Post by Birdbrain. on Oct 25, 2012 21:59:28 GMT -5
Name : Hera
Age : Adult
Gender : Female
Species : African Lion
Pridelander or Outlander?: Hera would have you believe that she is both...her allegiances aren't to be trusted.
Rank : Resident Manipulative Pretty-Face
History : Much of Hera leads to her aura of mystery, and her past is no different. She is quite unlike many of the lions seen around the Pridelands and the surrounding kingdoms, so very little about her past life is known. She does not generally reveal it to strangers. And if she does talk, it is usually a different story every time. Sometimes she says she was a princess, sometimes born into poverty. Tracing Hera's history is like trying to untangle a white thread in a haystack.
What is generally accepted as fact is that Hera was born in a kingdom that resided in a harsh environment. It is rumored that she was the daughter of a king in a frightening desert landscape. She was either a bastard child or an unwanted daughter, neglected and on her own all too often. The details of her leaving her home are uncertain, but there is more than likely blood on her paws. Hera has spent much of her time traveling, going from kingdom to kingdom, charming her way to survival. More than once has she been exiled, and more than once has she broken a few families. To some, she has claimed that she spent time with humans and learned their secrets. But still, others are skeptical.
Personality : Hera is devious. She is sly and cunning and dangerously charismatic. She knew from a very early age that she was attractive and that because of that, she held a certain power over members of the opposite sex. With a bat of her eye or a flick of her tail she can get what she wants. And what Hera wants, Hera gets. If anything or anyone interferes with this, there will be hell to pay because Hera is extremely intelligent and just as equally ruthless.
Hera is stealthy and knows how to study a situation and pick up on subtle clues. She is patient, and does not give in easily to impulses. Her will power is astounding. Having never been particularly friendly, Hera has only ever perused relationships that would have, in some way, a direct benefit for her. She has never had a real friendship and it is possible she is unable to understand them.
Prominent Trait : Her cunning and malicious wit - and her uncanny ability to lie. Hera is as slick as oil.
Fears : Old age, losing her beauty. Becoming settled with a family.
Goals : Do whatever she wants, take whatever she wants, and mess with people along the way. Also collect pretty things.
Character Development : I will have to see what happens through roleplay!
Description : Hera is a stunningly exotic specimen. She is long and sleek and very snake-like. Her head is slightly wedge-shaped but her features are still round and very feminine. She isn't as bulky as most lionesses and stands a few inches shorter. But Hera is in no way intimidated. She has an unusually pale coat - not quite a stunning white but a very pastel ivory shade. Her underbelly and paws are a slightly darker tan color, however. In contrast to her extremely pale coat, Hera's tail brush is a dark brown color. It is so dark it is almost black, though there is still warmth seen in the color. The dark brown is approximately the same shade as the "shades" around Hera's eyes, which droop down similar to Outsider fashion. Perhaps the most unusual thing about Hera's appearance is her eyes. The irises are such a shade of pale champagne that they appear white. This makes her gaze unnerving, since many have mistaken her for being blind in the past. )
Role-Play Sample:
It hadn't been easy to get here, no no no. The roving gangs of stinking hyenas and the equally ragged and stinking groups of lionesses had saw to that. There was a period of time where she spent crouched underneath a rock in an old badger den, among tangled roots and mud while several hyenas overcame and tortured a poor... something. Hera hadn't been sure if it was a lion cub, one of their own, or a foal of some sort unlucky enough to wander away from its mother. Either way, it had sounded young but Hera was not going to risk her hide for a measly little whelp. She had already been compromised enough by having to crouch knee-deep in the filthy old badger den! After a while though the hyena group had fallen asleep and Hera was able to slip by unnoticed - although she had given one drowsy hyena a fright because he mistook her for a ghost. Hera had merely raised her hackles, gave a frightening grin and disappeared into the withering grass.
Surprisingly, Hera hadn't encountered much of anyone else as she made her way deeper and deeper into the pride's territory. It was dusk, so the growing shadows helped conceal her otherwise obvious form, but now should be a time that the pride was most active. The pale lioness had made a note of how barren the land seemed and how sparse the prey was. It was possible that the lionesses that inhibited these dilapidated lands were expanding their territory, having to travel farther and farther distances in order to find food. It was a shame, Hera thought. If she did finally choose this kingdom as her next playground, she might actually have to do some hunting for herself...
As Hera came closer and closer to the large rock formation that seemed to be at the heart of the pride's kingdom, she wound her way around various boulders and trees, lazily rubbing against them. She wasn't careful about not leaving tracks. It would be obvious to the pride that some one else was within their territory, what with all of Hera's scent markings and all. She had grazed against a small, withered bush and a thorn pulled a small tuft of hair from her pelt. While someone of naivety would assume this was a foolish mistake, others would know that it was a deliberate move.
It was true. Hera's actions were quite brazen and frankly dangerous. But the lioness was not concerned as she padded up the rocks onto the main front, the large boulder that jutted out over the savannah. She had done this before and had ended up unscathed - so her movements were languid and confident. She proceeded to the crux of Pride Rock, surveying the wasted kingdom with a smirk. "What a pity," she murmured as she settled down, grooming her pale fur. "I'm sure it used to be a beautiful place."
