Arapmoi

Name: Arapmoi

Gender: Male

Age: Cub: 7 years

Species: Lion

Pride: Desertlands (Hopefully)

Rank: Adult (Hopefully King)

Appearance: Arapmoi is tall and lean muscled with a thick, dark mane, a deep brown coat marred only by the long and ragged scars along his lower back extending down his right thigh. His shining emerald eyes, try as he might, cannot hide his soft nature. He keeps his fur neat and his mane well combed, his thin frame belies his true strength.

Personality: Arapmoi is truly a gentle soul at heart, who enjoys star gazing and listening to rain fall. He however, hides this under the hard calloused exterior he’s needed to survive over the years. Arapmoi’s first instinct when he meets someone is to ready himself for a fight. He is prone to silence or sharp biting remarks as a form of self-preservation. He does however have a weakness for cubs, he will defend and play with them secretly rejoicing in their carefree lives.


Family:

Mother: Adjoa a sandy furred lioness who was very low ranking in in her pride.

Father: Either Chima or his brother and equal leader of the pride Enu both have dark manes and fur

History: Arapmoi was the eldest and only male cub of his mother’s first litter. She was young and inexperienced but with the help of the other females she managed to raise her four cubs successfully. Life was hard on him from the beginning, Chima and Enu were relentlessly harsh on him knowing that one day he would grow to be a threat to them. This caused him to hide the sensitive nature his mother nurtured in secret as she stayed up late with him and told him stories while they watched the night sky.

When he was four he was run out of the territory and forced to live on his own. Feeling lost and forgotten he found life hard and lived mostly on warthog and gazelle unable to take down anything larger on his own. He staked out a small territory for himself but was constantly besieged on every side by other prideless males resulting in the ugly scars on his back and thigh. After fighting for his keep for two long years he chose to leave, surrendering his territory to those with the will to claim and defend it. He spent another year as a roving wanderer and has thusly found himself in the Desertlands admiring a lovely light creamy coated lioness from a distance.

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OOC Alias: Nachum

Best Way to Contact: PM

Rp Sample:

The sky was a bright and shining azure with only a few wispy white clouds drifting lazily about. Arapmoi stretched as he gazed up at it, the muscles in his back pulling pleasantly taught as he did. After a few moments of stretching he sat and looked about himself. He had fallen asleep curled in front of a large and ragged stone in the early morning. The rock had provided him shade enough to block the glare from the sun up until midday, and by late afternoon he could take it no longer, this was his reason for rousing.

After he had successfully assessed his situation he walked slowly towards the clean fresh smell of water. Peering cautiously around he made note of the wildebeest down wind and the zebra circling towards the far end of the lake. Reaching the water’s edge he glanced warily about once more before lowering his chin to the water. As he lapped it up he enjoyed the cool refreshment his emerald eyes pinpointing on a lone warthog. A smile spread across his lips, breakfast!

Approved!

-You will have to talk to Quanna about becoming king because I think her player already has one in the Want Ads-