Post by darla on Nov 23, 2007 16:06:11 GMT -5
picture to come.
Name: circe
Sexe: lioness
Age: three
Breed: barbary lion x african ( interbreeding done as experiment to save species )
Personnality:
Unlike females of her day, Circe dismisses vanity and dives into more male acitivites like bossing others around and traversing where she pleases. She is thick-skulled and rashly thinks she is an equal to all - or, even better, she will see you as the subordinate and herself as the dominant. She has a short fuse, which is easily lit by arrogance from others. Being fast to anger, Circe is hard to cool off once she had begun. If you have managed to get on her bad side, Circe never forgives: mercy or sympathy rarely shown toward her adversaries. Not only is she merciless, but she is tactful and skilled in the mind, thinkign things over carefully before she does them. Even though Circe desires for greatness, she is stubbornly independent and strives for it 24/7. She takes care of herself brilliantly. Her stern and hard behavior, which is usually taken as seriousness, is rarely penetrated. She trusts little.
A long life of solitude has morphed the potential in Circe. There is no longer the promise of a dainty princess, or the hope that she would grow to care for others, driven to make a positive difference for other's lives. There is a dark and tormented beast lying dormant in her soul - hidden beneath the cage of her bones and aching to break out. The carnal, malicious monster lurking inside her is its own presence - its own form of control waiting for the right moment to break free, waiting for Circe's own spirit to submit. Though this is a constant burn inside of her, Circe gives no obvious clues that her body is being taken over - though her normal personality is not anything better.
With a bitter and caustic tongue, finding a friend is not an easy job for Circe, and finding respect for another is even more of a challenge. To receive genuine kindness from her is a task as hard as climbing the tallest mountain, and often her words are faux sentimental, she mocks and criticises in secret whispers, her words are constantly cloaked in the appearence of being nice; intelligence would determine otherwise. Trust is a hollow word for Circe. She hasn't felt trust since the death of her brother, and has lost a sense of loyality that would characterise most as having the capability to love. Circe has lost the ability - the bonds that are meant to strengthen an individual have all but slipped out of her grasp.
Sadistic, demented, and cruel there is little hope for beauty in Circe's world, or at least not a world suitable for others. The solitude that she's known for so long has pushed her to the stage of carnal desire - she has a sick, bloodthirsty lust that is her major seperation from the real world. With a passion to fight, to drink in another's blood, and to watch others suffer how could she exist in the real world? Circe is a dangerous creature - pain and despair feel more real to her than love and trust will ever feel again, and the disfigured monster bubbling under the surface is just waiting to explode.
History:
The pride she lived in wasn’t very big, nor was it very powerful. Her life was threatened at the beginning because her mother bred with a lion outside the pride and the King strongly considered slaughtering the two cubs. Luckily for Circe he decided against it and thus she lived. When she became a teen she became very adventurous and began to try hunting, first it was mice, then rabbits and then bigger things like antelope. She enjoyed living within the small pride but alas it wasn’t to last. A younger male killed the King and it was then that Circe made her escape away from her mother, the new king, her sister everything. She basically lived as a rogue for ever since then.
Other:
idk
Name: circe
Sexe: lioness
Age: three
Breed: barbary lion x african ( interbreeding done as experiment to save species )
Personnality:
Unlike females of her day, Circe dismisses vanity and dives into more male acitivites like bossing others around and traversing where she pleases. She is thick-skulled and rashly thinks she is an equal to all - or, even better, she will see you as the subordinate and herself as the dominant. She has a short fuse, which is easily lit by arrogance from others. Being fast to anger, Circe is hard to cool off once she had begun. If you have managed to get on her bad side, Circe never forgives: mercy or sympathy rarely shown toward her adversaries. Not only is she merciless, but she is tactful and skilled in the mind, thinkign things over carefully before she does them. Even though Circe desires for greatness, she is stubbornly independent and strives for it 24/7. She takes care of herself brilliantly. Her stern and hard behavior, which is usually taken as seriousness, is rarely penetrated. She trusts little.
A long life of solitude has morphed the potential in Circe. There is no longer the promise of a dainty princess, or the hope that she would grow to care for others, driven to make a positive difference for other's lives. There is a dark and tormented beast lying dormant in her soul - hidden beneath the cage of her bones and aching to break out. The carnal, malicious monster lurking inside her is its own presence - its own form of control waiting for the right moment to break free, waiting for Circe's own spirit to submit. Though this is a constant burn inside of her, Circe gives no obvious clues that her body is being taken over - though her normal personality is not anything better.
With a bitter and caustic tongue, finding a friend is not an easy job for Circe, and finding respect for another is even more of a challenge. To receive genuine kindness from her is a task as hard as climbing the tallest mountain, and often her words are faux sentimental, she mocks and criticises in secret whispers, her words are constantly cloaked in the appearence of being nice; intelligence would determine otherwise. Trust is a hollow word for Circe. She hasn't felt trust since the death of her brother, and has lost a sense of loyality that would characterise most as having the capability to love. Circe has lost the ability - the bonds that are meant to strengthen an individual have all but slipped out of her grasp.
Sadistic, demented, and cruel there is little hope for beauty in Circe's world, or at least not a world suitable for others. The solitude that she's known for so long has pushed her to the stage of carnal desire - she has a sick, bloodthirsty lust that is her major seperation from the real world. With a passion to fight, to drink in another's blood, and to watch others suffer how could she exist in the real world? Circe is a dangerous creature - pain and despair feel more real to her than love and trust will ever feel again, and the disfigured monster bubbling under the surface is just waiting to explode.
History:
The pride she lived in wasn’t very big, nor was it very powerful. Her life was threatened at the beginning because her mother bred with a lion outside the pride and the King strongly considered slaughtering the two cubs. Luckily for Circe he decided against it and thus she lived. When she became a teen she became very adventurous and began to try hunting, first it was mice, then rabbits and then bigger things like antelope. She enjoyed living within the small pride but alas it wasn’t to last. A younger male killed the King and it was then that Circe made her escape away from her mother, the new king, her sister everything. She basically lived as a rogue for ever since then.
Other:
idk