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Akardos

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Lion Stats
Experience
212 / 440 (48%)
Level 3
Strength 73 Speed 78
Stamina 67 Smarts 71
Agility 70 Skill 32
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 391
Lion Currents
Age 11 years, 6 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Male
Personality
Unscrupulous (Evil)

Adult Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 73.076923076923%
Elder Stage 0%
Breeding Info
Father Alosi (Deceased) Mother Thraka View Full Heritage
Last Bred N/A Fertility N/A View All Cubs Bred (0)
Appearance Markings
Base Deira (Tan Skin) Slot 1: White Undercover (47%) Tier 1
Slot 2: Fallow Shimmer (47%) Tier 0
Slot 8: Onyx Panther (29%) Tier 2
Genetics Golden Dark Countershaded Common
Eyes Yellow
Mane Type Scarce
Mane Color Fawn
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
Boglands

Above
Dirty Crocodile
Kingfisher Feather Decor
Messy Mane 2
Scar: Neck
Scar: Nose Ridge
Scar: Short Left Eye
Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols 135 Total Stats Gained 262 Total Items Gained 76


Biography
; ; heartless

Akardos - often called Akar - is a male of little morals. He is ruthless and brutal, doing whatever he must do to ensure that his name is respected. A short-temper was gifted to the lion, as well as a clever mind and an acute sense of hate for all those who oppose him. He butt heads with Alosi, and the two were often seen fighting. The scar on his neck as well as the one across his nose and eye were earned from spars where Akar grew over-confident and believed he could defeat Alosi in an actual battle. He was mistaken both times. He is filthy in both mind and body and often enjoys playing in the mud and taunting crocodiles. His best friend is Anubis. Akar often heckles him and tends to stay with him as much as possible.

As you survey your pride lands before you, Akardos comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind.

You notice Akardos focused on a small, still moving bird under his paw. He keeps pulling away feather by feather. You stop in your tracks, deciding to not bother him right now.

Your paws get weak as you approach Akardos to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh.





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