Fletch // Lion }{ Eat this

[I L Y I C H]

FLETCH

Gender:female
Age: 2 years
Species: lion
*Pride: Akando
*Rank: huntress

Eye color: pale green
Body Build: lean wiry agile
Fur Length: very short
*In-Depth Physical Appearance:
-had a very long one for cheetah fletch but had to scrap it for lion fletch-

TIS TAWNY AND PRETTY SO THERE D:<


Mother: unknown
Father: unknown
Siblings: doesn't remember
Friends: nope
Mate: N/a
Children: N/a

Do they oppose humans?: YES
Personality:
Self absorbed:.
Fletch is extremly self relient, and has a good deal of arrogance because of it. She would rather wander alone or with one other then with a group. But she isn't stupid, and isn't about to go against the Iris pride. She tends to be a bit stand offish, or as much as she could be with out being able to speak. Hovering off on the edgeof things, Fletch would rather just do her job and go to sleep then hang about with the other members of Iris. She has no interest in chatter, or gossip. Her arrogance arises from the petty little thought that she is higher thenthe others. After all she doesn't feel the need to ramble about meeningless pratle, so she's better then them. In her own mind any way.

Cynical:.
Her mind is a wash of pessimism. She doesn't believe in happy days, only days when she's about to loose her tail instead of her life. Optimisim is a thing she detests more then anything else. To her its like their trying to shove her nose into the shit she's eaten her entire life.Life isn't a bunch of happy moments, and she refuses to believe as such. Its a reason behind her hatred of the lexis tribe, how dare they speak of peace that doesn't exist. Her humor is dark and she tends tobe rather sarcastic, but now these little bouts of humor must be shown through eye rolls and tail twitches instead of words.

Determind:.
Anything she sets on her slate will be finished. There is no maybe, there simply is. Her eyes will not be diverted until her taskis done, even if it means loosign her throat. Hey its not like its much use to her at the moment. Despite this she is evry laid back. She'd rather walk calmly into a fight then be ambushed during the race. Her patience is bottomless, or so she makes it seem. Fletch isn't one to share her emotions openly, or reveal them at all. What better way to hunt then to let the prey enrage itself into rushign you? She is crafty, goading the animals around her, playing with them. Even without her voice she remains the ever taunting figure. Her face twitchignin the exact responce to make some poor little kitty snap...

What made them decide to escape?: the whole vocal cord incident
History:
-born in captive breeding facility
-removed from mother
-bottle fed
-killed sparrow at young age and earned name 'Fletch' meaning to recieve with a feather
- sold
- placed in cramped cage
- complained loudly about starvation
-human had her vocal cords severed
-escaped
-joined akando




Born into the illegal pet trade, Fletch was screwed from the start. Still young and weak the lion cub was removed from her mothers teat to be raised by man, to make her less dangerouse they say. But all things raised poorly are dangerouse, treated by man or not. She suckled gredily for her time, before being sold away from the odd man who took care of her. Still under the age of one the cub tottered about in her new place, a small cage that for the time seemed large, but as she grew it shrank around her. Shrank and shrank. The food came less regularly as the new owner forgott his obsessions. The lion cried and hissed and shrieked her misery. And what was his responce. The man,the new owner spent the money once sanctioned to her feed funds to silence her.

Unable to call in defiance she sat lonsome and hardened in the back of her cage. The scars along her throat healing from the surgery that took her voice. Fletch watched in hate as the man reluctantly fed her. She watched in interest as something took hold of his body. And she grinned her glee when his body fell to the dust, dead where he stood. The only issue being escape, the two year old feline inched her bone thin body between her bars and made her way out into the country. Into the dying country. She was however shocked by one thing. The hatred between canines and felines. Look at those cats! Lions, tigers! How easily they could desimate the dogs, those mutts. So she slipped to the side, the side she believed would win.

She could always switched around.