Name: Zena (Beautiful ornament)
Nickname: Z
Gender: Female
Species: Lion
Age: Adolescent



Physical Description: Zena is a beautiful young woman. She has slightly dark spots underneath her eyes, and has black "eyebrows", creating a mysterious look to her. She is a grayish-tan lioness, and the hair on the end of her tail is black. At first glance, she could easily pass for a Pridelander.

Personality: Zena is a mysterious girl. She likes to keep secrets and play tricks on people. She is a manipulator, and uses her charm to get people to do what she wants. She is never one to pass up an opportunity, and she loves exploring the lands around her. She has a rather short temper, and when she gets angry, she can snap quickly and ferociously.



Homeland: Shadowlands
Pride: The Outsiders
Rank: TBD

Family: None; her family died of sickness when she was younger. She learned to fend for herself at a young age.

History: Zena was born into a family of Outsiders. She was raised to believe that the Outsiders were the superior pride, and it's a thought system that she's kept throughout her entire life. Her parents and siblings all contracted an illness and died, leaving Zena alone when she was on the brink of adolescence. Now, she's just trying to live her life in the Shadowlands without dying of starvation.



OOC Alias: Pandora
Best Way to Contact: PM me on here...I visit my RP sites multiple times a day.

Rp Sample:

Spoiler:

"One...ta-three!" Orissa shouted, and then took off. "HEY! No fair!" Aspen shouted after her, but she was off like a bullet. Aspen dug his foot into the ground and sprung forward off of it, determined to catch up to her. He entered the mouth of the cave, and was quickly plunged into darkness. He could tell he was catching up to Orissa, but didn't want to bump into her, so he swerved to the left. He ran a few more steps before his arm met a sharp rock, cutting a rather large and deep gash into his bicep. "Gahh!" He gasped in pain, but kept running. He touched his arm with his right hand, and his fingers met his blood. His mother was going to kill him. He kept pushing forward, and eventually passed Orissa. A few seconds after he passed her, he heard Orissa trip over a rock and fall. He thought for a split second about helping, but decided to keep pushing on; she would probably be mad at him if he let her win. He finally came to the end of the tunnel, and burst through the light. His eyes stung as his pupils tried to shrink, and he ducked and weaved past some trees to re-find the tree his sweatshirt was tied to. He spotted the blue fabric, and ran straight for it. He touched the tree with his right hand, leaving some bloody fingerprints on the bark. He turned on his heels and headed for the cave again. He passed Orissa on the way back, and flashed her a smile. He re-entered the cave, making sure to stay as close to the middle as possible, to avoid cutting himself again. He could feel the blood coming out of his arm and run down it. Hopefully the river was clean. Aspen finally reached the clearing again, and pressed on just a bit farther to reach the large oak tree he pointed out as the finish line. When he reached it, he stopped running and leaned against the tree to take a closer look at his arm. He heard Orissa come back, and he waited a few seconds before she reached the tree. "Well, we both hurt ourselves in this silliness." Aspen said with a laugh. "I think I got the worst of it."

Rules Password: Everything the light touches, is our kingdom.