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Belongs to 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐨𝐧's Former Pride

Simon, the Blue Cheese Burger

"🍔💎🌿 - G8"

Lion Stats
Experience	0 / 100 (0%)
Level	1
Strength	38	Speed	55
Stamina	38	Smarts	44
Agility	55	Skill	3
Total Stats:		233

Lion Currents
Age	14 years, 1 month old
Hunger	0%
Mood	100%
Sex	Female
Pose	Default
Personality	Brutal (Evil)

Adult Stage

Breeding Info
Father	melwty (Deceased)	Mother	Newly Claimed Lioness (Deceased)	View Full Heritage
Last Bred	11 days ago	Fertility	Very Low (18%)	View All Cubs Bred (1)

Appearance		Markings
Base	Aufeis (Cinder Skin)	Slot 2: Coral Belly (40%) Tier 0 Slot 6: Feralis Lilac (20%) Tier 6 Slot 8: Feline 6 Elysian (56%) Tier 5 Slot 10: Clay Cowl (21%) Tier 0 This lion has 1 marking hidden on the following slot: 12
Genetics	Black Medium Countershaded Special
Eyes	Green
Mane Type	Incubus
Mane Color	Sienna
Mutation	None
Marking Slots	10

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Lifetime Hunting Results
Total Hunts	0	Successful Hunts	0	Success Rate	0%

Biography
I almost shot myself in the head when I was 10 years old. - I had a .22 rifle, and I was a hunter; rabbits were my prey. It was night, and the full moon stretched high above the horizon, looking down on the land with a face full of wonder. I saw a rabbit beneath an abandoned railroad car. It was small, just an adolescent. I did not care – I wanted it's fur and meat. My small body positioned itself next to the railroad car. I was not far from the rabbit, maybe 10 or so feet. I aimed and took a shot. The ring of metal on metal burst through the air around me. The rabbit remained still as a statue, as did I with the realization that the ricocheted bullet had buzzed by, mere millimeters above my head. I could've died, victim to a .22 ricochet. - I was much more careful after that.

Biography

I almost shot myself in the head when I was 10 years old.
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I had a .22 rifle, and I was a hunter; rabbits were my prey. It was night, and the full moon stretched high above the horizon, looking down on the land with a face full of wonder.
I saw a rabbit beneath an abandoned railroad car. It was small, just an adolescent. I did not care – I wanted it's fur and meat. My small body positioned itself next to the railroad car. I was not far from the rabbit, maybe 10 or so feet. I aimed and took a shot. The ring of metal on metal burst through the air around me. The rabbit remained still as a statue, as did I with the realization that the ricocheted bullet had buzzed by, mere millimeters above my head. I could've died, victim to a .22 ricochet.
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I was much more careful after that.

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