HAJI
LoC Name: Haji
Name Origin: Japanese Name Meaning: Shame Age: 600 years Gender: Male Sex: Male Sexuality: Pansexual R. Status: Taken Current Rank: Nomad Rank Desired: Content |
Crush: None
Secret Crush: N/a Mate: Joka Ex-Mate: Cladocora Cubs: Akira, Yuri, Thaddeus, Morrows Adopted Cubs: None atm Adoptive Mother: Avril (owned by Whisky) Mother: Emiko (unknown) Father: Akuhei (unknown) Siblings: None known of |
Armor
(by Shattered Beazt)
Element: Death
kill - "the most basic and feared power for someone with my element. death. by merely touching someone, I can kill them. isn't that thought terrifying to you? well, it is to most other lions, since its one of the reasons that I am heavily avoided. its as if they don't believe I have control over it, the fools... not everyone or everything I touch dies. that's not how it works. its only when I chose to release the mist does it kill. the mist is something my body produces, no one really know how it works, but it holds the basis of this power. I can change it from being either black or translucent, although in battle being clear has more advantage. but when another lion is bothering me and I feel like scaring them off, I let out a hint of my black mist to freak them out and they bolt. its why, commonly, every step I take I release some, and the ground is scorched black where my paws walk."
cripple/wound - "technically this ability is just the simpler, less dangerous version of the previous power. with simple touch from my paws, a bite from my canine teeth/fangs, or the mist from my pores, I can cause serious injury without actually killing. I have the ability to control my powers to being a small, tiny amount of pain or a deep crippling pain. I use this power in battle, but also when I don't want to appear like a killer. I can start it out as a small wound, but with time I can continue to control it until it becomes deadly, and the other lion is vanished from this life as if they passed from a heart attack or a stroke; quick and fast."
see spirits - "ah yes, I remember when I first experienced this ability.. I was a cub, and I thought I must truly have been going crazy. all around me there appeared these apparitions, these ghostly/airy looking lions. I tried talking to them, and many were spooked at the fact that I could see them. however, the living lion cubs around me thought I was loony and called me a skitz. stupid little things. this was when I began to truly experience the afterlife, what it was like. it was a bit heartbreaking. I didn't have any friends, so I would follow different spirits on different days, to see what they were doing or who they were watching. the amount of lions that would watch over a mate or a child, the utter sadness and pain in their eyes, it killed me. that is, until I came to the realization that no one up there was looking at me like that. no one cared about me, about my life or my pain. it was one of the things that hardened my heart."
visit deceased - "likely my fondest of my powers... I have the ability to not only communicate with those who have crossed over to the other side, but also the ability to walk with them. they are truly the only lions that I hold respect for, and some actually view as my friends. the power itself is quite simple, and yet took the longest to master of all my skills. it is also a very delicate process, for being interrupted during this state has caused many lions to be lost in the spirit world, their bodies becoming limp and, although still physically alive, never awaking again. this is why most lions that have this ability choose not to try and achieve it, for it is seen as far too dangerous by many. of course, danger is who I am, so why try and blank out a part of me? the spirit world can be visited not in my sleep, although that is a common misconception, but when I am in a trance-like state. I typically go off on my own to some far away corner of the land to avoid being bothered, but just in case, I have learned to make myself appear asleep in this situation. and every lion in the land has been warned to not wake me when I sleep, for I am "grumpy". its not my fault that others find reasons to hate me more than they already do."
kill - "the most basic and feared power for someone with my element. death. by merely touching someone, I can kill them. isn't that thought terrifying to you? well, it is to most other lions, since its one of the reasons that I am heavily avoided. its as if they don't believe I have control over it, the fools... not everyone or everything I touch dies. that's not how it works. its only when I chose to release the mist does it kill. the mist is something my body produces, no one really know how it works, but it holds the basis of this power. I can change it from being either black or translucent, although in battle being clear has more advantage. but when another lion is bothering me and I feel like scaring them off, I let out a hint of my black mist to freak them out and they bolt. its why, commonly, every step I take I release some, and the ground is scorched black where my paws walk."
cripple/wound - "technically this ability is just the simpler, less dangerous version of the previous power. with simple touch from my paws, a bite from my canine teeth/fangs, or the mist from my pores, I can cause serious injury without actually killing. I have the ability to control my powers to being a small, tiny amount of pain or a deep crippling pain. I use this power in battle, but also when I don't want to appear like a killer. I can start it out as a small wound, but with time I can continue to control it until it becomes deadly, and the other lion is vanished from this life as if they passed from a heart attack or a stroke; quick and fast."
see spirits - "ah yes, I remember when I first experienced this ability.. I was a cub, and I thought I must truly have been going crazy. all around me there appeared these apparitions, these ghostly/airy looking lions. I tried talking to them, and many were spooked at the fact that I could see them. however, the living lion cubs around me thought I was loony and called me a skitz. stupid little things. this was when I began to truly experience the afterlife, what it was like. it was a bit heartbreaking. I didn't have any friends, so I would follow different spirits on different days, to see what they were doing or who they were watching. the amount of lions that would watch over a mate or a child, the utter sadness and pain in their eyes, it killed me. that is, until I came to the realization that no one up there was looking at me like that. no one cared about me, about my life or my pain. it was one of the things that hardened my heart."
visit deceased - "likely my fondest of my powers... I have the ability to not only communicate with those who have crossed over to the other side, but also the ability to walk with them. they are truly the only lions that I hold respect for, and some actually view as my friends. the power itself is quite simple, and yet took the longest to master of all my skills. it is also a very delicate process, for being interrupted during this state has caused many lions to be lost in the spirit world, their bodies becoming limp and, although still physically alive, never awaking again. this is why most lions that have this ability choose not to try and achieve it, for it is seen as far too dangerous by many. of course, danger is who I am, so why try and blank out a part of me? the spirit world can be visited not in my sleep, although that is a common misconception, but when I am in a trance-like state. I typically go off on my own to some far away corner of the land to avoid being bothered, but just in case, I have learned to make myself appear asleep in this situation. and every lion in the land has been warned to not wake me when I sleep, for I am "grumpy". its not my fault that others find reasons to hate me more than they already do."
Stats and Skills
Dull ○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○ Smart
Silent ○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Vocal
Follower ○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○ Dominant
Extrovert ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○ Introvert
Playful ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Serious
Cautious ○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Heedless
Patient ○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○ Agitated
Cowardly ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Courageous
Skittish ○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Collected
Unambitious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○ Competitive
Distractable ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Focused
Fast ○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○Durable
Willing ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○ Uncooperative
Dull ○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○ Smart
Silent ○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Vocal
Follower ○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○ Dominant
Extrovert ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○ Introvert
Playful ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○ Serious
Cautious ○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Heedless
Patient ○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○ Agitated
Cowardly ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Courageous
Skittish ○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Collected
Unambitious ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○ Competitive
Distractable ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○ Focused
Fast ○○○○●○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○Durable
Willing ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○●○○○○○○○ Uncooperative
Personality Traits:
✔ positive | ✘ negative | ☐ neutral ☐ reserved ✘cold ☐ calm ✘loner ✔ intelligent ☐ distant ✔ clever |
Personality In Depth
recluse - "I am one who favors a life of solitude. unlike most of my kind, who prefer the comfort and safety of living in a large pride, I would be far more content to wander the planet on my own, not having to worry about protecting lions that I've never met, or doing jobs I couldn't care less about. but since leaving the pride is not an option for me, at least not as long as my mother is alive, I have to deal with it the best that I can. so I keep to myself as much as possible and I avoid large groups or gatherings with a passion. if the alpha calls a pride meeting, I can guarantee that I will be all the way at the back or in the corner, keeping myself out of the mass of bodies. it's not that I'm claustrophobic and would feel fear surrounded by that many lions in such close proximity; I would just be uncomfortable and be willing to shed my own skin if it meant the ability to get away." perceptive - "I have more insight in regards to, well, everything going on in the pride than anyone would ever give me credit for. I mean, true, none of them are aware of my intuitive nature. because I am not a busybody, or one who enjoys the presence of others, I make up for my lack of gossip by simply paying close attention. i cannot stand the lions that pick at every little detail about a rumor and then talk as though it were complete fact. i refuse to believe anything that swirls around falsely, and instead have grown up to be very observant of everything going on around me at all times. since i am a tracker, i have especially excellent hearing, as well as my other senses, and i have grown adapt to using them in everyday life ." changed - "after meeting my ex-mate and having four beautiful cubs, i realized that i was not being true to my full potential; i was not being the lion my family needed me to be. i worked hard every day to improve myself, to be someone that would make them proud of me, despite my disability. even after my perfect little family began to fall apart, i found solace in my daughter akira, who somehow managed to keep me from reverting to my old ways. now i do what i can to help others, to make them feel wanted, cared for, loved. no one deserves to be treated the way I was as a cub; no one deserves to feel left out, abandoned, unwanted. I will do anything and everything in my power to keep that from happening. " |
The Day of My Birth
"I am danger. I am a killer. I am death..."
"most creatures cannot remember their childhood. if they do, they only can see glimpses of memories, nothing full, nothing set in stone. and most certainly, they do not remember their first hundred days of life; their time as a 'newborn'. but i do. because even on that first day, on the day that i was born, i knew i would forever be an outcast. there was no hope for me, no chance that i could have the opportunity to make something right and everything would be okay. i would always be known for two things; the horror of my parents mistakes, and the grotesque nature of my deformity.
akuhei was my father's name and it fit him perfectly; translated, it means 'evil'. and that he was. a cruel and devious being, he followed under the rule of hyperion, and was set in his mind that he would destroy the pride. he wanted the death of the alpha, and the destruction of everything that was held dear to all. nothing sacred would last; no ranks, no ceremonies, no traditions. he believed that us lions had strayed too far from the way nature intended us to be, and needed to all be wiped out in order to start from scratch. he has the blood of many deaths on his paws, the untimely deaths of multitudes of innocents on his head, but he felt no remorse or guilt for his actions. he was, however, foolish for one moment, trying to get a healer of the pride to leave and join him and his leader, to help them with injuries in their battle against the peace. and he did get her to fall in love with him, but he got too close, and was captured and sent off to the prison planet.
years passed, but somehow, and to this day no one knows how, he escaped. he returned to the planet, and found my mother again; emiko, meaning 'beautiful'. despite his crimes, she still loved him, and they ran away together, planning on finding hyperion and rejoining him and his, hopefully, growing forces. before finding the dark male, thankfully for me, my mother had gotten pregnant. they were right near the border of where the pridelands stop and the unknown lands begin, when she went into labor. that was the day that i came into existence. it was the first, and last time i ever saw my parents, and yet, i still remember exactly what they looked like as i squinted to see them through the bright light all around.
my father looked like pure evil. when you think of a demon, you think of all black with red eyes piercing through you; that was him. he has a thick mane that was sticky with dried blood, and his eyes, like mine, gave off a light mist; his being red, like his eyes. my mother was just the opposite. a vision, she was a soft blue color, with some sort of white markings running through her pelt. her eyes were soft, although a deep blue, and she had folded wings across her back. but neither of them looked at me the way a cubs parents normally would. instead, i was looked at with repulsion from my father, and shock from my mother. my akuhei slashed at me, causing a deep scar to my back leg (which is where i now wear my band, covering the injury that causes me to have a slight limp). i was left there, expected to die of starvation and dehydration. it was also the dead of winter, and I caught severe hypothermia very quickly; it caused me to lose my left front toes (which is why my armor has specific metal claws there).
luckily, that same day, the alpha had sent out several scouts to fly over some of the unknown lands, to try and better understand the geographical layout of the land, and one of them scented the blood that was seeping from my leg, and found me. as a newborn, i was rushed to the healers, which is where i first met my mother; avril. the bloodloss was so great, since my father had hit some sort of artery or something, that it was a shock i was saved; then again, she wasnt the head healer for no reason. ive never asked her if she knew my real mother, since she too was a pride healer, but thats probably because i couldnt care less about her. avril is all that ive ever needed.
needless to say, the rumors began to spread from the moment i was flown into the pride's home. several weeks later, when i was finally well enough to move, i was brought up before the alpha in a pride meeting. he would judge if i would be allowed to remain in the pride and prove my worth, or be kicked into the unknown lands to fend for myself and surely die. luckily, or unluckily depending on how you view it, he decided to let me live. there was only one problem; i was being called a monster, a demon, a disgrace whom the gods had deformed as punishment for my parents crimes. i would only be allowed to stay in the pride if someone was willing to take me in and raise me as their own; to give me a home and care for me.
however, as he spoke those words, and awaited a response from someone, anyone, the entire pride was silent, so quiet a pin could have been heard drop, no one moving, hardly breathing. I was small, cowering there in my own shame, when a strong voice called out "he will be my son" and that was the end of that. my mother, avril, the head healer that had saved my life once, had done it again. and, as they say, the rest is history."
"I am danger. I am a killer. I am death..."
"most creatures cannot remember their childhood. if they do, they only can see glimpses of memories, nothing full, nothing set in stone. and most certainly, they do not remember their first hundred days of life; their time as a 'newborn'. but i do. because even on that first day, on the day that i was born, i knew i would forever be an outcast. there was no hope for me, no chance that i could have the opportunity to make something right and everything would be okay. i would always be known for two things; the horror of my parents mistakes, and the grotesque nature of my deformity.
akuhei was my father's name and it fit him perfectly; translated, it means 'evil'. and that he was. a cruel and devious being, he followed under the rule of hyperion, and was set in his mind that he would destroy the pride. he wanted the death of the alpha, and the destruction of everything that was held dear to all. nothing sacred would last; no ranks, no ceremonies, no traditions. he believed that us lions had strayed too far from the way nature intended us to be, and needed to all be wiped out in order to start from scratch. he has the blood of many deaths on his paws, the untimely deaths of multitudes of innocents on his head, but he felt no remorse or guilt for his actions. he was, however, foolish for one moment, trying to get a healer of the pride to leave and join him and his leader, to help them with injuries in their battle against the peace. and he did get her to fall in love with him, but he got too close, and was captured and sent off to the prison planet.
years passed, but somehow, and to this day no one knows how, he escaped. he returned to the planet, and found my mother again; emiko, meaning 'beautiful'. despite his crimes, she still loved him, and they ran away together, planning on finding hyperion and rejoining him and his, hopefully, growing forces. before finding the dark male, thankfully for me, my mother had gotten pregnant. they were right near the border of where the pridelands stop and the unknown lands begin, when she went into labor. that was the day that i came into existence. it was the first, and last time i ever saw my parents, and yet, i still remember exactly what they looked like as i squinted to see them through the bright light all around.
my father looked like pure evil. when you think of a demon, you think of all black with red eyes piercing through you; that was him. he has a thick mane that was sticky with dried blood, and his eyes, like mine, gave off a light mist; his being red, like his eyes. my mother was just the opposite. a vision, she was a soft blue color, with some sort of white markings running through her pelt. her eyes were soft, although a deep blue, and she had folded wings across her back. but neither of them looked at me the way a cubs parents normally would. instead, i was looked at with repulsion from my father, and shock from my mother. my akuhei slashed at me, causing a deep scar to my back leg (which is where i now wear my band, covering the injury that causes me to have a slight limp). i was left there, expected to die of starvation and dehydration. it was also the dead of winter, and I caught severe hypothermia very quickly; it caused me to lose my left front toes (which is why my armor has specific metal claws there).
luckily, that same day, the alpha had sent out several scouts to fly over some of the unknown lands, to try and better understand the geographical layout of the land, and one of them scented the blood that was seeping from my leg, and found me. as a newborn, i was rushed to the healers, which is where i first met my mother; avril. the bloodloss was so great, since my father had hit some sort of artery or something, that it was a shock i was saved; then again, she wasnt the head healer for no reason. ive never asked her if she knew my real mother, since she too was a pride healer, but thats probably because i couldnt care less about her. avril is all that ive ever needed.
needless to say, the rumors began to spread from the moment i was flown into the pride's home. several weeks later, when i was finally well enough to move, i was brought up before the alpha in a pride meeting. he would judge if i would be allowed to remain in the pride and prove my worth, or be kicked into the unknown lands to fend for myself and surely die. luckily, or unluckily depending on how you view it, he decided to let me live. there was only one problem; i was being called a monster, a demon, a disgrace whom the gods had deformed as punishment for my parents crimes. i would only be allowed to stay in the pride if someone was willing to take me in and raise me as their own; to give me a home and care for me.
however, as he spoke those words, and awaited a response from someone, anyone, the entire pride was silent, so quiet a pin could have been heard drop, no one moving, hardly breathing. I was small, cowering there in my own shame, when a strong voice called out "he will be my son" and that was the end of that. my mother, avril, the head healer that had saved my life once, had done it again. and, as they say, the rest is history."
Later Life
Haji once thought he was in love with Cladocora, who appeared to be just as much of an outsider as he had been growing up. They spent practically half of his life together, had four beautiful cubs that they raised, and then she left him. True, their life together had been far from perfect, and their children had gone several different paths. They disagreed on this, had began to fight, and the rest is history. And so, after being left by his mate, Haji felt no reason to remain in the pride, and joined his daughter Akira in the life of a nomad. He has been living with Akira for about thirty years now, in Akira's secret little hideaway den in the graveyard of the unknown land. He loves his daughter dearly, but she is gone so much that he found himself getting lonely. Thats when he met Joka
Haji once thought he was in love with Cladocora, who appeared to be just as much of an outsider as he had been growing up. They spent practically half of his life together, had four beautiful cubs that they raised, and then she left him. True, their life together had been far from perfect, and their children had gone several different paths. They disagreed on this, had began to fight, and the rest is history. And so, after being left by his mate, Haji felt no reason to remain in the pride, and joined his daughter Akira in the life of a nomad. He has been living with Akira for about thirty years now, in Akira's secret little hideaway den in the graveyard of the unknown land. He loves his daughter dearly, but she is gone so much that he found himself getting lonely. Thats when he met Joka