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Shashan
Nemai
Gender: Female
Breed: Cave-lion
Appearance: Shashan is a large feline, with heavy muscle and the general solid build of nearly all big cats. Her predominant colouring is a pale white that often looks more blue than colourless, and she has a few darker areas on her coat that are more towards cream or beige. Her stomach and throat, as well as her tail tip are marked and her face has distinct stripes along the sides of her muzzle and coming from the corners of her eyes, as with many modern day cats. She has a few nicks in her ears and some scars hidden by her thick coat, but all in all, she appears quite healthy, if a little on the older side. One, more noteable feature is a broken canine on the left side of her jaw. The lower one.
Personality: As a more mature cat, Shashan is reserved and exceedingly polite. She has an old-style manner of speech and a certain preference for personal space when moody that anyone who stays near her for long will come to realise. Despite her fastidious mannerisms, and growing old age, she is still as sharp as a tack and determined to prove that she isn't to be counted out of the running yet! She is not afraid of a little physical contact and has the experience to back her in a fight or a hunt should she need it. Of course, being a well-bred cat, she is also quite happy to laze about and snooze in whatever pocket of warmth she can find, and, should she be in a good mood, she is not above pressing herself as near to another as she can, claiming that her old bones need all the heat they can get. She has a habit of keeping her values one-sided in that she can do something she won't appreciate in others. But if anyone tries to bring that up, they'd better be out of reach of her paw. She is by no means violent, but a good cuff never hurt anyone, it just learns them to respect their betters.
Likes: Warmth, settled company, cubs that listen when she asks them to stop bothering her, doing her duty well
Dislikes: Having her advice (asked for or not) ignored, not being recognised when she does good work, impolite people, having
her space
Fears: Becoming a burden
Biography: Shashan grew up in a small pride during a time when the weather was changing drastically, and, being female, had no need to worry about anything beyond learning how to hunt well with many. She was a rambunctious youth, but mellowed out nicely, and she and her siblings made a good team when they grew up. They were raised to know their place and their purpose and to see that they kept to the rules. She has, ever since, been quite conscientious about following guidelines that are set before her. Her father was forced from the pride when she was 3, having grown too old to keep his place, and Shashan realised then what growing old meant, and she has hoped that that will never happen to her. She raised her first litter shortly after that, becoming a proud mother of three and suddenly finding herself with babysitting duty more than she ever wanted.
Since that time, she has raised two more litters into adulthood, lost another and watched her young suffer when another male came to take over her pride. She has fought for her food against wolves and man and bears and other lions and she has fought a few battles to keep their land. But when the climate finally took a turn for the terrible and the food grew scarce, she and another, younger, female left the territory in the hopes that her young would survive better with two less mouths to feed and that they would find good hunting ground of their own, along with another male, somewhere else. The journey took them far, and wore through the pads of their feet, but eventually, they found themselves adrift on an ice floe, too weak to try the swim back to shore, and when it finally touched land again, Shashan woke to find her dead and herself upon Asper's shore.
Rank Wanted: Outrider? Maybe... She isn't that fast but I don't want to add to the long warrior list.
Roleplay Sample: Grumbling sulkily to herself as she settled into her favourite corner of a small cave, Shashan flicked her ragged ears at the light huff that sounded near her. But she paid it no heed. Let the youngsters complain that she'd stolen their place, for the third time in as many nights. She believed they'd learn the lesson eventually, she'd claimed this place before they were born, and if they wished to lie here, then they would have to wait until she was asleep before coming to join her. Foolish cubs, no patience, these days... And the dogs! Hardly any better! But at least the adults of their kind were respectful. The pale lion bared a tooth lazily at the youngsters to settle them down, then began her daily ritual of cleaning, scraping her tongue roughly through the fur about her paws first, and digging away the ice crystals that had gathered there on her walk. Her tail twitched idly as she did so, and she would pause, now and again, to lift her head and look about, being certain that the cave remained a safe environment for them to stay in. It had the musty smell of bear about it, though the musk was faint enough that she doubted it would be any trouble.
