Username;
Another Ser Isles (96528) or Ser Isles (57298)
Lion Name;
Calcifer
Lion Rank;
Loner?
Link/Picture;
yay wardrobe links
Personality;
Quiet and laid back. He prefers to observe and keeps his thoughts to himself. He's pretty reserved in all ways. He enjoys lurking around the pride and talks to any who come his way. He has trouble hunting and tries to make do with scraps but it's not enough for a full grown lion. Though he knows he could scare away a small hunting party if he really tried, he doesn't want to get in the king's bad books and risk a confrontation. That and he doesn't enjoy the idea of frightening the pride's hunters.
Crush;
None
Mate;
None
Kits;
None? [Open i guess?]
Other;

Lion Name;
Munku
Lion Rank;
hunter / Deputy
Link/Picture;
Wardrobe
Personality;
Mischievous and cunning. He likes causing trouble but has the good sense to not get in trouble. He enjoys harassing other pride members, often getting on their nerves. Despite this, he's truly a sweetheart. He'll go out of his way to help others. Many lions have found gifts near their sleeping spot from a mysterious gifter. Munku also has a tendency to show off, prancing around and using any opportunity to demonstrate his ability. This likely stems from the fact he's physically larger than most males. The drawback is that he's easily spotted and more than a little clumsy on his paws.
Crush;
None
Mate;
None
Kits;
none [open?]
Other;

Lion Name;
Apollo
Lion Rank;
Hunter
Link/Picture;
Wardrobe
Personality;
Warm is the best word to describe her. She takes care of everyone and makes sure everyone is happy. She's frequently seen around cubs, usually acting as a carer for them and ensuring they don't get carried off by vultures. She's an abysmal hunter. Her kindness betrays her, she finds it difficult to put down her prey and can't stomach targeting babies or weak prey. Her success rate is fairly low, but she's more than happy to help chase and let others do the dirty work.
Crush;
None
Mate;
none
Kits;
none [open?]
Other;

Username;
Potato Lord [MAIN] (#33076).

Lion Name;
Tarsa.

Lion Rank;
Hunter.

Link/Picture;
Click here.

Personality;
Not a lady to be trifled with. Tarsa is a fierce lioness with a high kill list, intolerant of any beast that might so dare step paw in Shiamar's Pride territory uninvited. Her loyalty is to Rania alone and she has little respect for anyone else. Her impatient, temperamental nature would make her a poor mother or babysitter and she's often kept away from cubs. She's a bit on the stingy side and prefers hoarding things to actually using them. She has quite the feather and bone collection hidden away in her den.

Crush;
TBD.

Mate;
TBD.

Kits;
Never.

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Lion Name;
Atlas.

Lion Rank;
Omega.

Link/Picture;
Click here.

Personality;
Atlas is a friendly, happy-go-lucky young male with a very positive outlook on life. He's a pacifist at heart, abhorrent of violence. He would rather talk his way out of a troubling situation than fight and has a submissive demeanor as a result. He is gullible and naive, willing to believe anything until it's proven incorrect. Atlas has an endless amount of patience and it would be rare to hear him complain. He's got an adventurous spirit and this often gets him in trouble as he snoops around places he doesn't belong. Goofy and playful, Atlas can make friends with just about anyone if they can tolerate his silliness.

Crush;
TBD.

Mate;
TBD.

Kits;
None.

Other;
I haven't been involved with a lion roleplay in forever. This sample is from an old 1x1x1 you can view here if you need proof this was actually written by me.

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Imani had made her way through the crowd slowly. Head held high in a confident, but calm entrance. "The pleasure is all mine," she greeted her rival coolly as she slipped into position with a polite dip of her head. Part of her wanted to quail at his size. Imani was certainly well trained, but she was also quite young, having just reached her second year of life. She had never faced a lion this much larger than her. She couldn't afford any sign of weakness however. She had to be strong. She had to be fearless. Nyekundu would expect bloodshed and she must provide it if she didn't want to suffer her father's scorn and possible punishment later.

As soon as Nyekundu gave the command she lunged forward. Her original intention had been to let Kishindo make the first move, but she found she couldn't bare to stand still any longer. White eyes focused on his front legs as she barreled toward him like a bullet. Hoping to give him the impression she was looking to trip him up. At the last minute she veered off to the left and aimed to latch onto his shoulders so she could quickly hoist herself up onto his back, alternating between tearing at his pelt with her hind claws and biting at his ears. Kishindo's thick mane would protect him from her savage teeth so she didn't bother going for the throat.

Imani felt a brief rush of triumph as her dark claws sank deep into Kishindo's pelt and she yanked herself successfully onto his back. This feeling of victory was short lived as she realized the large lion was much smarter than she had given him credit for. An audible gasp escaped her maw as he tossed himself onto his side and hastily released her grip on him. She let go just in time to avoid being crushed under Kishindo's weight, but landed on the ground next to him clumsily and the drop knocked the breath out of her. A displeased growl coming from the crowd made Imani all too aware that Nyekundu was not happy with her performance thus far.

She snarled in defiance and lashed out at the dirt, creating a cloud of dust to shield her from Kishindo's view as she scrambled back up to her paws. As soon as the dust settled back down to the scarred earth she lunged at him again, aiming to slash at him with extended claws before nimbly jerking out of the way. Her body shook slightly. Whether from exhilaration or anxiety she couldn't tell. All she knew was that if she didn't put up a good fight she would be punished for her failures. Nyekundu certainly favored her, but that would not stop the spotted lioness from clawing her ears off if she did poorly.