Name ;;
Oriel ( German compound of "fire" and "strife" )
Gender ;;
Female
Age ;;
Roughly 400-450 years, shes not so sure anymore.
Element ;;
Fire
Rank ;;
Tracker
Mate ;;
None currently
Deceased Mate ;;
Filli
Cubs ;;
None
Personality;;
Loyal, Passionate, Quiet, Decisive, Fearless , Independent, Ambitious, Coarse, Honest
History ;;
Oriel was born into a nomadic pride of lions who roamed the cosmos. She was the daughter of the Alpha and a wandering lioness, who chose to leave her cub with the pride when her time to leave came. Being the Alpha's only daughter amongst many sons made her life hard. Her father was a difficult lion to please, so she had to work harder than any of her brothers did to get ahead. Through multiple battles and challenges, Oriel rose through the ranks, until she eventually came to be their War General. Her pride respected her, especially when she chose to abide by the customs and stay out of the fight between her father and his new challenger. One of her younger brothers had chosen to challenge their near dead father, and her reason for staying out of the fight was not to honor tradition; She simply did not care. He had never given her an easy pass so why should she help him?
Nothing much changed for Oriel after her father was killed and replaced by one of her brothers, so her job remained much the same. She was fierce, passionate, and determined. She helped the nomads take down multiple threats, and the pride respected her well. Even her younger brother heeded her words and warnings, which said a lot, considering he was a hotheaded young male trying to show his power.
Life was good for Oriel.
When she was least expecting it, a young male caught her interest. He had just joined the pride, hoping for a bit of protection. He did not pass his combat trial so he was stuck with the cubs to help give the mothers a break. His name was Filli, and his coat was rather dull and grey, like snowy ashes, his eyes a dark chocolate brown and his mane almost non-existent after the pride Warriors were finished. Any incoming male who failed his combat trial had his mane stripped from him. He was passive in nature, and he liked to tell stories to the cubs. He had at least that going for him ; He was a good story teller. Despite his lack luster appeal, Oriel found herself spending more time with him, and although it was a little awkward for her, she eventually spirited him away for a day or two to confess her feelings.
When she returned however, her second in command, Lucius, challenged her about her disappearance, as he had not been the only one to notice the illustrious General disappearing at the same time as the cub watcher. Oriel gave him a small knocking around for challenging her, and she thought that was the end of it, until a few days later. Lucius roared her name from the Pit, where the lions of the pride battled for rank, prestige, and to sort out differences. Looking down from her perch, she was shocked to see a familiar, bloodied body beside Lucius. It was Filli. He had killed the male in cold blood and dragged his lifeless body to the Pit, if only to challenge Oriel, to enrage her...
The female kept her composure as best as she could. She gracefully jumped down into the Pit from her perch, and Lucius started to circle with her. The dance of battle had begun! Oriel let Lucius get the first move, however it was one she was not expecting. The customs called for sheer physical brute force in the Pit, no elements allowed, however Lucius seemed to disregard this rule. He blinded her with a bright flash of light before rushing her, and when Oriel was able to get to her feet and get her bearings, half her face was blooded, only able to see out of one eye. Lucius had doomed his fate, all was fair now that he had broken the customs.
The crowd of lions around the pit roared and jeered, and Oriel let all of her raw rage force her flames away from her as she lunged at Lucius. She grabbed her fangs around his throat and started to shake him back and forth like a rag doll, letting her flames consume his body while she kept him alive for as long as possible... Eventually, Oriel pulled away from a charred husk that had once been her second in command. The flames had seared her wound shut, and it was only when she was able to hear the sound of the crowd again did she realize they were deathly silent. Her brother stood atop the perch next to hers and he stared down at her, partly proud, partly scared, and partly angry.
He ordered her locked within the caves, where lions kept guard against those who broke the rules or those who were standing trial. Oriel could easily have left if she wanted to, however, she would have lost even more respect than she already had. A few days later she was brought to stand trial, and was then out cast from her pride. They stripped her of her good armor and gave her a rusty heap of metal that couldn't even protect a cub, and sent her on her way. For over 150 years she traveled alone, until she came upon the pride...
Voice ;;
Nefera
Playlist ;;
Crossfire - Stephen
Stomach It - Crywolf Ft. EDEN
On My Own - TroyBoi ft. Nefera
Souls - TroyBoi
Edits ;;
Scruffy fur, face scar, chipped tail blade, visible magic ; has heterochromia in left eye.
