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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:41 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:47 am
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 Name: Merah
Meaning: 'Bitter' (Swahili)
Species: Leopardess
Gender: Female
Pride: Rogue
Seer: No
Roleplay color: #a7a0d1
Colourist: Meepfur
. razz ersonality:.
Confident and sometimes overly aggressive, she prides herself on being totally self sufficient. Once she discovers a far easier life than the one she had been leading, she becomes almost bitter. She looks down on those that band together, seeing their inability to survive alone as a weakness. Something of a grumpy old leopardess she is still a fearsome fighter and has quite the sharp tongue when riled.
.:History:.
Merah was born up in the high mountain ranges. The only offspring of a solitary female, she grew up in the traditional way, learning how to hunt and to survive on the sparse high slopes where snow covered the ground for most of the year, temperatures were bitter and prey was scarce. Life was hard and you had to be tough to survive, it was the way of life for all leopards, so her mother told her, and the young leopardess never had a reason to question the older female.
Life went by as it always does, seasons came and went, and eventual one of them took her mother. It had been no surprise, the leopardess had been getting on in her years and the struggle to survive simply became too much. The younger Merah however simply continued, living the solitary life that she had been taught, each spring brought the only brief change to her routine when the males came a-courting. Sometimes they succeeded, sometimes they didn't. She birthed three litters, and raised four cubs throughout the years. Until That happened... It had been a very strange winter, warmer than usual and prey had been fairly easy to find. She had briefly wondered if this year, she would manage to keep both her cubs alive and it had looked almost possible. Then the Incident happened. It took several days but gradually the rock under her feet grew warm and the snow started to melt away, forming raging melt-rivers that poured off the mountain. Though aside from being annoyingly wet, life wasn't much different during those three days. But on the third night, her world exploded. The ground roared in anger and shook trees from their foundations. The sky turned black, not just the absence of light, but a thick darkness turned everything it touched black. The heat was immense and living rock rolled down the mountain side, the plants and any animal too slow to escape were eaten alive by the flames before they were buried by the very rock she had once stepped upon.
When it was all over, her home had gone. Looking across from a near-by peak, she knew that not only could she not go back, but that there was no-where to go back to. It had simply vanished. Without any other option she turned tail and set out into the unknown land that spread out from her devastated home, seeking a new place to settle down, somewhere that she could claim as her own once again. What she found however, was as unbelievable as what had happened to her mountain. Not only did other cats live all together, something her mother had claimed was impossible, but that they had so much food it ran about in great groups like meals on wheels, just waiting for someone to go along and select their choice for the day. These 'lowlanders' as she started to call them, were soft and weak, relying on each other, and even scavenging from long-dead bodies where there was so much fresh meat running about without any defense or protection!
It stunned her and the lascivious lives the other cats led made her almost ashamed to be called a feline. Determined to no only make a new home in this bountiful and easy land, she was equally determined not to fall into the decadent lifestyle that had infected these lowlanders.
So, with her pride and her hunting skills at the fore, she set off to colonize this new place and would teach her cubs to be self sufficient and effective solitary hunters.
.:Family:.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:01 am
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 Name: Brier
Species: Leopard
Gender: Male
Sister: Dahlia
Pride: Rogue
Rank: n/a
Seer: No
Roleplay color: #ae3441
Colourist: Meepfur
. razz ersonality:.
A completely selfless leopard he loves his sister dearly and has a deep sense of honor and pride in his role as her protector. As a warrior he is a formidable opponent, but on the rare occasion that they are alone together, he is a soft-spoken young male with a gentle smile and kind words. More of a pacifist than a brawler, he only fights to defend those less able to protect themselves, though his sister is always his top priority. Though content to be his sister's Second, he is a very intelligent individual.
.:History:.
These two twins are as close as any physically separate siblings can be. With Dahlia being trained as a princess and all the social restrictions that goes along with such a lofty title, her twin brother was her designated protector. Trained from birth to be a warrior he is both her playmate and her bodyguard. Dahlia is very precious, both as a female (for the pride is highly matriarchal) and as one of the ruling pair's oldest daughters. Generally reserved and proper, obeying the standards set for society as she grew up. Her parents always scolded her whenever she acted out of character for her station in life and being so confined it was hard really to find anywhere or any time when she could just be who she really wanted to be, but she still always dreamed of being free to do as she pleased. Brier on the other hand, has been taught that his life exists to protect his sister. He belongs to her and his life is hers also. His single task is to protect and serve her, which he does with great pride. A completely selfless leopard he has never considered rebelling against this strict regime, for he loves his sister dearly and has a deep sense of honor and pride in his role as her protector. As a warrior he is a formidable opponent, but on the rare occasion that they are alone together, he is a soft-spoken young male with a gentle smile and kind words. More of a pacifist than a brawler, he only fights to defend those less able to protect themselves, though his sister is always his top priority. Dahlia is most certainly the leader in their little duo though both are intelligent individuals.
Dahlia had been betrothed to a neighboring pride's King, a large leopard he was cruel and hard on his subjects. He also had several 'wives' already, daughters of his neighbors looking to make an alliance with the warlike leopards. The betrothal wasn't a surprise but when the siblings found out who was to be her husband, Brier instantly realized just what would happen. Not only would Dahlia be part of a harem to a nasty-tempered warrior-king, but Brier would be left behind with no position in his own pride and no hope of ever seeing his sister again. Desperate, Dahlia came up with a plan of escape, in which both of them would finally be free.
Having always wanted to live wild and unrestrained by the constricting rules of proper conduct in their society, Dahlia was determined to escape and of course her closest friend and Guardian would not even hear of her going alone. So one night the pair of them escape into the darkness, turning their backs on a pride more obsessed with rank and wealth than family, and vanish into the wild lands of the open plains.
.:Family:.
Twin Sister: Dahlia [Neon]
Offspring: With Kita
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:20 am
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 But after all is said and done~Name: Mèo Đen
Meaning: "black cat" vietnamese
Nicknames: BC | Black
Species: Leopard
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Fraternal Brother: Siyah Kedi
Mate: ~
Offspring: ~
Pride: Voodoo pride | Pepo'porojo
Rank: Guard
Seer: No
Roleplay color: black
Obtained: Random number ~ #13
Colourist: Eskimo
. razz ersonality:.
Mèo Đen is the calmer one of the two brothers. He thinks before he acts and he is the one who makes any final decision on their activities. Mèo is also the one more likely to listen, possessing rather more compassion than his brother. While he is the leader of the two, he is also the more innocent, not that his life has not been hard or bloody its just been a little less bloody than his brothers. The two brothers have such an understanding of each other that they fight like two halves of a whole, rather than as two separate beings. Mèo is the strength and endurance. Both are prime fighters and are perfectly deadly alone, but combined they are a force to be feared.
.:History:.
Meo's early cubhood was difficult. Born of a political pairing, the young cub was given to a lower ranked couple to care for. Slighted by the order to look after the single dark cub, Meo's foster parents treated him poorly. His blood-father was the Council leader, and his mother was a High Priestess. Career driven, the two never once went to visit the young Meo. He didn't exist to them as anything more than the proof that they were a legally mated pair. The all-leopard pride had two factions, and Meo's father was head of one half, his main rival on the council was leader of the other. Life had been tense for months, a fact that Meo could attest to by the frequency of his beatings under the paws of his adoptive parents. Then over night, after weeks of hushed whisperings and midnight visitors, war broke out within the pride. Meo fled after his adoptive parents were slain. With his home destroyed and no reason to stay, the youngster struck out on his own, sore, bloody and heart sick. Weeks past and he survived on insects, small lizards and any scraps he could pick off old kills he stumbled over. Those days were long and hard, but with each one, the young leopard learnt more and more about survival, he learnt to fight but most importantly, he learned how to predict other creature's actions. A skill that was the one gift from his parents, as they had never even given him a name.
Mèo and Siyah met when the cheetah had holed up in a dead valley, a pack of hyena digging furiously to get at the cub in the deep burrows where he had fled. Mèo, unaware of the commotion and looking for a safe place to spend the night, had slipped into the network of old tunnels originally dug by burrowing owls, and enlarged over time by a variety of species. The two cubs found their way into the interior chamber, the air filled with the frantic scrabbling and snarls of the hyenas outside. When the dark cubs finally emerged hours later, three hyenas lay dead, another was badly wounded, and the rest had fled. From that day on, the pair were inseparable. .:Family:.(Unknown): Out of Bahari ya Sham: (Nerp breeding)
Cub 1 [chenabby]
Cub 2 [Katachii]
Sheba [Neon Fly]
Kyung [Club Snails] 
 Name: Siyah Kedi
Meaning: 'Black Cat' [Turkish]
pronunciation: Siyah (Sea-ah) Kedi (Keh-De)
Species: Cheetah
Gender: Male
Stage: Adult
Fraternal Brother: Mèo Đen
Mate: None
Offspring: --
Pride: Voodoo pride | Pepo'porojo
Rank: Guard
Seer: No
Roleplay color: Black
Obtained: Scary story contest
Colourist: Slander
. razz ersonality:.
Siyah Kedi is bold and brash, inclined to solve problems with claws first and often not bothering to ask questions after. Protective of his brother, he sees his brother's generosity as a liability and is the one who prevents Mèo from being used by others for their own gain. Often considered callus, Mèo is the only one he cares about and he doesn't hide that fact. A formidable fighter in his own right, together the two brothers are almost unstoppable. Possessing such an understanding of each other that they fight like two halves of a whole, rather than as two separate beings. Siyah possesses speed and accuracy. Both are prime fighters and are perfectly deadly alone, but combined they are a force to be feared.
.:History:.
Siyah, abandoned a few weeks after birth, had scratched a living on the edge of the existence by scavenging old kills and lurking about the edges of warring prides, picking at the fallen carcasses. A fierce and wild cub he constantly fought for even the few scraps he did manage to snatch, his main enemies being hyenas and vultures. At the time Mèo and Siyah met, the cheetah had holed up in a dead valley, a pack of hyena digging furiously to get at the cub in the deep burrows where he had fled. Mèo, unaware of the commotion, had slipped into the network of old tunnels originally dug by burrowing owls, and enlarged over time by a variety of species. The two cubs found their way into the interior chamber, the air filled with the frantic scrabbling and snarls of the hyenas outside. When the two dark cubs finally emerged, three hyenas lay dead, another was badly wounded, and the rest had fled. From that day on, the pair were inseparable.
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