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Summer, Year 1

As the mild spring fades into summer, it is realized that a drought is beginning. Rather than watering the grass, the sky is a solid blue. Beautiful, but hot. Showers become less and less frequent through the months, and a foreboding is felt in the air. While wetter climates still experience showers, it is not quite enough to keep the grass green and the foliage lush. Smaller creeks shrink to a trickle, and large rivers become narrower. While things aren't completely dry, fires become more frequent, and the dessert becomes a wasteland. Hopefully times will begin looking up, but as the summer wears on, promise of a respite dwindles.
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Ntwadumela

The Pale King

Ntwadumela (Knot-wa-due-mala) means He Who Greets with Fire.

"Anyone can be a pawn in this great game of chess. We can be more. Let me show you my plan. Let me be your King."
OOC Account Hermes
Gender Male
Age 32
Species/Breed Lion
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
Alliance Ventri
Territory Homeless
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Last Visit: 01-25-2019, 1:01am 1:01am
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Human Form



Eye Color: Ice Blue
Height: 6'5"

Ntwa stands at 6 feet 5 inches and he takes great pride in this fact.

Actually, Natwa takes great pride in everything about himself.

From his pale skin, that is dotted with freckles which makes the light color of his skin stand out even more, to his brownish-red hair, Natwa thinks himself a fine example of attractiveness.

Hair trimmed short on the sides and slightly longer on top, he makes sure to keep it very presentable. He has five feathers that are carefully tied into his hair. He also sports a short beard, the same color as his hair, that he takes great pleasure in keeping well-trimmed.

His stunning blue eyes are the same hue both in and out of lion form. They stare out at world with emotionless judgement of all.

When in human form he prefers to wear a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and gray sneakers.

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Breed/Species: Lion
Height: 5'5"

Topping the charts at a staggering 5 feet 5 inches (at his shoulders), this lion is bigger than his normal counter parts.

His pelt is white and has little color to break up the snowy palette that is his coat. However, at the base of his bleached-white mane, is the only spot of color on his pelt. The deep black of night lines the underside of his proud mane. There are also five feathers of various birds tied carefully into the fur of his mane. Varying in colors, from black to red to brown, each feather is carefully tied with a strip of leather.

When looking at his face the thing to take note of is his twin ice blue eyes. The emotionless judgement that he looks at all with is still found in them.

His massive paws, the same white as his pelt on the top while dark black pads grace the underside, tread heavily with each step he takes.
Cold: When meeting Ntwa do not expect any kindness. He greets most, if not all, with cool indifference. He judges, weighs, and considers everything one does before deciding what use they will be to him.

Vain: A proud creature, Ntwa believes himself to be better than others. He takes great pride in his appearance, taking painstaking care to keep burrs and twigs out of his mane.

Distrustful: Slow to believe in others, quick to jump to conclusions, it is hard to gain Ntwa’s trust. He believes all creatures that cross his path have a hidden agenda. If, by some miracle, his trust is gained, never lose it, because Ntwa is a powerful enemy to have.

Distant: Keeping others at arm’s length, Ntwa doesn’t freely give information about himself. Closely guarded secrets are his strong suit. He guards not only his secrets, but his heart, well.

Quiet: Not one to run his mouth off, unless provoked, Ntwa is more prone to letting others lead the conversation. He will listen, carefully, to all things told to him. Should someone opt to tell their life story to Ntwa, he will listen. Just bear in mind that all things told to Ntwa will be filed away for later use.
Born to a pride where strength was valued more than anything, Ntwa was considered weak.

As a cub he showed too much emotion, too much sensitive. Often singled out and beat upon by the ‘stronger’ of the cubs, Ntwa slowly learned to shut off his sensitive side. By his teenage years he was devoid of the caring, loving side that he once had.

He grew bigger, stronger than the ones who had hurt him as a child. The tormented, become the tormenter and he took out all his anger, all his hurt on those who had wronged him. His father, seeing the aggression in him, assigned the boy as a protector of the pride. Any who dared to cross his path was met with the fury of fire.

On his eighteenth birthday, as was custom in his pride, he was given his name.

His father marched out, the four of them awaiting names before him. Marching down the line he called out name after name before he came to stand before his son. A smile twitched on his lips. The boy was going to be man now. His father spoke, “I was worried about you young one. You were weak, pathetic.” The boy stood there, allowing his father to speak. The man continued, “These past years you have grown, matured. Those who had bullied you now fear you. You are a great protector of this pride. All who cross your path are met with fear and fury. For this reason, I have chosen your name carefully, Ntwadumela.” With a tip of his head his father left him.

On his twentieth birthday, Ntwa struck off into the great wide world, ready to start his own pride. For twelve years he has roamed, still greeting all with the same intensity and fire of all those years ago.
Ntwadumela has been gifted the ability of fire

Ntwa has always loved the sight of fire. The way it dances, the kiss of the flames, all enticing and alluring to him.

Since entering the land of Aspasia, Ntwa has felt the heat of the fire live within him. He is now able to focus the heat into small flames. The flames are the same icy blue as his eyes.

Right now, basically all he can do is light fires and make theatrics. If he focuses he can breathe a small amount of flames or snort a fireball.

However, with the use comes great strain. His muscles will cramp and he gets tired quickly. Headaches can occur if he makes flames too big or too hot. He can also become dehydrated if he uses the flames for too long.
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