Post by Hye on Sept 2, 2008 15:51:42 GMT -6
Name: Mokosana (mo-ko-SA-na)
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Clan: Nuetrel
Herd: Just PM me if you want him in your Herd.
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family:
- He has not seen his sister in four years.
- A cheetah he had considered his mother back in his homeland. He has not seen her in a year.
Species: Lion
Physical Description:
A snow white mane falls back to between his shoulder blades, the hair at his forhead naturally spiked forword in a mohawk.
His eyes are fiery red, but he is blind in the left eye. The left of his face holds four scars.
His fur is white, just as silky as the mane, and the tuft of fur upon the tip of the tail.
There is a nasty, jagged scar upon his right foreleg, from the shoulder to an inch of the paw. There are a series of nasty scars upon his back, especially at the middle and the shoulder blades.
Personality:
Mokosana may look like a cruel, heartless lion, but he's a sweetheart, gentle to most of the people he meets. His bravery may seem unchallenged, but he is only strong on the outside, not all the way through.
Normally, Mokosana treats others with respect, especially other felines and larger animals. He does not like to harm others, however, you are certainly going to pull back a nub if you bother him, a friend, or that friend's offspring.
When a fight is started, he becomes violent. He shows no mercy, and often ends up the victor, though leaves the opponant alive and breathing, so either a lesson is learned or they die of exhaustion.
History:
Mokosana was born in the typical pridelands, not far from a murky swamp. Though he was shunned by the majority of the pride, he did not let their disrespect depress him. Some dared him to enter the murky swamp, and that swamp was beckoning the young albino cub. Day by day, it would call to him, calling his name. He could feel it speaking to him, its voice pulsing with his heartbeat.
Every night, when he gazed across the plains, shadowy figures would walk out from the marsh, each the faint shape of a feline, some lions, some cheetahs, some so small he could hardly see them.
Though just a cub, he ventured away from the pride late at night. The pulsations from the swamp grew stronger with each step he took, the figures of the felines pausing as he drew closer. A critter in the night, standing out like a tree in the barren plain, snowy white against the darkness.
Mokosana soon found himself surrounded by the creatures, the majority large, some about as small as him. They did not shun him, nor call him names. The albino lion cub soon found himself following a female cheetah into the swamp. As soon as he placed a paw in the soft, muddy, wet lands, he was unable to move at his will, almost as if the swamp was guiding him.
The she-cheetah stood aside, gave a kind smile, and sat, watching him move into the shadows.
Alone, cold, and confused, he felt a warm breeze through the stagnant air, and everything went black.
When he awoke, that same cheetah sat before him. The memory still lingers with him:
"Welcome to the Realm of Darkness, little one. You are one of us now."
He lived in this Realm--This Swamp--for years, leaving only at night just like the rest. Though not forbidden, he was still unwelcomed in the pridelands.
He longed for a different scenery, however, and left just a year ago. Months later, he found this new land, and, though he still travelled about, he has not left. Memories of the swamp he once called home have not faded, but, so far, he has not longed to return.
Role Play Sample: (required for your first character Two hundred words +) Do this later.
Picture:
8D Found a pic.
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Clan: Nuetrel
Herd: Just PM me if you want him in your Herd.
Mate: None
Friends: None
Family:
- He has not seen his sister in four years.
- A cheetah he had considered his mother back in his homeland. He has not seen her in a year.
Species: Lion
Physical Description:
A snow white mane falls back to between his shoulder blades, the hair at his forhead naturally spiked forword in a mohawk.
His eyes are fiery red, but he is blind in the left eye. The left of his face holds four scars.
His fur is white, just as silky as the mane, and the tuft of fur upon the tip of the tail.
There is a nasty, jagged scar upon his right foreleg, from the shoulder to an inch of the paw. There are a series of nasty scars upon his back, especially at the middle and the shoulder blades.
Personality:
Mokosana may look like a cruel, heartless lion, but he's a sweetheart, gentle to most of the people he meets. His bravery may seem unchallenged, but he is only strong on the outside, not all the way through.
Normally, Mokosana treats others with respect, especially other felines and larger animals. He does not like to harm others, however, you are certainly going to pull back a nub if you bother him, a friend, or that friend's offspring.
When a fight is started, he becomes violent. He shows no mercy, and often ends up the victor, though leaves the opponant alive and breathing, so either a lesson is learned or they die of exhaustion.
History:
Mokosana was born in the typical pridelands, not far from a murky swamp. Though he was shunned by the majority of the pride, he did not let their disrespect depress him. Some dared him to enter the murky swamp, and that swamp was beckoning the young albino cub. Day by day, it would call to him, calling his name. He could feel it speaking to him, its voice pulsing with his heartbeat.
Every night, when he gazed across the plains, shadowy figures would walk out from the marsh, each the faint shape of a feline, some lions, some cheetahs, some so small he could hardly see them.
Though just a cub, he ventured away from the pride late at night. The pulsations from the swamp grew stronger with each step he took, the figures of the felines pausing as he drew closer. A critter in the night, standing out like a tree in the barren plain, snowy white against the darkness.
Mokosana soon found himself surrounded by the creatures, the majority large, some about as small as him. They did not shun him, nor call him names. The albino lion cub soon found himself following a female cheetah into the swamp. As soon as he placed a paw in the soft, muddy, wet lands, he was unable to move at his will, almost as if the swamp was guiding him.
The she-cheetah stood aside, gave a kind smile, and sat, watching him move into the shadows.
Alone, cold, and confused, he felt a warm breeze through the stagnant air, and everything went black.
When he awoke, that same cheetah sat before him. The memory still lingers with him:
"Welcome to the Realm of Darkness, little one. You are one of us now."
He lived in this Realm--This Swamp--for years, leaving only at night just like the rest. Though not forbidden, he was still unwelcomed in the pridelands.
He longed for a different scenery, however, and left just a year ago. Months later, he found this new land, and, though he still travelled about, he has not left. Memories of the swamp he once called home have not faded, but, so far, he has not longed to return.
Role Play Sample: (required for your first character Two hundred words +) Do this later.
Picture:
8D Found a pic.
Accepted.
