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[align=center]i just can't wait to be king general information[/align]- NAME: Kuzomea "hiss" in Swahili)
NICKNAME: Kuze or sometimes Mea GENDER: Female SPECIES: African Lion RANKING: Member AGE: Cub
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Kuzomea is a bit small for a cub, and is generally very thin, though not in a way that looks like she's starving. Her fur is a sort of a dusty- and- dusky pale brown color (HEX code 564638) with dark brown markings (HEX code 291A15). Her muzzle, underbelly, and paw toe things are a dusty yellow color ( E3B176), with her tail tip being a very pale dust color (HEX: 9B7B70). Her eyes are the only non- pale things about her, being a strange dark sea- green color ( 008F40). Her nose, tongue, and pawpads are a pale pink (ECAB9B). Her features are very angular, and her claws are ever so slightly longer than average. She also has a quite lengthy tail, and her ears have dark grey tips on them with light grey eye spots. Her tail is banded, much like a ring- tailed lemurs, and she has a dorsal stripe going down her back that looks like the kind of dotted line you cut on coupons. Her under her eyes lies the same pattern. Her eyelids and the part of the eye socket over the eye are a lighter color than her marking colors, and her under eye is a darker color. Her fur is thicker along her shoulders, and not very glossy. Though it is very soft. Her ears and eyes are slightly big, as well.

[align=center]in the circle, the circle of life personal information[/align]- PERSONALITY: Kuzomea is a very cynical and snarky cub, and she can be very mean and insulting to others as well. She is also very clever, and good at lying. She tends to be very proud, and will boldly challenge others who are much more stronger and capable than her. She is very good at running and sneaking, though she is not very strong at all, while also being very observant of her surroundings. She would be a very good scout, though not so much as a hunter. She has a bit of a temper as well, and is vain as well. She holds grudges for long amounts of time, as well, so beware.
RELATIVES: ((I was going to have her as an orphan, so what do I put here?))
HISTORY: She was born quiet a ways from the outlands, though due to a shortage of prey animals due to a drought in the area forced them to move. However, her pride didn't find that much food, and they all went their seperate ways. Her mother soon died of starvation, though Kuzomea was able to find a scent trail and follow it back to the outlands.
[align=center]hakuna matata everything else[/align]- NAME/ALIAS: Shatteredecho (or just Echo)
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: About 9 months HOW YOU FOUND US: I searched for something relating to The Lion King, and I ended up here. The link's been saved into my IPod for the last month or so, so I can't really remember... OTHER CHARRIES: This is my first one.... OTHER: I have a headache right now and it's late, so I'm just gonna copypasta one of my RP posts from another site, is that okay? (If it's not, I can change it...)
EXAMPLE ROLEPLAY POST:
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Ceaderpaw was, indeed, very winded. She had actually stopped running a while ago, dropping to a brisk walk interluded with short bursts of jogging as she followed her mentor to wherever she was going. Ceaderpaw hadn't been exactly overjoyed to get a mentor, not that she had been disappointed either; Harebell was really nice. She had also learned to not continue her mumblings out loud when other cats where around, only doing them (to short little dances) when she was alone, in her mind when she was not. She had also learned how to lie.Not that she had ever been bad at lieing; on the contrary, she had always been rather good with it. She had just learned how to get her expressions to lie as as well. Hiding a scowl behind a smile, a growl behind a laugh. Not that she was depressed, she had just stopped liking other people, preferring to be alone than be surrounded by company. One of the changes she had noticed most about herself, once she got over the initial shock of losing her mother(s), was her dreams. She began, quite frankly, to dream in blood. Always, every dream, everywhere. There was no sound in them, except for faint whispers just beyond the edge of hearing, other than a small tune, caught every now and again, seemingly sung by a small, young kit: oh I'm on the road to nowhere I don't where it leads I'm on the road to nowhere condemned by my misdeed... Ceader knew there was more, but it was always drowned out by the whispered questions just out of earshot... For some strange reason, the dreams never bothered her, seemed to do the opposite... She noticed other things about herself, too: a giggle when there shouldn't be, a tendency to shred her food instead of eating it normally, as if she could cause it more pain... She managed to keep these things secret from the others, but she feared that it would come out during training. She shook her head; she couldn't think of such things now.
Her mentors scent trail began to grow less faint, she was getting close. She broke out into a final sprint, only stopping when she arrived, panting, at the base of the rock her mentor was idly sitting on, not seeming out of breath at all.
RULES PASSWORD: Jungle boogie
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Quail
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Sep 16 2012, 05:10 PM
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