Post by Akyra on Aug 10, 2009 6:34:48 GMT -5
::Formula - The Empress of Aryion
|{The Basics}|
["portraits hung in empty halls"]
|:|Name| [ Formula ]
|:|Alias| - [ Forrie [uncommon] ]
|:|Pronounciation| - [ Form-U-lar ]
|:|Meaning| - [ An established form of words or symbols for use in a ceremony or procedure ]
|:|Age| - [ 2.5 yrs ]
|:|Gender| - [ Female ]
|:|Height| - [ 4ft 3 in ]
|:|Weight| - [ 418 lbs ]
|:|Species| - [ American Lion ]
|{The Family}|
["for they could not love you"]
|:|Mother| [ Akira ]
|:|Father| - [ Demitri ]
|:|Brother(s)| - [Galeon ]
|:|Sister(s)| - [Antimony Rhea ]
|:|Half-siblings| - [ None ]
|:|Grandmother| - [ Unknown ]
|:|Grandfather| - [ Unknown ]
|:|Mate| - [ None ]
|:|Past Mate(s)| - [ Soloman ]
|:|Children| - [ None ]
["for they could not love you"]
|:|Mother| [ Akira ]
|:|Father| - [ Demitri ]
|:|Brother(s)| - [
|:|Sister(s)| - [
|:|Half-siblings| - [ None ]
|:|Grandmother| - [ Unknown ]
|:|Grandfather| - [ Unknown ]
|:|Mate| - [ None ]
|:|Past Mate(s)| - [ Soloman ]
|:|Children| - [ None ]
|{The Locale}|
["here i am"]
|:|Birth Location| - [ Red Mountains ]
|:|Current Pack| [ Aryion Savannah ]
|:|Current Rank| - [ Empress [Alpha] ]
|:|Past Pack(s)| - [ None [Wanderer] ]
|:|Past Rank(s)| - [ None ]
|:|Desired Pack| - [ None ]
|:|Desired Rank| - [ None ]
|:|Current Location| - [ Aryion Savannah ]
|{Physical}|
["the ragged men in ragged clothes"]
|:|Eye colour| - [ Viridian Green ]
|:|Hair colour| [ Off-white ]
|:|Markings| - [ A spiralling heart shaped marking present on her left flank ]
|:|Main coat colour| - [ Ebony black ]
|:|Secondary coat colour(s)| - [ Off-white ]
|:|Body type| - [ Lean yet muscular ]
|:|Fur type| - [ Short and Coarse ]
|:|Tattoos| - [ None ]
|:|Scars| - [ Few that are not cloaked by ebony fur ]
|:|Accessories| - [ None ]
|:|Body Description| - [ Formula is a rather lanky lion, with a fairly sinewy frame which has clearly defined musclulature. ]
["the ragged men in ragged clothes"]
|:|Eye colour| - [ Viridian Green ]
|:|Hair colour| [ Off-white ]
|:|Markings| - [ A spiralling heart shaped marking present on her left flank ]
|:|Main coat colour| - [ Ebony black ]
|:|Secondary coat colour(s)| - [ Off-white ]
|:|Body type| - [ Lean yet muscular ]
|:|Fur type| - [ Short and Coarse ]
|:|Tattoos| - [ None ]
|:|Scars| - [ Few that are not cloaked by ebony fur ]
|:|Accessories| - [ None ]
|:|Body Description| - [ Formula is a rather lanky lion, with a fairly sinewy frame which has clearly defined musclulature. ]
|{Mental}|
["and how you suffered for your sanity"]
|:|Likes| - [ Loyalty, Pateince, Honour, Aryion, Leadership ]
|:|Dislikes| [ Arrogance, Insubordination, Deathly devotion ]
|:|Loves| - [ Manners, Duty, Those who display intelligence ]
|:|Hates| - [ Unco-operative heathens, Disloyalty ]
|:|Fears| - [ The death of those close to her, Losing her pride/falling ]
|:|Strengths| - [ Strong minded, Belligerent when necessary, Obstinant about her cause, Wise ]
|:|Weaknesses| - [ Not compliant towards others ]
|:|Disorders| - [ None ]
|:|Summary| -
[ 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 throne. 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.
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.]
|{The Past}|
["time is so unkind"]
|:|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. Not long after her rank rise she was faced with abrupt difficulties in the form of a fire which destroyed part of the land, leaving the pride vulnerable, their home, their food source and their livelihood vanquished in a cloud of sooty grey haze behind the roaring amber flames.
However, in spite of troubles the pride recovered relatively well. Prey returned soon afterwards and the seasonal rains lessened the chance for a reoccurence. 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.
When out hunting, Formula found herself in a predicament involving herself and two stray horses. Thankfully, help arrived in the form of Amanda and Windsearcher, who aided her in her in bringing the beasts down. Though injuried were obtained furing the hunt, each participant escaped with their lives. In return for their favour, Formula bestowed to duty of tax collectors upon them (a position of prestige). They departed the following morning.
A few days after this event, Formula encountered what is likely to be the most shocking occurence to date. The return of Aryions first King, the one and only Formula. Baffled, doubtful but moreover shocked the lioness approached the male. "Is it really ...?" she questioned, eyes bulging from their sockets in awe and surprise.
Future events
-Challenge/Death Valley alliance
-War with Ukoo]
["time is so unkind"]
|:|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. Not long after her rank rise she was faced with abrupt difficulties in the form of a fire which destroyed part of the land, leaving the pride vulnerable, their home, their food source and their livelihood vanquished in a cloud of sooty grey haze behind the roaring amber flames.
However, in spite of troubles the pride recovered relatively well. Prey returned soon afterwards and the seasonal rains lessened the chance for a reoccurence. 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.
When out hunting, Formula found herself in a predicament involving herself and two stray horses. Thankfully, help arrived in the form of Amanda and Windsearcher, who aided her in her in bringing the beasts down. Though injuried were obtained furing the hunt, each participant escaped with their lives. In return for their favour, Formula bestowed to duty of tax collectors upon them (a position of prestige). They departed the following morning.
A few days after this event, Formula encountered what is likely to be the most shocking occurence to date. The return of Aryions first King, the one and only Formula. Baffled, doubtful but moreover shocked the lioness approached the male. "Is it really ...?" she questioned, eyes bulging from their sockets in awe and surprise.
Future events
-Challenge/Death Valley alliance
-War with Ukoo]
|{The Aquainted}|
["like the strangers that you've met"]
|:|Relationships| -
Family
Mate
Crush
Respect
Best Friend
Friend
Aquaintence
Annoyance
Angered
Hate
No opinion/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.
Cinnabar: I think that your a respectable lioness from what I've seen of you and I admire your loyalty greatly. You'll go far in Aryion.
Fortune: I don't know exactly what to think of you yet. One thing though; could you not have made it back any sooner? You left Belle in some state and her heart torn.
Mwasi: Your idiocy amuses me child; did you really think you could take on the entirety of Aryion by yourself?
|{The Art}|
["paint your palete blue and grey"]
|:|By Creator| - [ Formula's early family ]
|:|By Others| [ See below ]
|:|Requests| - [ Pixel by Yo Moma ]
|:|Commissioned| - [ None ]
|:|Fanart| - [ Pedro and Formula by Sasuke ]
|:|On Templates| - [ Formula's official reference sheet by Yowl ]
|:|Main Reference| -
["paint your palete blue and grey"]
|:|By Creator| - [ Formula's early family ]
|:|By Others| [ See below ]
|:|Requests| - [ Pixel by Yo Moma ]
|:|Commissioned| - [ None ]
|:|Fanart| - [ Pedro and Formula by Sasuke ]
|:|On Templates| - [ Formula's official reference sheet by Yowl ]
|:|Main Reference| -
|{The Theme}|
["it's all about you"]
|:|Unbreak my heart| - [ Tony Braxton ]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyBEVP7NFY4
|:|Lyrics|
[ Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Come back and bring back my smile
Come and take these tears away
I need your arms to hold me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me
(chorus)
Un-break my heart
Say you'll love me again
Un-do this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked outta my life
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights
Un-break my heart, my heart
Take back that sad word good-bye
Bring back the joy to my life
Don't leave me here with these tears
Come and kiss this pain away
I can't forget the day you left
Time is so unkind
And life is so cruel without you here beside me
(Chorus)
Ohh, oh
Don't leave me in all this pain
Don't leave me out in the rain
Bring back the nights when I held you beside me
(rpt Chorus except last line)
Un-break my
Un-break my heart, oh baby
Come back and say you love me
Un-break my heart
Sweet darlin'
Without you I just can't go on
Can't go on ]
|{The Threads}|
["they're not listening still"]
|:|Current threads| - [ Destruction ]
[ Long Live the Don ]
[ Stirring the waters ]
[ Just a Hitch in the Grand Scheme ]
|:|Past Threads| - [ You reap what you sew [challenge] ]
[ First up, the Ginormous Lions ]
[ Show me ]
[ Prove your worth ]
[ Upon the fields of gold ]
|:|Dead Threads| - [ None ]
["they're not listening still"]
|:|Current threads| - [ Destruction ]
[ Long Live the Don ]
[ Stirring the waters ]
[ Just a Hitch in the Grand Scheme ]
|:|Past Threads| - [ You reap what you sew [challenge] ]
[ First up, the Ginormous Lions ]
[ Show me ]
[ Prove your worth ]
[ Upon the fields of gold ]
|:|Dead Threads| - [ None ]
|{The Credit}|
["thank you"]
|:|Outline| [Nezumi]
|:|Character Design| - [ Yowl ]
|:|Character| - [ Nitque ]
|:|Lyrics| - [ Their respective owners ]
|:|Other| - [ Played by Nezumi ]