Post by cleopanaphi on Feb 4, 2012 0:03:30 GMT -5
Name : Cleopanaphi
Age : adult
Gender : female
Species : lioness
Already a Pridelander? : Pridelander
Rank : pridelander
History : Cleo has been bred and raised with the sole purpose of protecting the royal family. Her past is relatively dull and ordinary, aside from vigorous training and battle experience. more to come as I rp her out
Personality : She has a sweet personality, and cares for her Pride. She does as much as she can do as a Queen to look out for the rest of her Pride. She has a childish side, but normally she’s being a mature Queen, though her childish side comes out when she’s caring for the little cubs that the others may have.
Prominent Trait : Caring for her pride
Fears :
Death, although she deals with spirits, death is something she does not like, and fears.
Those who have too much control.
being around other cats or creatures for too long
Goals : be one with the spirits.
Character Development : will be played out
Description : She has a gold-tan pelt, with a dark brown-black tail. Around her neck is a thick dark sapphire and gold stripe running along it horizontally Also, her ears are lined with black, and she has a small black curl leading from the back edges of her eyes. Finishing her description, her maw, neck, chest, underbelly, and toes are all a light white-tan.
Markings : none
Role-Play Sample:
Quite an exotic fragrance withered about within the courtyard, the lovely scent of different roses blending together in a marvelous unity of alluring aromas. Darkness of the night rasped about the grounds of the fable castle, although some light did reign down upon the magnificent building and courtyard. Stationed above the overlooking castle’s walls did that gorgeous pearl- known as the moon- lingered, shedding its array of light for all to bask within. Those petals of the roses alone seemed to reflect those lunar rays, adding peerless beauty to their structure. It was amazing how the night could draft such a foreboding, yet enchanting visual effect upon the garden. Quite the sight to see when the stems would sway from the gentlest of pushes the wind gave, driving those countless roses into a fluttering dance; the rhythm, the movements, so flawless. All it lacked was music, a melody to applaud those exotic plants in their dance along with the silhouette of a humanoid figure whom accompanied them.
Swaying and flowing with thought out movements, professionally and agilely placed, did that silhouette of a humanoid dance. Shadows from the building’s structure casting themselves down upon this being; but it wasn’t for long till the pace this man or woman exhibited brought him or her into the broad light. Waves of ivory wavered from this individual's hair and even those locks came to capture the brilliance of those lunar rays of light, causing this creature’s hair to be illuminated. Such a bland attire this figure held, silken and laced, ebony fabric basking over that limber body. What appeared to be a belt of bushy fur was in reality three ivory tails twined around this unknown being’s waist. One may be shocked to find that this individual, who danced here seemingly alone, was that of a male. The rhythm he carried, the quick and fluent changing of patterns from each given step, the various poses and feminine features all may come to conclude that this individual was a woman; but it was not. Even the flexibility and attitude that this male would come to give was even stranger; but also, possibly, alluring.
A giggle would escape those thin lips of that male’s, amusement clearly showing itself within those yellow orbs of his. Quite a mood had the scent of those roses set his mind into, drawing out a more carefree and innocent personality of his. It appealed to be ages since he had enjoy the fragrance of these breed of flowers; and with a such wide variety of them existing, he couldn’t control himself. Even bare footed as he was, he risked the chance of injuring himself against one of those hungering thorns upon the exotic plant’s stems. The slightest miscalculation may maim that smooth flesh of his, but luckily this male reframed from dancing inside the rose batches. With a sudden, spinning twist and the bending of his own legs and vertebrate, did he draw his spine backwards, tilting his cranium back to cast those locks of ivory over a pack of blue petals His eyes were directly leveled with those beautiful plants, smile spreading along those lips of his as he deeply inhaled their lovely scent, before lifting himself to regain his composure. Those golden-like eyes of his temporally closed, his heart beating within his chest in its own fury as if he was entangled by a spell; gathering his thoughts now as he allowed his body to be basked in the glory of the moon’s brilliance of lunar light.
And like all good things, this was the ending of his current energetic dance. That chest of the male’s would heave as he regained his breath, those canine, white ears of his twitching idly atop his cranium as they would be teased and taunted by the wind’s own playfulness. Frail arms would rise, soft palms pressing against his smooth cheeks, slender fingers covering over those shut eyes of his as he continued to pondered upon the last time that he had had this much fun. There were many times that he had felt truly alive; but for whom he currently was, this glorious moment seemed like a first after decades and decades of the last time he felt like this. That silence that thrived would come to be broken once more as he solemnly spoke to himself. <b>”The others have all the fun, they do. I’ll just have to find a way to come back here at a later time, when it is my turn again.”</b> From that would it end with another giggle, his liveliness perking up once more as arms now lifelessly fell to his sides. Those topaz hued eyes awakening to stare out into the heavens, gazing upon the moon as he gloated in the current solitude of the night.
Age : adult
Gender : female
Species : lioness
Already a Pridelander? : Pridelander
Rank : pridelander
History : Cleo has been bred and raised with the sole purpose of protecting the royal family. Her past is relatively dull and ordinary, aside from vigorous training and battle experience. more to come as I rp her out
Personality : She has a sweet personality, and cares for her Pride. She does as much as she can do as a Queen to look out for the rest of her Pride. She has a childish side, but normally she’s being a mature Queen, though her childish side comes out when she’s caring for the little cubs that the others may have.
Prominent Trait : Caring for her pride
Fears :
Death, although she deals with spirits, death is something she does not like, and fears.
Those who have too much control.
being around other cats or creatures for too long
Goals : be one with the spirits.
Character Development : will be played out
Description : She has a gold-tan pelt, with a dark brown-black tail. Around her neck is a thick dark sapphire and gold stripe running along it horizontally Also, her ears are lined with black, and she has a small black curl leading from the back edges of her eyes. Finishing her description, her maw, neck, chest, underbelly, and toes are all a light white-tan.
Markings : none
Role-Play Sample:
Quite an exotic fragrance withered about within the courtyard, the lovely scent of different roses blending together in a marvelous unity of alluring aromas. Darkness of the night rasped about the grounds of the fable castle, although some light did reign down upon the magnificent building and courtyard. Stationed above the overlooking castle’s walls did that gorgeous pearl- known as the moon- lingered, shedding its array of light for all to bask within. Those petals of the roses alone seemed to reflect those lunar rays, adding peerless beauty to their structure. It was amazing how the night could draft such a foreboding, yet enchanting visual effect upon the garden. Quite the sight to see when the stems would sway from the gentlest of pushes the wind gave, driving those countless roses into a fluttering dance; the rhythm, the movements, so flawless. All it lacked was music, a melody to applaud those exotic plants in their dance along with the silhouette of a humanoid figure whom accompanied them.
Swaying and flowing with thought out movements, professionally and agilely placed, did that silhouette of a humanoid dance. Shadows from the building’s structure casting themselves down upon this being; but it wasn’t for long till the pace this man or woman exhibited brought him or her into the broad light. Waves of ivory wavered from this individual's hair and even those locks came to capture the brilliance of those lunar rays of light, causing this creature’s hair to be illuminated. Such a bland attire this figure held, silken and laced, ebony fabric basking over that limber body. What appeared to be a belt of bushy fur was in reality three ivory tails twined around this unknown being’s waist. One may be shocked to find that this individual, who danced here seemingly alone, was that of a male. The rhythm he carried, the quick and fluent changing of patterns from each given step, the various poses and feminine features all may come to conclude that this individual was a woman; but it was not. Even the flexibility and attitude that this male would come to give was even stranger; but also, possibly, alluring.
A giggle would escape those thin lips of that male’s, amusement clearly showing itself within those yellow orbs of his. Quite a mood had the scent of those roses set his mind into, drawing out a more carefree and innocent personality of his. It appealed to be ages since he had enjoy the fragrance of these breed of flowers; and with a such wide variety of them existing, he couldn’t control himself. Even bare footed as he was, he risked the chance of injuring himself against one of those hungering thorns upon the exotic plant’s stems. The slightest miscalculation may maim that smooth flesh of his, but luckily this male reframed from dancing inside the rose batches. With a sudden, spinning twist and the bending of his own legs and vertebrate, did he draw his spine backwards, tilting his cranium back to cast those locks of ivory over a pack of blue petals His eyes were directly leveled with those beautiful plants, smile spreading along those lips of his as he deeply inhaled their lovely scent, before lifting himself to regain his composure. Those golden-like eyes of his temporally closed, his heart beating within his chest in its own fury as if he was entangled by a spell; gathering his thoughts now as he allowed his body to be basked in the glory of the moon’s brilliance of lunar light.
And like all good things, this was the ending of his current energetic dance. That chest of the male’s would heave as he regained his breath, those canine, white ears of his twitching idly atop his cranium as they would be teased and taunted by the wind’s own playfulness. Frail arms would rise, soft palms pressing against his smooth cheeks, slender fingers covering over those shut eyes of his as he continued to pondered upon the last time that he had had this much fun. There were many times that he had felt truly alive; but for whom he currently was, this glorious moment seemed like a first after decades and decades of the last time he felt like this. That silence that thrived would come to be broken once more as he solemnly spoke to himself. <b>”The others have all the fun, they do. I’ll just have to find a way to come back here at a later time, when it is my turn again.”</b> From that would it end with another giggle, his liveliness perking up once more as arms now lifelessly fell to his sides. Those topaz hued eyes awakening to stare out into the heavens, gazing upon the moon as he gloated in the current solitude of the night.
