Post by Kosmo on May 28, 2019 17:32:48 GMT
Requesting Scar from The Lion King
"Scar! Hey Scar! The enemy! They're coming! What should-"
An irritable glance and upraised paw silenced the hyena as effectively as squeezing by the throat would have. The black-maned lion's cold green eyes narrowed as he considered how best to handle this sudden development. Fatigue was widespread among the ranks of the Cursed Thorns, with many badly in need of rest. As he mulled things over, Zira padded up silently beside him, and he glanced at her as a plan began to form.
"Rouse out strongest, least weary troops, and set them to rolling boulders down the mountainside. Make sure they understand to keep their distance. Any human with guns, bows, and the like, have them spread out and keep our enemies's heads down," he ordered as a cruel grin appeared on his face. "Have them aim for wounding shots. Now go!"
As she bounded off, he gazed upward at Maleficent's fortress, towering above them, then back down the slope as the Enchanted Suns troops began their ascent. This was a bold move on their part, and their timing was disturbingly effective. Immediately his thoughts turned to the possibility of a spy in their ranks. It was possible this was merely the result of foolish, heroic nonsense and sheer bad luck, but he'd believe that only when he was certain there was no spy.
But that was a matter for after this affair was concluded. He rounded on the rest of the troops nearby, a calm but cold look on his face. "The rest of you, take cover in the rocks. Let our foes get close enough for claws and fangs, then strike. I know you're tired, but they'll be weary from the climb and the..." he paused for a moment as a boulder suddenly went tumbling down the mountainside with a loud, grating rumble, and chuckled before continuing. "The little gifts we're sending their way. Be ready to strike on my signal."
He glanced up at the fortress for a moment, wondering if Maleficent would offer her aid in the battle, then dismissed the thought. She shouldn't have to. His troops were weary, but the long climb up the mountains would tire their enemies out as well. And his troops had time to sit and wait, and rest a bit, before the fighting began in earnest.
He crept to the edge of the mountain, and peered down, grinning as his troops harassed the approaching Suns soldiers.
"What kind of leader are you?"
Scar is exceptionally cunning and intelligent, and can be quite charming and charismatic when it suits him. He expects orders he gives to be carried out swiftly and completely, and has little patience for failure, though he can be persuaded to allow a second chance. Third chances are virtually nonexistent. He is patient and calculating, capable of making plans that span years before coming to fruition, and is adept at altering his plans as new circumstances develop, even if caught unawares. He is willing to consider plans and alliances, no matter how unorthodox, if he sees any value in them.
"What skills do you have that sets you aside from others?"
Exceptionally cunning, intelligent, manipulative, and charismatic, Scar is adept at reading others, and understanding how to manipulate them playing upon their fears, ego, desires, etc., to achieve his own agendas. Whenever he has a goal in mind, he will pursue it with unwavering though patient zeal, and meticulous planning. While he prefers to get others to do his fighting for him, if it comes down to it, he is perfectly willing to fight tooth, claw, and every dirty, underhanded trick he can think of. Despite his age, and slim build, he is stronger than he looks, and an incredibly vicious fighter.
"How do they advise and strategize/how do they hold respect or make others listen?"
Scar is highly adept at analyzing situations, and developing working strategies to handle any situation he may find himself facing. While he tends to doubt others are his intellectual equal, he prides himself on being flexible in his planning. He tends to present his plans in a pragmatic way, ready to explain just why he feels a certain course of action is the best option, and debate with others concerning their own plans and suggestions, pointing out potential flaws as he sees them.
Towards his own underlings, he is a firm believer in a reward or penalty system. Those who perform well get rewarded, those who fail get reprimanded. Those who fail too much can still find use as bait, or in the worst case, an example to others on why failure is bad. The most successful will find themselves rewarded with the best he can offer.
Scar is exceptionally cunning and intelligent, and can be quite charming and charismatic when it suits him. He expects orders he gives to be carried out swiftly and completely, and has little patience for failure, though he can be persuaded to allow a second chance. Third chances are virtually nonexistent. He is patient and calculating, capable of making plans that span years before coming to fruition, and is adept at altering his plans as new circumstances develop, even if caught unawares. He is willing to consider plans and alliances, no matter how unorthodox, if he sees any value in them.
"What skills do you have that sets you aside from others?"
Exceptionally cunning, intelligent, manipulative, and charismatic, Scar is adept at reading others, and understanding how to manipulate them playing upon their fears, ego, desires, etc., to achieve his own agendas. Whenever he has a goal in mind, he will pursue it with unwavering though patient zeal, and meticulous planning. While he prefers to get others to do his fighting for him, if it comes down to it, he is perfectly willing to fight tooth, claw, and every dirty, underhanded trick he can think of. Despite his age, and slim build, he is stronger than he looks, and an incredibly vicious fighter.
"How do they advise and strategize/how do they hold respect or make others listen?"
Scar is highly adept at analyzing situations, and developing working strategies to handle any situation he may find himself facing. While he tends to doubt others are his intellectual equal, he prides himself on being flexible in his planning. He tends to present his plans in a pragmatic way, ready to explain just why he feels a certain course of action is the best option, and debate with others concerning their own plans and suggestions, pointing out potential flaws as he sees them.
Towards his own underlings, he is a firm believer in a reward or penalty system. Those who perform well get rewarded, those who fail get reprimanded. Those who fail too much can still find use as bait, or in the worst case, an example to others on why failure is bad. The most successful will find themselves rewarded with the best he can offer.
Prompt Sample
"The soldiers are fatigued and the enemy is coming to your home turf. What do you decide that's most beneficial in your opinion?"
"Scar! Hey Scar! The enemy! They're coming! What should-"
An irritable glance and upraised paw silenced the hyena as effectively as squeezing by the throat would have. The black-maned lion's cold green eyes narrowed as he considered how best to handle this sudden development. Fatigue was widespread among the ranks of the Cursed Thorns, with many badly in need of rest. As he mulled things over, Zira padded up silently beside him, and he glanced at her as a plan began to form.
"Rouse out strongest, least weary troops, and set them to rolling boulders down the mountainside. Make sure they understand to keep their distance. Any human with guns, bows, and the like, have them spread out and keep our enemies's heads down," he ordered as a cruel grin appeared on his face. "Have them aim for wounding shots. Now go!"
As she bounded off, he gazed upward at Maleficent's fortress, towering above them, then back down the slope as the Enchanted Suns troops began their ascent. This was a bold move on their part, and their timing was disturbingly effective. Immediately his thoughts turned to the possibility of a spy in their ranks. It was possible this was merely the result of foolish, heroic nonsense and sheer bad luck, but he'd believe that only when he was certain there was no spy.
But that was a matter for after this affair was concluded. He rounded on the rest of the troops nearby, a calm but cold look on his face. "The rest of you, take cover in the rocks. Let our foes get close enough for claws and fangs, then strike. I know you're tired, but they'll be weary from the climb and the..." he paused for a moment as a boulder suddenly went tumbling down the mountainside with a loud, grating rumble, and chuckled before continuing. "The little gifts we're sending their way. Be ready to strike on my signal."
He glanced up at the fortress for a moment, wondering if Maleficent would offer her aid in the battle, then dismissed the thought. She shouldn't have to. His troops were weary, but the long climb up the mountains would tire their enemies out as well. And his troops had time to sit and wait, and rest a bit, before the fighting began in earnest.
He crept to the edge of the mountain, and peered down, grinning as his troops harassed the approaching Suns soldiers.
