Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2020 1:36:49 GMT -5
Who am I? Just a conscience!
Introduce yourself
Hey, howdy, hey! The name's Nobu, and I wished upon a star from the Sleepy Hollow Graveyard. My other imaginary friends include no one. Simba and I are so very eager to join the Worlds of Disney circle of life!
Character basics
Character name: Simba
Age: 16 months
Species: Panthera leo
Birthplace: The Priderock
Movie: The Lion King
Custom title: King of the jungle!
Why'd you pick this character? Simba is still one of my favourite characters of all time, if not the single favourite. He is a character that can be painted in so many different colours, and who changes so much during the movie. I have some history with this character already, and I want to honour it with the progress I’ve made. I chose this cut of him, this time, because I wish to explore this specific part of his psyche and the possible interactions with other wonderful characters. There’s a million thing’s I haven’t done, just you wait!
Character appearance
Hair description: This lion has not grown a mane yet but will surely have the fairest mane of them all. For now, he is content with a discreet golden tuff of fur on his head.
Facial description/mood/expressions: Simba has inquisitive eyes, and gleam with potential. Be it potential for glory or for trouble. Red irises contrast well with the golden fur that is so prominent between the male lions of his family. Fluffy ears carry a darker inner border that signalizes his age. It is more likely to see a smirk or a grin than a smile on the cub’s snout but he is known to make the best faces.
Clothing style: He dresses extravagantly. So much so, in fact, that he wears next to nothing most of the time.
Body build: As expected form age, Simba is slightly larger than a household cat. Quite a lot heavier as well, thanks to muscles developed by untold hours of play-hunting. In comparison to other lions his age, he presents a slimmer body and fluffier ears.
Any unique traits: While his face bears a lot of emotion, his general qualities are far from unique. He could pass as any number of lions if equipped with the right wig.
Original character analysis (In your own words and please be thorough)
Personality:
Simba has a smile that can melt the coldest of hearts, but also a smirk to strike fear in every bird heart. Pranking is his bread and butter, and nothing beats the laugh after you scare the poor meerkat with a roar.
While he once had a destiny and responsibilities to look up to, he is now living the dream he never had. He will interest in philosophies and jokes and pranks in the heat of the moment, just to let them go minutes after. He is terribly stubborn, however, which implies he hardly leaves something half-done, but the quality is up to discussion.
Maybe the biggest he consistently has is to keep his past away and patch up the gashing cracks in his worry-free philosophy. Tries to define himself by it alone due to the lack of tradition and history that he had to let go.
History:
On the very day Simba was born, the whole savannah sang their praises to the new heir to the throne. Every single animal was happy, the hunts were called off and instead, all got to banquette together. Even his uncle was probably cheery, but he wasn’t present in the ceremony because of… important stuff probably? He grew to be a happy little brat, and became known for his pranks… He once covered a zebra’s white strips with mud, so the others were not able to identify her anymore! Oh! And that time he elected himself the King of all elephants after climbing on top of one, and spent the whole day hopping from one pachyderm to the other. He might have ticked lots of animals off, but be never did anything seriously wrong… Oh. Yeah. That. He once managed to fool Zazu and escape into the elephant graveyard with Nala. Long story short, he fought off some hyenas and his father helped finish them off. Their legs were shaking after they heard his roar! He got scolded after that, of course, there was kind of an important rule about never leaving Pridelands… But that would not prevent him from leaving the Pridelands again.
To be honest, he would only leave the Pridelands once more in his life after that. Just once. And he would never be coming back. He was done with the kingdom! Something… rather unpleasant happened, and it was enough to end his need to become a king. Now, he would rather wait for it. Or even better, don’t be a king at all! Surely, they could find someone else to be the king. The new guy might not be as good as king as Simba would be, but he should make the cut hopefully. At least, even without legitimacy, he would deserve it.
After the incident, Simba ran to the Badlands, the desert’s frontier. He was not in a good shape. He almost became hyena food… And vulture’s too! But his first part in the circle of life was not over just yet. He was saved by two curious individuals: a warthog named Pumba, and a meerkat named Timon who took him to their own home of the heavens, the Great Jungle! A beautiful, beautiful place. Simba had not to worry about food, for it was abundant (slimy and satisfying!). He had not to worry about time, for it wasn't important. He could go back at any point, of course. He was free! But… Why should he? He was perfectly fine where he was. And they had probably found another king at this point! He was not needed, and he was quite happy to live without the pressure. Happy to finally be as free as he could be. Happy to let go of what brought the largest storm cloud to his heart. His destiny was not to be the king of Pridelands, but the king of himself. A title that required no blood and costed no tears but brought just as much freedom to his soul.
Ambitions:
He craves nothing but living the day. Enjoy the grubs, the sun and the freshwater. He has left his old life behind him and will fight with tooth and nails (literally!) to keep it from showing back up.
Strengths & abilities:
Simba’s developed the amazing superpower of not caring at all. He has come to a point almost anything could happen and not shake his day at all. However, at heart, he is a bright soul and cannot stand injustice. Will do his best to protect those who care about him; and even those who don’t.
Flaws:
Due to his age and general easygoingness, he is yet to call himself a master of anything. He is known to be too naïve for his own good… or his family’s, for that matter. He is a pretty sore loser but he always wishes to be staying in the spotlight, everywhere you look at. He shies away from responsibility and he’s way too evasive with anything regarding his past.
Likes:
The sunset, ladybugs. Those chunky red caterpillars and sunbathing. He is happy to be free to go wherever he wishes and to do whatever he wants. While he misses some of those he used to like, he enjoys the lack of responsibilities.
Dislikes:
Hyenas. The sunrise. Responsibilities. Hyenas. Boredom. Losing in play-hunting. Hyenas. Losing in general. Did I say hyenas?
Fears:
His past. Destiny had reserved for him far worse than he could ever have dreamt of in his worse nightmares. The one thing he fears the most if to be haunted by what he let go of.
Anything to add?:
He is still working on his roar. Yeah, it will take a while.
RP SAMPLE:
Where could one start? Not from the beginning, no. The beginning was a cactus whose spikes were too dangerous to touch. The future was yet to be, so the moment was the obvious choice, and it spoke about the blue sky and the Badlands that surrounded the lion.
It was hot, it was horribly hot. The lion could not express how much he had already walked and was ignorant as to how much he was still to walk before his legs would give up. His lips were as dry as the soil under his feet; if the unfertile earth could even call it that.
There was not a single soul in his line of sight standing on the ground. The sun was too strong and the distance was too great. But floating on the air, many birds accompanied Simba. Black birds of large wings and little concern for the non-flying folk. They had an important role to play in the circle of life, and they were content with it.
His breath was getting heavier, his throat felt like a bug’s shell. Just one more step. His vision gave in to the memories. Just one more step. His fur was so hot he could barely feel the pressure of the ground pushing back against his paws. Just one, one last step, and his left cheek met the arid terrain. The birds smile.
