ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔧𝔢𝔪

"𝔍𝔢𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔯"

Lion Stats
Experience
3588 / 3960 (90%)
Level 7
Strength 38 Speed 39
Stamina 39 Smarts 46
Agility 34 Skill 5
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 201
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 9 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Good
Personality
Joyful (Good)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Dark Fanfare (Deceased) Mother Titanium|Clean|G1|6m|99st (Deceased) View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low View All Cubs Bred (3)
Appearance Markings
Base Titanium (Gray Skin) Slot 4: Lilac Low Flow (93%) Tier 3
Slot 5: Scoundrel Pelage (100%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Water Hyacinth Margay (45%) Tier 3
Slot 9: Onyx Cheetah Royal (56%) Tier 3
Genetics Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes Pink
Mane Type Diabolic
Mane Color Fossil
Mutation None
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 15 Successful Hunts 15 Success Rate 100%


Biography
ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔢𝔪 𝔰𝔞𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔴𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔪 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔲𝔷𝔷𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔰. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔱, 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯. 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔢𝔪, 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔧𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔲𝔪 𝔣𝔲𝔯, 𝔦𝔱 𝔧𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡. ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔢𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔪, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡. 𝔘𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣𝔣.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔡, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔡, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔡𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔭 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨. ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔭, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔩𝔶-𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔢𝔪. 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶.





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