Gotta love my boyo. I have to make sure that i keep him available for art ;v;
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❣L.O.C. Name: Pelagius, meaning "the sea", which is a latinized form of a Greek name.
❣Gender: Male
❣Element: Water
❣Rank: Scout
❣Personality;
✥Positive;
✧Motivated- Pelagius is constantly ready to go, wanting to find new places and protect his pride. He is willing to do whatever it takes to do his job right, even if it means not seeing those he knows for a long while. This has always put him in a good position in his pride and rank so he is alright with not seeing those from his cub-hood.
✧Hard-working- Pelagius only wants to do his missions right, meaning he will take on whatever challenges and whatever risks if it means being useful. He will work day and night, without sleep and little resources if it means he can do a good job.
✧Practical- Pelagius has never really been imaginative, or thought much of legends or even had dreams of grandeur in his cub-hood. He always was happy with what he could get and thrives to do better at his job but not gain a higher title. He's happy with his rank and just wants to be the best at what he does.
✥Neutral;
✧Candid- Pelagius doesn't spare the truth unless it's about himself. He can be quite straightforward about problems within the pride, even with very serious or sensitive topics like death. This can cause others to think he is being rude or inconsiderate towards others feelings or opinions. However, this also is a good trait to have since telling a above rank about problems between two other pride members that are getting out of hand can be beneficial depending on the situation.
✧Focused- Pelagius can be very focused on his job at times, even too focused. So much that he can block out all of the outside world, loosing track of time and even sometimes his comrades that he travels with on missions. Some say that he lacks focus, but it's just that he uses too much of his focus when on the job. However this still benefits his job as it does in fact require a lot of focus at times.
✧Cautious- Pelagius is very cautious, even at some times almost paranoid. He doesn't like feeling helpless but also is very careful about his thinking and thought process. However, this really plays into affect when he feels fear or is worried. He becomes overly cautious and has a very rapid state of mind. Depending on the situation, he's fight or flight.
✥Negative;
✧Distant- Pelagius isn't very social and keeps to himself a lot. Since his job doesn't need him to be overly social and happy, he keeps secrets or emotions to himself, no matter what the issue may be. He rarely ever talks about things that have hurt or scared him and can be very defensive if it's brought up that he was scared or has issues with something, especially if it has to do with when he was in training.
✧Stubborn- Pelagius can be stubborn with his ideas, decisions and beliefs. His stubbornness at times can get him in a lot of trouble with change in plans that were already in motion, especially if it is his plans. He will often refuse to do said changes unless it's from a very high rank, like the leaders, alpha, and heads or highs. He isn't afraid to go with his own options if it means getting his paws in some deep trouble.
✧Controlling- Pelagius loves controlled options, ideas and plans. So much so that he is willing to try and compel, manipulate or even force his own ideas and plans on other scouts or even pride members that he works with. He drives arguments through the trees and rocks in order to get his way. However, he will listen to higher ranks if it means that he will get in trouble otherwise. He doesn't wish to be in power, just to have control over situations where it counts on lives.
❣Stories:
✥Cub Legends: Pelagius has never been interested in legends, stories of grandeur or fairy tales. But there was one story that finally caught his ears. One elder, a former healer, was telling the story of a wild scout that suddenly disappeared. She said this scout was one of the most devoted and talented of their troops, almost making it to Head Scout. However, they went missing after having gone off the trail for a scent."The other scouts traveling with him, saw him leave. They were sure that the scout would come back but he went into the mist of the planet and were never heard from again." Said the female elder.
Since that day, Pelagius has been hoping to be placed as a scout and possibly learning where that legend wandered off to in time. Even if he can't, he knew what he wanted to be ranked as in the pride.
After hearing that absurd ending, Pelagius turned around to the elder and exclaimed, "H-How is that possible? Lions can't disappear out of thin air!"
The elder lioness chuckled. "So, you were listening Pelagius. I thought You didn't take interest in my old stinkin' stories." She gave a grin of interest, seeing as Pelagius is usually quiet and doesn't listen to her.
"W-Well I just..." Pelagius' ears and nose started turning red and his ear twitched in embarrassment and annoyance. "J-Just so happened to be listening to your ridiculous story." He turned up his nose and his ear twitched again.
The lioness gave a smile and laughed it off. "Well, that's truly how it ended. No one really knows where the scout went, only that he was great at his job and that he would be missed dearly."
Pelagius looked up with a serious face. "Well, what kind of great scout gets lost anyway! What did he do that makes him so great in the first place if he can't even follow a trail!" He gave a grumpy pout. What kind of scout makes a mistake like that.
"Well, for starters, he saved a lot of lives from dangerous outsiders." She looked away, "But I suppose, since you don't like my stories, you don't want to hear about it do you?" She pretended to be sad, to coax the cub into listening.
His ear flicked again, "Well... If it can redeem this o-so great scout, then I'll listen." He slumped and looked away, as if he were a proud adult acting as a cub. Though... he seemed like more of a stubborn brat.
The elder gave a sly smile and started, "Well, it all started-"
✥First Scout Fears: {this story takes place when he is older, however i can change it if need be} One time, on an early mission with a fellow scout, they had met on the special part of the planet they had been sent to. He and the other scout agreed to meet back at said place after they had cleared the nearby area of potential threats. Pelagius flew first with a nod for the other scout to go the opposite side of him. after having flown a while away and having spotted something, he landed on in a small clearing in the forest like shade. There was something shiny on the ground, but had it moved? He couldn't see it anywhere as he scanned the area. He then heard some cracking of sticks behind him and as he turned around, he heard paw-steps go away from him and saw the tip of some kind of tail in the moonlight. Being a bit paranoid, his mind started to race of possible creatures that it could've been. He decided to quickly take off and fly back to the place and call his partner for the mission. While flying back, he heard a roar. Surprised, he went to go check it out. He saw his fellow scout, with an injured wing and a scratch on his side. Though it wasn't lethal, the other scout needed at least bandages. So, he lead his comrade back to a small, make-shift shelter and decided to use his little, basic knowledge of wounds to make some temporary bandages out of leaves, moss and anything to keep it stuck to the limb that is injured. He went back to the base, leaving his comrade for a little while and notifying their previous Head scout. To this day, he still doesn't know what or who was lurking in those shady trees and is afraid to approach the unknown in a dark environment.
✥Unknown Dangers: {this story takes place when he is older, however i can change it if need be} He needed to calm down, he'd been okay since his first sort of big mission, even though it had scared him greatly. He helped a fellow Scout, what more could he had done? He was applauded for his caution and quick thinking by the Head Scout, meaning he was doing a good job. Well, now is another big test of strength and bravery, another big quest into the unknowns of a planet. Though, he was sent to the drier side of the planet, but it was dark and foreboding still. He had never been on the sand, however he had heard what horrors could await if he were to stray from the skies for too long. Along with that, the wind started picking up pace and he had a gut feeling something was going to go wrong. However, his fears and personal matters were not to be considered, he was on an important mission for the pride and must complete it at all costs, even his own sanity. For possibly hours, he tredded the sands, feeling that flying in the wind could get himself hurt. The scout he was with, however, felt no such fear of pain or even some caution. All that scout thought about was food, and he's constantly complaining. After possibly 20 minutes, Pelagius had enough of this and snapped, lashing back.
"Hey! I'm hungry too but we won't get anything done anywhere if you keep complaining! Just shut it and only speak if there is something suspicious!" He practically roared the words at the scout out of irritation. The scout looked down at him and stuck his tongue out protesting but they decided to keep their mouth shut, as to not uncover Pelagius' wrath, seeing as he was more experienced. A few minutes later, a huge sandstorm started, practically blinding the both of them. It came out of nowhere, though there were some steady winds earlier in the trip. When the storm hit, the scout immediately was blown to the ground by the sheer force. They had to find a place to stay before they got buried under the sand or hit by something flying. Eventually they found a small cave, made a small camp and started waiting. Both of their stomachs rumbled from hunger, and they were desperate for something to drink. Neither had enough strength to stay awake so they decided they'd sleep to wait the storm. The other scout fell asleep quickly however, something kept Pelagius awake during the storm. Something just didn't feel right. He stayed awake for possibly hours before passing out from exhaustion that he was plagued with on the journey. He awoke to the storm having stopped and some strange meat in front of him. He could hear the other scout just chowing down on the meat. It smelled strange, something was certainly off about it, but he was so hungry and was still plagued from exhaustion. He went to take a bite of this meat, it being quite difficult to tear, dry, with sand specks every so often getting stuck on the surface. As soon as he tried to swallow the meat, he felt like vomiting. He didn't know what it was or if it was stale. He was so hungry but just couldn't keep it down. He decided to give up on eating the meat and just try to find water and return to camp. The other scout had finished the meat no problem however and just complained about a stomach ache while flying to camp. They returned, saying it was too dangerous to go through the desert. The Head scout noted this and mentioned that scouts had been going missing in that direction. The head scout stated they saw something strange when they tried to travel there as well but couldn't see what happened and when they slept under shelter, they awoke to strange meat as well. It was... strange....
❣Extras:
✥Rank Thoughts: Though he is a pretty new scout, he learns quickly from his mistakes and knows how to make plan B's if a situation goes sour. He prefers to be out, doing his job while still protecting his pride, instead of socializing with those from his pride or outsiders. He takes his job seriously and doesn't like to joke around about it... unless there was a funny moment that he remembers from one of his missions.✥Poem:
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
-Poem by Pablo Neruda
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--Might as well try out for one! Even if I might not get it, tis very pretty <3 ;v;
