.BRYDI.Gender: Male
Rank desired: Cub
Char. Desc.: Brydi is a young male lion in every aspect of that description. He is grown a little bit, but is only a few weeks old, so his grey spots and tawny coat are still at odds with each other and have yet to fade into any more than a hint as to what he'll look like when he is older. His eyes have changed from their newborn blue to the same dark gold as his mother, but his limbs are still wobbly and his tail is nowhere near to gaining that characteristic tuft of an adult male. Being a young little thing, he is rambunctious and curious, and quite possibly more playful than he has any right to be. Nothing and no one is safe from his explorations and play, though they can easily escape his toothy ministrations by walking away. He is obedient, as any young cub needs to be to survive, but he can't help asking why he has to do things even as he does them. Thankfully for everyone's peace of mind, he is also still young enough to need even more sleep than an adult lion, and rarely keeps awake if he stays still too long.
Username In-game: Nemaisare
Role Play Sample: TAIL! Brydi rolled over as it swished passed him, batting out with an uncoordinated effort to catch the thing. It went unrewarded, that effort, but he bounced onto his paws anyway to straggle after the much older male as he walked by. The ground was hard on his pads, and hitting it with every bounce left him feeling shaken and dizzy, but he couldn't help himself. The male stopped soon enough, and he tumbled roughly to the ground behind him as he lay down, leaving his tail unprotected, for the moment. And that was all the invitation Brydi needed. Lifting himself back upright, he crouched low, wobbly in his balancing act as he glared at that dark fur not two steps in front of his face. And then, when he was absolutely certain he had his paws properly beneath him, he pounced. His eagerness carried his back end farther than his front end, and the young cub ended up flipping awkwardly with a tiny whoosh of air. And then his target flicked up and across, settling over his flank as he rushed to catch it with his sharp claws. Papa's tail...
