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Name: Cahnah
Age: 5 Months
Gender: Female
Rank: Sundrop
Pride: Cobhet'na Ha
Species: Homotherium serum
Appearance:
Cahnah is an all white cub, to the surprise of her very dark hued mother. Her pale color and golden/yellow markings around her eyes are the reason she was selected as a Sundrop. Her eyes are a honey-like amber color, it reminds one of the sun.
Abilities:
- _ - STEALTH - _ - Cahnah is sneaky on her feet, her paws step softly and lightly. She cannot, however, hide in darkness.
-_-CLIMBING-_- Due to her pelt's white color, Cahnah finds it difficult to hide in tall grass. She now attempts to climb trees and ambush prey, which is beginning to grow more and more successful as she ages.
Personality: Light and sprightly, Cahnah always tends to be a curious and adventurous soul. Her eyes see the world anew every morning, the cub is constantly attempting to sneak out of camp and see more. The Tear of the Sun must keep a close eye on her for Cahnah moves swiftly, even with such short chubby cub-legs.
Cahnah feels a strange sadness when she thinks of her mother and her siblings. Being removed from the litter the moment she was able to eat meat instead of milk, Cahnah barely knows anything about them.
When asked, Cahnah simply smiles and moves on but, when one pays close attention, there is an aura of sorrow about her. Sure, she may be a cub blessed by the Sun Sabers but, she wants to be normal too.
History: Cahnah was born to Kisza, a dark, nearly black saber and Juine, a lighter toned but still deeply colored saber. She was born along with her brothers, Zika and Mailu, and her sister, Lentah. Her siblings resembled her mother, mostly, but Cahnah stuck out of her litter like a sore thumb. The Empress of Cobhet'na Ha and the Tear of the Sun believed her to be blessed by the Sun Sabers. Having noted her pale color and golden markings, they stated she was imbued with light, thus removing the black and gray color from her fur.
Once she was able to eat meat, Cahnah was removed from the care of her mother and given to the Tear of the Sun to be trained and raised by her. The Tear of the Sun is a loving saber and Cahnah loves her in return but, the cub still aches for the family she was removed from.
Lineage:
Mother - Kisza (Gladiator, OPEN)
Father - Juine (Gladiator, OPEN)
Brothers
Zika - (Apprentice, OPEN)
Mailu - (Apprentice, OPEN)
Sister - Lentah (Apprentice, OPEN)
Mentor: (The Tear of the Sun of Cobhet'na Ha)
Apprentices: None
Relationship Status: Single/No Mate
Other:
Theme: Mac Miller - Come Back to Earth
Name: RajahAge: 6 years
Gender: Male
Rank: Emperor
Pride: Cobhet’na Ha
Species: Smilodon populator
Appearance: Rajah is a larger, heavy cat. He dons dreads and ancient, blue markings upon his golden fur.
Abilities: Although slightly slower than most cats, his strength makes up the most of it. His experience in dueling left him to be one of the most ruthless cats in his clan. He is exceptional at Hunting, as in most cats, but his stealth could be worked on.
Personality: Rajah is a prideful male. He’s strict, keeping up a fatherly image, but is a big teddy bear on the inside. He tries to take care of everyone in the clan, even if it exhaust him.
History: He was born into the royal blood, but with the benefits came the harsh teachings his mother and father put him through. He had to earn his right to the throne. He learned to duel and hunt under his father and his endurance and stealth from his mother. His mother passed away on his first birthday, killed by an outsider, leaving him alone with his heartbroken dad. At the age of 4, his father finally passed from a broken heart, reunited with his only lover.
He became Emperor early, but he has proven himself worthy many times, and he will do it again if her must.
Lineage:
Toma - Mother [Deceased]
Achak - Father [Deceased]
Mentor: Unknown
Apprentices: None
Relationship Status: Open
Other:
Name: Ujasiri. Age: (Years, Months are optional): Five Years Old.
Gender: Female.
Rank: (See the Rank Information thread if you're confused about this) Champion.
Pride: Kychet Net.
Species: (See this thread for more information) Smilodon Gracilis.
Appearance: Ujasiri is a grayish, white Sabertooth with red stripes, likely painted with blood and darker rosettes, with striking blueish, golden eyes. She is made of pure muscle and possesses quite a large built for a female sabertooth with broad shoulders, long legs, and wide paws.
ujasiri by moon☽child (Check out this link to see my drawing of Ujasiri!)
Abilities: (Stealth/Speed/Hunting/Etc): Ujasiri is the protecter of a flock, with protective instincts that make her a mighty guardian. She is a strapping foe who can trick her enemies into thinking that her weight slows her down, however, on the contrary, she is fleet on her paws, and more nimble than the eye perceives. As a guard, she doesn’t need to hunt, nevertheless, she does so anyway. Ujasiri doesn’t always depend on her strength; she is clever and astute, using her intelligence to turn the battle to her favor.
Personality: Ujasiri’s is shown cold, unsociable, and reserved. When it comes to her duty, she is immensely loyal, and would sacrifice her life for the Emperor and Empress in a heartbeat. Ujasiri dislikes betrayal above all else, and any affront to the Empress. Ujasiri is however quite regretful. She’s killed uncountable ammounts of enemies, and marks them down onto her coat with blood as a constant reminder that she’s a murderer. She confessed that sooner or later, her silver pelt will be covered in scarlet without no trace of her former fur, marking her as unredeemable. Ujasiri is always amiable anytime she’s with the Empress. If the ever Empress ceased to exist, Ujasiri would end her life, affirming that there is no use in living if the Empress was no longer with her.
History: Ujasiri was born to Zuri and Elwisa, along with her younger brothers, Mosi and Moyo. She was the strongest of the litter, and was chosen to become a Gladiator during a young age. She was a ruthless combatant, and clawed up her way in the ranks. After turning only two years old, the Empress favored her and chose her to be her guard. The Empress was kind, and Ujasiri grew quite fond of her, almost to the point of borderline obsession. The pendulum between love and fixation towards the Empress only fueled Ujasiri’s infatuation of her and lead her to become extremely protective and possessive of her. Ujasiri is shown to be fairly envious of the Emperor, however, she knows her place, and pledges her undying and unwavering loyalty to them.
Lineage: Zuri (Mother), Elwisa (Father), Mosi (Brother), Moyo (Brother).
Mentor: Amana.
Apprentices: (if it applies) None Yet.
Relationship Status: Single.
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Otter wrote: "APPROVED! (Sorry if that approval was kinda late, I thought I already Approved it)"lol that’s fine!
Name: Ikan
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Rank: Champion
Pride: Kychet Net
Species: Dinofelis barlowi
Appearance: The cat before you has a strange appearance. Her fur is snow white and her stripes somewhat faded. Her eyes are an icy blue with a pinkish rim along the bottom of her eyes and her nose. She was born an albino, her pigment faded into a pure white fur.
As a cub:
Abilities: Being a champion, she puts her strength before herself. Although, with her strength, she had to learn to use it. She uses hunting as training, being exceptional in both hunting, stealth, and dueling.
Personality: Ikan is a compassionate cat. She sympathises for both Dires and Sabers despite being in a clan that hates Dires. She’s loyal, curious, and somewhat secretive of her motives.
History: Ikan was born in a family of healers. Destined to be a healer, she was forced to practice medicine. Finding that she didn’t enjoy the occupation, she sneaked out to practice under a warrior. After a year of practicing, she was enrolled as a warrior. Both of her parents disapproved, refusing to speak to her anymore. A day after her mother disappeared and her father passed a few days later. She rose in ranks by the tie she turned 5, willing to protect the Empress at any cost, even her ideals are very much different than hers.
Lineage:
Celeste - Mother [Missing]
Kakuna - Father [Deaceased]
Mentor: Unknown
Apprentices: None
Relationship Status: Open
Other:
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Age ___ 5 years , 8 months
Gender ___ Male
Rank ___ Blackguard
Pride ___ N/A
Species: Smilodon fatalis
Appearance:
Sef is a mostly dark hued cat, with light spotting of black and white around his feet, tail, and face. He sports a lighter build for his species, most likely due to being a Blackguard for most of his life.
Sef has taken crushed red berries from a tree and applied them to different parts of his body as paint. They start off a bright red color but, within a few hours they are turned a crimson hue.
Abilities:
{ HUNTING }
Having to hunt alone, Sef has become wonderful at using his energy wisely to obtain the weak and older members of a herd. Using herbs and berries, the saber will sometimes coat himself in musky painted stripes. These scents hide the smell of smilodon, so the prey takes longer to realize his presence.
{ CUNNING }
Though he is a big cat, Sef can be easily overcame by a foe who's smart enough. Because of this, Sef pays close attention to the actions of others and acts accordingly. His memory is quite reliable.
{ COVERT }
Preferring not to interact with other sabers, Sef is swift to abscond from an area and quick to avoid conversation. He can blend in well with a crowd and slip away in the blink of an eye.
Personality:
Sefuja is a very sly fox in all of his ways. He always attempts to sneak a joke or a flirt or any sort of banter in every conversation. Often, he attempts to smile and sweet talk his way out of most fights.
In all reality, Sef just doesn't believe himself worthy. He never trusts his own strength or his own intelligence.
History:
Sef once ran with a pride of sabers in the far south. It was a strange group, ones who allowed cats with no fangs into their ranks. They looked quite similar to the sabers, sometimes even larger and more intimidating.
Without Sefuja's knowledge, whom at the time was only about 5 or 6 months old, his mother was accused of treason. She had apparently been caught speaking with a member of a nearby enemy pride, possibly discussing battle plans or revealing any weaknesses in the pride's territory patrols.
Due to her disobeying the orders of their leader, her and her one cub, Sefuja, were cast into the desert. They were no longer allowed to hunt on their territory or return to the home from which they came.
They came across valleys and rivers, mountains and forests. Together they hunted the entire way, using the old traditions his mother knew to their utmost advantage.
When Sefuja was around a year and a half old when his mother began to grow weak. She smelled of sickness and constantly needed rest.
Eventually, she could not move another step. She refused to go forward. Sefuja didn't want to leave her but, as the life left her face, it became harder to stay.
He continued to follow the direction they were already traveling. A star in the sky which always pointed him north allowed him to journey with at least some guidance.
For some reason, Sefu has decided to stop in a certain region. His paws feel linked to the earth here, and the sun warms his skin in an enchanting way. Why he is so compelled to investigate the area is unknown to even himself but, he's damn sure gonna do it.
Lineage:
Mother - Nakati (Deceased)
Father - Unknown.
Mentor: Nakati (Deceased)
Apprentices: None!
Relationship Status: N/A (Lone boi)
Other:
Theme: Die Antwoord - Fish Paste
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Name: Bakari, The Cursed Womb.Age: Eight years.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Empress.
Pride: Kychet Net.
Species: Smilodon Fatalis.
Appearance:
Appearance Description: Frequently praised for the luxurious feel and shine of her thick layers of fur, Bakari's build is a delicate mixture of majesty and power earned through the blending of her parents' genetics and her own fine grooming and dedication to her form. Her paws, massive and padded for silence, are as quick to discipline and kill those she desires as they are to gently tend and paw at the youngest and most fragile of cubs. Her dark spotting provides further camouflage against faraway detection, and her eyes a striking copper that are capable of sending chills of dread throughout the bodies of the victims she chooses to glower upon. When in the presence of her pride, she paints intricate swirling markings of gold and silver in soft patterns beneath her eyes and upon her shoulders, down her spine to the very tip of her tail.
Abilities: While her title as Empress may speak otherwise, she did not earn her title simply through acts of grace and elegance. Born to one of the best huntresses of her mother's generation, along with having the blood of a great Champion such as her father was, she was brought up to be just as formidable and just as fiercely commanding as they believed she could become. Bakara's trust and sheer pride in her daughter's potential was so powerful that she eventually refused to bear any more cubs for the remainder of her life, having already known that she had given birth to one of Kychet Net's finest future warriors. Under the guidance of her parents, Bakari developed into a sharp, calculating, and deadly creature as she continued to grow. Her mother's tenacity and patience combined with her father's brutal ferocity paved the path to everything their daughter would soon become as she reached the age of adulthood and rose higher into the rank of the revered Empress through her cunning and manipulative tongue, as well as her undeniable prowess in both hunting and combat fields. A silent killer. A ruthless warrior. A born leader.
Personality: As the Empress of Kychet Net, Bakari learned quickly through personal experience the necessity of balancing between the harsh disciplinary actions of a tyrant and the merciful gestures of that of a compassionate leader. Admirably patient with the cunning mind of that of a serpent, she has well proven herself a forbidding mastermind in both the field of war and diplomacy. With her heart set on the sole aspiration of complete and utter domination of the territory of the Dire Wolves; be it through peace or total annihilation of their specie. Eloquent in her speech with the subtle edge of a command in every word, her very presence is comparable to the ominous and distant threat of thunder, hidden within dark, swirling clouds rolling across the sky to cover the land in shadow. However, she does appear to have a maternal tenderness in her eyes when faced with young cubs, seeming to be frequently touched by their innocence. In spite of this, Bakari is not one to make attachments easily, with the sole exception being her daughter, Subira, who she holds close with a fearsome and obsessively protective instinct to preserve. She does have a tendency to fall into deep cycles of depression every now and then, but dares not ever show such weakness until the moments that she knows she will not be disturbed.
History: Born into a world that was always assured to become her very own if she had the strength to clutch onto it with all of her might and drag it down to her level, Bakari was the daughter of Baraka and Shomari of the Kychet Net pride; both highly respected members and each with their own uniquely characteristic reason as to why that was. Her mother, praised for her remarkably quick wit and hunting ability. Her father, once thought capable of taking the throne for himself if he ever deemed it to be necessary, was an excellent fighter and Champion of Champions in his youth. Because of this powerful lineage, Bakari was born into a world filled with expectations of how she would manage to meet their legacy. From the time that she was two years old, Bakari was trained exclusively under the watchful eye of her parents due to their absolute refusal to turn her to anyone else that they deemed even remotely unworthy of the teaching of their young one.
As youth changed to beauty as time continued to pass, it was soon revealed that her parents' ultimate goal was to open the passageway to Bakari's future within the pride among the ranks of royalty, even if their methods were heavily protested by their daughter up until the very point that she was selected to be the first betrothed to the Emperor of Kychet Net. Her independence having been stripped away so abruptly, having no love or care for the male that she would soon come to have to know as her mate, Bakari would have likely challenged anyone she needed to in order to win her freedom back if her father did not threaten to end her life the moment that she tried to defy the biggest opportunity she could have ever received in her life. At five years, not long after she was raised to the rank of Empress, she found herself to be pregnant with the Emperor's first offspring. As much as she felt nothing but apathy towards the Emperor himself, especially as he continued to seek potential heirs elsewhere in the forms of younger females within the pride, she swore to herself and the unborn life sheltered within her womb that she would raise and care for them as her mother did for her. But little did she know that it would only be the very beginning of a seemingly endless cycle of loss, grief, self-hatred, and great sorrow.
Her first labor was incredibly taxing, taking twelve hours in total to give birth to two tiny little cubs; both having suffocated to death during the long process of the birth. With barely three months to recover from the loss of her young ones, she was again soon impregnated due to the forceful will of the Emperor, who was determined to have a living heir, one way or another, to succeed him. When it came time for her to give birth to her cubs, she bore three sons and a daughter, though much to her dismay, the Caretakers deemed them to be too sickly to survive more than a few weeks time, and her cubs once again passed into the cold, unfeeling evening. When she became pregnant with her final litter, Bakari plummeted into a state of half-life and death as she cursed the Emperor's name every waking moment, feeling forsaken and abandoned by the Wesi Net. Her labor that fateful day was the most agonizing it had ever been, daring not to allow herself to feel the smallest spark of anxious hope even as she began to hear the soft, helpless mewls of her daughters. The eldest given the name Andaiye, and the youngest named Subira.
As healthy as they were alive, Bakari began to slowly relax and believe that perhaps, this time, she had finally been given mercy. When they turned one year of age, it was clear out of the two Prodigies who took the most from their mother, while Subira seemed to be almost the complete opposite of Bakari's fearless and confident nature. Shy and mild, Subira was quickly regarded as the less likely to gain the Emperor's favor in comparison to Andaiye's bold and charismatic personality. Yet, just months before her second year, Andaiye met a gruesome and tragic end at the savage teeth of a small pack of Vagabonds that had crept into Kychet Net territory in the hopes of finding some scrapes to eat. The Empress personally saw to their slow and barbaric end as she disemboweled each and every one of them and tore their throats out for good measure, but nothing could hope to quell the depthless despair in her heart as she once again was subjected to the mourning of one of her precious cubs. Ever since that day, her daughter Subira was nearly crushed underneath the full brunt of the pressure of the current sole Prodigy of her father that her sister had seemed to so effortlessly carry on her shoulders up until the moment of her death. Bakari, no longer able to accept the possible chance of Subira also leaving her, made a personal and vindictive vow against the deities that she would not allow them to take another one of her babies.
They would not take her.
They would not take her.
They would never take her.
Lineage:
Mother: Baraka - Deceased.
Father: Shomari - Deceased.
Siblings:
~ N/A.
Offspring:
First Litter:
Daughter - Stillborn.
Son - Stillborn.
Second Litter:
Son: Zahur - Deceased.
Son: Kitwana - Deceased.
Daughter: Jehlani - Deceased.
Son: Shani - Deceased.
Third Litter:
Daughter: Andaiye - Deceased.
Daughter: Subira.
Mentor: Kakena - Deceased.
Apprentices:
~ N/A.
Relationship Status: Mated to the Emperor of Kychet Net.
Other:
- Her favorite prey is horse, and while it used to be buffalo, her tastes dramatically changed to that of complete revulsion the day that her daughter, Subira, was mutilated and permanently crippled by one.
Love and Sacrifice (Kura~) wrote: "Name: Bakari, The Cursed Womb.Age: Eight years.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Empress.
Pride: Kychet Net.
Species: Smilodon Fatalis.
Appearance:
Appearance Description: Frequently praised for the luxuri..."
subira’s and bakari’s lives are harsh wow :o
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Pride: kychet netSpecies: homotherium serum
Appearance: With light like a moon, fur like a star, and beauty without a wall~ quote by ME about Nyosko.
She has silvery fur. More gray though.Her eyes are the ones that really stick out. They turn like a radio station between blue and lavender. The blue is a, dark color. With light shining threw. Like, like when a cloud covers the sky. And passes away into lavender. She has small tuft of brown fur around her tail base and paws.
Abilities: None
Personality: A heart of pure,with a trickster at mind and feel~ quote by ME bout Nyosko. Nyosko wouldn't be caught dead tricking someone, but I said wouldn't be caught, not she doesn't trick. It's like her hobby, to having her sister scream at the dead spider she put in her fur. Things like that. She enjoys it, but she never hurts anyone. Never,never,never. Well, no one in her tribe that is...
History: ((this might be terrible cause I'm sleepy, they are usually more de"tail"ed)) Mother died at birth, dad was dead before she was born. Tyshiko is her sister. With no parents they drank milk off of others mothers. ((so, s o, so, so, so,so sorry it's so short!))
Lineage:
Tynoi(father, deceased)
Lysoone(mother, deceased)
Tyshiko(sister, open)
Mentor: None
Apprentice: None
Relationship: None
Other: none
And don't forget about her position, if she has one.
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Please specify Age, Gender, Name(even tho i see it in the descriptions, i gotta make sure), and Rank!
I see she has no mentor or abilities, so id like to assume she is young but i cant know unless you tell me.
Other than that, youre A'OK!! Lemme know when you edit so i can approve you!
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Sorry! Cause I had made this before, then it got deleted and it felt like I already put the name! Sorry
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Name: Lakicia. Age: (Years, Months are optional): Four Years Old.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Courtesan.
Pride: Kychet Net.
Species: (See this thread for more information) Xenosmilus Hodsonae.
Appearance: Lakicia is a slender, sleek female sabertooth, with aquamarine eyes and an orange coat. She dark brown stripes covering her from head-to-toe. She’s a beauty to behold, with long, elegant whiskers and a graceful built, perfect from top to bottom.
Abilities: (Stealth/Speed/Hunting/Etc): Lakicia is a courtesan, therefore, she isn’t required to hunt or fight, however, if needed, she can defend herself from any harm. She instinctively knows how to hunt, however, she doesn’t like exerting herself, having been pampered most of her life. This changes throughout some point of her life, as she learns to take care of herself.
Personality: From cubhood, she was spunky and due to the emperor’s mollycoddling, she became arrogant, conceited, and snotty. However, over time, Lakicia grew much wiser for her age. She behaved much more benevolent, and treated those around her with kindess. She is close to Ujasiri, the guard of the Empress and Emperor. They are like sisters and confide in many things together. Lakicia has affections for the caretaker, Kiira, and his friend, Siwazuri. She pursues a romantic affair with them, even though it’s strictly against the law of a courtesan.
History: Lakicia was abandoned as a cub by her mother and was taken in by the emperor of Kychet Net. He spoiled her with luxuries, and she grew haughty as a result. However, after some time, she met Kiira, a caretaker in the pride. She began to spend more time around him, and fell for him more gradually. During this time, she met Ujasiri, whom surprisingly befriended her. Kiira taught her patience and compassion, and they secretly sneak out to see each other, which is against the customs of the courtsans. While with Kiira, Lakicia meets Siwazuri, Kiira’s hotheaded and ambitious friend. Siwazuri immediately takes to her, and courts her. Kiira doesn’t seem to mind this.
Lineage: Unknown (Mother), Unknown (Father), Unknown (siblings).
Mentor: (I guess the Emperor counts.)
Apprentices: (if it applies) None yet.
Relationship Status: Concubine of the Emperor.
Name: NysykoAge: 4 months
Gender: female
Rank: Prodigy
Pride: Kychet Net
Species: Homotherium
Appearance: Nysyko 's fur is a light brown, with darker tufts behind her ears. She also had a white chest and front paw(left paw). She is a little tall for her age as well. Her eyes are a light blue that always have a glint of excitement in them. Nysyko has a marking that most don't notice. On her neck, she has a white marking that is shaped just like a saber tooth 's tooth.
Abilities: anyone can see that this little girl is going to grow up into a great hunter. She is very swift and graceful on her powerful paws. She dodges fast at high speeds.
Personality: Nysyko is very helpful. Like all children she plays a lot. But if she is sparked to do something she stops playing and does it. She is a sunshine with... A shadow. Yes, every cat and wolf has something they wish they didn't have. Nysyko is TERRIBLE at remembering things. But other than that, she's a sweet, kind, helpful little baby.
History: Born to an empress, there ain't really been any big things in her 4 months of life. When she gets older, her History status will change.
((sorry if I'm forgetting something inbetween history and this next thing))
Mentor: None yet, but open for the future.
Apprentice: None
Relationship status: I want her to develop a crush as she gets older, open.
Other: her lucky number is 13(yes her lucky number is considered an unlucky number)
((sorry if I'm forgetting something!))
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APPROVED!! Shes a lovely character :)
Name: Subira, The Crippled Heir.Age: Four years.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Prodigy.
Pride: Kychet Net.
Species: Smilodon Fatalis-Gracilis.
Appearance: [Prior to accident.]
Appearance Description: As fragile and petite as a delicate bird, even in the days before the tragic accident that left it's haunting scars upon the young female's flesh and bone, her mother used to say in Subira's youth that she would eventually grow to become more muscular and sturdy much like herself, but as Subira aged into adulthood and her unusual slim figure remained, her frailness became one of the very first disappointments the young Prodigy faced under the scrutiny of the rest of the pride. Nonetheless, she could have been considered somewhat elegant if not for the disfigurement of her left hind-leg and hip that rendered it almost completely useless, even when simply walking. Unlike her mother, who's full and beautifully luxurious coat received songs of praise from her peers prior to her ascension to royalty, Subira's creamy brown, sleek fur was often remarked in hushed whispers as "strange" and "unnatural" due to their dark spotted stripping that was apparently very uncommon even in the Empress' specie as a cub, and in answer to their gossip, Bakari ordered the Caretakers to gradually make Subira's markings fade overtime by covering them with earthy dyes. To this day, she is still forbidden to expose herself out in the public without applying them, though after the accident, Subira no longer dared to utter a complaint since the dyes worked well in hiding the grotesque nature of her scars. The color of her eyes are one of the few similarities that she shares with her mother, having been born with a bright and warm copper gaze that often seem to have a deep sadness within their depths whenever she is seen hobbling slowly through the halls of the palace like a mournful ghost.
Abilities: Not that she had many abilities to begin with, Subira was more popularly regarded as an avid intellectual rather than physically gifted. Her sister, on the other paw, was said to be blessed with both and was a shining example of their lineage before her untimely death, of which the entire pride came to grieve the loss of her life while when Subira came back that evening after her devastating accident, barely anyone had shown much concern besides gossiping whispers and quiet voices in her direction as she was dragged back to the palace to be tended to like the helpless cub that she was. Her first and only hunt had ended in complete failure, so Subira never had the chance to truly hone her skills as a huntress besides her natural instinct, which had been subpar at best, all things considered. Before the time of her accident, her innate ability at stealth had been quite praiseworthy due to the sleek nature of her form and the way shadows seemed to almost wrap themselves around her like a veil to conceal her from wandering eyes within the jungle foliage. Presently, subtlety was one of the many things Subira had lost due to the sound of her constant limp and the solemn dragging of her maimed leg whenever and wherever she walks. However, not long after her recovery, Subira began to pour more of what remained of her energy into learning more about the healing arts in secret, using her disfigurement as her sole motivation to seek out knowledge of more advanced medicinal practices as a precautionary measure in the hopes of preventing similar injuries for others in her pride.
Personality:
A peacemaker at heart, what Subira lacked in strength of body or a powerful voice to command the masses like her bearers, she made up for with sharp intellect and a compassionate spirit, even if it was never entirely appreciated or admired by those that had different ideas of what made a Saber worthy of praise within her pride. While her sentiments may have often gone unwanted, much like her mother, Subira has a unique sway with the gentleness of her words that soothes those with with a more open-minded perspective; especially young cubs that are occasionally left in her care due to her habit of often mingling herself with the Caretakers and adopting their responsibilities every now and then in order to shake away the monotony and loneliness of having to be hidden away within her chambers for hours on end waiting for her mother to come and stifle her with more lectures on what she was expected of as the eldest of the Prodigies, even though they both knew that doing so was more akin to self-torture because of the painful reality of their situation after Subira’s accident. Despite how often she tries to avoid interacting with the majority of her pride, Subira has always longed for a real connection with someone in order to fill the emptiness that has constantly been ailing her since Andaiye’s passing. A friendship, not born of sympathy or pity, but of mutual understanding. So far, such things would seem a little too much to ask for. Many claim, including Bakari, that Subira’s main weakness is her kindness and willingness to go through troubling lengths in order to stay true to her ideals. Seen as cowardly when it comes to dealing with conflict and defending herself against the onslaught of insults and apathy that is cast upon her by those who consider her just a crippled and living burden to the pride, if it wasn’t for the fear that was instilled within them by the thought of the Empress’ unforgiving punishment if harm were to ever come to her last remaining cub, the thought of simply offering Subira as a sacrifice not even worthy to be given up to the Sun Sabers, but as scraps for the wolves would have likely been all the more frequent.
History:
The thrum of a rapid heartbeat. A sharp exhale of a labored breath. The feeling of thundering vibration that caused the very earth to tremble with every heavy and panicked hoof-fall of the Turo before her. The burning stretch of her muscles had pushed her forward with more ease than she could have thought possible, sending rushes of adrenaline so pure she felt as if nothing could stop her from taking back everything that had been stolen from her since the day of her birth: Dignity, words of kindness, affection, praise, a sense of belonging. Acceptance. She was no less worthy of those things than any other, and this had been her opportunity to show them all, her last chance at redemption for being who and what she was in their eyes. The insatiable craving on her tongue as she surged toward this symbol of freedom that had come so close to being within claw’s reach had not been out of hunger in that moment, but the desperate need to fulfill her mother’s sole desire, and her own as well.
"Subira! SUBIRA, NO!" Her mother's scream, distant and faint, came far too late as Subira tore her eyes away from the young Turo just in time to see one of the larger bulls charging towards her, hidden within her blind-spot as it came up quickly from her right side with a wrathful grunt. There was no time to maneuver out of the way before Subira felt the full, bone-breaking force of the bull's armored skull against her shoulder as it sent her flying into the air in a ungraceful, spinning heap onto the ground. The choking clouds of dust from the impact disoriented her just as effectively as the excruciating pain shooting up her leg, the bone of her scapula having fractured and the radius of her leg having snapped completely under the massive pressure and momentum of the hit. She would have screeched in pure agony if she had only the breath in her lungs to do it.
This was it. Her time had come. She knew that the moment the dust cleared, the bull would come to finish what she had so carelessly begun. Subira could feel blood trickling from the puncture wound marring her side where one of the Turo's horns ripped through hide and flesh with ease. Wheezing for a single breath of air, Subira's dazed eyes locked with those of the Turo's as he snorted and huffed in aggravation just a few lengths away from where she laid, his hooves tearing the ground as he approached to make the final blow. "I.. I-I'm sorry.. Mother.." Subira choked, her voice weak and hoarse as she closed her eyes to accept her fate. 'They were right..'
However, what she heard in the end was not the bull's cry, but the Empress' terrifying roar of tormented outrage as she threw herself at the Turo, knocking him off-balance with the weight of her momentum as he crashed onto his side with a thump that rattled the earth. The bull had barely any time to let out one final low before the Empress sank her fangs into the neck of the great beast, stilling him just long enough for the others to join in for the kill as claws and teeth ripped and tore through the bison's heavy coat to the savory flesh beneath.
But none of that was of any more concern to the Empress as she immediately pushed herself off from the Turo's bleeding corpse to crouch low beside her cub's broken and bleeding body with an expression twisted with grief. Even if she survived her injuries.. she would never be the same again, and they both knew that. Her mother's hopes shattered. Subira's life a ruined husk of what it once was.. and could have been.
The Crippled Heir. A suiting title for one such as herself. If Subira had thought that she had experienced the worst of the treatment that her pride could have possibly given her, she knew she would have been sorely mistaken as she began to hear that name spoken with malicious and mocking intent outside the doors of her chambers and by those that passed her in the halls of the palace as they mimicked her limp with almost foolish exaggeration before shoving their way onward, laughing as they watched her stumble to the ground or against the wall and finally leaving her alone to recover. She was always alone, which in some ways, had always been their one constant show of twisted kindness towards her. It was often more than what her mother often chose to do after her daughter’s accident occurred; smothering her to the brink of suffocation and forbidding her from exiting the palace without an escort chosen by the Empress herself. A prisoner within her own home, and the humiliation only continued to grow as those of the pride took great pleasure in reminding her just how lowly and impotent she was due to the coddling she received. The only way that Subira has ever found an escape from the life that the Wesi Net had thrust upon her was to bury herself in studies of medicine and old cultural traditions she had learned from the Ancients back when she was an Apprentice. In the secrecy of the evening, Subira finds herself sometimes sneaking out of the palace in order to seek out fresh herbs to offer to the Caretakers as well as to simply have some time to herself without anyone knowing where she was as an act of subtle rebellion against her circumstances.
Lineage:
Mother: Bakari.
Father: The Emperor of Kychet Net.
Siblings: Deceased
~ Sister - Stillborn.
~ Brother - Stillborn.
~ Brother: Zahur - Deceased.
~ Brother: Kitwana - Deceased.
~ Sister: Jehlani - Deceased.
~ Brother: Shani - Deceased.
~ Sister: Andaiye - Deceased.
Mentor: Koman - Was dismissed by the Empress shortly after Subira's accident.
Apprentices:
~ N/A.
Relationship Status:
- Open.
Other:
She developed a crippling fear of the Turo after her accident, no pun intended.
She likely would have made an impressive Caretaker if her mother had not vehemently rejected their request to take her in after they noticed that she had taken an interest in herbalism and was a good study.
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Name Tenebris (I know it is latin, but I love the name!)Age 5 years
Gender Female
Tenebris, 5 years, Female
Pride Ky 'chet Net
Rank Champion (I couldn't find the topic to ask, so I hope it's ok?)
Species Megantereon
Appearance Tenebris has light brown fur, with leopard like spots on her face and legs, her entire front left paw is black. He teeth are unusually big, and very white. She has a scar from a buffalo below her right eye. A darker brown chest and that wraps it up.
Markings A scar below right eye
Personality Tenebris is a great friend, but it's hard to become her friend. She is very independent, tending to push away help. Though, she would die for her pride. A few close friends, likes hanging out in small groups more than big groups. Loyal and a hard fighter.
History She was born naturally, but she started her apprenticeship late, due to a terrible cold. Tenebris eventually got better, but was behind every cat else. She pushed herself hard, and from the ashes, became the best!
Lineage
Mother: Kikawani(open)
Father: Pnopo(open)
Sister: Tisana(open)
Other I want a mate and a few friends for her! Just ask me!
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Tenebris is all good to go beside that so, once you get a rank app. approved, she will be considered an approved character!
Name: EotenAge: 5
Gender: Male
Rank: Champion
Pride: Cobhet’na Ha
Species: Smilodon Populator
Appearance: Eoten has a dark tawny fur with slightly darker stripes running down his sides giving the appearance of jagged scars along his body. He is large even for a Smilodon Populator even dwarfing Rajah by several inches. He has fur of a somewhat uniform length except for along the ridge of his spine which grows longer and more rigid. He has a scar that runs across his snout that even now after years is red as if still fresh. His eyes are a dark pensive blue.
Abilities: As one of the largest species of saber-toothed cats Eoten is physically powerful and imposing. He has no equal in hunting and fighting with the exception of the Emperor Rajah who he is fiercely loyal to. He is despite his bulk able to be incredibly stealthy. Unfortunately, his large mass makes him less than an ideal climber and over long fights and flights tires quickly.
Personality: While large and skilled in the arts of hunting and fighting Eoten is not particularly violent. He is loyal almost t a fault and is willing to put the needs of the pride before his own in any situation. He is gentle and kind with the members of his pride and when he leads a hunt he leads from the front and expects perfection. As a guardian of the Emperor, he takes his job seriously and rarely shows emotion that may betray his true feelings. He loves deeply and cares for those close to him. He is not very trusting but if you manage to earn his trust you can call on him in an emergency. If you break that trust, however, expect dire consequences.
History: Eoten was the last of his litter of three to be born. He began life as the runt and betrayed no hint at his eventual size and strength. His mother believing him to be too sickly to survive left him out in the woods alone for three days. When she returned and found him still living she brought him home and began to raise him in earnest. The years passed and Beinn, Eotens father, taught him to be strong but flexible. One day while they were out in the grasslands training they came across a lone Terrorbird and began to taunt it. Sensing the danger that it was in the Terrorbird charged Beinn and cracked his skull with its mighty beak. He didn't have a chance to say or do anything before falling to the ground dead. Eoten roared with rage and chased after the huge bird eventually catching it and killing it receiving the scratch that still marks his face.
Lineage:
Mother - Lofani
Father - Beinn (Deceased)
Sister - Kilovanta
Brother - Neohjo
Mentor: Beinn
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Relationship Status: Single, Unmated
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