Post by portal on May 26, 2019 9:15:10 GMT
Iseult Art by Noly <3 the basics Iseult• nicknames • Ise (pronounced "Is"), Izzy/Issy, La Lune, Roho (ghost) age • Two and a half years old primary standing • Wandering rogue secondary standing • Snarky healer faction • Unaffiliated species • African lion gender • Genderfluid: uses she/them pronouns sexuality • Homosexual the appearance orgin • TLK OC/BG chara height and weight • 1M/3"3', 253LBS/115kg overall appearance • Iseult, for the most part, is your average lioness. They're around the usual height and weight expected for their age. However, that is where the similarities between them and the average lion begin and end. Due to a genetic mutation on her mother's side, Iseult was born with a silver pelt, almost resembling the light of the moon, Furthermore, Iseult's mouth is almost always curled in a scowl- mostly due to her eternal grumpiness...And her near constant irritation at everyone. Subsequently, it has been speculated that she suffers from an extreme case of Resting Bitch Face, which is absolutely true. the personality likes • isolation, silence, being alone, sunbathing, dislikes • crowds, rogue males, loud creatures/people, being forced to interact with overly extroverted creatures/people, unnecessary gatherings and did I mention rogue males? Small talk. strengths • adaptable, durable, roasting skills, weaknesses • Nihilistic, abilities • Healing knowledge/skills (albeit very basic), can hunt for themself and can come up with a good roast. Or three. dreams • To be left alone, maybe get a gf and settle down one day...And maybe not get caught in the crossfires of the war. fears • being forgotten, massive social situations, crowds, large groups overall personality • Due to her upbringing and the nature of her early life, Iseult is unsurprisingly a prickly person with a very cold and bitter exterior, who often does not trust easily. Of course, her grumpy, cynical and sarcastic nature does not help when interacting with others in the slightest. And honestly? They quite like it that way. Being an antisocial introvert through and through, Iseult despises most forms of interaction (especially small talk), infinitely preferring her own company and her own thoughts as opposed to that of others. However, if one somehow does manage to break her harsh exterior Iseult will gradually warm up to them over time- of course, don't expect them to want to swap secrets and swear to be friends overnight. If anything, they'll treat them like an acquaintance and be polite (as best as she can given her snarky demeanour). Additionally, Iseult is not a forgiving creature. Forgive and forget? No. She follows the philosophy of "resent and remember". Unsurprisingly she tends to absolutely destroy bridges with those she considers enemies and good luck even trying to convince her to give someone a second chance. But interestingly enough, Iseult is surprisingly weak at the knees when it comes to romance. She is very easy to fluster and absolutely weak for pretty girls. In other words, Iseult is the very epitome of the "Disaster Gay"- in fact, just put her in front of any pretty feline and just watch her unravel. the history father • Mau, adult, (dead), biological father + Yaani, adult, (alive) mother • Aloi, adult, (alive), + Tumaini, adult, (alive), biological mother siblings • Two younger siblings (coming soon to a wanted ad near you) important people • Kuponya (mentor), Hatari (adopted mother) overall history • Truth be told, Iseult was not a Pridelander. She had been born to a quartet of rogues, quite literally in the middle of nowhere. Less than five minutes old, her parents had already fallen deeply in love with their darling daughter- their little moon. As they grew, Iseult was more than happy to be their parents’ (then) only child. They happily soaked up any and all affection and lessons. Despite this, Iseult ran away from interacting with cubs her age (or those around her age) screaming. To them, they were far too loud. And rowdy. And stupid. Subsequently she never felt a pull to get know them, preferring her own company infinitely more than others’. It was no surprise her parents were shocked their child displayed the extroverted tendencies cubs were known for. Her mother, Aloi, persuaded her mates otherwise. “Iseult is still growing”, she had said, “They’ll pick it up in due time”. Due to their family’s situation, it was necessary to adapt lest the group perish. As such, it was no surprise that Iseult was expected to quickly learn how to live on the road. As a result of inheriting such a unique pelt, Iseult tended to rather unfortunately stick out amongst the golden and brown grasses of the African plains and so, she was always forced to strike first. A conflict between them and a rogue male had resulted in Mau’s death, her mothers wounded and Yaani separated. Aloi had understood she and Tumaini had a ticking clock placed upon them. It would only be a matter of time before their wounds would become infected and they would get progressively sicker. But Iseult? Oh, their moon child was doomed. They were barely even an adolescent, they could barely hunt… She needed to be taught. She needed to be taken care of…She needed another mother. So with a heavy heart, the two left their mate behind and travelled to the Pridelands- hoping to find a suitable surrogate mother for their daughter. Instead, the two had almost fainted at the border, absolutely exhausted. As such, Iseult instead left her parents and took up the remainder of the journey herself. The cub refused to let herself say goodbye, knowing she wouldn’t want to leave their sides if she did. It had taken about three days for her to be found. However, they weren’t who the lion expected. Instead of coming face to face with a lioness, she had come face to face with a baboon: a healer. Iseult had wandered too close to Kuponya’s tree and needless to say, she did not like it- initially intending to scare her off. However, they instead felt pity for Iseult and instead offered to take her in…At least until she could find someone to permanently look after Iseult. The lion, while apprehensive of the offer, hesitantly accepted it. Desperate times called for desperate measures. However, she didn’t expect to get attached to Kuponya, and so quickly too… Initially, Iseult had only expected her to stay with her for a few days- maybe even a couple of weeks- before trying to “accidentally” encounter one of the King’s lionesses. But even after she had been adopted and unofficially welcomed into Mufasa’s Pride, Iseult still found herself going to Kuponya’s tree. She preferred the company of the easy-going baboon infinitely more than that of the pridelander lioness, who often bent over backwards trying to include her in everything. Kuponya, however, was surprisingly charmed at the silver lion’s behaviour and decided to take her under her wing. “You showed up here after all,” Kuponya had stated, “Might as well teach you something of use”. Although Iseult would never admit it, they absolutely adored the healing lessons and often snuck off to their mentor’s tree whenever their mother suspended hunting lessons. Life had finally settled down and Iseult found herself quite liking it. It was a much needed change of pace from the constant movement of her old life. Granted, there were some occasions where they practically felt the call to leave and explore, her wild blood absolutely singing to travel. But each time, Iseult always stopped at the Pridelands border and returned home, reminding herself that she had found something good. She was fed there, looked after and had security. Why the fuck would she give any of that up? However, everything completely changed when Mufasa returned from the dead…Very, very much alive. Almost immediately, Scar and his followers were exiled while the true king was restored to his former throne (and glory). As such, a schism occurred within the Pride. And Iseult had no plans on joining either side. Despite spending majority of her adolescence within the Pridelands, she hadn’t fostered towards any loyalty to the place or its inhabitants. It was just another stop on a long, long, long journey. Additionally, Iseult was no longer a scrawny cub. They had grown into adult during that time (being over a year and a half old) and so they could easily feed themself and protect themself- there was no need to rely on others for that. So after a long conversation with her mother that ultimately ended in both lionesses burning their bridges and a (tearful) follow up with her mentor, Iseult left the Pridelands. Months later Iseult lost her hind leg in a fight with a rogue, protecting her kill that they had poached. The fight was long and arduous, with both parties laying blow after blow on each other. But by the time the fight was over the damage was done, with the rogue having lost an eye and Iseult losing her hind leg. The rogue male shortly left, thinking vultures would eventually come to pick her carcass, while Iseult was stuck. She was unable to move without being in excruciating pain, much to her fury. Other rogues passing through assumed the wound would become infected and subsequently make them weak before they eventually died. Somehow Iseult survived. By a sheer miracle, her injury had somehow avoided being infected and needless to say, Iseult was beyond relieved. But then their next problem lay ahead- they needed to treat it…And preferably eleviate the pain simultaneously. Practically inching her way over to the closest pincushion tree, the lion scraped the bark off as best as she could. She chewed it up, making a make-shift salve of sorts, and applied it to her stub. Granted, it took forever before the pain even began to subside: with Iseult having to regularly apply her salve. But finally, her injury started to heal. However, it wasn’t over just yet. Now that the recovery process was starting to undertake, Iseult would have to learn how to walk and hunt with only three legs. It was an agonisingly long journey- with it taking months, at least, for her to even move like she used to. Rumours began to circulate about the lioness who faced death and lived. They called her “Roho”, an angry thing still bound by the rules of life. An angry thing who possessed a pelt of moonlight; of which would be their prey’s last sight. An angry thing that still walked the earth, haunting it. If anything, Iseult found herself amused by the rumours and that some were so idiotic to believe them. But still, they decided to humour them: perhaps she would finally be alone and free from ever interacting with rogue males. Iseult was a ghost, an allusive “angry” creature. How fitting. the role player alias • Portal age • seventeen pronouns • she/her other characters • NA |
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