A lost cub transformed into an archivist King, Lore’s is the rumbling voice heard over a crackling fire at the embers’ final flare. He lulls his pride to sleep with tales of lions who became legends, gorillas who cracked poachers’ guns over their knees, and visitors from beyond the stars. He is a gentle guide, a song of hope, and a student of the world around him. As the very first Lorekeeper, he embodies all the traits of a dedicated archivist: patience, attention to detail, and boundless creativity. He has founded a pride dedicated to empathetic lorecraft. History, he believes, will speak for itself– but only if it is accurately recorded.
Lore believes in creative storytelling as a form of preservation. He is humble enough to know that he will not live forever. Therefore, he hopes to pass down the knowledge he has gained from life even after his body has left the savannah. His empathy can occasionally translate to naivety, which is cause for concern, especially since he has an entire pride to care for. He fears the type of arrogance that has led other Kings to govern their subordinates with an iron fist. Luckily, many of the lionesses surrounding him are able to make up for this potentially fatal flaw. They push him towards decisiveness when harsher actions are necessary. His enemies may interpret this as weakness, but Lore himself insists that it is a mark of true leadership to defer to others when their expertise far outweighs his own. It's an unusual method to be sure, but it has worked thus far. Hopefully, it will continue to do so long into the future.
At this time, Lore has no apprentices. He is very much aware of the fact that should he take one, that lion is likely to be elected as the next King. Therefore, he must not take his decision lightly and wait for the right prospective lion to exhibit the qualities necessary to take over Pride leadership.
Lore’s primary partner is Lyric. She was the first lioness to exhibit interest in his pride’s project of keeping archives and records of the wilds. He met her during a particularly harrowing exploration in which he was almost killed by a pack of hyenas. Instead of mocking him for his defeat, the kind Lyric tended to his wounds, healed his pride, and asked if he had come to the grasslands alone. He began to ramble about his mission of lore-keeping. Enraptured by his verbal sparring skills, Lyric decided to accompany him home. The two have been inseparable ever since.
