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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 3:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 3:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 3:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 5:00 pm
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Name: Jennevouve (said in a french way)
Species: Old Male Rogue Lines
Gender: Male
Desired Rank: Coordinator
Training Team: Normal
Personality: As egotistical as one can get, but its what gives him his flaring personality. Always strutting about, Jevouve can bring a smile to anyone's faces, even if he's not trying. He loves to sing, dance, and recite poetry in very over dramatic manners, often the one to quickly voice out an opinion in a deep bellowing opera voice. More often than not, anything he says is usually said in a sing song like voice and he always has a tale on hand to brighten the day of any pride member. He doesn't seem to mind his name sounds a feminine when pronounced properly either.
History with pride: Jennevouve was born to your average lion parents, though he himself was far from it. Being no lion of great importance, he had little friends as a cub, but more of...spectators. Jennevouve, or Jen for short, was always "performing". Even the manner in which he would groom himself was quite entertaining and would put smiles on anyone's faces. He realized, shortly after, that making others laugh was what he always wanted to do, and so would go out of his way to entertain the rest of his pride - ultimately leading up to his decision to become a coordinator. As he would pad around the pride lands, his ears were alert for any new stories or bits of news, in which he would take and recite to others in a very silly or sing song like manner. He even once reported that a newborn cub had twisted her ankle in a tune of deep, sad, and somber like notes.
When the famine occurred, Jen's abilities as a coordinator was put to the test. Surrounded by death at every turn, it seemed that his ability to make others smile had weakened. Though he tried tirelessly to make others smile, his own smile faded greatly. Beside himself, Jen sneaked off to a quiet place for some much needed rest. Though he had managed to put smiles onto the faces of three cubs, his paws ached and his mind was weary. That night, as he slept, a strange dream occurred, in which the faces of his loved ones and those passed, swirled about him in an ocean of stars. Awaking to the chill of the night and the rays of the moon, Jen felt an unexplainable rejuvenation. With an extra spring to his step, he paraded back into his pride, singing even louder than before of anything and everything, to bring the smiles back to the pride faces and give them strength to carry on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:28 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:43 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:47 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 11:00 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 3:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 11:27 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 5:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 5:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 5:56 pm
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