Post by Narkeasha on Jul 11, 2008 4:40:42 GMT -5
-->Name: Narkeasha
-->Land: Outlands, This Devilish Fea, She
-->Description: At first glance you notice how she has such prominant features. Potruding cheek-bones, large aware orbs, and a sleek, petite bodice. Her tail is a bit shorter than average but the tufts of hair at the end are unaware of it's home's size. It's grown very bushy, and you can spot it even among thousands of lions. Her left ear has a miniscule notch in it from her past, a reminder for her. She has small feet that give her good traction on the grasslands. Her claws aren't exceptionally long but their enough to sink into the muscles of struggling prey. Her coat is a honey-wheat color, but furring down to her paws they get almost white. On her left eye, along with the notch on her ear, is a scar from the same battle. It haunts everyday her orbs see the fiery dawn. On the bridge of her spine, her hairs grow dark, giving her a dorsal stripe. Overall, she is an unusual looking feline, but unmistakably a Lion. Of course.
-->History:Narkeasha was born in the times when a very power-hungry, devil brute ruled the pride rocks. He mated with many of his enslaved lionesses. And she was the consequence of it. Unfortunately, when only a few full moons old, her mother along with Narkeasha were evicted. Nark will never know why, or what her mother Moon-Eye did. For as two winter's past the devilish brute came upon Moon-Eye and he killed her. Narkeasha had seen the brutal merciless attack. It haunts her. What's worse is after her mother's carcass lay bleeding profusely on the ground, the Brute spots Nark and he charges. He gave her the noticeable scar on her eye, and the notch which if she had been inches closer, Brute would have bitten of her ear completely. She escaped with her life, the brute telling her distinctly, "Your kind is never Welcomed, pregnant dog!". She was cut down by his cold words. What have i done? she would think even now. Her past has made her mind blank, cold and depressed. She would never forget the Brutes words, and never return to the Pridelands.
-->Personality:Considering her haunting, and imprinted history, she has a deathly phobia of males. Regardless of their personalities or if they're the sweetest young male cub. She despises them with all her heart. She may never forgive the Brute for killing her mother, and therefore she never forgives any other males either. But when she is near fea's she outcasts them, they remind her too much of her mother. And memories has overpowered her life to solitude. Love in her future is extremely un -likely. Rehabilitation would be hard since she doesn't want to be around brutes or feas. But she can be very cunning, her life alone his taught her to be tactical, and conniving. She would steal you of your prey if she could make it that way, right under your nose. To some they believe she is like a ghost. Appearing. Your stuff gone. Along with her all together.
-->Relations: Except for her Mother Moon-Eye and father Brute, which is the only name Narkeasha knows him by (her mother had called him nothing but Brute, but once she did say the name Scar.); she is unaware of any other relations. But she reMembers having a brother but does not know his happening sor if it's just hallucinations.
-->Motto: "I move with the wind, I set with the sun."
-->RP example: There is now a distinct line between air and land. A bright crimson ray breaking through the lining of the edge of the earth. I watch with fascination. As my fire star is rising into the azure sky, i know a new day is beginning in my lonely solitude. But don't get me wrong, today i have something to do with my sorry life. Hunt. The sensory organs run wild at the thought. My nares breathing in the life of the plains. My orbs observing the scenery of the horizon. My maw opened ajar, almost smelling like a second nose, to see if i am not alone. But i prefer it that way. Never do i want to see me kind. "Your Kind... No! Don't. Think about it. I shake my head, as if to shake away my past completely. But it always lingers back. "...is never welc-". d**n't!. This time I try walking it off. As i rise to my feet, the whole plains seems to hold it's breath. Waiting for Death? Ahhh, they had no idea. I shake dry dust from my pelt, a sign for the life to breath with relief. Hunting wouldn't happen just yet. "Welcomed, pregnant dog!" My spine feel s a shudder. It seems something that happened Winter's ago would be forgotten. Life is never that simple.
Queen: Ice might me able to have Narkeasha as Queen but it will be a daunting task to get her to trust you.
-->Land: Outlands, This Devilish Fea, She
-->Description: At first glance you notice how she has such prominant features. Potruding cheek-bones, large aware orbs, and a sleek, petite bodice. Her tail is a bit shorter than average but the tufts of hair at the end are unaware of it's home's size. It's grown very bushy, and you can spot it even among thousands of lions. Her left ear has a miniscule notch in it from her past, a reminder for her. She has small feet that give her good traction on the grasslands. Her claws aren't exceptionally long but their enough to sink into the muscles of struggling prey. Her coat is a honey-wheat color, but furring down to her paws they get almost white. On her left eye, along with the notch on her ear, is a scar from the same battle. It haunts everyday her orbs see the fiery dawn. On the bridge of her spine, her hairs grow dark, giving her a dorsal stripe. Overall, she is an unusual looking feline, but unmistakably a Lion. Of course.
-->History:Narkeasha was born in the times when a very power-hungry, devil brute ruled the pride rocks. He mated with many of his enslaved lionesses. And she was the consequence of it. Unfortunately, when only a few full moons old, her mother along with Narkeasha were evicted. Nark will never know why, or what her mother Moon-Eye did. For as two winter's past the devilish brute came upon Moon-Eye and he killed her. Narkeasha had seen the brutal merciless attack. It haunts her. What's worse is after her mother's carcass lay bleeding profusely on the ground, the Brute spots Nark and he charges. He gave her the noticeable scar on her eye, and the notch which if she had been inches closer, Brute would have bitten of her ear completely. She escaped with her life, the brute telling her distinctly, "Your kind is never Welcomed, pregnant dog!". She was cut down by his cold words. What have i done? she would think even now. Her past has made her mind blank, cold and depressed. She would never forget the Brutes words, and never return to the Pridelands.
-->Personality:Considering her haunting, and imprinted history, she has a deathly phobia of males. Regardless of their personalities or if they're the sweetest young male cub. She despises them with all her heart. She may never forgive the Brute for killing her mother, and therefore she never forgives any other males either. But when she is near fea's she outcasts them, they remind her too much of her mother. And memories has overpowered her life to solitude. Love in her future is extremely un -likely. Rehabilitation would be hard since she doesn't want to be around brutes or feas. But she can be very cunning, her life alone his taught her to be tactical, and conniving. She would steal you of your prey if she could make it that way, right under your nose. To some they believe she is like a ghost. Appearing. Your stuff gone. Along with her all together.
-->Relations: Except for her Mother Moon-Eye and father Brute, which is the only name Narkeasha knows him by (her mother had called him nothing but Brute, but once she did say the name Scar.); she is unaware of any other relations. But she reMembers having a brother but does not know his happening sor if it's just hallucinations.
-->Motto: "I move with the wind, I set with the sun."
-->RP example: There is now a distinct line between air and land. A bright crimson ray breaking through the lining of the edge of the earth. I watch with fascination. As my fire star is rising into the azure sky, i know a new day is beginning in my lonely solitude. But don't get me wrong, today i have something to do with my sorry life. Hunt. The sensory organs run wild at the thought. My nares breathing in the life of the plains. My orbs observing the scenery of the horizon. My maw opened ajar, almost smelling like a second nose, to see if i am not alone. But i prefer it that way. Never do i want to see me kind. "Your Kind... No! Don't. Think about it. I shake my head, as if to shake away my past completely. But it always lingers back. "...is never welc-". d**n't!. This time I try walking it off. As i rise to my feet, the whole plains seems to hold it's breath. Waiting for Death? Ahhh, they had no idea. I shake dry dust from my pelt, a sign for the life to breath with relief. Hunting wouldn't happen just yet. "Welcomed, pregnant dog!" My spine feel s a shudder. It seems something that happened Winter's ago would be forgotten. Life is never that simple.
Queen: Ice might me able to have Narkeasha as Queen but it will be a daunting task to get her to trust you.
