Ari

Gender: female
Age: Cub (newborn)
Species: Lion
Pride: Pridelanders
Rank: Princess (cub)

Appearance: Ari has a shining coat of clay red fur that resembles her fathers. A soft creamy fur takes over her underbelly and paw’s but is often cluttered with specs of dirt from the miscellaneous adventures between her and her siblings. Her innocent, shining purple eyes are always set to the sky, as her tan puffed tail wags in the ground.
Personality: Ari is the oldest of her four siblings, but her submissive nature always pushes her to being treated like the youngest. She is never one to speak out during an argument and will do whatever she can to slink away from problems. Ari thinks it’s her responsibility as the oldest to watch over her siblings on their many adventures; at least that’s what she tells herself as she is forcibly dragged along on their misdeeds. Ari yearns to be thought of as more than the submissive weak cub that she is seen as, and prove she is just as strong and courageous as her siblings.
With the subtle fondness of her father Scar in her favor Ari has been shown to follow the rules, and do whatever her father asks whenever he asks. Ari will prove to the pride that she is a big cub and can be just like her father when she wants to be.

Family: Parents: Scar and Heshima Siblings: Tasa, Giza, and Kifu. Half Brother Mheetu
History:Ari was a cub of, born from sin of power and greed. Heshima is their mother, a lioness who fell under the paw of Scar’s evil plan, a man who used this meek lioness to further his own line of kings and queens. Though to his displeasure the little received more women than men.
With the once abundant recourses in the pride lands dwindling the life for these cubs would not come easy. They would have to survive under Scars dictator ship, and bow to every whim that there ‘high and mighty’ king commanded. Only time could tell what would happen to them and Pride Rock.


OOC Alias: Brianna
Best Way to Contact: PM
Rp Sample: You only have to do this for your first character.
The hot sun beat down like a drum on young Ari’s head. Not even a day old and already feeling the harsh effects of the savanna’s sun, and her siblings wrath. It was feeding time, though she was not hungry, or in the mood to fight for the milk their mother produced. Out here it was survival of the fittest, but Ari would just pick at the left over’s.
Fighting just wasn’t her thing.

Approved!