Name: Kirefu
Nicknames: Kir
Age: late 20s
Family: Unknown/deceased
Mate: None
Pride: Pridelander
Position in pride: None

Height: Somewhat tall
Build: Quite thin and lanky.
Main body fur colour: Ash brown.
Mane & tail tuft colour: Dark brown.
Belly fur colour: Ashy cream.

Distinguishing features:
- Three diagonal scars on his face, one crossing his left eye.
- His mane is very long and somewhat unkempt; it hangs down and curls slightly at the ends.
- His claws are almost always unsheathed.
Disability or health problems:
- Somewhat poor vision in his left eye, due to injury.
- Depressed at times.

Personality & Bio:: Kirefu had a fairly average life growing up in the Pridelands; at least, as average as life in those times could be. He never knew his father, and as his mother was getting on in years, he had no siblings. Still, he was quite content; a momma's boy, he often stuck to his mother's side and was too shy to even approach other cubs except when forced.

His world was shattered when his mother died of old age when he was an adolescent. He suddenly found himself utterly alone with little idea of what to do with himself or how to survive. To make matters worse, trouble was brewing in the Pridelands; the queen had died in a hunting accident, and small murmurs of rebellion were beginning to spread.

Soon enough, Kirefu found himself taken under the wing of Kiume, one of the pride's males. Kiume was a young adult, handsome and strong, and quite popular among the pride's younger lions. He also had some radical ideas about the monarchy and a sometimes fiery temper, but Kirefu was grateful enough to have a friend that he was willing to overlook Kiume's faults.

Time passed and eventually the uprising that had been muttered about for so long happened. Suddenly Kirefu had a choice to make: he could follow Kiume and the other rebels to the jungle, or stay in the Pridelands, the only home he'd ever known. It was a hard decision, but he was afraid of change, and chose to stay behind. Kiume only looked at him with disgust and then left. Kirefu was shocked: he had thought their friendship meant more than Kiume's political alliances. He was wrong. And once again, he found himself alone.

Thankfully, this time, he had learned enough from Kiume to care for himself. Though he stayed with the Pridelanders, he often ate alone, slept alone, and spent his days alone. Some knew him and would talk to him on occasion, but more often than not he was ignored, and that was the way he preferred it. What he viewed as a betrayal from Kiume had cut him deep, and he didn't want to get hurt again.

Time once again passed without incident until the day the Junglers attacked. Kiume was among the jungle's soldiers, and though Kirefu tried his best to avoid him, Kiume tracked him down. It was the first time they'd seen each other since Kiume had left. They exchanged words as well as blows. Kirefu wasn't exactly weak--he had built up his strength by hunting for himself--but he was still afraid of hurting the lion that had once been his closest friend. He focused mainly on blocking Kiume's attacks, and managed to hold his own for a while, until Kiume roared and struck Kirefu hard across the face, nicking his left eye. The fighting stopped between them; Kiume stared at him with a mixture of rage and shock as Kirefu gritted his teeth, trying to focus his vision and get the blood out of his eye. They glared at each other for a few moments before Kiume turned and ran, attacking someone else.

Thanks to the help of the pride's medicine lion, Kirefu didn't lose his eye completely, but he bore three ugly scars across his face, and his vision in his left eye was blurred. With that, his feelings for Kiume transformed from hurt to outright hatred.

Reference pictures: adult headshot , my lame attempt at drawing scars , cub full body

Sample roleplay: Kirefu warily approached the glittering waters of the Prideland's largest lake. It was high noon, and the heat was sweltering; consequently, the lake was surrounded by lions and other animals alike drinking or trying to cool off in the water. He hated to go to the water hole while so many others were there, but his mouth was dry and the heat unbearable. He tried to pick a spot away from the others and drank.

Sadly, his solitude was short-lived. A young lioness had spotted him and was bouncing her way over. "Hi, Kirefu!" she said, coming to halt beside him and moving uncomfortably close.

He tried his best not to grimance. "Hello, Ashi," he replied, the unenthusiam in his voice unmistakable. He had never been a good actor. Still, Ashi didn't seem to notice.

"What are you doing today?" she purred, inching ever closer.

Kirefu blinked, oblivious as to what her behavior could mean. The only lioness that had ever purred at him was his mother. He felt himself on the edge of panic. "Um, I have to go, sorry," he said lamely, beginning to move away at a pace he hoped was subtle.

Still, he was already too far to hear her crestfallen, "Oh."

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