lionmiroslav
Name: Miroslav ["peace and glory"].
Gender: Male.
Pride: Suka'Fumo.
Rank: Noble.
Mate: N/A.
Offspring: N/A.
Parents: ??? x ???.
Siblings: ??? [brother], ??? [brother], ??? [brother], ??? [sister], ??? [sister], ??? [sister].
Roleplay: Open.
Color: Dark Magenta.
Personality:
Ever hungry for war and violence, Miroslav is a Noble through and through. He is deeply bigoted, going as far as to despise non-purple folk, and will never let up the opportunity to let them know their place.
Violent though he is, Miroslav is still aristocratic, possessing a timeless, old-school sense of charm. He knows that there are moments when a smile would suffice just as well as brute force, and will not hesitate to milk those rare opportunities for all their worth. His speech reflects his Noble heritage, and he has charisma enough to hold his own.
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His parents had had a strange sense of humor. Perhaps they had eaten some bad meat prior to naming him. Whatever the case, there was something dreadfully ironic about the name they had bestowed upon their youngest son. Glorious though he was, Miroslav was anything but peaceful, and had the word “peace” not been a fundamental part of his name, he would have laughed and claimed not to have any such word within his vocabulary. He could still say, in all seriousness, that he didn’t quite understand the concept.
For war had been all that Miroslav had known, even as a child. Ever, he fought with his brothers for food, for attention, for recognition, and his was an existence of such bitterness that he fully believed it when he said that there was something terribly wrong with a peaceful pride.
Yet, here he was. He was home, back with the Suka’Fumo at last and it was in this very place that his worst nightmares confronted him. So much had changed since he had last seen it. The strife was gone, the fear, the undeniable domination of the noble bloodlines of regal purple. And in their place was happiness, freedom, liberation. Abominations everywhere. It was almost enough to make him turn up his nose in disgust and leave, for the second time, the place he considered his home.
But not quite. For underneath that mire of disgrace and ignominy, Miroslav fancied that he saw something, some small, shimmering reminder of what was and what could be again, lurking a long way from the surface, but still bright and simply waiting for the opportune moment. There seemed to still be hope, however little, that with the right guidance, Bwana could be made to see the error in his ways. He could still turn from his deviant path and return to what was proper, what was right, and Miroslav would be there to aid the new king. He would conspire and wage a silent war against these shameful, lesser creatures; he would turn the minds of the nobles to his cause, convincing them of their superiority; he would eradicate this… disease from their lands.
Yes, Miroslav would lie in wait for an opportunity to present itself, and he would strike out against the lowly peasants that had been given free reign over the pridelands, and he would rise again to the renown that befitted his glorious person.
History:
Miroslav came from a long line of nobles. He, along with two of his brothers, was the pride and joy of his parents as they were the three most purple cubs of the litter. Because the fact of their natural superiority had been drilled into their minds from birth, the three brothers grew up believing that they were deserving of everything they received.
As they grew, they began to fight for their parents’ approval while the rest of their littermates faded into relative obscurity. Always, they strove to outdo each other, to earn top honors for the sake of impressing their pompous parents. What began as healthy competition became something far more warped and dangerous than any of them had expected as the brothers’ desire to win reached an extreme.
In an effort to stifle the overwhelming sense of competition and the beginnings of violent encounters between the three, Miroslav’s parents set a condition: the brother to get closest to the king and gain the highest position would win, once and for all, and the other two would have to accept it. Determined to prove that he was not just the baby of the litter, Miroslav fought tooth and nail to win the competition, eventually landing himself a seat on the war council.
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When Bwana's father had been in power, his war council had been there to support him, even when the malicious male grew mad with power, drawing the pride into chaos. These loyal followers of the past have, since, been met with various levels of trust. Most left when their king was killed and Bwana was thankful for it. Knowing who to trust from his father's time, and who to look out for, is too hard for a creature who wishes to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Which he has, reluctantly, given again to this purple old-timer. This male was once of the highest standing in the pride, helping the king lead and keeping the subjects in line. Now, for whatever reason, he has returned to the pride after the fall of his king, hoping to get in good standing with the younger generation of ruler. But he is a violent, dark sort of lion who had hated non-purple creatures to the point of attacking them. While he claims to have changed, Bwana can't be positive. What are his real intentions?
Growths
[Adult]
Uncerted
[Adult]
Name: Miroslav ["peace and glory"].
Gender: Male.
Pride: Suka'Fumo.
Rank: Noble.
Mate: N/A.
Offspring: N/A.
Parents: ??? x ???.
Siblings: ??? [brother], ??? [brother], ??? [brother], ??? [sister], ??? [sister], ??? [sister].
Roleplay: Open.
Color: Dark Magenta.
Personality:
Ever hungry for war and violence, Miroslav is a Noble through and through. He is deeply bigoted, going as far as to despise non-purple folk, and will never let up the opportunity to let them know their place.
Violent though he is, Miroslav is still aristocratic, possessing a timeless, old-school sense of charm. He knows that there are moments when a smile would suffice just as well as brute force, and will not hesitate to milk those rare opportunities for all their worth. His speech reflects his Noble heritage, and he has charisma enough to hold his own.
---
His parents had had a strange sense of humor. Perhaps they had eaten some bad meat prior to naming him. Whatever the case, there was something dreadfully ironic about the name they had bestowed upon their youngest son. Glorious though he was, Miroslav was anything but peaceful, and had the word “peace” not been a fundamental part of his name, he would have laughed and claimed not to have any such word within his vocabulary. He could still say, in all seriousness, that he didn’t quite understand the concept.
For war had been all that Miroslav had known, even as a child. Ever, he fought with his brothers for food, for attention, for recognition, and his was an existence of such bitterness that he fully believed it when he said that there was something terribly wrong with a peaceful pride.
Yet, here he was. He was home, back with the Suka’Fumo at last and it was in this very place that his worst nightmares confronted him. So much had changed since he had last seen it. The strife was gone, the fear, the undeniable domination of the noble bloodlines of regal purple. And in their place was happiness, freedom, liberation. Abominations everywhere. It was almost enough to make him turn up his nose in disgust and leave, for the second time, the place he considered his home.
But not quite. For underneath that mire of disgrace and ignominy, Miroslav fancied that he saw something, some small, shimmering reminder of what was and what could be again, lurking a long way from the surface, but still bright and simply waiting for the opportune moment. There seemed to still be hope, however little, that with the right guidance, Bwana could be made to see the error in his ways. He could still turn from his deviant path and return to what was proper, what was right, and Miroslav would be there to aid the new king. He would conspire and wage a silent war against these shameful, lesser creatures; he would turn the minds of the nobles to his cause, convincing them of their superiority; he would eradicate this… disease from their lands.
Yes, Miroslav would lie in wait for an opportunity to present itself, and he would strike out against the lowly peasants that had been given free reign over the pridelands, and he would rise again to the renown that befitted his glorious person.
History:
Miroslav came from a long line of nobles. He, along with two of his brothers, was the pride and joy of his parents as they were the three most purple cubs of the litter. Because the fact of their natural superiority had been drilled into their minds from birth, the three brothers grew up believing that they were deserving of everything they received.
As they grew, they began to fight for their parents’ approval while the rest of their littermates faded into relative obscurity. Always, they strove to outdo each other, to earn top honors for the sake of impressing their pompous parents. What began as healthy competition became something far more warped and dangerous than any of them had expected as the brothers’ desire to win reached an extreme.
In an effort to stifle the overwhelming sense of competition and the beginnings of violent encounters between the three, Miroslav’s parents set a condition: the brother to get closest to the king and gain the highest position would win, once and for all, and the other two would have to accept it. Determined to prove that he was not just the baby of the litter, Miroslav fought tooth and nail to win the competition, eventually landing himself a seat on the war council.
--
When Bwana's father had been in power, his war council had been there to support him, even when the malicious male grew mad with power, drawing the pride into chaos. These loyal followers of the past have, since, been met with various levels of trust. Most left when their king was killed and Bwana was thankful for it. Knowing who to trust from his father's time, and who to look out for, is too hard for a creature who wishes to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Which he has, reluctantly, given again to this purple old-timer. This male was once of the highest standing in the pride, helping the king lead and keeping the subjects in line. Now, for whatever reason, he has returned to the pride after the fall of his king, hoping to get in good standing with the younger generation of ruler. But he is a violent, dark sort of lion who had hated non-purple creatures to the point of attacking them. While he claims to have changed, Bwana can't be positive. What are his real intentions?
Growths
[Adult]
Uncerted
[Adult]
