Post by Babu on Jul 18, 2017 1:59:50 GMT
"Everyone's fate lies in my paws, I decide who's guilty."
Bewaarder
"Warden"
Species
African Lion
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Origin
Adopted Character (Zira's OC)
Territory
Mountain Prison
Pride/Clan
Prison Pride
Status
Warden/King
Personality
Cruel, Egotistical, Delusional, Merciless, Stubborn, Dedicated,
Bewaarder isn't technically evil, he's not intending to wrongly imprison others. He's assertive and fully convinced his judgment is immaculate. He is the only person, he and his jury are the only things capable of punishing the corrupt. He's constantly scrutinizing people, eyeing them like they are some sort of prey like they are hiding crimes and he can see into their soul. Bewaarder is quite judgmental, he expects flawless behavior out of everyone but his own pride, his pride is free of blame. They can maim, kill, and torture for they are the only one's capable of shouldering that. Especially if it's only done to the guilty. While he treats outsiders like they are mere mice, he's rather generous towards his own lions. He satisfies their every need, especially his brides. He's unable to respond with affection but if they ever requested something he would bestow it upon them. They want for nothing but what they want is his heart and he lacks the capabilities of such. He believes no soul is innocent, everyone is corrupt one way or another.
History
Bewaarder was the heir to the previous warden, Mfupa. Bewaarder had the blissful ignorance of childhood but even as a cub he was prone to torturing small animals. His father tried to sway his foul habits but Bewaarder was set in his ways, feeling the fascination of having the control of another life. Bewaarder was prone to dominance fits, asserting his authority over everyone younger or older, he was beginning to grow ambitious. His father was noble and brave, Bewaarder often found himself in awe at his status and power. Bewaarder would witness the judgment, where the pride circles the accused and vote their thoughts but even if they were imprisoned Bewaarder couldn't suppress disgust. He witnessed scum living a life of 'luxury' in their cells. They were supplied too much comfort. His father didn't believe in torture, didn't believe in cruelty. Their sentences were too small and Bewaarder couldn't handle it.
Upon his birthday, Bewaarder challenged his father for the rank as warden. His father didn't willingly drop his rank, forcing Bewaarder to fight him which only angered the younger lion. Gripped in turbulent combat, Bewaarder's devasting blows which proved to have more killing intent than his father's won. His father demanded death and whether out of cruelty or kindness, Bewaarder didn't strike the final blow. Upon his father's death who refused to eat after his loss, Bewaarder shed no tears.
Family Tree
Father
Mfupa(bone)
Children
Voltooi, Nux, Katili, Pyn
Sample Post
Glinting malignant eyes shone from the ink of shadows, the winding canals of their mountain pass sprawled forward. A skull crowned his head, the hue near identical to his own bleach bone pelt. With a rippling heave of his lungs, a heavy breath toppled from his nostrils. The warden's face shone disapproval, brows lowered in pure disdain. Flicking a moon carved ear, he swept his burnt amber gaze to his rear to stare firmly at the lion.
"Are you certain of your words?" his words rolled out like grating rock, tone wafting with pure agitation.
"Affirmative, sir," a voice that lacked fear, though it spoke to the truly daunting lion. With the response, the pallid shape of Bewaarder churned with slender muscle, claws scraping against stone as he hauled to his paws. A faint growl strummed his vocals and he flattened his ears, eyes blazing.
"Those pridelanders refused to present the guilty to me, instead they took matters into their own hands," it seemed his tone gradually increased in volume as if he attempted to keep residual calmness. Pupils shrunk to slips, fangs reflecting the subtle light.
"I'm the warden, It's my job to sentence crimes and this Scar belonged to me," his snarls rippled forth with unyielding rage.
"Ready some lions, it's time I make something clear. We're leaving at sunrise," with that the words sunk deep like a claw into flesh. The underling grinned, agreeing with his leader with enthusiasm.
Bewaarder
"Warden"
Species
African Lion
---
Origin
Adopted Character (Zira's OC)
Territory
Mountain Prison
Pride/Clan
Prison Pride
Status
Warden/King
Personality
Cruel, Egotistical, Delusional, Merciless, Stubborn, Dedicated,
Bewaarder isn't technically evil, he's not intending to wrongly imprison others. He's assertive and fully convinced his judgment is immaculate. He is the only person, he and his jury are the only things capable of punishing the corrupt. He's constantly scrutinizing people, eyeing them like they are some sort of prey like they are hiding crimes and he can see into their soul. Bewaarder is quite judgmental, he expects flawless behavior out of everyone but his own pride, his pride is free of blame. They can maim, kill, and torture for they are the only one's capable of shouldering that. Especially if it's only done to the guilty. While he treats outsiders like they are mere mice, he's rather generous towards his own lions. He satisfies their every need, especially his brides. He's unable to respond with affection but if they ever requested something he would bestow it upon them. They want for nothing but what they want is his heart and he lacks the capabilities of such. He believes no soul is innocent, everyone is corrupt one way or another.
History
Bewaarder was the heir to the previous warden, Mfupa. Bewaarder had the blissful ignorance of childhood but even as a cub he was prone to torturing small animals. His father tried to sway his foul habits but Bewaarder was set in his ways, feeling the fascination of having the control of another life. Bewaarder was prone to dominance fits, asserting his authority over everyone younger or older, he was beginning to grow ambitious. His father was noble and brave, Bewaarder often found himself in awe at his status and power. Bewaarder would witness the judgment, where the pride circles the accused and vote their thoughts but even if they were imprisoned Bewaarder couldn't suppress disgust. He witnessed scum living a life of 'luxury' in their cells. They were supplied too much comfort. His father didn't believe in torture, didn't believe in cruelty. Their sentences were too small and Bewaarder couldn't handle it.
Upon his birthday, Bewaarder challenged his father for the rank as warden. His father didn't willingly drop his rank, forcing Bewaarder to fight him which only angered the younger lion. Gripped in turbulent combat, Bewaarder's devasting blows which proved to have more killing intent than his father's won. His father demanded death and whether out of cruelty or kindness, Bewaarder didn't strike the final blow. Upon his father's death who refused to eat after his loss, Bewaarder shed no tears.
Family Tree
Father
Mfupa(bone)
Children
Voltooi, Nux, Katili, Pyn
Sample Post
Glinting malignant eyes shone from the ink of shadows, the winding canals of their mountain pass sprawled forward. A skull crowned his head, the hue near identical to his own bleach bone pelt. With a rippling heave of his lungs, a heavy breath toppled from his nostrils. The warden's face shone disapproval, brows lowered in pure disdain. Flicking a moon carved ear, he swept his burnt amber gaze to his rear to stare firmly at the lion.
"Are you certain of your words?" his words rolled out like grating rock, tone wafting with pure agitation.
"Affirmative, sir," a voice that lacked fear, though it spoke to the truly daunting lion. With the response, the pallid shape of Bewaarder churned with slender muscle, claws scraping against stone as he hauled to his paws. A faint growl strummed his vocals and he flattened his ears, eyes blazing.
"Those pridelanders refused to present the guilty to me, instead they took matters into their own hands," it seemed his tone gradually increased in volume as if he attempted to keep residual calmness. Pupils shrunk to slips, fangs reflecting the subtle light.
"I'm the warden, It's my job to sentence crimes and this Scar belonged to me," his snarls rippled forth with unyielding rage.
"Ready some lions, it's time I make something clear. We're leaving at sunrise," with that the words sunk deep like a claw into flesh. The underling grinned, agreeing with his leader with enthusiasm.
Okay, anyone is up for a plot?
