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Julian
Nov 22, 2020 18:54:13 GMT
Post by Vile on Nov 22, 2020 18:54:13 GMT
Julian  the basics Name • Julian
Nicknames • n/a
Age • Middle Aged
Gender • He/Him
Sexuality • Pansexual
Pride/Pack • Loner
Alliance • N/A
Position • N/A
Other • Anything relative pertaining to your character. the appearance Species • Leopard
Eye Colour • Blue
Markings & Scars • Huge and fairly overweight. Light reddish fur. Scar on bridge of nose. Severe healed burn on his entire left limb. Dark sclera and blue irises.
Height • Above Average
Weight • Above Average
Voice Actor • TBD
Basic Appearance • Image Provided the personality Personality • Julian is by most measures a typical Outlander; sadistic, murderous and out chiefly for himself. To him, live is very simple and uncomplicated by things like morality. He feels he's earned his infamous status, and has become lazy and complacent; would rather threaten lessers do all the work for him. However, he's not allowed himself to grow soft, for that would make him a target, and mauls other animals occasionally -- sometimes for very flimsy reasons. Julian gets what he wants through little else than intimidation. Julian views compassion with a cynical eye for it is utterly foreign to him.
Likes • Violence | Solitude | Birds
Dislikes • Uppity Lions | Herbivores | Canines of any sort
History • Before his association with the Pridelands, Julian was a solitary cat with a brief but disastrous stint within the Scar's regime. During his childhood, he received little parenting and love from his mother. Once she became pregnant with Julian's younger sibling, he was chased away before he was ready to be on his own. But Julian managed to pull through and survive to adulthood.
He was under the "employ" of Scar before Simba appeared. In his early years, he as a notable enforcer of the lion usurper's rules alongside the hyenas; he was almost gladiator-like in demeanor and his livelihood was the fight. However, as he attacked a royal cub who attempted to order him around, the lions chased him to the Outlands, where he received the burn on his front leg from a lava pit.
Julian now exists as almost a mob boss in the Outlands, intimidating smaller animals to do his bidding. He also became quite infamous for devouring his victims, usually completely, bones and all.
the FAMILy Father • Unknown
Mother • Unnamed Mother
Siblings • Unnamed Brother
Mate • Unknown
Offspring • Unknown
Others • N/A the role player Name • Vile
Nickname •
Age • 27
Password • ..In Your Reflection
Other Characters • Mifupa roleplay Sample At least 100 words, only needed on your first character made.
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Mstari
Nov 22, 2020 18:32:13 GMT
Post by Vile on Nov 22, 2020 18:32:13 GMT
Mstari  the basics Name • Mstari
Nicknames • N/A
Age • Older Teen
Gender • She/Her
Sexuality • Lesbian
Pride/Pack • Shenzi's Clan
Alliance • n/a
Position • Hunter
Other • Will eventually break off into her own clan when older. the appearance Species • Spotted Hyena
Eye Colour • Green
Markings & Scars • High contrast fur patterns, nearly black and white. Clustered spots resembling striped hyena stripes, although she is full blooded spotted hyena. Longer than average fur.
Height • Below Average, but will be slightly above average when an adult
Weight • Below Average, but will be average when an adult
Voice Actor • TBA
Basic Appearance • Image Provided the personality Personality • Matari’s body may be young but her eyes are old. She’s almost unsettling to be around, often distant and constantly weary. Mstari has something of a sense of humor, though it’s a dry one, but she only really shows this towards those she trusts. For being so young, she has a very set determination in her goals. For now, as her wounds are so fresh and she lacks leadership experience, Mstari is primarily driven by revenge. She has a distrust of all lions, and an overwhelming hatred of Pride Landers— so overwhelming in fact, that the righteous fury that burns in her gaze when she lays eyes upon a Pride Lander is enough to knock a Cape buffalo dead. Mstari deeply desires a new equal society and to topple the monarchy that ruthlessly slaughtered her family. However, despite the pain, Mstari does have an empathetic side: she pities the outlanders forced to live in squalor by the lions. As an older sister, she has a soft spot for little ones… yes, even little lions, though she remains wary of any parents. One day her empathy will win out and Mstari will seek to create a better society rather than simply make the aristocracy suffer. All in time, but Mstari still has a lot to learn about being matriarch.
Likes • Being a caretaker | Equality | Painting
Dislikes • Pride Landers | Complacency | Speciesism
History • Mstari was barely more than a newborn when Scar merged the clans with the pride. One of her first memories was climbing down the rocks with her clan and being met with the horrified stares of lions. She would later ask her mother why the lions hated hyenas so much; her mother would answer that lions were afraid of hyenas because they were competitors, so the lions create stories of hyenas, how the hyenas are somehow simultaneously incompetent but dangerous, to justify their prejudice.
Nothing about Mstari’s childhood with the Pride Landers proved this wrong. Even with the clans merging, Mstari’s family clan, a mystic bunch named Moon Clan, would relay stories of the past among members— how, because Moon Clan was a more peaceful clan, the lions would frequently terrorize them, steal food and murder their weak. Mstari would also hear the lionesses bemoan that the hyenas would do the same as things to them, therefore they deserve to starve in the wasteland. Not once did Mstari hear a lion acknowledge the lions had done horrible crimes towards the hyenas… the popular narrative was always the other way around. But Mstari knew better.
It wasn’t long before the clans could see right through Scar. Scar was a pitiful leader. He promised equality for the hyenas but instead pegged them as his personal army. Any who refused to lick Scar’s boot were threatened with exile. The clans knew suffering and starvation in the shadowlands so most simply begrudgingly went along with serving Scar, whose incompetence grew more and more obvious by the day. It was a lose-lose for everyone… except Scar of course.
When the so called “rightful ruler” Simba returned, the clans rejected him outright, because if he was anything like Mufasa, he would sentence their people to languish in squalor again. The lionesses were on Mufasa’s heir's side and massacred the hyenas to put an end to their integration. A teenaged Mstari was caught in the middle of it. She saw the indiscriminate attacks— young, old, pregnant hyenas: there was no mercy for her species because to most lions, they were less than sentient. Mstari knew she wouldn’t be spared, so she hid at first. She was drawn out by the screaming of her baby sister. When Mstari went to save her, she saw her sister wailing over their mother’s partially eaten corpse. Before Mstari could do anything, her sister was bludgeoned to death by a lioness. Mstari managed to flee.
Still in shock but now forever scarred by the crimes of the Pride Landers, Mstari had more or less broken away from the main clan. She’s vowed to start a revolution, create justice for all the outlanders refused entry into the Pridelands and forced to starve, and to hold the lion monarchy accountable for their atrocities.
the FAMILy Father • Kujamini
Mother • Kimya
Siblings • Cheche
Mate • None of that til she’s an adult
Offspring • ""
Others • N/A the role player Name • Vile
Nickname •
Age • Optional.
Password • In your reflection
Other Characters • Mifupa roleplay Sample
tw: child death, gore
“Mama! Mama!”
The shrill of a cub’s voice cut over the din of both the roaring flames and lions. Moments ago her ears were full of the cries of her people as the brutes descended on them, killing without discrimination. Mstari briefly saw a clanmate get shoved by one of the monsters, tumble threw the air off the edge of the rock, and vanish into the fire with a plume of ash.
But nothing, nothing, wrenched her gut more than hearing her baby sister wail out for Mama.
Mstari was drawn out of her hiding place. She knew a lion would kill her if she saw her, but she had to get to her sister. The dismayed howls continued and became louder as Mstari closed in, all the other screams for help just white noise.
“Mama! Mama!”
Mstari rounded the corner, and saw Cheche in an open space. She was pawing at something shiny and red.
“Mama!!”
It took Mstari a few seconds before she recognized the blue fur interspersed among flesh and bone.
...Mama.
Cheche tried to get the mangled former hyena to run with her. She acted as if she didn’t know Mama was dead, but Mstari saw in her sister’s blearing eyes and heard in her strained crying that Cheche knew she was gone, but didn’t want to leave her. Mama should be buried, honored like all the dead, but Mstari knew there was no time; the lions could—
Something was coming through the smoke. The shape was large, pale. It was a lioness. Adrenaline flooded Mstari’s legs but she was too late. Cries for Mama devolved into distorted screams as the paw came down.. and just kept coming down. The cub tried to escape, but each new bludgeon made her moves less coordinated, jolting. Clear tears were thrown from her miserable face. The paw just kept striking her, and striking her, and striking her. Cheche was slow, wet, barely murmuring, but the lioness just wouldn’t stop. The cub only thumped dully on the ground as the paw kept coming, whitish thick matter was starting to spatter from her skull. The cub wasn’t even a cub anymore, just fur and red, when it finally stopped.
Mstari hasn’t even realized she was crying. The lioness left the fur behind and came running. Mstari’s throat hurt and convulsed with sobs but she knew she must run. Lungs burned but she had to escape, for the good of her family.
As she fled, over the slaughter, she heard Pride Lander jeers:
“Scavengers!”
Lairs.
“There’s no place for your kind here!”
Specieists.
“Cub killers!”
Hypocrites.
“It was the hyenas— it was all their idea—“
TRAITOR.
The river bank was coming up. The shadowlands were on the other side. Mstari lept. She felt her body become weightless, then suddenly her feet hit the hard ground. She cleared the river. She was vaguely aware of the lioness falling into the river and then the lowing of crocodiles. If the lioness ever got out didn’t register to Mstari. The yearling collapsed, unable to control her sobs. Her head was throbbing and her throat was raw. Her mind was consumed with her sister’s wails:
Mama.
Mama.
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Mifupa
Nov 9, 2020 17:22:37 GMT
Post by Vile on Nov 9, 2020 17:22:37 GMT
Mifupa  the basics Name •Mifupa
Nicknames •The Death Man, Undertaker or Mortician (most people). Mif or Uncle Bones (friends)
Age •3 ½ years old
Gender • He/him, They/them
Sexuality •Panromantic, Asexual
Pride/Pack •Loner
Alliance •Himself
Position •Mortician
Other • Anything relative pertaining to your character. 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
Voice Actor • Name or link us to what your character's voice sounds like.
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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