Bronzed Bravery [African Cat RP] {New & Accepting}

[vaermina]

The plains of Africa thrive with many creatures. Lions, cheetahs, leopards, gazelle, zebras, antelope, giraffes, elephants, hyenas, wild dogs, and many more animals. The tall, golden grass shields many predators in hunting, provides homes for small animals, while the few trees gives homes to select birds and primates. The long, narrowing rivers give off drinking supply to all the animals, and provide the needs for hippos and crocodiles and other animals who swim.

With plenty of sunshine and areas to make dens and territory in, Africa is hardly a dangerous place for the natural animals living here.

But one winter season, everything changes. Many lions, cheetahs, and leopards are mysteriously vanishing from their territories. Other animals are finding blood trails or tire tracks in the dust, indicating that only one thing has been happening to these big cats.

Poaching.

Now, every big cat must watch out. Hunters are coming and shooting them for their fur, bones, or meat. Guns are dangerous weapons, and their bullets are unstoppable. Including all the big cats, many more animals are getting shot down, including the prey that some of the predators in Africa eat.

So you, a cheetah, lion or leopard must be careful. Some solitary leopards and cheetahs are joining together so they will be more protected, but most of the time, it doesn't work. At every corner, the hunters are always hiding with guns ready to kill.

But more troubles come. Every cat must fight one another for the smallest meal, whether it's rotten or not. Since the hunters are killing the regular prey of the big cats in Africa's plains, it's essential.

Can you survive?

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We don't like rules, and I know I don't, but we need them. They're not hard to follow, hopefully. c:

1. Follow all of Tess's rules, please. This shouldn't ever be hard.

2. Keep everything realistic. Also, no god-modding or power-playing. Your cat will get shot from a hunter once in a while, and they won't catch every prey they hunt.

3. When mating or giving birth, please time-skip or fade to black.

4. Curse using animal cursing. Like "mouse-brain" or "frog-breath".

5. Don't go thirty pages without me. Also, give a recap to anyone who happens to ask.

6. Keep genders even, and I don't want us to have two leopards and ten lions. Keep the number of cats even, too. You may have as many characters as you wish, but keep it even and make sure to role-play them.

7. Drama is aloud, I encourage it. But not too much. I also encourage your character having a crush, but you can't be mates or plan to have cubs unless you've role-played at least twenty pages.

8. You can only role-play as a cheetah, lion, or leopard. No other animals, please.

9. This is not a semi-lit, but use proper grammar, punctuation, and post at-least two sentences. Don't use writer's block as an excuse every time, or you will be given a strike. And don't join if you are not a good role-player.

For example, don't join if you role-play like this -> "don't move" *blu said* <- That's unacceptable. Join if you role-play similar to this -> "Don't move," Blu growled, his eyes peeled forward.

10. Be polite to everyone. If I see you be rude for nothing, I will give you a strike or ban you.

11. Please don't role-play unless I've accepted you. If I don't notice your forum, notify me. c:

12. You may use your own forum, but put the basics in it and make it colorful.

13. I control the weather and seasons, so please do not change it. Also, just role with the plot, don't change it suddenly.

14. Don't join and then never come back.

15. Don't kill each other's characters without permission. You can make a character who's doomed to die from the start, I don't mind to drama.

16. If you are talking to one person's characters and they go offline, please do not just make your character go off and leave them and talk to another character. It's quite rude, and I won't really give a strike if you do, just a minor warning


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You know the drill. Follow all the rules, and you won't get a strike or get banned. I really hate banning people, but I don't want this role-play to be just a free for all.

STRIKES:

1st Strike: Banned for three days.

2nd Strike: Banned for a week.

3rd Strike: Banned forever.

Strikes:

None so far.

Bans:

None so far.

Let's keep it this way. c:

[vaermina]

Since we do have a lion Pride in the role-play, here are the ranks. Also, the ranks for how many cheetahs and leopards we have. c: Yes, the lion Pride has some extra high ranks in it that a normal one wouldn't have, but I want to make it interesting.

{You may message me if you want to reserve a spot.}

Lion Pride {The Pride of the Marsh}:

Lead Male: Sikare {Page 1} {I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥}

Lead Lioness: {You must win the lead male's heart}

Healer: Rain {Page 4} {mlm+acc}

Lionesses: Lea {Page 2} {mlm+acc}, Wind {Page 4} {mlm+acc} {All Open, Unlimited}

Cubs: {All Open, Unlimited}

Leopards:

Lola {Page 1} {Jinglerox3} {All Open, Unlimited}

Cheetahs:

Morianna {Page 1} {I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥}, Assassin {Page 1} {Jinglerox3}, {All Open, Unlimited}
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Season:

{} Spring

{} Summer

{} Fall

{X} Winter

Weather:

Cold or Hot: {Cool}

Night or Day: {Day}

Dawn, Evening, or Dusk: {Dawn}

Threats:

{Very, very low threat} Dehydration

{Very, very high threat} Poaching

{Low threat} Starvation

{Medium threat} Lost of Territory

{Low threat} Floods

[vaermina]

Here is where I'll be putting my characters. c: One is a WIP.

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Name: This young male cheetah's name is Assassin, given to him by his personality.

Nickname: Assassin's nickname is "Silent Killer", for that's what all the animals along the plains call him, though he hates nicknames and would claw you if you make one up for him.

Gender: Assassin is a male, if you couldn't tell.

Age: Assassin is about five to six years old.

Species: Assassin is a cheetah, if you can't tell once more.

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Personality: Assassin is nothing but cold. Cruel, stubborn, sarcastic, mean, and independent. This young male hates to be around others, and is only happy when he's by himself. He'll never back down from a fight, and even though he's blood-thirsty, he's quite strong and intelligent. He is never respectful to anyone, and thinks high of himself. He's also suicidal proud, meaning he'll attack any predator who comes near his meal, and would snap at a lion more than back down. He can mostly be emotionless, though he can lose his temper very, very easily. His warm heart is covered with ice and stone, and it's very hard to break it. Assassin likes to make fun of other animals and tease them, and he can be very sarcastic. Assassin is unusually big and strong for a cheetah, giving him his reputation along the plains. Assassin is sneaky and cunning too, so he's hardly seen around. Assassin's territory, before he had to move, was quite big and he always killed any cheetah who dared cross. But now, he's a tough loner who travels alone. Assassin is quiet around cubs, not really mean but can be sometimes sharp. Assassin is highly feared, so he's rarely bothered, even bigger enemies fear him, for he's very fast and easily angered. Assassin has a strong bite force, and will most likely ignore anything that's smaller than him and that's bothering him. Assassin can be calm, if he meets someone who's like him, but he'll usually just say a greeting and stalk off.

History: Assassin was born in a litter of three to a female cheetah named Ivy. He was born under a small rock crevice on the plains, highly guarded from any predators. Assassin was born healthy, and strong too. He had two sisters named Daisy and Rose, who were named because how they were like their mother, sweet and soft. Assassin was named closely to his dad, who's name was Dagger, from his flaring temper and strength.

Assassin, from the start, was a show-off. From the moment he and his littermates could step out from the rock crevice to explore, he was always running around to show off his speed and pouncing on his sisters to show his strength. Mostly, all of this was to impress his mother. But his mother was more interested in Daisy then Assassin or Rose, giving them both some jealousy over their littermate who always had her mother's attention.

But after weeks on being able to explore, just in the time when Assassin's mother would teach them how to hunt, a tragedy happened. A small patrol of lions found the cheetah family's crevice one dusk, with all the cheetahs inside. The lions attacked, trying to kill them for trespassing, but they only managed to kill Daisy, who at the time was more vulnerable. With more lions coming in, Ivy was forced to retreat with her two remaining cubs to a different area.

But when they moved far away from the crevice, Ivy was never the same. She was always sad, and depressed. She hardly left the den, which was a hollow log in a ditch, and the cubs were always getting scolded for no reason. But as a responsible mother, she trained them how to hunt prey like impala, hares, and gazelles, and she taught them what kind of animals to watch out for or what's the best spot to raise cubs for Rose, and how to easily win a mate for Assassin.

After spending most of their lives with their mother as cubs, they were finally old enough to leave. Rose, who's supposed to stay with Ivy, was chased off as Ivy protested she could handle herself. Assassin was outraged by his mother's behavior, and wished her the baddest of luck before he went off to find his sister. Days after, Ivy died of getting shot down by a hunter when basking in the sun.

Assassin traveled with his sister, Rose. She was unusually small for a cheetah, while Assassin was unusually big and strong. Rose was also born with one blind eye, so she usually was poor at hunting. Assassin helped her with her hunting skills and caught prey for her when she couldn't, and protected her from predators. Assassin, even though he was mean and stubborn, was very protective and loving to his sister.

But they both separated when they turned two years old. Rose had to find a mate and start a family, while Assassin needed to establish a good length of territory for himself. It was hard leaving each other, but they managed too since they were full adults.

Assassin managed to establish a good source of territory, but lost it from lions soon after. He then became a loner, living by himself and only caring for himself. Along with a lot of animals, he usually moves around the land because of hunters and now, he thrives by himself.

Likes: Himself, the quiet, blood, fighting, messing around, being mean, running, hunting, impala, hares, gazelle, being independent and sneaking up on someone.

Dislikes: Other cheetahs, loud noises, peace makers, lions, hyenas, wild dogs, scavengers, cold weather, hunters, guns, social animals, and being with others.

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Height/Weight: Assassin weighs a good 62 pounds, and is 120 centimeters long across, and is 74 centimeters tall to the shoulder.

Coat Color/Looks: Assassin's coat is the normal look for a cheetah. He has a short furred sandy coat, with black spots around him and lighter colored sandy coloring on his paws and belly. The tip of his tail has a furry bob of white and his muscles show clearly through his pelt. Like other cheetahs, he also has black tear lines down his face from his eyes.

Eye Color: Assassin's eyes are the color of dark amber, almost orange.

Scars: Assassin has a scar going down his face and one on his neck and shoulder from getting attacked by wild dogs when he was younger.

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Mother: Assassin's mother was named Ivy, and she looked just like him, except she was smaller in size and more bony. Ivy died from getting shot by hunters.

Father: Assassin never knew his father and doesn't know if he's still alive but his name is Dagger.

Sisters: Assassin had two sisters. One named Daisy, who was a pale cream female and died from lions when Assassin was a cub. Assassin's second sister named Rose, who looks like him, is still alive and is roaming the plains.

Brothers: Assassin has no brothers.

Crush: Assassin hardly talks to any cheetahs, so one has not developed.

Mate: Assassin doesn't spend times with females, so he doesn't have a mate. Also, he think's love is gross.

Cubs: Assassin can be calm around cubs, but he doesn't really like them, and doesn't have any of his own.

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Name: This young leopard's name is Lola, given to her because of how she is very kind and beautiful.

Nickname: Lola doesn't have a nickname, though she doesn't mind having one.

Gender: Lola is a female, of course.

Age: Lola is about three years old.

Species: Lola is a leopard, on all odds.


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Personality: Lola isn't a cruel leopard. On the cost, she isn't mean at all. Lola is actually very kind, loyal, and shy. Lola hates to fight, and is very sweet to any creature. Though she can be a dangerous fighter if you hurt anyone she loves, she hardly holds grudges and is shy to anyone she meets for the first time. Lola is most likely share her food or shelter that she can give to any other leopard who need's it, and Lola can get skittish around other predators. Lola is very careful around cubs, though she loves them very much. Lola's weaknesses are probably that she's gullible a lot, which some mean predators use against her to steal her food. Lola can easily get heart-broken, and tends to get very upset over certain times. But even though she's softly nice, she's very strong, agile, and intelligent. Lola is calm in the most hardest times, and her calm voice can calm others, too. Lola can be strict, but it's hardly possible, and she's very good at climbing trees.

History: Lola was the only born to a female leopard named Shannon. Her home land was a lush forest with plenty of trees and many shrubs. Lola's birth den was a large holly bush, surrounded by smooth boulders. Only Lola's mother knew the secret escape tunnel, and it was highly covered by thorns to keep out intruders.

So Lola's easy, normal life began there, in that holly bush. She was cared for, and was a strong, healthy, beautiful cub at birth. Shannon was an experienced mother, who had many other litters before Lola, and knew all the possibly odds on raising cubs. Shannon managed to provide plenty of milk for her cub and plenty of protection until Lola was old enough to go and explore.

Being the only cub in the litter, Lola found it easy to gain the attention of her mother. By climbing high trees or jumping up tall rock walls, she could do that and get attention. Lola was also kind, which gave her a spark in her mother's attitude to her. Lola learned very quickly how to hunt and how to gain a mate, which her mother showed her how.

But right when she was about to leave, her mother fell gravely sick. Lola stayed with her and protected her, and hunted for her since she was too weak. But from how old she was, her mother died from the sickness and Lola retreated out to live by herself.

Lola didn't find any male to have cubs with it, but she's not looking since she doesn't want to have cubs in this time in poaching season. She hides in the trees now, trying to stay friendly to passing neighbors but she is now very nervous about what will happen next.

Likes: Friends, social animals, trees, running, climbing, other leopards, cubs, and swimming.

Dislikes: Mean animals, plains, hunters, and being mean.

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Height/Weight: {WIP}

[vaermina]

Here is a forum you may use. You may use your own, but make it all with the basics and make it neat and colorful. No "meet me's" or "role-play it out".

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Name:
Nickname:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Rank {if your're in the lion pride}:
Personality {no 'role-play it out'}:
History:
Crush/Mate/Cubs:
Looks {if you don't have a picture}:

[vaermina]

{This role-play will officially be open for posting tommorow, but if you would like to reserve a spot, message me please. c:}

[vaermina]

{This role-play is now open. c:}

[parlaymars]

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Full Name}} "My name is Morianna, meaning from Moria. That was my mother's name, so it's fitting."
Nickname}} "Absolutely not. The only one who ever got away with giving me a nickname --Mori, he called me-- was my brother Claudius, and he's dead now. I do believe the cheetahs around here are starting to call me Shadow, though that doesn't make much sense. I don't believe I like it."
Gender}} "I can't believe you'd ask such a stupid question. I am a female, thank you very much."
Age}} "It annoys me when ladies get offended when they are asked their age - after all, it's what you do with your life that's the important bit, not how old you got doing it. I am smack dab in the middle of my fourth year, old enough to know a few things by now."
Rank}} "Rank? That's a lion thing, dearie. I'm a cheetah, plain and simple."
Desired Rank}} "Ooh! Perhaps one day I'd like to see what a lion camp looks like without getting my fur clawed off. I quite like the look of their males, all that muscle and fur. But perhaps that wouldn't be so good for my health --staying alive is one of my specialties, dearie-- so I keep away from most big cats."
Description}} "Well I've seen myself a few times in a puddle, so I guess I can tell you what I look like. I'm small, even for a cheetah, I was the runt of my litter. I have creamy golden fur and dark, oval-shaped spots covering my entire pelt. And of course I have the black tear marks that are a signature of my kind. Oh! I forgot to tell you the best part. My eyes are a luminous gold color, my best feature really. That, and my light weight and long legs let me run blisteringly fast, if I'm running for my life I can sometimes run 100 meters in 4.6 seconds. Not too bad, eh?"

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Personality}} "What I'm like? Well, I don't know." This female is a bit of a shy one. She rarely shows her face, preferring instead to slink in the shadows where she knows she is safe. She will never rush into a situation without looking at it from all possible angles, however, if something doesn't go as planned she's quick to high-tail it out of there. Flight rules her instincts, but if it comes down to it Morianna can be quite vicious, especially if she's pinned in an area where she can't easily escape. Even if she might look soft and dainty, those tiny paws are agile and equipped with needle-sharp nails.

Though Morianna is shy, she hates being ordered around and will rarely follow any instructions given to her. She prefers to go her own way, when she wants too. She's stubborn to a fault and can make your life a living hell if she wants to, so play nice and you'll get along fine. She absolutely cannot stand it when males say she's soft, weak, or anything that implies she is somehow less than them; and will go to any lengths to prove it. She's quite the daredevil, actually.

Morriana has problems with females of any species, she doesn't relate to them very well and prefers to spend most of her time with the brutes. She learned from a young age how to earn their respect, usually with a show of force or speed, and has won her way into the hearts of many a male this way. She can be flirtatious when she wants to be, but this is very rare seeing how she likes to keep to herself. However, there are those certain brutes that she just can't seem to stay away from. If she considers you one of those, then you are very lucky indeed. It's hard to gain the affection of a shadow.


History}} "You wouldn't care even if I told you." This female is not from around here. In the beginning of her life, she was born into a litter of two. Her older brother was much bigger than she was, even at birth. She was not expected to survive, but, miraculously, she made it. Her mother raised the two cubs, teaching them how to hunt and fight. Eventually Morianna and her brother, Claudius, left the protective side of their mother to find their own way. Claudius and Morianna spent a year together before he died. Morianna had gone out to hunt early in the morning. When she came back to their shared den, Claudius was gone. The area reeked of his blood and the smell of gunpowder. The young fae had turned, stumbling over the meerkat she'd brought back, and retched into the grass. Then, grief-stricken, she'd wandered the plains until a wildebeest nearly gored her when she got too close. It was what finally snapped Morianna out of her daze and got her to start fending for herself again. It was harder without Claudius to help with the hunting, but she made it and eventually wandered here. It looked like a promising area, so she stayed. Unfortunately the hunters have finally caught up with the golden female, and somehow she thinks she's going to end up like Claudius, with a bullet in her brain.

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Growing fond of}} "Maaybe it could be Assassin.."
Mated to}} "Seriously? I don't have a crush to begin with."
Mother to}} "If only. I wish I had some cubs to keep me company but no, I have none and I don't plan on having any with anyone until I feel they are worth becoming my mate."

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Full Name}} "My name is Sikare, I can't remember exactly what it means but it has something to do with being heard across lands."
Nickname}} "You can't really shorten my name."
Gender}} "I am obviously a male, can't you see all this big bushy hair?"
Age}} "I am four years old, not too young but not old either. Just in the beginning of my prime."
Rank}} "I am the Head Male of the Marsh Pride."
Desired Rank}} "I think I'm good where I am, thank you."
Description}} "Supposedly I'm a giant hulking brute with a huge mane, covered in shaggy golden fur with a few darker strands woven in here and there. I'm told my eyes are a handsome shade of greenish-gold, and that I'm tall for a lion. They could've been lying, though."

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Personality}} "I don't think I'm the best judge of that." Sikare is the epitome of what a good male should strive to be. Outwardly, he's calm and gives orders well. He's charismatic and could charm the scales off a snake, so to speak. This male is extremely protective of his pride to the point of sheer recklessness at times, putting himself in harms way without a thought if it is for his pride. This is the side of Sikare that everyone sees, rarely do they get to see the parts of himself that he keeps hidden, the not-so-shiny side.

Inwardly Sikare can be a bit of a flirt. He likes to talk to the ladies but does not enjoy spending time around his own gender, the arrogance and aggressive side to him that he keeps buried is often tested by the young, headstrong males of his pride. The usually tightly controlled and diplomatic head lion can sometimes be seen having fun, though he has trouble expressing his deep emotions and often gets flustered by strong emotions that he usually keeps under lock and key.

This brute isn't known for his sense of humour. That's why it's so rare to see him crack a smile or joke, and if you do make him laugh he probably trusts you a lot. He can't afford to let many lions close to him because he's afraid they are just trying to get into his good graces and not into being his friend. If he does ever decide to take a mate, it'll be someone that he knows, without a doubt, that she will always have his back.

History}} "I don't think that's any of your business." Sikare was born the only cub to a solitary lioness. She raised him as best as she could, but without a pride to help her his mother sacrificed herself in order to keep him alive. She managed to get him enough food, but the calcium deprivation eventually killed her when her bones stopped working. Extremely hungry and near death, a six month old Sikare tried to hunt on his own for the first time. He was unsuccessful, but by spying on two cheetah siblings he learned how to hunt. It took some time but hunger made his paws lethal and soon he was feasting on the stringy carcass of a meerkat. He grew up lean and strong because of this, learned how to take down bigger prey. When a bullet whistled by his shoulder one afternoon as he was laying in the sun, he decided it was time to move on. He trekked south until he came upon this place, and thought that it would be an excellent territory for the pride he was thinking about starting. Now he's prowling the area until he can find his first lioness, and the Pride of the Marsh will be born.

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Growing fond of}} "No-one yet."
Mated to}} "I have no mate yet, thank you for pointing that out."
Father to}} "I have not sired any cubs, and don't plan to any time in the near future. Not until I run these poachers out of town, anyway."

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[vaermina]

Ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

Full Name}} "My name is Morianna, meaning from Moria. That was my mother's name, so it's fitting."
Nickname}} "Absolutely not. The only one who ever got away with giving me a nickname --Mori, he called me-- was my brother Claudius, and he's dead now. I do believe the cheetahs around here are starting to call me Shadow, though that doesn't make much sense. I don't believe I like it."
Gender}} "I can't believe you'd ask such a stupid question. I am a female, thank you very much."
Age}} "It annoys me when ladies get offended when they are asked their age - after all, it's what you do with your life that's the important bit, not how old you got doing it. I am smack dab in the middle of my fourth year, old enough to know a few things by now."
Rank}} "Rank? That's a lion thing, dearie. I'm a cheetah, plain and simple."
Desired Rank}} "Ooh! Perhaps one day I'd like to see what a lion camp looks like without getting my fur clawed off. I quite like the look of their males, all that muscle and fur. But perhaps that wouldn't be so good for my health --staying alive is one of my specialties, dearie-- so I keep away from most big cats."
Description}} "Well I've seen myself a few times in a puddle, so I guess I can tell you what I look like. I'm small, even for a cheetah, I was the runt of my litter. I have creamy golden fur and dark, oval-shaped spots covering my entire pelt. And of course I have the black tear marks that are a signature of my kind. Oh! I forgot to tell you the best part. My eyes are a luminous gold color, my best feature really. That, and my light weight and long legs let me run blisteringly fast, if I'm running for my life I can sometimes run 100 meters in 4.6 seconds. Not too bad, eh?"

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ

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Personality}} "What I'm like? Well, I don't know." This female is a bit of a shy one. She rarely shows her face, preferring instead to slink in the shadows where she knows she is safe. She will never rush into a situation without looking at it from all possible angles, however, if something doesn't go as planned she's quick to high-tail it out of there. Flight rules her instincts, but if it comes down to it Morianna can be quite vicious, especially if she's pinned in an area where she can't easily escape. Even if she might look soft and dainty, those tiny paws are agile and equipped with needle-sharp nails.

Though Morianna is shy, she hates being ordered around and will rarely follow any instructions given to her. She prefers to go her own way, when she wants too. She's stubborn to a fault and can make your life a living hell if she wants to, so play nice and you'll get along fine. She absolutely cannot stand it when males say she's soft, weak, or anything that implies she is somehow less than them; and will go to any lengths to prove it. She's quite the daredevil, actually.

Morriana has problems with females of any species, she doesn't relate to them very well and prefers to spend most of her time with the brutes. She learned from a young age how to earn their respect, usually with a show of force or speed, and has won her way into the hearts of many a male this way. She can be flirtatious when she wants to be, but this is very rare seeing how she likes to keep to herself. However, there are those certain brutes that she just can't seem to stay away from. If she considers you one of those, then you are very lucky indeed. It's hard to gain the affection of a shadow.


History}} "You wouldn't care even if I told you." This female is not from around here. In the beginning of her life, she was born into a litter of two. Her older brother was much bigger than she was, even at birth. She was not expected to survive, but, miraculously, she made it. Her mother raised the two cubs, teaching them how to hunt and fight. Eventually Morianna and her brother, Claudius, left the protective side of their mother to find their own way. Claudius and Morianna spent a year together before he died. Morianna had gone out to hunt early in the morning. When she came back to their shared den, Claudius was gone. The area reeked of his blood and the smell of gunpowder. The young fae had turned, stumbling over the meerkat she'd brought back, and retched into the grass. Then, grief-stricken, she'd wandered the plains until a wildebeest nearly gored her when she got too close. It was what finally snapped Morianna out of her daze and got her to start fending for herself again. It was harder without Claudius to help with the hunting, but she made it and eventually wandered here. It looked like a promising area, so she stayed. Unfortunately the hunters have finally caught up with the golden female, and somehow she thinks she's going to end up like Claudius, with a bullet in her brain.

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Growing fond of}} "Maaybe it could be Assassin.."
Mated to}} "Seriously? I don't have a crush to begin with."
Mother to}} "If only. I wish I had some cubs to keep me company but no, I have none and I don't plan on having any with anyone until I feel they are worth becoming my mate."

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Full Name}} "My name is Sikare, I can't remember exactly what it means but it has something to do with being heard across lands."
Nickname}} "You can't really shorten my name."
Gender}} "I am obviously a male, can't you see all this big bushy hair?"
Age}} "I am four years old, not too young but not old either. Just in the beginning of my prime."
Rank}} "I am the Head Male of the Marsh Pride."
Desired Rank}} "I think I'm good where I am, thank you."
Description}} "Supposedly I'm a giant hulking brute with a huge mane, covered in shaggy golden fur with a few darker strands woven in here and there. I'm told my eyes are a handsome shade of greenish-gold, and that I'm tall for a lion. They could've been lying, though."

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Personality}} "I don't think I'm the best judge of that." Sikare is the epitome of what a good male should strive to be. Outwardly, he's calm and gives orders well. He's charismatic and could charm the scales off a snake, so to speak. This male is extremely protective of his pride to the point of sheer recklessness at times, putting himself in harms way without a thought if it is for his pride. This is the side of Sikare that everyone sees, rarely do they get to see the parts of himself that he keeps hidden, the not-so-shiny side.

Inwardly Sikare can be a bit of a flirt. He likes to talk to the ladies but does not enjoy spending time around his own gender, the arrogance and aggressive side to him that he keeps buried is often tested by the young, headstrong males of his pride. The usually tightly controlled and diplomatic head lion can sometimes be seen having fun, though he has trouble expressing his deep emotions and often gets flustered by strong emotions that he usually keeps under lock and key.

This brute isn't known for his sense of humour. That's why it's so rare to see him crack a smile or joke, and if you do make him laugh he probably trusts you a lot. He can't afford to let many lions close to him because he's afraid they are just trying to get into his good graces and not into being his friend. If he does ever decide to take a mate, it'll be someone that he knows, without a doubt, that she will always have his back.

History}} "I don't think that's any of your business." Sikare was born the only cub to a solitary lioness. She raised him as best as she could, but without a pride to help her his mother sacrificed herself in order to keep him alive. She managed to get him enough food, but the calcium deprivation eventually killed her when her bones stopped working. Extremely hungry and near death, a six month old Sikare tried to hunt on his own for the first time. He was unsuccessful, but by spying on two cheetah siblings he learned how to hunt. It took some time but hunger made his paws lethal and soon he was feasting on the stringy carcass of a meerkat. He grew up lean and strong because of this, learned how to take down bigger prey. When a bullet whistled by his shoulder one afternoon as he was laying in the sun, he decided it was time to move on. He trekked south until he came upon this place, and thought that it would be an excellent territory for the pride he was thinking about starting. Now he's prowling the area until he can find his first lioness, and the Pride of the Marsh will be born.

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Growing fond of}} "No-one yet."
Mated to}} "I have no mate yet, thank you for pointing that out."
Father to}} "I have not sired any cubs, and don't plan to any time in the near future. Not until I run these poachers out of town, anyway."

{Accepted. c:}

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{Bump. c:}