Malka

Malka

the basics

the appearance

Species • Lion
Eye Colour • Dark brown
Markings & Scars • Nick in his left ear leaving a circular area missing
Height • Below average
Weight • Average
Voice Actor • Chris Hemsworth
Basic Appearance • Compared to most male lions, Malka is a bit on the shorter side despite being fully grown, but length wise one can find he is actually longer than most others. He is a perfect blend of his parents however. Having his mother’s more rounded features and slightly large head with his father’s broad, square shoulders, robust paws, and square, strong jaw, making him both muscular yet lean, comparatively more capable of agility than most male lions but is still taller than the average lioness and not quite as limber. His fur color is somewhere between a dark tawny and sepia color with lighter areas on his muzzle, underbelly, and front paws only, and his mane being well-groomed and black in color with brown highlights along with his tail tuft.

the personality

Personality • Since his days as a cub, Malka has matured a fair bit over the years. Though still curious and adventurous, he has learned to be more cautious and observant of his environment. He has especially learned to be independent and reliable compared to his younger years, having a greater sense of direction and responsibility as an adult. Though, he does get lost once in a while when he isn’t paying attention. Much like his mother, he has grown up as a kind and gentle soul with a protective side, being fierce when he needs to and jumping at the opportunity to help others in need.

One can easily say Malka is not only kind hearted, but exceptionally loyal and compassionate. Having become strong of will and out-going, he no longer allows the small things to get to him but can still be a show off from time to time.

Likes • Exploring | Climbing | Getting to know others
Dislikes • Getting lost | Seeing the weak harmed | Storms

History • Remember that directionless cub from that one-off comic? Ever wondered what happened to Simba’s almost adoptive brother? Well, here he is!

Malka has always lived in a much smaller pride than what is seen in the Pridelands, residing on the opposite side of the mountains connected to the Pridelands. Both of his parents have been with the pride for sometime, his mom Dalila was born into the pride while his father Yazeed hailed from a far off pride, standing out with his dark brown coat. As per the norm in this sort of story, the two lions fell in love and had a family, starting with Malka who was doted upon by his mother from the very moment he was born. Unfortunately, as Malka grew so did his curiosity, having a deep wonder of the world and starting a long streak of often wandering off as a cub.

One such venture led him to the Pridelands when out with his mother. Here, he not only got lost but wound up scaring off some hyenas, impressing the late Mufasa. When he told them of his situation, even boasting of his feigned bravery, he was for a short time adopted into the Pridelands royal family much to the chagrin of Simba. Though the two has a rough start, after the two cubs helped one another they became good friends until Zazu returned with a stranger, Malka’s mother who gently scolded her only son at the time for wandering off once again. After that, the two left back to their own pride, Malka promising to visit again sometime as they left. Although, such a time would never happen.

As life tends to be, his pride was eventually forced to follow the herds on the other side of the mountains as a terrible drought fell upon the land. As a result, Malka was often moving about from one place to another, having to learn the ways of hunting and other social matters quickly as he grew. The years seem to fly. Overtime, his mother bore two other sons in a second litter but soon passed on from strain and weakness, severely depressing and devastating the young lion who was close to her. It was also at this time a rift formed between himself and his dad, especially when infighting became prominent over the years due to lack of resources and conflicting ideas. Like the few males in the pride, squabbling soon began over leadership of which Malka had no such interest, but he was goaded into a fight by his father who out of anger called him a runt, worthless, and waste of space, simply to provoke his son out of his depressive stupor and causing a fight between them that resulted in the nick on his ear. When it ended, both were left in a bloody and beaten state, Malka finally falling out of his depression but becoming resentful towards his father’s recent actions.

Fed up, he left his pride and made a long trek for weeks back to their homeland, passing through a trail he recalled as a cub towards the Pridelands. And for the first time in years, the small male feels excitement in his paws to settle in the one place that became his second home; it’s just a matter of convincing his old friend.

the FAMILy

Father • Yazeed
Mother • Dalila, Deceased
Siblings • Two younger brothers
Mate • N/A
Offspring • N/A
Others • A few aunts and uncles on either side

the role player

Name • Tundra
Nickname • N/A
Age • 26
Password • In your reflection
Other Characters • Kion, Zuri, Madoa, Azaad, Udiri, Eshe

roleplay Sample

Malka crouched down in the dry, brown grass, gaze focused ahead towards a scrawny looking antelope. It was one of the only herd animals they had seen in days, and one that would be best for the cubs and mothers of the pride. They came first above anyone else, and with this terrible drought anything would be worth trying.

As was the case now.

Keeping low, the young male ignored a few strands of his growing mane presently hanging over his face and tickling his nose. It was annoying, but he kept focused on his target. Slowly he crept forward, being as low as his large frame would allow where his belly fur barely brushed the ground. The antelope seemed too focused on grazing on the few strands of good grass that it could to notice its predator looming. Malka was nearly there, just a short distance now...


There!

Letting our a snarl, Malka lunged forward just as the antelope caught sight of the movement but the meager creature wasn’t fast enough. In three bounds the black maned lion had covered the distance and gave the killing blow. Going limp his jaws, the young lion’s eyes shined with triumph, having to ignore his own nagging hunger, grunting as his stomach growled in protest. ‘Pride first.’ He told himself every time, awkwardly turning back the way he had come, eager to get his catch to the cubs and lionesses.

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