Mifupa

Mifupa

the basics

the appearance

Species • Spotted Hyena
Eye Colour • Light yellow sclera, very dark indigo iris
Markings & Scars • Light grey-blue fur. Sparse spotting. Black eye patches. No mane. Short and chubby. Possibly has dwarfism.
Height • 2' 10" (at shoulder)
Weight • 153 lbs
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Basic Appearance • (Image provided)

the personality

Personality • Mifupa usually comes off as little more than a simple young hyena just trying to make it work. Mif doesn’t seem to have any big dreams and rolls with the punches, taking things as they come. In fact, he tends to only put in the bare minimum effort for any tasks that aren't his undertaker duties and is infamously skilled at hiding from work. When called out on his sloth, Mif is extremely dismissive of it as a problem. He’s chill around most, extroverted and willing to shoot the breeze with about anyone. He likes to present himself as the cool guy. Effortless as his laid back demeanor seems, it’s actually a finely crafted persona, there to cover up his weaknesses. There’s a looming melancholy over the young man, possibly because he's so familiar with death.

Likes • Bones | Tolerance | Conducting Ceremonies
Dislikes • Unnecessary Death | Bigotry | Violence

History • As far as the childhood of a male hyena can go, Mif’s was standard fare. Although, he had a strange affinity for collecting skeletons in his youth that was slightly concerning, even for the Elephant Graveyard clan. Upon reaching adulthood, Mif left his birth clan like males do and traveled with a small group of other male hyenas on the lookout for a new clan to move in with. He spent some time in the jungles, hanging around a chimp troop and observing their mannerisms and tool-making. Sure, being the creature he was, Mif wasn’t terribly popular with the chimps. He had more fun watching the troop than they did watching him. Rather than being, like, an actual hyena, he spent his time learning their ways. Though, his knowledge of primitive technology is by no means flawless.
The easy life, however, wasn’t meant to last. Upon straying too far from the protection of the jungle, Mif and his group were targeted by the Pridelanders. Mif escaped with his life, but some of his friends did not. He would definitely trust any other animal before trusting a lion in all honesty, although he tries not to let that bias show.
After the encounter, what was left of his group moved again, no longer feeling safe. This time, they returned to the boneyard. Mif loved it, now that most of the rowdy clan moved in with Scar in the Pridelands. His fascination with dead things rediscovered, Mif had no intention of leaving. Ever. Mif made the graveyard his permanent abode. There, he could forever be surrounded by the corpses he made a habit of collecting. He seemed happy enough. As he rarely associates and never hunts with Shenzi’s clan, he’s still considered technically an outsider to the group.
After a while, he had a proper lair made of bones; small and primitive as it was. His reputation boiled down basically to being the “weird fat guy who hoards bones”. One can assume he’s capable of getting food on his own, if the not-starving factor is anything to go by. After a time, bodies began to show up at his doorstep, for it was common knowledge the dead were protected by him. Mif was completely okay with suddenly being the town undertaker. In fact, he even ended up giving a few proper burials and later would conduct full on rituals. There are some rumors that said rituals include eating the dead, though it’s not clear if this is lion propaganda or not.
Mif's appearance became something of ominous legend, for he seemed to have a sixth sense about knowing when death would be near.

the FAMILy

Father • (Open to RP)
Mother • (Open to RP)
Siblings • (Open to RP)
Mate • (Open to RP)
Offspring • None
Others •(Open to RP)

the role player

Name • Vile
Nickname •Vile
Age • 27
Password • In your reflection
Other Characters • Your other characters, if any.

roleplay Sample

It was dawn and the sun was beginning to change the color of the sky from dark blue to pinkish purple. Several tiny pin-pricks were still glimmering in the brightening sky and the moon still sat above in a whitish haze. Most of the nocturnal animals were well on their way back home for sleep.
One small pale grey hyena stepped out from under a simple shelter made of long bones and old skin. Black ears slowly rotated in response to seemingly nothing. The Boneyard was typically vacant -- at least when there was nothing fresh around. This was promising, he thought, since that meant he would not have to get to a body before a scavenger did. So he could take it easy.
Mif stepped out further so his paws hit the edge of the swamp, causing the slime at its surface to ripple slightly. The mortician was about to sit down when his brows perked. Purplish nose wrinkled slightly and he turned his head. He could smell someone else around. Being so close to the well-hidden Shadowpaw’s border, chances were it could be just about anything.
The spotted hyena moved slowly, but silently, in the direction of the visitor. Though his smell, that of hundreds of corpses, drifted through the air.

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