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Post by Sura on Sept 24, 2012 15:27:46 GMT -5
This is were you come and join the Outlands.
Please, please, please, read the rules first.
King: OPEN Queen: OPEN Princesses: 3 OPEN Princes: Erevu ♂, 2 OPEN Cub-mothers: Tisha ♀, 3 OPEN Fighters: Sadb ♂
Ilyona ♀
Buck ♂
Raee ♀
(limitless) Traniees: (limitless) Cubs:
Tonks ♀
(limitless)
Please use this form:
Name: (Herp derp. You all know this)
Gender: (Don't ask me to explain it)
Personality: (What does your lion/ess act like?)
Rank wanted: (King? Princess? Prince? Or a lowly fighter?)
History: (At least a paragraph. Of pure awesomeness. It should explain if your lion/ess is really cruel and violent, ect.)
Role Play example: (At least a paragraph. We aren't asking for a narrative. So please, not more then four paragraphs.)
[blockquote]Name: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
Gender: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
Personality: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
Rank wanted: [blockquote]here[/blockquote]
History: [blockquote][at least a paragraph][/blockquote]
Role Play example: [blockquote][at least a paragraph][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Sadb on Oct 3, 2012 10:14:29 GMT -5
Name: Sadb
Gender: Male
Personality: He is a agressive male. He is always looking for some sort of fight. He loves fighting. It was the way he was trained and raised. This male is loyal to the Outsiders, but hate Pridelanders. Even if it is a stupid cub. He wishes them all dead. Sadb has an attitude that is not liked. He is snappy and rude and honestly doe not care.
Rank wanted: Fighter
History: At birth Sadb gently mother was killed while delivering him and his sister. Sadly only Sadb lived. Sadb mother was a loner and was traveling with her mate and her mate sister. Both were horrible lions. They raised Sadb to be a cruel lion. At a young age they taught him to fight. At the age 1/2, they left him. He traveled around looking for them for the month.He didn't understand what happen. He landed in the pride lands and were chased out and left for dead on the border by them. He was saved for by the Outsiders and since then he made it his goal to grow stronger and get revenge.
Role Play example: A black brute moved quietly and softly through the forest edge. He could see the men tearing down their territory. The brute growled as her fur brisked. He turned his head and nudged a young female wolf to follow. The grey fae followed her father. While her father was broad and thick with muscles she was the opposite. She was thin and lean. Both of the wolves were thin in the bellies due to lost of prey. While the thick black male had many scars from defending his pack and position the young female did not. She has not been in fight or scraps due to, just becoming a full part of the pack. At two years the pups are no longer pup and can become full member. The black brute was the Alpha Male, Binx, and the small grey was just a middle rank named Thorn. The two were heading back to the den site, which they had to move a few days ago due to the men, when Binx stopped and heard a voice.
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Post by Sura on Oct 3, 2012 14:19:24 GMT -5
Accepted
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Post by Erevu on Oct 11, 2012 15:32:24 GMT -5
Name: Erevu
Gender: Male
Personality: Erevu is more of a serious lion. He was always like that since the day he was born. He is a little more lied back and fun around his family. But if you see him for the first time, you know he means buisness just by the was he looks at you. He is protective of his friends and family and will be of his mate too.
Rank wanted: Prince
History: Erevu was born to the King and Queen of the Outlanders or a more popular name, the Outsiders. He was never fond of his pride's living situation and that caused him to hate all Pridelanders that he crossed paths with, or any in general for a matter of fact. He trained hard and strived to be like his father(who ever that may be). He wanted to keep his pride out of harm's way.
Role Play example: Katie just smiled at his last sentence. Then she realized that she had to go back to the castle soon. "Well, I think its time for you to go back to your territory. They might be wondering where you are. Plus I have to meet with one my team members and look over some things." She said and tapped Scout with her shoe. "Come on boy." She said and he got up. She noticed that some thing was wrong with her boy. Katie bent down and stroked his pelt. "Whats the matter boy?" She asked and then heard some thing in the distance. She slowly stood up. She reached back for her sword and gripped it tightly as she heard the howls of a pack of wolves. The 15-year old girl narrowed her eyes scanning the area.
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Post by Splash on Oct 11, 2012 16:23:07 GMT -5
Accepted!
*goes around updating things*
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Post by Tisha on Oct 11, 2012 19:46:21 GMT -5
Name: Tisha
Gender: Female
Personality: Headstrong, Tisha bows to now one or anytihng, but thunder. She hates thunderstorms, but loves the rain. She had a sweet side, but it is rare that it ever comes out.
Rank wanted: Cub-mother
History: Tisha was a loner cub who arrived to the oulands with her mother. After mating with a lion, Tisha's mother searched for a place to raise little Tisha and stumbled upon this broken place. Growing up, Tisha stayed away from the other cubs, because everyone found her to be scary, with her dark fur and her shyness which they took the wrong way. So, Tisha grew distant from everyone, even her mother, who died after she became a fighter. After her mother died, she was placed the rank of cub-mother, a rank she wished would never have to be hers.
Role Play example: "My names Morningkit," the small brown she-cat replied to the unknown voice that came from the direction of a longed furred orange kitten. Morningkit was trying to get into a better position to rest, but her nest-mates didn't want to share. It drove her up a wall seeing how little space was in this nest, let alone the den. It never seemed to be large enough to hold all the Queens, kits, and others who came to visit. Gazing down at the green nest with frustrated olive eyes, Morningkit stepped out of the nest and onto the cold ground of the nursery. Her small brown paws seemed to shiver, but that was only because they had fallen asleep. The she-kit shook her short white and brown pelt, and then gave her chest a few licks.
Morningkit was growing tired of just sleeping everyday, due to not having anyone to talk to. It seemed her other adopted siblings where getting the same idea of just sleeping the days away. Morningkit turned back to the she-kit who had spoken to her before and noticed that she too was growing bored of this everyday life. The small kitten approached the she-cat and gave a friendly smile, "I see you are displeased with this life style as well." It was clear that Morningkit's den-mate wished to go outside where it was more open and free, but due to their small bodies and over protective mother's that was just a dream that would have to hold onto tell moons past.
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Post by Splash on Oct 11, 2012 19:48:10 GMT -5
Female Outsider. Thank the heavens.
Acceepted, seƱorita!
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Post by Ilyona on Oct 13, 2012 15:56:33 GMT -5
Name: Ilyona
Gender: Fae
Personality: Her personailty is sort of bioplar. She can jump from joy to anger in seconds and never seems to mind. Her tongue can be as sharp as her claws and both hurt a lot. Ily holds the temper of a water buffalo as well as it's stubborness. But Ilyona does have a heart. She will stricly help her pride in it's time of need and will always fight till her last breath. Ily sort of dislikes males as well, she has trust issues.
Rank wanted: Fighter
History: As a cub, her parents were never together, nor around her. She was originally born in the Pridelands but something happened. She was a mistake they told her once, a mishap that never should have happened. Disowned and alone, she grew even more bitter and tempermental as she grew. Ilyona had even committed murder once as she was lost in a rage. She killed her mother out of cold blood and her father ran away. Ily was left with the same impression on all males and pridelanders. All are cowards. So at a young adult age, she was exiled from the Pridelands and now lives as an Outlander.
Role Play example: The clicking of the small bracelet on her ankle was starting to annoy her. The beeping too, she wanted to start ripping her hair out, but that seemed impossible at the moment. October stopped, crouching in the grass as her fingers played with the metal tracker strapped to her ankle. At least she wasn't in chains or bars. She was grateful for that at least. She pushed her bangs out of her hair, but to no previl they fell back in her eyes as she sat cross legged, trying to figure out this contraption. She had tried to manipulate it already, maybe melt it off or make it dissolve into thin air. But it was alive. There was no matter in it to speak of, thus, she could not take it off. And that scared her. It reminded her of a bug, a leech maybe, slowly but surely, sapping the life away from her very being, and she had no say to this. October huffed, her cheeks burned from the wind and late sunset. The days were becoming shorter, the dangers increasing. Her feet ached and she felt lost. October looked up, the soft sighs and coos catching her hearing. Her blue eyes looked up to see a boy, a little older than her, and he seemed to be talking. Well, sort of, she could only make out small words. Hell, not even that. But who was she to talk? she couldn't read and she could barely speak. The inmates at the prison taught her mostly; profanity and curses made up the majority. Her mouth moved, a small squeak coming out. October looked infront of him where he seemd to be talking to. But she saw nothing....
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Post by Splash on Oct 13, 2012 15:57:54 GMT -5
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Post by Buck on Oct 14, 2012 22:10:09 GMT -5
Name: Buck
Gender: Male
Personality: Silent type
Rank wanted: Fighter
History: Buck was born in and raised in the Outlands. His grandmother was born in the Pridelands. She was kicked out by Queen Sura's father when he had just been made king. She dispised of him and taught her daughter to hate them. So, Buck's mother taught him the same thing. Buck believed every word that came out of her mouth. Even if it was a lie. He still, to this day, wants to get revenge on the presious Pridelanders for his grandmother.
Role Play example: Ember watched them go off. She then fixed her gaze towards Ace as he rapped his tail around her. The winds picked up a bit and she fluffed up her fur. "Yeah, or else it would have been a cold night for us." She said softly. But some thing else puzzled her. "Why did Patches stood up so quickly after Cotton said that she was going hunting? He doesn't seem like the hunting type....more the protective, fighting type." She wondered out loud.
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Post by Raee on Oct 15, 2012 10:11:34 GMT -5
Name: Raee
Gender: Female
Personality: Total Tom-boy, Clever, Headstrong, Flirty, Brave, Stubborn
Rank wanted: Fighter Raee was an abandoned cub. Her parents left her when she was very young. As a cub,she tried to join the Pridelands, but was turned down by them because she was a loner. Devastated, she ran far from where she was born and landed right where she didn't want to be: The Outlands. A patrol saw...a special something in her. They took pity on her and took her home to be raised by the pride. Moons later, when she is only 13 moons old, she became a fighter. Most of her friends are males because females can't stand her flirty, stubborn attitude. She doesn't mind though. She fell in love with her new home. Role Play example: Night. It cloaks the hunter helpfully. Purring, the lioness crawled on her belly towards an unaware antelope. Raee smirked to herself. An easy take down, even though you were supposed to have someone always around to help you. Instead, she was being smart and was doing it all alone. To impress her pride, especially the males. Most of her friends were males, and it meant the world to her when she impressed them for any reason at all. Suddenly, thunder crashed overhead. Clouds rolled over the moon and the ancestors hid behind the storm. The antelope picked its head up and roamed off as fast as it could. Raee didn't notice though. She was too busy staring with wide green eyes as the storm swirled around overhead. Lightning cracked and thunder began to growl. With a small screech, the 13 moon old beauty ran for her life back home. She loved rain, but thunderstorms? Not so good. [/blockquote] Just to let you know, this is Rain, the admin from A Lion's Heart from like forever ago. And it is Jana from A Lion's Heart.
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Post by Sura on Oct 15, 2012 14:12:12 GMT -5
Hey Rain/Jana. Its Uru, Sura and many others from A lion's heart and The lion's heart, your new site.
Accepted.
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Post by Sura on Oct 15, 2012 14:12:40 GMT -5
REMIDER TOO ALL:
QUEEN AND KING SPOTS ARE STILL OPEN!
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Post by Tonks on Oct 15, 2012 18:04:43 GMT -5
Name: Tonks
Gender: Female
Personality: A quiet shy cub. She normally keeps to herself, unless spoken to. If someone comes up to her she will play and talk to them. When she is being talkative he is a complete sweet heart.
Rank wanted: Cub
History: Tonks was born into the pride, but her mother dead from an illness when Tonks was young, which is why Tonks is shielded away from everyone. Tonks took her mother death to heart and it still fresh and in her mind. She instantly get sad when other cubs are with there mothers.
Role Play example: Looks at Sadb Nikkita or Binx
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Post by Sura on Oct 15, 2012 18:25:53 GMT -5
Raee: Oh yeah, sure!
Tonks: Accepted
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