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Name: Tiho
Meaning: "silent" in Bosnian
Facts:
01.) Grew up in snowy lands
02.) Sensitive to the heat
03.) Sleeps during the hottest part of the day
04.) Hunts at night
05.) Parents were murdered when he was young
06.) Was taken in by a snow hermit.
07.) Seeking vengeance for his parents' death
08.) Serious individual
09.) Due to the hermit life upbringing, very socially awkward and doesn't realize what is acceptable/what is not acceptable.
10.) Sarcasm and puns go right over his head. Takes things literal.

Name:Kioku
Meaning: “Remembrance” in Japanese
Rank:
History: Kioku wasn’t the name she was born to. But it is the name she remembers. She had a companion that found her wandering, lost and confused. By the companion, she was named Kioku and, before arriving to Isoba’Velius years later, she was trained to defend herself and how to attack. She was trained to stalk and to observe. Before long, Kioku was sent in the direction of Isoba’Velius, in hopes to find safety within.


The past she doesn’t know: Her original name is Adorea which means “Courage” in Basque. She was from a minor but dangerous pride that held no lands nor carried any names. A mutiny occurred and, before Adorea could settle her own thoughts and emotions, her father had hauled her away, along with an unrelated adolescent. The revolt caught up to them and took both her father and her memory away. The older male gave her the new name for her own safety.

**Trying to be vague because I’d really like to find someone who could play the plot of the other cub.

Name: Kiri
Meaning: "fog", Japanese
Facts: 1. He was born as Mwezi Mzuri, or Soft Moon. He changed his name when he left his family group.
2. He's very feminine and was ostracized for this when he grew into adulthood. Apparently, his parents and siblings thought it was something he grew out of, when it clearly wasn't.
3. He appreciates the finer things in life, like a freshly caught piece of prey and the warm colors of a sunset.
4. While seemingly delicate, he will run through a mud-puddle if it meant catching his sought prey.
5. He forms attachments easily and is very emotional when someone he is attached to doesn't return his affection (whether it be platonic friends or something more intimate.)
6. He believes in true love and soul mates. He is determined to find his and will be crushed if someone he believes to be his soul mate (via fling) ends up not being the one he seeks.
7. Because he hunts so regularly, he is not likely to take a prey-beast familiar, because of... awkwardness. (Like if he took on a hare familiar and then killed a hare for the pride later... Yeesh. Yeah, no, that won't happen.)
8. He loves spending time with little ones.
9. He adores pastel colors, especially on other felines.
10. He is not afraid to spend hours of the day grooming all the tangles out of his fur--or anyone else's for that matter--if he sees an unruly snarl within it.

Item: The fur-collared cape.
Why this item? Povu hates getting dirty and anything that could provide a barrier between his pelt and the dirt would be something he saw as a metaphorical godsend (unless there's a god of capes, in which case, a literal one)

Name:Bahari
Meaning: Swahili for Ocean
Personality: Strong and independent but very patient. She has a calm head on her shoulders and always wants to be aware of everything happening around her.

What does this girl want to do with her life?
Though just a cub she is already presenting traits of strong leader. She looks up to her father and feels to make him proud she should follow in his footsteps.
Especially since they have the same feet. Although, her future isn't set in stone. She might change her mind as she grows and discovers who she really is inside, finding her true calling within the pride.

Are you a newbie? Yes, completely new to SoA
was re-homed/gifted a male lion by someone but waiting on the new cert for it
so I guess i have 1 unofficially?

Name: Kikimora
Meaning: A house spirit, usually female, from Slavic mythology
Rank: Lowt
History: Kikimora was born and raised in a mountain pride, heavily secluded from the rest of the world. The group of lions she called her own were not all that many, but they were very close-knit; even though their varied ancestors had come together through circumstance alone, these lions united as if one family in their isolation. Their lives were peaceful in their mountain vale, if a touch stagnant. The grass grew green and a clear spring, nourished from somewhere deep in the stone, provided for their valley and the prey that passed through. In turn, the passing herds provided for the pride - as long as they were careful with their hunting.

If asked, Mora would say that they were too careful. Game was plentiful enough, but around the time she was ready to settle down with cubs of her own and the handsome mate that bore them, it became clear that the valley was looking less green that they were used to. The prey they brought down was skinnier. The hunting was easy, and some took that as a blessing. Others, Mora included, could see the writing on the wall: there was nothing good about easy prey.

Entrusting her cubs to her mate, Kikimora volunteered to venture beyond the pride's mountain. She and a trusted few fellow lionesses would seek an answer to what was happening to the valley, and return with any useful information they could glean. If there was no hope, the lionesses were to bring back possible locations for the pride to move on. No one thought the situation hopeless, however - the valley had sustained them forever. This, like all small misfortunes, was sure to pass. All they needed to do was help it along. Full of purpose, Mora and her companions departed the only home they had ever known.

She doesn't like to talk about what happened in the rogue lands. Suffice it to say that the lionesses went their separate ways, when they should have cared more about watching each others' backs than covering more ground. Let hindsight show that Mora was young yet, full of foolish decisions and unseemly desires. To this day, regret and bitter anger crosses the lioness' face when she is forced to admit to herself that she lost track of her friends and fellow adventurers in the tumult, and even now has no idea whether they are alive or dead. Given what they went through, she assumes the latter. That saddens her all the more.

By the time she made it back to her pride, even knowing in her heart that she was years later than she ought to be did not prepare her to find them all gone. The valley she had loved was nothing more than grass burned brown, bleaching bones, and a muddy crater where a lake had once rippled gently in the sun. Pawprints spread in all directions, but most culminated on the path she and her companions trod such a long time ago: out of the valley, and down the mountain. Branched out into the world. Her pride was gone.

Mora followed them, at a loss for any other option. She was at a loss for a lot of things, and returned to the rogue lands a little bit more numb than she'd left, a bit more jaded and bitter. When she came across the Isoba'velius, a little part of her rejoiced at the chance to be isolated again. She can remain in the mists, safe within the trees, and forget about what happened to her - or so she thinks. Perhaps, instead, she will find it an apt place to begin again.