Post by chronicler on Sept 10, 2011 15:21:56 GMT -5
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Rafiki[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Male[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Adult[/sub]
WHAT PRIDE ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
The Pridelanders[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR STATUS?
Rafiki is a healer to the Pridelanders, he tends to those who need his help. He also keeps track of the kings and queens up in his tree.[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?Rafiki is a Mandrill Baboon. He has some blue and greys in his coat along with some red along his face. While the back of his neck is white.
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Rafiki is rather athletic for a monkey having the muscles to do so, he carries around a staff with him while he walks. He has a blue coloring to his fur while his face remains blue red and bits of white on his mane. He can be found sitting crosslegged as he tries to talk to the passed kings and queens or is just simply meditating.[/sub]
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Rafiki can act strangely as he carries out his duties towards the younger generations, they may not entirely understand his ways, but some how he'll get to them. Such as an example of getting to Simba to prove that he was Mufasa's son, the next one in line for a king. He does whatever he can to aid those in need weather it be a friend that needs help or wounds that need to be tended. However if you get on the bad side of the baboon, he is not afraid to strike back with his staff. He is well known to put up a fight and make sure the enemy will back down.[/sub]
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Rafiki has no known descendents, but he did help Mheetu's son back to health when he was a cub. He treats the cub with great respect but also can be very strange at times.[/sub]
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
"I see much distress in the future..." A voice said as the sun was starting to set. A lone wise healer was resting up in the boabob tree that he had known as home. It was one of the few that had grown up so high. Within the tree however it was another story it was the home to Rafiki as he worked with different assortments of healing remities that the eye had never seen before. However, he knew every one of them by heart as it was passed down to him from his parents. He was resting crosslegged at the base of the trunk on one of the large trees as he seemed focused on a drawing that he had been working on.[/sub]
There stood three figures of a lion but one had only matured. That was recognized as Kiara, while the only two others, Kopa, and Koda of Simba's sons. But how distressing it had been, he thought for Simba having to choose. It reminded him of the times back when Mufasa and Scar had been fighting for the throne. He honestly hoped that it wouldn't go back those dark times. "I certainly hope you're listening Mufasa, your son needs you." He said as he spoke up to the heavans as if Mufasa had been right beside him. Never leaving. However he looked up hearing a soft blow of the wind, there seemed to be no response this time from the old kings. He sighed, realising what this may mean, Simba, perhaps, was on his own.
