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Deathlord of the Jungle Havnir

Lion Stats
Experience	4640 / 28160 (16%)
Level	17
Strength	118	Speed	141
Stamina	82	Smarts	102
Agility	95	Skill	39
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	577

Lion Currents
Age	8 years, 2 months old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Loner (Neutral)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Unknown	Mother	Unknown	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (40)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Caramel (Brown Skin)	Slot 1: Under White 1 (90%) Tier 0 Slot 2: Brown Shroud (27%) Tier 0
Genetics	Cream Dark Solid Common
Eyes	Yellow
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	Rosy Brown
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Scar: Anklebiter Scar: Muzzle Scar: Cheek

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	2	Explore Steps Taken	12222	NPCs Defeated	538
Lions Sent Away	53	Lions Killed	16

Biography
Olindour, a lion so kind to his own before. He treated everyone with care and chased off challengers for his throne. Only to become a wicked, short-sighted monster once the choice between hell or heaven arrived. At first, he picked neutral. Until greed took him for the worse, leading him to be another demon among the depths of hell. The amount he killed racked up, and the amount he cared continued to drop until he was only a scarred husk of who he used to be. As he met with shamans, he could feel the hallow of his heart as if it was dug out of him. His voice became mellow as he tried his best to speak and care. Though, there wasn't anything that could reform him back to what he once was. So, he fulfilled tasks monotonously. Giving less care for his cubs as he went on.

Biography

Olindour, a lion so kind to his own before. He treated everyone with care and chased off challengers for his throne. Only to become a wicked, short-sighted monster once the choice between hell or heaven arrived. At first, he picked neutral. Until greed took him for the worse, leading him to be another demon among the depths of hell. The amount he killed racked up, and the amount he cared continued to drop until he was only a scarred husk of who he used to be.
As he met with shamans, he could feel the hallow of his heart as if it was dug out of him. His voice became mellow as he tried his best to speak and care. Though, there wasn't anything that could reform him back to what he once was. So, he fulfilled tasks monotonously. Giving less care for his cubs as he went on.

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