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- Lion's name: Behemoth
- Gender: Male
- Age: Adult
- Preferred rank: Hunter or Soldier
- Character: Behemoth grew up in a family of lions in the Serengheti. He had a rough childhood, because rival prides constantly fought for space, food, shelter, water, and many other things. He grew up as the family breadwinner, bringing home food and constantly using his abnormal size to kill members of opposing prides. He also had many family friends, who grew up with him, and helped his family, but that would all change. One day, his entire family was slaughtered, and his friends were the only people he had left. Until he met Mary. Mary was a young female lion cub, growing up in the same world that he had, and had become separated from her family in the giant battle. So, Behemoth took it upon himself to save the child from harm, and brought her far across the Serengheti, and back to her parents. He had to kill all of his best friends along the way, because at times each and every one of them needed food... and chose to try and eat Mary. They met a brutal death, torn limb from limb, thrown up in trees for the vultures, and some where even found headless. after returning Mary home, Behemoth began a large journey to find his purpose, and he have just found it with the Black Soul Pride.
Behemoth is very silent and loyal. He will often do as he is asked, unless it is against his morals, which are nearly non-existant. He is also a fairly good swimmer, because he had to become one in order to avoid being killed by rival lions. He has massive physical strength and endurance, which comes in handy when he kills animals and intruders.
- RP sample:
Behemoth observed the massive expanse of the Serengheti from above. Herds of wildebeest trampled the flat savannah land below, on their way to the local, silty, pond where even Behemoth knew there were crocs waiting. "My, what a desolate land..." he thought to himself as he turned his head towards the murky pond. The wildebeest had made it over to the pond's edge, and Behemoth watched without emotion as the stupid creatures were snapped from the shore and dragged to the deadly depths of the pond by the crocs. He then remembered what his father had said to him as a child. "Son, you are going to learn fairly quickly that this is a lion-eat-lion world. Things die all the time. New things are borne into this world, and the cycle continues without meaning or purpose. It just... happens..." This left Behemoth with a terrible thought. "Does this mean... that my life... is without purpose? It will... simply unfold before my very eyes? A cycle in which I am doomed to follow?" He then turned his massive noggin towards a young lion, plodding it's way across the savannah. It's fur was caked with dust, and it appeared to be ready to fall down at any moment. Behemoth's brow furrowed. "Who is that?" he asked himself, as he rushed down the enourmous slope, kicking up clouds of dust with his giant paws towards the now sobbing cub, "is saving her my purpose?"
