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Note: Her app is currently incorrect as there was no Askari Jiwe app form when she was applied for.BASIC INFOName: Mukarramma
Meaning: "Revered", Egyptian
Nickname: None if you’d like to live a long, healthy life.
Species: Panthera leo
Current Age: Adult (7 years)
Starting Age: Adult (7 years) as of 2/1/2017
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual aromantic
Relationship Status: Many, many lovers.
Height: 5'5"
Size: Very large
Territory: Askari Jiwe
Rank: Queen
Family: Seven cubs between three litters; two five-year-olds, three three-year olds, two one-year-olds.
DETAILED IDENTIFICATIONBuild: Huge, with a build not unlike that of a tank. Her limbs are very thick and her paws could crush the heads of smaller lions easily. She’s very thick all around, though this also translates to a loss of flexibility, stamina, and speed.
Scars/Deformities:
Two scars along her lip on the left side of her muzzle; claws from a fight as an adolescent
Scars along her body from countless fights amongst her own pride and their enemies, though notable are two long ones along her left side where someone clung as they were dragged off.
A patchy scar on her hind leg from a crocodile’s bite.
She is missing most of her tail, also lost to a crocodile.
Voice: Queen Latifah
Theme song/Playlist(s):
PERSONALITY
Capricious; Mukarramma’s moods are known to change at the drop of a hat. She can and will turn on you at any given moment without losing her smile.
Stubborn; Proud to a fault, Mukarramma is not easily swayed by any mind save for her own.
Loyal; While very self-serving Mukarramma lives and dies for her pride. Perhaps not the individuals within it, but for the pride as a whole.
Untrustworthy; She will stab you in the back the moment you become uninteresting. To be useful is to live long at her side.
Black-humored; Mukarramma is rarely without a smile on her face, but the subject of her humor is not always… Well, a kind one.
Indolent; While Mukarramma is quick to act when necessary, she prefers to sit back and let others do the work for her. She is by no means incapable, but why waste energy on an execution when there are so many hungry crocodiles nearby?
‘Fair’; The queen believes in repaying her debts. If she owes a favor she will return it in kind -- but heaven help you if she does something good for you first. She’ll expect payment in spades.
HISTORY
Pre-Group History:
Mukarramma was born second of a pair of twins to the former king of the Askari Jiwe pride. It became clear from a young age that the lioness was to become something of a power amongst her peers, easily dwarfing her sister even in early development. In both size and ferocity the cub exceeded expectations, her domineering personality causing problem after problem for the others in her age group. Mukarramma damaged many of her peers through her rough play, even going so far as to permanently scar her sister’s leg. It was this that cinched her position as heir, while her crippled sister was promptly dumped into the crocodile’s marsh due to her inability to walk normally after the injury healed.
As Mukarramma grew so too did her ego, though it was plain to see that her pride in her own abilities was well placed. None in the pride could match her in combat. Upon leaving adolescence behind no one dared to, as her size already was on par with most of the pride males. It was just before her second year that Mukarramma summoned the pride to the very public event of her ascension to the throne. Despite her father's flailings and lashings the princess tore his throat out before the crowd; steeped in his life’s blood and with a single paw pressed possessively to his still-twitching head she claimed the crown of her bloodline.
No one really complained after the fact.
Since her rise to power Mukarramma has taken many a lover, producing no fewer than three litters since becoming queen. She has made no moves as of yet to name any of her children as heir, though she openly encourages them to compete with one another.
Now that she is starting to feel her age though, she may well choose a child of her blood to fill her considerable pawprints...
Group History: None as of yet.
Other:
Due to her giganticism limiting her flexibility, Mukarramma cannot fully groom herself. She has a tendency to order a group of cats -- usually young lionesses or lions whom she’s taken a physical liking to -- to groom her.
Muka likes to keep young lions and lionesses around her as eye candy, though she’ll not tolerate a single one being inept in combat.
ROLEPLAY EXCERPT
Blood ran in crimson streams between dull red digits, sticking like sap as it warmed the queen’s fur. Harried tongues were quick to swipe over Mukarramma’s toes and between, lifting the blood away and cleaning til the fur below gleamed. Mukarramma preened under the administrations, sprawled across a log softened and smoothed with ages of use as she was tended to. Three lionesses laid and sat about her, providing the queen with both comfort and cleaning as she relaxed.
The hunt of the day had gone well, a young hippo who had been caught browsing out of the water and harried until exhaustion. The queen herself had been the one to leap upon its back then, her tremendous bulk and power showing their use once again as she savaged the beast until it fell.
After that, there was only the feast and clean-up.
Resting her chin upon the log Mukarramma allowed her lips to stretch into a pleased smile, lengthening her limbs and spreading her toes in a luxurious stretch. Kinks unwound gradually, tension eased. It was only then that the queen flicked her tail in a come-hither motion to beckon forth a trio of lions that had been escorted into the hollow that served as her den and throne. Uncomfortable and shuffling the three stepped forward into her immediate view. Try as they might not one could completely cover their trepidation at facing the monster queen of the Askari Jiwe pride, no matter how boisterous they’d been beforehand. She dwarfed even the largest of them easily, and the emerald gaze that fixed upon them was… Disconcerting to say the least.
With an easy smile Mukarramma turned in her throne so that she might more easily face her guests, back resting against the log and propping her up in a lounging position that she managed to make look perfectly comfortable. A paw was held out for one of her females to clean while the other forepaw brought the head of a separate female to her throat, where the life’s blood of the hippo blended with auburn fur in a dark stain. The males tried very hard not to stare or fidget uncomfortably as the servant lioness took to cleaning her queen, their attempts only adding more dark mirth to the red lioness’ gaze.
“Now then…” The queen’s voice filtered like smoke, curling from deep within her chest to purr its way into the ears of the males. “My guards tell me you three rouges have travelled far. Perhaps there is a place for you here, perhaps not. That is for me to evaluate and decide… Privately.” Now those words were just a shiver waiting to crawl up a spine, full of both promise and danger. “But first,” Mukarramma’s eyes narrowed fractionally.
“What do you know… About the Mwanzo pride?”
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Comments: 3
"Are you going to show me how to hunt efficiently in mud, or am I going to have to do that myself, too?"
(Would you like to RP my dear)?
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She's beauty, she's grace, and holy hot darn I love her
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