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Description
Name:
Ilian

Nickname:
none

Species:
Liger

Subspecies:
Bengal tiger and African Lion

Mutation:
none

Age:
5 months

Born: December 18th 45 B.C.

Genetics:
Dominant
- Orange pelt - white ear dots - Long tail

Recessive
- Piebald - Stripes - Light Pink Nose - Heterochromia

Personality:
- Shy - This boy is very shy when you first meet him. Because of this he is normally quiet and reserved. But once you gain his trust and he becomes comfortable he can be quite the talker and lover
- Playful - Once you are considered a friend he is very playful and can be quite sassy.
- Stubborn - Don't tell him he can't do something because he will do his best to prove you wrong. Which can be very bad sometimes.
- Cuddly - Loves to cuddle with anyone he trusts even if they don't want to. He can sometimes be seen sneaking into other nests and cuddling up to sleep.

Rank:
Cub

Fighting Style:
None yet

Background:
Born inside the city of Massilia he was one of only a small litter of cubs to the tigress Rama. He doesn't remember much about his mother, only her smell and brief flashes of a smiling face and soft eyes. As soon as he was weened from his mother his owners sold him to the highest bidder, the likes of which resided in another city. So the humans stuck him in a plush cage, surrounded by pillows and given plenty of food and water. He remembered being afraid that day, everything in his short life being ripped away. He still knew very little about his mother... only her name Rama.

The rain pounded on top of his cage roof, flashes of lightning in the distance made the young cub nestle himself as deep into the pillows as he could. He watched as shadows moved around his cage and then chaos ensued. His cage jostled around as the horse that pulled him got spooked, his surroundings became a blur as the horse sped away from the ensuing battle, throwing the human driver from his perch. The young cub cried out and hunkered lower gluing his eyes shut. Tears began to stream down his face as the sound of wood on wood sounded, it must have been a bridge because the next thing he knew his stomach felt like it moved as he plummeted downwards. Freezing ice engulfed him and the young cub fought for his life. His cage still enveloped him as the boom of thunder assaulted his ears. The young liger almost gave up but he felt himself being lifted out of the cage and dared to open an eye, it hadn't been thunder he heard but a strong paw cracking open his cage.

Ilian blacked out from exhaustion and awoke to new surroundings a large body wrapped around his to keep him warm. After some rough patches Kiguara gained the young liger's trust.

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Relationship Guide

Uncertain

Neutral

Acquaintance

Friend

Close Friend

Best Friend

Attraction

Crush

Platonic Love

Romantic Love

Dislike

Hatred

Suspicious

Broken Bond

Jealous/Fear

Dead/Missing

Respect

Admiration

Mate
Mentor
(past) Mentor
Current Apprentice
Past Apprentice

Relationships:
- Rama - Birth Mother - OneLifeRemaining
- Kiguara - Adopted Father - KinuKito

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Roleplay Example
Can do more can do less, it depends on what I am given.
Makara’s nose crinkled as she was forcefully dragged into the decrepit prison which she assumed held captured empire cats. Letting out hisses she tried to struggle against the painful hold her enemy had against her. Her bright green eyes shiffted through the dim light as she was hefted backwards only to be thrown forcefully into a cage. Whipping around, her teeth bared, she tried to throw herself through the opening only to be knocked back again before the door was shut and locked.
The stench of many felines hit her nose even harder as she pulled herself away from the cage bars. Turning around in the small cage she caught a glimpse of another figure with her. She knew she had to be strong in order to survive so taking a small breath she steadied her voice. “Hello?” she whispered claws ready to slide out from their sheaths if needed.

Description
Name:
Ilian

Nickname:
none

Species:
Liger

Subspecies:
Bengal tiger and African Lion

Mutation:
none

Age:
5 months

Born: December 18th 45 B.C.

Genetics:
Dominant
- Orange pelt - white ear dots - Long tail

Recessive
- Piebald - Stripes - Light Pink Nose - Heterochromia

Personality:
- Shy - This boy is very shy when you first meet him. Because of this he is normally quiet and reserved. But once you gain his trust and he becomes comfortable he can be quite the talker and lover
- Playful - Once you are considered a friend he is very playful and can be quite sassy.
- Stubborn - Don't tell him he can't do something because he will do his best to prove you wrong. Which can be very bad sometimes.
- Cuddly - Loves to cuddle with anyone he trusts even if they don't want to. He can sometimes be seen sneaking into other nests and cuddling up to sleep.

Rank:
Cub

Fighting Style:
None yet

Background:
Born inside the city of Massilia he was one of only a small litter of cubs to the tigress Rama. He doesn't remember much about his mother, only her smell and brief flashes of a smiling face and soft eyes. As soon as he was weened from his mother his owners sold him to the highest bidder, the likes of which resided in another city. So the humans stuck him in a plush cage, surrounded by pillows and given plenty of food and water. He remembered being afraid that day, everything in his short life being ripped away. He still knew very little about his mother... only her name Rama.

The rain pounded on top of his cage roof, flashes of lightning in the distance made the young cub nestle himself as deep into the pillows as he could. He watched as shadows moved around his cage and then chaos ensued. His cage jostled around as the horse that pulled him got spooked, his surroundings became a blur as the horse sped away from the ensuing battle, throwing the human driver from his perch. The young cub cried out and hunkered lower gluing his eyes shut. Tears began to stream down his face as the sound of wood on wood sounded, it must have been a bridge because the next thing he knew his stomach felt like it moved as he plummeted downwards. Freezing ice engulfed him and the young cub fought for his life. His cage still enveloped him as the boom of thunder assaulted his ears. The young liger almost gave up but he felt himself being lifted out of the cage and dared to open an eye, it hadn't been thunder he heard but a strong paw cracking open his cage.

Ilian blacked out from exhaustion and awoke to new surroundings a large body wrapped around his to keep him warm. After some rough patches Kiguara gained the young liger's trust.

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Relationship Guide

Uncertain

Neutral

Acquaintance

Friend

Close Friend

Best Friend

Attraction

Crush

Platonic Love

Romantic Love

Dislike

Hatred

Suspicious

Broken Bond

Jealous/Fear

Dead/Missing

Respect

Admiration

Mate
Mentor
(past) Mentor
Current Apprentice
Past Apprentice

Relationships:
- Rama - Birth Mother - OneLifeRemaining
- Kiguara - Adopted Father - KinuKito

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Roleplay Example
Can do more can do less, it depends on what I am given.
Makara’s nose crinkled as she was forcefully dragged into the decrepit prison which she assumed held captured empire cats. Letting out hisses she tried to struggle against the painful hold her enemy had against her. Her bright green eyes shiffted through the dim light as she was hefted backwards only to be thrown forcefully into a cage. Whipping around, her teeth bared, she tried to throw herself through the opening only to be knocked back again before the door was shut and locked.
The stench of many felines hit her nose even harder as she pulled herself away from the cage bars. Turning around in the small cage she caught a glimpse of another figure with her. She knew she had to be strong in order to survive so taking a small breath she steadied her voice. “Hello?” she whispered claws ready to slide out from their sheaths if needed.