Obsidian

" Warrior "

Lion Stats
Experience
11924 / 18590 (64%)
Level 14
Strength 120 Speed 128
Stamina 103 Smarts 149
Agility 133 Skill 58
Born With: Unknown Total Stats: 691
Lion Currents
Age 16 years old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Curious (Kind)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Seraphial (Deceased) Mother Temery View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (1)
Appearance Markings
Base Obsidian (Black Skin) Slot 1: Heavenly Valiant (43%) Tier 3
Slot 3: Noctis Thrashed Back (48%) Tier 3
Slot 7: White Inverted Quagga (59%) Tier 6
Slot 8: White Ghost Feralis (40%) Tier 6
Slot 10: Feline 9 Noctis (56%) Tier 2
Genetics Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes Lehsunia
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Celestial
Mutation Primal
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 186 Successful Hunts 186 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Name: Obsidian
Pronouns: They/them
Rank: Warrior
Sexuality: Pansexual



You follow in the footsteps of your mother...






From a very young age, Obsidian was raised to be a loyal Warrior, staying in tune with the moral code their mother thinks every Warrior should abide by. And for the most part, they do, although they don't perfectly represent what Temery thinks they should be. They aren't very brave or strong or quick, they were never exceptionally great at fighting, just average. They sometimes feel like they are a disappointment to their mother, even if she doesn't show it.


Obsidian would consider themselves average in every way possible, but they do have a caring and good heart. Unfortunately, they are somewhat of a coward and tend to hide or run away from certain unpleasant situations. They keep to themselves most of the time, but you can have a stimulating conversation with them if you'd be wiling to talk to them.

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You were enjoying a nice sunbeam when something began clawing your tail. Ah, it's Primal. Ouchie, please leave some fur on there, little one.

Happy to see you, Obsidian bumps her forehead against yours and tries to sniff you secretly to find out what other lions you have met today.





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