROMPT: How he got his scars. WIP
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[SukarettoYanagi]

Username: -Willow

L.O.C. Name: Morrows | Gender: Male | Age: ~298 | Element: Poison | Rank: Warrior; subrank Tank
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Personality:
Morrows is quiet and doesn't speak much. He is very secretive and somewhat stand-offish with rarely anything nice to say. He is not one to compliment others easily, but rather to point out their mistakes and push them improve.  Most call him lazy due to the fact they often see h laying around instead of doing busy-work.  Truth is he is one of the hardest working lions in the rank.

He prefers to spend his off hours alone thinking on how he can improve himself.  This often leaves him goibg back to his den with cuts, scrapes, and bruises covering his body.  He is rarely open minded, believing that his opinions and ideas are the only ones that would work.

He has always wanted to be able to mentor a cub.  To pass on his skill.  Morrows can be brutal and insensitive, not caring what others feel; only the fact that they need to improve upon something.  This brutality often leaves others hesitant to approach him, however.

Morrows is often rude to those around him, almost acting as though they are lesser than himself.  This couldn't be further from the truth.  He believes himself to be lesser than those around him, and in his self-anger he lashes out.  Verbally bashing those he comes in contact with.

Morrows is very hesitant on who he attempts to allow in; this is partly because of his overall personality.  Mostly it is due to past betrayals.  For most of his life he was lied to, and every friendship he has attempted to hold down has ended with him alone.  It is because he does not wish to be hurt anymore that he distances himself.

He isn't what you'd call a happy lion.  When he is not training and pushing himself, Morrows can be found alone watching the sky dim and thinking about his "haunted" past.  He likes to draw heroic pictures of himself in the dust with his claws- these are mostly of him triumphing in battle or saving his squad or the Pride- in an attempt to make himself feel better.

He doesn't like to think about the fact that he was lied to for most of his cubhood and vowed to tell the truth, always.  It this reason that he comes across as mean.  Morrows says what needs to be said, whether someone wants to hear it or not.  The truth does hurt, but lies hurt worse.
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Reckless Actions
I sat stock still while Kaida proceded to show me something she had previously finished explaining to me. The still silence was broken as she hit the ground with a thud.

"Kai, you missed the landing, according to your description." I snorted, not particulerly caring if she was ok, only wanting to learn the move.

"I can see that." she grunted, getting to her paws and shaking the dust from her fur. "Lets see if you can do it."

I nodded and got to my paws. I padded to the center of the dusty, empty clearing with a snort and crouched, tensing every mucle in my hind legs preparing for my strike.

"Good posture, Morrows. Your balance is near perfection. Now, lets see how well you do on the attack and landing." Kaida smiled.

I grinned and lept with full force, which sent me slamming into the a rock facing. I fell to the ground with a solid thud. In silent pain, I got to my paws and shook myself, ignoring the twing of pain in my paw. I padded up to Kaida, who was quietly snickering at my failure to even get the leap correct after I had been so cocky and confident.

Frowning, I sat down and though it over. Where did I get it wrong? Kaida had said I'd gotten the poture correct, and that my balance was superb. How did I miss it?
It hit me like a ton of rocks.  I'd pushed off too hard, causing me to slam into the rock. Which I might add was entirly too low. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind.

"Kaida, I think I need some time to myself to think this through." I mumbled, my head hung low in disappoinment.

"Ok." she smiled at me, "Don't give up, I know you can get it right."

"Yeah right..." I muttered as she padded away, the grey stone swallowing her form.

Once she was out of ear shot, I began my more rigorus self-training. I crouched, tenced, and lept about more times than I could count before my paws wouldn't let me get anymore in. I gave up and began to, for the first time, waste my time.

I drew heroic looking pictures of myself in the dust. That made me smile. I lept around the clearing, ignoring my pain and pracitcing harder and harder. I had to learn this. I had to make Kaida proud.

That was the only thing I thought about as I lay on the cold stone, feeling the life ebb from my body.  It felt as though fire were in my veins as the poison coarse through me.

It was my first battle, I was ranked as a fighter, and I had tried to take on more than I could chew.  I was outnumbered, but had managed to knock one of them aside.  The lion I was facing off against was a poison-wielder as well.  It was poison versus poison, and it seemed we were evenly matched.  How wrong I was to think that.

We were bleeding pretty heavily, though my armour protected most of my body. He lashed out at me suddenly, a barrage of poison spikes flying at me as I rose from a fall.  There was no time to think or act, and I felt as they tore through my flesh.  One cut to my neck.  Two to my back.  I fell instantly.  The poison was quick acting and took hold of me before my support could do anything.

I don't remember when I was dragged off the battle field, the whole world around me became a dull, droning wash of noises. All I could feel was fire in my veins before that, too, began to die away.


I awoke months afterward, a sharp pain stinging my throat I swallowed. My mouth was dry and felt as though I had inhaled gravel. I coughed weakly, grabbing the attention of the nearest healer who quickly ran over.
She explained what had happened to me, and why I was in so much pain. She explained to me that the poison had caused extensive scarring. The lioness seemed to keep stressing how I was lucky to be alive. I wanted to ignore her, or better yet tell her to get lost, but my throat burned too bad to speak. So I lay there in silent misery.

It was another month before my throat was well enough I could speak without pain. My voice had changed so much, it was as though it wasn't even mine. However, I grew used to it. Just as I did the constant pain in my back. It's nothing more than a dull ache now, but as I get older I know it will eventually force me to retire. That day cannot far enough away in my opinion.

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