Age: 27 Gender: Male Orientation: Straight Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Underboss Arms Dealer | Casino Owner
Race: Were-Lion
A P P E A R A N C E
Height: 6'0 Weight: 190lbs Hair Style/Color: Brown When it's cropped low it looks blonde He usually wears it slicked back Eye Color: Blue-Green Facial Features: A square face that expresses exactly what he wants people to see. Build: Broad | Muscular Tattoos/Piercings: None Scars: From the top of his left shoulder to almost the elbow he has molten skin where he was burned then scrubbed with silver dipped brillo pad. Across his right shoulder and down his spine from the back of his neck to the middle of his back, he has claw marks. His right forearm has three claw marks on the underside. There are bite scars on his right calf and left hip. The rest are random bullet and knife wounds. Clothing Style: Tailored Suits Or Business Casual Notable Physical Feature: When he grows out his beard and mustache he looks like a lion but he stays mostly clean shaven with his hair long and slick back.
Group Belonging To: Nomad Rank/Position: Alpha | Rex
Full Form
Transitioned Appearance
P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N
Strengths: Posing As A Human | Concealing Weapons | Pin Point Aim Bringing Someone's Guard Down Weaknesses: Silver | Silver Nitrate | Fire | Women Likes: Smoking | Drinking | Clubs | Fighting | Women Dislikes: Collars | Cages | Trafficking Phobias/Fears: Hospitals Demeanor: Straight forward with a dry, cutting sense of humor, a bad mouth, a skewed moral code and little or no inhibitions. He is personable and friendly, known to everyone in his old neighborhood, but like any thug the threat of violence ain't far below the surface.
Inventory: Range Rover He's usually driven, but the Range belongs to him.
Pets: Baela - She doesn't like when you shorten her name
Weapons: Dual HK USP Compact He wears one or both depending on his mood. There is a slight pull when shooting with his left hand, he has to adjust for. All of his bullets are silver tipped, because fuck another were-animal.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Family: None that matter Spouse/Partner: No time to list all of that.
Allies: Boston Pride
Enemies: Can be anyone at anytime for any reason.
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
His mother was an Irish immigrant who fell in love with a Russian underboss right off the boat. He pimped her out. She was popular but the only pregnancy she kept was by him. It didn't change anything and Sean grew up in a brothel watching his father live the high life with his Russian family and acceptable Russian wife. When his mother died of an overdose, Sean didn't want to be kicked out on the street so he made himself useful. He still got treated like shit.
At fourteen, seven years after his mother died, his father took a trip to the motherland and came back with a weird old man in tow. His father had changed. There was something about him that no one could put a finger on but everyone saw. Six months later, everyone would be forced to drink the kool-aid when his father called all the bosses to the table. He was an underboss, so they were already pissed when they got there. To get there and find out an underboss planned on slaughtering them all turned the room into a free for all.
The offer was this: Become a lion or die.
The Russian crime syndicate was about to get an upgrade.
Sean was fourteen. Being a low level enforcer was what counted as a gift from his father. He was big for his age. As big as he was gonna get apparently and his temper did him more harm than good. That day though, three weeks from his fifteenth birthday, a mass killing somehow made everything clear and he fought. Not because he didn't want to be turned into a lion but because he wanted to be strong. If he was gonna be an animal, he wanted to be the best fucking animal there was. Hell, he'd already decided he was climbing the ranks of the syndicate even if he was only half. Now that shit didn't matter. All that mattered was being a lion, being king.
Going through puberty as a lycanthrope is hell. Shit's hell as a human, as a lion it was ten times as awkward. No one missed him in school since he rarely went before that but with the amount of hormones raging through him from fifteen to twenty-one, he was locked up like a circus pet for most of those years, which is probably why he looks so much like his beast when he grows his hair out. It was a fucking struggle, but he finally managed to get right. Not that he and his beast were ever out of sync, they just had to grow up together, which is giant fucking poster for why you shouldn't turn kids.
The desire to be king never died. It sat on a back burner for a few years while Sean got right with the syndicate and started working his way up. His preference for muscle was strong women, influenced by his beast and his dick. When he came for his throne, the old man, who had worked his way up to the top didn't hesitate to point him in the direction of New Orleans; a territory without a pride. He lucked out.
New Orleans didn't really sound like the kind of place he wanted to settle down, so Sean took his sweet fucking time getting there. Along the way, he found himself with a pet he never wanted, Baela, a mountain lion that attached herself to him while he was sitting on the porch of log cabin in Tennessee. Unable to shake her, they spent three weeks arguing over a name. Now, he's hardly ever seen without her.
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Subject: Re: [Bios] Were-Lions Thu Dec 05, 2019 2:53 pm
Lyric BIO: (must listen because yes.):
G E N E R A L I N F O M A T I O N
Name: Kemora Kingston Nickname: Keke Alias:
Age: 28 Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Occupation: CEO and Founder of Fiercest Fashion
Race: Were-Lion
A P P E A R A N C E
Height: 5’6 Weight: 140 Hair Style/Color: Varies due to wearing trending wigs. Typically Black. Eye Color: Black Facial Features: Heart-shaped face Build: Curved Tattoos/Piercings: Birth mark on her left wrist Scars: None Clothing Style: Depends on the season and what is in trending. Notable Physical Feature: Has a resting bitch face.
L Y C A N T H R O P E A B I L I T I E S
Basic Abilities •Night Terror •Blind Sight •Destructive Snarl •Stare Down
Female Lion Abilities •Shadow the Moon's Light •Resist Pain • Sisters • Heart of the Furies
Regina Abilities •Royal Privilege •Call The Hunt •Mother of the Pride
Group Belonging To: Pride of the North in NYC Now: Pride of the New Orleans Rank/Position: Alpha | Regina
Forms
P E R S O N A L I N F O R M A T I O N
Strengths: Confidence, Determination, Hardass, Workaholic, Heart of Gold Weaknesses: Silver, Common weaknesses in all were-animals, attitude, temper Likes: Business Atmosphere, fashion, Apple Martinis, Being Right, Music: Especially Hiphop/Rap Dislikes: Ignorance, Selfishness, Narcissistic Assholes, Two-face individuals, Lying, Disloyalty, and dishonesty Phobias/Fears: Losing everything she built and somewhat germophobic.
Demeanor: It’s hard to tell if she ever has emotion. Always about business and building her empire in the fashion business. She is definitely one difficult book to read by its cover. Not only does she rarely give any facial expression but, even her smile doesn’t show. Everything emotional about her is from within and may possibly be seen through her eyes but rarely does she give anyone anything more, but a quick glance of her attention. Of course, with the exception of her pride. The know what lies within and behind that resting bitch face. From within however, she is selfless to all those who prove their loyalty and worth to her. She’s the boss that all competitors talk terrible things about in jealousy and envy with little to know about her. All the meanwhile on the other hand her pride and her employees will defend her to no end and speak their admiration and appreciation for her. In the end it’s all about her loyalty to you. Just make sure you don’t take it for granted or misuse it.
Inventory: Two phones, one personal and one business, bank cards, business cards,
Pets: Two Ocelots. (Pancake and Waffles)
Weapons: None. Skilled in Hand to hand Combat excluding Lion supernatural-abilities.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Family Mother = Dead Father= Dead Siblings: Only Child.
Spouse/Partner = In Search of her true Rex Children = Stillborn
Assistants: Natomi (Nickname: Nat)
and Shikiku (Nickname: Kit)
DISCLAIMER: BOTH NPCS. Her left and right hands. Both are sister ware-lions. Both are skillful and trained in all aspects of Keke’s life. Not only are they her leading assistants in her company, they are her bodyguards, and are the definition of loyalty. Also, her closest friends. No matter where Keke is in the world, these two are by her side.
Allies TBA
Enemies
TBA
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
"They say it's a Man's world."
Born on the Upper East side of New York City. Kemora was the only child her parents procreated on Valentines Day. Both parents were successful in creating businesses across the globe. Kemora had everything growing up from private education, to extracurricular sports, and frequent vacations at a level one could only dream of, all over the world. Aside from growing up in the luxurious life style of having CEO's for parents, majority of her childhood she grew up alone. Her CEO parents were 9 times out of 10 gone on business. She grew up in a life of having security around her with full-time nannies that drifted in and out of her life. It was a lonely childhood with lack of emotional attachment to her parents. She grew up to be independent. The neglect from her parents didn't put a dent in her heart however. She remained selfless and caring to those around her. She just became very selective with who deserved her time.
She could of become anything or nothing. She had the privilege of having access to any college, for any degree, for any profession. In private education, she graduated with a high school diploma at 14 and with all the advancement courses she had her degree within the year. However there was a constant need to become the expectation of her parents. For that, she perused in business, of course on her own terms. She followed her passion in the fashion industry and started at entry level. Most rich kids would bum with every last penny of wealth from their parents, but she was definitely a different breed. She wanted to earn and value her worth every step of the way. Unfortunately, neither of her parents survived 9/11 when the twin towers collapsed. The subject of her parents is usually met with a blank stare and a change of subject.
Her entry level position started like most, in the mail room, however she was fifteen. Being quickly liked by most men in the office for her looks, she jumped through positions and ended to being an assistant of one of the leading executives of the branch. Keke wasn't all looks. Intelligent and skillful in the market, a majority of the ideas pitched to the owner of the corporation were originally hers but of course, she never received any credit. It wasn't that she was passive or let him take advantage of her ideas, she never knew about it. Till the CEO Andrew Simon caught on where the executive was getting his big breaking ideas from.
Andrew Simon was the CEO of Icon Fashion. He was every girl's wet dream and every guy's bar to beat. He held a majesty about him and a pull that most would call unnatural but it wasn't enough to be alarming, just alluring. He was the kind of man that got what he wanted, by this means or that and the means, for him, always justified the ends. That being said, having over heard one of his executives in conference with his assistant and then hearing the assistants words skewed only slightly in a daring pitch, Andrew finally understood where his once useless, number crunching staff member suddenly garnered such visionary ideas. Time to cut out the middle man.
Andrew plucked Kemora for himself, grooming her for his right hand. Luckily for him, she had come of age by then. Her ideas, while not publicly acknowledged, were generously rewarded and her strength and control of the company expanded faster than any other. Her ability to handle power, stress and crisis only further endeared her to her boss, but for much darker reasons. Those slightly unnatural traits about Andrew were wholly unnatural. As Rex of the North Pride in NYC, he was exceptional at parading as a human but a Rex is always on the hunt for a Regina and Kemora was showing all the right traits.
By 20 she had been bitten by Andrew and it became apparent that he had an obsession for beautiful things. His pride was a collection of some of the most beautiful and powerful men and women in the city. The business life took a dramatic turn for Keke. They say it's a man's world, and for Keke her world circled around Andrew, in a very Ike and Tina situation.
In the beginning of being new to the lion life, she didn't know what she was capable of. It wasn't till she realized she wasn't the only one he was abusing his authority over but what he did to the rest of the pride. After she saw what he was doing to them she made them her top priority to protect even if it was risking her own well being. They came first and she protected them at all costs from their Rex's wrath. She couldn't save them all however and the pride lost members. Others were so brainwashed they saw her actions not as heroic but bothersome to their now natural order.
Six years of hell. She never broke, not even once. She grew in strength and even managed to turn some of the more devout to her side. Loyalty for Andrew was dwindling. His company, without Kemora's input, which she had begun to with hold, was crumbling. Some of the stronger but more passive lions found ways to leave the pride and after one particular tantrum of his, Kemora made her first break; she left the company. It didn't take long for her own company "Fiercest Fashion" to be established.
Andrew was furious and it became apparent that there would be now reconciling pride life while running her own company. During a full moon, Andrews ranking about her and her choices brought on the second break. LET THE RECORD SHOW, a bitch did not start this fight, but she damn sure finished it. In the wake of a blood bathe, the tiny pride was left at three. Kemora and her two assistants, Kit and Nit.
That full moon illuminated another cause for despair -- she had been pregnant. The following full moon a stillborn into the world. New York had become a graveyard of dreams and family. So while her business had no physical foothold in the world yet, Kemora packed up what was left of her pride and moved south to New Orleans.
Floating her business from her website and out of the already established New York warehouse, allows the prideless Regina to remain ever reclusive. Her presence in New Orleans hadn't gone unnoticed, however. There is also a prideless Regina in the city that is very wary of this new and potential threat. For the New Orleans lions there yet another dark shadow on the move.