•Name•
Nekhebit

•Age•
15 years

•Gender & Sex•
Transgender Female

•Orientation•
Lesbian

•Rank•
Elder

•Census Description•
An old black and white lioness with faint stripes and instigative tendencies.

•Appearance•
In her prime, Nekhebit was tall, broad, and sturdy, all dense muscle covering a strong frame. Now, that massive skeleton only serves to emphasize the decline she's in. What was once bulk is now withered and wiry, too much skin draped across a too-large skeleton with aching joints and creaking bones. Despite this, she still carries herself with all the confidence and assuredness of her youth, bar a slight limp favoring her front left paw. Her pelt is fairly simple, a dark ebony that fades through grey stripes to white paws, with lighter splashes also on her chest and face.

•Personality•
Nearly certain that she's seen just about all there is to see in her long life, Nekhebit is seldom surprised and even less often afraid. The one obstacle she struggles to surmount is boredom, which threatens to smother her during her retirement. Determined not to lounge about uselessly until she ages to death, then, she involves herself in any of the pride's activities that she can, making herself useful while trying to find something new and exciting to occupy her before it too becomes banal. This pursuit of engagement is her priority, and can outstrip her empathy or common sense if left unchecked; she has a history of impulsive decision-making that can put herself or others in harm's way for the sake of a thrill.

•Backstory•
Though she was born into the pride, she has spent surprisingly little of her life in the pridelands. She would spend months at a time traveling the land beyond the territory, getting into all manner of trouble in her wanderings. Despite this, she doesn't care much for storytelling, keeping most of her experiences to herself. It took a nearly-fatal run-in with some poachers that her paw never fully recovered from to finally keep her home, conveniently just a year before Amenhotep's coup. By and large, she stayed out of the pride's politics, finding them far too boring to be worth the danger inherent in them. But in recent years, as a sedentary lifestyle begins to take its toll, perhaps her bar for excitement has been lowered, as she has thrown in her lot with the revolution, offering Amenhotep's opponents what support she can give.

•Family•
Half-sibling of Ramses.
She doesn't have any living immediate family- if she ever had any cubs, they're not in this pride.

•Other Relationships•
Open!





•Name•
Persica

•Age•
5 years

•Gender & Sex•
Cisgender Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Civilian

•Census Description•
A golden-colored lioness dedicated to keeping herself and her cubs safe in a time of turmoil.

•Appearance•
Persica could be said to resemble a peach- soft, golden, and easily bruised. Her pelt is gold, in some places fading to a blush-pink hue, and with distinctive barring against stark white extremities. Matched with blue-green eyes, she gives a crisp, dainty impression, one which her small frame and usually demure body language complete. She isn't particularly well-muscled or strong, but also not terribly fast or agile, if anything tending to fall on the softer side.

•Personality•
Most of the time, Persica seems rather haggard, owing both to her rather poor health and to her rather depressed disposition. She tends toward defeatism and pessimism, though usually not quite to the point of paranoia- she merely tends to expect things to go wrong, and in an arguably self-fulfilling cycle, they often do. Generally, she keeps to herself, not wishing to bother others with her low-spirited presence.
However, since she bore Drupe and Ackee, her inclination has shifted from sullenly withdrawn to defensively so, with the notable exception of trying to appeal as best she can to anyone in authority over her. She is fiercely and proactively protective of her cubs; they drive her to simultaneously push away any she perceives as harmful to their development, and to try to cozy up with anyone she wants to look upon them favorably.

•Backstory•
When Ramses died in the last coup, Persica was just coming of age, and she sharply recalls the turmoil it brought and the lives that were lost. It impressed upon her the importance of not thinking of rising above her station, and the safety of going unnoticed, and these were the principles by which she led her life. A sickly cubhood left her a mediocre huntress and fighter at best, but she didn't mind that much at all- she rather appreciated not standing out in a crowd. It did, however, become a problem when she decided to begin trying for cubs. Perhaps it was a matter of bad genes, or the sicknesses she'd experienced when younger, but it was with upsetting consistency that she was plagued by miscarriages, or the lethal deformities of those cubs she did manage to carry to term. Only her most recent litter- and even then, only two of the cubs in it- has been healthy and lively, and after a history of personal tragedy so far as family went, her world has suddenly recentered not around herself but around her cubs.

•Family•
Drupe and Ackee are her cubs.

•Other Relationships•
Open!





•Name•
Drupe

•Age•
5 months

•Gender & Sex•
Designated male at birth; gender identity is up in the air. He/him pronouns for now.

•Orientation•
Uncertain.

•Rank•
Litters

•Census Description•
A spotted brown cub driven by naive curiousity.

•Appearance•
In brief, Drupe is not much to look at.
At length, his fur is a dingy brown that catches no eyes, and he's on the small side compared to most other cubs his age. The grey spots on his pelt call to mind his father, and large clumsy paws imply that he might reach a more impressive size given time, but for now he is an unimpressive bundle of fur.

•Personality•
Having spent his entire- albeit short- life being fussed over by an overprotective mother, Drupe has developed a passionate interest in just about anything outside of the nursery. It is a broad, nonspecific curiousity, notably. Things catch his interest not because he particularly cares for them, but because they're just new and different, whatever they are! He is, however, particularly enchanted with meeting new lions, given that his mother has allowed him to socialize infrequently at best.

•Backstory•
Like a blank canvas waiting to be illustrated, Drupe's life story is nondescript but certain to become of interest given the tumultuous time of his childhood. So far, though, most of his life has been spent either at his mother's teat or roaming about the nursery. Only recently has he been deemed old enough for so much as climbing shrubs and pouncing on beetles (though he's taken to such activities avidly).

•Family•
His mother is Persica, his brother is Ackee, and his father is the king, Amenhotep.

•Other Relationships•
None yet, but I'm open to friendships and cub-crushes and such!

•Other•

Adult Appearance




•RP Sample•
It was on a lazy afternoon five weeks after his birth that Persica decided Drupe was ready to leave the nursery.
It wouldn't be for long, of course- a few minutes to explore the clearing outside of the den, maybe watch the clouds, and then he'd be safely back inside. And she would be watching him like a hawk- and watching for any hawks, she quickly added to herself.
She huffed, exasperated with herself- the shift of her torso caused Drupe to nearly fall off of her belly where he was climbing atop her, and his claws shot out like little thorns to dig into her fur and stabilize himself.
"You're poking me." It itched more than hurt, but she chastised him gently. It wouldn't do for him to learn bad manners so early on.
"Sorry," he apologized, retracting them and sliding sideways off of her down to the dirt floor of the den, landing with a soft thump. Persica propped herself up on one foreleg to lean over and nose him to his feet.
"I've got a surprise for you." She licked his cheek- it ended up being more the entire side of his head, in truth- before starting to rise to her feet while the cub beside her let his eyes widen and ears perk.
His mouth opened, but his question cut off with an excited squeak as she took him delicately in her jaws and lifted him from the ground, noting proudly how heavy he was getting. And she carried him through the nursery den, and to the mouth of it, and set him down just where the trampled-down grass gave way to sandy, dug-out soil.
For a long moment, he stayed there in a heap, eyes pinched tight shut against the sun and body hunkered down low to the ground.
"Open your eyes."
"It's bright," he replied matter of factly.
"... Yes. That's the sun."
"The sun's bright."
"Don't look at the sun, then, darling. Look down at the ground. Can you feel what's under your paws? That's grass."
Despite her coaxing, Drupe remained in place, a small ball of fur stubbornly refusing to move. She laid back one ear, not sure whether to be bemused or confused, while making a cavalier effort not to worry.
The effort failed, of course- was this normal? Were all cubs shy like this at his age? Should she have waited longer to show him outside- should she have done it sooner? Worry rushed over her like a flash flood of anxiety, and she took quiet, deep breaths to try to ground herself. No. Drupe was fine. Just a little shy. She was shy when she was young! This was fine. He just needed some encouragement.
Suddenly, she let out a gasp, as if startled or frightened. The moment Drupe heard it, his eyes snapped open and he pushed himself up off the ground on stubby little cub legs, unsteady but surprisingly fast given his clumsiness.
She purred, "I got you."
Somewhere inside him, Drupe was vaguely indignant. But the feeling was vastly overshadowed by a much greater one. The sky was a crisp, clear blue absolutely abounding with sunlight, which was only sparsely broken by the starkest white clouds in the sky. And below this bright, warm sky was a brighter and warmer world, with grass waving in the wind on the horizon line, trees standing up against the flatness of the savannah, birds drifting lazily overhead.
And it was a long moment as he sat down and took it in.

•Name•

•Age•

•Gender & Sex•

•Orientation•

•Rank•

•Census Description•

•Appearance•

•Personality•

•Backstory•

•Family•

•Other Relationships•

•Theme Song•

•Other•

•RP Sample•

"I think I might be scared
Of the man and the men with their hands inside
And the women, oh, the women all they do is cry
And I, well I lose my mind"

•Name•
Efe

•Age•
5 years - 2 months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heteroflexible - Biromantic

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
A mute coloured and demeanored lioness with inviting honeydew eyes.

•Appearance•
Featuring a white underbelly and a tan nacre overcoat, as well as a moderately toned bodice, Efe is nothing striking to look at. The only things that make this female anymore than average is the graying in her pelt and the residual cub spots that have yet to leave her unmarked. For this she remains a paradox, an oddity. Both her raggedness and her childishness presented before an observant eye.

•Personality•
Amiable - [+]
Inclined to please and be pleased, Efe always starts conversations with a chipper face and a light-hearted mood. Her acts are not self-aggrandizing in nature, despite her mother's influence on her through the years. So the female's untroubled, beatific grin is "grievously" innocent in that regard.
Rustic/Unrefined/Undisciplined - [/]
She's as unsophisticated as she looks. This lion particularly enjoys crude parades in the mud when she's alone, all the more evident by the caked sheets on her stomach and chest. Grass chewing is also a habit of hers when she gets the chance to zone out and take an anything but tentative nibble. Anyone who doesn't share in her interests typically bewilders her.
Submissive/Weak-willed/Fickle - [-]
Not one to question authority or to brawl, Efe stands down and lets berating and difference of opinion rain down on her. This hesitation has granted her minimal scars, but is hardly beneficial otherwise. Her beliefs are sometimes even washed out of her and replaced all by herself, needing instinctively to appease anyone who commands her. She's mostly this way as to not cause any upset.
Enervated/Lethargic - [-]
You can always find her sleeping, whether it be halfway off an outcropping or on a thin log, it doesn't matter to her. If there's a want, there's a way.
Escapist - [-]
When distressed, the pride member will sink into her own mind to resume life in the stories she comes up with.

•Backstory•
Efe is the making of one selfish, opportunistic mother and a highly regarded king's cousin who was grieving over the loss of a pride mate.

There was no maddening love before or after her birth, only thoughtless desire on both ends. Regardless, they raised her as best they could. Her mother fronted her around, speaking of how she was regal and fit to be so. As the years went on, the group was invaded and overtaken, her mother dying with it. She left soon after, wandering before finding this pride with the current leader.

•Family•
N/A

•Other Relationships•
Open, my dudes!

•Theme Song•
N/A

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
Jaded, blank eyes held strong to the beauty of the eventide, gloomy colours dowsing her in another wave of exhaustion from the long day of prattling with those who would entertain her. The sickly sweet feeling of her drying throat made her crack another smile. A painful, cramped smile, but still one nonetheless. It took her a while for her to get away from reminiscing and make her stiff way towards a respectable puddle and lap out of it, the cloudy water soothing the aching but leaving with it an aftertaste that soured her throat. Swallowing excessively in a feeble attempt to rid the smack to her taste buds, Efe reared from the hole in the ground and plodded a distance away where she could comfortably relax again. This time she went off course to the right to find herself under the shade of a sturdy acacia, resting her head on it.

[Sorry for how short the RP sample is, didn't know what to RP about.]

"They Think I'm Crazy, But They Don't Know The Feeling"
•Name•
Kirron

•Age•
13 yrs

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Bi Sexual/Homoromantic

•Rank•
Elder

•Census Description•
A blood stained white and blue lion stares at you from the shadows.

•Appearance•
Kirron is a white and blue lion with a onyx and blue mane, his pelt bloodstained from when he was a royal guard. He remarkably doesn't have any scars from the countless lives he's taken, but he can recall every injury he has received as well as every life he has taken in defense of his pride. His blue and brown eyes have a tendency to look like ice and blood in certain lights, coupled with his pitch black claws that are always razor sharp, as well as his muscled frame, he is very intimidating. His tongue, strangely enough, is pitch black to match his mane, something other creatures find unnerving.

•Personality•
Kirron has avoided many potential battles in his life time, thanks to his silver tongue and sharp mind. He has a photographic memory as well as very good deduction skills. He is very calm and collected with a flirty undertone when it comes to females, although when he is with males he is cocky. He tends to be very observant, preferring to sit on the sidelines and watch people. He loves getting into people's minds and messing with them, doing anything possible to do so. Thankfully, there is only one way to piss him off; disrespect those he sees above you on the chain of command. Unfortunately, he sees himself above everyone, except one lion who unfortunately is no longer present in the world. Only when he becomes attached with you will he allow you to see past the facade he presents, showing just how broken he is. People often compare him to a king, what with his tendency to take command when he feels it necessary and being able to make people submit to him.

•Backstory•
((TBD))

•Family•
Mother- Sun (Deceased)
Father- Unknown (Unknown)
Siblings- N/A
Offspring- N/A

•Other Relationships•
N/A (Open)

•Theme Song•
My Demons- Starset

•Other•
What else?

•RP Sample•
(From a dragon RP)
Falling from the heavens wasn't something Constalation would suggest one experienced, especially not when you aren't meant to be in the world in the first place. Despite the terror gripping her light, she imagined she looked quite odd to those below, most likely being mistaken for a meteorite, what with her dark body enveloped in flames and hurtling much faster then normally possible for a dragon.
Now, it wasn't the fall the young star was worried about, no, it was what happened next. When her form finally collided with the mountain it caused a sizable rock slide to commence and bury her almost completely. If it hadn't been for her reflexes and the fact that her body was created to withstand the vacuum of space, she would have been crushed under the large boulders.

"The Message Coming From My Eyes Says Leave Me Alone"

•Name•
Soren

•Age•
5 Years 6 Months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bi Romantic, Heterosexual

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
A red and black lioness glares at any who pass the nursery.

•Appearance•
Soren is an average sized lioness with pitch black eyes and long black claws. Her legs have red and white stripes while her body is mainly black with red spots and stripes. At first glance she is rather pretty, not overly beautiful, bot not ugly either, perhaps slightly above average. She often lays out in the sun outside the nursery, having found she enjoys helping with the cubs more then dealing with her older clan mates.

•Personality•
There isn't one word that can describe Soren. She is standoffish and easily irritated when dealing with the older lions and lionesses, but she is the most caring female when it comes to the cubs under her care. Because of her preference for the cubs she is usually found near or in the nursery, leaving only to grab things for the nests, or to feed herself. She hopes to have a family of her own, but needs to find the right lion before she does so.

•Backstory•
((TBD))

•Family•
Mother- Storm (Deceased)
Father- Bear (Deceased)

•Other Relationships•
((Open))

•Theme Song•
The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army (Glitch Mob Remix)

•Other•
What else?

•RP Sample•
(Above)

•Name•
Kifo [Meaning: Death in Swahili]

•Age•
2 years, 7 months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual ('Straight')

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
A yellow gaze glitters through the light, revealing an aggressive looking female.

•Appearance•
Kifo
Kifo is a natural beauty, a Felis with an ice colored mane. She has white lace and yellow eyes, full as the moon and dark with pain and aggressiveness. Her body, lithe and sleek, shows strong muscles, promising a strong and agile opponent in battle. Her tail, stubbed and tufted, is soft and fluffy, unlike her fur, which is wiry and scratchy. She has white speckles, dotting her ice colored back tips.

Her skin, dark mocha, is raw and worn, and is scarred. It looks painful, but her paws carry her better than a cub's would. Her claws are strong like iron and tipped sharply, like she sharpens them daily. Her legs, white and brown mottled, are muscular, and sturdy, holding up her tall form.

•Personality•
Cold and aggressive, Kifo is very well-trained in battle. She loves to tussle, but is kind of condescending. She is also extremely uninterested in having any social life, besides the occasional chat, but she is otherwise usually very moody and prefers to be left alone.

•Backstory•
Kifo was born into a normal mother, until she died when Kifo was 6 moons/months old. That hit Kifo very hard, and she swore to betray her mother's death. She spent moons training, training to become a Hunter. But that never came. She never got her 'deserved' rank, and she swears to never fall down to the king that passed the chance to have a powerful huntress.

•Family•
Antelope ~ Mother ~ Deceased ~ Loved
??? ~ Father ~ Unknown ~ Hated [OPEN]

•Other Relationships•
Kifo is a very cold and unforgiving female, seeming as if she'd never love again, but if you think you can become her successor, please PM me! <3

•Theme Song•
Sam Smith - Too Good At Goodbyes (Cover/Lyrics)

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
I've roleplayed with you all before, but would like to give a sample anyway.

[Picture Link]

“Nobody wants to be forgotten but not everyone wants to be remembered.”

•Name•
Subira

•Age•
4 years 9 months

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Demisexual

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
Subira- A seemingly quiet lioness with deep sapphire eyes and a passion for details.

•Appearance•
With a lithe yet agile body, Subira appears as a demure and obedient lioness of the pride. Her sienna base coloring is barely recognizable through her layers of markings. A darkened onyx crest and onyx lace cover the top of her body from the base of her tail to her nose. With unholy lace, mahogany paws, and blazing unders markings, Subira’s pelt holds the rays of sunset with a fiery red to soft orange gradient from her face down to the tip of her paws. Her tail, on the other end, starts with a light orange and darkens into a deep blazing red. Her mane is long and silky due to her regular grooming after eating. Some old training scars are barely noticeable on the lioness’s silky mane. One resides on her right shoulder and another rests on her right hip. The final one, and most noticeable, is along her tail. Her eyes are sapphire blue and are almost always easy to read despite the depth to them.

“It would be in your best interest to remember that the quietest of the pride can be the most fearsome when provoked.”
•Personality•
Subira is a calm and collected lioness who thrives best under pressure with her level head. She is usually last to speak her mind and considers the faithful trust of the pride over anything else. Because of these traits and her lithe body frame, she is often passed over in pride matters and in normal conversations. She doesn't mind this, as she prefers to sunbathe and explore more than anything else. Subira pays more attention to the little details within pride life than the overall tension. She enjoys watching others and observing hunts when invited. She is very detail-oriented and would rather focus on changing little things in the pride than overruling their king. Though it may seem she is a quiet and compliant member, it is best to remember that sometimes the quiet ones are the scariest and most fearsome when provoked.

•Backstory•
Subira was born in the pride along with brother Decebal and sister Rajani. Her mother, Gerel, was a kind and sweet lioness, but none of the cubs knew her, for she died when they were born. None of the cubs felt bad about this, for their father, Krishna, was in their lives from the beginning to train them to be the best lions they could be for their king. Both her siblings were born with the primal mutations; however, Subira was not. Because of her father’s desire to only produce primal offspring, Subira had to work ten times as hard to prove herself to him to no avail. Once she was an adult, Subira stopped trying to impress and please her father and focused instead on the growing tension in the pride. Subira's brother Decebal and sister Rashni died in an attack from another pride, leaving Subira alone with her father. Due to her father’s temperament and vicious personality, Subira focused on listening to others instead of engaging in any matters unless asked directly.

•Family•
Krishna | Father | Alive
Gerel | Mother | Deceased
Rashni | Sister | Deceased
Decebal | Brother | Deceased

•Other Relationships•
[Open]
Subira is a collected and distant lioness with not a thought of producing cubs for the pride. Any lion wishing to claim her will have to bide his time.

•Theme Song•

Walking in the Air by The Clifton Village Handbell Ringers
[Youtube Link]

•Other•
Her favorite food is otter.

•RP Sample•
We have not met (Hello!). The following is part of a book I am writing (trying to at least).

The school of fish swam in their regular pattern, weaving through the water with confident strokes as they moved together as one. Given the descent of the sun, there were barely any streaks of sunlight left to light up the ocean and its floor. A large black object, almost twenty feet long, cruised lazily above the school of fish. Despite the large object’s slow movement, the hundreds of tiny creatures scurried away for their lives. The sun’s last few rays gave small light to reveal the slow predator. The fading light reflected off of the great white shark as it swam lazily through its waters, circling back to its home. It dipped deeper into the sea until it came upon its destination: a sunken ship that had become a reef over the centuries.

With the rise of the moon and its light, an eerie blue-silver glow encompassed the ship. The ship was from centuries ago, dating back over fifteen hundred years ago. It was an old Chinese warship, over four hundred feet long. The sails were all but gone, the salt of the sea having destroyed anything left of them. The bulk of the ship was intact, but there were holes large enough for whale sharks to fit through. The great white sank down into the inside of the ship. The magnificent predator cruised lazily as it protected its territory when it heard a sudden noise. The noise felt like powerful wave of rushing water slamming against the shark’s senses. After the great white got over the daze, it swiveled its tail and fins to head for it. As it swam with smooth speed, the shark’s body bobbed side to side as it swam, its large powerful mouth agape slightly to reveal its rows of razor teeth. Its glassy black eyes waited for movement and found some, causing it to circle back before heading in the direction, slipping through a charred hole in the deck.

[Will most likely add more details on her bio and personality later on.]
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[Picture Link]
If the link does not work, here is the url:
http://lioden.com/wardrobe.php?c=96iKpqzme8

“Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.”

•Name•
Krishna

•Age•
10 years

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
Krishna-A cold and vicious lion with a desire to crush anyone who stands in the king’s way.

•Appearance•
Krishna is a large, muscular primal lion despite his age. His mane length is shorter than most, making his whole appearance more savage than normal. The mane being bloodbourne does not help either. The bloodbourne coloring spreads to his body with the same color belly marking. His dark red pelt and onyx ends make him look imposing to those against him, even without his primal teeth that protrude from his mouth. His body is covered in various scars from training juniors, fighting against enemies, and simple mishaps. The most visible ones run along both of his shoulders, long single slashes that are barely healed. The other more visible ones are deep scratch marks that run along closer to his spine. The longest, and perhaps worst, wound is on his left side. It extends from the back of his leg (what would be considered our elbow) to the middle of his bottom left side. The rest of the scars and wounds have been healed and covered by his long dark fur, though his green eyes gleam with their non-physical presence.

“The most dangerous thing in a pride is not its king, but the ones who do not understand pride law.”
•Personality•
Krishna is a cold and temperamental lion who would do anything to ensure his king’s rule. He has never been afraid to voice his opinion and shut down any whispers in the air. Krishna would rather fight than talk for any occasion, and is often seen ready to pounce on anyone who angers him. He cares only for primals, seeing the genetic marking as superior than any others. In turn, his daughter Subira disgusts him, especially with her demure and quiet nature. Krishna is deeply loyal to their king, often praising him for outdoing his father before him. He constantly reminds the pride that their king’s word is law, and that any disagreements would have severe results.

•Backstory•
Though born during the reign of Ramses, Krishna is a loyal lion to Amenhotep. Many ask how he could be, and he answered to all of them the same: “Pride law is something to follow, not question.” He has always been adamant about pride law, as well as producing only the best offspring for his king (primals). His first mate produced three healthy cubs, though they later died during a hunting incident. This was the beginning of the shift in his personality and the start of his temperament. His next mate, Gerel, produced three healthy cubs. Krishna was thrilled until he realized that one was not a primal. The addition to Gerel’s passing pushed Krishna to become a harsh and cruel lion who demanded the best out of everyone, especially his cubs. He was extremely harsh to his daughter Subira, who was not born with the primal trait. Despite this, Krishna was technically happy until his two primal cubs died in battle against another pride. His patience is transparent now, and he has no hesitation shredding anyone who stands in his king’s way, even a fellow pride member. Krishna’s happiness became tied with Amenhotep’s, leaving little room for him to tolerate his demure daughter and anyone else who denied pride law.

•Family•
Lani | Mother | Deceased
Jaroslaw | Father | Deceased
Tyyne | Sister | Deceased
Lorcan | Son | Deceased
Charon | Son | Deceased
Chanda | Daughter | Deceased
Rajani | Daughter | Deceased
Decebal | Son | Deceased
Subira | Daughter | Alive

•Other Relationships•
Gerel | Mate | Deceased
[Open]

•Other•
He always eats after his king. (Assuming there’s no rule that the king has to eat last or something.)

•RP Sample•
Hello again! I figured I’d put a different sample for this one.

It was cold.

That was her first thought as she slipped through the streets of the small indigenous village. There were no street lamps, no heaters radiating that sweet warmth on this cold winter night, nothing. She could understand why at least. They wanted to keep to their traditions, not succumb to the world of technology that had overtaken everyone's lives. She understood living as primal humans.

After all, that's how she lived. Nomadic.

She brought her cloak tighter around, her blistered feet slushing through the cold white powder on the ice-bitten cement. She let out a relieved breath at the sight beyond the village, the weak sun barely able to make it look welcoming with small hues of sunlight turning the top of the trees almost golden. She had been walking and walking through small villages for days, and she almost collapsed onto the undergrowth as she entered the forest. She took in a deep breath, relishing in the rich scent of the new forest. It was so different from her home, but she could still taste some familiar odors on the breeze, giving her a brand new comfort she hadn't felt for months. She sat down, easily concealed by the undergrowth and bushes of the lush forest. She never imagined one such as this existed. She looked around excitedly, wondering if she could finally make a home here.

A twig snapped somewhere nearby, making the young woman turn her head in that direction, already fearing the worst. She pleaded silently to anyone who was listening up above, praying they had not found her again so soon. She was so sure she had lost them in that town a week ago. She stood quickly, her eyes darting back and forth, trying to find a scent or sight of anything. She only smelled the forest, and it confused her. She was downwind of whatever was out there. She whirled around and paused, her eyes widening at the sight of the man.

He was tall, lean, and completely shirtless. Fiery red tattoos were etched on almost every part of his skin. His eyes were cold, collected, and he had a sword pointed at her with an expert hand. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” he growled, tensing up.

She stared at him blankly, wondering if he was just an illusion. She had been in an illusion forest before, and it had helped her lose them last week; but he did not look like an illusion. His sword surely was real. She swallows nervously, her eyes darting around wildly. Her hood covered her hair and left her face in shadows, but her golden eyes were easily spotted. “Um, I'm just... passing through,” she speaks quickly, her voice quivering. She didn't have the strength left to fight and she wasn't going to transform.

After all, shifters didn't last long in this world.

•Name•
Barota

•Age•
5 Years

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Female

•Orientation•
Massive Lesbian

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
A snarky lioness with zebra-like stripes

•Appearance•
A base of blended reds and light blues with an overlay of zebra stripes and white blaze. She has a handful of scars from failed mating attempts. Her only accessory is a tuft of rabbit's fur tied to her tail.

•Personality•
Sharp as a tack with a tongue to match. She's cheeky at best and snarky at worst. She won't take talk-back and and carries grudges to the grave. The only thing that lessens her biting words is fear, and she fears the king. She may have attitude, but she won't let that get her killed.

•Backstory•
From outside the pride, she joined back in Ramses' day at the age of 1 year. She's stayed with the pride even after it was taken over by Amenhotep, but her patience is wearing thin. She's not fond of their new king but terrified of being killed before she can escape.

•Family•
None that she knows

•Other Relationships•
Open

•Other•
WHERE ARE THE SECRETS INSERT I KNOW YOU'VE WRITTEN THEM SOMEWHERE I K N O W

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•Name•
Mkali

•Age•
9 Years

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Female

•Orientation•
Homoflexible

•Rank•
Citizen

•Census Description•
An unpredictable red lionesses

•Appearance•
A red lioness with a black hood pattern and white speckles over her rump and unders. She wears rabbit bone bracelets and a rabbit skull necklace. Her amber eyes have an intense and not-quite-there look to them. She's covered in nicks and scars.

•Personality•
Motherly and loving towards the pride. She adores them all and treats the younger members with the care she'd show to her own cubs. Or at least, that's how she used to be.The new king's reign broke something in her. He killed her cubs, deeming them unfit for the pride. She quickly became closed off and violent, small things setting her off. Though more than capable of leaving, she refuses to, not until she sees Amenhotep take his last breath.

•Backstory•
Joined the pride in Ramses' day and added many cubs to their ranks. Once Amenhotep took over, she ran all but the cubs out, hoping to spare them from the new king's iron paw. Her cubs were killed before they were old enough to leave. She regrets their deaths bitterly and blames herself for not protecting them.

•Family•
Children (Alive and dead)

•Other Relationships•
Open

•Theme Song•
Dog Teeth - Nicole Dollanganger (Trigger warning for rape in second verse)
Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

•Other•
She's my good girl

"After the fall we'll be born, born, born again
After it all blows away"

•Name•
Nyusi (means "eyebrows" in Swahili)

•Age•
1 year, 2 months

•Gender & Sex•
Cisgender male

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Junior

•Census Description•
Nyusi- An ambitious Dwarf with distinctive facial markings and speckled fur

•Appearance•
Large for a Dwarf but still small for a regular lion, Nyusi finds himself at the midway point of being socially acceptable among his peers. His distinctive, speckled fur, covering cream stripes along his flank, would typically be the first thing to grab others' attention, until they see his face- and then, of course, see why he's called Nyusi. Nyusi's gorgeous Hazel eyes are overshadowed by two rounded strips of coloring right above them, giving him the constant appearance of being angry, or perhaps more tamely, as though he's determined. As Nyusi ages, the strips become more distinct, combining with his speckled fur to create a fuller, arched look, giving off an appearance of constantly being offended by the world around him.

•Personality•
Between his 'eyebrows' and his stubby legs, you wouldn't be the first (or the last) to assume that this Dwarf has a Napoleon complex. This, however, could not be further from the truth. Nyusi does have the nebulous dream of being 'some kind of leader', but he isn't after power. Nyusi is a kind, gentle soul, interested deeply in the crafting of herbs and in the treatment of ailing lions. He's happy where he is, but his goals for the future- to become higher-up- are based purely in a want to help others. Aside from this, Nyusi is as rambunctious as you'd expect a young teen to be, running head-first on stubby legs into a world that he's ready to conquer...but, uh, not literally conquer, of course. He'd never dream of challenging his great clan leader, nope! Nuh-uh! Never! Ok, maybe a little. But you'd never catch him dead saying that.

•Backstory•
Nyusi is the product of a lack of morals. His mother was not a Dwarf, nor was his father, but rather, recessive genes in their bloodlines happened to mix and create Nyusi. This is not where the lack of morals came in- no, the lack of morals came about in how the recessive traits came to play. Nyusi's parent clan prided themselves on the regular consumption of GMO meat, of lion flesh, of the roots of cotton plants. Nyusi's clan was torn apart by this, as supplies dwindled and they were no longer able to maintain their wicked habits; Nyusi was sold off as an infant for an abysmally low price, but it was by the luck of Apedemak that he was bought out by Mzee.

Mzee, already elderly by the time that he had seen Nyusi's clan fall apart, had already made it his life's mission to rehabilitate cubs from broken clans. Nyusi proved to be...a unique challenge. Mzee gave Nyusi a better life than he could have ever had, personally training him and drilling into him the respect that he never would have learned from his birth clan. In a lot of ways, Nyusi is like an old man, himself- kind, sweet, quiet, respectful, and with an appreciation for life that can only be learned through experience.

•Family•
[Unknown] - Father
[Unknown] - Mother
Mzee - Adoptive Mother

•Other Relationships•
For better or for worse, Nyusi is extremely interested in Nyul...despite barely ever talking to her.

(Relationships are open for other players to build off of.)

•Theme Song•
After The Fall - Klaus Nomi

•Other•

Nyusi as an adult!

•RP Sample•
(RP sample is available under Mzee's section.)

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"I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life."

•Name•
Mzee, formerly known as Maahes ("old man" in Swahili; a lion-headed Egyptian god)

•Age•
15 years, 3 months

•Gender & Sex•
Transgender woman; closested (please use he/him for this character)

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Elder, formerly Royal Guard for Ramses

•Census Description•
Mzee- A relic of Ramses's reign that is beginning to feel his age

•Appearance•
Mzee has always considered herself plain. It's just the facts. Her fur was plain and golden, like the pelts that lined the halls of human poachers. In her youth, Mzee would make up for the fact with spectacular body paint, with her favorite pelts, with...just about anything, really, so long as she was still able to fight and to patrol. In her elder years, though, Mzee is dedicated to the plainness, not just accepting it but embracing it. Her dark eyes have turned a milky grey color, with one being entirely clouded with a cataract, and her bones are clearly visible through her saggy-yet-somehow-still-tight skin. Her back legs shake as she walks, dying to give out, and old scars that once painted the area have been rekindled in the form of scrapes and bruises from falling.

•Personality•
'Bah, humbug' doesn't begin to cover Mzee's outlook on life. She has a deep, sentimental, genuine love for life and all those who inhabit it alongside her, but in recent years, it's become the equivalent of a separated-but-not-yet-divorced marriage. She figuratively sleeps in another twin bed besides Life, she cooks her meals in the same kitchen but doesn't stick around to eat them there. She loves life, she really does- she's just lost the passion for it. Like with so many other relationships, at this point, she's really just in it for the kids.

Nyusi is the light of her life. Mzee found comfort in the sweet, stubby-legged cub, raising him up to be the best that he could be. To be the exact mirror opposite of everything that Mzee hated, that she found to be wrong with the world, that had taken over her clan like a locust plague on crops. Mzee knows that one day, she'll figuratively receive the separation papers from Life- she'll look them over, harumph at them, and then begrudgingly sign her name on the dotted lines. It's inevitable. But for the time being, Mzee will continue to let Life do as it wishes, so long as it keeps paying rent.

•Backstory•
Mzee is not of the clan by birth. Mzee- born as Maahes, a wild lion from as far up in Northern Africa as lions can be found- joined the clan as an adolescent, brought in from the Tree. She had been taken in from the Tree beforehand, raised briefly by another clan as she adjusted to a more Southern area, before being ditched to the Tree once again. She did not become bitter from the incident. No, no, Mzee was never bitter. She loved life, and she dealt with that tumultuous life by complaining to everyone who was near- whether they'd listen or not- about all of her issues with it.

Mzee was a powerful force in the clan as a very young lion, and then, as she aged, she won a legendary chance: to be in Ramses's Royal Guard. Mzee blossomed under the opportunity to show herself, becoming a fierce patroller capable of traveling long distances and making month-long (or even more) trips into the wilds with only the vaguest idea of what she was doing. She loved the chance to explore, to feel the dirt or sand or sea spray under her feet. To forget that 'she' was still seen as a 'he' by her clan- and even if they were seen as their respective genders, she could never accept that she would be seen as who she wanted to be. Surely, as a lion born to different parents, weak in combat but good at patrolling missions, she would be cast out if she was true to herself- it was just the facts. She had nothing special to offer the bloodlines, no chance of producing a great heir for the clan. She was just...her. Or, him. It got confusing.

Mzee had a mate, and a child. Neither ended well for her. Her mate left due to overcrowding, refusing to return to her even despite her pleas, and her child was killed while on a patrolling mission with another sub male. Mzee continued to perform her patrolling missions dutifully until Ramses's death, up until which point she put away her pelts, her paint, her love of patrolling. By the time that Nyusi was brought into the clan as an infant, not even the slightest trace of root-based body paint remained under Mzee's claws, and that was the way that it would stay until her eventual, timely death.

•Family•
Haji - Father [Deceased]
Aziza - Mother [Deceased]
Lakicia - Mate [Deceased]
Ubaid - Son [Deceased]

•Other Relationships•
Mzee enjoys speaking to and being around Nekhebit, though even Nekhebit does not know about Mzee's gender-related secret. Mzee, of course, still loves to spend time with her adopted son Nyusi, too.

(Relationships are open for other players to build off of.)

•Theme Song•
Lightning Crashes - Live

•Other•

Mzee as a young lion.

•RP Sample•
"You slow down..." Mzee mumbled. Her floppy jowls drip a bit of drool as she speaks- she'd been taking a nap when this little troublemaker decided that now was the best time to run around the den. Nyusi giggles and topples down from a tall rock, immediately standing back up to run around again. Mzee lifts her head. When the cub comes back again, Mzee smacks him firmly on the head, sending him straight to the ground.

"You slow down!"

Nyusi looks up at Mzee, but doesn't say anything. He sulks off with a silent pout, and Mzee lays her head and her leg back down, settling back into a nap. It was a beautiful day- the sun was out, there were many different kinds of butterflies enjoying the spring weather, and if Mzee got her way, she'd manage to sleep through all of it straight up to nighttime. But, as cubs often did, Nyusi seemed to have different plans.

"I said, slow down already!" This time, as a cub ran past her giggling, Mzee swung down her paw with greater force, actually feeling her loose, wrinkly skin flap a bit as it cut through the air. She connected with the head of the cub sooner than she expected, though- a lot sooner. Mzee opened her eyes. Oh. Oh no.

A cub- definitely one of Amenhotep's- was sitting there, looking both shocked and dazed. Mzee pursed her lips; the cub pursed its lips back at her. Then, the cub's lips began to wobble dangerously. Mzee quickly shushed it, scooping it up against her chest and trying to manage a purr that didn't sound like a harsh wind blowing through a bare marula branch.

"There, there we go...No need to tell ol' Pops about that, right?" The cub nodded back at her, looking somewhat less sad. At the edge of Mzee's vision, Nyusi stood looking on at them, a distinct 'oh crap' expression written on his face. "Now, why don't you go run off for now...Because now I've got another cub to smack around."