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4'2 - 565lbs
Being quite the large male, Seraphiel is used to towering over others. His height and build make him quite imposing, and he doesn't mind that. All the better to defend others with, though it makes some want to use him for their own desires even more.
His pelt is a deep maroon striped with black on his hind end and legs. His tail is an even deeper maroon, with a solid dorsal passing along his back, disappearing under the black mass of his mane. He might be a rather boring looking male, were it not for the white underside, toes, and especially the white mask that paints his face. It encircles his eyes, then dips down his muzzle while avoiding his cheeks before curling under his chin. Inverted triangles appear under his golden eyes, and a trio of white lines mark the end of his chin.
He carries numerous scars from his youth, the most obvious of which is across his muzzle. Still, there are many more littering his frame, most hiding under his mane or fur. One doesn't have to look too close to see them, though.
A strong and silent giant, it isn't uncommon to find Seraphiel lurking in the background of any gathering. You can't miss him, given his sheer bulk, but if you happen to glance over him he won't draw your attention to him any other way. He's reserved, seldom saying anything and even more rarely speaking about himself in any way. It can be a pain to get anything out of him, though he's more than willing to listen. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he's your guy (presuming you can reach it to cry on it).
Despite his silence, he's incredibly loyal and protective. Should he choose to serve under another, one can expect his utmost devotion to them, unless they begin to act in ways that go against his moral code. He refuses to harm an innocent again, and frowns upon attacking women even if they begin the fight. He'll do it, of course, because he knows they can hold their own and are strong, but he won't like it. Under no circumstances will he harm a cub, to the point where he dislikes even sparring with them to train them, though he will if requested.
Those he cares about find themselves with a silent guardian, one who will do anything to ensure they are kept safe and sound. Those who require a champion will find themselves with one, perhaps even without having to ask.
Born to a group of lions led by a bloodthirsty king, Seraphiel was chosen to be part of his ravaging army, to be send far and wide across the land and take whatever the king desired. He was expected to be a mighty warrior, to fight and defend and obey orders without hesitation or question. For many years, he did just that. Then, eventually, it began to wear on him. The unquestioning respect demanded by the king began to rankle, and he began to see that the king was well and truly insane. His lust for blood and others to be used as pawns and playthings was unable to be curbed, and Seraphiel was tired of doing his bidding.
He turned away, leaving everything he had ever known behind. There were few who dared to challenge his decision, though the king was understandably enraged by the choice. Who could stop him, with his size and training? None of those left, that was certain. Having roamed on his own for over a year, Seraphiel eventually found himself in a new land, with new opportunities. Hopefully these will serve him better than the past.
For a time, all was well. He had even found himself a new pride that he was happy to call home. Then, disaster struck. The king and queen were forced to flee into other lands, and the ever loyal Seraphiel followed them. Starting over again isn't a problem for him. He's quite used to it. What he isn't used to is caring about others around him. What happens now will be quite the change from before.
None he cares to acknowledge.
Avatar art from a long ago site.
Lineart by Ale-tie
Icon art by Leaf