.::Matemo::.
Roleplay Color - #9692f6
Name: Matemo Deformed
Life Stage: Adult
Gender: Male
Pride: Rogue
Parents: ??? x ??? (deceased)
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Personality: His confidence has been shattered by neglect and being treated like a monster.
He's very shy and is afraid other lions will hurt him and outcast him like he had been in his old clan, so is also constantly afraid of what they would do with him.
The problem with this is he's also incredibly curious and longing to know if anyone out there is a monster like he is!
He just wants to be loved.
History:
Matemo was one of the unfortunate cubs that are born with no love nor comfort from anyone he was close too.
When he was first born, only his mother loved him and she was killed for giving birth to such an abomination.
In his clan, giving birth to a child with golden colours was to sin against the Gods and so she was instantly put to death...however, their laws strictly forbid the killing of cubs and so the cub was saved for now.
But he was given a cruel name by the leader of the clan who took him in.
Matemo.
Which meant, deformed.
The old female who took 'care' of him was not only a perfectionist, but a facist, if everything wasn't the way she wanted it would either be destroyed or seen as an outcast.
And that's exactly what she intended to do with this cub, since he learnt to speak and hear, he'd been kept out of the eyes of the other pride and was told he was nothing more than a monster.
Something that made the Gods angry just by him being seen by others and it was only if he was to stay out of the eyes of everyone but her, would he be forgiven by the gods and allowed into their haven when he eventually passed away.
This was continued for moons until he eventually started to think that way and gave up the thought that maybe the old lioness was lieing, but he also longed for the comfort of other lions as he grew older.
However, even in his prison and sanctuary with the old lioness, the clan could not escape the terror of the world outside their home and soon they were killed off by the lingering remnants of the plague.
Terrified, the young male ran off in terror and into the world.
Young and not knowing what the world had in store for one as ugly as him, time would only tell if he survived or not.
Colourist: Meepfur
