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Jasper's Writing Corner

Hello all! I'm looking to start up a little writing shop for pride/lion bios!
More about me: I'm a 4th year University English major with tons of writing experience. I've been RPing for many years and have even started writing my own novel. I have before written about cats (the Warrior cats series had an impact on me) and I'm hoping to get more into writing on lions!Pricing:
Lion bio :: 150
OC Bio :: 150
Pride bio :: 200
~Each BIO is priced as if it were 100 words in length~
If you want a longer bio please let me know. I can take if this is easier.

Further Details

Please submit:
1. Your name and profile #
2. the link to the character
3. their personality/the pride dynamic
4. Anything else you think would help me grasp your character/pride!Queue:
1. Maa-Maa (A few set pieces)
2. +|+ Hidden`Valley +|+ (#209041) 1/1
3. rival 🥟 (#108477) 1/1

Examples

#1. Snippit of my novel

A small, delicate child lay on a metal table, restrained tightly by bands around her wrists and ankles. She whimpered and jerked wildly, struggling to obtain her freedom as her glittering blue-green eyes darted around the white room fearfully. She was no more than four years old but her gaze betrayed a maturity beyond her years. A maturity born only out of fear and responsibility.
The child wasn't alone. In every darkened corner, camera lights blinked, following her every move as she lay there, helpless and vulnerable. Her eyes were wide with fear and she slowly stopped thrashing around, going limp and sniffling pitifully, her body shivering and trembling with terror.
The girl had seen many being taken into this room and they had never come back out again, one of those people being her father. The Room was bad. Being taken into the Room was worse. She turned her head to the side as far as she could to see her mother. The tall, slender woman was being held back by two large, burly guards, her face bruised and bleeding from struggles of her own.

#2. A short-story I had to write in Uni

“Daddy! Lacie isn’t going to find me!”
The white pom-pom bounced on her head, shifting back and forth while she clumsily walked over to the large oak tree she had made her target. Snow drifted down from the sky, fluffy clouds piling up on the ground in mounds higher than she could see over, the path only visible from the prints of pedestrians and dog walkers.
“She’s smart, don’t doubt her sweetheart.” Her father stood further back down the path, gripping the pink collar attached to the cream coloured border collie-lab mix, the dog sitting patiently on his feet and watching with perked ears and a tilted head. The dog scouted the younger girl run down the path and out of sight, letting out a whine as if to tell her to come back. Lacie barked a couple times when she had disappeared behind the tall oak tree trunk; however, the snow made it easy for her bright pink winter coat and snowpants to stick out against the white piles on the ground. She did her best to climb fast, grabbing from branch to branch with her small ten year old hands. Usually she had no issue with tree climbing though legends of spiders and bugs often kept her away from grabbing too close to the trunk.

#3. Maa-Maa (#137567) OC AlexZander

The shop’s ringing bell awoke AlexZander with a start. He swayed back and forth in his large bean bag chair propped in the back corner of his shop, lazily combating sleep with a few blinks of his eyes. He rose quickly, lurching towards the counter to meet the new customer. Without a second thought, he adjusted the “smiley” mask on his face and leaned against the table, groggily taking in the sight of the lady in front of him. His initial thought: her hair would 100% be mistaken for a birds nest. Without a doubt in his mind, he already suspected she would be a nuisance.
“Do you sell any sort of white masks?”
Her voice matched her hair: scratchy and messy. AlexZander’s tail flicked in annoyance.
He gestured to the back wall of the small mask shop, indicating a wall filled his various white wooden masks. Among them, a few more expensive kitsune masks sat. The woman followed his finger to the wall and shook her head, glaring back at him with a nasty form of distaste on her face. “I want a REAL mask. Not a wooden one, they’re too clunky.” AlexZander’s haunches rose in irritation, stepping out from behind the counter and moving over to the wall on his two legs with a few graceful strides. He took a particularly detailed mask off the wall and showed it to her, displaying the emotion expressed on the face clearly. The mask had been garnished with a white paint, carvings of tree branches and twigs framing the outside of the mask. The emotion spread across the wood was one of frustration, the eyes narrowed and the mouth formed into a scowl. The women huffed at him, watching AlexZander replace his own mask with the new one. Her gaze turned from irritated to horror, watching the green goo drip down his chin and onto the floor. She fixated on the hole in his face which was quickly replaced by the fresh white mask. His previous “smiley” mask was then placed on Alex’s right shoulder, perched nicely between “sadness” and “hate”. He pointed to the mask on his face and then pointed at her. In shock, the woman shook her head. Without a word from the woman, he replaced the irritated mask with his previous smiley one and walked back over to the counter. From underneath the table, he offered her a few more choices, all of which were much lighter and glazed nicely. The woman watched him, confused by the interaction but seemingly intrigued by the silent mask dealer. He watched as she took in the new masks, carved finely, priced cheap, and light enough to be indistinguishable as wood. She seemed all the more happy when she found a particular pretty one covered in cherry blossoms. Ringing her up, she left with a smile and AlexZander returned to his beanbag chair to sleep once more.

#4. Maa-Maa (#137567) OC Chester

He was ready. More than ready. His third kill of the day walked 10 ft in front of him, oblivious to the lanky 24-year old man crunched within the bushes. His classic Winchester rifle was perched precariously against his shoulder, the barrel hovering in the direction of the graceful stag. He eyed the scope a few times, watching his prey lean down to munch on the forest floor, making note of the large stump it was standing near. He shifted a few times, irritated by the quick and sudden movement the stag would make when it heard unfamiliar noises. He would get this. He would show his dad that he could do it. He’d shoot this stag, take its antlers as his prize, and display them proudly on his cabin wall. Oh, and when his friends came over, he’d show them too. It would look nice beside the moose antlers he had gotten the month prior. Smirking to himself, he blew a tuft of his dark brown hair out of his face. Behind him, he heard some rustling in the undergrowth and looked backwards for a moment. Probably just a rabbit though the noise startled him for a moment. Looking back into his scope, he noticed the air this time was different. The stag had stopped completely, head erect and eyes darting around frantically. It didn’t move a muscle but Chester knew it had heard something. In an attempt to kill it before it was too late, he squeezed the trigger slowly, releasing the bullet from it’s home and sending it towards the stag. The lead projectile sunk into the prey’s neck in a matter of milliseconds. Hitting it’s mark, the stag stumbled in response, tumbling to the ground without even a moment for it to process what had happened. Triumphant, Chester leaped out of the bush, fist bumping the air on his way over to the corpse.
“Yes! I knew I’d get it! Serves dad right to doubt me, that asshole.”
Approaching the body, he leaned over and tied the legs together. Examining the stag, he noticed a few moose ticks but nothing major that he couldn’t dispose of. Once he had finished prepping the deer for transport, he rushed back along the forest path to reach his campsite. Lucky enough, he had seen the stag close by and didn’t have to walk far to reach the wagon. Grabbing it by it’s handles, he began back towards the body, whistling happily to himself about his recent kill. “Dad’s gunna DROOL when he sees this!”.
When approaching the place he had killed the stag, he froze. Standing over the body was a large brown bear, digging its claws into the meaty flesh of the corpse. His heart sank as he slowly backed away from the body. He returned back to camp with a heavy heart, punching a tree trunk that was supporting his tent. “Well this fucking sucks...”

#5. Maa-Maa (#137567) OC Montone

It was a nice day. The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees above her, dazzling the forest floor with dapples of sunlight and warmth. She lay quietly on a rock, sunbathing in pure bliss. Her brown hair was scattered in waves around her, her dainty black antlers occasionally bouncing into things as she moved her head around on the rock. With a book propped in one hand, she lightly hummed to herself, enjoying the beautiful day. This is where she was meant to be. She loved listening to the cicadas strum and the rustling of animals around her. She loved the splash of the stream moving in harmony with the fish it called home. She just...loved being here.
With a sigh, she snapped her book closed, finishing a long and exciting chapter about werewolves and love. Perching herself up, she sat and stared into the undergrowth, watching a tiny little rabbit poke it’s head out. With a smile, Mon reached downwards in an act of acceptance and welcome, hoping the creature would find solace in her gesture. Curiously, the bunny hopped forward, sniffing her hand and eventually, bouncing up beside her. It searched around the rock a little and then cuddled up beside her leg to enjoy the sun with her. “You’re a cute one aren’t you?” She pet the rabbit between the ears, a smile so big it could crack her face plastered onto her. She sat there for a moment in silence, continuing to enjoy the day. With a start, the rabbit lurched awake at the sound of a gunshot in the air. It scrambled off the rock and into the undergrowth again. In the moment, Mon jumped too, irritated at the sudden noise and the disturbance of her peace. Without much thought, she jumped to her shoeless feet, dashing through the trees and towards the sound. She figured an animal had been injured and she had a feeling she knew who did it. Getting close to the source of the noise, she hid behind a thick oak trunk, watching Chester tie up the legs of a gorgeous fawn-coloured stag. Typical, he was at it again! She smirked, watching him turn a few times before realising he didn’t have anything with him to bring the body back. Picking up his rifle, he left the scene, jogging back to what was probably his sleeping place. Moving from behind the tree, she approached the poor creature, leaning down to pet his muzzle in an act of comfort. “It’s okay big guy.” In a moment of brilliance, she gave a short, low-toned whistle. After a short moment, a large brown bear appeared and she climbed a tree nearby while the bear spotted the body of the stag. A free meal was better than no meal. The bear, once having spotted the stag, sniffed it briefly and then dug in, happy for the food in it’s stomach. She attempted to stifle laughter when Chester walked back, wagon in hand, and froze at the sight. She could see the frustration on his face! Without a second thought, he left quickly and once he was gone, she burst into a fit of giggles. Serves him right!

#6. Maa-Maa (#137567) OC Archie

The tall, anthropomorphic lemur Archie sat daintily in a large, wiry willow tree, watching the funeral gatherers closely. The role of pathetic fallacy was clear as the rain poured down on the black umbrella’s of the group of 40 or so people, all huddled around the grave. It was cold, wet, and sad; a day perfect for making a funeral all the more depressing. The crows that often called the place home were all huddled under the tree with him, hoping to keep their wings dry for when the rain stopped. On days like this, regardless of the shitty weather, he preferred to be doing his job and watching the funeral, making sure everything went smoothly...from afar. He pulled some crackers from his thick black coat pocket, offering one to the crow perched closest to him. His tail flicked a few times as it got wet but the crow didn’t seem to care. It took a moment to look at Arc, probably because of his large white and black ears turning on his head, and then indulged. After the bird finished, Archie took off his hat for a moment and offered it to the bird. It happily hopped in, walked around for a few moments, and then hopped out, as if suddenly disinterested. He chuckled for a small moment, relishing in his love for the creature and turned his gaze back to the funeral. The priest had his head down, along with the crowd in what was most likely prayer. He took a look at his watch; the funeral had ended pretty much on time. He was grateful for the quick priest who didn’t waste a moment. Watching, he waited for prayer to end, relishing in the drizzling rain that had finally come to a stop. He closed his eyes, looking towards the sky to let the sun hit his face. Sitting there for a moment, he opened his eyes when he heard the crowd of people start to move. There was movement in the corner of his eye and he noticed a younger girl beneath him. This girl had ears like him, tall and white, but her face sported black patches. She looked like a tiny snow leopard cub, eyes wide and fixed on him. He flushed a little, shying away from the girl and hiding his face by his hat. “Why are you up in a tree?” The question hung in the air for a few seconds before Arc looked back at her. She had obviously been crying recently and was dressed in the same clothing as the others.
“This is where I watch. To make sure things go as planned.” He moved his hat up a bit to see the girl better and then began to climb down the tree. The majority of the funeral gatherers had left to the reception. It was just this girl and him. “You watch funerals?” she pondered, watching him land on the ground in front of her. He patted the top of the girls head, sweeping his tail behind him. “Something like that.”
He started towards the reception hall, turning back to gesture at the little girl to follow him. Without another word, she complied.

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Edited on 06/05/21 @ 07:55:44 by ✧ Jasper (Rose Gold Pie) (#131900)

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hi!! i'm back for more role bios if that's okay!! (eek- i tried putting it in a spoiler but for some reason it won't work, sorry!)

1. Adrieveiga #192596
2. https://www.lioden.com/territory.php - roles in question would be Heir, Lead Shamaness, Shamaness & Soothsayer
3. Heirs: relatively self explanatory, they're the upcoming king of the next generation. however, they're treated much like a Guardian is, though with some more special privileges because of the specific role they're meant to fulfill when their predecessor steps down. they're trained the hardest among any of the lions in the pride, their training going between training with the King, the Guardian and even some of the Queens and High Countesses. they're typically blood relatives of the king in some way; be it a direct lineage like father son, or slightly more stretched like a nephew or a cousin, though if a guardian or a cub from the outside proves himself to be worthy enough, he may take up the mantle instead.

Shamaness: lionesses chosen for this role often have somewhat of a knack for herbs; sourcing them, dying them, fermenting them and creating concoctions out of them. however, they themselves can't speak with the spirits or foretell the future unlike the Soothsayer, even with the use of herbal mixtures. there's normally a large amount of Shamanesses, only slightly less in numbers than Huntresses, and they typically take refuge in the Brood Caverns unlike most of their pride mates, the primary reason being that they serve as defenders of the Broodmothers, the young, elderly and the pregnant or nursing. more often than not, though, when there's few Broodmothers, some Shamanesses will take on the Broodmother role for the time being, and as such these two roles often work closely together as a result. However, they certainly know how to fight; taking very similar training as their Huntress sisters, almost the same, save for the fact that they also learn tidbits of being a proper Broodmother, and learn how to search and distinguish herbs from each other.

Lead Shamaness: similarly to the Lead Huntress, lionesses of this role often take charge over other Shamanesses and act as sort of 'managers'; informing each Shamaness of when they're low on a certain herb, or when a Shamaness needs to take on the role of Broodmother. they're typically only appointed this role when they're the eldest and most experienced of their caste, and normally there's only one or two Lead Shamanesses at any given time. no more, no less.

Soothsayer: this role can be given to anyone within the pride; a queen, guardian, huntress, even the king.. so long as they definitively have the ability to foretell the past, future, commune with the dead and higher beings though all of these abilities often come in at a later point in time. Normally this ability begins to bud in a lion during their late adolescence to young adulthood, though there are some late bloomers that discover they have this ability halfway through their life, and it's incredibly rare, but not unheard of, for a cub, even a newborn, to gain these supernatural abilities. They're often trained by the Lead Shamaness and the present Soothsayer if there is one, and their job is to determine what the future of the pride may hold, as well as preserve alliances with the ancestors and the higher beings. Because of their ability to speak with the deceased with ease, if anything were to happen in the pride that lead to the death of a pride member, they are often called upon to try reaching out to their deceased pride mate's soul or at the very least try to look into the past to the best of their ability. there's normally only ever one Soothsayer at any given time, and the role was put into place upon Vahalunn's rule after noticing some odd abilities in his cub, Unus Annus.
4. if there's anything that needs clarification, please let me know and i can try to clear stuff up! i think this would come to 1.2k if i'm correct?

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Edited on 14/11/20 @ 15:30:26 by Adrieveiga (#192596)

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Yes ofc! I'll put you down c:

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sweet, tysm!!

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eek i'm back again for more roles!!

1. Adrieveiga (#192596)
2. https://www.lioden.com/territory.php?id=192596 - the roles i'd like descriptions for would be Huntress, Lead Broodmother, Consort & Succubus
3. (if spoilers will work this time,,)

Lead Broodmother: these ladies are typically the best of the best as far as keeping track of their fellow pride mates that need supervision, especially cubs. if they weren't good at wrangling cubs and adults alike under their watchful eyes, then they wouldn't be Lead Broodmothers to begin with. they typically get along extremely well with the lead and normal Shamanesses, and to a point both roles play on one another; Shamanesses protect the young, ill and otherwise defenseless lions and treat them if they're ill or injured, while Broodmothers makre sure they stay where they are and keep a watchful eye over them, caring for them in the meanwhile. Lead Broodmothers, and Broodmothers in general, never leave the brood caverns, but in the case of a scenario when there's no other choice but to evacuate, the Lead Broodmothers are among some of the first that are allowed to leave to safety with as many cubs and lions as they can, as they are the most trusted with the cubs, adolescents and the elderly. Lead Broodmothers don't have to be older unlike most of the other lead roles, they just have to be exceptionally alert and have patience.

Huntress: Huntresses are best described as warrior hunters, while the Guardian would typically take care of problems like rogue lions trespassing or small bands of hyenas, they will assist him if they prove to be too much for the sub male or go on their own to face off against larger threats if they encroach on the territory, like hyena packs, vicious rhinoceros, hippopotamus.. the list goes on. when they aren't protecting the territory, though, they're sectioned into parties by the Lead Huntress(s) and sent off to, as their name states, hunt for food to bring back to their pride. whenever they have cubs, they unfortunately can't spend too much time bonding with them because of how demanding their role is, though they do thankfully get some bonding time when they're given breaks, or when their cubs are finally able to shadow the hunting parties as part of their training.

Consort: when an heir is picked, alongside their training he or she is also introduced to a number of different lions within the pride that are around the heir's own age and unrelated to them. if heir and lion form some type of connection, then that lion is from then on known as a Consort, and when the heir becomes the King or High Queen, then that Consort will become a Queen or a High Guardian depending on if the Consort is male or female. multiple Consorts may be picked, though if at any point the Consort no longer wishes to keep this role or does something that would make them no longer deserving of their rank, they are often stripped of their rank and either turned into a Huntress, Shamaness, Broodmother or sub male.

Succubus: you could kind of consider these gals to be the unspoken heroes of the pride. they're often either lionesses that are related to the current ruler in some way or lionesses that just don't want to deal with the trials that the other roles provide. one thing these ladies have in common, however, is that they're confident enough in both themselves and their bodies to readily flaunt to rulers of other prides and provide the service of carrying their cubs.. for a fee. and their confidence often comes without reason, either; many of these lionesses are gorgeous, not only in looks but in personality as well. Succubi often take shelter in a large cave famously known as the 'Succubi's Lair', located not far from the selling tree where other rulers may frequent.

4. thank you!! and again, if you need clarification on any of the roles, let me know!

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Edited on 24/11/20 @ 09:45:11 by Adrieveiga (#192596)

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2020-11-24 05:58:11

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Lol np. I'll get started ASAP!

(also tip, try using [] instead of < around your spoiler CSS. Ex: [*spoiler] TEXT [/*spoiler]. That should work <3)

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thank you!! (also omg i can't believe i kept using < instead of [ - this site using < for everything else has been throwing me off woops- thank you!!)

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Hi Jasper!

I saw your thread and I would love to ask you for a Lion Bio! Here is my form:

1. Mitsuki (#198285)
2. the link to the character: ♥ Akira ♥
3. their personality/the pride dynamic: Soft (Kind)
4. Anything else you think would help me grasp your character/pride!: I would love if you could come up with something relationated with her Decors and Personality

(right now she is a cubbin but when she grows up I will put her a crystal so she will be always show as a cubbin so that could be important too to make it all as if she was a cub and her perspective maybe? Not so sure

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@mitsuki For sure! How long would you like the Bio to be?

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Awesome!

and about how long just the 100 words are fine or as max 200 words?

Maybe like your first example, "Snippit of my novel", as max of words but would be perfect for the first 2 paragraphs as in lengtht, I love short bios than a longer ones

So something like that

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Edited on 30/11/20 @ 12:06:12 by Mitsuki (#198285)

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Sure! I'll start ASAP!

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Thank You!

I´m So Excited!

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1. Desiree #207920
2. Pride Dynamic: The pride’s strong and growing. The leaders neutral; he can sometimes be extremely mean and sometimes be extremely kind. Roles are basic(hunter&broodmother). The prides brave and kind except for the king sometimes.
Anything else you think would help me better grasp your character/Pride: I’m not that creative so if u have some ideas just add them