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The Carrion Circle "The dead feed the living, and the strong feed the weak."
Once, the Carrion Circle were scattered rogues—survivors of exile, of betrayal, of cowardice or crime. Now, they are a force of their own, hardened by the canyon winds, scarred by battles, and led by the mysterious lion who founded them. Their home is treacherous but defensible, carved into the cliffs where no lion dares hunt. But survival in the canyon comes at a cost. Hunting is difficult. Prey is scarce. They often scavenge from kills made by others—or take them by force. This earns them the scorn of other prides, particularly the Dawn Pride to the south, who see them as dishonorable. The Dawn Pride, however, is faltering. Their king, a once mighty ruler, has grown old and weary. His son, the young prince, who's full of potential but lacking experience, must soon take the mantle. Howecer, the pride is split on this. Some believe the prince can rise, while others doubt his capabilities, and himself as a whole. While they argue.... the north watches. The Hollow Pride waits and watches from above, their eyes ever on expansion. Ruthless, militarized, and without mercy, their goal is to crush the Dawn Lions and take their fertile territory for themselves. But even they do not underestimate the threat that is the Carrion Circle. They know the canyon lions are just as dangerous, feral, and unpredictable as any other foe, if not worse. Tensions rise as scouts from the Hollow Pride begin to travel into both the Circles and the Dawn's lands. Leaving the Dawn Pride desperate for allies and stability, while the Circle? They see opportunity... They see weakness. Perhaps, for the first time, they will be more than scavengers... Maybe they'll carve a new legacy from the Bones of Kings.
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The Roleplay Rules
1. Try to be active. I work Monday - Wednesday, so my activity will be limited those days. However, the rest of the week ill try to be fairly active. All I ask if people put in the effort!
2. This Rp is more Semi-Realism, but with Realistic Elements. This means I will only be accepting realistically sized and appearing lions. This means no Melanistic Lions, and very few, if any, white lions.
3. I'd like to keep it 3-4 Characters Max per person. I may adjust this over time, but ideally I just want people taking on what they can actively maintain. If that is 1 lion, that is fine, if it's 4, that's awesome. Whatever you are comfortable with.
4. I will not be adding on any additional roles than what I have already listed. This is merely for my own sanity. I try to be accomodating as i can, but for my own sanity I'm trying to stick to what I've already set in place.
5. Semi-Literacy is the minimum for this rp, but not high semi-literacy. Minimum a paragraph per Rp posts, and for descriptions. I would prefer to give High Ranks to those who are Most Active and More Literate, as the Rp will depend highly on them to keep things moving.
6. Only 1 High Rank Per Group, Per Person. Since there are Two Groups, that means you can have 2 High Ranks. HOWEVER. You can only Reserve 1 at a time, and can only make a second once the first is finished and accepted.
7. This will be a rather Character Driven plot, so be sure you're willing to plan subplots, interactions, and affiliations!
8. No Power playing, Godmodding, Perfect Characters, Etc. I won't tolerate it.
9. This Rp is going to have violence, fighting, and death, do not expect to join and have your character never come to harm.
10. No orphaned cubs. The answer is just no. If you make a cub, you MUST find it a biological mother before it can be accepted.
11. This is a Limited Spot Rp. So if you don't finish your reservation in 48 Hours the Role will be Opened, and Someone Else could take it.
12. Have fun!
The Dawn Pride Rules
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About the Dawn Pride
The Dawn Pride is like any other pride out there, however, their lives have always been walking a tight rope between life and death. They take every day for granted, knowing that the next is not a given. While they've never been the most aggressive or the strongest pride, they've always been formidable enough to keep any immediate threats at bay. However, with the aging of their King, and the inexperience of the Prince, they have felt it as the targets on their back have grown in size. They know it's only a matter of time before their pride is pitted against The Hollow Pride. They're not resigned to just giving up though, and are determined to find a way to remain out of the clutches of the more nefarious pride. About the Carrion CircleWhile not much is known about the Carrion Circle, their reputation is whispered in the air like a well known secret. It's been told that the lions who fill their ranks were once brave and fierce warriors, but were left as broken and jagged as the cliffs they make their homes in. Whatever their story maybe, the Carrion Circle has become their new home, and while it is not anything bright and joyous, the group is made of survivors, not scavengers. While their hierarchy is ever shifting and fluid, they are lead by one dominant male, but they're far more democratic than other prides, since it is more like a coalition than a true pride. They're numbers are made up entirely of males, though they've offered sanctuary and protection to females who've wandered within their territory before. Despite their roguish exterior, the Carrion Circle has fundamental beliefs that they follow. The main one is Loyalty to Each Other. Second, they do not believe in the harm of cubs. However, the do believe that Power is taken, or earned, not given, and as their sights linger between the Hollow Pride and the Dawn Pride, it's hard to judge what their next step will be.About the Territories To the east lies King’s Pass, a deep, jagged canyon that cuts through the scorched earth like an ancient wound. This is the domain of the Carrion Circle, their cave den homes carved into the cliffsides. The terrain is steep, dry, and treacherous, while, for it's residents, it offers shelter, seclusion, and hidden paths only the Carrion lions know how to navigate. To the south stretches the Droughtlands, a vast plain of sun-hardened earth, thorned scrub, and gusting winds. This is the land of Dawn Pride, where resilience blooms like desert flowers after rare rains. Though harsh, the land is sacred, dotted with sun-warmed stones, springs, and sparse grazing herds. At its heart rises a natural rock outcrop that the Dawn Pride rests each night, and rises with the new day. Farther north, across scorched brush and shifting winds, the land grows bleaker, and far more hostile. This is the territory of Hollow Pride, marked by skeletal trees, carrion pits, and red-stained soil. Prey is scarce, and the lions here have adapted by becoming more brutal, more unified in fear than in faith. Their stronghold, The Hollow, is a sunken depression surrounded by jagged rocks and guarded by bones of trespassers. It is not a home, it is a fortress. And its lions look southward with hungry eyes. Between these prides, the borders are restless, marked not by stones, but by roars, claw marks, and the scent of blood. |
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The Available Roles
The Dawn Pride
King:
1. Pending for Mother
Queen:
1. Temporarily Locked
Prince:
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Princesses:
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Second In Charge:
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Huntresses:
1. Shiva | F | 4 Yrs | Mother | Pg. 2
2. Inaaya | F | 5 Yrs | Imperial Sands | Pg. 2
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The Carrion Circle
Dominant Male:
1. Gazini | M | 6 Yrs | Imperial Sands | Pg. 1
Second in Charge:
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If you have any questions about the roles, just ask. I didn't create a post to explain them, so it's okay to ask.
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The Form
Name:
Age:
Gender:
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Rank:
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Appearance:
Personality:
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G A Z I N I ╚═════☩══✦══☩═════╝  Name:Gazini;
Means "Blood" in ZuluAge:6 YearsGender:Male
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The Carrion CircleRank:Dominant MalePreferred Rank:Content for Now,
but part of him yearns for a true pride.
Appearance: At first glance, Gazini doesn't appear to be the most eye catching of males in the world. He doesn't have as big of or as dark of a mane as some males, and that tends to make him look smaller than he actually is. More often than not, the male gets underestimated because of how he looks at a glance. However, those who don't pay mind to the male's actual size are in for a rude awakening when they meet Zi head on.
Standing easily at just under four feet and three inches, Gazini is a tall male, though certainly not the tallest. However, what he lacks in height, the male packs in weight. He's above average in weight for a male his size, easily contending with those taller than him because of his burly mass at, the male comes in at easily over 560 lbs. One could almost say that his mane making him appear smaller than he actually is could almost be an advantage for him, since it could cause opponents to feel over confident.
Despite his mane not being rather long and full, or anything like some of the other males, it isn't something that is thin and bare like that of a younger male. His mane is still quite dense and full, just shorter and not as heavy and longer. It his mane does start on his head, moving down his chest and shoulders, and then down his belly. It actually travels down his belly so far that it reaches his hind legs. His shoulders and belly are where his mane is it's darkest, though, unlike other males, whos mane might turn black, his had barely gone past a medium brown. His mane ombres from a light blonde, to the medium brown color. The one thing that is noticable is that the tan and brown shades do have a bit of a red hue to them.
Like his mane, Gazini has a more reddish tan pelt, something that is darker than the tawny color of a lioness. He is darkest along his back and flanks, his coat lightening along his face and down his legs where they lighten to a more creamy color at his paws. Even his tail is lightest right before it's tail tip of the darker brown color of his hair. Zini has a pair of dark amber eyes that are a shade or two away from being a dark red in color. His scent is something musky and rich, with the slightest hint of something metallic to it. Almost like blood in a freshly earthed forest.  Personality:Gazini is a male who can come off rather charismatic when he is first met, but there is something that is deifinitely a bit off about him. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what until someone gets to know him more, but until then, it's usually just a feeling. Zin is not one to try and prove otherwise, either, being a male with a knack for all things gorey, vicious, and aggressive. If there is someone needing dirty work done, Gazini is one of the first ones to get it done, without any hesitation, in fact, the male may even enjoy it.
While it would be easy to label Gazini as a bit of a brute because of his aggressive and violent nature, the male is oddly calculating, always seeming to be a step or two ahead. Not enough to give it away that he is, but enough to keep others intrigued and keep trying, believing they are just that close to getting the better of him. Volatile and intelligent, Gazini is not someone who's bad side you want to be on, he will have no tolerance for you, and he's not the type of male to ignore things that irritate him. He meets them with teeth and claw to remove them permanently.
The rogue male seems to have no real moral compass, there is nothing he wouldn't do, no one he wouldn't kill in order to achieve whatever it is that him and his brother desire. In fact, one could argue that the only ones Zi is loyal to now are those in the Carrion Circle. No one else is safe with him. The male would like kill his own kin if he saw it fitting. And this is not something the male is ashamed of either, the male has no shame, he wouldn't know it if it slapped him in the face.
Zini is a social male, not shy in the slightest, and can easily be one of the first to strike up conversation if it suits him. However, he can also be like a chameleon when he wants though, able to fade into the background when its needed. Usually, though, Gazini is a dominant male, and won't tolerate anyone, except maybe his brother, coming ahead of him. He'd take a step back and let his brother take the lead, so long as it was understood that they were equals. Other males though? Nope. He could never be their equal, and he is quick to prove it through violence when necessary. He's done it before, and he will do it again.
There is something unpredictable about the male, that it's hard to assume exactly how he will handle a situation. About the only thing that is predictable about Gazini is that he is unpredictable. If met with the same situation twice, there is no guaruntee that he will do the same thing each time. Sometimes the male will make go with a certain decision just because it might be fun. For him. Not for the other lion, but for him. And the male has a wicked sense of what is "fun".
 History: I highly doubt you'll get him to talk about it.Crush:NoneMate:NoneCubs: None
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He had a brother.Other: Credits for All Images Belongs to Fotostyle-Schindler on DA. Stock Images. |
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︽︽︽︽︽︽ F R E Y J A ︽︽︽︽︽︽ 
[ Age ] 5.4 Years [ Gender ] Female [ Pride ] The Carrion Circle [ Rank ] Second In Command [ Desired Rank ] Content [ Appearance ] 
Freyja emobies the raw power and subtle grace of her species. Her muscular body is a testament to her strength and agility. She stands approximately five and a half feet in length, not including her tail, which adds another two and a half feet of lithe, expressive movement. Her weight, hovering around 350 pounds, is distributed evenly across her frame, giving her a balanced, athletic build. Her coat is a study in earth tones, a short dense fur of tawny gold that shifts in hue with changing light. In the harsh midday sun, it appears almost bleached, blending with the dry grasses and sun-baked earth. Freyja's head is broad and powerful, framed by a ruff of slightly darker fur around her neck, a subtle hint of the mane that distinguishes the males of her species. Her muzzle is short and blunt, with a pink nose that is often scarred from close encounters with struggling prey. Her whiskers, thick and sensitive, sprout from her cheeks in neat rows, providing her with crucial sensory information about her surroundings, especially in the dark.
Her eyes, the color of molten amber, are perhaps her most striking feature. They are large and expressive, capable of conveying a range of emotions from fierce determination to gentle affection. The pupils, vertical slits, contract in the bright sunlight, sharpening her focus, and dilate in the dim light of dawn and dusk, allowing her to see with exceptional clarity in low-light conditions. Dark rims encircle her eyes, enhancing their intensity and providing a natural form of sun protection.
Freyja's legs are strong and sturdy, each ending in a padded paw equipped with retractable claws. Her tail, long and flexible, serves as a counterbalance during high-speed chases and as a communication tool, twitching and flicking to convey her mood and intentions to the rest of the pride. A dark tuft of fur adorns the tip of her tail, a subtle but distinctive marking. [ Personality ] Freyja is a lioness whose calm exterior belies a fiery spirit and an unshakeable confidence in her abilities. As a skilled fighter and hunter, she approaches every challenge with a blend of calculated strategy and raw instinct. Her movements are deliberate, each step measured and precise, reflecting a mind that is always several steps ahead of her adversaries. She rarely acts impulsively, preferring to assess the situation, identify the weaknesses of her opponents, and then strike with decisive force.
Despite her prowess in combat, Freyja is not one to seek out confrontation. She values efficiency and conserves her energy, understanding that every battle takes a toll. When faced with a potential threat, she exudes an aura of quiet authority, a subtle but unmistakable message that warns others to think twice before challenging her. Her calm demeanor often serves as a deterrent, as many rivals sense the formidable power that lies beneath her composed facade.
However, beneath this veneer of composure lies a healthy ego, a deep-seated belief in her own superiority. Freyja knows her worth, and she is not afraid to show it. She carries herself with a regal bearing, her head held high, her eyes fixed on the horizon. She expects respect from her pride mates and often gets it, not just because of her fighting skills but also because of her unwavering self-assurance. While she is not overtly boastful, her actions speak volumes. She takes pride in her kills, relishing the satisfaction of a successful hunt, and she is not shy about displaying her dominance over weaker members of the pride.
Yet, Freyja's ego is not entirely unfounded. She has earned her place at second-in-command through years of hard work and relentless dedication to honing her skills. She is a master strategist, able to anticipate the movements of her prey and exploit their vulnerabilities. Her reflexes are lightning-fast, her jaws vice-like, and her claws deadly. She has faced down larger, more experienced rivals and emerged victorious, proving time and again that she is a force to be reckoned with.
[ Crush/Courting ] None, but open. [ Mate ] Will possibly develop later on. [ Cubs ] None. [ Kin ] Also open. [ Other ] 
Credit for all images belong to Aqua-Stock. |
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Reserve a huntress, carrion member, and the king? |
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I Z E M 
Credits to Fotostyle-Schindler on DA Age: 15 Gender: Male Pride: Dawn Pride Rank: King Desired Rank: Retired, please thanks Appearance Izem is a large male, weighing in at 550 lbs and standing a little over 4 feet tall. His stature is an intimidating one. His body is decorated with scars varying in length and size, including his pride mark and hunter's marks. His most noticeable are two gashes across his nose, more circular than slice shaped, which have exposed his dark skin and no longer allow hair to grow. He also has several cuts and bite marks on his legs, shoulders, and flanks, though his left shoulder remains relatively bare, besides his pride mark. Izem has a cold stare. Actually, everything about him is cold. His refined posture, the soft thuds of his paws making contact with the ground, even the way his fur moves has a dangerous aura to it. His eyes are a hard amber rimmed with dark fur, making them pop out more prominently. His face is nearly always expressionless, or stony in appearance. A smile has not graced his maw in ages; the closest thing to one has been a cruel twist of his upper lips into something resembling a sick grin or a snarl. His coat is a pale sandy one, lacking in the more warm, golden hue of other lions. It looks dusty and somewhat frayed out even when perfectly clean, and it Carrie's a silvery shimmer to it, especially at night under the moon. In stark contrast, his mane is predominantly a burnt umber. The fur around his head and extending down the back of his neck is a tawny gold, with the lightest sections pressing right up against the short fur of his face. When he walks, hard muscle ripples beneath a sleek, short pelt. Izem holds himself with a cool regality, head high, tail curled slightly. His long, thick mane is a tapestry of dark browns, golds, and honeys that spreads over his shoulders down to the end of his humerus. Izem is a handsome lion (or he was, in his younger days), but he is unapproachable. Formidable. Dangerous. Personality He can be as chilly as his appearance would suggest. Izem has a deep, almost calming rumble of a voice that does not fit his appearance at all, but his tone can quickly grow aloof and clipped in nature. His words are curt and to the point; there is no beating around the bush with this one. If the truth is asked for, the truth shall be made known. This lion holds strength in high regard -- not necessarily physical strength, as he knows full well that it will not always win a fight -- as well as some form of loyalty. Not necessarily loyalty to an individual; rather, the devotion to an idea or the pride as a whole. He is a calculating individual, mind always working. While he does have physical strength as an advantage, he prefers to use his head first and come up with a plan of action for whatever task lies ahead. Izem also has a fairly strong sense of vengeance. Izem is actually, and secretly, quite fond of cubs and, when he is around them, he will often spend his free time playing with them, telling them stories, and practicing hunting or battle moves with them. They were his favorite members of his birth pride with their little bleps of tongues, besides the ladies, of course, for whom he would show his chivalrous side. He would take on the role of a secondary father for any cub who may feel lonely. Those in his pride and cubs are the only ones who will ever see a glimpse of kindness in him. For the former, he holds a tone of respect and makes sure that their thoughts are heard thoroughly before he replies. He does not ever mean to disrespect them, though he has no problem quelling disputes with a snide comment or two. That, though, is rare. Izem is his most friendly around the young. He has a strong liking for the other members of the pride, and he would never think to betray them. Izem may be a king, but he remains respectful of his subordinates and would not do anything to undermine their authority or make them look bad, unless they deserved it, of course. He might be caught joking with them occasionally, and even showing some sort of affection, though he always keeps himself looking his most powerful in their presence. Crush: Probably the queen Mate: the queen Cubs: prince, open Kin Open Affiliations Open Other He's about to drop dead anyway, so might as well make him go out with a bloody bang 
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K O V A N U 
Credits to images go to HOTNStock on DA Age: 4 Gender: Male Pride: Carrion Circle Rank: Member Desired Rank: Hmmph. Appearance Kovanu is a large male, though certainly not the tallest out there. His shoulders sit at 3.9 feet and he weighs in just over 400 pounds. His body is riddled with battle scars and hunting trophies, the most noticeable of which is a jagged crack across his right cheekbone, just under his eye. He also has a few prominent patches of scarring on his tail and chest. Kovanu has an interesting appearance, mostly stemming from his partial Kalahari bloodline. He is lighter than most, though he is certainly not albinoid. His eyes are blue and almost always slightly narrowed so as to protect them from the sunlight, since he is extra-sensitive to it. His coat is a dusty pearl-champagne mix and it never deviates from that color. Kovanu's build is a stocky, powerful one, built much more for battle than hunting. While he is still capable of the latter, he is much more useful as a finisher than a chaser; his muscling and size slow him down. He has good stamina and okay agility, but his physical forte is definitely brute force. Personality He is a stern, no-nonsense lion. Everything about him is steady, composed, and regal. He has an air about him that is both calming and fear-inducing. He is a creature who demands respect, and one who returns it where it is due. On the other hand, he will meet an attack with ten thousand times the fury, showing little mercy and even littler compassion. His pride's safety comes before his own, and even the hint of a threat towards them spells danger for the perceived menace. He is a powerful combatant, both physically and in matters of the mind. A quick wit, a sharp blep tongue, and a piercing gaze are equally as important to him as physical prowess. His sense of loyalty is strong to his pride as a whole; while there are some individuals who piss him off, he still cares for them. After all, it is his duty as well as his love. He is not one to hold grudges, but he will act out of vengeance. Once his revenge is complete, though, all is forgiven. Of course, the subject of his retaliation is usually dead, by then. While he is a quieter figure, he should not be underestimated. Hell hath no fury like a warrior scorned -- and he is quite easy to get on the bad side of. While he does not react strongly to personal jibes, the violent and threatening side of him is activated when mutterings are said of his family, friends, and pride. He does not take such mockings lightly. Kovanu is a strict leader-type. He holds those around him to the rules and expects them to be the best that they can be; he pushes them to be so. He does not tolerate constant bad behavior and is not afraid to kick someone's butt over it. He is not cruel, though. He takes care to spend a little extra time with the younger members of the pride, working with them and training them to be adept at both hunting and fighting. Both are important to him, and he wants every member to feel like they have a fighting chance in any less-than-desirable scenario. Crush: Open Mate: None Cubs: None Kin Open Affiliations Open Other |
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