Post by Moonlight on Aug 25, 2010 14:37:26 GMT -5
Name: Udole
- Name Meaning: Claw
Age: Adult / 8 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Panthera Leos (Lion)
Appearance: Standing at an imposing five and a half feet at the shoulder, and weighing close to 550 pounds, Udole is nothing less than intimidating. Muscle noticeably ripples underneath his copper pelt and beige subpelt, with no way of denying his utter strength. A thick umber mane cloaks his upper chest to around his face, tail tuft being of the same color. His stark amber eyes could cut through a cobra, the deep scarlet scar running down his left cheek only adding to his intimidating stature. He usually walks with his dark claws partially unsheathed, even around his young. His dark nose resembles that of an “Outlander”.
Personality: His piercing gaze and imposing stature affords him easy intimidation, even if his tone need not be commanding. Udole expects nothing less than obedience from his pride, despite that he is getting older now. The coppery lion believes that respect is more important than love, and is only affectionate to even his mate on his terms only. Udole will not hesitate to exert his authority, be it in challenge or as a keeper of the lionesses. Much like the male he’d exiled in the past, he is more than capable of twisiting a situation around to where it benefits him. But unlike said male, he is not against killing should the object of his interests no longer be of use to him. A thirst for power drives the lion, though carefully measured arrogance sometimes clouds his judgment. The belief that he will surpass his father’s life is heavy in his mind, as he has already done so. Now, he seeks to continue redoubling his triumph. Udole is far too proud, however, to willingly accept help or defeat. He is distrustful, to say the least. Betrayal had smacked him in the face one too many times. He now returns life’s favors to others. In any means necessary, even if it is to manipulate someone into his paws.
History: Udole was born to a pair of rogues, and thus had to fight early on in his life to earn the spoils of surviving. While his mother was hunting, his father was oftentimes teaching him techniques that could be applied in both hunting and battle. As he grew older still; emerging out of the cubhood days and into an adolescent, he began to apply what he’d learned. However, Udole believed that beyond a catalyst to practice, hunting with females was beneath him. Unlike his father, whom never hesitated to knock respect into him should he ‘offend’ him, his mother was more of a follower than a leader. A ‘sire’ always accompanied his words to the former, though he was much more lax about it with the latter. While his mother’s affection helped maintain a level attitude, there was no denying that his father’s influence was much stronger.
His views on females were not improved when his father overtook a pride, gaining much admiration when things simmered down. Udole was growing into quite the handsome lion, and he knew it. Taking full advantage of the situation before him, Udole had become quite the ladies’ man by his second year. However, exerting his masculinity was not his main focus. He was still being trained to fight, and taught the workings of a merely surviving pride. The decisive adolescent paid much heed to his father’s words, but only out of growing ambition. He held little love for the lion, and only forced respect. The only female he felt any true affection for was his mother, simply viewing the rest with a suave and nonchalant attitude. He was learning the benefits of having a pleasant tongue by his third year, though.
Needless to say, his conniving mind had set everything in place for him. Udole, now an almost grown and muscular lion, was well loved by the pride and fancied by many. Prepared to rise to the throne, when given the chance. It wasn’t long afterwards that he fathered his first illegitimate cub, her mother being a lioness that had held his fancy for many moons. However, the fact that he did not openly claim the cub as his own or the lioness as his permanent mate did not faze him at the time. Then, as Prince, he believed he had right to every lioness in the pride. To cover for his actions, it was decided that the cub had instead been fathered by a lowly rogue. Life went on for him, watching his daughter grow from a difference. When it seemed time for Udole to ascend the throne, six moons later, the pride changed paws once more.
While Udole could be considered a demon in battle by some, even he was outmatched. Blood spattered the night. His almost unfeeling heart wrenched as his watched his daughter’s execution, the cub that he had slowly grown to love. Even from the point of near unconsciousness, the rock-shattering roar that proclaimed new Kingship smacked him across the face. Udole could bear that his father was dead, but it crossed the line when it came to his daughter. Scarlet stained the ground once more when the fallen queen struck out in defense of her son when the intruder moved to kill him. A life for a life. Festering rage and anguish burst out. Battered as he was, Udole could take no more. He lashed out, intent on death, only to be sent rolling with an open pawed slap. Claws raking across the still young lion’s face, etching the moment into his features for life. The other lionesses immediately conceding defeat at the spectacle.
While he couldn’t stand defeat, the only option left was going rogue. His words as he departed were dripping with venom. “May the Spirits give you a slow and painful death, Yai,” he’d whispered, the last a taunt of calling him ‘nothing’ serving to show he wasn’t broken. But he never went back. Not even attempting to reclaim the pride. For the first time, allowing the cackling hyena – whom had been around for years now – make snide comments and simply passing by. Babbling some nonsense about “Karma biting him in the tail,” only to double over laughing at its own pun. Some of the other lionesses had commented offhandedly that ill-being was always returned later in life by the threefold, but as far as he could tell, he’d done little wrong. Udole’s mentality had been vastly set on the same path as his father’s, thus it was difficult for him to see his own faults.
It was plaintively clear, though, that life had dealt him a heavy blow. In one fell swoop, he’d lost everything he knew and cared about. He ignored the pain scattered across his body as he wandered, steadily weakening as scarlet stained his pelt further. When he finally succumbed and collapsed, Udole had reached another pride’s territory. One that had recently lost their own King to illness and were without a heir. The lionesses took him in and proceeded to nurse him back to health, but not without a slight wariness of his condition. As the weeks passed and Udole slowly returned to health, though, he designed to become allies with them. The pride was somewhat smaller than the one he’d fled, but not by much. It seemed only two approved of him, however. The others were distrustful, and certainly did not want an exiled and defeated Prince taking the throne. Kiwa and Tafuta, the lowest ranking among them, were his only companions for some three moons.
Tafuta, the pale one that was born blind in one eye, seemed to seek acceptance rather than pity. Kiwa, and outcast in her own pride because her exiled mother knew no shame, appreciated his indifference towards the other’s opinion about her. As another moon passed, two others decided to give him a chance. One of which seemed to find his appearance pleasing, whilst the other had extended curiosity. The more time he spent with them, it was apparent his reputation was ascending. Perhaps garnering a second chance. However, it was equally clear that Kiwa’s older half sister had her mother’s eyes for lions even if it didn’t show often. Udole’s old habits were his very undoing. Another moon later, almost his fourth year, it was clear the mated lioness’s demeanor had changed after several nightly visits. When it became apparent she was with cubs, many immediately turned on him. Especially when he claimed she had charmed her into it to save face, when it had been quite the opposite at the time. Udole was labeled a menace among them, only trying to use them and gain Kingship. His trust and chance at a peaceful life were shattered.
Udole departed on his own when the lionesses made move to drive him out, but to his surprise Kiwa and Tafuta joined him despite the concentrated dislike directed at him. It was then that Udole first decided to form his own pride, one of loyal lionesses, before claiming another’s lands. As they traveled, Udole taught the duo more about battle while seeking out rogues to join them. The first he encountered was a true diamond in the rough, mere moons later.
Baridi had attacked him for setting paw in her territory. And the umber lioness was as swift and graceful as the wind itself, in and outside of battle. When they resulted in a draw, the beautiful female regarded him with interest, offhandedly commenting that she usually won. Wariness dictated that he shouldn’t be searching for a Queen already, but the stars had aligned and presented a perfect potential. Slender, graceful, intelligent, and could fight like a demon. While Udole had thought he wanted a meek mate that would follow his every whim after what had happened, Baridi had changed his mind. Conditioning to tame her would be necessary, yes, but the only challenge would be having her willingly join him. The prospect of living in a lush pride and the chance of power proved inviting to her, though the female was decisive. Striking up the offer that she had to gain something of worth within a year’s time, or his pride would have one less lionesses. The deal was struck.
Udole and Baridi proved to be near equals in much as the weeks trotted by, remaining on the same path. Attempting to expand their quartet while searching for an ample prideland. The fifth member of their pride they encountered while on a usual scouting patrol, whom had just taken down a wildebeest bull. Lalmika was another rogue like Baridi had been, but with far less patience. And a lust for battle, rather than simply being skilled. She prove far simpler in recruiting to his goals, when the prospects were revealed. While his potential Queen and their new pride member clashed more than once, they came to an understanding at some point. Baridi had already gained the favor of his original companions, on top of asserting herself after all. Things were working out quite well. It seemed that they were almost ready. They just needed to find a home.
And it was a mere moon before they found one. Knowing betrayal like his paw, he refused to risk it again. Udole ordered them to attack, and kill any that wished to resist once he prevailed. Kill or exile, depending on their adamancy. And he won with relative ease against the aging King, but was only met with harsh disrespect form many of them. Only the Queen and her young cub, aside from one lioness, did not speak out. The single female that attacked was quickly dispatched by Lalmika, and the other two that had been prepared to strike were promptly exiled. Leaving only three of the original pride.
Udole only spared the cub for two reasons: He was almost out of cubhood, and he knew the pain of losing one. But he had not only achieved his goals, but also kept his deal with Baridi within seven moons. Offering her to be his Queen shortly after the battle ended. An offer which was calmly accepted, but not without a smile. Clever girl.
It was over a year before they conceived their own cub, causing Baridi to wonder if she was barren more than once. During that time, however, it was painfully clear Amri had a thirst for vengeance. A thirst that drove him to become an adept fighter, and one that endangered their unborn cub. The golden and onyx lion was exiled on the very hour of Chanzo’s birth, driven out of his lands. Anger broiling when Amri’s mother said that he, their King, drove the fallen Prince to such lengths. It was the first time he had to knock respect into someone, but he felt no remorse. After trying to create a life for himself, underlying scorn had tainted the once wise queen’s voice. Something he could not put up with.
On the following moons of his sixth year, though, the pride was soon devoting much time to training his son. Udole suspected that Amri would eventually return, he just did not know when. And he wanted Chanzo’s future quest for power to come much easier. Grueling training and little to none affection turned the cub into a strong one, but he did not question them. Once again, though, another quest for expansion became a welcome idea. Not seeing his own mistakes once again, through a cloud of self assurance.
Encountering a young lioness on a later patrol, after hearing a feminine roar of defiance. Upon investigation, a barely adult lioness. An invading rogue was attempting her to pressure her into accompanying him, apparently. In a rare show of kindness, Udole chose to step in for her. Shika having stars in her eyes when he led her back to the pride, even. Baridi was less than pleased about her attitude towards him, though. After the stayed for the evening, it was apparent she had to leave her own pride upon reaching maturity because of its size, so she’d been searching for one to join. And while it was obvious she admired and respected Udole, Baridi eventually passed it off as her mate playing at hero for once. When her mate had asked her option, Baridi’s only comment was that Shika simply had to train like the rest of them. What they found surprising was that the newest arrival went out of her way to keep them happy. As if fearful of losing position in the pride. However, Shika managed to surprise even Udole – one with a cunning mind if there ever was one – during one of their many training sessions a few moons later. While the Queen was hunting with the others, she had made her first triumph. Pinning the mighty King for the first time. Proceeding to shyly lick his muzzle in thanks as well.
It was the first time he had been truly shocked since meeting his mate. And while he cared for Baridi, the strategic part of his mind had a blatant point. With Shika proclaiming her love, far from displeased if it could only be temporary, and unfortunately his Queen had barely birthed Chanzo. If his son died, there would be nothing for the next generation. He needed a backup plan, another cub in their pride. From there, it was decided he would take a small risk where Shika was concerned. The younger lioness said herself that she did not wish to displease her Queen, but she knew there couldn’t be two. If she could bear his cub, being second was enough for her.
As promised, even a moon later at Chanzo’s second year, her devotion was unwavering. Much like Baridi’s now was. The lionesses continued to get along for the most part, Shika’s pregnancy going unquestioned what with the recent amount of rogues they’d been driving off. Their single union remaining a secret, keeping neutrality.
Everything was now prepared. Amri could return for vengeance if he wished, for he would only be slaughtered where he stood. Udole had everything he would need – A pride full of loyal subjects, a powerful royal family, and the only two remaining females of the original pride. Amri’s mother included. Now he could expand his territory at whim, and half all challenges. Prepared to make his mark.
Skills: To say Udole is something of an assassin in terms of combat skill is nothing less than the truth. He also knows how to hunt, but believes it beneath him. Udole is plenty strong enough to scale rockface, however.
Other: N/A
Alignment: Negative
~ ~ ~
Pride: Hamaki Pride.
Position: Dominate Male / King
Family: Deceased.
Mate: Baridi.
Young: Chanzo (Son), Kitasa (Son).
~ ~ ~
Stories:
Roleplays:
- Name Meaning: Claw
Age: Adult / 8 Years
Gender: Male
Species: Panthera Leos (Lion)
Appearance: Standing at an imposing five and a half feet at the shoulder, and weighing close to 550 pounds, Udole is nothing less than intimidating. Muscle noticeably ripples underneath his copper pelt and beige subpelt, with no way of denying his utter strength. A thick umber mane cloaks his upper chest to around his face, tail tuft being of the same color. His stark amber eyes could cut through a cobra, the deep scarlet scar running down his left cheek only adding to his intimidating stature. He usually walks with his dark claws partially unsheathed, even around his young. His dark nose resembles that of an “Outlander”.
Personality: His piercing gaze and imposing stature affords him easy intimidation, even if his tone need not be commanding. Udole expects nothing less than obedience from his pride, despite that he is getting older now. The coppery lion believes that respect is more important than love, and is only affectionate to even his mate on his terms only. Udole will not hesitate to exert his authority, be it in challenge or as a keeper of the lionesses. Much like the male he’d exiled in the past, he is more than capable of twisiting a situation around to where it benefits him. But unlike said male, he is not against killing should the object of his interests no longer be of use to him. A thirst for power drives the lion, though carefully measured arrogance sometimes clouds his judgment. The belief that he will surpass his father’s life is heavy in his mind, as he has already done so. Now, he seeks to continue redoubling his triumph. Udole is far too proud, however, to willingly accept help or defeat. He is distrustful, to say the least. Betrayal had smacked him in the face one too many times. He now returns life’s favors to others. In any means necessary, even if it is to manipulate someone into his paws.
History: Udole was born to a pair of rogues, and thus had to fight early on in his life to earn the spoils of surviving. While his mother was hunting, his father was oftentimes teaching him techniques that could be applied in both hunting and battle. As he grew older still; emerging out of the cubhood days and into an adolescent, he began to apply what he’d learned. However, Udole believed that beyond a catalyst to practice, hunting with females was beneath him. Unlike his father, whom never hesitated to knock respect into him should he ‘offend’ him, his mother was more of a follower than a leader. A ‘sire’ always accompanied his words to the former, though he was much more lax about it with the latter. While his mother’s affection helped maintain a level attitude, there was no denying that his father’s influence was much stronger.
His views on females were not improved when his father overtook a pride, gaining much admiration when things simmered down. Udole was growing into quite the handsome lion, and he knew it. Taking full advantage of the situation before him, Udole had become quite the ladies’ man by his second year. However, exerting his masculinity was not his main focus. He was still being trained to fight, and taught the workings of a merely surviving pride. The decisive adolescent paid much heed to his father’s words, but only out of growing ambition. He held little love for the lion, and only forced respect. The only female he felt any true affection for was his mother, simply viewing the rest with a suave and nonchalant attitude. He was learning the benefits of having a pleasant tongue by his third year, though.
Needless to say, his conniving mind had set everything in place for him. Udole, now an almost grown and muscular lion, was well loved by the pride and fancied by many. Prepared to rise to the throne, when given the chance. It wasn’t long afterwards that he fathered his first illegitimate cub, her mother being a lioness that had held his fancy for many moons. However, the fact that he did not openly claim the cub as his own or the lioness as his permanent mate did not faze him at the time. Then, as Prince, he believed he had right to every lioness in the pride. To cover for his actions, it was decided that the cub had instead been fathered by a lowly rogue. Life went on for him, watching his daughter grow from a difference. When it seemed time for Udole to ascend the throne, six moons later, the pride changed paws once more.
While Udole could be considered a demon in battle by some, even he was outmatched. Blood spattered the night. His almost unfeeling heart wrenched as his watched his daughter’s execution, the cub that he had slowly grown to love. Even from the point of near unconsciousness, the rock-shattering roar that proclaimed new Kingship smacked him across the face. Udole could bear that his father was dead, but it crossed the line when it came to his daughter. Scarlet stained the ground once more when the fallen queen struck out in defense of her son when the intruder moved to kill him. A life for a life. Festering rage and anguish burst out. Battered as he was, Udole could take no more. He lashed out, intent on death, only to be sent rolling with an open pawed slap. Claws raking across the still young lion’s face, etching the moment into his features for life. The other lionesses immediately conceding defeat at the spectacle.
While he couldn’t stand defeat, the only option left was going rogue. His words as he departed were dripping with venom. “May the Spirits give you a slow and painful death, Yai,” he’d whispered, the last a taunt of calling him ‘nothing’ serving to show he wasn’t broken. But he never went back. Not even attempting to reclaim the pride. For the first time, allowing the cackling hyena – whom had been around for years now – make snide comments and simply passing by. Babbling some nonsense about “Karma biting him in the tail,” only to double over laughing at its own pun. Some of the other lionesses had commented offhandedly that ill-being was always returned later in life by the threefold, but as far as he could tell, he’d done little wrong. Udole’s mentality had been vastly set on the same path as his father’s, thus it was difficult for him to see his own faults.
It was plaintively clear, though, that life had dealt him a heavy blow. In one fell swoop, he’d lost everything he knew and cared about. He ignored the pain scattered across his body as he wandered, steadily weakening as scarlet stained his pelt further. When he finally succumbed and collapsed, Udole had reached another pride’s territory. One that had recently lost their own King to illness and were without a heir. The lionesses took him in and proceeded to nurse him back to health, but not without a slight wariness of his condition. As the weeks passed and Udole slowly returned to health, though, he designed to become allies with them. The pride was somewhat smaller than the one he’d fled, but not by much. It seemed only two approved of him, however. The others were distrustful, and certainly did not want an exiled and defeated Prince taking the throne. Kiwa and Tafuta, the lowest ranking among them, were his only companions for some three moons.
Tafuta, the pale one that was born blind in one eye, seemed to seek acceptance rather than pity. Kiwa, and outcast in her own pride because her exiled mother knew no shame, appreciated his indifference towards the other’s opinion about her. As another moon passed, two others decided to give him a chance. One of which seemed to find his appearance pleasing, whilst the other had extended curiosity. The more time he spent with them, it was apparent his reputation was ascending. Perhaps garnering a second chance. However, it was equally clear that Kiwa’s older half sister had her mother’s eyes for lions even if it didn’t show often. Udole’s old habits were his very undoing. Another moon later, almost his fourth year, it was clear the mated lioness’s demeanor had changed after several nightly visits. When it became apparent she was with cubs, many immediately turned on him. Especially when he claimed she had charmed her into it to save face, when it had been quite the opposite at the time. Udole was labeled a menace among them, only trying to use them and gain Kingship. His trust and chance at a peaceful life were shattered.
Udole departed on his own when the lionesses made move to drive him out, but to his surprise Kiwa and Tafuta joined him despite the concentrated dislike directed at him. It was then that Udole first decided to form his own pride, one of loyal lionesses, before claiming another’s lands. As they traveled, Udole taught the duo more about battle while seeking out rogues to join them. The first he encountered was a true diamond in the rough, mere moons later.
Baridi had attacked him for setting paw in her territory. And the umber lioness was as swift and graceful as the wind itself, in and outside of battle. When they resulted in a draw, the beautiful female regarded him with interest, offhandedly commenting that she usually won. Wariness dictated that he shouldn’t be searching for a Queen already, but the stars had aligned and presented a perfect potential. Slender, graceful, intelligent, and could fight like a demon. While Udole had thought he wanted a meek mate that would follow his every whim after what had happened, Baridi had changed his mind. Conditioning to tame her would be necessary, yes, but the only challenge would be having her willingly join him. The prospect of living in a lush pride and the chance of power proved inviting to her, though the female was decisive. Striking up the offer that she had to gain something of worth within a year’s time, or his pride would have one less lionesses. The deal was struck.
Udole and Baridi proved to be near equals in much as the weeks trotted by, remaining on the same path. Attempting to expand their quartet while searching for an ample prideland. The fifth member of their pride they encountered while on a usual scouting patrol, whom had just taken down a wildebeest bull. Lalmika was another rogue like Baridi had been, but with far less patience. And a lust for battle, rather than simply being skilled. She prove far simpler in recruiting to his goals, when the prospects were revealed. While his potential Queen and their new pride member clashed more than once, they came to an understanding at some point. Baridi had already gained the favor of his original companions, on top of asserting herself after all. Things were working out quite well. It seemed that they were almost ready. They just needed to find a home.
And it was a mere moon before they found one. Knowing betrayal like his paw, he refused to risk it again. Udole ordered them to attack, and kill any that wished to resist once he prevailed. Kill or exile, depending on their adamancy. And he won with relative ease against the aging King, but was only met with harsh disrespect form many of them. Only the Queen and her young cub, aside from one lioness, did not speak out. The single female that attacked was quickly dispatched by Lalmika, and the other two that had been prepared to strike were promptly exiled. Leaving only three of the original pride.
Udole only spared the cub for two reasons: He was almost out of cubhood, and he knew the pain of losing one. But he had not only achieved his goals, but also kept his deal with Baridi within seven moons. Offering her to be his Queen shortly after the battle ended. An offer which was calmly accepted, but not without a smile. Clever girl.
It was over a year before they conceived their own cub, causing Baridi to wonder if she was barren more than once. During that time, however, it was painfully clear Amri had a thirst for vengeance. A thirst that drove him to become an adept fighter, and one that endangered their unborn cub. The golden and onyx lion was exiled on the very hour of Chanzo’s birth, driven out of his lands. Anger broiling when Amri’s mother said that he, their King, drove the fallen Prince to such lengths. It was the first time he had to knock respect into someone, but he felt no remorse. After trying to create a life for himself, underlying scorn had tainted the once wise queen’s voice. Something he could not put up with.
On the following moons of his sixth year, though, the pride was soon devoting much time to training his son. Udole suspected that Amri would eventually return, he just did not know when. And he wanted Chanzo’s future quest for power to come much easier. Grueling training and little to none affection turned the cub into a strong one, but he did not question them. Once again, though, another quest for expansion became a welcome idea. Not seeing his own mistakes once again, through a cloud of self assurance.
Encountering a young lioness on a later patrol, after hearing a feminine roar of defiance. Upon investigation, a barely adult lioness. An invading rogue was attempting her to pressure her into accompanying him, apparently. In a rare show of kindness, Udole chose to step in for her. Shika having stars in her eyes when he led her back to the pride, even. Baridi was less than pleased about her attitude towards him, though. After the stayed for the evening, it was apparent she had to leave her own pride upon reaching maturity because of its size, so she’d been searching for one to join. And while it was obvious she admired and respected Udole, Baridi eventually passed it off as her mate playing at hero for once. When her mate had asked her option, Baridi’s only comment was that Shika simply had to train like the rest of them. What they found surprising was that the newest arrival went out of her way to keep them happy. As if fearful of losing position in the pride. However, Shika managed to surprise even Udole – one with a cunning mind if there ever was one – during one of their many training sessions a few moons later. While the Queen was hunting with the others, she had made her first triumph. Pinning the mighty King for the first time. Proceeding to shyly lick his muzzle in thanks as well.
It was the first time he had been truly shocked since meeting his mate. And while he cared for Baridi, the strategic part of his mind had a blatant point. With Shika proclaiming her love, far from displeased if it could only be temporary, and unfortunately his Queen had barely birthed Chanzo. If his son died, there would be nothing for the next generation. He needed a backup plan, another cub in their pride. From there, it was decided he would take a small risk where Shika was concerned. The younger lioness said herself that she did not wish to displease her Queen, but she knew there couldn’t be two. If she could bear his cub, being second was enough for her.
As promised, even a moon later at Chanzo’s second year, her devotion was unwavering. Much like Baridi’s now was. The lionesses continued to get along for the most part, Shika’s pregnancy going unquestioned what with the recent amount of rogues they’d been driving off. Their single union remaining a secret, keeping neutrality.
Everything was now prepared. Amri could return for vengeance if he wished, for he would only be slaughtered where he stood. Udole had everything he would need – A pride full of loyal subjects, a powerful royal family, and the only two remaining females of the original pride. Amri’s mother included. Now he could expand his territory at whim, and half all challenges. Prepared to make his mark.
Skills: To say Udole is something of an assassin in terms of combat skill is nothing less than the truth. He also knows how to hunt, but believes it beneath him. Udole is plenty strong enough to scale rockface, however.
Other: N/A
Alignment: Negative
~ ~ ~
Pride: Hamaki Pride.
Position: Dominate Male / King
Family: Deceased.
Mate: Baridi.
Young: Chanzo (Son), Kitasa (Son).
~ ~ ~
Stories:
Roleplays: