Post by Mufasa on Oct 16, 2011 16:27:04 GMT -5
Name;; Mufasa
Age;; Three
Gender;; Male
Breed;; African Lion
Pride;; Alpha
Position;; N/A
Height;; Four feet at the shoulder.
Weight:: 550
Appearance;; 209 words
Mufasa is a rather large male lion. Standing at four feet tall, he is pure power and strength. A body that is well past eight feet long with a three foot tail would be quite a menacing opponent. Mufasa is a deep reddish brown in his mane, but a few white hairs peek a the bottom of the mane. His curved ears are protected by more than a few hairs. It seems there are actually a few layers of mane that covered his entire neck till they fade to much shorter tan hairs which cover his whole body til the end of his tail which sprouts a few longer hairs the same color as his mane. However, there is quite a mass of hair which covers the front of his chest and a few inches under his stomach. It appears that he has armpit hair. The strands of these hairs are much darker and browner than the ones that enfold his neck. On his face, a whiter muzzle is seen which comes back to a much darker face. Two amber colored eyes are intelligent and almost always alert unless they are closed for slumber. Two black lines serve as lips that are often in a smirk or a smile.
Personality;; 427
Intelligent: Mufasa is very intelligent and smart. It really what makes him a great leader. While he may appear to be the bronze over brains, he is excellent with thinking about things to say and what do to do when times call for the need to do so. While he isn't constantly getting into fights, when he does he thinks about each and every move as if it could be his last. Each attack could end his life and so he thinks before attacking. Precession is placed in every attack along with the power of his muscles.
Logical: While Mufasa may appear to not be so logical sometimes, he actually is very realistic. Others sometimes suffer from paranoia or insanity and Mufasa could never see himself falling for those kinds of tricks. Each and everything he does is kept well within his mind and carried out to the best of his ability. Being brave doesn't mean you have to be absolutely crazy too. However, this doesn't mean he won't take action is need be. Its just that if he does take attack, he isn't stupid enough to do it blindly so. He'll think of a few different plans.
Charming: Mufasa, while he it may seem he is all business, is actually quite the charmer when he wants to be. Most females would believe him to be rather handsome and if he wants a female bad enough, he may out a little charm into his words as well. While he doesn't let anything go to his head, Mufasa does know that he sometimes does have to work had to achieve a female. They aren't all going to fall for him because he can protect them. No, he understands that every lion needs personality to be an expectational leader which is just want wants to be. A great leader.
Protective&Vicious: This is a side most don't see because he doesn't allow anyone to see it. Its a side he has always been a shamed of when it comes out of him. Mufasa normally only uses this when he is fighting another male, kicking a male out of his pride, or if a male is trying to steal one of his females. While Mufasa hates to keep any female against her will, he does know he needs to reproduce to keep the lion bloodlines strong and the pride continuing. So no males are allowed to take a female after she is under his leader. If this happens, its like someone has switched a flip because Mufasa gets very violent.
History;; 340
Mufasa's history is that of a relatively normal one. His father was the Alpha of a rather large pride and his own mother was the Alphess thus making that litter the Heirs. There were four of them in the litter. Two girls and two boys. However, a girl died just a few hours after birth. So then there were only three lion clubs and Mufasa was one of them. He had a good childhood, protected by the rest of the pride and by two very good parents that kept them close at all times. From the beginning, it was very clear that Mufasa was the strongest one of the litter and the much bigger one as well. His sister, Ive, was a bit bossy as a child but soon she grew out of that and Alphess seemed to be in her blood. Being much more cunning and merciless than Mufasa and smallest brother, Hansen.
But Ive fell in love with an outsider of the pride lands and was banned from every returning. It was then decided Mufasa would take the throne when his father got very sick. Hansen didn't mind so much but he longed for his sister who he had always been close too. It was then that he left in search of her and Mufasa had no choice, but to ban him as well. His father always told him he would be Alpha and now that he was, it seemed he was failing to do his job. Only two years old, he couldn't do it alone. His father was dead, the pride was slowly losing food and his mother was nearing death as well. All siblings gone, soon the rest of them left as well and Mufasa decided that he couldn't stop them either. It was when he moved on and aged. He became more mature, much smarter than he had been. Now, he is ready to take up that place again and prove to his dead father that he could do it. Mufasa could be an Alpha.
Other;;
N/A
Your Name;; Kate
Other Characters;; N/A
Roleplaying Experience;; About nine years. Give or take a few.
Sample;;A woman knows the face of the man she loves,
as a sailor knows the open sea.
The salty breeze streamed right into Shackled's face, but she didn't mind. No, she breathed it deeply and allowed the salty smell to take over her mind for just a moment. Reality was a bitch, sometimes, and it had forced Shackled into a hard life. One of constant fighting and manipulating. A deep sigh escaped her maw as moved from the small hill she was sitting on to the snowy white beach. The tall sea grass grasped at her reddish brown pelt, roughly brushing against the fine hairs of her coat. However, with dense and thick hair, it did little to her. It was merely a reminder that she was on a beach. No where else in the world, but here in this beautiful moment. Large paws brushing the sand, Shackled soon found herself down the hill and onto the beach. She thought about running for a moment, but decided against it. Instead, she allowed the extremely small grains of sand run over her paws and through her toes. It tickled the underside of her paw and a few grains even got caught in her short hairs before following lose in a different place. A slender bodice full of grace, Shackled effortlessly made it to the beach before narrowing her amber colored orbs. The sun was to her back as it was setting now and dusk was setting in. The heat warmed her back and she remembered that she had once again made it through an almost impossible Winter. A sigh escaped her maw as she sat back on her haunches. A line of hair that fell the other way than ran down her spine and gave her the look of being brushed the wrong way. It was something her breed, Rhodesian Ridgeback, was known for. Shackled felt older than her three years of age. Yes, she felt as if she was ten years old and preparing for her death though she had no intention of dying anytime soon. She was in new lands now. A land were canines would be her biggest problems, not the unpredictable two-leggers that destroyed her life.
Shackled looked to her left side and saw, in the distance, a light house that looked rather old. The night before, the light had shown brightly. She would know, she had slept under it. A smile came to her face as she turned back to the bright sea green ocean in front of her. A night on the beach. That sounded like something romantic and she knew very well that she was not romantic. At all. No, Shackled was independent, a leader in her own right and pride. That was a constant thought in her mind...Being the pack leader of a rather larger pack. She could do it. Her need for thriving would prove her through and the fact that she cared for anyone who was loyal to her. It was her biggest down fall in life... It was something that could always hurt her and bite her in the butt. But she couldn't stop herself from doing it either. The warmth on her back was making her sleepy after a long day of exploring and she felt her eye lids slipping down over her amber orbs. A small yawn broke her jaws apart before she stood on all four of her long pillars. Shackled shook her out her coat all the way from her small dome to her thin next to her spidery long tail. She wagged it a few times before looking out into the ocean once more. Then she took a few quick paces to the place were the water met the sand. She found it was easiest to walk here and began, slowly, strutting back to the light house. Her paws barely sank into the packed sand and she began picking up the pace a bit more. Shackled moved like a machine and it was seen how youth really did bless her bodice and movement.
From a different website. This character of mine would be a canine.
