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Gorp Dorkenson

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	30	Speed	34
Stamina	27	Smarts	38
Agility	42	Skill	3
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	174

Lion Currents
Age	10 years, 9 months old
Hunger	60%
Mood	100%
Sex	Male
Pose	Evil
Personality	Arrogant (Snarky)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Xx_RawrSaurus_xX (Deceased)	Mother	Queen Project WIP	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Onyx (Black Skin)	Slot 1: Mistletoe Debris (100%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Gilded Web (100%) Tier 3 Slot 5: Atlas Indri (100%) Tier 3 Slot 6: Atlas Hyena Blots Scarce (100%) Tier 3 Slot 7: Blue Poinsettia Fawn (100%) Tier 3 Slot 8: Gilded Vitiligo (100%) Tier 3 Slot 9: Citron Crackle (100%) Tier 3 This lion has 4 markings hidden on the following slots: 12, 16, 17, 18
Genetics	Black Dark Solid Uncommon
Eyes	Tanzanite
Mane Type	Incubus
Mane Color	Cotton Candy
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
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Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	10	Total Stats Gained	16	Total Items Gained	1

Biography
I am Gorp Dorkenson, the whimsical spirit garbed in a procession of butterflies, each wingbeat a stanza of my vibrant essence. My hide—a canvas painted with earth's tones and celestial whispers—voices tales of whimsy and the capricious zephyrs. Each saga I weave is steeped in sardonic finesse, drawing reluctant grins from the watchful sentinels of our domain. My ballet with Xx_RawrSaurus_xX unfurls in the twilight's fringe; my mirth, a defiant peal ringing against the dark opus of his soul. In our collective mythos, I stand as the trickster, my existence a richly embroidered fresco crafted from strands of daring and finesse, eternally pirouetting on the serrated edge of our primal symphony.

Biography

I am Gorp Dorkenson, the whimsical spirit garbed in a procession of butterflies, each wingbeat a stanza of my vibrant essence. My hide—a canvas painted with earth's tones and celestial whispers—voices tales of whimsy and the capricious zephyrs.

Each saga I weave is steeped in sardonic finesse, drawing reluctant grins from the watchful sentinels of our domain. My ballet with Xx_RawrSaurus_xX unfurls in the twilight's fringe; my mirth, a defiant peal ringing against the dark opus of his soul.

In our collective mythos, I stand as the trickster, my existence a richly embroidered fresco crafted from strands of daring and finesse, eternally pirouetting on the serrated edge of our primal symphony.

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