[starry--knight]

Lions of the Cosmos Blood Moon Event

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
|| Species Info || Archives || Nursery || Fan Club|| Customs || DA Group || Re-Colors ||
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -




- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Welcome Travelers
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


Hello there travelers, to the first event of L.O.C. V.5. In this event you will find Lions with special elements, edits and much more. Event lions do not appear often and are very special so you don't want to miss this!



- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -


INTRODUCTION
When the blood moon streaked the sky's of the lions home world...many became wary of what was to follow. The civil war was already taxing the lions, but now new unknowns were going to crash land into their lives. Untold powers were inevitable and their intentions beyond unclear. It would nice to say the lions looked forward to the moons gifts....but that would be a fable.
However, their time of worry came and went as the moon began to flash and writhe with power. The moon pulsed with flickering red lights, until it released its untold power. From the rays, 6 pillars fell towards their land. Plummeting faster than light itself and accompanied with a terrible presence. The columns of light crashed down upon the planets surface, screeching loud to announce the presence of a new being...six to be exact. Smoke rose from the point of touch to the planet and the red light began to pulse in rings around the newly seen forms. One by one these lions emerged....and their planet will never be the same.





The next figure to emerge was a bit more startling to the eye. The lion looked gaunt and thin, whose movements were something like the dead. His eyes glowed red just like the moon above, his teeth sharp and alarming. A strange ooze dripped from scars on his body....and his pelt was decorated like bones. His appearance was dis-concerning...




This warrior male can control the elements of DEATH + TAR
-A lion with the gift of Death can: Kill anything they touch, create crippling wounds, can visit the dead or see dead souls
-A lion with the gift of Tar can : can turn the ground into a sticky trap, blind foes, cripple enemies.

To adopt this male you must:
-Fill out the form below
-Invite one person to the event! (person must mark main even page or post here saying they were referred by you.



Code: Select all

Username:
Name:
Gender: Male
Rank:
Personality:
Story/History:
Armor:
Extras:



Extras are encouraged. Please be sure to read all the species info on the home page
along with this helpful post about forms:
http://lionsofthecosmos.deviantart.com/ ... -549797559

[starry--knight]

now open!

[Grinsome]

8O WIP

Username: ||Madness||
Name: Grimmor
Gender: Male
Rank: Prison Guard (maybe high prison guard if its not taken)
Personality: wip
Story/History: wip
Armor: wip
Extras: wip

[.The Bootless Box.]

Whoops wrong one nwn, referred by willow

[abandoned-account123]

I don't know why I can't resist it.
As hard as I try, it never works. It probably never will, actually. Those glorious
dreams I had as a cub.. they were illusions. Figments of a lost life, a unlived destiny.
I wanted to have a mate and pups, maybe even be a trainer. That's all I wanted. Until..
well, I'll just tell you from the beginning.


It took not a while ago. At the time, the pride was wary of me. It's not like that was bad. I was a blood moon lion.
Me and my best friend were outside playing with
a feather. She was one of the few who trusted me. Who am I kidding - she was the only lion who trusted me. "Hey!" She giggled.
"Give it!" I dangled over her head playfully. "Oh, do you want it?" and she tackled me, snatching the feather. "I win!" Hopping over me, I swatted at her with a sigh. "Fine, it's yours." laughing, she grinned smugly. "Wanna take a walk with me? I can tell you about my extradionary feats of victory." I groaned. "The only thing extradionary about you is how annoying you can be," I sat up and followed her. After walking in silence for a few minutes, she said something, almost mockingly. "Okay, I got to tell you something. You know that girl you like?" I blushed. "Yeah.." Then, in a more serious tone, "Wait, what did you do?" She shrugged. "Well.. we were talking, and you somehow came up.. and.. it just slipped out." I strided over to her and sat in front, blocking the path. "How could you? How could you do that? Now she'll hate me! She'll hate me because of you!" I was so angry I could barely hear her response. "Bo.. I didn't mean to.. Please you're scaring me.." I didn't listen, and charged into her. Now, I couldn't think about anything; only how she betrayed me. With a roar, I pounced on her and felt her yelp in pain under me. I knew what I wa scoring, but I just couldn't stop. It was I was being forced to. The ground under her morphed to tar and she sunk slowly into it. "Please.. I said.. sorry.." then, she disappeared. There was just a hole full of tar. Gone. Because of me. The pride leader ran through the brush and examined the hole, a look of sadness on his face. I almost forgot to mention: she was his daughter. "Where is she?" He boomed, as he realized what I had done. "I didn't mean to!" I backed away, shaking my head. Then, I turned and ran. I was a killer, and I had murdered my best friend. I ran and ran, until I was so far away I couldn't hear their cries for revenge.

A while after that, the alpha approached me. We made a deal: if I kept away from everyone and became a nomad, he would let me stay in the pride. I accepted and went to my life of darkness.. it was nice, actually, silent and calm and it gave me lots of time to think and practice. I can control my power pretty well now, but not completely. Her shrieks still haunt my nightmares every night.

Occasionally, I visit her in the realm of the dead. She can't see or talk to me, but I can see her.
I miss her.

Username: i am obviously a cat
Name: Boshaft
Name Meaning: 'malicious' in german
Gender: male
Rank: nomad
Personality:
Boshaft is solitary and keeps to himself. This lion is
untrusting and aggressive, hating almost everyone who
crosses his path. He's only this way because no one has ever loved him,
so he doesn't know what love feels like. Secretly, he's waiting for
someone who will except him, flaws and all, and love him for who he is.
Armor:
by Charboo
Based off ravens and dying roses.
Relationships:
Othina: Bo likes Othina because she is like himself. They both come from a broken past and they both are quiet and cold. Othina is the lion Bo goes to when he wants to talk something out or he needs advice. He kinda even regards her as a sister.
Poem:
He's a evil one
like a night without stars
his scars of battles won
of victims done
at least, that's what they say
I don't think he's a monster
I think he's a light
flicker, flicker in the night

[Toffi~]

Name: Tavor
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual, Heteroromantic
Size: 11 feet
Age: 402 Years
Voice: Like Michael Sheen
Birthpace: Unknown
Living: Main time in Grave Yard

Sarcastic | mysterious | lazy | sly | skilled

To discribe this Lion in one word, it would be insane. He hase some sort of crazy Worldview. In his opinion, live is pain and death is salvation. He loves it to touch things like animals and to see how they're slowy dieing. Even other L.o.C. aren't safe. Often he tryes to start a conversation about "why you don`t want to die?".

If Tavor is speaking, what comes pretty rare, he is mostly sarcastic and myterious talking. He loves to make jokes about others or driving them crazy in hope they will touch him. Most likely he is straggling around with a smugly smile on his face. Tasks amay not be done well by him or he is doing them without taking them seriously. You may discribe it with lazy, in Tavor's opinion, he is just "easygoing".

Also he has some autorithy problems, that's also why he's a nomade. He knows well about his element and talents, so he dose not accept if someone is trying to tell him what to do. He is kind of not able to live along living creatures and preferes the telepathic way of speaking with dead soul's.

Because of his affinity to dead souls, he feels home at Grave Yard. He hate speaking with his mouth and loves the telepartic way of speaking with deceased ones. Dead souls are his best friends and the only "living" creatures he is unable to harm while touching. Some he has a deep relationship with, he can even touch or feel their fur. Some may think he is shizophren, cause some sould are always following him and he is interacting with them just like with normal L.o.C.'s. Rarely you can see dark shadows surrounding him.

His mentality is "keep calm and smile. There is still no way to get out of this live alive.

Armor: XXX


Tavor has a medium heavy armor with pretty less protection as a Warrior. Because of his abilities, he is that much self confident to be not in need of much protection. He has a well skilled observation, so a chance to hit him will be 1:20 with heavy or centered attacks and a 1:10 with cast attacks.

Rank: Nomad

Element(s): Death and Tar

Skills:


Main Information


Tavor got the gift of death and tar, but death is the one he uses the most and which is his best known and trained element. Tar is just some bonus or boost for him. He loves to play with his victums and to wait till they cry for salvation. Because of that, death is even more in use.


Gift of Death


In Case of death, he is the most scaring enermy you may have ever seen. With just one touch, he can kill you by any "natural" cause of death. This may also happen, if you touches him, so keep distant. Some how he pictures himself as a healer. To heal mentally and physically vulnerated L.o.C. and to gift them the endless sleep.

Something special is his ability to communicate with dead souls. He can touch fallen soliders or just their left behind skelletons to see them. He can ask them everything via telepartation and well known souls can be summond in War as black shadows. When touched, this black dust will cut through the enermy's skin like butter and leave tiny bleeding wounds thet will get infacted and rot pretty quickly. The only way to heal them is Tavor's spittle.

Also he has some kind of imunity against other Death or Poison elemented Lions, they are unable to harm him with their power. Otherwise, he also has imunity towards the Gift of Life. So there is no way to heal him or bring him back to live again.


Gift of Tar


This gift is not that good trained. He can just bild pretty strong "chains" out of the tar, which runns through his vanes. Also he can use it to cover his wounds, who will self-heal as normal wounds.

Story about his History:


Tavor got born at a blood moon night, not by natural L.o.C. way, just through the magic of this special moon. For him, his way of birth is nothing special and he adores his mother. He thank her for his live, the gifts he got and is praying to her every night. If someone would tare off the moon from the sky, he would fall into depression and sadness. The moon means everything to him.

He is one of six Lions come alive this way as he did, so he sees them as his siblings, even he don't need to get well along with them. The one he dislikes the most, is his sister with the positive gift of blood, like all Lions that have the ability to do something good and saving. This positive thinking dose not fit with his gift of death and also do not fit his mentality. For him, it's a pleasure to harm somebody.

The sibling he likes the most is his other sister with the negative gift of blood. He is kind of jellies to not be able doing things like her and loves to watch her while training or fighting. Even if she might see it as a punishment, for Tavor, she is the most beautiful Lion and his favorite sibling.

As he appeared, he got the rank as a warrior and got trained for this, got an armor and specialized onto the fighter part. But caused by his character, mentality and authority problems which appeared during this time, no one wanted to fight on his side or even don't want to deal with this crazy freaked out lion. So he decided to get a nomad. He is unable to harm anyone, no one has to deal with him and when ever they need help, he had to promise to help. But mostly, he is coming when ever he wants to or if he feel like helping, so no one can trust on him. Even in war it may happen, that he will go right in the middle of the fight, just because he got bored.

Time to time, some may see him walking down the way from his home in Grave Yard
to the Lake or near by the pride, just to look up some news or to visit his siblings. Maybe even to find some victims to play with...

Song of Strength: Pentakill - Last Wisper

Applicant: Fera

Ownership: Owner (Cälan)

Website Account: Fera

Why this L.o.C.?


I know, i just got one L.o.C., but i abolutly wanted to have one Blood Moon too. So i looked through them and this is the one i fall absolutly in love with. He is just perfect! His outlook, the elements, just everything. Even his Elvis like hair <3
I also got this Armoridear emediatly. I'm absolutly serious, i'd love to call him my 2nd L.o.C.

[Medd-Lee]

Username:
Name:
Gender: Male
Rank:
Personality:
Story/History:
Armor:
Extras:

WIIIIPPP so harrrdd

[ExpensiveAlpaca]

Username:
Name:
Gender: Male
Rank:
Personality:
Story/History:
Armor:
Extras:

[Red weasel]

Basic info
Username: Red weasel
Name:Dival
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans towards females
Rank: warrior

Personality:Dival is what one could expect from his appearance, dangerous. With this he knows his usefulness, an taunts other with the idea of having him on their side, after all, his powers are something to gain. In fact, as the nature of his arrival they form who he is. He is not good, or evil, but more what ever he feels like. What interests him most is what he will do. Dival does what he wants, and he'll let you know that fact. He truly believes that not only is he the master of his own fate, he will be a proponent of the fate of many others. He will often let you know that he is a capable and dangerous figure if you get is his way.
Dival is sly, cunning, and possibly, up to no good. He does whats best for himself, of course. He knows his powers use means fighting him is just a bad idea. As a warrior he can of course fight physically, but he loves to fight with words. Normally, this usually involves him talking to lions into fighting each other, of course at his benefit. When things get rough for him, he will promptly remind the opposite party that, yes, he can kill them, easily, or make them suffer, if he feels like it. Don't peg him wrong though, Dival is not at all looking for trouble, he's only looking for what’s best for him. Take this war as an example, Dival desires to side with the ones who have the best chance of winning, it's in his best interest after all. Very rarely, Diva will get into a trickster mood, he does have the quick mind for it it.
Diva is more of the serious type, though he does tend to mix that with a tiny bit of sarcasm. Now, this doesn’t mean he can't take a joke, far from that, he just likes to look at what’s in fort of him. He tends to be careful. If there’s anything to worry about when it comes to him, it's his teetering morals. Is he good, is he bad, only time will tell in truth. He should be watched closely by whom ever he works with, that can be easily known. One can gain his true loyalty, if they work just hard enough, though it would take some time.
With his control of tar, he knows his usefulness. in fact, he dangles this powers over others heads more than his control over death. Mess with him, and he will threaten to leave you for dead in a tar trap. Will he do it, well, that depends on what you did to make him angry. He find his powers so useful that his armor is opened so he can use the tar with ease, and well as his armor is more light weight and for looks, mostly to intimidate. He doesn't care if its unsafe, it's what he feels he needs to do to be useful, or powerful, or what ever he wants to be. Killing is easy for him, but at the end of the day, that's not what makes an impact on others, it's just not how you get your way. After all, his plan is to win.
Because he can kill easily, and see the dead, life isn't much of a value to him. He sees people for what the can offer, strength, information, or other wise. Eliminating someone, so to speak, doesn't get rid of them for him, which is another reason he tends to avoid the killing route. After all, if he killed someone, they'll probably just go on and bug him in the afterlife. Ironically though, Dival likes speaking to the dead more than the living, the just have so much more to tell than the living. Dival loves listening to stories for entertainment, the various lives of other is greatly interesting to others, since he himself hasn't had his for long. His favorite thing is childhood stories, since he will never get to experience such a life. He also takes great interest in those with great age, as their experience interest him most.
Story/History: Dival smirked as his eye glanced at this place, the place where he first was. It could not really be called birth, what brought him here. His head was filled with all the knowledge one who was born would have to learn, knowledge they who grew up did not yet know. Yet he lacked the information the lions in front of him would want to know, the one question he expected them to ask. "Are you good, or evil?" He guessed it was his choice to make. He knew his powers, and how to use them. One could say he came preset with a life, he just didn't have a history, or a past. Oh what did it matter, he'd make his history here right now. He looked at the other lions and laughed.
"So its a war you're having?" he taunted, stepping forward, cocking his head to the side, "well, well. Then its a war you'll have." He finished, a grim, haunting laugh following his words. Duval whipped his tail around in a harsh manner, then looked to the lions.
" Now who will have me on their side? Who shall I accept, for I am far to powerful for the choice to be your paws. Impress me." He snarled.
It crossed his mind that that the group infant of him might not have a good enough reason to think him powerful enough, after all, they didn't know what he could do, did they? He thought quickly, and went for the easiest move he could go for. He place a paw in front of him, and tar began to quickly trickle down from gill like places on his shoulders, into a thick puddle in front of him. he himself was slightly impervious to the thick matter, as long as it came from himself. He dipped his own paw into the puddle, and afterwards lifting it high as he could to show that the tar, instead of sticking to him and drying, rolled right off his matted pelt. A smirk decorated his face, soon, soon he hoped, he would have these lions fighting over him. After all, was that not what he was for? That seemed to be the only reason he could think of for his existence to begin, to aide in the war. Was there a side he was supposed to join, he didn't know. He did, how ever, understand his coming to be, he understood what the blood moon is, and that it's arrival caused him to be where he was now.
How wondered now, if he had only scared the other lions. While fear had it's use, he needed a little more out of them than that. If they were only afraid of him, they would distance themselves from him, would they not. If that happened he would have failed his his purpose, at least he believed it would.
Dival now had to find a another way to show his power. He couldn't just go up and kill someone, that wouldn't serve him well at all, it would only cause him to gain new enemies. as he glanced at the lions, he saw it, be hind one lion was a translucent lion. This, he was sure had do be a departed soul watching over someone they cared about. Now getting them to speak to him could be an issues, but one that he felt was worth putting a little time into.
He looked to the living lion the other was standing over.
“Did someone you care about die, because, as I see it, there is someone behind you, right now.”
The Lion he spoke to turned and looked behind itself, the turned to Dival, “T-there’s no one there, you’re lying?”
Dival shook his head, wondering how some could be so vapid.
“Just answer my first question.” He hissed, to which the lion merely nodded. “You can’t see them because they are dead. But I can. Their pelt is silver, with markings of blue, does that at all ring a bell. The lion he spoke to once again only nodded. He then turned to the spirit behind the lion.
“ Your name?” he asked, as the spirit stared intently at him. The spirit stayed quiet for quite a while before replying.
“Shaka, and if you hurt her, you will never hear the end from me.”
Dival shook his head, mutter to himself, “of course you will,” then turning to the living lion, “Shaka was his name.” Dival didn’t have to ask if it was true, the lions face said it all, in fact, that feeling resonated with several other around that lion. Many looed shocked, some a little confused, and some just looked angry. Dival figured at his point, he work had been done.
“Well, well. I’m a warrior, you should know. I figure that you will need some time to deliberated, and think over weather I’ve use for you or not. So while you all work on that, I think I’ll just have a looks around”, he said, truing around to walking away, leaving the shocked and confused lions for now.
Armor:
art by me
Theme songs:
Secret of Survival - Wind in the Willows
American Beauty/American Psycho - Fall Out Boy
Run Boy Run - Wooded
Ramalama Bang Bang - Rosin Murphy
Midnight Show - The Killers
Got Well Soon - Breton

just incase in needed, I'm done unless I have time to add more.

[Tart]

Username:
Name: Talcim
Gender: Male
Rank:
Personality:
Story/History:
Armor:
Extras: