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Belongs to Nikosiyabo's Pride
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Jasiri

"brave"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	159	Speed	114
Stamina	108	Smarts	105
Agility	121	Skill	30
Born With:	Unknown	Total Stats:	637

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 4 months old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Male
Pose	Default
Personality	Unscrupulous (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	Nikosiyabo (Deceased)	Mother	Jahaira (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	N/A	Fertility	N/A	View All Cubs Bred (0)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Albino (Marbled Skin)	Slot 1: Celestial Cover (24%) Tier 3 Slot 4: Feline 2 Ebony (77%) Tier 5 Slot 6: Feline 7 Maroon (39%) Tier 5 Slot 8: Feline 4 Ebony (73%) Tier 5 Slot 9: Onyx Half (49%) Tier 1 Slot 10: Cloudburst Web (65%) Tier 3
Genetics	Black Light Solid Common
Eyes	Starshine
Mane Type	Barbary
Mane Color	Korat
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

Equipped Decorations Hide/Show
Above Charmed Dwarf Lioness

Lifetime Patrolling Results
Total Patrols	105	Total Stats Gained	177	Total Items Gained	54

Biography
You were enjoying a nice sunbeam when something began clawing your tail. Ah, it's Jasiri. Ouchie, please leave some fur on there, little one. You notice Jasiri focused on a small, still moving bird under his paw. He keeps pulling away feather by feather. You stop in your tracks, deciding to not bother him right now. As you survey your pride lands before you, Jasiri comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind. Your paws get weak as you approach Jasiri to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh. You see Jasiri has a dozen fresh scratches on his face and blood dripping down his chin. You decide not to ask what he has been up to.

Biography

You were enjoying a nice sunbeam when something began clawing your tail. Ah, it's Jasiri. Ouchie, please leave some fur on there, little one.

You notice Jasiri focused on a small, still moving bird under his paw. He keeps pulling away feather by feather. You stop in your tracks, deciding to not bother him right now.

As you survey your pride lands before you, Jasiri comes to stand next to you. You smell blood on the wind.

Your paws get weak as you approach Jasiri to say hi. He perks up, ready to repeat your last marathon of dozen spars in a row. Uhhhhhhh.

You see Jasiri has a dozen fresh scratches on his face and blood dripping down his chin. You decide not to ask what he has been up to.

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