Post by Banister on Jul 17, 2017 20:57:12 GMT
"Such is the life of a wanderer."
Banister
Species
Tsavo Lion
Origin
OC
Territory
He moves around a lot, no territory but he likes caves and rocky terrain
Pride/Clan
Rogue
Status
Ragtag nuisance
History
Banister is a lion shrouded in impish mystery. Although he'll often share snippets of his past the Tsavo lion tends to keep to his roguish life quite consistently. Perhaps fond of the lone path, although it's not uncommon for him to stray towards group and mingle with the prides neighboring his routes and paths.
It's not likely for Banister to take to violence. Although a rogue he tends to stray from aggression and toil. He's not one for conflict. A little eerie, with his lanky dusty form and crimson touched eyes, Banister is actually quite well mannered and polite.
He doesn't have much to say about why he's not in a pride. He has, however, been a rogue from quite a young age. Solitude suits him at times.
((More history to come, perhaps unveiled through rp. uwu))
Family Tree
Unknown
Sample Post
The dust rose with each heavy fall of his paw pads. He stood at the split of two lands, divided by a river that was murky with mud and no doubt holding all kinds of horrible scaled terrors. Pink eyes peered down skeptically at it, a slight tilt to his chin as he looked past his snout indignantly before throwing a glance over his shoulder to the darkened and dead land behind him.
"How dreadful." he mused to himself. Looking across the river to a land rich with grass, life and most importantly, prey. The rogue had scouted around the borders of both lands tentatively, both were very obviously claimed by a collection of lions but the story for why one lived in such perilous surroundings was unknown to him. Whatever it was, Banister only knew one thing. There was simply no question, he wanted to be be on the good side. Ears flicking lazily, he poised to leap down the bank of the river. There was a bit of rubble below, a few broken logs and rocks, that he figured he could scamper across.
He'd dwell in the promise lands for a little. Perhaps hunt or scavenge some carcasses from other predators for a few moons. Perhaps he'd go unnoticed, although he tended to doubt it.
"They've plenty to share," he mumbled to himself past parted jowls, "they shouldn't be too alarmed at little ragtag rogue meandering through."
Quaint, but a little cheeky with the grin that curled onto his maw.
Banister
Species
Tsavo Lion
Origin
OC
Territory
He moves around a lot, no territory but he likes caves and rocky terrain
Pride/Clan
Rogue
Status
Ragtag nuisance
History
Banister is a lion shrouded in impish mystery. Although he'll often share snippets of his past the Tsavo lion tends to keep to his roguish life quite consistently. Perhaps fond of the lone path, although it's not uncommon for him to stray towards group and mingle with the prides neighboring his routes and paths.
It's not likely for Banister to take to violence. Although a rogue he tends to stray from aggression and toil. He's not one for conflict. A little eerie, with his lanky dusty form and crimson touched eyes, Banister is actually quite well mannered and polite.
He doesn't have much to say about why he's not in a pride. He has, however, been a rogue from quite a young age. Solitude suits him at times.
((More history to come, perhaps unveiled through rp. uwu))
Family Tree
Unknown
Sample Post
The dust rose with each heavy fall of his paw pads. He stood at the split of two lands, divided by a river that was murky with mud and no doubt holding all kinds of horrible scaled terrors. Pink eyes peered down skeptically at it, a slight tilt to his chin as he looked past his snout indignantly before throwing a glance over his shoulder to the darkened and dead land behind him.
"How dreadful." he mused to himself. Looking across the river to a land rich with grass, life and most importantly, prey. The rogue had scouted around the borders of both lands tentatively, both were very obviously claimed by a collection of lions but the story for why one lived in such perilous surroundings was unknown to him. Whatever it was, Banister only knew one thing. There was simply no question, he wanted to be be on the good side. Ears flicking lazily, he poised to leap down the bank of the river. There was a bit of rubble below, a few broken logs and rocks, that he figured he could scamper across.
He'd dwell in the promise lands for a little. Perhaps hunt or scavenge some carcasses from other predators for a few moons. Perhaps he'd go unnoticed, although he tended to doubt it.
"They've plenty to share," he mumbled to himself past parted jowls, "they shouldn't be too alarmed at little ragtag rogue meandering through."
Quaint, but a little cheeky with the grin that curled onto his maw.
Okay, anyone is up for a plot?
