Ma'at

Ma'At

the basics

the appearance

Species • Lion
Eye Colour • Deep olive green
Markings & Scars Notch in left ear (status symbol in her old clan)
Height • Above Average
Weight • Above Average
Voice Actor • Claudia Black
Basic Appearance • Ma'at is clearly not birthed from any of the gene pools of this area. She is tall, with long muscular legs and an equally powerful body at that. She does not carry the typical boxy muzzle of many of the lionesses here, instead her snout is much more elongated and along with the rest of her facial features, very angular. Here eyes are large and almond shaped. There are dark slashes underneath her eyes, a great contrast from her pale, almost white fur. Due to a hormone imbalance she has had since birth (her body produces an abnormal amount of testosterone, which also makes her infertile), a bushy half-mane of a pale, straw-yellow shade sprouted when she neared adulthood. The fur on her tail is a few shades lighter than that. Ma'at’s belly, chin, toes and throat all share a pristine white shade.

the personality

Personality • Ma'at, growing up in the place she did, stands out a bit. She was raised in a very religious and ritualistic pride, and even though she ran away from the oppression, it still left a lasting effect on her. Ma'at is very stoic and can come off as a bit cold sometimes. She is not intentionally unkind, it is just that she thinks in a logical sort of way that may hurt others as a result. She has a strong sense of justice and wants to do what is right, but sometimes she is conflicted. She does not like making deeper connections with others as she is afraid she will let them down like she has before. And love is absolutely out of the question. She has been broken in the past and it took a long time to rebuild herself, and thus her guard is almost constantly up. But, if one does manage to get around that, Ma'atis fiercely loyal and almost frighteningly protective of all those she cares about. In her old clan, Ma'at had been amongst the elite warriors due to her light colored coat (it is a great honor), and has been trained well. Despite this, she prefers to study a situation before she jumps and does not light unnecessary bloodshed.

Likes • Quiet | Order | Rain
Dislikes • Oppressive rule | Unnecessary violence | The sound of jackals

History • ((Gonna be somewhat vague here, only because I’m still working out the details of exactly what sorts of beliefs and rituals and events went on in her past pride to set her where she is now and will add to it as I flesh it out))

Ma’at’s origins began a great distance from the Pridelands where the earth beneath her paws was more sand than soil. Her pride was as ruthless as they were devout in their beliefs and it was a rigid upbringing. As a small cub, she had known no other way and listened keenly to the stories her mother told her and the laws set by their King and elders. It was only once she grew older that questions began to form in her head, and yet even then she didn’t dare voice them. For heresy was not taken kindly within their ranks, so she let the questions quiet themselves to the back of her mind. As she grew stronger, she did her best to maintain the status quo and prove herself a proud and loyal member of her pride. Yet, ignorance could only allow her peace for so long and when the opportunity arose to disband from her family, she left behind the only home she had known to follow a land that was spoken of in the rumors that had travelled on the wind.

the FAMILy

Father • Unknown, one of the males in her old clan.
Mother • Zeza
Siblings • 
Mate • Haddaway (just a joke, no mate)
Offspring • None
Others • 

the role player

Name • semperferus
Nickname • semp, semper, semfer
Age • Not quite 30
Password • In your reflection
Other Characters • None

roleplay Sample

“So tell old Rafiki. What made you travel so far from your home to this place?”


She resisted the urge to unsheath her claws while he prodded her injured leg, pain pulsing deep into the muscle from where the horns of the bull had pummelled her when she tried to take down one of the calves in the herd.


He was humming under his breath as he worked, and if nothing else the steady tone of his voice was a distraction so she focused on that while she considered her answer. Where could she even begin? Perhaps the most simple answer would be best.


“The place I came from is no longer my home.. But after I left I felt something pulling me here. I don’t know how to explain it… I’ve heard about these lands since I was old enough to travel the borders of my clan’s home. When rumors travel so far into the northlands, they almost become as if legends… Like the stories I listened to as a cub. I guess I wanted to find out if they were true, but I’m not sure how I managed to find this place. I thought I was lost so many times...” Her voice softened, reflecting on the hardships she endured on her journey.


The monkey chuckled under his breath, “We all walk a path through life, and when the path grows dark it’s easy to feel lost and uncertain. But often it requires going through the dark to be able to find the light. You have always been where you were meant to be even when you couldn’t realize it then. When you hear something inside you guiding you, it’s often good to listen.” His words brought some peace to her thoughts, and whatever he was doing for her leg was offering relief as well.


“I would take it easy for at least a few days, but your leg will heal.”


“But how am I going to be able to hunt?” Her stomach had been empty for days, and it was the hunger that drove her to make a foolish play at that calf on her own. If she stayed off her feet to allow her leg to heal, she would be too weak to even catch a hare.


“Isn’t it obvious? You will go to the pride. Simba and his lions will let you rest while you recover and then you can decide where your path will lead you next. Now come, come! You can walk, just take it slow. Just follow Rafiki.”


It couldn’t be that easy to just walk into a new clan as a stranger with not even her strength to offer and ask to be tended to like a weak cub. Her own… Her previous clan would have never taken in a rogue in such a way without forcing them to become indoctrinated to their beliefs. And what if the laws and practices of this pride were as bad or worse than where she had come from? Still, the monkey seemed sure of himself, and he was the kindest face she had met in a long time. Something told her to trust him. So, as he had suggested, she chose to listen.


Rising in a less than graceful manner, she centered her weight before stepping in line with him and nodding for him to lead on. Walking gingerly on her damaged hindleg, she had to admit it felt far better than she expected it would when she accepted Rafiki’s help. She envied his ability to cause relief and comfort over pain and suffering.


“Rafiki, might I be able to ask you a question?” She kept her voice low and respectful, unsure if he would find her request absurd.


“Of course, if Rafiki may ask one in return.”


“I want to do something good with my life besides taking the lives of other living things. I want to do what you can do, at least in some capacity. Would it be disrespectful if I ask that you show me how I might be able to do that? To be a shaman.”


To her surprise he seemed to find her question amusing. “Who the spirits of the old kings choose to speak to is not limited to old mandrills. If you are willing, I will show you what I can teach you.”


She actually dared to smile, an expression that felt foreign to her. It quickly vanished, replaced by a frown of curiosity. “And your question?”


“What is your name? If I’m to teach you, then I should know what to call you.”


Lowering her head with her ears back, she watched the ground pass beneath her paws while she thought to herself. No one had used her name since she had left the sands, and she felt a distance between herself and her name as wide as was between herself and her old life. After some moments had passed, she finally answered him, “You may call me, Ma’at.”



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