Imani

Gender: Female
Age: 4
Species:
Pride: Rogue
Rank: Adult

Appearance:
Imani is a sturdy creature, with a long lean body and equally long and willowy limbs. Her head is dainty, with a pair of soft nonthreatening blue eyes and a normally calm expression dominating it. Her coat is a dark beige in color, some might call it a dirty sand color but she prefers khaki or beige. Her underbelly is a bright peach and rather unkempt, the fur slightly longer than most lionesses but if she smooths it indistinguishable from others. Her muzzle is a bright chocolate in color, matching that of the rings above her eyes, a strip below her eyes is a dark beige while the insides of her ears are a dirty gold.

Her paws are the same color as her pelt instead of her underbelly, an unusual trait for most lions. Beyond that she has a black nose as well as black pads on each of her feet with her tail tuft matching that dark coal color.

Personality:
Imani has always been a steady rock in a turbulent river, she's calm and collected, she'll put on a brave front before she allows anyone to see her calm break. If she's openly worried then there is something seriously wrong, she's not emotionless though, she tends to give out smiles a lot. Not full on grins but those understated smiles, to those she thinks needs them or those that she is friendly with in general. Her enemies usually get a stoic or cool expression, her eyes are the most expressive, glimmering with emotions if one can read them appropriately.

Imani is fiercely loyal once someone gains her loyalty, despite being a rogue she yearns for company and loves making connections with other lions. Any friends she makes will always have someone at their side when they need them, and she'll do her best to keep them happy and safe. She's polite when she's on others lands but she does what she has to, to survive so if that means hunting where she's not wanted then so be it. Being a rogue she knows that sometimes you'll have to fight but she'll try her best to solve things with words and diplomacy before she resorts to violence. Once in a fight she's usually unwilling to kill her opponent unless they leave her no choice and no other way out, she can accept defeat gracefully, only the most unforgivable crimes would not be forgotten by her.

She is an optimist on the outside, always looking on the bright side and having faith things will get better but she's a dash of a realist as well if only in her personal thoughts. She's adamant in her belief that faith and hope are two things that someone needs most in their life and isn't scared to tell those that need to hear it. She still has faith that things will get better.

Family: Machafu (Guardian), Hasira (Mother), Kata (Sister)
History:
Imani was born to a less than ideal mother, the female had mated only for the purpose of power, hoping one of her children would somehow take her to the top or that she could bear cubs that would get her noticed. Everything she did she did for power, and her cubs were only tools to her, tools that she used viciously and without regard for their well being. Each was trained to fight at an early age, no matter if they wanted to be or not and tutored in the ways of being a proficient hunter in the lionesses case. Imani's mother was the quiet sort of evil, the one that you can't really see until you look too closely or until she just goes all out insane and that's how it would be.

When Scar took power to show her loyalty Imani's mother marked her children with scars across their eyes. Imani tired of the abuse fought back when her mother attacked herself and her brothers and sisters to mark them, some of her siblings wanted the mark while others did not. She was one who did not. Scar was cruel and evil and she wanted nothing to do with it, regardless of her fight she was small and so she was marked despite her best efforts to stop such a heinous act. Some of the children died from infection because of their mothers ignorance while one of her siblings when blind in the marked eye but her mother couldn't have been prouder of herself.

Imani had gotten her fill of the abuse from her mother and so late one night she ran off, being still just a cub once she got out of the Pridelands she didn't know what to do. She wandered for days trying to hunt for herself and find waterholes but the darkness was spreading and she was finding it hard to find food close to the home she once knew. She passed though the savannah without much luck until she ran across a cheetah who was trapped with his foot between two logs, the male was rather grumpy but Imani paid him no mind and helped free him. He was reluctant to thank her or ask for more help but it was obvious he'd been badly hurt and she helped get him home the best that she could.

She spent her childhood with the Cheetah known as Machafu, or Mach as he preferred, she had stuck to him like glue after finding him until he was healed and afterwards he didn't drive her off. He was a taciturn companion but he took care of her and she him, he had inadvertently replaced her estranged family and she still sees him as family to this day. Though he prefers to stay in the Savannah she roams all over finding them food and watering holes, she's entertained the thought of going home a few times to see her family but each time she turns away at the last moment. She can't stand what the Pridelands has become but she has hope and faith that it will get better, something will make it better somehow. Mach calls her silly and foolish for her belief, but his cynicism does little to deter her.


OOC Alias: Moxxi
Best Way to Contact: AIM - MemoriiLane
Rp Sample:
How many times had the sandy lioness walked this line without crossing it, only nudging at the invisible border with her claws. She wanted to travel, to move across the highlands but she knew better, the other pride would kill her before she got far. And her own pride would likely be disappointed in her as well, the wanderer in her wanted to leave but the rest of her loved her pride too much to do so. Walnut colored irises stared into the highlands curiously before she swung her head away and towards the only thing to entertain her today. She had a full belly from a hunt she'd gone on earlier today with her pride and now they were likely lounging. She preferred to cool herself in the stream here and rest in her solitude. No doubt her gamboling would have only gotten her in trouble back at the dens.

Her paws slipped a little in the mud but she was sure footed enough to slowly ease her front half in the water. She pushed her head below the water quickly before pulling it back up, water dripped from her face and the fur had darkened to an intense gold while the markings around her eyes looked almost black instead of dark brown. She snickered to herself at the darting away of fish and pawed at them playfully throwing up water splashes in her wake. She meant them no harm and some of them were aware of that, even darting close enough to let her get a chance of touching them before they sped away in silver flashes.

Her tail flicked as she threw herself at the water with more gusto. The mud beneath her paws suddenly gave way and she tumbled into the shallow part of the waters with a yelp before surfacing and snagging onto the bank to pull herself up. A quick shake got rid of some of the water but not the amused grin on her lips, touche stream.

Approved!