Profile-Saraliah, The New Female

[Saralian]

Name: Saralian

Age: 3 springs

Gender: Female

Side: Good

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Personality: Quite an insecure cub, Saralian never did learn to respect herself. Between the disrespect of her parents and siblings, she thought she wasn’t good enough, or just wasn’t worth anything. Growing up, as a young adult, Saralian would go off by herself and tell herself she wasn’t good enough for anything. Yet, even as insecure as she, she is a kind and loving lioness. She’ll sit and talk to anyone who needs it, or help somebody out if they’re in a pickle. She had learned to build up her strength alone, and won’t miss a fight if she’s there. She’s always smiling, but deep inside, she can’t stand herself alone.

History: Born in a land far north of here, Saralian was one of a litter of five. Her dam died giving birth to her, and her father didn’t respect her for nothing. She was born small, she would grow up small, and she would be hurt and teased about it all her life. Her two brothers and other two sisters also treated her like the fifth wheel, she was the last to learn and do things, and her father hardly took time to teach her how to survive on her own.

Treading off one day, she became part of the lands she traveled through, even if they weren’t pack lands. She just went quietly on her way, not bugging anybody, and not letting anybody bug her. Quite a few males would come up to her over the period of time she was a wanderer, but she politely turned them away and continued on her journey.

Never again coming across her family members, she tried to put them in the past. Harder then it looks, she’d hide her true feelings inside while trying to start a new life.

Example RP: Treading across the land, mouth dipped low, tail hanging, the male's orbs closed lazily as the sun warmed his black fur. His lips curled into a soft smile, his mitts carried him forward without any reason. His mind was open; it wandered, as he walked across the strange land. His shaggy, un-kept fur lay limply against his muscular bodice, his brown orbs matched. They were always laughing, never taken care of, but for some reason...you'd lose yourself in them when he gave you his look. He'd make you look twice, he'd make you think, 'Wow. Now /that's/ a male.' And it was true; he was a regular, strong male that was built for strength. His orbs shot open before he stumbled upon a log; he gracefully hopped over it and continued his journey. His only strange marking was on his tail; it seemed to be dipped in red paint, or something around that. It made him stand out. Made you think about him. Made him unique.

His motto was never interfere unless you were needed. He wouldn't ever harm a certain lion for the heck of it, but if they came close to somebody he cared about, that'd be it. They were gone. But Soran was a gentle male, considerate, funny, and outgoing. Although at times he might act shy, epically around females, he really wasn't. He was a charmer, all right. Even in his child hood, he was a female-charmer. With his soft, smooth words and male-like looks, he always had a female close to him. Never once did he court; he was still waiting for that 'special somebody'. So far, she had not come along, but, even though he wasn't desperate, he was still looking. A bounce to his step as he thought of his past, he kept on.

Being run out tribe after tribe wasn't something a male would like to talk about much. But it was true; he never really belonged to a certain pack. All the dams and sires would complain about how they were 'hitting on their children' and causing a 'male-like uproar' with their little females. So the sires would complain to the leaders, who, after careful consideration, would throw him out. They always said what 'fine cubs the lioness-to-be and he would make,' but of course, not finding that 'special someone,' he declined politely and just watched them throw him out. His heart leading him, the moon's only light guiding him, by the next morn he'd find a new pack, and the females would cuddle him and take him in, all trying to 'protect' him and keep him healthy. Again, the same story would happen over and over, so many times. Dread and woe he'd been through, and, if he must, he'd go through it again in this pack.

It wasn't that he couldn't be trusted. It was just a little hard to trust somebody like him. Between the shaggy, unkept fur and his distant eyes, who knew if you could trust him? You made the decision. It was your choice.

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((Comments: Hello there. I rp a lot of things, that's why my sample is male. Anyway, just wanted to say hi and then a quick bye...))

[Lyansi]

Congrads. Welcome! i'd tell you to meet the leader of your choice, but I have yet to finish the boards..hehehe well, I hope you enjoy your stay!