I altered his design slightly, re-adding the white stripes he had as a cub, and added a few extra brown stripes but otherwise it's the same. I'm pretty happy with him. c:
.name.
Sacrifice.
.gender.
Male
.element.
Light
.relationship status.
Single
.rank.
Pride Member
.allegiance.
Sacrifice may be with the Pride, but he doesn't love the Pride and likes causing trouble. However, he does not side with the Rebels.
.personality.
trouble maker
doesnt like to bring up his parents, or his role in the pride (may get angry)
doesnt care kind of attitude
secretly wants attention/ a friend
often confused by his own emotions
dramatic
persuasive
old personality(when he was a cub);
Sacrifice has disarming charm and has a skillful way with words. He can manipulate others to his desires and twists lies into their minds. It even twined these stories into his own mind. Because he wants to forget everything and build a perfect world, he will always be hurt by the death of the parents. There's no way around it but Sacrifice is over emotional, dramatic. What he is going through is traumatic yet he is handling it well for he has a truly strong heart, he is learning how to carry on without forgetting. He isn't perfect and will sometimes stray off the path to the light, staring longingly at forbidden shores. As he grows he needs only a simple guidance to lead him through in one piece.
His parents died in battle.
.story of when he was a cub.
Gone. Wiped from existence. My parents, the only things I treasured deeply. They were my everything, yet I never cared hard enough. I took them for granted as all cubs do and I never truly appreciated what it was like to have a family. And then they died in battle, as noble as always. I just wish that I could turn back time. And learn to love.
I did not bare the mark of a warrior but my family had been filled with warriors for years, each one born bearing such a mark. But I was spotless. I guess it would be an understatement to say I was jealous. I was fuming, so that morning when my parents told me of the important battle I paid them no heed. "Ha, why would I care? It's not like it has anything to do with me," I had shot back at my parents. The stunned look on their faces was the last thing I saw as they strode away. I remember every inch of hurt.
I was lying by the glimmering lake, watching it sparkle in the undeniable boredom. I sighed, exasperated. Two days had passed since my fight with my family, two days since they'd been out at war. I knew I'd overreacted and I was waiting as patiently as I could for them, I had already planned an apology for them. A clattering pebble startled me and I glanced up to see a grim faced Ronin. His face was dark, shrouded by regret and guilt. My gaze was curious as he spoke the heaviest words in the world.
"Your parents are dead."
And then somehow, tears escaped my eyes.
Sacrifice.
.gender.
Male
.element.
Light
.relationship status.
Single
.rank.
Pride Member
.allegiance.
Sacrifice may be with the Pride, but he doesn't love the Pride and likes causing trouble. However, he does not side with the Rebels.
.personality.
trouble maker
doesnt like to bring up his parents, or his role in the pride (may get angry)
doesnt care kind of attitude
secretly wants attention/ a friend
often confused by his own emotions
dramatic
persuasive
old personality(when he was a cub);
Sacrifice has disarming charm and has a skillful way with words. He can manipulate others to his desires and twists lies into their minds. It even twined these stories into his own mind. Because he wants to forget everything and build a perfect world, he will always be hurt by the death of the parents. There's no way around it but Sacrifice is over emotional, dramatic. What he is going through is traumatic yet he is handling it well for he has a truly strong heart, he is learning how to carry on without forgetting. He isn't perfect and will sometimes stray off the path to the light, staring longingly at forbidden shores. As he grows he needs only a simple guidance to lead him through in one piece.
His parents died in battle.
.story of when he was a cub.
Gone. Wiped from existence. My parents, the only things I treasured deeply. They were my everything, yet I never cared hard enough. I took them for granted as all cubs do and I never truly appreciated what it was like to have a family. And then they died in battle, as noble as always. I just wish that I could turn back time. And learn to love.
I did not bare the mark of a warrior but my family had been filled with warriors for years, each one born bearing such a mark. But I was spotless. I guess it would be an understatement to say I was jealous. I was fuming, so that morning when my parents told me of the important battle I paid them no heed. "Ha, why would I care? It's not like it has anything to do with me," I had shot back at my parents. The stunned look on their faces was the last thing I saw as they strode away. I remember every inch of hurt.
I was lying by the glimmering lake, watching it sparkle in the undeniable boredom. I sighed, exasperated. Two days had passed since my fight with my family, two days since they'd been out at war. I knew I'd overreacted and I was waiting as patiently as I could for them, I had already planned an apology for them. A clattering pebble startled me and I glanced up to see a grim faced Ronin. His face was dark, shrouded by regret and guilt. My gaze was curious as he spoke the heaviest words in the world.
"Your parents are dead."
And then somehow, tears escaped my eyes.
