Post by reveka on Jan 14, 2011 23:26:39 GMT -6
Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.
[/size]{ GETTING DOWN WITH THE BASICS }
Name| Rehema.
Nick Name| ---
Age| Six years.
Gender| Female.
Species| Lion.
Breed| West African Lion.
Season Created| Spring.{ ON THE OUTSIDE }
Height| Thirty-eight inches.
Weight| Three-hundred-and-eighty-seven pounds.
Full Description| Extraordinary isn't a word you'd pick when describing Rehama's appearance. Her coat color is what is expected of a lion, a light golden color dappled with the darker spots of youth when the light hits it just right. Said spots are almost always visible upon the lighter fur of her legs and belly. Scars decorate this lionesses golden coat, results of the years of abuse she was dealt at the hands of humans.
Rehema is large by lioness standards. Weighing nearly the maximum weight[around 400lbs], she's not a small lioness. Years in captivity should have created a plump cat, but that's not the case with Rehema. She's only slightly underweight, due to the random bouts of starvation she suffered at the hands of her trainers. She'd replaced some of the weight now that she hunts her own food, but living in a cage your whole life isn't exactly a good way to learn and hunt.{ ON THE INSIDE }
Likes| Hunting, because...well, hey, what cat doesn't like food? Darkness. Enclosed spaces. Lions. Tigers[No, she doesn't really have a problem with them]. Companionship.
Dislikes| Hunting, because she's not good at it. Water. People. Cages. Crowds. Colorful buildings. The War.[she thinks it's pointless.]
Full Personality| For the most part, Rehema is a mellow, laid back cat. She cares little for the disputes between the lions and tigers, thus distancing herself from any and all pointless spats. Rehema is a wanderer, rarely ever staying in one place for more than a few days. She sees every territory as free land, not bothering to pay much attention to boarders and the like; she goes wherever she pleases, when she pleases, even if it means pissing off a few "leaders". Rehema sees no point in pitting lions and tigers against each other, it only ever ends in lost lives, spilled blood and more violence.
Drama; Rehema lives for it. Not the 'I'll rip out your eyeballs and feed them to you' kind, but the kind that is stirred up by small rumors, or ignored boarders. The way she sees it, if no life is lost, then it's all well and good. What cat doesn't need a little excitement in his or her life, after all?{ A LOOK INTO THE PAST }
History|
Rehema’s past wasn't one of comfort and happiness in the breeding center. Oh no, this lioness spent her days performing for people, entertaining them. She was a show cat, trained to do foolish tricks for the amusement of humans like a lowly dog. And if she didn't? Well, her trainers thought to break her- make her do as they pleased with threats of whips and clubs.
Try as they might, those horrid humans were never capable to completely break the lioness. It took years for the lioness to catch on-numerous beatings and days without food. All she had to do was do as they pleased, perform and they would keep her well fed, and stop marring her beautiful skin with their harsh whip. It was Rehema who let them think she was as obedient as a trained puppy- they never successfully broke the lion. She was always plotting, always planning ways she could escape.
Her day never came, however. It was sudden, really; her release. Her trainers had knocked her out with a tranquilizer, loaded her up, and drove her into the thick woods around January City. It didn't take long at all for Rehema to figure out why. By the time she had made it back to the outskirts of the city, the whole place reeked of sickness.
The humans were dying off and Rehama couldn’t care less. Those bastards had locked her up, used her for a source of entertainment. They deserved everything they got. She’d lingered on the outskirts of the city for as long as it took for the last human to die off. No sooner than that last human took its last breath, Rehema was back in the city, prowling the streets of January City.{ A LOOK AT THE PRESENT }
Pride| Refuses to be permanently bound to either the clan or pride.
Rank| N/A.{ FAMILY TIES }
Mother| N/A.
Father| N/A.
Siblings| N/A.
Mate| N/A.
Cubs|N/A.
