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Name: Kuoza Kiongozi
Pronunciation: Coo-oh-zah Key-On-Go-zee
Meaning: Decaying Leader in Swahili
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Flavor: Cursed Death-Berry


~Family/Friends~
Mate: Deceased
Son(s): Murdered
Daughter(s): Deceased
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Friends: Deceased
Others: N/A
Orientation: Straight
Likes: Nothing.
Dislikes: Everything. Himself.
Personality: Cold, Bitter, Resentful, Remorseful.
History: Dhahabu Mmoja. Golden One. That was my name, once upon a time. I was a great lion whom many looked up to. I had strength, wisdom, and compassion for my pride. I was their leader. Their Golden One. The one to save them from a life of damnation. My life was great. My lands were fruitful and plenty. My pride blossomed and grew. Each spring new cubs were born, and each winter, an elder would pass peacefully from nothing but a life well lived. I watched as many paw steps were imprinted upon the cave floor, wearing away the rock and soil from many journeys. I watched as my lionesses hunted and killed, pride swelling in my chest when they brought back only enough to feed our hungry mouths, and left the rest of the wild life to flourish and provide more substance.

Life was great, and I could not ask for more..... until that fateful day.

I had awoken, ready to tend to my daily duties as the ruler of my pride, but I could tell there had been a shift in the wind. Something was wrong, and it was up to me to find out. Rumors had spread through out my pride of a lioness enveloped in shadows - a sorceress - a witch. Upon locating the beast, I traveled to her shadowy lair deep within the mountain caves to banish her from our lands. She appeared to me, a normal lioness. Beautiful and rich in color. Her wings were of the purest white, her fur - the softest of earthly tones. Her eyes were that of a crisp clear blue sky and her voice was sweet as honey. She pleaded to me that the rumors were false, but I could sense the shadows deep within her. Standing my ground, she smirked, revealing her true nature. Disfigured, black as night with a choking aura of mist and fog swirling about her. Her once pure white wings were now tattered and stained with the blood of many. Her voice was horas and rough and quite painful to listen too. She coughed and sputtered blood with each breath. But she still pleaded with me.

"Dhahabu Mmoja. That is what they call you, is it not? I sense power that lives deep inside you." she rasped. "Come. Let an old and dieing witch show you what true power is." she rasped again with a smirk.

"No. Your power is tainted, foul witch. My power is good, pure, and strong so that I may lead my pride to greatness and not their downfall. Leave my lands, for I will not warn you a second time." I roared to her, and with that left her cave. I saw her as no threat, for she was so weak and old, hardly able to stand. That was where I made the first mistake.

Returning to my pride a hero, they celebrated. My lionesses caught the finest of prey to dine upon, prey we reserve for only such rare and special occasions. Everyone was happy, but I was not. The witches words echoed in my ear. Power. Great Power.

That night, sleep did not come easily. Nor did it come to me for the next couple of nights either. My mind was awake and riddled with questions. I sought answers. What exactly was this power? Could I harness it for good? Surly my will was stronger than hers and I could overcome what little darkness the weak witch had left. Making my decision, I left the den one night when my pride was asleep, and made my way to the witches den.

"Aaaah, the Golden One returns to the Ol' Witches den, does he?" she rasped and stepped out of the shadows, a grin spread across her twisted and malformed maw.

To be quite honest, I was surprised she was still there. "Tell me witch, what is your name?" I demanded of her.

"Aah, they call me many things. Sorceress. Witch, Shadowed One, but my true name is Mwanamke wa Kifo - The Woman of Death." she rang in a voice that showed clear interest in my presence. "Tell me....why have you come back?"

"I seek answers ...Kifo." I spoke truthfully, not able to force back the words any longer. "I want power. Power to further help my pride."

Kifo laughed wickedly, sputtering and coughing up massive amounts of blood which splattered to the cave floor in such slow motion that I swore the very sounds were intensified one thousand times. "You have come to late. Kifo is soon to visit the very one she worships most and her body will decay from this world." she gurgled. "Had you come to me but two days sooner, your wish would have been granted."

"Surly there is something you can do? You are a powerful witch are you not?" I found myself begging.

She laughed again. "I am afraid my power is all but drained away." she muttered before she paused, weazing heavily. "There is but one last thing.... I could do. Kill me. Kill me and what power I have left will be yours. My mark shall adorn your body and you will have the power you desire. Your body will age slowly and your strength will grow. You will live for generations to come and guide your pride to greatness" she hissed, a foul smirk tugging at her lips

Eyes wide, I stared at her for a moment. It seemed so cruel and heartless. I could not kill another lion for power... it wasn't in me. But.... what would happen to my pride? What if I grew sick and frail and could not lead my pride? No other could guide them as strongly as I had, and the spring had blessed my wife with three females. With I not having a son to assume my position....that left my pride in a dangerous spot. Thinking fast....or not thinking at all, I lunged at the witch, fangs and claws poised for the kill. She laughed until her very last breath.

"You....are a fool. And your pride will suffer for it." she hissed as she took her dieing breath.

I swore I could hear her cackling even after her eyes grew dark and empty. Shuddering, I fled the cave and ran back to my pride. They were still asleep. Sighing, I curled myself about my mate and slept peacefully. The next morning I awoke to my pride gazing at me with fear in their eyes. "What is wrong, my pride?" I asked them.

"Your fur, Dhahabu! It is ....look!" one young cub said, as another hissed. "Those are the marks of the witch! He has dabbled in the shadows! We are doomed!

Rushing to our drinking pool, I looked at myself. Strange black runes now covered my body, stemming from my for head. I could feel its presence there the most. Remembering my fight with the witch, I quickly thought up a lie. "Yes, I saw the witch last night. But she was frail and on the verge of death, still refusing to leave our land alone. She threatened to curse our land and our future generations and so I killed her. I slew her where she stood so that she would not harm our lands. As her soul left her body, an angel visited me and gift me with these markings of power, so that I may always keep you safe." I lied. My pride glanced at each other for a few moments before smiles burst out on their faces and roaring cheers echoed into the skies. I could not help but feel weak and disgusted, but I had power. Great power, and I could feel it growing inside me.

Over the seasons however, my body began to grow weak...as did my pride. I could see it on the faces of the cubs, and quickly blamed it on the pray being diseased. My pride believed me....for a while. One day, my mate gave birth to a son. A beautiful son to take over my position.... but I grew jealous. I did not want to relinquish my throne...and so deep in the night, I stole away with my only son, brought him to the witches cave, and murdered him. When I returned with his limp body in my jaws, I thought up another lie.

Frantic, my mate threw herself into a deep sorrow. I explained that during the night, a minion of the witch sought revenge upon me and stole my cub. I chased after the shadowed brute was too late. Eventually...my beautiful mate who had been by my side for years, died from her depression - blaming herself. Our pride was never the same again. Many of my pride mates grew skeptical of me, and never trusted me again. They left the pride shortly after. A few more seasons down the road, and my body had began to decay even though I was still living. My lionesses gave birth to undead cubs. Frightened and panic stricken, they all fled from my pride, only to die a horrible death.

Left alone, I gazed at myself in a foul stagnant puddle that used to be our drinking water. The witches voice ran in my head....laughing. "Did I not warn you of this?" her voice hissed and laughed. "It brings me great joy to see your pride now. What a true leader you are! Lead them right into the hands of death....and now I have a son of my own to care for in the after life." she cackled loudly as the image of my son appeared in the puddle...scared and bleeding. Growling, I swiped the image away, but her voice did not leave me.

"Dhahabu Mmoja you are no more. From this day forward, your name is Kuoza Kiongozi - The Decaying Leader. Ruler of all that is dead and destined to a life of pain and misery."

Name: Nefettzen
Pronunciation: Neh-fet-zen(Sen)
Meaning: N/A
Nickname: Pharaoh
Gender: Male
Flavor: Pharaoh's Wine.

~Family/Friends~
Mate: N/A
Son(s): N/A
Daughter(s): N/A
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Friends: N/A
Others: N/A
Orientation: Straight
Likes: All things Egyptian. Halyseta.
Dislikes: Being Undead and alone.
Personality: Stern, Great ruler, compassionate.
History: Still Somewhat Undecided, though will somehow have something to do with Halyseta and her deceased father.

Nefettzen is a long since deceased Pharaoh, ruler of Egypt and for whatever strange reason has been brought back to life as a mummy. Thankful for his servants and mostly the gods he now has a somewhat intact body to move about it. Though his physical appearance has seen better days, his spirit and mind are still the same age of when he parted, roughly around the human age of 53.

He knew of, or had a relation with Haly's father Imphotsen while both were still living, but as to what extent their relationship was is still unclear. Nefettzen will not tell his secrets easily, though his actions suggest that of a not too friendly relation.

However....he has eyes for Haly, a beautiful and strong Egyptian lioness, with offspring as well. He is determined to make her leave her non Egyptian mate and live a life with her.

Name: Rouge
Pronunciation: ?? lol
Meaning: Red
Nickname: Rou
Gender: Female
Flavor: Peppermint Stick

~Family/Friends~
Mate: N/A
Son(s): N/A
Daughter(s): N/A
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Friends: N/A
Others: N/A
Orientation: Straight
Likes: Red, Peppermints, Candy canes, playing pranks, snow, hiding in the snow.
Dislikes: Undecided.
Personality: Flirty, outgoing, sweet when she wants to be, tough, stern when she needs to be.
History: Undecided

Name: Kalėdos   
Pronunciation: Kal-le-dos
Meaning: Christmas in Lithuanian
Nickname: Kal
Gender: Male
Flavor: Christmas Cream

~Family/Friends~
Mate: N/A
Son(s): Tyler
Daughter(s): Masquerade, Daughter 2, Kyla Naira - Daughter in law.
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Friends: N/A
Others: Amber, Jessie, Becca, Leia - Grand Kids
Orientation: Straight
Likes: All things Christmas, being kind to others, others being kind to others, playing with cubs, seeing others smile.
Dislikes: undecided.
Personality: Sweet, caring, playful, wise, Father like to almost anyone.
History: Undecided

Name: Yagar
Pronunciation: yah-gar
Meaning: Play on the word Jager which means "Sharpshooter"
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Flavor: Toffee Caramel

~Family/Friends~
Mate: N/A
Son(s): N/A
Daughter(s): N/A
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Friends: N/A
Others: N/A
Orientation: Straight
Likes: Long nights, prowling, scaring others, pain, giving pain, watching pain, anything with pain.
Dislikes: No pain, not being able to give pain, when people run away from him, most days.
Personality: Sadistic, Masochistic, really out there, wild, crazy, spontaneous, definitely not one to be trusted. Yagar may seem sweet and innocent at first, but hes really only looking to please his twisted desires.
History: Undecided