Post by littlexmonster on Mar 11, 2012 15:02:41 GMT -5
AKuma
Everybody with your fists raised high, let me hear your battle cry
Everybody with your fists raised high, let me hear your battle cry
NAME • Akuma
SPECIES • Lion
BREED • White Eastern African Lion
AGE • Four
GENDER • Male
SEXUALITY • straight
PERSONALITY •Well AKuma is a rather quite lion. He only speaks when he feel its needed in the situation. It comes from his father, in which he looked up to. Akuma wants to be just like his dad, so he is prideful, loving, faithful, and isn't afraid of a fight. He has a short temper though, and at times due to his naivety, thinks before acting. Akuma wants wisdom because he lacks it, as well as experience. If he is exposed to his fear, fire, you will see whole other side of this beast. AKuma is deathly afraid of it, and is the only time he would cower in fear. But everyone has weaknesses, and flaws. Akuma also tends to be boastful when doing something good, or completing a goal he had set for himself. But there is a much more tender and caring side to the white lion. He loves cubs, thinks they are funny and cute. Although he would never admit such a thing. Not to mention he wants a pride of his own, and wants to make it just like the one he grew up in, large and grand and powerful. He longs to find several core lionesses, but knows after landing here it will probably never happen.
LIKES • rain, giving the final blow in a hunt, zebra meat
DISLIKES • obnoxious females/males, being told what to do by a younger animal, water buffalo
WEAKNESSES • has a short temper, tends to act before thinking at times
STRENGTHS • motivational, brave , and has a big heart under all that fur and muscle
FEARS • he is afraid of fire
APPEARANCE •Akuma is a rarity amongst his species still, not quite considered a subspecies. His pelt is a creme, looking almost white to the naked eye. But he is not an albino and his eyes have normal pigmentation. It was a simple recessive gene that caused his rare beauty. His mane isn't as full as a normal grand lion quiet yet, but his legs and chest show the muscles of w well developed and seasoned hunter. His eyes are light blue, again a little uncommon for his kind but he was no ordinary lion.
PELT COLOR • White looking, but actually creme-in some cases it looks like platinum blind fur all over his body-his forehead is slightly darker than the rest of his face, and some around the eyes-darker creme color.
EYE COLOR • his eyes are a light blue, bordering silvery white but not quite that extreme.
HEIGHT • 8 ft 2 in long and 4 ft tall
WEIGHT • 330 ibs
BUILD • his build is lean, and lithe but his muscles are very well toned.
SCARS? • There is a scar across his nose and left eye (one giant one) that is a burn mark, as well as one on his chest that was from a fight with another lion.
MARKINGS • none
HISTORY •Akuma was born into a fairly large pride, with his father being a great leader. He protected them, and on occasion cuddled with his offspring. He particularly liked Akuma, seeing ha different his one and only son was. Out of the twelve born in that season, little Akuma was the only male. And one of the four that survived the coming drought. He learned to hunt with his mother and the other lionesses, soon finding himself skilled at it. Unfortunately for him, he wandered too far off the animal reserve one day chasing a young wounded zebra off of their own territory. He was young, foolish, arrogant and thought nothing could touch him. He was wrong. A nearby village was continuing the time old tradition of slash and burn-and Akuma had run right into it. The fire broke out of control, and swept across the trees into the savannah in the reserve. The young lion was severely wounded, a branch struck his face while it was smoldering causing the scar across it. He blacked out from the smoke and woke up in captivity. Akuma was only two years old when the humans found him and shipped him off to another smaller enclosed reserve. Although it was more like a small zoo than anything else. He was scared, alone, and longed for the pride he grew up in but he would never see them again. The reserve in southern Africa wasn't all bad, he lived in luxury and bonded with a few humans. But the time came for him to leave once he recovered, and they sent him to a Zoo in the U.S. or so they thought. Akuma never reached that place, because the plane was taken down in a storm crashing into the ocean. To his luck, he washed up unconscious on some strange island...here...
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE •Akuma laid silently in the grass. His stomach clung to the dried ground and dust. His blue eyes fixed on the young filly not but a few meters from where he stalked. The white lions mouth watered for the meat n her bones, he hadn't eaten in a day and a growing lion needs his food. His back legs tensed, readying to launch his body up and forward in a full sprint. The air was tense, his heart beginning to race at the thought of a chase this glorious. His round ears flicked forward, he had to me precise...a lion of his color had difficulty blending into the environment. But he knew he could do it. Akuma was like a statue, even his breathing seemed to stop. But then, his back legs released their tension and his body flew forward in one graceful move. The young filly snorted and called for its mother before charging in the other direction. She called out in the strange yipping a zebra does as Akuma guided his body towards her. His white hide made him so very visible to the other members of the herd, but the other zebra simply scattered. He locked on to the filly, ignoring the others who fled for their lives. His legs pushed his body forward, muscles rippling with power under his creme hide. The thin and soon to be full grown mane looked like white water around his head and made him look twice his size. It was a good thing too, or he wasn't one of the largest lions out there. Akuma refocused and closed in on his kill, leaping into the air with claws outstretched, just like he had watched his mother do.
He came crashing down on the filly, its calls for help climaxing as she fought for her life against his mighty form. Akuma opened his maw and clamped his teeth down on her rump. She was a tiny thing, and easy to hold. But the filly struggled, as did all prey. He thought for a moment as he held her there, why do they struggle? They know their life ends the moment the claws touch their hide...so why do they struggle? He thought to himself. Akuma pondered as he watched the life drain from the black and white striped equine. But he shook all thoughts as his stomach ached and growled. He was hungry. Ripping into the filly's flesh with his teeth, he felt the blood touch his tongue and the meat squish under the power of his jaw. Zebra was his favorite meat, so tender, so delicious.
