Amal

" Huntress "

Lion Stats
Experience
17972 / 21560 (83%)
Level 15
Strength 129 Speed 126
Stamina 125 Smarts 148
Agility 157 Skill 60
Total Stats: 745
Lion Currents
Age 15 years, 2 months old
Hunger
0%
Mood
100%
Sex Female
Pose Default
Personality
Stubborn (Snarky)

Elder Stage
Newborn Stage 100%
Young Cub Stage 100%
Cub Stage 100%
Adolescent Stage 100%
Adult Stage 100%
Elder Stage 100%
Breeding Info
Father Ursula Major (Deceased) Mother Temery View Full Heritage
Last Bred More than 20 days ago Fertility Very Low (1%) View All Cubs Bred (6)
Appearance Markings
Base Titanium (Black Skin) Slot 1: Prismatic Flare (52%) Tier 3
Slot 2: Dawn Splendor (81%) Tier 3
Slot 6: White Thrashed Unders (48%) Tier 3
Slot 8: Onyx Okapi (23%) Tier 6
Slot 9: Water Hyacinth Margay (56%) Tier 3
Slot 10: Feline 9 Elysian (58%) Tier 5
Genetics Black Dark Solid Common
Eyes Red
Mane Type Normal
Mane Color Haunted
Mutation Primal Fangs
Marking Slots
10
Equipped Decorations
None!
Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts 242 Successful Hunts 242 Success Rate 100%


Biography
Name: Amal
Pronouns: She/they
Rank: Huntress
Sexuality: Bisexual




Some hurts never truly go away...




Amal wasn't supposed to be great. That was her sister's destiny, or at least that's what she told herself throughout her childhood. And yet, fate seemed to be kinder to her than to Micaela. She got to live out her dream of becoming a Huntress, when her sister didn't get to live out hers of becoming a Warrior. Amal watched it happen. She saw her sister being mauled and almost killed, and she was the one who called for help. She tries to show her sister as much support as possible, although she knows that Micaela resents her at times.


Amal is quite shy and reserved. Although she doesn't mind the company of others, she often prefers to be alone. She does her best to visit her sister on occasion, spend time with her, and support her, even if she comes off as overbearing sometimes. She has a favorite spot that is personal to her, and that is a meadow near the Marshlands. She likes smelling the flowers there, and the greenery of the place makes her feel calm inside.

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





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