“For the powerful, crimes are those that others commit.”

•Name•
Amenhotep

•Age•
6 years

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
King

•Census Description•
Amenhotep - A hulking Smilius male with a spotted coat and a generally harsh disposition.

•Appearance•
A large, muscular Smilius male, Amenhotep's Madagascar base is obscured by several handsome markings. A dorsal line runs down his spine over large, uneven Margay marks. These onyx-hued spots fade into more uniform rosettes that roam down to the midway points of his limbs. His paws and ankles are covered with onyx trotters and the tips of his toes are a delicate white. The male's face and mid-length tail are covered in black marks reminiscent of a cheetah's. His head is also nearly fully onyx, with a white muzzle and chin and black tear marks from the corners of his eyes to his mouth. Amenhotep's thick fur is covered in scars, both old and new. His eyes are sectoral in coloration, with one section of his irises brown and the other blue.

•Personality•
Amenhotep is indisputably cunning and merciless, preferring to stay silent and cold to most. He is not inherently an angry male, however, but views force as the only solid way to rule and thus is often overly controlling and unfair. This is not to say he is all bad, though. He's a notorious womanizer, his strong, appealing appearance providing much assistance in this. To females he is particularly interested in, he is a tender and passionate soul. To his cubs as well, Amenhotep is slightly gentler and more or less kind. Despite his intelligence, he is prone to paranoia, rash decisions, and stress. He does not shy away from brutality and is known to kill any of those he does not see fit to remain in his pride.

•Backstory•
Born to his predecessor Ramses and one of his wives, Amenhotep was an only cub and was, initially, a disappointment. A large, painful ball of stark grey fur with a sour attitude is usually not expected to succeed in life. Yet, Amenhotep began to grow at a noticeably faster rate than his peers. His fangs grew in and lengthened past his jowls to be unsheathed whenever the gruff male opened his mouth. The fur around his neck and shoulders grew out expansively and his tail never grew beyond a short, overly-hairy nub. His pelt had revealed abstract spots and a variety of gradients and color changes. When the male matured and cusped two years of age, he realized his full potential and began training towards a goal of defeating the father who had disregarded him and claiming his kingdom. On a stormy October night, Amenhotep defeated his father in a brutal fight.

•Family•
Ankhe - Mother [Deceased]
Ramses - Father [Deceased]

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?





"'Fantasy. Lunacy.' All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities."

•Name•
Zaynabi

•Age•
8 years

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Huntress

•Census Description•
Zaynabi - A radical, passionate female with multicolored fur and a vision of Amenhotep's downfall.

•Appearance•
With an onyx base, Zaynabi is covered in patches of blue stripes across her rear and neck and shoulder. Splattered across her topline are bright red markings, not unlike flecked blood. Her undersides are white and produce elegant, yet irregular, stripes of the colors underneath it. Her legs and face are of darker red, with small black stripes over them. Her frame is muscular, though elegant, showing her hunting prowess and a history of victories in sparring and skill training. She is covered in scars, mostly concentrated around her face. Her eyes are a serious steely gray.

•Personality•
Brutal and unforgiving, Zaynabi, as her stern architecture may describe, wields very little patience in her scarred figure. A brute by birth, this lioness would not be so inclined to waste her precious time in conversation but instead leans toward a hobby of combat training and hunting. She carries herself highly, like a general before her soldiers, yet can still slink through the shadows with ease. Zaynabi's one true passion and skill is the art of combat, an art where her claws and fangs are brushes and blood is her paint.

•Backstory•
Born in a pride where blood ran like creeks and scars determined one's place in society, Zaynabi was the daughter of the pride's leader, a strong, venerable female by the name of Chief (she did not favor being called "Chieftess") Naaqusay Gabayga. This matriarch possessed a scarred pelt reminiscent of that of a zebra's, with onyx stripes running across her powerful frame. Naaqusay Gabayga led her pride with a goal towards physical superiority and a combat-centered lifestyle. Thus, as soon as Zaynabi left the nursery, she was thrust into the pride's gory lifestyle. Being the Chief's daughter gave the young beauty some advantages... and some disadvantages. She was often the prime target for impromptu spars, her peers thinking that defeating the Chief's daughter meant that they could take anything. Thus, Zaynabi soon learned how to defend herself and rose to the top of the roster. As a young adult, she often sparred against her mother herself, often either losing or coming to a stalemate. This way of life remained for her until a messenger from a neighboring pride came with an offer: In exchange for Gabayga's best fighter, Ramses would send a son of his own (Amenhotep's older half-brother who, at the time, was viewed as the strongest male) to strengthen the gene pool and provide another Studmale. Naturally, Gabayga accepted the offer as it would better both prides and sent Zaynabi after a hearty goodbye. When Amenhotep took power, Zaynabi remained in the pride, hoping that the new patriarch's anger would fade over time. While she had been incorrect, she now seeks to take down the king and restore a fair rule.

•Family•
Naaqusay Gabayga - Mother [Alive - May join the pride in search for her daughter after she is usurped - Adoptable (APPLY)]
Archibald - Father [Deceased]

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

"This will not be the end of us. As long as I have strength in my body and breath in my lungs, we will survive."

•NAME•

Kaiser

•NAME MEANING•
German and Latin meaning "strong emperor".

•AGE•

4 years, 8 months

•GENDER•

Masculine

•ORIENTATION•

Demisexual (females) & Heteroromantic

•RANK•

Royal Guard

•CENSUS DESCRIPTION•

A massive, muscular primal with dark, scar-covered fur and striking yellow eyes.

•APPEARANCE•

A fearsome, yet attractive, dark gray, black and khaki brute with a short, fluffy tail and soft fur. He has swirl-motioned dark gray markings and white underfur, the same white noticed along his maw, legs, and paws. In relation to the rest of his body, Kaiser's majestic mane is entirely pitch black, reaching up to his ears, which are brown on the back, white on the insides, and have slight black ear tufts at the tips. Along with these traits, the fearsome brute has intimidating, yet captivating, strikingly yellow eyes that intensely stare at others as if he's staring into their soul. A gaze so intimidating that, if one was to keep contact with him, one's gaze would soon avert away from the unfriendly stare. Standing at a fearsome 56.4 inches (4'7" feet, at the shoulder) and weighing at a startling 589 pounds (most of it muscle), Kaiser is certainly larger than most, if not all, of the lions in the pride, and is typically a beast of a male, with an immense amount of strength, alike that of his cruel father before him. He has rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training as a younger, and the large quantity of fights he has fought in his lifetime. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Kaiser is a lion known to strike fear into others with his fearsome appearance, and is a bit infamous amongst the others; he is known to be strategic, intelligent, powerful, and merciless. But still, he has his weaknesses, one including fire. He experienced a fire incident as a younger tom, he is now afraid of it and would never go near it. But he's still powerful nonetheless, with long, saber-toothed, razor-sharp teeth that are extremely sharp placed in a powerful jaw that can strongly use them to bite with an intent to kill.

This broad-shouldered male has many scars on his body from the many battles he has fought, including one down-across his left eye from his mortal enemy (ADOPTABLE), a long one down/across his left shoulder, three faint claw marks on his left back leg, a small, yet noticeable one across his dorsal bridge (nose), as well as other various ones. When he was around a year old, Kaiser experienced a fire incident, and has the scars to tell the tale; burn marks show on his underbelly, slightly hidden by his fur, as well as on the bottom of his paws, though the scars don't hurt anymore. This incident left him prepared and experienced with fire, though he is slightly afraid of it. The fighter also has many other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Plus a good amount of his scars, and muscles, are hidden beneath his fur. But not all, of course, still many show on his multi-colored coat. Despite all the scars Kaiser wears, the brute is still an attractive tom cat, though he does at first appear as a fearsome and intimidating brute- his fur, scars, teeth, striking eyes, and massive, muscular body all making this so.

•PERSONALITY•

Living a life tainted by loss, Kaiser is very aggressive, an intimidating and impressive fighter, with a personality alike to that of an army general. Tough and merciless, he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness. If he has a legitimate reason, this fearless brute will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength and size is very helpful. Lacking fear overall, there is but one thing he does fear; losing someone he loves. Whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise, this male fears he'll lose whoever he cares for. Therefore, he's incredibly protective and would do anything for a loved one. Given his slightly short temper, Kaiser is a very quick-to-fight lion and, due to his large size and strength, he can almost always cause damage on another if he attacks. The entire incident with his father ended up scaring the adolescent for life, making him a tough and merciless brute, and he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness, unless he absolutely has to- mostly just when a loved one is in danger.
He's very aggressive and is very likely to attack if he has a reason, quick to jump with teeth bared if he or someone he cares for is injured, insulted, threatened, or hurt at all, often causing damage on his opponent. Despite all this, he's an extremely loyal individual and, once he's committed to someone or something (a loved one), nothing can keep him from remaining loyal and devoted to them.

Kaiser is also very un-trusting and reserved, and it takes a long time and a lot of effort for someone to enter this male's heart. Although this is true, if someone does manage to break through the stone surrounding his cold heart, Hades is one of the most passionate and devoted males out there, able to hold those dear to him very close. And even though his rather reserved and cold personality can push away the females, he can be quite charming if he so wishes, and he is incredibly loyal and determined, not one to give up without a fight. Once he cares for someone, he is extremely protective and loyal to them, ready to rip the face off of anyone who so much as looks in their direction in a negative way.

•BACKSTORY•

“My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me.”

Being born to the cruel King, Amenhotep, the strong cub, Kaiser, along with his three other siblings, grew up with struggle. His father, being a harsh, war-inclined male made sure his son grew up in his paw prints. Therefore, Kaiser has been training ever since he could see, and that is why the primal is as large, muscular, battle-inclined, and physically powerful as he is.

Not long before he was three years old, Kaiser, now Royal Guard, took a few other citizens and two juniors out on a patrol. While they were walking, one of the warriors smelled smoke and told him. Then, he realized that there was a fire, and the group saw the flames approaching from far away. Ordering them to run, Kaiser had retreated away from the approaching fire, staying behind the patrol to make sure they were safe. But as they ran, one of the smaller juniors tripped on a log and got stuck, the fire swarming around him. Realizing the danger the junior was in, he told a warrior to lead everyone back while he quickly turned around, racing towards the trapped lion. With a powerful leap, he jumped over the flames and quickly smashed his paws down on the logs trapping the youth, grabbing the smaller lion by the scruff and leaping out, just as the flames engulfed the little area, and he growled as the fire burned his underbelly, his paws already stinging from burns from when he jumped inside to rescue the cat. Then, the two returned home and Kaiser was praised for his good deed, the little junior forever thankful.

•FAMILY•

|Father|
Amenhotep [Father - Dislikes] [Alive] [Insert]
Because of his father, Kaiser grew up with seldom a rest. He was constantly training. Now, noticing the cruelness of his father's leadership, he grows farther and farther from him, not agreeing with his way of leading. This can cause rifts between the two.

|Mother|
Talia [Mother - Loves / Protects] [Alive] [Adoptable]
Hades loves his mother so dearly, he'd do anything for her.

|Siblings|

Aris [Half-Sister - Loves / Protects] [Alive] [Hawkmask]
She's his little sister. Kaiser would go to any length to protect the little lioness. Although his over-protectiveness can be a little over-bearing, he is very affectionate towards his sister. Their relationship formed when he saved her from the fire, and ever since, they have had a close relationship.

•NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS•

"Don't get too close, its dark inside."

|Crush|

Kaiser has yet to meet his soulmate. He needs someone who is willing to break through his icy exterior and will take just a bit to warm up to them. But once he does, he is incredibly protective, passionate, loyal, and affectionate.

Currently he won't have a crush or mate at the start of the roleplay but he is open for one <3

|Mate|

*crush required first*

|Offspring|

*crush->mate required first*

|Other|

Aris [Half-Sister - Loves / Protects] [Alive] [Hawkmask]
The youth he saved from the fire.

Open for enemies, friends, and any other relationships you might come up with! :)

•THEME SONG•

Demons - Imagine Dragons

"I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you. But, with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide."

•OTHER•

Kaiser's voice is very distinct. Overall, it is strong, deep, masculine, and commanding. To hurting friends, his usually powerful voice can become soft and comforting, though still deep and masculine. Naturally, his voice has its own attractive air, adding to the already naturally attractive deepness and masculine tone that it owns.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

“Don’t underestimate me. I know more than I say, think more than I see, and notice more than you realize.”


•NAME•

Jasmine

•AGE•

2 years, 1 month

•GENDER•

Feminine

•ORIENTATION•

Heterosexual & Heteroromantic

•RANK•

Hunter

•CENSUS DESCRIPTION•
A pretty, pink lioness with dark brown and white markings and stunning blue eyes.

•APPEARANCE•
Jasmine inherited the majority of her looks from her mother, though she does have some of her father's traits as well. Sharing her mother's light purple and pink fur and both the thick yet beautifully lean build and stunning blue eyes of her parents she truly is a sight to see.

Her base coat is of a light pink and purple, with white markings along her legs, flank, face and paws. Down her spinal area, ears, tail and back, a dark blend of brown blends in well with the soft, lighter colors of her pelt, while a.

Although she doesn't have any mutations, her teeth are larger within her muzzle, making them fearsome weapons against those who anger her. It's perfect for tearing and slicing, though you will rarely ever see such teeth stained with the blood of anything except prey. Her claws are quite the weapon to behold, being of a natural black color that's a stark contrast to her white fur that decorates her paws.

Her eyes , other than her body shape and natural weapons, would be considered her most primitive feature, They are a striking blue color, matching with both her parents. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but with Jasmine you can see so much more.

•PERSONALITY•

Jasmine is by nature, a very inquisitive lioness. She is very stubborn, and rarely backs down if provoked. She can be rather hard-headed, and doesn't always listen to the voice of reason. She'll rush into a situation without thinking majority of the time, which comes back to bite her quite often.

The hunter is very observant, which ties into her curiosity. She notices all the small, practically unnoticed things that are normally left buried under the surface, and will bring them to every one's attention if she feels it necessary. She has a nearly photographic memory, and can remember anything she's ever been told or encountered, which can be good or bad for the lion the memory revolves around.

Jasmine can sometimes be a bit over confident in her abilities, and hot headed, though she normally tries to keep a good reign on it. She has an ego that outweighs her stature and is unbelievably stubborn when her pride is on the line. She’ll always be reluctant to step down or admit she’s wrong. She doesn't like talking about her homeland and gets very defensive and snappish if someone tries to pry where they're not wanted. She is quite intelligent for a lion her age, though she normally doesn't show it. She's very good at keeping secrets, though. Along with this, the female is very big on promises. She believes that, if one makes a promise, they must keep it, or else their honor as a warrior deteriorates.

She is extremely attached to the golden necklace always worn around her neck, and gets very anxious if people stare at it for to long. Jasmine never takes it off for anything, and refuses to let people near it. This is because it is the last thing she has of her home, the last gift from her father. If people ask questions about why she's so attached to it, she becomes extremely defensive and snappish. However, if you were to try and touch it, or take it off her, she would violently defend the necklace with her life, and would not be held responsible for her actions such.

•BACKSTORY•

Growing up, Jasmine had a pretty normal life, She was born to a handsome warrior named Asmond, who was one of the most loving fathers, and devoted mates. His mate, her mother, was Octavia, a wonderful hunter, with a beautiful lavender pelt. One thing the two shared were their stunning blue eyes, a trait that they passed down to their beautiful child. Jasmine. She was the most important thing to them. Born alongside her was her incredibly handsome brother, Soren. The two were inseparable growing up. Best friends. And many would argue that they still are the mischievous duo that they were when they were children. But, as the years went on and Soren grew to be an unbelievable massive and powerful warrior, he spent more time training than with her. Regardless, she loves him more than anything.

Although his time spent training caused them to drift apart, the death of their mother brought them closer than ever. One fateful winter, Octavia caught a sickness. At the time, no one knew what it was, but now it is known that it was rabies that drove her mad. That killed her. Because of this, Jasmine has a distant hate for rabies, even more than usual lions, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill a sick lion that crossed her path.

•FAMILY•

|Father|
Asmond [Loves] [Alive]

|Mother|
Octavia [Loves / Grieves] [Deceased; sickness]

|Siblings|

Soren [Brother - Loves / Protects] [Alive] [Adoptable]

•NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS•

|Romantic|

Jasmine is a hard-headed and devoted female. There is no doubt that, if she fell in love, she would never leave him and would try her hardest to make sure she showed that she loved him. She would get jealous a lot, though she might not voice it, and would be incredibly protective of him. jasmine is a very affectionate lioness when it comes to it, and would love to just cuddle with him.
Jasmine currently won't have a crush or mate at the start of the roleplay but she is open for one <3

|Offspring|

N/A

|Other|

Open for anything cx

•THEME SONG•

•OTHER•

Beautiful yet bold. Being a sometimes over-confident lioness, Jasmine's voice can be soft and delicate, but when one hears her voice, there is no doubt in their mind that she is a courageous female, with no fear when it comes to voicing her opinions.

”What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers?”

•Name•

Valor.

So named for her courageous and steadfast demeanor in the face of adversary.

•Age•

6 years old.

•Gender & Sex•

Cisgender Female.

•Orientation•

Heterosexual & Heteroromantic.
Maybe.

•Rank•

Queen.

•Census Description•

A lovely bronze lioness with a hint of red in her pelt, a pale dappled belly and bright blue eyes.

•Appearance•

Valor is a lissome lioness, her elegance and grace making up for her common base and lack of other rare or unusual markings. She is a classic beauty, born to a king and queen who preferred to showcase subtler colors and shades on their pelts as well as those of their offspring. Her base coat is bronze, only recognizable to those with a detailed eyes beneath a fallow shimmer, inferno rogue and onyx shaded back. Her underfur is ivory white, dappled by spots that match the rest of her thin, sleek coat. Her eyes are a bright, dazzling blue like a clear, deep lake while her nose and the pads of her paws are dark brown. Various scars can be found scattered across her lean frame, earned defending her pride and her king with frightening ferocity.

•Personality•

”Sticks and stones, they may break these bones, but then I'll be ready, are you ready?”

Upon first meeting Valor may come across as standoffish and aloof. Neither are true of course, as she is merely reserved and introverted. Calm and level-headed, Valor is always thinking about something, all options considered before doing something or uttering a single word. In comparison to Amenhotep she is a light breeze on the wind, a cool splash of water on a scorching day, gentle and generous to every lion under her care.

Valor is equal parts fierce and gentle compassion. Beneath her quiet demeanor is someone with good intentions. She'll be the first in line to defend someone else regardless of rank, at times even putting her own life at jeopardy, and has a good heart. Intelligent and always willing to learn something new, Valor is a fairly patient lioness and not easily angered, though witnessing an extreme injustice or insulting her loved ones are sure ways to get her fired up. Not a fan of sarcasm or lions of short temper, she doesn't have much issue putting someone in their place if need be and is especially protective of the juniors, always intervening if she believes a pride member is being too hard on them.

How did a lioness so kind and considerate ever come to care for Amenhotep? Perhaps, at one time, she saw something in him that set her soul on fire. Maybe, despite all the cruelties she had witnessed him commit she thought she saw someone she could change and save with her affection and loyalty. The rose tinted glasses have finally cracked and Valor is at last recognizing her king for what he is. Though her heart is still filled with love for him she knows something needs to be done. Amenhotep’s reign must end.

•Backstory•

”We were willing, we came when you called, but man, you fooled us, enough is enough.”

Born into a neighboring pride, the first daughter of a prestigious king and queen beside two brothers. Her parents and Ramses would often meet to confab, at times bringing their favored children along with them in the hopes of arranging a marriage. Both prides were in need of fresh blood and there was no better way than allyship with non related lions. Valor first became acquainted with Amenhotep when she was barely six months old, and proved entirely unimpressed with the young male.The next few times they met he proved more charming and in time she came to consider him a dear friend.

Valor’s birth pride saw an untimely demise when her mother returned from an unsuccessful hunt, her pelt marred by deep bite marks. Within 24 hours the injured lioness began ravaging her own pride, foam frothing around her muzzle, eyes wild and unfocused. Valor and her brothers barely escaped with their lives and everyone knew those who had been bitten putting an end to Hope's madness, including her father, would soon share her disease. Those who remained miraculously unscathed were forced to abandoned their bitten pride members, taking refuge with Ramses after he was certain they hadn’t been infected.

Moon after moon passed. Valor and Amenhotep’s friendship continued to grow until it blossomed into something much more. He named her his queen and it was the happiest moment of her life. Never in her life had she ever felt so blessed and so cherished. Yet as the years wore on that happiness slowly began to fade. Amenhotep’s savagery became harder to ignore or excuse, the suffering of her pride mates causing a deep, incurable ache in her heart. When a young guard dared approach her with whispers of rebellion on his tongue she did not turn him away.

•Family•

”What about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters?”

- Victor | Father | Deceased -
They were never particularly close. Victor was often too busy with his duties to pay any of his cubs much mind beyond involving them in the typical pride business. He was still greatly missed upon his unfortunate death.

- Hope | Mother | Deceased -
Valor and Hope shared a strong bond, one rarely seen without the other. Hope always found time to spend with her favorite daughter. Valor was absolutely inconsolable after her mother was infected with rabies and destroyed their pride, her own father forced to murder her to end the attack and subsequently contracting the disease himself.

- Noble | Litter Brother | Adoptable -
You can tell they are related just from a glance. Not only do their pelts resemble one another, but their temperaments are similar as well. Noble is certainly the more outgoing sibling however, renowned for his amiable, charismatic demeanor and bravery in battle.

- Flinch | Litter Brother | Adoptable -
The brother Valor was always most protective of, doing her best to shield and shelter him from the cruelty of the world. Ironically, he is also the brother who resents her most, envious of her high rank and how well loved she is by the pride.

At least three different litters, all fathered by Amenhotep. Feel free to play one! Even if she isn’t chosen as queen I’m assuming this pride functions as a normal lion pride would and Amenhotep sires most if not all cubs born.

•Other Relationships•

”What about love? What about trust? What about us?”

- Amenhotep | King | Played by Insert -
Valor truly loves her mate and king, but is no longer blind to his flaws. Though she has agreed to aide the resistance she strives for Amenhotep's redemption over his demise and has only agreed to help on the promise he will not be killed as Ramses was. Valor has made it clear enough in the she is willing to die for him or any one of their cubs.

Open!

•Theme Song•
What About Us? - Pink.

”One suggestion, use your discretion before you label me blind.”

•Name•

Borealis.

•Age•

4 years old.

•Gender & Sex•

Cisgender Male.

•Orientation•

Pansexual & Demiromantic.
(Could become interested in a male or female).

•Rank•

Royal Guard.

•Census Description•

A powerful young male with an icy pelt splotched with white and mottled by dark rosettes, the left eye a clear shade of amethyst while the right is a blind white. Broken Piebald carrier.

•Appearance•

Borealis inherited his mother's broken piebald pattern over his father's primal mutation, an otherwise normal young male save for the splotches of white scattered across his ice pelt. Mottled rosettes decorate his coat, fainter cheetah-like spots found beneath and dark tear lines stretching beneath his eyes, covered by his black and white battle mask face paint. The left eye is a clear shade of amethyst while the right is milky white and lacking sight, a long claw mark slashing over the face above and below it.

•Personality•

”I carry the torch of my fathers before me.”

The very definition of stoic. Borealis appears unmoved and unconcerned with everything around him. Reserved and overall chilly, his detached demeanor in the face of both enemies and allies alike is somewhat unnerving. He appears to lack warmth for most anyone with the exception of a rare few, his personality matching his icy pelt, but retains a high sense of honor.

Borealis is unlikely to kill without good reason, but his actions in a fight tend to be brutal all the same. Any friends he manages to make who choose to betray his trust will always be viewed with scrutiny and disdain regardless of whether or not their actions are forgiven. An accomplished warrior in his own right, he's proven time and time again he isn't one to be trifled with despite his youth.

Borealis is a proud lion with a stubborn nature, but it may surprise some to learn he is not quite as ruthless as one would suspect and disapproves of his father's brutal ways despite being trained to serve him all his life. Regardless he is unlikely to betray Amenhotep, believing one must always remain true to their kin.

•Backstory•

”The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away.”

Born among the snowy mountains of Lesotho, far from his father’s lands. His mother Calista was the reigning queen, ruling without a mate by her side, unwilling to share her power with a lover. Borealis spent most of his early life with his uncle, as she left him to Theluji's care nearly as soon as she could, ordering the other lionesses to nurse him in her place. Upon reaching his third month of life he was brought to her to train under his mother, as he was her chosen heir. Kept isolated from other cubs, even his own sister Aurora, he spent many years under his mother's tutelage. She taught him to be fierce and kind in equal measures, passing on all her wisdom and combat skills.

As he grew older and was allowed more contact with other lions his age Borealis found Aurora felt nothing more for him than resentment for being the center of their mother's attention, all of her former love for her only sibling forgotten. He distanced himself from her, unwilling to face her hatred. Calista met her death by the time her beloved warrior son was 11 months old, taken down by an illness that couldn't be cured. After her burial ceremony was held Borealis and Aurora were told of their father Amenhotep, the son of a grand king in warmer lands.

Though Borealis was destined to take his mother's place another of Calista's brothers became king instead as he was still too young. Fearing the brutal male might kill any future competition, Theluji took Borealis and Aurora away to live with their father. As both yearlings barely resemble Amenhotep there has been some doubt to the legitimacy of this claim, but Borealis proved an asset. With his mother gone and his sister still unwilling to speak with him Amenhotep became the only kin he had left and he has proven loyal to him time and time again.

•Family•

- Calista | Mother | Deceased -

- Amenhotep | Father | Played by Insert -
He doesn't necessarily agree with him and often finds his father's behavior detestable. Borealis has always been bound by honor and the bonds of kinship however and will do what is asked of him.

- Aurora | Litter Sister | Adoptable -
Even now they are not on good terms. He has given up on reaching out to her.

- Theluji |Maternal Uncle | Deceased -
Theluji lived out the rest of his days in Amenhotep's pride with his niece and nephew. retiring as a respected elder and passing peacefully in his sleep only recently.

•Other Relationships•

Open!

•Theme Song•

Alive - Disturbed.

”Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head. Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.”

•Name•

Malkia.

•Age•

3 years old, 5 months old.

•Gender & Sex•

Cisgender Female.

•Orientation•

Bisexual & Biromantic.

•Rank•

Huntress.

•Census Description•

A limber moonstone lioness of primal felis heritage with spots and striping reminisnet of a king cheetah and a zebra, her eyes a bright cucumber green.

•Appearance•

A lioness of rare heritage indeed, one of only two female primal felis in the entire pride. She sports a moonstone base and bright cucumber green eyes, her nose and pawpads a burnt reddish color. Red tinted fur can vaguely been seen across her back and sides, but is more prominent around the face. A short white mane protects her throat, a splash of gold found along each side of it. Her shoulders and back are shaded onyx and dark markings reminiscent of a king cheetah mark her pelt.

•Personality•

”Death is riding into town with armor. They've come to take all your rights.”

Well-spoken and regal, it's clear from the moment you set eyes upon her this lioness comes from nobility. Filled with quiet determination and a stubborn nature, Malkia's mind is hard to change once she is focused on a goal, though this doesn't mean she's never open to suggestion. To those she trusts Malkia will reveal a more vulnerable side of herself, as she is still quite young and in need of guidance regardless of her steadfast deamnor and intelligence. She is certainly capable of more than one might expect. Primals seem to carry the stigma of being wild and untamed after all.

Strangers will find themselves faced with a distant, yet not unkind lioness whose mere presence seems to demand respect even if she does not voice it so. As others come to know her they will find her gentle and kind, but also fierce and vengeful. She will not hesitate to dispose of a threat with her own claws and teeth if need be, especially protective of cubs and yearlings. Her sights are set on dethroning Amenhotep, undaunted by the troubles ahead and prepared to fight to the death if it means freeing the pride from the tyranny of their mad king.

•Backstory•

Born into a rare one cub litter, Malkia's mother died bringing her into the world. Their father Kifo was infamous for his wicked temper and violent demeanor, hated by even the lions of his own pride. She was nursed and cared for by another broodmother, but both she and her older brother were whisked away from their pride before she was even three months old when one of Kifo's sub males murdered him and a new king rose in his place. A king who destroyed all of his predecessor's children.

Saved by their foster mother, they grew up very far from the land they were birthed within. Firauni grew up always convinced he would be a great king, and Malkia believing she would never be anything more than a huntress. Her brother was often cruel to her, constantly bossing her around and belittling her. When she came of age he gave her away to an allying pride, and that was how the young felis came to become part of Ramses pride. She witnessed the former king's brutal murder at the paws of his own son and the image has been burned into her mind ever since.

•Family•

- Kifo | Father | Deceased -
Malkia remembers little of her father. It is perhaps for the best.

- Uzuri | Mother | Deceased -
Malkia never knew her, Uzuri gone before her eyes ever opened.

- Asha | Foster Mother | Status Unknown -
The only mother Malkia has ever known, and another dear lion she was forced to part from upon being traded. She hopes Asha is well and desperately hopes they will meet again.

- Firauni | Older Brother | Alive -
From the moment they were born these siblings have been at war. Firauni always rough and overbearing, Malkia meeker and passive, but silently resentful. She grew into a whole different lion with Amehotep's pride, strong-willed, confident and powerful. Should they meet again, Firauni will find his dear sister is no longer so easy to push around.

•Other Relationships•

Open!

•Theme Song•

Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold.

”All my friends are heathens, take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know.”

•Name•

Red Eye.

•Age•

2 years, 8 months old.

•Gender & Sex•

Masculine Nonbinary. Physically Male.

•Orientation•

Pansexual & Panromantic.

•Rank•

Citizen.

•Census Description•

A large white, primal smilus lion with a thick mane, swirling ebony stripes and albinoid eyes.

•Appearance•

A large primal smilus male with a thick snow colored pelt and lengthy white mane. Swirling ebony stripes decorate his pelt and his eyes are an unnerving pinkish-red, earning him his name. An onyx ridge marking stretches across his spine and ticks his pale mane. Beneath the thick striping subtle onyx spotting can be found and dark tear lines stretch from below the eye to the chin. His frame is powerful and well-muscled, but he isn't quite as heavy-set as the typical primal and may prove a bit slimmer than some of his half-siblings.

•Personality•

”Please don't make any sudden moves. You don't know the half of the abuse.”

Redeye might be missing a screw or two. When he's not attempting to portray himself as enigmatic and spooky he's a very extroverted character with a habit for ignoring personal space. Easily excitable with an animated way of speaking, his behavior is at times almost cub-like. If left to his own devices he is harmless other than being a tad aggravating as violence isn't the end all answer for him, but his rank within his group often demands bloodshed.

Off duty he's the pride clown. On duty he's...well, he's still a loon, but a smidgen more serious. He loves puns and pranks, having a tendency for telling a joke at exactly the wrong time. Scolding or even assault at the paws of another lion don't appear to do much to deter him. He supports Amenhotep solely because he can't imagine life not being the way it is now. When you are born into a world of cruelty it is sometimes unfathomable to imagine something different, and he also happens to value his own life more than some silly revolution thank you very much.

•Backstory•

Raised to be cruel, but it never quite caught on. He was motherless for as long as he could remember as Roho had abandoned him to Amenhotep's care only a day after he was born. The lioness had no interest in being a mother to one of the king's sons or remaining in the pride, resentful of Amenhotep's womanizing ways and unwilling to share a mate so freely. He was immediately handed off to another broodmother to nurse and care for. His primal heritage saw him trained extensively in combat, but it was always clear the odd youth would rather chase butterflies than guard borders.

•Family•

- Amenhotep | Father | Played by Insert -

- Roho | Mother | Status Unknown -

•Other Relationships•

Open!

•Theme Song•

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots.

Image to come

•Name•
Aris

•Age•
3 Years, 2 Months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Hunter

•Census Description•
A lean primal female with a scarred, wildrose pelt and gentle blue eyes.

•Appearance•
Aris has wildrose colored fur that fades to white on her underbelly and legs. She has an onyx mask and paws, as well as onyx dapple on her upper legs, torso, back, and tail. Distinctively, a white panther like pattern covers her body. Primal, like her father, Aris is naturally larger than normal female lions, but smaller than most female primals; she has the long teeth characteristic of her kind, as well as the short tail and muscular build, if more lean than normal. Her eyes are a gentle blue, and her nose and pawpads are dappled in a butterfly pattern.

Her pelt is marred by several large scars, with more smaller ones hidden underneath. Earned either in spars that were too rough for her or from her displeased father, they make her look much more aggressive than she is.

•Personality•
Aris at heart is a gentle soul. She loves to hunt and rune, and would gladly help out those in need. Her soft-spoken nature makes her easy to get along with, as she prefers talking it out and simply being kind over fighting. This, however, does not sit well with Amenhotep. Because he prefers aggression and strength, she is not one of his favorite children, and often suffers for it. Knowing that not fitting with the pride is hazardous to her health, Aris strives to prove her worth at hunting to protect her own life. Too timid to truly go against him by herself, if there were enough backing to overthrow Amenhotep, she might well take her chances with them; or, if she is really pushed too far from her morals, she may snap and run.

•Backstory•
Born one of two cubs in her litter, Aris was the smaller of the two, despite being the one with the primal mutation. Her mother, Lila, was a proud lioness, and supported Amenhotep’s attempts to train the pair of cubs into powerful warriors. Aris never really fit into that plan, however, being as gentle as she was naturally; she was smart however, smart enough to realize that if she was not useful, she wouldn’t be allowed to stay. So she strove to learn the skills her father taught, even if she was not particularly good at them. Many spars against older cubs resulted in bad losses and scars, and the worse losses earned her a swipe from her father. Eventually, she learned to use her speed to be a more effective fighter, but not before earning the near permanent disappointment and anger of her father.

A notable event during her time as a junior was a patrol that nearly went very wrong; a fire had broken out, and Aris became trapped. Luckily, the Royal Guard,Kaiser, that had lead the patrol had been able to save her. He was rewarded with praise, even as she was somewhat scolded for being careless, but it sparked a close friendship between her and Kaiser. Now she spends most of her time away from the pride’s dens, hunting or simply wandering. Mainly hunting, since that is what she is best at, and what will hopefully keep her safe from her father’s ire.

•Family•
Amenhotep - Father (Alive)
Lila - Mother (Alive)
Shon - Brother (Alive, Adoptable, and open to a name change if you’d like)

•Other Relationships•
Kaiser - Half-brother (Christi)
During an incident with fire on a patrol while she was still a Junior, Aris nearly lost her life; Kaiser freed her from being trapped in the flames just in time, making her forever grateful to him. Thanks to this, the two developed a close relationship, her looking up to him and him being rather protective of her.

Crush: Open~

Open for other relationships as well~

•Other•

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•Name•
Orion

•Age•
3 Year, 11 Months

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
A laidback, moonstone male with henna and onyx markings.

•Appearance•
A moderately sized male, Orion has moonstone colored fur shaded with henna on his back and sides. His face is colored with onyx, as are his legs and tail. His muzzle and toes are white, and some colors his flanks, even as his fur is marbled with more onyx stripes and spots. A flint colored mane grows in a sideburn style, colored henna and ticked with white on top, and onyx under his chin. Deep green eyes are outline with white, and his nose and paw pads are a sandy color. Several scars lightly mar his pelt, earned protecting his pride.

•Personality•
A rather laid back lion, Orion has no desire to cause undue trouble, either by being too aggressive or by revolting. He is likely to simply agree to avoid conflict, though by principle he does not kill those who cannot fight; if they have a fair chance in a duel, then he has no qualms about killing them, male or female. Because of this, he’ll not harm a cub or the elderly. It isn’t as if Orion takes any joy in fighting, but he’s smart enough to understand how the pride works now that Amenhotep is king. Though a strong fighter, he prefers cleverness to claws, and will often banter good naturedly. With plenty of free time on his paws, Orion can sometimes be about as mature as a cub, and enjoys playing with the younger members of the pride.

•Backstory•
Only a cub when his half-brother took over, Orion could not have prevented his rise even if he had wanted to. Not having lived long under his father’s reign, he is only vaguely sure that Amenhotep’s tyranny is wrong. His early life was peaceful and fun, though his mother left the pride when he was old enough to be weaned. Memories of her are foggy, and ones of his father not much better. Training as a Junior under Amenhotep’s reign involved learning much about combat, honing him into quite the skilled fighter. His morals developed based on the older pride members, however, and are the reason he is only a citizen.

•Family•
Ramses - Father (Deceased)
Atema - Mother (Unknown)

•Other Relationships•
Crush: Open
Ehhhh: Amenhotep
Friends: Open
Enemies: Open

•Other•

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•Name•
Adsora

•Age•
1 Year, 1 Month

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Junior

•Census Description•
A reckless and aggressive primal felis female with red, coral, and onyx fur.

•Appearance•
Adsora is a primal of the felis variety, with a cairngorm base that is mostly obscured by her reddish hued markings. Onyx covers her back in marbled patches, and faintly stripes her flank on top of a reddish coral coloration. This color is broken by a white blaze on her face, as well as on her underside. Coral highlights her face and unders, and mixes with onyx on her paws. A red panther pattern overlays this. Her mane is a deep obsidian, slashed with white down the front, red behind her ears, and coral by her face. Eyes the color of deep water contrast with all of the red, while her nose and paw pads add to the color scheme. The most notable scar is a diagonal slash across the bridge of her nose.

•Personality•
Adsora is rather reckless, nearly always acting without thinking; she tends to make up for this with enthusiasm, however, though not necessarily in a morally correct way. Only having ever known the tyranny and aggression under Amenhotep, she seems to have adopted it. Not necessarily cruel, but... she enjoys fighting and drawing blood and bit more than she ought to. Her games as a cub often went too far, and she looks forwards to training. She’s a hard worker, especially if she enjoys her task. Because she looks up to the older lions, especially her father and half-brothers, Adsora is usually hanging around them when not busy, and sometimes (a lot of the time) can get annoying with how many questions she peppers them with about nearly anything. Luckily for them, she can be quickly diverted with some random task.

To •Backstory•
Born in a litter of three, Adsora’s smallest brother died after only a few days of life. She herself was the largest cub, thanks to her primal genes inherited from her father. As she and Dyrin grew, they both would always compete to be the best, turning everything into a competition. Ganging up on other cubs wasn’t uncommon, and they often had to have adult intervention as they would get carried away; though Dyrin wasn’t primal, he was still a large cub. Her mother Irain was a much more mild-tempered lioness, and she worried about how aggressive her cubs seemed to be, but their behavior was encouraged by Amenhotep. Now, Adsora aims to be a powerful lion like her father.

•Family•
Amenhotep - Father (Alive)
Irain - Mother (Alive) [Adoptable]
Dyrin - Brother (Alive) [Adoptable]
Unnamed Cub - Brother (Deceased)

•Other Relationships•
Open


•Other•

•Name•
Nyul

•Name Meaning•
Rabbit

•Age•
1 year and 2 months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Pansexual Panromantic

•Rank•
Junior

•Census Description•
A thin, bob-tailed shedua female with vitiligo and eager earthen eyes

•Appearance•
Nyul is a smaller than average lioness for her age, both in stature and weight. Her build is a result of lack of nutrition in her early infancy, but she has grown a decent musculature under her slight frame. Her shortened tail is not due to a mutation, but because the bone was born badly broken, and her mother decided to bite it off, rather than to let it grow crooked.
Her unusually spotted coat is shiny and well kempt, the fur being short and sleek. Its deep brown base has undertones of gold that show well in the light. The colouring of her pelt lightens as it moves down from her back, her belly and paw tips being nearly ivory in paleness. Her vitiligo flecking creates a contrast of white against the darker parts of her pelt.
Her eyes a large and bright, the earth tone glinting with an obvious enthusiasm.

•Personality•
Since her birth, Nyul has had an uncompromising zest for life. She has a relentless energy that aids not only in her athleticism, but her socialness as well, and tends to be a bit of a jokester. She craves interaction with her fellow pride members, and thrives under emotional and physical affection. Her relationships are very important, and she holds other’s opinions of herself in high regard. Thus, she is a determined young lioness who seeks out achievement in physical feats in order to better the lives of those she cares about. Her need to succeed also makes her a bit of a daredevil, and she has been known to be impulsive when trying to prove herself,
However, her dually playful and rowdy personality can come off as rude or obnoxious. When she feels that another lion dislikes her, she’ll generally act more reserved around them. Despite her seemingly optimistic nature, she is more realistic than it would appear. She just prefers to be spirited, but understands how cumbersome life can be, especially when confronted with with difficult situations.

•Backstory•
The only cub of a rogue lioness, Nyul was born in a scrub territory outside of the pride. She was the result of a fling between her mother and an unknown male, and never had the opportunity to meet him. Nyul’s mother was very young when she had her, being not much older than two years, and had an extreme lack of maternal instinct. As such, her mother showed very little interest in raising her, and nursed her until she was only a month old before abandoning her, deeming her fit to survive on her own as she could walk on her own. This forced Nyul to wean far too early and the lack of nutrition stunted her growth, thus resulting in her below average stature. Not knowing how to hunt yet, she wandered the scrublands, scavenging off of beetles and rotting corpses.
Nyul drifted on her own for about two months, surviving only due to luck in the barren land. When she stumbled into the pride’s territory, brought in by the smell of more promising prospects of food, an elder -now passed- found her and brought her back to the pride. She was accepted because of her sex, and was raised together amongst the nursing females and their cubs. As she grew in the safety of the pride, her love for the group grew as well, her loyalty lying strongest with those her show her kindness. She has only ever lived under Amenhotep’s rule.

•Family•
Mother:
[Unknown name][Status unknown][NPC]
Father:
[Unknown name][Status unknown][NPC]

•Other Relationships (PM me)•
Friends:
Open
Crushes:
N/A + open
Mate:
N/A + needs to be older + interaction and friendship first
Enemies:
N/A

•Other•
-Loves basking in the sun, and will take time out of each day to bathe in its warm light.
-Loves to cuddle and groom her fellow pride mates, regardless of age, gender, or rank, and is happy when the action is returned.
-Has a small appetite, and only eats when necessary
-She’s gonna try and wrestle you, just wait

•RP example•
(short) Dust kicked up from the earth, a small body writhing in the sand. Nyul took pleasure from the warmth in the dunes, but made an absolute mess of her fur in doing so. Finally done with her dust bath, the golden brown female paused and gazed upon the cyan expanse above her, lying on her back contentedly as she rested upon the loose ground.
This was one of her favorite times of the day, the only time where silence and solitude didn’t bother her. She took in the heat of the late afternoon, letting the sun’s rays seep into her fur, her muscles unwinding from the day’s earlier training.
Nyul wasn’t very far from the main settlement of the pride, just at the very edge of earshot, in case she was called for. A small stone was jutting into the bony edge of her hip, and once again she was shuffling in the sand, making her pelt even more ragged than it already was. She flipped onto her side so she was facing the rest of the pride, and the distant figure of a lion padding in her direction caught her attention. Moving back onto her paws from her very recently acquired relaxation, she shook the dust and debris from her fur. Her tongue grazed over her chest in an attempt to appear presentable, and when she settled on her appearance, she leisurely went to meet her pridemate.   

•Name•
Fajin (Jin)

•Age•
1 year, 10 months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Hetero

•Rank•
Junior

•Census Description•
A young Umber pelted female, prone to isolating herself from others.

•Appearance•
Her pelt almost looks singed, a dark charcoal from the top of her head down along her back that gradates into warm, rich burnt umber color, finally ending with soft cream undersides. Across the top of her are light colored specks, dappling her dark hue. Although faint, she carried spotted markings similar to Amenhotep all over her body. Her colors however resemble her mother Valor, though more saturated. Bizarrely, her eyes don't resemble either of her parents. A silvery white, they stand out from her darker colored pelt accented by the fiery colored spots above her eyes.
Beneath her pelt a collection of thick muscle, built for strength and brute force. She doesn't share the lean, graceful frame her mother does, instead baring the muscle of her father. She will never reach his strength or size, but it's rather obvious who her genetics favor.

•Personality•
Fajin tends to remain reserved from her fellow pride mates. Even from a young age, she isolated herself from the other cubs. The only lion she'd had any attachment to was her mother, often following her around as a cub, but since becoming a Junior, it was no longer acceptable to be following the Queen around. Despite Valor's constant influence, she doesn't share the same optimism. The hushed whispers among the pride having sewn distrust in her.

Despite her skepticism of her pride mates, she's knows better than to disobey or question their commands. Biting her tongue, she does as she's told and most don't worry too much about spewing secrets with around, well aware she has little reason to mouth of to someone else.

•Backstory•
Born to King Amenhotep and Queen Valor along with a sister, she saw first hand the cruelty felt at her father's claws despite others trying to convince the young one's otherwise. Unlike Fajin, her sister Ferra was much more outgoing. Fajin lived in her shadow, but never saw anything wrong with it.

When they pair were about 6 months old, Ferra had convinced her that they could go explore beyond the pride. Sneaking off, they became enthralled with all the new sights and smells. They wandered a bit too far and were snagged by a starving hyena. The two were defenseless. Grabbing Ferra by her scruff, it slung her about like a rag doll. Fajin had tried to help her sister, biting onto the predator's leg only to get it;s attention turned on her. By then members of the pride had recognized their absence and went in search of the two. By the time they'd been found and had chased off the hyena, Ferra was beyond help, body already limp and lifeless. Fajin was left with a few scars on her back where it had tried to scrape her off, but would live.

It was after the traumatizing loss of her sister that she shut herself off from the others, reluctant to ever leave her mother's side. She blamed herself for the death of young Ferra and wouldn't leave the sanctity of the pride again until over a year old. Though she never tried to connect with another member of the pride, her guilt over her sister urged her to become a sort of makeshift brood mother, watching over any cubs when she had the chance, afraid others would wander off as she and Ferra had.

•Family•
Amenhotep/father/alive
Valor/mother/alive
Ferra/sister/deceased

•Other Relationships•
She never tried to form relationships, but would be open to it.

•Theme Song•
I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young

•Other•
What else?

“I die, as I have lived, a free spirit, an Anarchist, owing no allegiance to rulers, heavenly or earthly.”
― Voltairine de Cleyre

NAME

Rakta

AGE

13 years, 8 months

GENDER

Male

ORIENTATION

Homosexual

RANK

Elder

CENSUS DESCRIPTION

An elusive character, physically capable despite his old age.

APPEARANCE

Rakta’s frame is lithe, with a defined musculature and jutting bone. His fur is matted and a deep red, with a grey to onyx gradient. His heavy mane is matching, and although thinning, is still thick against his body. His pelt is lashed with many scars and bite marks from past skirmishes. Rakta’s intense eyes are a hetero alteration of black and white.

PERSONALITY

Rakta is a secretive lion, surrounded by rumor and hearsay. He is nonverbal and non-confrontational, leaving the physically demanding work to his younger pride mates. Intelligent and poised, this elder holds himself with a sort of aloof and uncaring nature that demands respect. He is prone to being blunt when addressing others, disregarding their emotions and feelings as “not his problem”. Being described by most as a diabolical, unfeeling sociopath, Rakta’s brutal honesty is one of his best traits. He despises self pity and finds it difficult to empathize with others, let alone tolerate their mercurial, overly-sensitive mentality. Although his morals may be warped, Rakta does not insinuate conflict unless provoked, and will usually keep to himself. He is rational, independent, and scornful with no concern for others.

BACKSTORY

Rakta was born into the reign of Ramses' father, but never was a fan of monarchism. He tends to be absent from his pride for many long periods, disappearing without warning. His views were not very popular, but nonetheless he practiced a rebellious lifestyle against the royals and their tactics for governing Mother Nature. He and his sister had similar opinions, but Uasi was more tolerant of the lions' ways. She sought to coexist, while Rakta revolted and yearned for anarchy. The only lion he trusts is his nephew, whose allegiance is to the Rebellion.

FAMILY

Jhene - Nephew

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

N/A

THEME SONG

G.O.M.D

VOICE

Hank Voight

RP SAMPLE

The lions barbed tongue slid out to gingerly rasp over the dark fur of his front left paw, cleansing the lesion there which was oozing with blood. The metallic tang on his tastebuds was a solemn reminder of the death of his sister. It wasn’t so much that he missed her. Instead, it was the fact that she left her overly optimistic homunculi of a son under his care. The damn cub must’ve had a death wish, because this was the third time this week Rakta had to save his ass from completely avoidable dangerous circumstances. Oh, the things he did for family. The little runt better be grateful, for not only did Rakta put his life on the line for him (the only selfless thing he’ll ever do for anyone), but he also did his best to steer the overgrown sperm onto the right track. If it weren’t for his uncle, Jhene would be just like every other organism on this planet; hyper-emotional, clingy, hysterical, bird-brained cretins.

The large lion could feel the muscles in his shoulders cramp when he gradually rose to all fours, a small grunt escaping through clenched jaws. “Agh...I’m getting too old for this shit.”