Post by Amy Dearly on Aug 2, 2013 16:45:10 GMT
Name: Tamara
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: OC
Personality:
Tamara is a short-tempered lioness that can sometimes be easily angered but she can also be kind-hearted and gentle, it depends on her mood. Tamara can be sensitive and be alert for things even though there is no danger.
Appearance: Tamara is a large grey and cream colored lioness she has light brown eyes and pink ears her nose is tinted pink like all pridelanders mostly.
Image (if possible):
Brief History: Tamara has always blamed herself for her mothers death even though she was only a few weeks old when she died. a lioness layed blame on her and she belived it growing up into a young teenager. Like her father,brother and the rest of her pride she lives by the river at the far far ends of the pridelands.
Sample Post:
"What do you mean I'm not a good hunter?!" Tamara demanded, shoving her face into that of her older brother Ace's, frowning.
"Just look at it!" he said, swinging his muzzle to indicate the skinny, dead warthog "It could be sick!" he frowned, swinging his paw, hitting the pig on the snout, making it ooze blood and pus. "You see, look!"
Tamara just huffed and shuffled her paws, not believing it. "Father thinks I'm a good hunter!" she snapped, glaring at Ace again. "Go on ask him! ask him!" she growled, once again shoving her face into the male's
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Hero or Villain?: Hero
Canon or OC?: OC
Personality:
Tamara is a short-tempered lioness that can sometimes be easily angered but she can also be kind-hearted and gentle, it depends on her mood. Tamara can be sensitive and be alert for things even though there is no danger.
Appearance: Tamara is a large grey and cream colored lioness she has light brown eyes and pink ears her nose is tinted pink like all pridelanders mostly.
Image (if possible):
Brief History: Tamara has always blamed herself for her mothers death even though she was only a few weeks old when she died. a lioness layed blame on her and she belived it growing up into a young teenager. Like her father,brother and the rest of her pride she lives by the river at the far far ends of the pridelands.
Sample Post:
"What do you mean I'm not a good hunter?!" Tamara demanded, shoving her face into that of her older brother Ace's, frowning.
"Just look at it!" he said, swinging his muzzle to indicate the skinny, dead warthog "It could be sick!" he frowned, swinging his paw, hitting the pig on the snout, making it ooze blood and pus. "You see, look!"
Tamara just huffed and shuffled her paws, not believing it. "Father thinks I'm a good hunter!" she snapped, glaring at Ace again. "Go on ask him! ask him!" she growled, once again shoving her face into the male's
