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Description
SUBJECT: AMBROSE

PUBLIC INFORMATION
aliases: ‘Bro, ‘Brose, Rose, Amb Bamb thank you Mam(b)
sex: male
species: lion

GENERAL INFORMATION
age: 6 years (as of July 2023)
gender: male (he/him)
rank: employed
date of birth: 14 April 44 BC (2017)
sexuality: undiscovered, on purpose
owner: the city

PHYSICALITIES
description of build: Ambrose is a huge, well muscled african lion. This pretty kitty has a full mane of fur, a wild mix of rich browns and sunny golds. He’s a stocky male, with a tail like a whip and a head like a cinderblock (with a brain to match). He’s very heavy on his paws, nearly maxing out the upper end of the average lion size. He has a simple brown and tan pelt, but makes up for what he lacks in flashy colors with his broad and stocky build– of which he is quite proud of.

fighting tactics: Brute strength is Ambrose’s number one method of attack. He hits hard enough that if he can get just one good hit in, typically the fight turns in his favor. Due to the nature of his employment, he is very well muscled, lending him great strength and flexibility in battle. Not that he sees much battle beyond training and coliseum matches!

genetics:
[dominant] Sandy coloration, back stripe, pink nose
[recessive] Green/blue eyes, two-tone mane, leg spotting
[carrier] brown mane, light sand coloration, white underbelly/point markings

EFFECTS
armor: n/a

personal items: to be added!

PERSONALITY
[ motivated ] [ confident ] [ showoff ] [ friend-oriented ] [ insecure ] [ misguided ] [ moody ]

[ motivated ]
“One more session, I know I can keep it up.”
Especially when it comes to physical challenges, Ambrose seems to burn through them. He’s the first one up in the morning, the first to arrive at work, the most focused in the room, and the list goes on and on.

[ confident ]
“Yeah, I’m not too worried ‘bout the likes of him.”
Am is a very self assured fellow. He’s never had a reason to doubt himself, falling naturally into his newfound career and filling the role easily. Not much has gone wrong in his life, and he’s a very stable individual because of it.

[ showoff ]
“Watch this maneuver!”
This lion is an attention seeker to his core. He tries to remain aloof and suave about it, but there’s no hiding his desire to be the coolest cat in the room. He loves to boast about what he can do, though of course his favorite way to boast is to show off what he can do.

[ friend-oriented ]
“C’mon bud let’s go into town and have some fun.”
A considerate, easygoing fellow, Ambrose loves to kick it back with his pals any chance he has. He gets up to many adventures simply by always being around those he would naturally go on adventures with. Ambrose is always down for a hangout or an excursion!

[ insecure ]
“Hey man, lay off it would you?”
Ambrose is… sensitive. A majority of his sensitivity comes from his insecurities, of which he has many. A large amount of his local fame and high standings with the gladiators he works with comes from the fact that he is the ‘perfect lion’. Big, strong, powerful, but also noble, respectable, a true status symbol of a feline. He’s afraid that if he doesn’t come across as the perfect lion he thinks he needs to be, others will like him way less.

[ misguided ]
“What, I thought that’s the way it worked?”
Well, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed by a longshot. While Ambrose is well-meaning, he is not well-endowed with knowledge. Sometimes, he acts on misinformation, and so often blunders through touchy social situations simply because he doesn’t understand that he’s even doing it. With a bit more direction, he could become more aware of it, but he sure isn’t going to find it on his own.

[ moody ]
“Just leave me aloneee, I’m tired.”
Having no real difficulties to put his world into perspective, the things that make Ambrose moody are usually quite senseless, and oftentimes funny. When he’s hungry or tired especially, he becomes a little less filtered and a little more huffy. Luckily, he’s not a violent fellow by nature, and can usually be cheered right up with a snack or a quick spar session. Or, of course– a nap.

HISTORY
[ early life ]
Ambrose was born the smallest of his litter, but did not remain little long. In the few short months before he was sold off, he doubled and doubled in size, surpassing the growth rate of his siblings enormously and shocking even the breeder. It was partly to do with genetics, and partly the fact that he was very good at setting boundaries at meal time.The transition from a well-fed cub to a lanky adolescent happened in the swish of a tail. Before he knew it, Ambrose had been snatched up by the human gladiator program, and had begun socializing with humans. He was taught to obey the boundaries set in place, and fed many treats throughout the process. Having been well-fed and well-treated, Ambrose grew to greatly enjoy his newfound profession. He was trained to spar with the human gladiators, to prepare them for the ring with the ‘real deal’. Oftentimes, these gladiators would be pitted against some of the less desirable occupants of the coliseum (though just as dangerous to a human– claws are claws no matter the feline), and they needed training to be able to handle themselves around big cats.

[ current day ]
As time passed, he grew steadily more reliable to the humans. He was proving to be a tough, but not painful tool for learning. But the human gladiators saw him as more than just a working animal, but also a sort of mascot. Because of his popularity, he's quite a well known feline in the area he works in-- at least by the humans. When it comes to feline connections, Ambrose found himself to be, in the kindest of wording, very lacking. He’s working on establishing himself into the feline community, as though he is a Massillon native, he has yet to make himself known to a lot of his neighbors. Camaraderie of all types is important to him, and the fact that he has gone so long solely focused on his career without much attention paid to other aspects of his life... well. It's certainly time to turn a new leaf. New cats can't be that scary, can they?

RELATIONS

[family]
“Pops”, dad, alive. City Faction.
“Mom”, mother, alive. City Faction.

EXTRA INFORMATION
lilacs
Ambrose always has a couple lilac petals in his mane fuzz, the gardens where he trains has an abundance of the plants and is frequently blooming, even at odd times in the year. As a result, he smells like lilacs as well. They’re also, of course, his favorite flower.

gym bro
Ambrose is like the feline equivalent of a modern day gym bro. Helping gladiators get in a workout means he’s pretty strong too, having to take on gladiators nearly daily.

ROLEPLAY
roleplay style:
Tolmi rolled off him, getting to her paws rather quickly after her body hit the dust. She shook herself thoroughly before sitting down to regard Zadar. "I'm fine, but technically you're dead." She replied, flashing him a grin. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a proper burial and everything."Her eyes danced with laughter, though she only let out a slight chuckle. "Though your mane will have to be cleaned a bit more before your funeral." She tilted her head, tail tip curling around her paws.

contact:
discord, notes. feel free to reach out in the comments or in my notes

Description
SUBJECT: AMBROSE

PUBLIC INFORMATION
aliases: ‘Bro, ‘Brose, Rose, Amb Bamb thank you Mam(b)
sex: male
species: lion

GENERAL INFORMATION
age: 6 years (as of July 2023)
gender: male (he/him)
rank: employed
date of birth: 14 April 44 BC (2017)
sexuality: undiscovered, on purpose
owner: the city

PHYSICALITIES
description of build: Ambrose is a huge, well muscled african lion. This pretty kitty has a full mane of fur, a wild mix of rich browns and sunny golds. He’s a stocky male, with a tail like a whip and a head like a cinderblock (with a brain to match). He’s very heavy on his paws, nearly maxing out the upper end of the average lion size. He has a simple brown and tan pelt, but makes up for what he lacks in flashy colors with his broad and stocky build– of which he is quite proud of.

fighting tactics: Brute strength is Ambrose’s number one method of attack. He hits hard enough that if he can get just one good hit in, typically the fight turns in his favor. Due to the nature of his employment, he is very well muscled, lending him great strength and flexibility in battle. Not that he sees much battle beyond training and coliseum matches!

genetics:
[dominant] Sandy coloration, back stripe, pink nose
[recessive] Green/blue eyes, two-tone mane, leg spotting
[carrier] brown mane, light sand coloration, white underbelly/point markings

EFFECTS
armor: n/a

personal items: to be added!

PERSONALITY
[ motivated ] [ confident ] [ showoff ] [ friend-oriented ] [ insecure ] [ misguided ] [ moody ]

[ motivated ]
“One more session, I know I can keep it up.”
Especially when it comes to physical challenges, Ambrose seems to burn through them. He’s the first one up in the morning, the first to arrive at work, the most focused in the room, and the list goes on and on.

[ confident ]
“Yeah, I’m not too worried ‘bout the likes of him.”
Am is a very self assured fellow. He’s never had a reason to doubt himself, falling naturally into his newfound career and filling the role easily. Not much has gone wrong in his life, and he’s a very stable individual because of it.

[ showoff ]
“Watch this maneuver!”
This lion is an attention seeker to his core. He tries to remain aloof and suave about it, but there’s no hiding his desire to be the coolest cat in the room. He loves to boast about what he can do, though of course his favorite way to boast is to show off what he can do.

[ friend-oriented ]
“C’mon bud let’s go into town and have some fun.”
A considerate, easygoing fellow, Ambrose loves to kick it back with his pals any chance he has. He gets up to many adventures simply by always being around those he would naturally go on adventures with. Ambrose is always down for a hangout or an excursion!

[ insecure ]
“Hey man, lay off it would you?”
Ambrose is… sensitive. A majority of his sensitivity comes from his insecurities, of which he has many. A large amount of his local fame and high standings with the gladiators he works with comes from the fact that he is the ‘perfect lion’. Big, strong, powerful, but also noble, respectable, a true status symbol of a feline. He’s afraid that if he doesn’t come across as the perfect lion he thinks he needs to be, others will like him way less.

[ misguided ]
“What, I thought that’s the way it worked?”
Well, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed by a longshot. While Ambrose is well-meaning, he is not well-endowed with knowledge. Sometimes, he acts on misinformation, and so often blunders through touchy social situations simply because he doesn’t understand that he’s even doing it. With a bit more direction, he could become more aware of it, but he sure isn’t going to find it on his own.

[ moody ]
“Just leave me aloneee, I’m tired.”
Having no real difficulties to put his world into perspective, the things that make Ambrose moody are usually quite senseless, and oftentimes funny. When he’s hungry or tired especially, he becomes a little less filtered and a little more huffy. Luckily, he’s not a violent fellow by nature, and can usually be cheered right up with a snack or a quick spar session. Or, of course– a nap.

HISTORY
[ early life ]
Ambrose was born the smallest of his litter, but did not remain little long. In the few short months before he was sold off, he doubled and doubled in size, surpassing the growth rate of his siblings enormously and shocking even the breeder. It was partly to do with genetics, and partly the fact that he was very good at setting boundaries at meal time.The transition from a well-fed cub to a lanky adolescent happened in the swish of a tail. Before he knew it, Ambrose had been snatched up by the human gladiator program, and had begun socializing with humans. He was taught to obey the boundaries set in place, and fed many treats throughout the process. Having been well-fed and well-treated, Ambrose grew to greatly enjoy his newfound profession. He was trained to spar with the human gladiators, to prepare them for the ring with the ‘real deal’. Oftentimes, these gladiators would be pitted against some of the less desirable occupants of the coliseum (though just as dangerous to a human– claws are claws no matter the feline), and they needed training to be able to handle themselves around big cats.

[ current day ]
As time passed, he grew steadily more reliable to the humans. He was proving to be a tough, but not painful tool for learning. But the human gladiators saw him as more than just a working animal, but also a sort of mascot. Because of his popularity, he's quite a well known feline in the area he works in-- at least by the humans. When it comes to feline connections, Ambrose found himself to be, in the kindest of wording, very lacking. He’s working on establishing himself into the feline community, as though he is a Massillon native, he has yet to make himself known to a lot of his neighbors. Camaraderie of all types is important to him, and the fact that he has gone so long solely focused on his career without much attention paid to other aspects of his life... well. It's certainly time to turn a new leaf. New cats can't be that scary, can they?

RELATIONS

[family]
“Pops”, dad, alive. City Faction.
“Mom”, mother, alive. City Faction.

EXTRA INFORMATION
lilacs
Ambrose always has a couple lilac petals in his mane fuzz, the gardens where he trains has an abundance of the plants and is frequently blooming, even at odd times in the year. As a result, he smells like lilacs as well. They’re also, of course, his favorite flower.

gym bro
Ambrose is like the feline equivalent of a modern day gym bro. Helping gladiators get in a workout means he’s pretty strong too, having to take on gladiators nearly daily.

ROLEPLAY
roleplay style:
Tolmi rolled off him, getting to her paws rather quickly after her body hit the dust. She shook herself thoroughly before sitting down to regard Zadar. "I'm fine, but technically you're dead." She replied, flashing him a grin. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a proper burial and everything."Her eyes danced with laughter, though she only let out a slight chuckle. "Though your mane will have to be cleaned a bit more before your funeral." She tilted her head, tail tip curling around her paws.

contact:
discord, notes. feel free to reach out in the comments or in my notes