.: Asita :.
.: Male :.
.: 5 Years :.
.: Warrior :.
.: Asita is a born warrior and loves the thrill of a battle. One major fault, is that in the throws of a fight he can become blood thirsty; seeming to forget himself and those around him. Once in that position, it's difficult to bring him out of that berserk mind set, though normally a solid command from a familiar voice will "wake him up". Though tactically minded, he would much prefer violence to diplomatic solutions. Despite those ideals, he is a loyal male to his pride, and obeys orders to the best of his abilities. No matter if he agrees with them or not. He does feels awkward around cubs, and is not exactly sure how to react to them. :.
.: History :.
Born to the Teipen Pride, Asita had a fairly average cub-hood growing up. He wrestled with the other youths, played over his mother's back, and lounged beneath the shade of great Savannah trees. Then, when his mane started to grow in, he learned a small hint about hunting before the pride lord chased him from his home, along with the another male that posed a potential threat to the matriarch's rule. Together, the two traveled across the lands, giving their old territory a wide birth. Asita's pride mate did not last long however, and after a mere moon, the young male found himself alone. Many more moons would go by, though the instinct for a pride, for something to protect, never left him. Until finally, he came upon a small troupe of bachelors, and after engaging in a fight with one member as a sort of initiation, joined their ranks. From there Asita grew up among these violent warriors, engaging in daily duels and near deadly spars. It was a life he would have stayed in, but for one thing. The instinctual urge, the need to protect and serve, was unfulfilled. In all honesty, he had resolved himself to a life with the bachelor group, until during their wanderings, they stumbled upon the Gogunatvi pride territory. Asita found himself fascinated, and while his brothers turned away, he moved forward to explore this pride with the unique smell. The rest, as the say in cliche, is history.
.: Roleplay Sample [Literacy be the key. <3] :.
It was amazing, this sensation that numbed his limbs and heated his blood. Flooding his thoughts, washing out all coherency until all he could focus on were simple action and reaction. But he could still feel. A blessedly wonderful sensation of senses! The tear as his claws latched onto his enemies hide, the violent tug as they retaliated, sending an electric surge up his spine that he barely registered as pain. Then came the satisfaction of fangs finding hold beneath the enemy's mane, and the metallic taste of a red life source. His opponent released an enraged snarl, the sound burning amusement in the attackers heated ears, as all his strength was used to pull the other beast from his paws. There was movement from his right side, and the warrior released his hold, turning to swipe at what had approached him. Those hooked claws made contact with the side of the creatures head, before he turned back to his enemy. Yet his opponent was already gone from his paws, sprinting away and leaving a trail of liquid rubies in his wake. The warrior whipped back around, a snarl baring witness to each individual scythe-like fang, at the creature that had dared interrupt his fight.
Muscles taught, he prepared to spring, before a voice snarled and reached through his thoughts, "Asita!" Asita froze, pale eyes blinking in momentary confusion, before beaded black pupils contracted and focus returned to his gaze. The beast his paw had laid contact with, had been another member of the pride. The large warrior gave his voluminous wheat-kissed mane a shake, causing the long hairs to sway from one side of his neck to the other, before his head dipped towards the one he had attacked by mistake, "My apologies," he spoke, voice as deep as the earth, and as hard touched as gravel. Though the words had certainly been sincere. Tufted tail flicking as a pendulum from side to side, Asita rose and surveyed the bloody scene of the battle that had just taken place. He felt no remorse for the blood stained earth or those that had been injured, his own wounds stinging against the bite of a passing breeze. The only disappointment the warrior had, was that it had to end so soon.
:B I read the rules, derpherpferp! :B
And if he's accepted, I can send his screenshot in later tonight.
I typed up this application at work, hence why it took so long to send. XD
Sorry about that.~
