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 Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:26 pm
These lions are members of the Myrsky Syntynyt pride (which the banner above links to).
Start Time: 5 December
End Time: 13 December 11.30pm EST
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:28 pm
Rules
1. As stupid as this may sound, read the rules.
2. Don't violate Gaia's ToS or SoA's shop rules.
3. This lion may not leave the Myrsky Syntynyt.
4. You may enter only once, but you may edit your entry until the closing date.
5. Entries should be in the correct format.
6. We reserve the right to choose none of the entries if we don't feel they suit or decline to choose a winner for lack of entries, saving the lion for future giveaways.
7. We also reserve the right to rehome this pet if it is not posted for certing within one month of winning.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:34 pm
 Colorist: Kaelyndra Items: f a y t h - x That is the captain you will be trying for. He was born and raised in the pride. This is basically a combination personality/amuse Fey contest, so entering is simple: you fill out the form below and post it without altering the code. [size=17][color=limegreen][b]What fleas? Where?[/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][b]Your Name:[/b]
[b]Lion's Name:[/b] (I don't really care what it means, but try to follow the guidelines for naming in the pride info thread.)
[b]Brief History:[/b]
[b]Brief Personality:[/b] (no more than two paragraphs)
[b]How does this lion recommend getting rid of fleas?[/b]
(this does not have to be written as an RP)[/size]
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 2:40 pm
What fleas? Where?
Your Name: AstoriaFallen
Lion's Name: Istvan
Brief History: He grew up always wanting to be a Great Storm-Born leader, however, Captain would suffice instead. He was a scrapper at a young age, mainly because he was so darn scrawny. He felt as though he had a lot to make up for. Which really was the case. He was the runt of the litter and boy was that NOT a blast. He was constantly teased by his siblings and called Istvan the Tiny, instead of Istvan the Mighty as he had hoped he would be one day. Needless to say, the constant bereavement from his siblings was all he needed to hone his fighting skills. He remained smaller than the rest until he finally got a growth spurt and went from being super scrawny and lanky to buff and rough. It was now his turn to pick on his siblings and they didn't seem to like it very much and after a couple of brawls amongst siblings they all came to an agreement and decided to just go at it once in a while just to perfect skills. He also realized he was quite the ladies man and would often try and flaunt his stuff to woo the ladies. Istvan worked hard to gain the strength and wits to maintain the status of Captain one day and sure enough he was honored the Title he had so hoped for. However, it seemed that good favor was naught for long. On his very first Viking outage he not only brought back plentiful bounty, but plentiful fleas to go around as well. Wonder who he picked those up from when they were out plundering hmm. So for now he's being called Itchy Istvan Flea Bringer of Stormborn. Needless to say, he wants to hide somewhere right about now.
Brief Personality: Overall he is level headed and proud. He worked hard to get where he is today and won't let anyone step on his toes. He can be a bit aggressive if he thinks for a moment someone is going to "soil" his good name, however, with the current flea problem he can't really argue if someone has a bone to pick with him. That doesn't mean he won't stand up for himself if he's confronted. He is strong headed in the area of thinking himself as being right. However, there are times when he is wrong and will admit to it if not called out. If you do that he'll fight tooth and nail to make everyone believe he's innocent. He finds himself to be quite attractive, though not in a vanity sort of way. He wants to throw himself out there at unsuspecting ladies and see if they'll take a bite. He's a ladies man and isn't really into settling down just yet. He hopes to find himself a feisty woman to keep him in check and give him lots of Stormborn ruffians.
How does this lion recommend getting rid of fleas?
He strongly recommends salt water or mud made with salt water, it soothes the itching and cleanses all at once.
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 3:01 pm
What fleas? Where?
Your Name: CaliWolfe
Lion's Name: Háleikr
Brief History: His mother was a thrall, but having had a reaver father he was spared from sharing the same fate. He was made fun of during his childhood for being rather quiet and a wimp. His father nearly disowned him for being such an embarrassment... To solve the problem his father tried everything, pitting his only son into all situations he could. From fights to being thrown over cliffs, it was hoped that he would either toughen up or die trying. One day Háleikr had enough and went to consult a priestess on his problems. Upon returning from his little trip had seemed to have had a personality adjustment in the process. When his regular bullies made fun of and threw stones at him, Háleikr turned and snapped at them. When they didn't stop their snickering he beat them to a pulp! This earned him the respect he had been lacking and that he has never lost since.
Brief Personality: Although he is quiet and is not the first one to start a conversation, Háleikr is strong and will not hesitate to let others know it. Usually this means glaring at those who question his strength until they back down, but on rare days when he's feeling a more agitated then usual it means a good beating to put them in their place. Even if this is true he tries his hardest to seek the fairest solution to life's problems rather then jump to a hasty conclusion. Clarity and true bravery are what he believes will get someone farther in life; and he encourages his band to use more docile methods of solving arguments, instead of pushing each others buttons until a fight breaks out.
Because of his ability to withstand much trauma and torment Háleikr has become somewhat infamous amongst the pride, being known that its hard to get him to react. This causes some of the braver youngsters (and annoying adults) to poke at his flaws until he reacts in some way. Lately the butt of the jokes have evolved from him and his band being infected with a flea problem! Although annoyed Háleikr tells his men its a test of endurance that they are being put through rather than the itchy sensation it truly is.
How does this lion recommend getting rid of fleas? A good roll in the mud will get rid of those lil' buggers right away! A quick bath after words might be recommended for those who are particularly clean. If not Háleikr recommends that you take regular bathes (whether in dirt or water is up to you to decide!) or just don't pay attention to their existence. smile
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 2:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:57 am
The number of entries makes me concerned I may have to invoke rule 6.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 8:31 am
What fleas? Where?
Your Name: Depawsit
Lion's Name: Valbergur
Brief History: He had a typical childhood, his Father also a captain, would routinely leave to go out on raids. Valbergur, would watch excitedly from beneath his Mother's shadow, cheering his Father on as he said his final goodbyes. He looked up to that male, and cherished the small amounts of time he spent with him. But after one particular raid, his Father didn't return. It was under some very suspicious circumstances, the crew wouldn't say much ... and what they would say, was very cloudy. His Mother was heart broken, but Valbergur was still too young to understand just what had truly happened on that raid. He waited dutifully outside that den night after night, until his Mother began blocking off the entrance at nights.
Now that he's older, he has a much better outlook on what happened. He's a wiser male in many respects. He's risen to match his Father's footsteps, and does his best to aid his still broken Mother.
Brief Personality: Valbergur means "salvation of the slain in battle" and it couldn't be a better name for him. Valbergur is a vengeful spirit, but not vengeful of his own misfortune, but of the death and injuries of the innocent who have fallen before him in battle. He looks to his Father as a beacon of strength to motivate him when he's at his lowest. He's always behind those who need the extra hand, despite their use on the battlefield - the elderly were once our captains and raiders. The children are our future. The fallen, are our hope.
Valbergur may seem like all rainbows and fluff, but he puts on his tough exterior like any viking would. Those who have never experienced his mushy insides, would never take him for being that type of lion. They would mistake him for a cold leader, who gives little mercy and could kill you with just a single glance. [ Beware his glare, its a killer owo ]
How does this lion recommend getting rid of fleas? "Smother Them!" The damned things are infecting our young, our old, and even our raiders! Everyone lion should crawl into the nearest mud pit and lie there. "DON'T YOU DARE CRAWL OUT EITHER!" Lie there, until not an itch remains, not even the tiniest little inkling of movement can be felt beneath your fur.
"If all else fails, SHRED THEM!" These pests are poorly equipped for coarse objects! Each lion should take a roll in the sand, a LOOOOONG roll in the sand. "BATHE IN IT. TIL NOT A SLIVER REMAINS" The sand will destroy their delicate shells, and we will be free of this epidemic once and for all!
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 10:15 am
What fleas? Where?
Your Name: Talencia
Lion's Name: Slovet
Brief History: Slovet was born into the pride, son of a traditional family. His father was a reaver, his mother Freeborn. He grew up with plenty of thralls to do the work, leaving him copious amounts of time to get himself into trouble. As he aged, though, he grew tired of such childish games of tormenting thrall children, ordering thralls about, and mock-sparring with other boys. He had considered accepting the lazy life of a Freeborn, but found it not to his liking. Bored with doing essentially nothing, he opted to become a reaver eventually in order to have something to do with himself. When his band lost its Captain, he stepped up into the position. It wasn't exactly ambition that prompted him, but rather boredom at always taking orders. Now he leads the band, not for glory, fame, or loot, but simply because it keeps him challenged.
Brief Personality: Slovet easily adapts to changing situations. Unfortunately, this means he gets bored easily as well. It takes something truly challenging or unique to keep his attention very long. He does take his job seriously, but he has no drive to acquire or keep anything particularly, including females and thralls. His down-time can vary widely from lazy laying about to brawling, as his mood varies along with his lackadaisicalness. Someday it may occur to him that family life would be a new challenge, but for the time being he's content to amuse himself without attachments.
How does this lion recommend getting rid of fleas? It took some tracking down to figure out where he'd gotten them, but he'd managed to learn it was from a band of primates they'd raided for their cleverly made trinkets. While the tribe hadn't been particularly thrilled to see him appear again, he managed to... convince, let's say... one of them to reveal the tribe's solution to the flea problem. It wasn't one Slovet savored, but he was willing to give it a try. Turns out, it worked a treat. It required a long trip to the south to return with a net full of fruit. These oddly colored globes had to then be pierced and torn open, and the resulting juice, which was thankfully quite copious, rubbed all over one's fur. Slovet has also discovered that it works nearly as well to simply scatter them in the area of one's den where one sleeps, and spend several nights sleeping amid the stench. Unpleasant as it is, it does work!
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:37 pm
What fleas? Where?
Your Name: Andranis
Lion's Name: Steinn
Brief History: Steinn was one of many sons of a prior captain(His father died a glorious death in battle), one of the few legitimate children born to him - There were many salt wives for Steinn's father. Idolizing his father, he trained hard and went out on many Vikings, until he became a captain himself. Unfortunately, he's had many run-ins with fleas in that time...
Brief Personality: Steinn is a tradition-minded lion, believing lionesses have no place being Reavers. It's not that he thinks they're weak, though. He holds great respect for them for bringing life into the world, after all. No, his belief is that they belong at home, because it's terrifying MOTHERS, not FATHERS, who make cubs into good lions, because the fear of what their mother will do will often outweigh the fear of what their father will do. He also believes that lionesses should be pampered within reason because of this, and that the sign of a truly great lion is how well he treats his mate and how well-groomed she is.
How does this lion recommend getting rid of fleas? As gross as it can be to do it, he suggests rolling in mud, head to tail tip, all over, let it dry, then wash it off and repeat as needed. The little pests eventually go away. Clay-mud is particularly excellent in ridding oneself of fleas.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 7:37 am
Myrsky Syntynyt The number of entries makes me concerned I may have to invoke rule 6. lol it happens, one can always try again!
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 10:38 am
I swear I will post the winner. I just have to turn in my last final for the semester first.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 6:45 pm
Good luck on your final :3
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