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WHEN YOU LOOK INTO
━ His Eyes
You're met with the universe, his gaze is filled dreams and wishes
but shattered by a cold resolve and a longing
nobody can fulfill but him
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Name:: Immerman
Nicknames:: Imm, Mer, Imms
Age:: 105
Element:: Psychic
Rank:: Oasis Wanderer, masquerading as a Rebellion Tank
Origin:: Oasis
Current Location:: Rebellion
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parents:: Bontu and Liliana
Sibling(s):: Westel, Lucy
Relationship status:: Single- not looking
Sexuality:: Bisexual
Fear:: Loss
Voice:: Claim is Marilyn Manson
Quirk:: Flicks his ears a lot
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Gender:: Male
Mane type:: Warrior
Body:: Strongly built, well muscled, solid
Fur:: Thick, silky
Eyes:: Always bright, he holds the universe in them
Movement:: Long, measured strides, fluid
Scent:: Sand and water
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Driven ✦ Passionate ✦ Curious ✦ Slick ✦ Romantic ✦ Protective ✦ Loyal ✦ Brutal ✦ Intelligent ✦ Articulated
Immerman is an outwardly cruel, monstrous thing. Slick like a snake and amazingly talented in both the elemental field and the way he speaks. He's passionate, driven, curious about the world around him. He wants to know everything but is driven to violence by those who seek to stifle knowledge. The universe will answer your gaze when met with his, infinite feelings and wonders dance in his gaze, dreams and wishes he longs to fulfill and a cold resolve linger. He can convince those who despise him to love him with everything they are. He can be kind, to those who truly get close to him. His passion and drive carry over to a fiercely protectiveness and loyalty that's matched only by his strength. He carries himself with a grace and nobility that seems out of place for a brutal fighter like himself.
Others describe Immerman as the result of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. A snake maybe, one that slides his way into your heart only to break it and move on like nothing ever happened. He's a beast, a monster, a heathen that shouldn't be around but at the same time is a valuable lion to have on your side when you need him. His loyalty, from what some have seen, knows no bounds. Immerman has been overheard telling the few close friends he has before battles to stick by his side, that he will gladly lay his life down for them if the circumstances warrant it. Often times some think him a motivator, his speeches and pep talks t small, beaten groups lifting their spirits and driving them to fight once again. Ladies would describe him as a heart throb, his words bringing their hearts to him, his actions making driving them up the wall. They all know that no one lioness or lion can keep him tied down, so none are surprised hen he bounces from lioness to lioness, to the ever rare male. Maye some day a lioness will snag this romeo, this king of hearts, but until that day comes Immerman has been dubbed a hopeless romantic who excels at capturing jars of hearts.
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Abandoned and raised in the Oasis ✦ Trained to be a knight ✦ Went on his year long journey ✦ Changed paths upon returning ✦ Switched to wanderer ✦ Spent minimal time in the pride ✦ Deemed them suppressive ✦ Was lead to the rebels by Lyra ✦ Found their cause worthy and joined them ✦ Resides in the rebellion until after the final battle ✦ Flees back to the Oasis with his wanderer status.
I was drifting, sinking, in a blurred silence. Most of my senses were not yet clear, yet touch seemed to have risen above the rest as I thumped down the rocky cliffs in my unhappy mother's jaws. I could only understand snippets of what my father beside her said, snippets of insults and unhappy words. In his eyes I was a disgrace, a little freak among my litter that would do nothing but hinder my family and their wishes. My mother protested quietly, from what I could hear, defending my small body between her paws while she spoke. I remember crying when she left me on the rocks for too long, her voice hoarse from the arguments with my persistent father. When I began to cry, my little voice no more than a hoarse whimper, my mother pulled me onto her huge paw and gently shushed me. The galaxy above, blurry and vast, shown in her beautiful clear eyes. My mother is no more than a memory, a soft touch I yearn for once more but will never have again. My father pulled me close once, pressing his face harshly to mine until I kept his gaze. The look in those yellow, angry hues will forever haunt me. He was angry with me, furious that I of all his cubs had ended up with his father's genes and not his. His father, may he rest peacefully, had been a hideous thing with coarse fur and A nasty attitude. I.. am almost his twin. My father hated this, despised the fact that I carried the looks of the lion he hated so much. My father's fur was cold, lacking warmth and any softness like my mother's. He made me cry once more, my mother gently pulling my frame into an embrace before both of them were.. gone. Just black shapes getting further and further away as I tried to chase them up the ledges and cliffs. I failed, always falling back to the spot they left me near the base of the mountain. After a while of this I quickly realized I couldn't follow the only warmth I had ever known, back to the nest of squirming bodies and mewling I longed for. I was stuck, on the bottom of a mountain, for the cosmos only know how long, until.. I felt warmth again, a soothing deep voice mumbling things I couldn't quite understand with a strong body wrapped around my small one. I stopped the crying I didn't know I had been doing, son being scooped up and carried into an even warmer place, a place that unbeknownst to me, would be my home for the rest of my life.
Cubhood and Aging
I slept for days, curled in a den that was kept warm and calm just for me. Upon waking I discovered that I was in a large yet dark, being watched and cared for by a lion who seemed to be the calmest thing I had ever laid eyes on. We left that same day, Bontu and I. After adjusting for a few days in his den, wonderful and lined with all sorts of fur and shining sculptures of metal lions that we set mock battles up with. Bontu scared me a few times, leaving the den when shouts and howls left the tunnels surrounding our oasis den. It wasn't until he took me on a tour of the oasis that I found out why he vanished, catching whispers of 'spirits' and 'pride' when we passed gossiping groups of cubs and even a few adults. Bontu excused himself for a moment after a few of these, telling me to stay there which of course I didn't. I saw... darkness, splotched with yellw that seemed to be eyes. I was scared, offering a yelp while backing against the rocks. He heard me of course, spinning with a worried look while the other lions departed before he scooped me into one of his massive paws. Bontu explained the escape of some evil spirits, soothing me with his gravely voice before we continued the tour.
I grew strong with Bontu, I even trained with his children and wife once I had settled in and become strong enough, both mentally and physically, to meet them. We all had great dreams, Westel wanted to be one of the Orb Sentinels, Lucy wanted to be a great artisan, and me... I wanted to be a knight. I wanted to be great and powerful like Korr, wanted to work my way up and be a general like him. That was... All squashed during my journey into the world beyond our home.
Almost 100, almost time to finally choose my forever path, time for my journey. I was excited, bouncing from foot to foot in Glee next to my brother and sister. We would be making the journey together, the three of us against the big bad world. Our send off was beautiful, Bontu and Liliana seemed to cheer louder than everyone despite the tears in their eyes. Silently, speaking to them in my head despite the fact that they would never hear me, I whispered that we would be okay. I would take care of Westel and Lucy no matter the cost. With that, we were off, out to explore Lochren and the wonders it had to offer.
The first month or so was hard, hunting bringing more of a challenge than we expected until we reached the lands of the pride. Slowly our stomachs filled and our energy replenished, we felt like brand new lions and darted towards the mountains in the distance. We were greeted by an imposing male lion, huge and covered in scars with a thick, lush mane that covered his entire neck. With his single eye wide he scooped us up to be in front of him, taking us straight to Etheral. We were welcomed with open arms, but I didn't stay long. I learned that the lions here were separated into ranks by their mane types, and the male that ushered us to the alpha was forced into a non-combative role simply because he had a 'pride mane', he clearly wished to fight like the warriors; his scars were proof of this. I was disgusted, why squash talent rather than cherish it? That's when she found me, Lyra, she saw my distress and brought me to a... better place. The rebellion. The rebels didn't squash talent, they enforced it, they let you blossom, rather than squishing dreams and passion over a mane. With a soft huff I had made my decision, and after spending the rest of my time in the Rebellion while my siblings spent it in the pride, we left and met at the edge of the unknown. They were happy, chattering excitedly as we walked and paying my silent form no mind. Once we were met with the celebration I left the group, seeking Mitus out to confirm my path change. I would leave the oasis as a wanderer, I would return to the rebellion to squash the pride and all those who oppressed the dreams of others. I would, of course, keep loyal to my home. Nothing could rip me from there, but something needed to be done about the Pride.
Our ceremony was long, happy, our adult bodies fit and strong. I set out in the morning, returning to the rebels with a new set of armor and a dream that nobody could stop. I would win the war for the rebels, and go home a hero.
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My armor was crafted in the Oasis, by both Mamma and Lucy. It reminds me of home in a way, with the blue cloth falling from it in some places like the vast waterfalls before you enter. It may seem bulky, hard to move in even, but the hidden sections of it allow me to move with an odd grace most tanks don't have. My element pulses through the bright cracks in it, causing a small glow to seep through it and acting as something to make it sturdier. It's meaningful, but also protects my strong body from major blows effectively. I wouldn't trade this for the world, it is mine and mine alone.
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The WarImmerman dislikes the war and thinks it's pointless.
This war is unnecessary. It all could have been prevented if the pride could share the planet, let the rebellion rule themselves and leave matters be. I may like fighting but this is pointless. All this loss, all this hurt for nothing more than a squabble over who rules better.
The PrideImmerman believes they are holding their members back and dislikes them
They squash talent rather than cherish it. Forcing others to conform to guides that should be based on a skill and want rather than a mane or set features.
The RebellionImmerman thinks they're brutes, but brutes with a cause and supports them
Brutes with a cause. They may be bloody and ruthless but they stand up against the pride and for themselves. Strength and skill rule here, rather than traits and forced ranks. In a way it reminds me of a more violent version of home.
The OasisIt's Immerman's home, he misses and loves it.
Oh my home... my perfect home. I'm so sorry I've betrayed you, so sorry to have hidden things from you, to have left you to presue my cause, but it needed to be done. One day I will return and stay forever. One day...
