#98714
View 's Pride

, the King of the Jungle

Lion Stats
Experience	5386 / 8910 (60%)
Level	10
Strength	73	Speed	74
Stamina	81	Smarts	62
Agility	49	Skill	20
Total Stats:		359

Lion Currents
Age	11 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Energy	100 / 100
Impression	Dreamboat
Personality	Loner (Neutral)

Breeding Info
Father	Miharu (Deceased)	Mother	Vanessa (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (5)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Bloodbourne (Burnt Skin)	Slot 1: Tail Banding Onyx (31%) Tier 1 Slot 2: Infernal Glaze (46%) Tier 3 Slot 3: White Cobweb (56%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Under White 4 (69%) Tier 0 Slot 5: White Glaze (48%) Tier 3
Genetics	Red Dark Solid Special
Eyes	Blue
Mane Type	Thick
Mane Color	White
Mutation	Primal (Smilus)
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Night at the Beach

Lifetime
Attacks Defended	14	Explore Steps Taken	10449	NPCs Defeated	63
Lions Sent Away	153	Lions Killed	0

Biography
Maverick, meaning independent-minded, was brought into the pride as an adolescent. He was chosen to be Leverett’s successor due to his smilus heritage and his charming looks. He was known as a loner but is still being groomed to higher standards as the rightful heir to the throne. Interactions Maverick is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that? You greet Maverick with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner. Maverick is spread out in a dark corner, brooding intently. Your lionesses are looking at him, tittering and giggling. You have the sudden urge to swat him.

Biography

Maverick, meaning independent-minded, was brought into the pride as an adolescent. He was chosen to be Leverett’s successor due to his smilus heritage and his charming looks. He was known as a loner but is still being groomed to higher standards as the rightful heir to the throne.

*Interactions*
Maverick is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that?

You greet Maverick with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner.

Maverick is spread out in a dark corner, brooding intently. Your lionesses are looking at him, tittering and giggling. You have the sudden urge to swat him.

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