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Awesome. Accepted.

Also accepted.

Accepted. (See? I did not forget).

Any of those ideas sound good to me. I think she may be the only wild dog in the pride at the moment, poor girl. Maybe the hyenas will accept her. -coughnotlikelycough-

I have iron in my blood!
Username: Jovi of Shadows
SoA's Name: Brandr
Original Member? Yes
Desired Rank: Freeborn -> Reaver (He'll work his way up.)
Brief Personality: Brash, stubborn, and thinks he's god's gift to women. He's a bit immature despite his adulthood, and is prone to bickering and all out brawling when he feels like it'll get a point across. He's not an a*****e on purpose, as he does generally try to do right by his fellow Stormborn, but he doesn't always display that in the best light. Not a very serious guy, but he can be if the situation calls for it.
Brief History: Born into the pride, and has been there all his life. One day he threw a tantrum after getting into a heated argument with his captain while out Viking. Something about this thrall, or that thrall, or maybe it was someone's wife... probably the captain's wife- either way Brandr doesn't quite remember the details. All he knew is he slept with that wench and the captain threw a b***h fit at him for doing so. But seriously, come one. Who wouldn't throw themselves at his paws and beg him to take them? Right? Right. So Brandr had the bright idea to challenge his captain to a Holmgang: the loser had to do anything the winner said. Brandr thought he was going to get to humiliate his captain, unfortunately for him he turned out to be a better fight than Brandr had first thought. And even more unfortunately, the captain told him to leave for one whole stinking year and then he'd have to challenge his way back in! Bound by honor, and humiliation, Brandr left to live in the roguelands for one year, and is just now returning to rejoin his pride. That is, after he manages to win a challenge.

I have iron in my blood!
Username: Ravvlet
SoA's Name: Basi'Mei'Nimesikia (mudkip cosplay |D)
Original Member? Nopes
Desired Rank: Freeborn (Someday reaver!)
Brief Personality: So I heard you like me. Basi isn't pink, ok? He's salmon. It's a very bad a** color, and the ladies totally dig it. Basi would also like you to know that everyone is his bra, ok? Well, until they piss him off. NOT COOL, BRA. He's overconfident, obnoxious, and lacks any sense of humor at all, unless HE'S the one making the joke. Super serious. He's into hazing and showing other people that he's dominant- overcompensating much? He looks down on women and lesser beasts, and is kind of a misogynistic bag of dicks in that regard. Fortunately for most, he's a follower, not a leader, and will obey orders and rules most of the time.
Brief History: Basi has been a rogue for as long as he can remember. His father is unknown, and his mother was kicked out of some pride or another. They've always had to fend for themselves, and a lot of his harsh exterior is a shell over some really squishy, wangsty-baby insides. Like a cadburry egg, but less delicious and chocolately and more salty with the taste of tears. He blames his mother for giving birth to him as a wastrel and an outcast, and forcing him to grow up in want and squalor. It's made him very bitter toward females in general - he sees them as weak, impotent wards; little better than cub-dropping incompetents who just need a strong manly lion to boss them around. Get to the water hole and make him a sandwich, thanks. He thinks the Vikings will give him what he wants - thralls to wait upon him, and a place to prove himself so that lionesses will flock to him and he can sow his seed in comfort. After all, he's determined to see that his offspring are at least well off before he goes rushing into another battle.

I have iron in my blood!
Username: Thalion
SoA's Name: Lazarus
Original Member? No
Desired Rank: Thrall
Brief Personality:
Most assume that Lazarus is a mute. He can speak, but that doesn't mean that he does or will. He has a dull, detached air to him and carries himself like a lion standing between life and death. He has little to no sense of self-preservation, no fear, and no real passion. Rather than mourning for his losses as a youth, he withdrew so far into himself that he never really expressed anything openly. In this hollow, empty mindset he found his own way to peace. He can't get hurt again if no one ever gets close. He's not one to complain or defy anyone. He'll take to any task without a word or a hint of resistance.
Brief History:
As a cub, he was always very quiet and shy. His role model in life was his older brother, Takis. When their parents passed away (their mother first from old age and their father later on during a hunting accident), Takis pretty much took up the parental role. It was little wonder that when Takis died, Laz become more withdrawn and less welcoming. It's assumed that the young lion is a mute, since none have ever heard him speak and Takis tactfully evaded the topic. He was a pèseptè under the elderly caplata of the pride, and his brother's indirect killer, and lived a solitary life haunting the border of the pride's territory. He was known of only by a few and liked by even fewer. He was often sent away by his caplata on purposefully long journeys away from the pride. Little wonder that on one such venture he ran into trouble. He's currently being hauled back to serve a new pride in much the same way he served his last one.

I have iron in my blood!
Username: Princess_Feylin
SoA's Name: Khozar
Original Member? No
Desired Rank: reaver
Brief Personality:
Brief History: Lived with his father growing up. Went to find/save his sister.

I have iron in my blood!
Username: Princess_Feylin
SoA's Name: Isarmaq
Original Member? No
Desired Rank: thrall > freeborn
Brief Personality:
Brief History: Lived with her father growing up. Got captured by a reaver.

I have iron in my blood!
Username: Princess_Feylin
SoA's Name: Mustela
Original Member? No
Desired Rank: thrall > freeborn
Brief Personality:
Brief History: Lived with her mother growing up. Got captured by a reaver.