Scar

Gender: Male
Age: 6 years
Species: African Lion
Pride: Pridelands
Rank: King

Appearance: His body is lithe, thin framed even when food is at its most plentiful. His fur is a deep russet shade, with creamy muzzle, underbelly, and paws. Though he is not the mightiest of his species, most know better than to tangle with the dark king. Ebony claws remain splayed at all times, in a show of intimidation. His jade eyes are sharp, narrowed, and barely conceal his sinister nature. His mane is the darkest shade of black, as are his nostrils. His height is average for an adult male lion.

Personality: DARK. The cruel king of the Pridelands has no sympathy for anyone other than himself. He believes he is entitled to the throne, and the fact that his leadership has not been embraced by the pride only further enraged the brute. He wouldn't think twice about destroying anyone or anything that gets in the way of his twisted ambitions. No one is more ambitious than Scar, who still stop at nothing to keep his throne and his lionesses.

PARANOID. With few loyal supporters, Scar is constantly on edge. He believes everyone is talking about him behind his back, and is worried that one of his own pride would eventually turn on him. Because of this fear, he is especially brutal to his followers, who have no choice but to tolerate his tyranny for the time being. After the birth of his son Mheetu, Scar began to suspect that his mother had been with another male, since the small cub looked nothing like him. He is all the more determined to secure his legacy now, with any willing (or unwilling) lioness who he thinks he can take advantage of.

Family:
Father: Ahadi (deceased). Mother: Uru (deceased).
Brother: Mufasa (deceased). Nephew: Simba.
Cubs: Mheetu (male), Ari (female), Tasa (female), Giza (female), Kifu (male), Uma (female).
History: Born Taka to the king and queen of the Pridelands, the one who would be called Scar arrived just after his older brother Mufasa. It never seemed fair to young Taka that his brother received all of his parents' attention, and he fostered a deep bitterness towards the golden prince from a very young age. He received his famous scar after a badger attack, where he put himself in harm's way in order to gain some attention, and it was Mufasa who first called him "Scar." The name was loathed by the younger prince, but he would never be able to shake it.

After their father's death, Mufasa ascended the throne, and the Pridelanders were proud of their new king and his mate, Sarabi. Soon, an heir to the throne was born, and with Simba's arrival, Scar realized his chances at becoming king had vanished significantly. With the aid of his hyena accomplices, Scar planned to destroy both his brother and nephew in a wildebeest stampede. He was half successful, and the hyenas were ordered to kill Simba. Unbeknownst to Scar, the young prince went on to live.

The ambitious lion finally had what he wanted, though he was not received with the jubilation and acceptance that his brother had. Years passed under Scar's unyielding tyranny, and most found it difficult to support the king, with his wild mood swings and delusions. The herds slowly began to vanish, and the once great kingdom began its descent into oblivious. Scar refuses to see his responsibility in the manner, instead blaming a long drought rather than his own poor leadership.


OOC Alias: Bee
Best Way to Contact: PM
Rp Sample: A low groan punctured the silence of the morning in the den the Pridelanders had called home for generation as the king rose from his slumber. Bones creaked and popped as he stretched his hind legs wearily, and Scar was instantly reminded of how fast time had gone by. Already, he had seen the seasons come full circle six times. He was no longer the young lion he had once been. As was usually the case, he was the first to wake that morning, and he was surrounded by his still slumbering subjects. He felt no joy at the prospect of another day, even if he was the king now. Hadn't all of his dreams come to fruition? Didn't he have all that he wanted?

In the darkness, he heard the squeaking sound of an infant cub rousing its mother. Scar's ears pricked forward at the irritating sound, and as annoying as the high pitched tones were to the lion, it brought a slow smile to his sharp features. It was the sound of his legacy, of cubs born into the pride now that he was king. Certainly, the cub would be his. Even still, the twisted mind of the king worked against him, and he had his doubts. It would be just like one of those lowly lionesses to sneak off and expect him to raise their spawn. Conflicting thoughts ruminating, Scar padded out of the den, carefully skirting each of the sleeping lionesses. They would need their energy, after all, if they were to succeed in a hunt that day.

Approved!