[Because]

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<sub>Name: Because.
Gender: Male.
Age: Six.
Color/Markings: A lion is a lion, nay? With golden, coarse fur all about the body and a large, full, slightly matted mane. His body is well put together. Muscular though not to the point of extreme. Our gent is sturdy and often walks with a charming, humorous swagger. Yellowed eyes often reflect harmony and gentle-nature though, it isn't profound to see the slightly large creature irritable and nasty.
Personality: He isn't a saint but he's not quite the devil, being so charismatic, how could he be? A seasoned traveler he is on the verge of being dubbed old... even if one could say he is 'young at heart'. Our gent is, on the norm, a serious, but laid back man. Someone reliable and dependable whose wisdom and ability to read others are quite extraordinary. With a bit of an accent he is noted as a foreign... He has a pleasant enough personality that is accompanied with confidence and, at times, deviously playful temperament. And yet, he is mighty enigmatic… secretive and deadly despite his formal and dashing ways… Very few anger him, and very few have really seen him in action… Though he is athletic [considering that most simply lay around] and capable of the feats of those younger then he, our gentlemen isn’t fond of exerting himself more then he has to. He is tolerating, but spiteful... able to state his position and receive what he wants, usually, in a nonabrasive way.
Other: His History.
It’s been such a long six years it’s hard to remember. But, then again to think that his roots… where he came from… all he went through? Maybe it really isn’t that hard to recall…

He was born into a world of distress. People were murdered. Often. In human terms this was a world where children carried guns. Kid Soldiers. Not that there weren’t still some mothers around. Mothers… and real children. By real children… of course I mean children who acted the way they were suppose to. Like kids. But, beneath this quite… there was death. Hate. Blood. Not that you could understand… or even begin to before you get the basics…

He was born after a ‘Pause’. Born after the pride king, his mother’s king, conquered the neighboring pride. The pride that caused so much chaos, bloodshed, and distress. Killing the king of the other Pride his mother’s ruler took the wives of the other kind as his own. Took all the pride members that would side with him, and killed any rebels. With the merging of two, strong war-centered prides things were… different. Ranks, status, among the people was changed and many were unhappy about this. Not that they were so bold as to say anything, but, alas there was displeasure. And as the years went… displeasure grew.

He was born during the arch of this hate. Where one is loyal to one’s ’bloodlines’. You see things were divided in half. Those of the Original Pride, those of the Other Pride. Sharing wasn’t a big thing for the two, nor was mercy for there are many, many corpse of children by the borders. Children who wandered onto the turf of the opposing ‘clan’ within the pride… well…

You know he wasn’t born alone? He had a sister. Two… sisters, actually. He being the oldest and then the birth of two others a year after. Twins they were. Beautiful goddess. They got the looks of the boys this side of the tracks. Which, wasn’t fun, needless to say since… well, let us face it Because wasn’t a very nice person back then. He tore their limbs apart, crushed them to pulse. He was on the path of the killer as he tortured the others. But he was loyal. He knew his bloodlines. They, were absolute. He protected his mother. And… when his sisters were born. Them.

And yet, was he ever a good guardian to them? The youngest sibling was the only survivor. With the second-born… She met her fate during an argument. Between her and Because, since he was so stubborn she grew so angry. She left, even if it was after nightfall and… well Because was mad so he didn’t go… She met her fate when the boys of the other clan within the pride found her. Not to say her death was a s simple as words seem. What they did to her…

He tried to kill them. How they treated her, how they hurt her. His sister. His. Who did they think they were? He was angry. His father was not there. His mother was getting beaten around by other men. His sister met a death she didn’t deserve. She was innocent. Everything was wrong. Nothing was going to stop. If anyone deserved to die… Wasn’t it him? And what about Rana? What about Rana?

You know he nearly died as well? His… stupidity. He went into a place he shouldn’t have, a place for the other clan and sought those five males out. He thought he could take them on and not die? They were right to name him suicidal. He would have died, really if not for… the fact… luck was on his side. Someone came. Not someone he knew or any of the other clan really knew… [Wahots character]. And so he went away with a bruised body, bleeding heavily and barely able to pick himself off the floor. And so he went away, with an annoying fool trailing behind. A fool who met his sister. A fool he kept a close eye on because heaven help him if that thing made a move on Rana…

His other sister lived. Survived. Thrived, even, which was astounding. And the other, too. Not that the threesome didn’t get into brawls often the not. Not that the three didn’t eventually join the ‘unofficial’ militia that made it’s soul goal to murder the other ‘clan’ within the pride. There prime target being one Okaji… A punk who always seemed in the presence of three or more rather large cubs… A punk who was one of the few who didn’t leave the suicidal fight Because had entered without anything more then superficial wounds. A punk who was the Pride Ruler's Wife's nephew. Which should have been a sign, sure, but... since when did the trio take a hint?

In the end things weren't great. In the end that weasel Okaji was planning to over throw the ruler. But, alas, the sniveling creep didn't manage to go through with it. His plan fell through but he had enough warning to plan things. To 'finalize' things. He blamed it on the two kin. Because and Rana. Which, caused up quite a commotion. To the extent things went nice and speedy. They were sentenced to death. The end? Of course not. He's alive now, isn't he?

[Wahot's Character] came to the rescue one more and helped them get the hell out of dodge. The three traveled together for a few weeks before, in the end, [wahot's character] came up with the bright idea of making a pride of there own. Which, the did. Which, surprisingly became quite an influential creator. Which, in the end was butchered by mutiny but... none the less, right? Specially when, even during this period of time, little Because was still a bad-ass who needed an attitude adjustment... but, really, all the same.

Anyway, after such an adventure the three... eventually split. Because being the first, seeing as he was growing tired of the two, and quite frankly, the three weren't seeing eye to eye on many... important things. And, besides, they would have part ways sooner or later he figured he might as well hurry the process along... By such time he was about... three? And, after such time secrecy comes into plan. So... let us have you imagination ponder these three-years. let it wonder of what exactly happened. How did this scoundrel with such a bad-attitude and temper end up, reformed, to what we see now? And old guy who's as cuddly as a teddy bear? And, no, he was not abducted by ALIENS! [though that would be totally cool]</sub>

[Lassiel]

Very nice. Accepted!

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_{I shanks you! =D}