.: Afer Ventus :.
Meaning "African wind".: Gender -- Male :.
.: Age -- One Year :.
.: Desired Rank -- Apprentice :.
.: Personality :.
Despite being something of an introvert, Rigel tends to be packed with energy. Always on his toes with a mind set to overdrive, it takes a lot of guts to contend with him. Unfortunately, this energy is spent fleeing from people and Pokemon and being pissed at the world and everything in it. He comes off as a pessimist to most, despite having such a chipper demeanor. In truth, he's generally a happy guy until you get him on a topic he does not like, or you try to earn his trust when he clearly does not want anything to do with you. Not many tend to gravitate towards his odd persona, and because of this, he has very few -- if any -- friends. That does not mean his is antisocial. He doesn't like being alone (in fact, it's a fear). No, he likes companionship. It's just complicated and can easily reach personal levels when explained.
.: History :.
Unlike most lions, Ven was not born on the African savannah. In fact, he isn't even
native to Africa. He was born in the United States, in a program meant to rehabilitate and release Africa's greatest cats back into their natural habitat. His mother had been scheduled to be released shortly after her cubs were born. In a matter of months, she delivered. Ven was among the set and was named Afer Ventus, or "African wind", by the humans that ran the program. Of course, he learned very little of these humans due to being shipped half way across the world to Africa. Weeks passed and the voyage soon came to an end.
Ven found himself in a strange new world one morning. Not that he cared much at his age. He didn't even show much curiosity. He usually sat beneath one of the trees, watching the enormous animals roam the plains while his family tried to adjust. His mother expertly directed the escapade, having been born in the wild a handful of years before. It took her some time to remember the tricks and trades of the wild, but soon, her cubs were running about and learning like normal cubs. Except Ven, of course. For some reason, the young male simply refused to hunt. How could he? He was used to the food already being dead and thrown to him. Hunting was a foreign concept to him. How his siblings grasped it with ease was beyond him. About a month into his new life, however, he started to pull his weight, even if it was with great reluctance.
His reluctance would eventually be rewarded.
His mother led her cubs to the outskirts of their small territory, stealthily tracking a herd of zebra. Once the lot of them were in range, one of his siblings took the helm, targeting a foal. The herd, panicked, kicked up a storm of dust and debris. The family gave chase -- except Ven who slipped away from his position to rest beneath the shade of a rock, neglecting his duties. Upon hearing the stampeding hooves, he climbed to the top of the rock in time to see his mother trampled. She had made a fatal mistake, having her cubs try to take down such large prey. But then again, she had been held in captivity for quite some time, and it's quite possible she had been a bit too enthralled by the thrill of the hunt...
Ven was left to wander, alone, yearning for his dear family. Eventually, he came across the Gogunatvi. One could only imagine what happened next.
.: Roleplay Sample :.
Dawn. The time of day when older males just loved to sleep through. Despite the fiery disc that began to climb its apex, many of the pride were still locked in a seemingly endless dream. But Ven... Ven was wide awake, not one to succumb to sleep like others of his gender. He particularly liked the dawn, and the warmth the sun brought. He preferred to bask in its other-worldly, tawny glow. It brought some sort of solace to the youth, as if some sort of intangible spirit was gracing its fingers over his hide in an inviting manner.
Closing his eyes, he let his mind flounder upon past events. Zebras. Their meat had become rather distasteful since that day. Shaking his head vigorously, he awoke from the horrid reverie and gazed upon the snoozing bodies of the other lions scattered here and there, disorganized. Plucking himself from where he sat, he exited the small cave they called 'home' and meandered into the open. All around him, things were alive; birds sent a cacophony of discord into the air, the squeals of young hogs sounded, and the last frantic wingbeats of bats whispered overhead. He shifted his focus to those fleeting, flying mammals as they sought refuse of their mountainside cave just a few miles away.
I read the rules, herpderpferp!
'Herpderpferp'. What a fun phrase.
