Lavi {FINISHED!}

[Lavi]

LAVI

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The Basics
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Name -

Lavi

Gender -

Lioness

Age -

4 Years

Species -

White Lion

Homeland -

Banished From, but is now in Grasslands

Rank -

Was a Rouge for a while, but is now a Hunter

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And the Rest
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Quick Description -

A stark white lion with bright blue eyes.

Full description -

The picture above was found on a Google search, and is not my creation.

Lavi is a pure white lion with smooth fur. Her pelt always seems to have a wind-blown look to it, no matter the occasion. With bright blue eyes and a small black nose, Lavi has very pretty features. Her legs are long and thin, with gray shadings on her underbelly and at the tip of her tail. But overall, Lavi has an swift and quick build, making it easy for her to hunt. But never doubt that she has no strength. On top of that though, Lavi has a long scar running down her right flank that she aquired from a battle long ago. That being her largest mark, she also has smaller ones on her back, legs, and a single one that runs down the right side of her face. (None of the scars are in the picture.) All of this thrown in with her features gives her a hard, tough appearance.

Personality -

Though Lavi is not exactly warm and fuzzy, she isn't cold-hearted either. She will be kind to some on rare occasions, which shows that somewhere, deep inside her closed little box, her heart still beats for others of her kind. Lavi does tend to have quite the temper though, which is also her biggest flaw.

Lavi's actions can surprise many, no matter the age. Though it may not seem like it, she may be trying to help you in the oddest of ways such as fighting someone for something you caught or speaking out even though she may be risking a lot. Lavi is a strange lion for these reasons, for you never know what she may do.

Lavi will sometimes think differently than other lions. She tends to let her thoughts take her away more than others, for she can be somewhat of a dreamer, when she is alone of course. But when it comes to a serious situation, Lavi can help think of a solution in a heartbeat.

History -

Lavi was born in a land far from where she is now. As a young cub, she had been bright and playful, happy all the time. As time passed and she grew, Lavi began to notice the differences in her pride, the troubles. But she had never said anything, believing it to be out of place for her.

One day though, and a Pride meeting, she spoke out. They had been discussing the issue of neighbooring Prides, and what they should do. Now, Lavi believed that they could all live together in peace, but the rest of her Pride did not. She was to be punished for her speaking out of turn, a fight to the death with one of the Pride's greatest fighters. Lavi knew how to fight, but no one else knew this.

The day came for when she was to fight, and Lavi arrived on the scene, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. The fight began, and claws flew around, roars filling the air, blood falling to the ground. At the end of the duel, Lavi stood ontop of the body of her opponent, eyes hard as she faced her pridemates. All of them shrank back in fear, surprised and frightened by her state. That day was when her troubles truely began, and also how she got the scar on her face.

Over the next few years, she began to get into more and more fights, becoming colder, and harder to other lions. Eventually, they had had enough of her, and had decided to turn her out of the Pride. They attacked her, but Lavi fought back viligantly, earning a good number of injuries as she delivered them. But in the end, she was forced out of her homelands, a long, bloody cut running down her flank as she fled.

These days, she roams with the Grasslands Pride, doing her duty as a hunter for food for the Pride. She is grateful to Kavu for accepting her, and always will be, but she will never show it. Maybe one day she will find someone that can open her up once again, but for right now, she is still alone.

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What about Yourself
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Who are you -
Storm

Roleplay Example -

A growl escaped the young lioness' throat as she circled her opponent. The two had been at it for almost an hour now, and Lavi was growing tired of this little game. Her normally beautiful white fur was spotted with blood, ruffled all over. With narrowed eyes, Lavi sprang forward with extended claws, aiming for the young male's face. He snarled at her, lifting his paw to counter her attack. But he was to slow.

Lavi's claws connected with his face, going from one cheek to the other, a pain-filled roar echoing from the lion's mouth as he backed away, shaking his head from side to side, blood flying all over. Lavi landed than turned, facing the male with hate filled eyes. Malice shown in them, for she would not let him escape without a story to tell. Another growl escaped from her throat, and his head whipped around to look in her direction, eyes still closed. Shaking his head once again, he began to bound towards her, determination set in his eyes.

Lavi smirked slightly, than also began to bound toward him. The two collided once more, and roars filled the air around them as they fought to come out on top. The male swiped at Lavi, landing a deep scratch in her leg. She let out a roar of her own, but let it pass. Just another scar to add to the collection. Lavi thought, swiping at the lion once more. Her paw connected with his side, and she left a scar along his flank much like her own. With another growl, the male backed away from her, than turned and fled, disappearing into the tall savanna grass.

Lavi stood tall, her sides heaving as she took in each breath, still gazing at the spot where the lion had disappeared. She had left her mark. Literally and figuratively. She knew now that more lions would be warned of her, of what she could do. But that was fine with her. The less lions she came in contact with, the better for them. With a huff, the lioness turned, stalking away into the grass, soon disappearing herself, silent as a ghost. The small clearing now empty, all that was left was dried blood, and the scent of the two that had once been there.

[» skye]

Accepted!