i just can't wait to be king
NAME: Rana (RAH-nah)
AGE: Young adult
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Her eyes are chartreuse intensified. Pale as moonbeams they cast a baleful spell over her prey. Lids and rings are white with a blue-gray tint. She looks very much as she did as a cub in the face. Subtle changes just as her jawline becoming harsher and her cheekbones rising is all that her transition from adolescence can atone for. A small patch of fur sticks up on her head and falls mostly towards her right brow though it only stretches far as her temple. Her ears are severely notched and crestfallen. This one’s nose is a softly drawn filth ridden pink. The lioness’ form is lean yet powerful. Having a reddish gold pelt with medium-toned undertones she is stamped a Pridelander. Yada-yada about a warm brown tassel and this description is finished.
in the circle, the circle of life
PERSONALITY: A cliff hopper Rana knows nothing of limitations. She seems to be always set in motion be it in the overgrowth or high atop the Kilimanjaro mountain range. Possibly plummeting to her death or strangling herself with vines never crosses the hazard-prone lion's mind. Dragging herself in the dirt after her dinner isn't what she would call fun. Instead she prefers the casual ambush from above or sinister snatch from below. Even as a half-pint cub she loved to spring around a playmate; frankly opposite of falling into a tumble with them. She speaks only with purpose yet acts on any and all whims. Her movements are mechanical in a soulless sense. Because of disconnected thoughts and a short attention span she not only fails to learn from her mistakes but outdoes herself in repeat offenses. Likewise, her erratic nature hinders a defined personality. Her disregard to all but mother nature's law shouldn't be mistaken for stupidity.
HISTORY: For all the trouble she caused when asked to no one could fault her. They always said that something about her was off or that she lacked a proper heart. When she was a newborn she was all but unresponsive to her siblings affection. At such a raw stage of life she possessed an unhealthy appreciation for the terrain which unsettled those around her. She grew to be conditioned into a semi-normalcy but only through great effort. Do not over-hunt. This one took her rations being withheld multiple times before she caught on. Do not play rough with the cubs. Ah, now there was an ugly sight. After ripping out a chunk of a little one's fur, it was funny when it happened really, she got a chomping from its humorless mother.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Six years.
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OTHER CHARRIES: Tak and some work-in-progress dust collectors.
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