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Name: Katenka Age: 13 Years Old Gender: Female Rank: Lone Lioness Desired Rank: Death Appearance: Katenka is most definitely not the lioness she once was, age having sunk its claws into her and refusing to let go. Her fur is much duller then it once was, skin and jowls hanging lower then those of a younger female. Her nose is dark with age, and her head is broad and flat, as that happens with age, and her body is nowhere near the peak performance it was years ago, although her muscles have not completely deteriorated. Her teeth are yellow and worn, unable to properly hunt for herself due to them, and she relies on the kindness of others or scavenging to keep herself going. In her prime, Katenka was on the larger side for a lioness, standing at 3'7" at the shoulder, and weighing 360 pounds on a good day. Now, she tends to weigh less and slouch rather than stand at her full height. The first thing that many notice about the female is the large amount of scarring on her body. From her many, many years as a huntress and Queen, Katenka has grown a large array of them all across her figure. Her ears are tattered and worn, her teeth worn down, yellow, or otherwise broken, and her eyes a glossier hazel-green then they were in her younger years. In this RP, Katenka is going to be rather heavily wounded. She has been on her own for about two weeks, so scrapes have healed and most of her medium wounds have scabbed over, but her deeper wounds will take another week or so to fully scab over [so they have begun doing so] and longer to fully heal. Personality: Intelligent || Perceptive || Cold || Opinionated || Near Fearless || Observant || Wise || Grumpy || Rough Outer Shell, Mildly Softer Underneath || Kinda Like a Cactus And Its Flower || Old Lady Katenka is not who she used to be. In her younger years, she was kind, gracious, loving and trusting to any and all that befell her presence. It got her hurt more times then she could count, and so her walls formed with bricks of agony, trusting only those that proved to have the ability to scale them. She remained warm for most of her life, but eventually the warmth dimmed until she could only spare it for her pride, her family, those she loved with all her heart. Now, she is grumpy at best, and violent at worst. Forever opinionated, if she has something to say, she'll rarely hold her tongue. What has she to fear for sharing her opnions? Punishment? Death? It is coming for her anyway, why delay it through cowardice? She has existed too long and seen too much shit to fear the likes of those around her. She has a habit of keeping everyone at arms length emotionally, only allowing those that prove to mean no harm beyond her walls, to allow them to see the mushy, squished heart that hides beneath her thorns. Of those people, Katenka is protective, more than willing to put herself and her life at risk for the sake of theirs. Having spent many years as a huntress and a Queen, Katenka is extremely observant. Where her body has dulled, her mind has sharpened, and things rarely go beyond her notice anymore. Likewise, she is wise, often having advice to give if someone were to ask. Opinions she may share, advice, not so much. One must ask her direct questions to recieve true advice. Crush: Deceased. Mate: Deceased. Cubs: Mandlenkosi, her adult son, played by Imperial Sands. Kin: None. Affiliations: TBD. History: The Ayubu Pride, a pride far from here, once had a Great Queen, an aging female by the name of Katenka. She had ruled for much of her life, taking over as her aunts heir at the age of Four Years Old. It had been a long Nine Years since then, and none saw fit to overthrow her until the end of her reign. A young female sought a challenge, and Katenka knew instantly that her time as Queen had come to an end. Still, the elder fought valiantly, and had support of many of the pride members behind her. Predictably, she lost, and the young female banished the wounded elder from their territory, in case the pride overthrew her and put Katenka back on the throne. She does not blame the young female, but she is now alone and wounded in a world that is far from forgiving, and sincerely believes she will die. Not necessarily from her injuries, they have begun healing, and not from starvation, she has been scavenging. But she sincerely believes some predator will find her as an easy pickings and end her suffering. Other: |
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Name: Viyan Age: 7 Years Old Gender: Female Rank: Lone Lioness Desired Rank: Anything, as long as she is with her love again. Appearance: Viyan is, whilst most certainly not a small creature, not the largest being out there. She comes it at around 3.6 feet, not being quite as large as some, and not as large as her mother had been in her prime. Her weight comes in at 340 pounds, still a heavy, muscular creature, but something slightly on the slimmer side for her height. It's not as if she's sickly-looking or underfed, she's still a large, formidable huntress, but she's most certainly not the heaviest lioness to exist. Viyan isn't what many would consider a bulky lioness. She is tall, having long legs and a long body. Her weight is evenly distributed throughout her physique in the form of sinewy muscle, stretching across flesh and bone. It's a figure she garnered from her mother, allowing her to follow in the older lionesses pawsteps and becoming a powerful huntress. She has a slightly slimmer build than some of the other lionesses, not an overly broad chest or shoulders, and not a very large head, but she's still a creature of speed and power. The lioness, although slightly on the younger side, is not free of scars. Her years of hunting have given her gashes and wounds, divets and bumps of scar tissue. They litter sparcely across her sides, back and legs, and are, in some cases, unnoticeable. Viyan has a coat that seems to change hues depending on the light. Overall, she is a pretty shade of golden-bronze, often leaning more towards the latter colouration. Sometimes, in certain lighting, she can be a mixture of that golden-bronze and tan, but, still, the lioness leans towards the golden-bronze. Even her chest is a soft golden hue, whereas it is normally cream with others of her species. It turns to something like cream between her forelegs and on her stomach, but her chest remains untouched by the pale colour. Her eyes, too, are an odd shade. They are a bright colour of what can only be called topaz, a mixture of bronze, gold and honey. They are not at all like the normal yellow or olive eyes that lions tend to have, matching her shades of darker colours. Even her scent has a softer, darker kind of tint, being a rich, earthy smell. Personality: Viyan was raised well by her mother, and turned out to be a lioness of an overall pleasant demeanor. She is quiet and respectful to those that have earned it, although not quite something to be regarded as reserved. To the right questions, she can open up like a book, but she's someone that would rather be off to the side, someone that rarely pushes herself to be in the spotlight, and rarely voices her opinions unless pushed to do so. Likewise, she has patience that stretches miles in every direction. There are rarely things that get passed her observations. In the midst of her quiet demeanor, Viyan is watchful, and notices almost everything. If something escapes her, it is truly uncover, something secretive and well-hidden. She's spent much of her life willingly on the sidelines, and has learned to read body language more than words, to pay attention to the way someone is acting beyond what they speak. Viyan is soft in nature, twisting herself to the will and needs of others well before her own, and puts others above herself. She is almost a perfect cuddle-buddy, willing to lay with another for as long as they need, so long as they've earned her affection. She is loving and nurturing, gentle and caring. She shows her love for another in many ways, and is rarely afraid of showing her affections for someone. Viyan is, above all else, protective. She might be gentle and loving, but if you harm those that she cares about, there is little she wouldn't do to get back at you. Spiteful might even be the word for it, but she is caring up until a point, and, once you get to that point, there is no coming back. Spiteful, vindictive, manipulative, merciless. Viyan loves until she cannot love anymore, and once you've given her enough reasons to stop loving you, her hatred burns hotter than flames. Once she's reached her breaking point, there are no second chances. She'll give chances upon chances until you mess up one last time, the straw that broke the camels back so to speak, and she'll have no more of you in her life. It will hurt her, yes, but keeping you there will hurt her more in the long run, and she knows that. Once she's made her mind up about a person being bad, she's stubborn to a fault, and there's little that someone can do to change her perspective. Crush: Her Mate. Mate: Mandlenkosi. She is currently unsure if he is dead or alive, but her heart belongs to him all the same. Cubs: Her youngest litter is dead. [Tene's girl] is her daughter from the King before Kosi. Kin: None other than her daughter in the RP. Affiliations: [Name] | Daughter [Text] Mandlenkosi | Her Lost Mate [Text] History: Viyan was the Queen of her pride when Kosi took over, and stayed at the helm to aid the new male. He was kind, just and fair, he allowed them to keep their cubs, and was merciful in allowing the previous King to walk away rather than killing him. She became both his mate and his Queen, and aided him in leading. He may have had cubs with many of the pride lionesses, but Viyan knows his heart belongs to her. When Kosi fell to a challenger, Viyan knew that she had to leave to follow him. She could not give cubs to another, she could not lead beside another, and so, with a heavy heart, and her eldest daughter beside her, Viyan left to follow her mate. Other: |
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Can I also reserve an unborn cub for later on? |
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Polly's characters are accepted.
And yes you may Opal <3 |
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