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 Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:00 pm
I WAS TOTALLY REFERRED BY SOMEONE!
Username: -_Wish of the Goddess_-
Who Referred You?
Red-bud Tree
I may try for something XD; But I'm on more of an Arting spree right lately.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:33 pm
OK!
I tossed up the last two prompts for the Melancholy Lioness and the Princess!
Have at it, kids.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:16 pm
I'm a Barbie Girl, In a Barbie World~!
.:For The grey and white lioness:.
Username: Redbud-Tree
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Wateule’Kuishi (Swahili for “chosen to live”)
Rank in the Pride: Priestess; after the death of her betrothed she’s devoted herself and what life she has to her goddess, and still has aspirations of making High Priestess one day.
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Diseased. She never came down with the secondary plague, fortunately, but has lingered on a borderline between first and second stages of the main disease for the past few years, since just before Nawiri became Queen.
How old do you see her as? Most definitely into adulthood a ways, but not quite to middle age yet. She’s growing old before her time, however, as the stress of living life with the disease is aging her more rapidly than a healthy lioness. Therefore, while she’s still relatively young, a small cub might mistake her for an old lioness on one of her worse days.
Personality: Wateule is very... bitter. She sees that everything in her life that was good has been stripped away, and blames herself for it because of her best-kept secret – as an adolescent, before she herself was struck down with the disease, she was a devotee to the goddess of healing. She feels that turning her attentions away from the goddess of plague and worshiping Healing is what led to her falling ill, the death of her betrothed, and her dropping back to the ranks of commoner.
Thus, she has redoubled her devotions to Plague in the hopes that she can redeem herself somewhat, and at least not bring any more disaster upon those she cares about. Due to her blaming herself so harshly, Wateule refuses to get close to anyone, out of the sheer fear that they will be punished for associating with her. She is very devout and, when her illness permits, is usually involved in some act of worship to her goddess.
When she is in one of her worse moments of sickness, Wateule becomes even more withdrawn, and tends to hide by herself for days at a time, refusing even the company of a nurse if she can get away with it – her suffering is her punishment, after all, and far be it for her to try and accept any aid to lessen it.
What's the name and meaning of this deceased Prince? Mpole’Nguvu (Swahili for “gentle strength”), although Wateule remembers him more by the name she called him – Mpenzi (beloved)
How had this female felt while she had been the chosen escort to this royal prince? How was their relationship - were they friends, enemies, was there a bit of puppy love, or were they hateful to one another?: Wateule was thrilled to be chosen as Mpole’s escort. She harbored a deep fondness for him that fell somewhere between a crush and deeper, more genuine and lasting feelings. She knew him fairly well and had often tried to play with him when they were cubs, despite their rank differences.
The title, of course, was also exciting to her because even at a tender age, the lioness knew that being an Escort was one of the best opportunities she would ever have. While very young, Wateule spent a good amount of time stalking Mpole – or flirting with him, showing off, and just in general trying to win his attention.
As she grew older, however, she grew more refined and that was when Mpole really started to notice her. They didn’t really begin to fall in love until just before he died, but Wateule believed that she had a very wonderful future awaiting her – as wonderful as could be found within the life of Kitwana’Antara.
How did she feel about the death of her betrothed and how did she feel about getting her 'rank' stripped back to that of a commoner? The death of her betrothed and her rank strip – accompanied by her descent into her own illness – broke Wateule for a while. She’s still broken, even now, just... patched together enough to be functional in society.
To this day she bears the psychological scars of blame for her mpenzi’s death, and for her own loss of rank and health. With hope of regaining her station being nearly impossible for her, as well as the likelihood of finding another mate being impossible (in her mind, at least), she sank into a deep depression that only her religious devotion has held off in any manner.
What is she currently up to in the Pride? Does she have any future ambition? Wateule is a priestess, and a low-ranking one at that. She isn’t trusted with many responsibilities yet, and isn’t likely to in the future. Despite this, she hopes to become High Priestess simply because she feels that is the ony way to prove that she has earned her way back into the goddess’ favor, and the only way she can ever honesty forgive herself for the disasters in her life.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? Before the death of Mpole, Wateule was an outgoing and friendly lioness. Now, however, depression and illness have deprived her of most forms of happiness, and have rendered her antisocial to a dangerous degree.
She will politely interact with the pride members and authority figures when it’s deemed necessary, either for her position or forced upon her by a healer, but for the most part she keeps to herself and ignores the others around her, snapping at them or being rude if they try to befriend her.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? Either “Memories” by Within Temptation or “Your Star” by Evanescence. Both horribly angsty songs, yes, but Wateule is NOT a happy lioness, and she is still deeply wounded by the loss of her would-have-been mate – the loss of her status hurt too of course, but not nearly as much as losing the lion she wanted to live with forever.
Any additional comments or notes of interest? Whether or not Wateule actually makes high priestess or not is irrelevant – should she manage to reach the rank, she’ll find it to be a hollow achievement and not worth the struggle. If not, she’ll just consider herself unworthy of the post. I’d like her to find a permanent mate someday, but it will not be easy for her to get past the death of her first love, and would take a while of plotting and Rping it out to make it actually work in the end.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Curios RP
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:35 pm
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby?
.:For The black and teal edited lioness:.
Username: Redbud-Tree
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Tabasaimu’Daima (Always smiling)
Rank in the Pride: Hunter, at least as long as she’s healthy enough to do so.
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Diseased
How old do you see her as? Young, she’s barely reaching her prime and already (As she sees it) her life is ending.
Personality: Morbid and self-pitying, Tabasaimu thinks her name is a horrible joke and would change it if she got the chance. She’s a downer to be around, and loves to make others as miserable as she is – which naturally doesn’t make her any friends. As her health wanes, her tongue gets sharper, and her vicious temper and extreme sarcasm tend to make others avoid her more often than not, which is just fine with her because she didn’t ask to be buddy-buddy with anyone in this crazy pride anyway.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . : Tabasaimu was a rogue, and she met a handsome male lion while roaming near the borderlands of the Kitwana’Antara. The male thought that he was immune to his pride’s disease, but in reality was merely a carrier, and the brief dalliance Tabasaimu had with him resulted in her contracting the disease. The male was apologetic and brought her into the pride where she could be cared for, only for Tumaini to reject him cruelly once she had recovered from the initial fervor of the disease.
She has avoided him ever since and really wants nothing to do with the pride or her companions within it, but knows that she can’t leave for many reasons. The most obvious reason is the pride’s self-quarantine, but neither does Tabasaimu wish to spread the disease to others, because she would be little better than the male that she believes purposely infected her.
Tabasaimu’s life goal is to remain miserable until she dies, and shoot down any attempts of others to make her cheer up or even be nice.
Why does she look so glum and downcast? Tabasaimu never asked to get sickl she didn’t join the pride while knowing the risks, she was just caught up in a fling that had disastrous results. Because of this, she is very bitter and grumpy, and tends to lean towards a self-pitying attitude.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? Horribly. Tabasaimu avoids everyone whenever possible, and when she can’t avoid them, she is unfailingly rude and downright vicious towards them. Only the most persistent and patient of creatures would have the courage to be anywhere near her. The only one she shows any respect for is the Queen, and that’s purely because of basic protocol.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? Within Temptation’s “Ice Queen”
Any additional comments or notes of interest? Tamasaimu’s hobbies include sulking and moping, and her favorite date activity is a lovely snarkfest with an equally witty and miserable lion.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! X
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 10:11 pm
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby? .:For The black and teal edited lioness:.
Username: Satsurashi
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Fupa'Umbu (Bone Sister, Swahili)
Rank in the Pride: Secret Keeper
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Fupa is a carrier, one of the rare and lucky few who was privileged to live to her present age.
How old do you see her as? Fupa looks old to others, but she is in fact only middle aged. A hard life of worry and hardship has brought on her a sort of world-weariness that makes her seem utterly ancient.
Personality: Fupa carries the burden of knowledge, something that she feels isolates her from everyone but the other Secret Keepers in the Pride. And even they don't know all her secrets, for she's very unlikely to ever truly open up to anyone and share. Fupa is a compassionate and strong lioness; when a Pride member has died she is there to comfort the bereaved family of the deceased, and to reassure cubs about the nature of death and it's part in life. For all her years and trials through life she is wise and has learned many hard lessons, but she will undoubtedly never have any close friends. Fupa is an expert at gently pushing others away with stony silence, and the true nature of her heart is as hidden as the secrets she keeps for the Pride.
In secret, Fupa resents Pestilence for the lives she's taken but feels a great amount of guilt over this. She has strong faith and is very religious, and believes fervently that if she can ever rid her heart of this doubt that Pestilance will bless the Pride.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . : Fupa was born into the Pride during the reign of Queen Surya, one of two surviving cubs in what had been a litter of 6. Both were sick and weak from birth, but by some miracle Fupa and her brother Hodari pulled through the worst of it and grew stronger. The two of them were inseparable; back then, Fupa was a normal cub, full of energy and at peace with the world. She and Hodari spent every waking moment together, playing and exploring.
Tragedy struck Fupa when she was only an adolescent. When the second plague appeared, her mother weakened and died in only a matter of weeks, leaving Fupa and her brother without any other immediate family to rely on. And to make matters worse, Hodari sickened and died as well not long after. Fupa was heartbroken and inconsolable. For days she refused food and water, staring glazed-eyed into space as if she was determined to die rather than be left alone in the world by her loved ones. Perhaps it was because of this that she wasn't minded by the other pride members, who had the matter of the new disease on their hands already. But without saying a word, one day Fupa got up and ran from the pride's lands. By the time anyone noticed she had left, she was well beyond it's borders.
Fupa spent a few years as a rogue, wandering aimlessly outside of her homelands. She was barely an adult when she met a young male who courted her, and eventually she fell in love with him. Matokeo was kind and treated her respectfully, though he didn’t know about her past or where she had come from. In time, Fupa's belly grew large, and she was overjoyed to find she was expecting her mate's cubs. For the first time in years, she dared to be happy.
It was short lived.
Fupa's cubs were mere newborns when they began showing signs of the plague. Matokeo was horrified and heartbroken, as was Fupa, but it was then that she confided in her love the secret of her origins, and why her babies didn't survive. She had hoped that they would share in their sorrow, but Matokeo felt that she had betrayed him and knowingly exposed him to the plague. In his grief-maddened fury, he turned on Fupa, attacking and mauling her. Fupa managed to escape with only minimal injuries, but the wounds she carried in her heart would stay with her long after the ones on her skin healed. Though her fur concealed the worst of the scars, her ears would remain misshapen and rough from the damage she received at the teeth of her former mate; a painful reminder of what she viewed to be her tragic mistake.
The grief-stricken lioness, with no one else to turn to, returned to her homeland. By now Surya was gone and her heiress had taken the throne. Many of those who remembered the scrawny adolescent who ran away were now dead, and those who did saw that she wasn't the same as before. Part of her spirit seemed to have died, replaced by a stoic, secretive lioness who kept to herself and refused all attempts of friendship. Perhaps it was this that prompted Nawiri to offer her the position of Secret Keeper, since the lioness seemed to be somewhat of an outsider anyway. Or perhaps it was out of pity, because even though her countenance remained stony and unfeeling, Fupa's eyes always held a great sadness in them.
Fupa accepted the position, and for years since she has remained dutiful and loyal to her pride. She never speaks of her past to anyone, not even the queen, leaving others only able to guess at the trouble the lioness has been through.
Why does she look so glum and downcast? Despite the fact that it's been years since her family died and her mate turned against her, Fupa's trust in others was shaken to the core, and she'll probably never dare to feel anything for another lion again. Separated from all meaningful contact by choice, she is terribly lonely, and also lives with the guilt and sorrow of her past.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? Fupa can be difficult to approach, since her personality isn't exactly warm and inviting, but she respects the other pride members and if they approach her, she answers them with courtesy and tact. If they need help she will often assist them, though truth be told she will never ask for their help in return if she's able. Outside the pride, however, she's extremely distrustful. Visitors will usually get the cold shoulder, since every rogue is a painful reminder of her once mate, no matter who they may be. To Fupa, the only lions worth her concern are in her Pride.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? The Tea Party - Walking Wounded
Any additional comments or notes of interest? Not really... Sorry the post got so long, I got a little carried away. EMO LION! XD
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Genets are not for eating
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:24 am
*Note: I finished my cub entry ^-^~
this entry is all complete!Let's Play a Love Game
.:For The Male:.
Username: Amirynth
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Kabili-Honest, Brave
Desired Rank in the Pride and Why: Guardian of the borders ('cause he's one of the few immune and can do such a thing... that and he is super protective.)
Is he diseased, a carrier or immune? He is one of the few immune however that is not without troubles as he has seen others die around him and yet been untouched.
Personality: Kind, gently, protective. Kabili is one who thinks of others first before his own needs. He will push himself to the brink if it means that another might have a better chance in life and takes things a little too seriously. Older than average, he has already lived a lifetime in his short years. His outward guise is one of a friendly gentleman who is always making sure the ones around him are comfortable and yet seems a little disconnected from the world around him. Inside he is a sweetheart who is torn apart by perceived faults that were not in his abilities to prevent. There is a chance that another can heal his emotional wounds but they have to get beyond his exterior first.
What has his life been like within the pride up until now?: As a cub he was part of a small litter of three. The eldest he spent most of his younger time protecting his siblings. One by one they died as the plague swept through the pride. The spirits chose to spare him but he only felt that he could have done better to take care of them. It was shortly into his teen years his eyes fell upon a delightful young female who snared him with her wit and charm. They spent every waking moment together and he felt a glimmer of happiness come back to his life. Soon, when he had proven himself as an adult and became a guardian of the borders, he asked to mate with her and looked to the day that they could raise cubs of their own.
Either she proved to be barren or it just was not meant to be but no children came. The self perceived pressure upon him to take another mate to help the dwindling membership of the pride grew and plagued him. His own love for his mate vied with his honor towards the pride and he grew distant to all. Spending more time patrolling the boarders and less time with her, he did not even notice she had vanished until it was too late. (whether she ran off or died is unknown) Plagued with his own torment, he did not follow after her thinking things were better this way. He looked towards other females in the pride, toying with both the spotted one and the darker one in hopes that may a spark doth fly.
What are his relationships like with the spotted and dark furred female? Aloof at best. While Kabili feels duty towards the pride to father a litter and help the numbers as a whole his heart still pines for the one he lost. He is very kind and gentle however and does care for both of them so when he decided one over the other he tried to let her down as gently as he could. (whether this is perceived as such or not remains to be seen :p )
Who will he choose to take on as a mate? Dark Masked Female
Does he come to this decision lightly or was he torn over the two females in his life? He was torn greatly over his decision, not only because he pines for the one who vanished from his life, but he worries that he may make the same mistake once more and choose the wrong female. What he hasn't connected yet is that the darker female resembles the one he lost and was partially the influence.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Soquili teepee, Rynn and Zev's story
.:For The Female:.
Username: Tiger_Kisa699
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Thandiwe- Means Beloved
Desired Rank in the Pride and Why: Guard because even young she knew she wanted to prove that the girls can fight just as well. She also felt in her heart it was her duty to protect the pride and her pride mates.
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? carrier (her mate does not know this till the future, maybe even some plots for the cubs)
Personality: Fiesty and determined. This young female is like a spark ready to go and will fight tooth and claw for her pride. She is a bit hard headed but knows when she makes mistakes. She is a more powerful female and a little less caring unless your family, mate, or cubs. She can come off as hard-to-get and harsh at times. Overall however she is dedicated and loyal and has the best intention.
What has his life been like within the pride up until now?: Life has been semi-easy she felt being a female she was obliged to help in a kind caring way. However she was born a fighter, feisty and sometimes with a hard head. She knew when she watched the warriors and guards practice and train that it was what she wanted to become and do for the pride.
What is her relationship like with the competing female (if she has one at all?) She knows of her. She knows that the male she likes might like her too and hes trying to choose. So this makes her hate the other female. She wont talk to her if they are near each other and as much as she wants to attack her when around she wont.
How does she feel when she is finally chosen as his mate? She has liked him for a while, and was more then willing to wait as long as it took to get him. She was always sure to be a little cute and sweet when around him. Something she wasn't good at doing. She shows off more when hes around and tries to show that shes a good choice for his new mate, knowing that hes been hurt she wants to help him feel better and be there for him.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style!
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=18096183
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=19077207
(To be filled out together, or at least agreed upon by both writers) What will the relationship of the male and his chosen female be like? He's going to be a loving, doting mate and yet seem distant at first but with her perseverance she will be able to crack open his shell. Then when the cubs come (whether they survive or not) we'll see what happens then!
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:39 am
I'm a Barbie Girl, In a Barbie World~! .:For The grey and white lioness:.
Username: Sabra Knight
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Siri - Swahilli for Secret
Rank in the Pride: Healer
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Carrier
How old do you see her as? About middle aged.
Personality: Siri is a quiet lioness who never speaks up against anyone. Her meek personality is mainly to blame due to her mother who sought to control Siri’s life especially once she had managed to get her dear daughter betrothed to one of the royal cubs. But now that she has been living by herself the lioness has become somewhat more open with others and will talk to them showing that she isn’t a stiff, but a shy, kind lioness.
What's the name and meaning of this deceased Prince? Adonis - lord
How had this female felt while she had been the chosen escort to this royal prince? How was their relationship - were they friends, enemies, was there a bit of puppy love, or were they hateful to one another?: She was absolutely terrified to hear that she was chosen to be the escort of a prince. He was one of those that she held above each other and it wasn’t that the thought of being with Adonis disgusted her she was just terrified of failing him. But once they got to know each other better the prince laughed at her fears. “You’ll never fail me. After all I need my heart to live.” Flushing she blinked back tears as her beloved nuzzled her tenderly. From there on out the two would never be seen without each other. They were the perfect picture of young love.
How did she feel about the death of her betrothed and how did she feel about getting her 'rank' stripped back to that of a commoner? She didn’t care about her rank. Siri was only concerned with the owner of her heart. What happened? She refused to say goodbye to his corpse, she hid in her mother’s den. Why him? The lioness wept bitterly for days while her mother paced angrily. All her mother cared about was losing the title, not about her daughter’s broken heart. Her worry came from the fact that she was diseased and knew that she was going to die soon. So Siri not only lost her betrothed, but her only living relative as well.
What is she currently up to in the Pride? Does she have any future ambition? She is currently a healer. Her meek personality makes her not talk about all the knowledge that she has in the healing arts, but she does her best to help others. Her future ambition was frozen once her heart died until she realized that no matter how painful it was that Adonis would want her to live. Now all she cares about is making it up to her beloved by taking care of the pride that he cherished so much.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? She gets along fine with others if they notice that she’s there. She’s just so quiet that most mistake her for a shadow passing by. Outside of the pride she’s never seen as she’ll never even think of going to the borders. She lives in the heart of the pride with the healers and stays there.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? I couldn’t really decide. But this is the song that I was listening to while typing out the prompt so I’ll go with it. C: It definitely fit her emotions when Adonis died.
Tears of an Angel by Ryandan - a video with the song
Any additional comments or notes of interest? In part she thinks that the death of Adonis was due to her complicated faith in the goddess of pestilence and healing. For the longest time as a youth she prayed solely to the goddess of healing and believes that the goddess of pestilence was jealous. Now she silently prays that both goddesses could come together and work in harmony for the healing of the pride.
She also tends to look up to the night sky and talks to the spirit of Adonis who she believes watches over her like a guardian angel.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Lessons in herb lore
First Hunt
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:50 am
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby? .:For The black and teal edited lioness:. Username: Kaisanti
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Mkono'wa Shetani (Hand of the devil - in reference to her markings on her legs) She used to go by another name in her old pride, but after leaving, she left that name behind and refuses to discuss it with anyone. She chose her new name while living as a rogue and has kept it in the Kitwana'Antara.
Rank in the Pride: Secret Keeper, or Guard. (I can't remember if lions are allowed to be secret keepers, though I'm sure it was mentioned in the IT thread at some point. Or Ive missed it in the pride forum. ;-; )
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Diseased, but apparently stuck at the first stage of symptoms. She secretly suspects that her job as a Secret Keeper actually helps keep the disease from progressing further.
How old do you see her as? She is still fairly young in age but after all she has been through, she appears worn and far older than her years.
Personality: Once she was a happy, outgoing and well adjusted youngster, but now after all she has been through, she is quiet and reclusive. Preferring to keep all others at a safe distance. When approached she is polite but distant and will excuse herself as soon as possible without causing offence or seeming rude. Some think her to be submissive, but in reality she is just unsure of her place in the world. Gradually, as she settles into the pride, she may realise that she is not going to be betrayed again and let one or two past the walls she built around her heart. She will never be the cheerful youth of her past, but she may be able to settle down and while she will never really trust another, she may accept that she is safe with the pride.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . : Mkono was born outside of the pride, in actuality, she was part of another pride altogether. She was born to a normal family, one of four cubs with loving and very devoted parents. She and her siblings began life well, growing healthy and strong and soon taking up their places as adolescents in the pride. It was at that point in her life that things started to go downhill. Her unusual and rather sinister markings had already begun to cause trouble for the young lioness, as the more superstitious members of the pride claimed they were marks of the devil, that she was an ill omen, and even that she had been cursed by the gods. Several of the young began to shun her, as youth often does, and the childish bullying was cruel and vindictive. She began to be blamed for any mishap that befell the pride. But thankfully for her, her family still loved her and many of the pride ignored the noisy few and remained warm and welcoming towards her. Yet that undercurrent of hostility was still felt clearly by the young female and it made her work harder to make her parents happy and to prove she was just like the rest of them. Her parents both died late that year, her father killed by a neighboring pride and her mother wasting away from a broken heart only to die a few weeks later. The siblings mourned with their pridemates, but gradually things returned to normal, the four orphans took up residence in a new den together.
But then on the verge of becoming a full adult, disaster struck.. Out on a hunt with her pridemates, the young lioness had been ordered to stand point some distance in front of the target herd ready for an ambush attack. Yet it was an ambush that never happened or at least, not on the lioness's side. A half mile downwind, the other lionesses were suddenly and brutally attacked by two rogue males. They managed to escape but many were badly wounded and one older lioness, her tutor, died later from her injuries. Mkono herself was never discovered by the two males, being too far away for their blood-soaked rage to notice her. And it was only as dusk fell that she left her appointed post and set off back home, wondering what had happened to call the hunt off.
Yet when she padded back into the pride's dens, unharmed and clearly nervous, the pride attacked her. Mistakenly thinking she had betrayed them to the two rogues in revenge for all the snide remarks and cold shoulders she had suffered growing up, and that she was responsible for the death of a much beloved mother and grandmother, someone who had cared for her deeply. That was the greatest insult and the pride, enraged by the loss and fueled by long built resentment and superstition, drove her from the pride lands forcefully. Bloody, wounded and heart broken, the female eventually managed to escape her once-pridemates crazed revenge and fled into the night, never to return to the lands again.
For several years she wandered as a rogue, having to learn how to function without the pride for support, how to hunt without back-up, and how to stay out of other lionesses and more importantly, the rogue lions paths. She became quiet and introspective almost over night, bitter from the unfair betrayal of her pride, it was some time before she discovered the actual circumstances of that fateful day. Accidentally overhearing a couple of lions when she went to drink at a watering hole, she heard tell of a pair of rogues who had been recently killed, apparently, for going mad. Rumors told of a pair of brothers who had gone around slaughtering whole prides, tormenting any lion or lioness they came across. Mkono crept forwards but being worn and hungry, was not as stealthy as she had planned and the older lioness and what appeared to be her younger mate, spotted her slinking around the edge of the water. To her shock and dismay the pair approached, but it turned out that they were kind-hearted creatures and after forcing her to accompany them on a hunt, she was sat down and grilled about what had befallen her. During that long night and the day that followed, the three slowly unraveled what had happened on that cursed day Mkono had lost everything. Though it was painful, she slowly understood why her old pride had done what they had done, and while she could not forgive them, she did realise that it had been a terrible mistake, unfortunate and wrong, but a mistake none the less. Yet still, she could never go back and when it came time for her to leave the friendly couple, they gently nudged her in the direction of a pride they had heard about that was close by the area. Mkono was clearly not going to survive much longer on her own and the pair hoped the unknown pride, who they knew were reclusive but seemed friendly enough, would welcome the poor lioness despite all that had happened and the cursed marks upon her pelt.
Little did they know that the pride was in fact the Kitwana'Antara, and carried a curse of its own.
Why does she look so glum and downcast? After all that has happened, the loss of her family and the betrayal of her pride, there is not much room left in her heart for joy or happiness. Yet now that she has a new family, there may be hope that one day Mkono will learn what it is like to smile again. Though she may never fully trust another lion in her lifetime.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? She is reclusive and defensive. With her spirit broken it will take another a long time and much gentle encouragement to draw her out from behind her protective metal walls. yet such is possible, she just needs time to heal and recover from her terrible experiences. She tends to keep to herself, perfect for her job, and has only a few that could be called friends. While she is not nasty to the others, she simply tends to keep an invisible distance between herself and them, as if afraid to let anyone get to close to her. Her detachment from the pride only adds to her mystery, her markings already setting her apart yet where they had been distrusted in the past, now they seem to link her closer to the pride's god and appear to be seen in a favorable light by those of the Kitwana, especially the priestesses.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? In the End - Linkin Park. - She appears far more timid than this track, but the strength of this song lives in her soul. ((And cos this is so fun, From the Inside & Crawling - also speaks of her. Not Alone - about her from an outside perspective. lol Its been years since I listened to Linkin Park.))
Any additional comments or notes of interest? I've applied for several other lions in this contest but the personality and history Ive come up with for Mkono is my favorite.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! (new samples) Soq - indian rp & Soq rp
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:22 pm
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby? .:For The black and teal edited lioness:.
Username: Painted Moose
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Mifupa’macho (Swahili for ‘skeleton eyes’)
Rank in the Pride: Warrior
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Immune
How old do you see her as? Late 30’s in human years, so in the midst of her prime.
Personality: A harsh, angry individual with a huge chunk on her shoulder. She has a zero tolerance policy, and gives second chances to no one. Mifu is generally calm in social situations, but when provoked she comes off as an aggressive heretic who isn’t all the way there.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . : Mifu stumbled into the pride when she was a cub with her siblings and mother. It wasn’t intentional, but her mother had thought it best. At the time. When the first of her cubs dropped dead from the disease, she tried to run, but was contained. Mifu grew up angry at her mother for cursing them to this, and shame for fearing her own death. As she grew, she turned that fear into aggression, and burned it off by training to defend her prison.
Years passed until she found love, and more still until she accepted it. Yasir was a weakened lion, but a perky one. A male who made her feel like the sun wasn’t always overcast. When she became pregnant with their first litter, he yelled at her. After a month of tense living she found him dead on the border. When she was told it had been murder, Mifu couldn’t handle it. The stress mounted; she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink and yelled at anyone who passed. Eventually she lost her cubs and what little bit of sanity she held close.
Why does she look so glum and downcast? Why wouldn’t she be?
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? While she views those within the pride as evil walking dead, she sees the outsiders like pure, untouched angels. She wants to be one of them, but does her best to move on with what she has.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? Blow me away - Breaking Benjamin
Any additional comments or notes of interest? Yasir wasn’t murdered. He tried to leave the pride, and Mifu, just like her mother. When the scouts tried to keep him in, he purposefully provoked them and fought, making it a sort-of-suicide. “I don’t wanna be wit chu, babeh. I gotta die!”
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! One & Two
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:37 pm
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby?
.:For The black and teal edited lioness:.
Username: Puhterodactyl
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Nausicaa (burner of ships)
Rank in the Pride: Secret Keeper
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Carrier
How old do you see her as? An adult old enough to have adol children
Personality:
She's jealous, she's conniving, and she's got one hell of a grudge for her former "love", Aditi. She was once a part of a pride but left for her female companion, burning more than a few bridges on her way out. She's exacted her revenge on Aditi once before, but without anything else in her life, she hungers for more.
No other lions really captivate her interest for long. They're boring and not who she wants to spend her time with. She's never met a male who has tried to court her, but some who wouldn't mind passing along their genes- but she makes it quite evident that she's not going to be used for something like that.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . :
In their earlier years as adolescents, Aditi wandered close to the borders of Nausicaa's pride. The pride didn't really bother with non-threatening passter-bys, so Aditi was more or less welcome. The beautiful lioness helped out in her stay with hunting, and often went on these excursions with a slightly younger lioness, Nausicaa. In those days, Nausicaa too was quite lovely, her fur thick and luxurious and her green eyes were bright and optimistic.
She was naive, however, and mistook the friendship that started to develop between the two lioness as something like love. Nausicaa thought she was in a real relationship with someone she really cared for, and that Aditi reciprocated those feelings. So when Aditi decided her stay was up within the pride and it was time to move on, Nausicaa begged to go with her. Aditi didn't much see why she'd be so desperate to leave her home and her family, and neither did the pride. They had frowned on the feelings to orange lioness had towards another of her gender, but pride rules weren't very lenient in letting adolescents run off, especially not in the name of 'love'. A day after Aditi had left, Nausicaa moped and sulked about until she decided she could not take it anymore. Her father and a guard tried to stop her, but they were older, and she had a fiery passion on her side. She severely maimed her father and nearly killed the guard, and left without looking back ever again.
She caught up with Aditi, who was still mostly oblivious to the extent of Nausicaa's obsessive feelings for her. The love she had for her companion was more of a sisterly feeling or that which a friend has for another, but Nausicaa quickly declared them mates. Having caught wind of Nausicaa's fight in the pride from an avian one day, Aditi wasn't quite sure of how to shake the unbalanced lioness from her trail, so she had to put up with her 'mate' for quite some time.
Nausicaa grew suspicious of Aditi, however, when the purple female would come and go and return smelling of another lion. She attacked Aditi viciously, and believed that the older lioness would know her place, and that it was next to Nausicaa. But unknown to either of them at that time, Aditi was pregnant with the strange male's cubs. Aditi caught on first, obviously, and returned to her habit of slinking off. Nausicaa caught her just after she'd delivered, though, but she could not find the cubs. After another fight, however, the young mother fled to her cubs, unaware of Nausicaa having followed. Now knowing the location of the den, Nausicaa returned to their usual home before Aditi and greeted her 'mate' with love and gentle, cleaning licks.
That night, however, Nausicaa left the sleeping and scarred Aditi to the den, where she killed and ate the cubs. Aditi was hers and hers alone, and she would not let cubs interfere with that.
The next morning, Aditi discovered the travesty and could smell her children's blood on Nausicaa's breath. Enraged she ran the entire way back to the murderer and tackled her from behind, tearing into the lioness' flesh like she'd had done to her so many times before. Nausicaa was unable to defend herself, and for the first time, lost. Aditi thought she'd killed the female and left, herself defeated, and traveled far, far away until she found the Kitwana'antara. She'd heard rumors of the diseased lions, and strove to have herself infected so she could then pass it Aditi.
But it's been years since she arrived in the pride and her angry spirit has dwindled and her plans have died.
Why does she look so glum and downcast?
She often dwells on the past of her mistakes, and she's miserable because of it. She hates Aditi for nearly killing her. She hates Aditi for leaving her. And she's slowly beginning to hate herself. It used to be she was a fighter, jumping into any fracas - if it involved her or not.
But she's become quiet, almost a loner. She still has that fire burning inside of her, but it's only for Aditi. She's hard to provoke and would rather glare then slink off. She keeps mostly to herself and to her work.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride?
She's quiet and will follow directions (if they make sense and seem worthwhile). She's by no means a team-player, but does for the pride what she's supposed to do and what is best for them.
She doesn't like talking to non-pride members. She'll answer questions, and if they seem to get under her skin or pester her too much, her mean streak will show and she'll encourage them to come back to the pride in the hopes of infecting them.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? Oh Comely by Neutral Milk Hotel
Any additional comments or notes of interest? I won't be questing for Aditi because she was a plot building device and Nausicaa won't be leaving the pride to go looking for her.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Don't Call me Dad Rageface vs. Emoface
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:19 pm
BRACE YOURSELVES. I'm All Cried Out Over You.:For The Possibly Rejected Brown/Masked Female:.
Username: ShinosBee
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Chafu Machozi (dirty tears)
Desired Rank in the Pride and Why: Healer; hurt by the plague and her broken heart, she'll drive herself to try to heal others--thinking it will help heal her in a way too.
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? She's diseeeeeased!
Personality: She seems standoffish and bitter--obviously not even being able to spend her shortened life with the lion she loves has damaged her spirit. She's no-nonsense and takes her job seriously. If someone resists her healing efforts she's the type to let them just go suffer until they crawl back, begging for her aid. After all, with so many to tend she doesn't have time to waste chasing the unwilling.
What has her life been like within the pride up until now?: Until her heartbreak she's at least been hopeful. She knows she's got the plague and is sad about it, but she fell in love...and knowing she would have at least some time with him made her short life seem worth the pain. At least, that'd been her plan. She's always wanted to be a healer, but her motives were once pure, like her spirit.
What is her relationship like with the spotted female and the male lion? The male was her one-true, and at one time the spotted girl was...well not a friend, but someone she knew and talked to. Now though she is bitter. She HATES the other girl for stealing her man, and as for HIM, she feels crushed and wonders how he could do that to her.
How does she feel when she is not chosen as the males mate? In a word? Destroyed. Her one good thing in life was snatched away, and she hates it.
Will this outcome change her or effect her life within the pride? She'll die later, actually. Because she's bitter and wants to stick around and be a silent but constant reminder as she nurses the pair through their dying days that SHE was hurt by them, that she HATES them, and that if he'd picked her, he'd have a mate that was STILL strong, even after all this.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Here!
What a Man's Gotta DoUsername: ShinosBee
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Zioto (tumbleweed)
Desired Future Rank and Why: Bard; He seeks more to distract himself from his own decline than others through the focus his acts take, though he isn't selfish. He's a hard worker and means well, and finally being able to nail that certain trick or song would brighten his mood, even when he felt otherwise miserable.
Is he diseased (and if so at what stage do you intend for him to show symptoms?), a carrier or immune? Diseased. He'll show beginning stages almost immediately after becoming a juve, and will go between that and intermediate for many years. As he reaches middle age though, his will suddenly take a sharp decline into advanced symptoms. He will struggle to seem normal, doing his acts, and then suddenly drop dead mid song or trick one day.
Personality: He has a good heart and a sort of stubborn will. He hates that he's sick, and tries to deny it all he can by pushing himself to be strong and keep spirits (his own included) up with his antics. He will cling desperately to what health he has while he has it, and will become almost blinded by his drive to struggle on through the pain in his worse days.
What is her relationship like with others in the pride (both adults and cubs his age?): He has a terrible fear of the plague--seeing adults just fall over dead, bleeding, or coughing up a mess tends to do that to a cub. Since most cubs either die swiftly or seem healthy, he'll be much more comfortable with them.
Where did he come from? His mother was a passing rogue who caught the disease, and having no resistance, died just hours later. He lived by some miracle (or curse) and was found and adopted shortly after.
Any other notes of interest about the cub? Not really. He'll probably either breed to the first immune (or carrier) female he can convince as an adult, or not breed at all (unless he falls in love) out of fear of cursing his own children with his fate.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs - Just to get a sense of your writing style! Here!
Why should we pick you? Just curious. . . Because I'm eager to join the pride, and I'll RP him well, I think.Tainted Love.:For The Black & Blue Playa':.
Username: ShinosBee
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Kestallu'suul (hope inside)
Rank in the Pride: Guard.
Is he diseased, a carrier or immune? Immune
How old do you see him as? Adult, heading towards middle age, but still youthful enough to be in his prime of strength.
Personality: Outwardly he's stoic and brave, facing his daily challenges with honor and pride. He fears no one and nothing, not even the deadly plague ripping through the very people he's trying to protect. He regards no one with more disgust than anyone else, which has made his quite popular among the diseased portion of the pride.
Inside though, his skin crawls every day he is near those with the disease, and his quick march out to the borders isn't out of any eagerness to see his job done--oh no, he just can't take being around THEM any more than he has to. So far immune, he's horrified he'll one day get the disease, and so he would never seek to anger those with the plague--or their goddess. So he goes about his duties with as much skill as he can, but his motives are less than pure.
What has his life been like within the pride up until now?: Day in day out it's been the same, ever since he was born there. His siblings all slowly succumbed to the disease, but not he. He was the lucky son, the blessed child. But he's struggled in that he wants nothing to do with those who ARE sick; but he feels like crap for thinking that of his family and pride that think so wonderfully of him.
How does he feel about being asked to leave the borders in search of new members, new blood, and possibly return with cubs and new blood? He is torn. Part of him wants to run far, far away, but for some odd reason he finds he can't. His pride has such love for and faith in him--as much as he hates his home, and the thought of having his own children there, he just can't make himself not do it.
Will he go willingly, looking forward to roguing it for awhile, or will he be adverse to such an adventure? He'll be all too happy to go,and he likely won't get to his mission immediately. Only when his guilt really starts to mount will he get down to business and force himself to do the dirty work he's been tasked with.
Any additional comments or notes of interest? He prays to the goddess of healing in secret, hoping that his blessing of being immune will pass on to his cubs through him. It's honestly the only way he can bring himself to sire cubs that otherwise would lead a life of agony and pain.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Here!
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby?.:For The black and teal edited lioness:.
Username: ShinosBee
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Rettah-raynd (hidden heart)
Rank in the Pride: Secret Keeper
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Carrier
How old do you see her as? At least middle-aged, if not pushing 'old'. Probably young enough to breed if she wanted, but not by much.
Personality: Quiet and leery, she avoids everyone (except the dead). Thanks to a traumatic experience centering around her initiation she lives in barely restrained fear of everyone around her. Part of her still aches to do good and heal the pride--herself included, but her own personal demons prevent her.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . : She once was a bright and happy young healer, full of life and hope. She stumbled across the pride and its plight in her adolescence, and, certain she could heal them, asked to join. She learned their story and got to work...alas, she hadn't paid attention, and was shortly after 'attacked'...her rite of passage. What seemed a jealous assault to her was really just her initiation. She had unwittingly agreed to it, so she alone was at fault. To her horror she fell ill shortly after. The disease was rough on her--she'd never been ill herself before, and the pain and misery unnerved her and shook her to her core. When the disease later receded she remained wary. Frightened of ever getting ill again, she gave up healing, working with those actively sick and declining (she couldn't but see herself in their place, and it scared her) for a life of handling the dead. In her mind the dead were relatively harmless. They wouldn't try to bite or claw her and infect her...
Why does she look so glum and downcast? Because she lives every waking moment in fear of feeling slightly off, the creeping beginning of the illness again. She feels like she has to fight to be healthy every day.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? She is terrified of both. Pride members because of the incident at her initiation, and outsiders because she doesn't want her to lump her in with the ill lions and trying to hurt her. Partly that makes her mad, but mostly it just scares her. Overall she seems skittish and wary.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? "Fighting the Darkness", by Primal Fear
Any additional comments or notes of interest? Not really. <3 She's gorgeous.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Here!
Do note that all my linked RPs are different, so even if only one entry is considered, feel free to look at the RPs from many, as they show a range of characters I can play.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:15 pm
I'm a Barbie Girl, In a Barbie World~! .:For The grey and white lioness:. Username: mouselet SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Tarafa (Duty, Swahili) Rank in the Pride: Bard Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Carrier How old do you see her as? 4-5 years Personality: Tarafa is a stable lioness who believes in doing her duty to the pride, whatever that may be. She can be serious most of the time, but suddenly break the mood with a silly statement and a mischevious wink. She doesn't allow her duty to drain her of life and personality. What's the name and meaning of this deceased Prince? Uzazi (Lineage, Swahili) How had this female felt while she had been the chosen escort to this royal prince? How was their relationship - were they friends, enemies, was there a bit of puppy love, or were they hateful to one another?: Tarafa felt awed and honored when she was first informed that she had been chosen as Uzazi's escort. It was almost like a fairy tale dream! She didn't know him well at the time, but made a point of hanging around him often after that, getting to know him as he did her. Later, she would look back and acknowledge that there was never any true fairy tale love in their relationship...but they were friends and comfortable companions. Rather like a brother and sister in many ways. How did she feel about the death of her betrothed and how did she feel about getting her 'rank' stripped back to that of a commoner? When Uzazi died, Tarafa felt the invisible weight of duty lift from her shoulders. For the first time in years she was free...and she wasn't certain at first what to do with that newfound freedom. She had spent years learning not only about her future mate and his family from the inside, but in getting to know the members of the pride who would look up to her as a mate of the royal family. Now...the future she had prepared for was ashes on the wind and she left with the knowledge and nothing to do with it and no training to fall back on. She missed Uzazi, of course, but she missed him as a great friend than as a great love. Tarafa was also relieved by his death, for she couldn't imagine consumating a relationship with him. What is she currently up to in the Pride? Does she have any future ambition? As she mourned her betrothed, Tarafa gave thought to what she would do in the pride, what rank she could work towards. She was no warrior, no guard, no hunter, scout or spy. It wasn't in her to be a priestess or healer, and nanny was right out as well as secret keeper. Which left...Bard. Most Bards were from outside the pride originally and brought tales of far away places with them. How could she, born to this pride and living on its lands her whole life, be worthy of that position? She couldn't tell a joke at the drop of a leaf, had no tales of places the diseased lions could never go. But she had stories. Hadn't she spent years talking to every lion in the pride? She had heard everything from the tales of Grandfather's Grandfather's great fight against the hyenas to the cubs' imaginative tales of adventure in the hills. With that decision in mind, when Tarafa came out of mourning she seemed at first to return to her former life of seeking out and speaking to any pride member who wished to pass the time with her. But then at night when everyone was relaxing she took a turn telling a story for the first time. It didn't matter that she had heard it just that afternoon from a juvenile who had a habit of telling tall tales. She was able to bring it alive for her audience. How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? Tarafa is happy to spend time with any and every member of the pride. Even those she doesn't care for, she'll still talk to them and try her best to control her temper. Each person is a potential story for her, a piece of the pride's history, a lesson to be learned, a beacon of hope. Strangers are, of course, even more interesting since they do come from distant lands and have seen things that Tarafa and the others born to the pride (and home to its disease) can only dream of. However, she does feel her duty is first to her pride and so if she must choose between speaking with a pride member and a stranger, she will always choose the former. If she had to have a theme song, what would it be? James K. Polk - They Might Be GiantsAny additional comments or notes of interest? She is an older lioness who has seen more than one generation fade away. Part of the task she has set herself includes telling tales of those deceased pride members so that the younger generations do not forget them as people, instead of remembering them only as names or as blurry figures. Tarafa also happens to be a lesbian. No one knew when she was first betrothed to Uzazi and it was something that she never felt the need to mention to anybody. Had he lived she would have done her duty and borne his children, but she is relieved it won't come to that. Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style! Galerus' Journal & Galerus, Jokered and Tenuis
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:50 am
Won't You Be My Melancholy Baby? .:For The black and teal edited lioness:. Username: Kimaria
SoA Name & Meaning (if applicable): Jitimai (meaning melancholy)
Rank in the Pride: Priestess
Is she diseased, a carrier or immune? Diseased
How old do you see her as? Middle-aged
Personality: To those who do not understand what she has been through, Jitimai is viewed as a lioness to steer clear from, not because she is violent or overly dramatic, but because she lacks so many things that are considered normal. She is very much an empty shell, never seeming to possess any natural emotions such as love, anger or joy. Some of the younger ones even joke that she is one of the 'walking dead'. She does not smile. She does not play. When she looks at you, it seems as if she is looking through you; as if you are but a ghost, not part of her world. Her words are soft and tuneless; as emotionless as her physical appearance suggests. As such, she is quite content to follow orders without question and does all she can to do her duty without failure and without the need for praise. Jitimai, whilst seeming to have no ability what-so-ever to bond with her fellow pride-goers, does however, throw herself fully into her work. Being a Priestess is not just a job for this girl. It is her life. It is what she lives for. It is the reason for getting up in the morning; it is what prevents her from just withering away. Without her faith, it is clear she would have given up on life long ago. As such, the strength of her devotion to the Goddess of Pestilence could bring either great admiration or deep concern. She lives to worship and seems to have no interest in anything else. Others have tried to draw her into socialising, or tempting her with a mate, but each offer is met with a blank stare and silence. Such things just do not seem to compute.
Jitimai was not always this way. For those that understand why she is like this, she is often looked upon with great sympathy. For, before her life changed, she was a young and happy lioness who was looking to start a family of her own.
What has her life been like up until now? Tell me this girls story. . . : Jitimai's start in life was not unusual. Her life began as most who are born in the plague-ridden pride. Born to parents who were both suffering from the sickness they did not live long enough to see her into adolescence. One of her siblings was stillborn, whilst the other lingered only for a few weeks, leaving Jitimai an only child. Even still, her situation was not unique, and she found siblings in others her own age, viewing the whole pride as a family.
When her own parents died, she came to realise that life was too short to waste. She was the last of her line and it was up to her to find happiness in love and family, even if it was doomed to only last a short while. Even at this time, the first stages of the illness were becoming more and more apparent in her, and she did not wish to miss out on all the things life had to offer. She became somewhat of a flirt during this time, scoping out potential suitors in which to take as her own. It did not take her long to find one. A young, handsome male, Chetu, who she was quick to woo. Their partnering was born from their desire to have children and secure future generations for the pride before either of them passed on, but neither of them could have expected that true love would have come from such a union. The two were thoroughly devoted to one another and, of course, it was not long before Jitimai became pregnant with their first litter.
Of course, happiness was not so easily found. Shortly after the discovery of this wonderful news, Jitimai had a miscarriage. The realisation of it brought her such anguish that for a moment it seemed that she might not pick herself back up again. However, with the reassurance from those she loved, she slowly regained herself. It was at this time that she discovered the Goddess of Healing and, though she knew it could upset others, began to worship her in secret. Somehow she believed that by doing so, her next litter might live, their chances enhanced if she praised the Goddess who could heal. Sadly it was not to be. Jitimai did not become pregnant again and, in her despair, wondered whether perhaps this was the judgement of Pestilence for having turned her back on her. Reeling with the guilt of her treachery, she eventually confided in her mate about her secret worship. However, Chetu was far from understanding. He was horrified at the realisation of what his mate had been doing. His love began to turn bitter and though he stayed partnered to her, his affection seemed non-existent. Jitimai begged for forgiveness, vowing that she would never turn from the Goddess of Pestilence again. However, as far as Chetu was concerned, the damage had already been done. His withdrawal from her and from the pride only seemed to worsen as time went on and Jitimai began to fear they would never make amends. She could never have guessed what was to happen next.
She woke, one morning, to the sounds of his haggard coughing and moved to comfort him with her presence, though she knew it had not been much comfort since her confession. Today, much t her surprise, he smiled at her and said: “No matter what happens, Jitimai, just know that I love you. You’ll remember that, won’t you?”
She was so shocked she could only nod dumbly. For some reason his words worried her deeply and, later that day, she discovered these worries were not misplaced. The pride were gathered and informed that the ceremony of health and good fortune would be held in three days time. Jitimai felt the cold fist of dread tug the heart from her chest and she knew - even before the name was uttered - who it was who had offered himself.
Chetu.
Screaming and fighting, she sought to reach him, to plead with him for forgiveness, to change his mind. But even as she pleaded, she knew such a thing could not happen. Once the decision was made, there was no backing out of it. Even still, her cries continued and she fought to reach him, eventually forcing the pride to hold her back. At being pinned, her attempts became frenzied and she injured some who held her. Eventually, after much force, she was restrained; her body wounded with the scrape of claws and teeth, her ears tattered from having her head pulled back.
And, on the day that Chetu was sacrificed, Jitimai stood and watched and knew why he had done it. Knew that he had sacrificed himself to gain the love of Pestilence so that she might be forgiven. She made a vow, then, that she would never again turn from the teachings of Pestience, throwing herself fully into her role as a Priestess.
Why does she look so glum and downcast? She blames herself for the death of her mate because she turned to the Goddess of Healing in a vain attempt to bear children.
How does she get along with others, both in and out of the pride? She is detached from others and shows little emotion towards any, whether they be old friends, strangers, young or old, members or outsiders. (With RP, this may change so that she will become more accepting of some, in particular - fellow priests). Currently, she greets all with the same blank stare and indifference that she is now renowned for.
If she had to have a theme song, what would it be?
See You Soon by Coldplay
So you lost your trust,
And you never should have,
And you never should have,
But don’t break your back,
If you ever see this,
Don’t answer that.
In a bullet proof vest,
With the windows all closed,
I’ll be doing my best,
I’ll see you soon.
In a telescope lens,
And when all you want is friends,
I’ll see you soon.
So they came for you,
They came snapping at your heels,
They come snapping at your heels,
But don’t break your back,
If you ever see this,
But don’t answer that.
Any additional comments or notes of interest? Jitimai will not be infertile, but she will be of low fertility and will thus find it hard to have children in the future. I would also plan for her to start opening up to others again, but this would take a lot of time and plot and such.
Link to one or two completed or current RPs (from SoA or another shop) just to get a sense of your writing style!
Link 1
Link 2
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:43 am
Woot! Updated everything from here. . .
Except, to be fair, Cypren's referral needs to use the official form to be counted. ._.;
Otherwise we're doing good! Woot! Glad for so much interest. We still have 11 days left so we'll see what happens!
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