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Post by squirrelybits on Jul 29, 2017 16:52:28 GMT -7
Name:Ruvik Gender:Male Age:200
Height:
14.8
Element:
Ice
Rank: Base Warrior: Fighter
Alliance: Pride
Personality: Ruvik is a polite lil thing who is not afraid to stand up for himself and others. There is no such thing as an empty threat with him as he will follow through if provoked. Ruvik can be serious at times, but is only because he is a focused individual. Once you get past the seemingly icy exterior you will find lion who isn't as cold as he seems. He is fiercely loyal to those who trust, but should you betray that trust, there are no second chances with him. During a time of war, you are either with or against your allies. Ruvik has no time for wishy washy people, and isn't afraid to call them out on it.
While he does enjoy spending time with his family, his main focus is on his lessons for honing his element and learning new techniques. Ruvik takes his mother's advice to heart, wanting to become the best warrior he can be. He wants to make her proud, and he is willing to work hard for it, taking on every challenge, learning from every mistake, and knowing when he has been beat. Because of what happened to his mother, Ruvik's loyalty to the Pride isn't as strong as it seems. He may live there, but he by no means approves of the way they do certain things. He frequently and openly criticizes his fellow warriors and even his own Alpha at times. His family and his own desires to see the war end are the only things keeping him tied to the Pride. And once the war ends, there would be no telling how much longer he'll put up with the Pride if changes aren't made to keep another war from sparking. Relationships:Rei- Rei is both his mother and his biggest role model. She is his main reason for fighting in this war. After the injustice that happened to his grandparents, Ruvik wants a swift end to the war. It is why he takes her criticisms in stride. He want's to be a fearsome warrior and he know she'd be able to teach him what he needs to know. Ruvik also knows Rei wouldn't be soft on him just because he's her son, and he appreciates her for that. Hael-While not as close to his father, Ruvik finds Hael's cocky and brash personality to be annoying. His father was good at getting under his skin and drawing a growl from him. The two did have some good memories, most of them involving training with their shared element over ice. When Hael was killed by a criminal he was tracking, Ruvik could only feel disdain for said criminal and should he ever cross paths with them, he will make them wish they were never born. Ruelle-To Ruvik Ruelle is in short stupid. The two can be often found butting heads and arguing on differing opinions. While they may bicker and squabble lot, Ruelle does his best to look after his wayward brother and clean up after him. When his brother ran off to fight Rebels on his own, Ruvik thought it was a foolish plan. And when Ruelle returned missing an eye, he was quick to call his brother out on his reckless behavior. While to an outsider it may seem like Ruvik hates his brother, but in reality he cares for him. Part of him worries that Ruelle's only recklessness may be his downfall which is why Ruvik made it his personal mission to watch his brother's back. He already loss both his father and sister, he couldn't bare to lose his brother as well. Donnett-Ragnarr -Aysu-A childhood friend who tried and failed to boss him around much like the other cubs their age. Aysu's snobby attitude never stopped him from calling her out whenever she went too far. And funny enough, his willingness to stand up to her was what brought them together as friends. Ruvik can appreciate her abrasive nature and over time he grew used to her manner of doing things, even if they were a little over the top. Over time Ruvik became Aysu's voice of reason. By now he knew of the views her mother fills her and siblings heads with and is always willing to offer her a different point of view. Ruvik does his best to dissuade her from making reckless decisions that would end her getting in trouble with her mother. Unknowingly to him Ruvik started developing a crush on Aysu, one that he was quick to deny once he realized how his heart would flutter when around her. War has no room for romance for it is nothing but a distraction. Despite what his heart my want, Ruvik believes the feelings will pass in due time which is why he chooses to ignore the budding crush for his friend. And if it was made to be and the feelings still lingered after the war has ended, then and only then would he entertain the idea of acknowledging his feelings for Aysu.
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Post by squirrelybits on Jul 29, 2017 16:53:13 GMT -7
By Pengu By Starry Lines by Tundra, colored by Starry By Me By Starry
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Post by squirrelybits on Nov 23, 2017 20:40:23 GMT -7
Name:Canetis Gender:Male Age:695
Height:
15 ft
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Element:
Sound
Whispers- A series of voices that overlap one another and whisper insults, demeaning things, patronizing words, and just about anything negative to bring down another's confidence and plague them with anxiety or rage.
Mimic- Canetis will mimic the voice of others in order to mess with others and manipulate them to do what he wants.
Sound Amplification- User can increase the strength, duration, and potential of sound to it's fullest. Can also lead to injuries to one's ear drums
Sound Nullification-The user can negate sound and any sound-using attacks, ignoring their effects.
Voice Projection- The user can make their voice come from somewhere else, even great distances or somewhere where the user isn't physically present. Often used alongside Whispers.
Screech- A loud and shrill scream that can be used to disorient enemies and crack weak armor.
Sonic Roar- Essentially a stronger version of Screech. A thundering roar with enough force to rupture ear drums, and damage armor.
Echolocation- User can emit sound waves and use the echoes that return from various objects to locate and identify the objects
Siren song- The user is capable of emitting astonishingly beautiful and enchanting singing voice that is capable of summoning/luring anyone who hears it to come towards the singer.
Alliance:
Rebel
Personality:
Canetis is a quiet individual, preferring to sit back, watch, listen and learn. Don't mistake his quiet nature for weakness, for he finds that there is strength in having patience. Should anyone feel the need to try him, Canetis is quick to attack and teach the offender a lesson or two. Canetis is sneaky, fights dirty, and has a healthy love for fighting and becoming stronger. With only a single element that can't manifest physically, Canetis works hard to find new ways of using his powers to their full potential. And should you catch him on the bad day, he has no problem with using you as a test subject to test his latest move set.
His drive to prove he is more than just a set of ears, is what pushes him to show that he is just as capable as a fighter as any other lion. Being assigned as a tracker, and having a sole purpose of being a mere spy was unsatisfying. While everything about him makes him an effective spy, Canetis prefers to be in the mist of a battle, not sitting on the sidelines acting as a messenger. If he wants to keep tabs on untrustworthy individual it would on his own time for his own benefit.
While is skill set would make him the perfect assassin, Canetis enjoys his place as a fighter. Using the very same tricks one would normally use to silently kill an enemy to instead brutally take them down. Slinking around to kill a target is boring to him. He'd much rather face them head on, torment them, slowly break them down before dealing the finishing blow. Fighting is his passion, and had he been a bulkier lion, a Brawler would've been a fitting rank.
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Post by squirrelybits on Dec 31, 2017 20:49:35 GMT -7
By Pengu By Starry By Me and Rohan By me
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Post by squirrelybits on Feb 26, 2018 13:21:54 GMT -7
Name:Cinnamon Gender:Female Age:100 Height:12.8 Element:Fire Rank: Pride Member | Performer Alliance: Pride Personality:
Cinnamon is a daredevil of a lioness and a show off too. She is always looking to add more flare to dances by using her element to highlight her movements. Unfortunately this daredevil nature of hers means she's the first to disobey her parents. If either parents says not to do a thing without explaining why, Cinnamon will not hesitate to do the exact opposite of what was said. It's not that she's hard headed, she just wants to see for herself why something is bad or should be avoided. With her siblings she is something of a cheerleader, always looking to encourage them through their failings. While she herself may be confident in her own achievement and abilities, Cinnamon by no means looks down on others for their failings. If anything she is more than willing to help boot their confidence as well as she feels no one should be discouraged by their failures or flaws.
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Post by squirrelybits on Mar 16, 2018 22:25:37 GMT -7
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Post by squirrelybits on Mar 16, 2018 22:34:48 GMT -7
Name:Malvolia Gender:Female Age:375 Height:13' 5" Mate:MalachiElement:Disease Infectious Blast- A blast of air filled with pathogens that once become airborne, seek out the nearest living being, targets their immune system and causes them to become weak and fall ill. The strength of this attack varies depending on the state of Malvolia's health. This attack is also used as a stepping stone for deadlier attacks. Disease acceleration- Once a lion is infected with the minor illness that comes from being hit with in infectious blast, when close to them, Malvolia can increase the rate in which the pathogens grow and spread through the body. This move can be used at it's full potential when Malvolia is at her weakest which will then sped up the process leaving the victim with a life threatening illness. Total organ failure- A very lethal attack that can only be used when Malvolia is at her weakest. Whether delivered by a bite, slash of her claws into an open wound, this attack causes a rapid death of cells in the tissues of organs and results in body-wide organ failure and death. Healing touch- While at her strongest, it is easier for Malvolia to cure a lion who is ill by simply removing the pathogens that plague the individual and absorbing them, allowing them to recover faster. This of course means she will then take on the sickness and leave her feeling weaker, but her element stronger. Rank: Wanderer Alliance: Oasis Personality:Curious | Loyal | Self-assured | Persistent | Perfectionist| Ambitious | Remorseless Malvolia is a curious lion by nature, whether she is curious of her own potential or that of others, you can be sure to find her lurking around listening. While her ease dropping isn’t done out of malicious intent, Malvolia tucks away any interesting information she overhears to keep for herself. Even though she isn’t the sort to sell information to the highest bidder, should anyone ask if she knows a thing or two, she has no problem with giving information in exchange for coin. To Malvolia actions speak louder than words, as she knows words are easy to twist and manipulate to suit ones needs. It is why she has vowed to never do harm to those who call the Oasis as home unless provoked. Through experience and trial and error Malvolia knows just how powerful she can be which is why she pledged to never use her element while in the safety of the Oasis. It would be wrong to spit on the council’s act of kindness by unleashing a deadly plague on its inhabitants. During her cub years Malvolia knew she was capable of being a force to be reckoned with and it was all a matter of learning how to control her element and grow stronger. Or rather to understand that for her, to be weak is to be strong. Something it took her all of her cub years to learn. And even now, Malvolia discovers new abilities that she never knew she was capable of. It’s a never ending learning experience. Because of how easy it would be for her to loose control, for every new ability she learns, she spends up to years making sure she has control over it. A move is not perfect until she can control the severity and effects of any sickness she inflicts upon a lion at will. With an element like Disease there is no room for mistakes, only perfection. Given how her time spent in the Oasis is spent never using her element, once outside in the Unknown Lands Malvolia has no problem with unleashing her powers on unsuspecting prey. Her desire to grow stronger and learn consumes her, and she becomes a different person. Quite and mild mannered in the Oasis, but remorseless and cruel in the Unknown Lands. To Malvolia, the only way to test her abilities is to hold nothing back. Anyone and anything around her becomes a test subject. For outside she is free to do as she pleases with no consequences. History can be found here:www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=87&t=3729594&start=20#p116663263Relations-
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Post by squirrelybits on Mar 16, 2018 22:37:02 GMT -7
By Starry By Alaric Glockner By Pengu By Starry
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Post by squirrelybits on May 29, 2018 14:46:25 GMT -7
Name:Valerian Gender:Male Age:200
Height:
13
Element:
Darkness
Rank: Prison Guard
Alliance: Pride
Personality:
Compared to his sister, Valerian is the calmer sibling. Essentially her opposite except when it comes to their only shared trait, their tempers. While Valerian is better at keeping his cool, frustrate him enough and he can't help but lash out. This young male is quiet and greatly looks up to his parents. It is why he tries to hard to make sure he meets his father's approval as so long as he doesn't turn rebel or become a merciless killer he is almost positive his mother would always be proud of him. Valerian follows his father teaching and thus is wary of outsiders. While he doesn't shun his older brother and his family, like Pyxis Valerian doesn't believe alienating a family member for their choice in love is right. Of course he keeps his occasional visits to his nieces and nephews a secret from his father. Making his father proud was his main motive for becoming a Prison Guard, another reason was because he would be able to spend some time with Arcturus, learning from him, helping and becoming an effective Guard of the Z-99.
Aside from making sure the prisoners are restrained and kept under lock and key, Valerian always questions the more table ones, trying to pry out information about the rebels that could be used to pin point spies. Any useful information he manages to gather is then passed on to a friend of his, Ruvik. Ruvik in turn passes this information along to his brother Ruelle, in order to help the other in his quest to take the fight to the rebels. It is a simple but effective chain of information.
When not digging for information from the prisoners, Valerian also talks to the more sane ones, trying to help them realize how wrong their actions were. To make them realize their guilt in hopes of granting the honor of being sent to the lake when their time comes. Of course his efforts are not always successful as some prisoners like to toy and annoy him, causing him to grow angry and have to step away lest he does something stupid. This young male has an interest in motives, and why lions are compelled to do evil. He wants to understand, in an effort to help the prisoners. Well, at least the ones that can be. If feels that if he can help the prisoners then he can also stop more lions from defecting. To stop giving the Rebels more of their lions.
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Post by squirrelybits on Sept 22, 2018 21:59:10 GMT -7
By Starry
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Post by squirrelybits on Sept 24, 2018 12:56:05 GMT -7
Name:
Soravil
Gender:
Male
Age:
725
Height:
7.5
Element:
Earth
Rank: Artisans
Alliance: Oasis
Personality:
Soravil is in short standoffish and judgemental. He is quick to point metaphorical fingers at taller lions, blaming them for just about anything. While he may some sort of tiff with regular lion, Soravil is more than willing to associate with other moles. While he knows there are some who affiliate with the rebellion, Soravill doesn't judge them for their choice, as it wasn't a mole to started the war in the first place. With quite the mouth on him, he can get quite creative with insults, not to mention he is bold, sassy, and just a little bit petty. But horrible personality quirks aside he does have a soft spot for cubs, until they are fully grown but that is besides the point. Soravil mostly stays to himself, either found hanging around Isidore or underground tending to his caverns as he is at his happiest underground.
History: Found by an Oasis Wanderer as a cub, many thought he was merely a tiny cub who needed extensive care. One family who already had one child of their own offered to take the role as adoptive parents. His adoptive parents doted on him, loved and cared for him but his adoptive brother wasn't too happy about how spoiled his new brother was. This eventually evolved into a sibling rivalry. Soravil's brother eventually upped his tactics going from harmless teasing to out right bullying and then acting like he was innocent. With his new parents not believing him, Soravil had no issues with leaving the family.
From then on, Soravil flitted from foster home to foster home. None ever really sticking, and soon he had been about to give up on ever fitting in until he met Isidore. Being the only other mole in the Oasis, Soravil was quick to cling to the other male, feeling safe being around someone like him. And from then on Isidore become his official caretaker and later on mentor. While things may have seemingly started to go right, his adoptive brother still sought him out, making jabs at him, causing him to doubt what few friendships he had made. And from there was where his dislike of non moles stemmed from.
Under the tutelage of Isidore, Soravil become an artisan, one who specializes in architect much like the older male. Using the skills he learned, he began digging, making and underground caverns with a series of tunnels that would eventually become a miniature underground village. One where only moles would be allowed. Soravil believed that the lions and their war would eventually break the planet, and when that time came he would be ready to hide away in his bunker with only other moles to keep him company.
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Post by squirrelybits on Sept 24, 2018 13:28:01 GMT -7
extra post for Soravil
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Post by squirrelybits on Nov 25, 2018 20:52:09 GMT -7
Name:
Draugr
Gender:
Male
Age:
Cub
Height:
13.2
Element:
Metal and Death
Rank:
Nomad
Alliance:
None
Personality:
Creative | Playful | Quiet | Insecure | Apologetic | Meek
Draugr is a quiet individual who would much rather spend his time creating things through the use of his control over metal. While he has no inherent desire to become a skilled fighter or killer, he understands that learning how to fight will be a vital part of his future and survival. It's why he listens to his lessons and pays close attention but is quick to run off to play as soon as they are done. He doesn't want to spend all of his time training, when there will be plenty of time to do so when he's an adult. Draugr knows he'll only be a cub for but so long and wants to enjoy his youth while it lasts.
Whenever he was out exploring the area that was marked as Scourge Territory, Draugr would pick up pieces of worn armor to bring back home, shaping it and using as a means to sharper his skills. But rather than make anything useful, he would just make little sculptures and shapes that he happily showed off to his sister Nimhe. Because he understands Nimhe's wishes to play rather than fight, Draugr finds himself much closer to her than his mother. But at the same time he feels that he is a disappointment to Kaona, and that only becoming a respectable member of the Scourge will accomplish that. Something he had no true desire for as the Scourge wants strong killers, useful members in its ranks. Not reluctant members who'd rather create instead of destroy. And if it were up to him the only lives he'd be willing to take are those of that belonged to prey.
History:
For a time things feel into a routine, a rather dull one but not as bad as it could be. Train, listen to his mother, play, and add more to his growing collection of mediocre sculptures. Despite how things were Draugr was unhappy. He didn't like training until his whole body was sore, to be constantly told to toughen up and to fight with a true spirit by his teachers, and to see his mother's disappointed gaze as he merely went through the motions if only so the lesson would end quicker. This was the way things were and would probably be so until it was time for him to make his first kill; a day he dreaded with his entire being.
It was why when Kaona pulled him aside with only a gesture to follow her, Draugr did so without complaint. It was a change in the daily grind, an unexpected one but not unwelcome. The cub was quiet at first before meekly speaking up, telling about his latest accomplishments over his control over his elements. Kaona let him ramble on, giving a hum, and short responses but no real responses to his chattering. Draugr continued to quietly talk about anything if only to fill the silence until something bright in the distance caught his eye. Whatever it was it glowed faintly in the distance, shining a bright cyan and steadily growing bigger. Entranced by the strange sight, Draugr watched as the glow continued to grow until he realized it was actually getting closer. By now he could see a faint orange and red glow accompany the blue. The lights seems to float and flicker until he was able to make out the silhouette of a lion, no four lions, two of which were covered in flames. Growing nervous as the group of lions drew near and stopped before him and his mother, Draugr stepped back until he was partially hidden behind Kaona's legs.
Nervously peaking out to get a look at the strangers, the cub listened quietly as the adults talked. Draugr drowned out most of the conversation, assuming that this was merely another one of his mother's business talks. Instead he focused on the pair of lions there had fire covering their pelts. It was fascinating, were the flames hot to touch? Could they turn off the flames? What about—
"...-ame is Draugr so will you take him with you?"
Tuning into the conversation at the sound of his name, the cub frowned in confusion as he peered up at his mother. What was going on? Who was taking him and why?
"Of course we will. We'll take good care of him." A tracker eared female answered, her tone stiff and barely hiding her disapproval as she crouched down so that she was eye level with Draugr. "Hello there Draugr, my name is Calida. My family and I are going to be looking after you now." This time her tone was warm and comforting and put him slightly at ease.
Before he could mumble out a response the cub flinched as he felt his mother step away from him, pushing him towards the strange family.
"W-wait! Mom? Mom where are you going? Why do I have to leave?"
Kaona gave no response, only leaning down to nuzzle his ears, "its for the best," she whispered as she turned and began walking away. Draugr moved to run after her but Calida held him back. No matter how much he struggled and called for her, his mother didn't even turn to look at him. She moved further and further until he could no longer see her form in the distance. Confused and more than a little scared Draugr felt his legs crumble beneath him. Covering his face with his paws he cried softly. He had failed, he wasn't good enough, he didn't train hard enough and now his mother didn't even want him anymore. She had given him up.
Wallowing in his own self pity the cub didn't struggle as he felt himself lifted. He didn't even care to look to see who was carrying him or listen to the soft words of comfort the others whispered to him, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. Throughout the whole journey back, to where Draugr could only assume was the family lived, he was quiet only speaking up to ask to be let down. By now he had accepted his fate and his tears had long since stopped flowing. One of the males, the younger one, moved closer to try taking to him. Asking simple questions like, what was his favorite thing to do, his favorite type of meat. After a long pause, Draugr willed himself to whisper a response. The encouraging reply was enough to motivate him to speak a little louder, quietly chatting with the male who introduced himself as Vesuvius.
The smell of smoke and a subtle raise in the temperature around was what first caught Draugr's attention. The ground slowly began to change in texture, and color, going from a stone gray to a shade darker and finally to black. Light up ahead piqued his interest and with a brief look up at his new guardians the cub trotted further ahead. He came to a stop at the crest of a small hill, looking down on the lavascape, a large crater was surrounded by a flowing river of bright red lava. "Is-is this where you live? How do we get over there?" Tamboro, the fire coated male give a small smile and directed Draugr's attention to a path that lead down towards the crater. "I made this place myself. It's too keep out those to wish to harm us," Tamboro paused glancing down at the young cub before stepping forward to head towards the crater with his mate and daughter following along.
Vesuvius stayed behind, waiting patiently for Draugr as the other grew quiet. The horned cub glanced behind him. He knew he couldn't see his mother from this far off, but he still missed her, hoped that she would change her mind and come find him. He didn't know how long he stood there for, looking out into the barren lands before he finally turned away to look up at Vesuvius, who in turn gave him a smile. "Hey, it'll be alright. You're a nomad now so I bet you'll see your mom again soon." With a heavy sigh Draugr picked his head up and nodded, "yeah...I'll see her again and then show her how big I've grown." He could do this, he could be strong for Kaona and Nimhe and make the best of his new life. "I'm ready now. Ready to make this my home."
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Post by squirrelybits on Jan 10, 2019 16:03:54 GMT -7
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Post by squirrelybits on Jan 10, 2019 16:33:28 GMT -7
Name:
Chervil
Gender:
Female
Age:
Adult
Height:
13'5
Element:
Love
Rank: Pride Member
Alliance: None
Personality:
What little time she spent under her mother's care greatly influenced how she views the world. The world is an unkind one, and there is always someone out there who is willing to drag you down. Chervil doesn't take well to being scolded or pushed around, for it causes her to shut down and become extremely defensive. And if pushed, makes her lash out and headbutt them. And should that not work she uses her element in an effort to calm the offender down and make them stop. Because of this she and her mother butted heads a lot, put a lot of strain on their relationship. It also didn't help matters that Chervil always came to Mithos' defense, and was quick to use her element to help combat his own.
While she doesn't fully understand why her father took them away and left, part of her is hurt that he abandoned them, but another smaller part is grateful that she and her brother are free from their mother's teachings. But this doesn't mean she is quick to trust their new adoptive parents. While they are nice, and make her feel wanted, Chervil is still scared that they too would get tired of them and send them away.
While at first she may appear mean and violent, it's all a front to protect herself from getting hurt. Chervil is scared to let anyone close. No one but Mithos gets to see her softer side, the side where she is nurturing and steps up and ease his worries without hesitation. Her lack of trust towards strangers also means she is quick to jump to conclusions, assuming the worst of others until proven otherwise. All she needs is time and patience and one could easily see she isn't all bad.
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