Post by Akyra on Jun 7, 2009 8:03:15 GMT -5
"The Emporess of Aryion"
<<Specifics>>
Birth Name: Formula
Alias: Forrie (uncommon)
Gender: Female
Age: 2.5 yrs
Species: American Lion
Height: 4 ft 3 in
Weight: 418 lbs
Mother: Akira
Father: Demitri
Siblings:
Mate: none
Habitat: Aryion Savannah
Rank: Alpha (Emporess)
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<<Appearance>>
Body Build: Muscular, Lean
Fur Colors: Black, white-greyish
Eye Color: green
Accessories: none
Markings: Raccoon mask over her eyes.
Main Fur: black
Ears: black
Eye Markings: Raccoon mask, off white
Front legs: black
Hind toes: black
Bang tips: white, and black
Tail: black
Back: black
Underside: black
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<<Family>>
Mother:
Father:
Adoptive mother:
Adoptive father:
Siblings:
Half-siblings: None
Sons: None
Daughters: None
Adopted children: None
Other: None of which she knows
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<<Personality>>
Written by Nitque
She finds a strong sense of value, in loyalty, and duty before life. She has...0.99% of what many would call social life. She has no knowledge of her family, though she did find a lion once, who she loved, and he died saving her. Ever since she has put duty before life, and stayed focused so she wouldn't have to think of the wrongs in her life. She is not a problem solver for anyone, and one of her famous saying would be "If your going to use me, you might as well abuse me to, so that you can have a higher rank on my hit list." She is in Aryion, fighting the Queen for her thrown. She finds a high lack of duty in that land, and it annoys her. She is not easily probed, and is well at holding her temper, but when released it is often fatal to the on goer.
Intelligence:
She is very intelligent, always thinking before acting. She often speaks in riddles, so as she can get what she wants said. Formula never comits an action without firstly considering it's consequence.
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<<History>>
Written by Nitque
She has no knowledge of her former family, though she did fall in love once with a lion who, befell, due to protecting her. After that, [she was eight months at the time] she trained for a full year in combats, and arts so she could be ready for life, because she wouldn't have a next time if not for her protector, and he was no more. After a year, she headed to Aryion and is now fighting the Queen for her throne.
Written by Nezumi
Spring dawned upon the Red Mountians, the warmth of the sun overshadowing the chill the harsh winter months had left behind. Beneath the shade of a fallen rock overlooking a high ridge atop a mountian lie the emaciated frames of four tiny cubs, a litter of three males and a female. Far beyond the range of which many packs or prides daren't venture, the land was carved in the shape of rouges many vicious outcasts who had no-where to turn but to the mountians for sactitiude, away from the very people they had scorned. It was unlikely that these newborns would survive beyond a few minutes of life in the wilderness, alone, cold and unable to fend for themselves...not even able to see. Whether it be by luck or chance or fate, the cubs were salvaged from the point of starvation by a lone mother cougar, who herself had lost a litter of her own.
She attempted to transport the brood to a safer location about half a kilometer northwards, but being a cat of smaller dimensions she was unable to carry the entire litter together; instead she was confined to carrying each individual one at a time to her cavern, though only one survived the journey, and that was Formula. For a few weeks the black lion lived alongside the cougar and her mate in the seclusion of the cave, living under the assumption that they were in fact her birth family. As she reached five months old, Formula lost her mother in a fight which ended in the death of both her adoptive parents and the perpetraitor. It ensued after a human intruded upon the den of her mother; Tristan immedately leapt at the nomad, and fell victim to the wrath of the human's weapon. Her father lie on the floor, bleeding profusely, whilst her mother cowered in the corner of the cave, sheilding the tiny Formula. With fangs bared in anguish, her mother cowered before the one who would take her life.
A well-aimed strike ended it all. Now Formula was alone; to young to recall the ordeal, the ebony lion fled the scene. She knew nothing of what at happened, for she was too young to understand. Now she had no-one.
Formula had not spent long in the wilderness before meeting a young male who's life had followed a similar route. He was perfect; a dun male by the name of Soloman, who's parents he too knew little of. They shared their life experiences together, and frequently talked of what the future had in store for them. For the first time in her life, Formula had truly loved someone without sceptisism or doubt or distrust. The two of them spent a while together, before one night in mid-October cut their relationship short. A territorial dispute in the Ancient forest (the place which they now knew as home) had led to a conflict between the two males, Soloman and a vicious competitor of whom Formula never learned his name. Soloman tried his best to turn the second males aggression elsewhere, but he would have none of it. Thrusting himself at Formula's dun companion, claws unsheathed, he succeeded in throtling Soloman into an elderly, withered old oak. Certain that his adversary was unconsious, the black male leared towards Formula; despite his wounds, Soloman intercepted the male and sent the two of them barrelling in a heap, each locked upon their opponent. Each pair of fangs crushed the throat of the other, in a battle of wills to see who could endure it the longest.
The black male was triumphant, though his victory did not come at an easy cost. He left the fight with cracked ribs, many a gash across his neck and cheek-bones, and three of four claws ripped from his foot. Limping away into the moonlight, Formula ran to her mate. There was nothing she could do to revive him, and she was well aware of it. Yet she persisted in screaming from the bottom of her heart for him, crying his name into the midnight sky in the hopes that he would return to her; but she found no consolation. Formula waited by his body that night, not leaving to eat nor drink for almost a week. Eventually, hunger drove her from her love.
It wasn't long before the lioness saught shelter as the cold nights drew closer, whether by luck or fate settling in the den of a retired warrior, exiled from his own clan and forced into a nomadic existance. After much negotiation, the warrior agreed to train Formula in the art of combat. Formula learned well, yet after a year in training the pair dispanded after his death. Now, Formula decided, she must focus on duty, before considering her own life.
A year passed before Formula decided to settle in Aryion, and after noticing the sloth and negligence of the Pride Member, resolved that she would fight if nessessary for a position of power, so as to assist the pride in it's rejuvenation. Thankfully, the dispute between her and Belle, the current Alpha ended without bloodshed and resulted in her ascendance into Emporess.
She strives to improve the activity of Aryion, no matter what the cost might be. Assisted by Belle, the lionesses slowly began to better organise the pride, accepting new members and generally arranging the pride. Recently, Formula met a young lioness within whom she saw potential, a charismatic female by the name of Songtail. She offered her the rank of Lead, assuming that she could fulfil it. However, circumstances meant that she instead promoted Rinc, a previously disbanded female who provided her with an adequate excuse so was thus able to regain her status.
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<<Relationships>>
Family
Mate
Crush
Respect
Best Friend
Friend
Aquaintence
Annoyance
Angered
Hate
Unopinionated/Unsure
Admire
Katara: Mother, I cannot help but feel partially responsible for your fate; you died in a vain attempt to save your adopted daughter ... I understand your reasons, but nether the less I miss you dearly. You took me in and loved me, and that is a great asset. Thank you Mother.
Tristan: Father. You defended me, you laid you life on the line for me ... and you lost. I'm so sorry Father.
Trainer: Thank you; you prepared me well for what life had in store and thanks to you I have risen to Emporess. I appreciate your influence ever so much.
Unknown male: If I had the chance, I would rip you apart like you did my other half. Half ... yes; rip you in half. Sounds fair doesn't it?
Biological parents: I don't know you; I don't understand why you left me, but whatever the reason I'm sure it was a valid one.
Songtail: I see potential in you and I find you oddly amusing.
Belle: Commare of Aryion. As well as co-leader, you are also my friend and have earned my immediate respect and admiration.
Kaosu: You are a simply hostage to me; I may grow to like you but for now I am not particularly opinionated at this point.
Ephraim: Alpha male of Inaria. I suppose I am obliged to like you, though I strangely feel that you are not all that you apear to be. Nether the less, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now at least.
Amanda: I feel that your a great asset to the pride, and I am ambitious for you to make yourself known and to gain rank.
Reashar Windsearcher: You are an accomplished hunter, and a fantastic asset to the pride.
Atieno: You seem a respectable lioness. Though I've encountered you only briefly, you appear kindly and well-mannered.
Afua: You seem a devoted carer, protecting and defending your younger brother. For that you have earned my admiration and respect.
Kafele: Though I pride myself on not being overly maternal towards cubs, you are an absolute sweetheart.
Sakmet: The word intelligent immeditely springs to mind; your sensible, quick-witted and a number I'm proud of.
Phobos: You .... how could you Phobos; you betrayed your pride. Your betrayed me. Yet Belle is still merciful enough to spare you from the perillous end that you so thoroughly deserve. To me, you have no second chance; slip up again, and I'll be on your back.
Belzen: You seem respectable, though I am yet to find out more about you.
Tekhan: Again my knowledge of you goes only by a brief encounter during the fire, during which you appeared sensible and able to follow orders.
Edé: Your a sensible gal, though the extent to which I know you is limited.
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<<References>>
By Me:
Formula's early family
By Others:
Formula's official reference sheet by Yowl
Pedro and Formula by Sasuke
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<<Roleplays in progress>>
Finished
In progress
You reap what you sew [challenge]
Destruction
Show me
Upon the fields of gold
Prove your worth
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<<Credits>>
Design: By the fabulous Yowl
Profile: By Rawrf (Edits by Nezumi)
Previously played by: Nitque
Currently played by: Nezumi