IROK {trial}

[Irok]

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NAME: Irok.
AGE: Sixteen.
GENDER: Female.

ALLIANCE: Seinavu Alliance.
PRIDE: Misru.
RANK: Shaman.

APPEARANCE:
FIRST FORM;
SECOND FORM;

PERSONALITY:
STRENGTHS; Witty, perceptive, soothing, endearing, subtle.
WEAKNESSES; Tease, deceitful, evasive, hasty, odd, simplistic.

HISTORY: She’s young, but in her few meager years she has become wise. Or, if not wise, then clever. The dame is an illegitimate child, and from it she’s learned a good sum about secrecy and deceit. Born from a Jaruc vixen and a Seinavu smoothtongue there had, inevitably, been a point where a self-induced miscarriage was a possibility. But, alas Babylon! The dear lives! The vixen was convinced to stay on Seinavu soil and the smoothtongue was convinced to drop his more… rambunctious and eh… loose ways and become the father, and now husband, he must be. Now, if only things had worked as they were planned, but there were flaws here… flaws indeed. One was the girl, the Jaruc deviant was missed by her pride and wondered about by her husband. For she had already had one before fiddling with Seinavu goods. She stayed on Seinavu in secret, to go back to Jaruc was not safe. She would definitely lose her child and perhaps her own life. To go outside of Jaruc lands and mingle so… intimately with someone not of Jaruc? Traitorous. And the smoothtongue? So suave? The problem was his infidelity… And before long this marriage thing was broken. Her father left, and a few years later her mother was found out by a few Jaruc mercenaries (the luck she had, for them being her kin) and was murdered. And a young Irok, at an age of only five or so was left, alone in the world, hopeless and helpless. Heh, nah. To be honest Irok wasn’t really wasn’t… ‘Her Parent’s Daughter’. To be brutally honest her mother was nothing more then a nice piece of ass. The lady was a pregnant dog, and had no motherly bone in her body to show. Far as her father, he was nothing more then a conniving deadbeat who had very little morals he clung to. Who she was close with since birth was her grandmother. Who was the previous oracle for the Misru pride. Grandmother was the one to take care of her, to help her, to teach her, to do all the things the two couldn’t, hadn’t, didn’t want to do. The lady who was ever nurturing and kind was one Irok had, and still does, cling to. Her rock in the world who keeps her on the ground and centered, their relationship is a warming one. A friendship and a love, and from the oracle has she learned her trade. To become a shaman is a great honor, if not more so for someone so young! She reaps the rewards of hardwork and discipline, the rewards of slaving over her tasks and natural ability. She is wise, and often then not considered much older then her actual age.

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[Baisu]

NAME: Baisu.
AGE: Immortal.
GENDER: Male.

ALLIANCE: Jaruc.
PRIDE: Without.
RANK: God.

APPEARANCE:
FIRST FORM;
SECOND FORM;

PERSONALITY:
STRENGTHS;
WEAKNESSES;

HISTORY:

[Because]

Because
The Old King

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NAME: Because.
AGE: Thirty one.
GENDER: Male.

ALLIANCE: Etisa.
PRIDE: Yaizux.
RANK: King.

APPEARANCE:
FIRST FORM; A lion is a lion, nay? With golden, coarse fur all about the body and a large, full, slightly matted mane. His body is well put together. Muscular though not to the point of extreme. Our gent is sturdy and often walks with a charming, humorous swagger. Yellowed eyes often reflect harmony and gentle-nature though, it isn't profound to see the slightly large creature irritable and nasty. A large lion he can hold his own, decent weight, strong and sinewy. He is a force to contend with and when enraged he proves it all the while. Body is marred with scars and the rest from years past and stories best left untold.
SECOND FORM; He stands a tall and proud 6'9 feet, clocking in a 350 pounds. He is a big boy, strong, lean, sturdy. He stands on his hinds and tells, in silence, of his strength, his might, his will and his quiet wisdom. He is a cunning beast, clever and mild, toying with his words and relaxed in his way and manner. His eyes are ever humble and kind, speaking of how he feels gladly, without concern. His openness is alarming to some and he knows it, but he understands that he has nothing to hide. Nothing worth hiding anymore. His secrets really aren't good ones. His mane is large and thick, his hair a bit more tidy, though still dark brown with different shades and hues. Burn marks scorch his forearms and scars line his hide. Painfully scripted tattoos swirl about his arms in bands and tribal language, as well as his finely sculpted, muscular chest. The black ink bares his sins, unflinching and unfleeting… becoming one with his flesh when he was more a wild beast. He wears the most basic of clothes.

PERSONALITY: He isn't a saint but he's not quite the devil, being so charismatic, how could he be? A seasoned traveler he is on the verge of being dubbed old… even if one could say he is 'young at heart'. Our gent is, on the norm, a serious, but laid back man. Someone reliable and dependable whose wisdom and ability to read others is quite extraordinary. With a bit of an accent he is noted as a foreign… He has a pleasant enough personality that is accompanied with confidence and, at times, deviously playful temperament. And yet, he is mighty enigmatic… secretive and deadly despite his formal and dashing ways… Very few anger him, and very few have really seen him in action… Though he is athletic [considering that most simply lay around] and capable of the feats of those younger then he, our gentlemen isn’t fond of exerting himself more then he has to. He is tolerating, but spiteful… able to state his position and receive what he wants, usually, in a nonabrasive way. He is well cultured and learned. A murderous sinner without any homes for redemption or forgiveness, even if he has changed quite a sum since his younger, more… exciting days. He is attentive to others and their emotions and needs, and is quite responsible for his actions and others. He is possessive, however, and very assertive, watchful, and protective of what he thinks is his. Despite the fact he contends otherwise he is rather strong in the ability to lead and command. The gentlemen is just that, a gentlemen who is respectful and courteous. Well mannered though he is perhaps a bit too warm and friendly and open about things then what others like… but nonetheless, nonetheless. The best way to describe him would be the first sentence spoken. He isn't a saint but not quite the devil.
STRENGTHS; Charming. Dependable. Intillgent. Warm. Perceptive.
WEAKNESSES; Enigmatic. Overly protective. Vicious. 'Careless'. Nosey.

HISTORY:

Man is free at the instant he wants to be.