Post by hellfire on Jul 12, 2011 7:41:44 GMT -5
-Made by Dawn
REDCLAW
Nicknames: Red (used only by those he considers friends)[/size][/blockquote]
Gender: Male
Age: Adult (4 yrs)
Species: Lion
Homeland: The Outlands
Rank: N/A
Quick Description: He’s a muscular looking lion, with shockingly-green eyes, a silvery-black mane, and a sandy-grey pelt.
Full Description: Redclaw is a muscular, if not wretched looking creature, firmly built. Although he isn’t exactly the oldest lion, seeing only 4 yrs of life, his mane is un-kept, with a few silver streaks already across the black fur. His pelt is sandy, like most lions, but still not as well kept, dirty from many a year of roaming the desolate Outland plains.
Personality: : He can become a dangerous enemy when provoked, but is most of the time a non-caring wanderer. Roaming the plains is one of the things he loves in life, and won’t ever give that pursuit up. He flatters himself a good judge of character, a fine hunter, and a deadly warrior. But his greatest enemy is exactly that. He’s too confident in himself, which of-course leads to likely defeat, some day in life.
Goals: N/A
History: Redclaw was born to a supporter of Scar’s ideas, and so she was of the small group of exiles who left the Prideland Savannah to the desolate, barren deserts of the Outlands, a much hated place, where rivalry and hate rules all. And there, among the thorny brush of a dead tree, he was born, to the name of Damu (“bloody”). Taught by his one parent, whose mate had left permanently months before his birth, he grew to be a powerful fighter. And then his mother died, killed off by the searing heat of the Outlands. Not seeing any point in staying in the small pride of useless, ever-plotting exiles any longer, he left, taking the name Redclaw to replace his previous name, knowing that as a wanderer, killing is one of the only ways to survive, and he was good at it, so, Redclaw was a suitable name.
Author Alias: Redclaw
RP Experience: I’ve been role-playing for about 2 yrs, and still progressing.
How You Found Us: I used to be a member of the previous site, so I naturally came here to continue role-playing with my characters
RP Sample: The searing desert sun beat down upon the lion’s walking form, causing sweat to slide down his muzzle. This was a day like any other he spent in the Outlands, ever since he was a cub. The sun on his back, the burning sand under his paws, none of it made much of a difference. He would walk until water was in sight, not stopping for anything else…Water…What a beautiful thought that was, to feel its icy coolness on his muzzle, on his tongue as he drank, to have it go down his dry throat and give his body more life. With that thought in his mind, the lion clenched his muzzle firmly against the swirling desert sand, his eyes ever watchful for an oasis, or a waterhole…Water must be here somewhere…
