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Your in-game name: FoxfangPitbull
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Lion's name: Shungi
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Gender: Female
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Age: Adult (Young)
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Preferred rank: Soldier
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Character's bio: Shungi is in a word: Blunt. She knows the facts and if she doesn't, she'll get the facts. She's not one to show anger quickly and her fury is often hidden beneath a rising wave of sarcasm. In her normal day-to day mode, this lioness is quiet and observant, almost cold, but when with freinds, she lightens up just a tad. She has a dry sense of humour and it seems almost impossible to get into her "good books" or to be "liked" by her, when in fact, she openly admits "I hate everyone equally." How you choose to take that is up to you. It's rare for her to raise her voice to to swear, she's not the most motherly of lionesses in fact it's porbably unwise to leave your cubs with her, she might just leave them. Despite this, she yearns to have a cub of her own to raise, but not in the motherly sense but to raise this cub to be wise to the world from an early age and know how to fight, live and also love. Shungi prides herself on her dark coat but does not speak openly of it since she has seen others' with darker coats. She is world-wise and savvy. Not a creature to be messed with.
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RP sample: She glided out of the water as silently as death itself, light green splinters glowed from her skull as she pulled herself smoothly from the water. Now her musculatur could be seen moving freely under her skin. Movements silent and expression vacant. The lioness' name was Shungi. She resembled an otter with her sleekness. Head lowered, she surged up the bank, pawpads leaving wet indenations in the soil. Pushing through some undergrowth, she emerged, steaming.
She headed stright for the main body of the pride, not trotting but moving at a fast, steady and powerful walk. It was the easiest way for her to dry off. Ears laid back agaisnt her neck and body in that of a hunter, that's how she walked, that was the uniqueness of Shungi. When this cat moved, you took notice and you got out of the way and you did so fast.
Her broad chest pushed through whatever undergrowth she came into contact with, passing through as if she was ghost or the foligage wasn't there. Tail whiplashing at random intervals as she walked back to her pride, eyes still narrowed.
