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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:41 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:44 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
EDIT: What a Piece of Work is a Man
thought the male was for total newbies at first... helps if you read everything xd
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:53 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 2:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 2:32 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 4:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 5:45 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 6:30 pm
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 6:38 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 10:17 pm
What a Piece of Work is a Man
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
I AM ADVERTISING DAY 1!
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 2:11 am
The Leader
Username: MoonRazor
Name of The Leader: K’anon
Name Meaning: Armenian for “ruler”
Prompt: 3
History:
K’anon was born into a pride of deeply divided hierarchies, much like the Suka’Fumo. His parents were laborers, overworked and oppressed because of their attempts to rally support to overturn the ruling class of the pride.
When his mother became pregnant, his father risked his life to arrange a deal with a rogue on the pride’s borders. The rogue would help them spirit as many cubs away as possible and raise them as his own.
Both of K’anon’s parents bore darker pelts. When they saw him, the only cub of the litter with a bright coat, they took it as a sign. They smuggled him out of the pride, and he was raised by the rogue, who had witnessed firsthand the conditions of the pride and raised the cub to understand the necessity of wisdom and justice and a fair hand in leading.
When K’anon reached adulthood, the two lions reluctantly parted ways. The rogue was determined to return to the pride, in order to either rescue the yellow lion’s parents or to help them in their quest to install a better ruler into the pride. Though the young lion wanted desperately to follow, the rogue convinced K’anon that he had his own path to walk. His life had only just started, and there was much awaiting him further out in the world.
Prompt:
K’anon was a lot of things, but a pushover was not one of them. Not when it mattered anyway, and in any case, he understood a fundamental truth that these alleged nobles seemed not to: actions spoke louder than words.
The handsome lion had all the makings of a leader: that air of superiority with which he regarded all lions, though K’anon knew enough to hide it when the occasion called for subtlety; that ability to think on his feet, to make decisions in the bat of an eye and stick with them, to trust himself and his instincts completely; that ego. He knew he could go far, knew his own limitations, knew his motley crew of followers inside and out. Because he was that kind of leader, the kind that wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, the kind that wouldn’t hesitate to do anything he asked of his subjects, the kind that drew others to him by the sheer power of his presence and ability. And because he was that kind of leader, K’anon had found himself a group of loyal, devoted followers.
What did that noble have? Desperate hopes and dreams of a cushy life and grand authority, the laughable misconceptions of a spoiled brat, pitiful promises of superiority… the noble had nothing but lies to fill his own mind and the growing, yet unspoiled minds of his children. Such a shame.
But there was nothing to be done but to smirk and let the lion continue on his way, to let him think, for now, that he had won. K’anon would let him cling to his delusional way of life for as long as time would allow him. But when that time ran out, the noble would be awarded a reality check of untold proportions, one that would rip the very fabric of his silly world in half and turn everything he knew inside out.
The time would come. K’anon would make sure of it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 2:48 am
The Stubborn
Username: MoonRazor
Name of The Stubborn: Miroslav
Name Meaning: “peace and glory”
Prompt: 2
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.
Prompt:
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.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 5:47 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 6:09 am
The Lady Doth Protest Too Much
What a Piece of Work is a Man
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