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This is adopt #1 of Version 5 of L.O.C! To be eligible to adopt you must mark the main thread, and fill out the form below! Effort on forms is required. This community is focused around participation and just really being a part of the group. If you are not up for being active in the community, please do not apply :c




So before I announce the proud new owner of this boy, I want you all to know I was thoroughly impressed with all of your forms and am amazed at all the awesome ideas! This competition was judged with 2 other people due to friends competing and wanting to ensure the judging process was fair! With that said the points have been tallied and your winner has been chosen!

WINNER!
Pengu - 91/100
Emris - 83/100
Nizo - 81/100
Laces - 71/100

Congrats Pengu, and I would like to award Emris and Nizo with a claim slot as well!
A claim is basically, any new adopt that hasn't been released may be claimed automatically
however this does not include special event L.O.C. <3

Thanks everyone again for participating and for your love of my species, it really means the world!

[NizoLuv]

Username:
NizoLuv

Name:
Otieno
Eastern African - "born at night"

Gender:
Male

Age:
436 years old

Orientation:
???romantic - Asexual






Element:
Darkness

Usage:
Miscellaneous | Defence | Offence | Training

Otieno relocates the shadows from his body to his paws, always having what looks like a eerie black mist. No one knows why he does this, but rarely seen without the mist-like shadows covering his feet. He can move the shadows around himself in a way that makes it hard for others to see him. In the dark, he's nearly invisible unless you are looking hard in his direction. You can just barely see his shadows moving and squirming about around him. He create feline-like figures and other beasts to train himself and/or others. He often uses this method when training the youngsters. When first getting new cubs to train, he brings them to their limit by clouding their minds, showing them their greatest fear or a loved one being attacked to see how they react. He believes this is the best way to bring out their powers and to see their potential. Can control the density of his shadows, from thin as air to as thick as cotton. Can make himself appear larger, scarier or distorted by altering his foe/opponent's vision. He never fully blinds anyone.

Rank Desired:
Alpha
Trainer

Personality:
Ambitious | Always Plotting | Withdrawn | Levelheaded | Lone Wolf | Standoffish

Otieno is often portrayed as the sort who ruminates over things. He'd never make a move or decision without first thinking it over and considering all possibilities. He is a cautious and careful organizer, and his arrangements dependably have the Pride's best advantage on the most fundamental levels. He's deathly loyal to the Pride, willing to do anything in his power, no matter how low or sinister, to maintain the Pride's safety and well being. Though he, for the most part, is a tranquil and quiet individual who gives hearing to every one of the material facts before saying someone is wrong, and his views are respected. When he achieves a conclusion, he will see it through to the end. He is incredibly effected by individuals who recognize him. In spite of his appearance, he has performed humerous activities though not very often. He isn't all work and play, but believes work (duty to the pride) should come before anything else.

Around others he tends to stay quiet, preferring to watch and observe others than engage in their conversations. He'll talk if addressed to or if it concerns him or the well being of the Pride. Though he never says so himself, it's obvious he aims to take over the Pride himself if he's given the chance. Most misunderstand and think he wants to take over by force
(which he has said he'd do if the pride leader showed he wasn't worthy anymore).
He's loyal to the Leader and the Pride and will do everything in his power to keep the Pride safe and functioning.

Though his teaching methods can be a bit harsh, he cares for his students. He wishes to train them well so they can be of use to the Pride and themselves. He believes they all have great potential to be someone important but they just need to believe it. And he just needs to drag their potential out by any means necessary. His students may not think he cares or that he's cruel, but he'd never force them to do anything he didn't think they could do or anything that would put their life in danger.

He isn't comfortable being around other cubs, but with his students he'll interact with them when needed. He might greet them outside of their lessons, mostly to check up on their training and to see if they're practicing by themselves. At times he will give his students a break, let them have a free day to play around or train by themselves if they so choose. These days are random and can occur for any reason. (i think he tolerates being around his cubs more than other lions lol)

He doesn't make friends very easily but once a lion gets close to him, he doesn't really change much. They may notice a more sarcastic side and may hear some awkward humor from the male. But he's poor at socializing with others and would rather be in the back of a crowd.He cares about his friends and their well being, however he doesn't really show it. Only those who have known or been around him for a long time can see his caring side.

Otieno has never thought about any romantic relationships, so he doesn't have any experiance in the matter. And at this point in time, he probably doesn't want any to begin with. He's never pictured himself in a relationship and never thought about having cubs of his own. If anyone has shown any interest in him, i feel bad for them. Otieno is either super freaking dense or just pretends he doesn't notice. Or simple doesn't care.







Short Story:

Otieno was on his way back to his den, a small cave hidden well by the mountains, when he was stopped by a young lioness. Behind her were some cubs, eagerly peeking out from her shadow. "O-Otieno, um... Here are the new trainees..." she spoke nervously. She fidgeted while the male gazed down at the youngsters. "Hmm." he was a bit annoyed since he was hoping to just head back and take a nap. But work had to be done. "Well then. Shall we go." he spoke to the cubs, ignoring the older youth now that her duty was finished. Why she was still there, he wasn't sure, but he motioned for the pair to follow after him with a flick of his tail. The two exchanged quick glances before racing off after Otieno, the smaller of the two giving quick thanks to the lioness before catching up. She watched them go, letting out her breathe she didn't know she was holding. She never wanted to do this again.

Otieno stopped under a large tree and turned to his two new students. He looked down over before sitting down. The cubs' eyes were locked on his paws. "Woah" the larger of the two mouthed as Otieno's paws seemed to swirm. "Your names" Otieno's deep voice brought their attention back, the larger one speaking up first, "I'm Yero!" Otieno nodded and then looked toward the smaller cub. "Uh... I'm Aida." she spoke, dipping her head. Otieno flicked his ears, "Do you know your powers?" of course they didn't, but he always asked them first. They both shook their heads with a puzzled look. "Very well." he stood at his full height, "My training may seem cruel, but bear with it." he stood a set closer to them and their puzzled looks were steadily growling more frightened.

The look in his eyes changed and suddenly the black mist around his paws seemed like it was dancing and twirling towards Yero and Aida. They both took a few steps back as the shadows began to form more feline-like features. They blinked and when their eyes opened again the shadow cats were already heading right for their faces. They let out a shriek as their world grew dark. "This is the quickest method to see which element you possess." Though there was no way for him to know for sure if it was indeed the quickest. But Otieno didn't want to waste time on the little things. As soon as he knew what element they were, the sooner they'd get useful training.

The cubs were shaking where they stood, too frightened to move. All of a sudden their worlds turned black. A strange writhing blackness. Otieno didn't blind the cubs. He simply dulled their vision. They can only see what he wants them to see. The effects didn't last long, he made sure of it, but it would last long enough to make an impact. Soon the cubs vision lightened up enough for them to distinguish the shadows from the darkness.

The shadows were moving, growing, watching them. It creeped Yero out that he shivered. Aida was crouching down, covering her face with her paws. "I can't see!" she whined, having closed her eyes as soon as her vision disappeared. Otieno was right near them, ensuring they wouldn't hurt themselves, "Open your eyes." he spoke to her, his voice calm and reassuring. "This is part of your training. Just calm down and face it." it took her a moment to gather up the courage to listen but she did. Her world was a bit brighter than Yero's. Otieno can control the intensity of the world they see but not the contents. No. Everything they see are their own fears and worries. Each day they will get stronger and stronger, digging in deep within their hearts. Only they know what demons they'll face.

For the first day, they both get the same experience. They may be able to tell the difference between the shadows and everything else, but that doesn't mean they can catch them. The shadow cats run every which way, pushing and dumping into them from every direction. The illusion gives them a vague sense of danger but only enough to send them into a panic. The ordeal is quickly over within an hour and the two cubs look exhausted after their imaginary bout.

Aida sighs

wip.
ima go pass out. will try to finish it up before i have to leave tomorrow.
this is what i get for procrastinating.






Likes
The sky.

Otieno loves to gaze up at the sky when he isn't working. He finds it relaxing and really pleasing to the eye. He sometimes wonders about the other planets out there, but never enough to question much.

Lake

He often visits the lake were dying lions go. He pays his respects to his parents and warriors that have been lost. He can be there from a few minutes to a couple hours. Just laying there watching the waters.

The Pride

His love for the Pride is unmatched. This is is home and his purpose. He'd probably be lost with the Pride, even if he isn't well liked within the ranks.

Tradition

He stands firm to traditional ways. He believes they set a foundation and should remain untouched. If the Pride was built from these methods they should stick with these methods.

Dislikes
Cubs

Weird, huh? Though he trains cubs, he doesn't exactly like them. Outside of training he tries to avoid them as best he can. Especially those that arent his students. Cubs are strange to him. Fragile. Weak. Easily frightened. He simply doesn't know how to act around them.

Eating

He hates even the notion of having to eat. He doesn't see a point in it and thinks of it as a tiring thing.

Bad jokes or puns.

Otieno isn't exactly the life of the party, and he dislikes pointless actions and words. He doesn't even like jokes, but bad jokes just rub him the wrong way. That isn't to say he doesn't make any himself, because he surely does. Poor guy.

Goofy/immature/childish characters

A similar reason to his dislike of cubs. He just doesn't know how he should act around these types of cats. He's a rather serious guy, so he just can't fully understand the idea of fun.

Quirks
Makes very little noise.

Maybe he does it intentionally, maybe not. No one really knows. But one second he's on your left, and the next he's on your right. It makes it much easier for him to move around when cloaked by his shadows.

Unintentionally vague at times.

If asked a question he will respond with as little information needed. He himself doesn't realize this, but others surely do. It can be a bit annoying sometimes, and others may take it the wrong way. But he really doesn't mean any harm.

Constantly testing others.

Whether it be their actions or limits, he's always plotting something. Be it for himself or for the individual involved. It's a bit taxing to say the least.

Paws always shrouded in misty like shadows

No one knows why he does this and he never tells them his reasons either. But he always as a thick fog covering his paws whever he goes. Where did he get goes shadows from? His own body. No matter what lighting, the only shadows he'll cast are the ones over his paws.

Art:

without shadows
By me
By me

By Dragons-Stuff
By Horseygal0217
By |Blossom|
By |Blossom|
By lucykate651
By lucykate651
[url = fullbody +bg] By Siddy[/url]
By Shasha~

[Pengu.]

By; Squirrelspirit

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Username:
Pengu.

Name:
Aldurant

Gender:
Male

Age:
Three Hundred and Two Years (302)

Element:
Darkness
Unlike others, Aldurant is not afraid of his element of darkness. He has no desire for the simple tasks he can perform with his powers, such as that of covering the area in darkness or blinding others. Aldurant excels in manipulating his shadows - specifically to create shadow minions. These shadows are in the form of other lions and act as soldiers that fight on Aldurant's behalf. The shadow soldiers obey Aldurant's commands and are as cold hearted as the element itself. Aldurant prefers to protect himself and let his shadows fight his battles. These shadows answer to no one but Aldurant and are seen as a danger to other lions if they come too close. This fact makes others wary of Aldurant and his abilities - they think that Aldurant has a dark heart.

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Rank Desired:
Prison Guard

Personality:
Aldurant used to be the type of person who had a great outlook on life. One who's purpose was to aid others and become a warrior or a prestigious guard, despite his devilish attitude. The events of his left have then after changed his disposition and he no longer sees the meaning in helping those who oppose him. After being accused of murder, he became warped with anger and hatred. Aldurant feels that he has no reason to have any good left in him. Aldurant actually tries to run away from any good thing that could ever come in to his life because he is scared of what it will do to him if he lets it in. He now has a corrupt sense of justice. While he desires to stop the current war he perhaps goes about it in the wrong way, doing anything to get what he wants. Aldurant doesn't care for anyone but himself at times. He is not very trusting - or trustworthy for that matter. Others keep their distance from his outbursts of anger. Aldurant is very jealous and doesn't like those better off than himself. He has a will to prove his dominance and will challenge anyone who dares to question him. Aldurant makes rash decisions quickly and often caused trouble wherever he goes. He is the typical bad boy who is transformed by his past into what he claims is a monster that he never wanted to be. Somewhere, deep down, Aldurant wishes that he could let all of the anger slip away - for someone to save him - but he is not willing to take the leap of faith to reach that. He lost the old person that he was and honestly sees no way to return to his normal life. Aldurant has very few people that are close to him and has more enemies than he has friends. He feels that anyone who would have the nerve to stick around is either simply curious or stupid.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

History or Short Story:
Aldurant grew up on the planet as any normal cub. Some feared him for his power over darkness, leaving Aldurant even as a mere child to seclude himself off from most of the others. He entered the ranks of a guard and served his planet faithfully. This was all, of course, before his character became warped. After the war broke out and death ravaged the lands, Aldurant was accused of murdering the family of a young cub. The parents, mother and father, and two cubs perished, leaving only one cub, Kimba, remaining. Aldurant was accused of murdering this family and was a scapegoat for the others to pin the deaths on. Aldurant, however, did not commit these crimes. He was dark but he was not a murderer of his own kind. The crimes could not be proved but this did not stop the others of his kind from still blaming and shunning Aldurant. He was never looked upon the same again. In their eyes Aldurant would forever be known as the murderer who got away, orphaning a young cub and ruining his family. It was at this time that Aldurant closed himself off even more from emotions and society. He still served his planet as a guard but he was never the same again. His sense of justice was warped and he began to care only for himself and his needs. After all, no one had cared for him. He still strives to prove himself to others but has since then given up on the idea of ever being seen as normal again. Aldurant lives his days thinking of the rebellion as the war rages on. The traditional ways did nothing but bring him pain, loss, and anger. He could never live the life that he had so hoped he would live. Due to this, if the time ever comes Aldurant, would side with the Revolution. The system worked against him in the Traditional ways and has caused him much pain and grief. He is an outcast now who no one wants to be around nor trust so why would he fight for the ones that did that to him? It made him turn dark and cold and he would want a chance to hopefully escape his past and move on with a new way of life. He simply enjoys embracing the dark now and would choose that over letting himself feel the light again. Aldurant wants something, or someone, to hold him back and return the person he used to be but has little faith that there is such a person out there that would give him the chance.

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Likes:
{ Darkness | His Powers | Being Alone | Dominating Others | Being In Charge }

Dislikes:
{ Loud Noises/Areas | His Past | Being Told What To Do | His Bad Reputation | Gossip | Traditional Ways }

Worst Fear:
"I would never reveal my worst fear to anyone. The others say I fear nothing and no one. However, that is not entirely true. I fear something, or someone, having faith in me again. I have lived for what seems like an eternity in the shadows, feared as a killer and a bad omen. Despite this so called fear, I have full certainty that it will not come true. No one in years has had the courage, or the stupidity, to try and get close to me. Therefore, the hope that something could show me how to feel again is slim to none."

Best Memory:
"Best memory? Those are hard to come by nowadays in my life. While I would rather push them from my mind, there is one moment in my past that cannot and will not ever escape me. As a child, before I was cursed with this burden other put on my shoulders, I remember spending long nights with my mother staring up at the sky. We would watch the stars in the distance twinkle and shine, offering off light to the planet. She knew my insecurity with my powers and the fear I struck in cubs my age - she was one of the only ones who saw past it. My sadness and anger was growing from being feared. She simply pulled me close and spoke a few simple words to me - words that will forever remain in the last good place in my heart. 'There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.' "

Worst Memory:
"Hmph. A trivial question. Anyone who lives on the planet now would seem to know that - completely oblivious as to the pain and hurt it caused me. During the beginning of the war when we were all in the middle of a swarm of chaos and death, a cub was left in the midst of his murdered family. I was blamed for the deaths - I was always seen as... not normal. I was - I am innocent. I would never hurt one of my own kind, let alone a cub. Back then, anyway. All I am is simply a scapegoat. Now my life was changed forever and am only seen as an untrustworthy lion.
But no one knows the real story...

Art:

By; Squirrelspirit + Myself (Pengu.)

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By; Me
By; Me
By; Me
By; AcidPumpkin

[Calix]

res ;;

[gecko]

Just going to watch this contest ovo <3 Good luck guys!

[Good.Pointe]

Dropping out, my sister entered me because she wanted me to have him and I didn't have time. Good luck to all!

[houndpine]

Username: evergreen.

Name: hannibal

Gender: male

Age: 427 years

Element: darkness
mostly, he uses his element
for stealth and concealment
when needed and to alter
the minds of those around him.

Rank Desired: prison guard

Personality:
- intelligent
- manipulative
- observant
- detached
- ruthless
- bloodthirsty
- empathetic

History or Short Story:
wip

Art:
wip

[starry--knight]

Just a friendly reminder on ranks. Warriors have short cut manes, prides members have the bigger manes.
The main reason behind this is that in battle, a big mane would get in the way and make it harder to see/ fight/ fit into armor
So anyone with this boy listed as a warrior, please find another rank. I will allow however for this lion be a prison guard of sorts because it is more lax of a position. Just an FYI

[Emris]

Emris

Nychta

Male

378 years

Darkness
Nychta is able to work his element with masterful skill.
He is especially talented at clouding the minds of others, something that causes
many to distrust him despite the fact that very few have ever seen him use this ability.

Trainer

A life in summery

~1-100~
Nychta's early life was one of unhurried bliss. He grew up surrounded by other's of his element, including his mother, whom he admired above all else. She was a warrior like no other, to a young cub at least, and it was Nychta's dream to serve his pride just like his mother.

~101-199~
As Nychta approached adulthood he became more and more consumed with his desire to become a warrior. He could feel it in his bones that that was the life he was meant for, his very reason for existence. During this time in his life Nyctha trained endlessly, from dawn to dusk, with or without a trainer he would practice. He carefully tuned each of his abilities until he surpassed even his beloved mother.

~200~
Nychta awoke as a cub for the final time to see his mother standing before him. He stood proudly, expecting praise and congratulations, but instead he received a goodbye. He had been told at a young age that his mother was the oldest first time mother in his pride, but he'd since thought little of it. As his mother began to walk away Nychta ran to block her leave, but she simply stepped around him.

Every member of their pride was assembled for her descent into the lake of eternity. Everyone except for Nychta that is. When she'd left him earlier that morning he'd run off to his hidden training spot just outside of their pride's land. He stayed there, practicing furiously, until he could hear the pride leaving to the short journey to the lake of eternity. Nychta's blood ran cold, what if she's already stepped into the icy waters and he hadn't had a chance to say goodbye.

His muscles screamed and his lungs ached as Nychta ran faster then he ever had before. He had to be there. He stumbled suddenly over a large stone, skinning his foreleg and slowing him down. With a roar Nyctha hauled himself up and continued at his furious pace. He could see the glimmer of the almost frozen waters when he could feel it, his muscles stretching, his coat thickening, he was transforming.

A golden cloud rushed forwards just as their pride's greatest warrior disappeared into the depths of eternity. Followed closely behind with a bellow so filled with pain that several pride members bowed their heads in sorrow themselves.

Nychta stood, staring at the still waters of the lake of eternity long past sunset, unable to shake the image of his mother's strong form descending into the lake. When the sun began to peek over the horizon Nychta stepped forward and looked at himself in the glass like waters. He saw not a sleek warrior, but a bushy furred pride member. He choked back a sob and turned away from himself, from his traitorous reflection, and from his pride.

~201-378~

He walked for days without stopping, he couldn't go back. There were to many dreams that would be left unfulfilled to wither a die like a spring bloom caught in a blistering ray of early morning sun.

For years he wandered, indifferent to his path as long as it took him farther away from his old pride. The years passed without event and Nyctha slowly changed from the hopeful youth he once was into a bitter loner with, as far as he was concerned, no past, and no future.

He remained this way for so long that he had long since resigned himself to the life of a loner. That was until he stumbled upon a group of extremely young cubs and their trainer. Nychta was watching quietly from a distance when the trainer suddenly snarled in the face of a cub that couldn't be for then 40 years old. The cub cowered, murmuring apologies that Nychta couldn't hear, when the trainer raised a massive paw and swung at the tiny cub.

It was as if time had stopped, Nychta looked closer and could suddenly see the disguised bruises and patches of missing fur on all of the cubs surrounding the large trainer. The world snapped back into focus when the trainer's large paw connected with the cub. The cub didn't even cry out, despite the fact that he'd been sent several meters away by the blow. The aggressive trainer stepped forwards and put one large paw on the cub's head, while keeping eye contact with the others. Nychta couldn't believe what he was seeing as the trainer took the stance that one would when doing something simple like cracking open a geode with their forepaws. The trainer raised himself up just as Nyctha flew down the hill he'd been watching from and slammed into the trainers chest.

The fight was violent and bloody. Nychta hadn't used his abilities in decades and the trainer was just that. However the trainer was more heavily muscled then Nychta, and obviously had more practice when it came to simple combat. Nychta's opponent had him pinned on his back, bringing his jaws towards Nychta's bare throat, when the tiniest cub, the one who Nychta was defending, let out a small cry for Nychta, to keep fighting, to not give up no matter what. With a bellowing roar Nychta's long absent abilities resurfaced.

Swells of darkness surrounded them, wrapping around his enemy in thick tendrils. In the sudden chaos Nychta broke free from the trainer, and focused all of his energy, all of his rage, on the mind of the cruel teacher. With a scream unlike anything Nychta had ever heard, his opponent crumpled to the ground, never to get up again. Nychta picked the young cub up carefully in his jaws, and with the help of the others carried him home.

It took many weeks to convince the cubs' pride that he hadn't slaughtered their trainer, and if the cub he'd saved hadn't found his voice, Nychta may have lost his. When Nychta went to depart and resume his wanders he was stopped by the mother of tiniest cub, who gave him her sincerest thanks for rescuing her first and final child. Looking at her and the cub that slowly came up behind her Nychta had an idea, and a purpose.

He would become a trainer like no other. Who used not only the knowledge of the pride to teach it's youngest members, but the knowledge of a loner, and a new found hero as well.

Reserved - Caring - Stoic
~Reserved~
Because of Nychta's prowess at his element, mental manipulation in particular, and his history as a loner he has been on the receiving end of many an unkind assumption. After many years of this Nychta became more and more unsure of others. Nyhta would love nothing more then to be accepted by even one fellow pride member, but unfortunately that is unlikely due to his solitary habits.

~Caring~
Despite everything Nychta's experienced a small part of him remains extremely kind hearted. That part of him doesn't surface often but when it does it's in some spectacular way that's impossible to forget. If Nychta was able to find a mate there would be no creature more devoted to it's family then him, because at his core, Nychta desires acceptance and loved ones above all else.

~Stoic~
Nychta's stoicism stems from the hardships he's faced. He's the only one to know his story, and that's the way it will most likely stay. Many other lions are wary around Nyctha because they simply cannot tell what he's thinking or feeling. This is also the reason for the hesitance of his students to come to private practice sessions

Cub bub

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[.The Bootless Box.]

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