Moyo {Male Lion}

[Winks]

Picture:

(Wiki Commons)

Note: His mane is a little bit darker and longer. But not by much.

Name: Moyo
Pronunciation: Moe•yo
Meaning Zezuru of Zimbabwe name meaning "heart".
Species: Lion
Gender: Male
Age: 3 (and a half-ish)

Personality:
Who, Moyo? Lessee... Two words come to mind. Young and stupid. And then charming, fun, free, jealous and lazy.  But mostly young and stupid.

He has no recollection of the Lurch, nor does he care.  He floats about life knowing he is big enough to be left alone by most seeking fights, and strong enough to fend for himself.  He never worries where the next meal will come from, as he has full faith in his abilities and somewhat remarkable strength for his size.

When I say lazy, I mean he will try to get things the easiest way possible.  Energy-wise, Moyo enjoys playfulness at times, and even games.

I mention stupid because he lacks common sense. He has bravery larger than his body, landing him in fights in which the only way of getting out is either death or quick retreat.

When things his heart is really set on aren't throwing themselves into his paws, he will invest all of his effort to get them.  This has recently been very true on the account of lionesses.

He does not demand or expect much from others, and is rather lenient in control over others. He is not possessive to any extreme, but can be very jealous.


Description:
The golden-blonde pelt enwrapping this male is truly beautiful, when he feels like grooming it.

His somewhat short, black to blonde-brown mane is thick and full, but not as large as an older male's.  His muscles are quite visible, but he is not stocky or bulky because of them.  Moyo's dark amber eyes can stare down most anyone, and his face can transform from sweet and kind to fierce and brave.  

The tuft at the end of his tail is longer than usual, with a gradient of black starting at the bottom, to an almost blonde-brown toward the tip.

He has only two scars. One of which (the largest) is a vivid and thick scratch along his side from his right shoulder, wrapping down to the bottom of his rib cage.

The other is a just as noticeable but thinner wound on his face, across his left eye, wrapping down to his jaw. These both were the result from a scrap with a tiger when Moyo was an adolescent.

History:

Moyo was born just before the Lurch. He was able to grow for a few months on his mother's milk and cold love. Though he often "remembers" cubhood, these memories he speaks of are false, made by his mind in fantasy.

When the Lurch happened, Moyo couldn't care less about his family. He found scraps of meat and bones to gnaw on, and that was all that mattered to him.

He eventually learned to communicate by listening in on other cats when they'd talk excitedly about the island happenings. As an adolescent, he grew more and more confident about himself, has he learned "street smarts" and sly moves.

He took bigger risks and less falls. Conquering pieces of land and territories through disputes, proving to be the "king of the island"... In his head, anyway.