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Dark. A sense of unknown and foreboding seems to radiate from this mysterious male. What lies within those soulful purple eyes? What hides inside?
Supporting a decently large sized build standing at 3'11 and weighing 520 pounds, even with how softly he seems to carry himself, there's a distinct ripple of muscle underneath that thick, ivory fur. His fur in itself is mostly white with various white dapples upon his chest and shoulders. His back legs possess a darker cream color and this darker gradient continues upward towards his underbelly and flanks. Edgar also carries a darker cream face mask with white undereye markings.
Perhaps the most striking detail on this lion is his eyes. Mesmerizing, Beautiful, Soulful. Truly against his white fur they're a sight to behold. Often filled with emotion, his wide eyes are a bright yet deep purple in color, sure to capture whomever decide to stare into them in a brief trance of just...'wow'.
For such a large-bodied man it's rather shocking how quiet Edgar is. Seldom do other individuals even notice when he's around, as he almost seems to creep about, as though not wanting others to know of his presence. Distant and a lone wolf of some sorts, Edgar rarely hangs around others and even when he is around others rarely does he seem to speak. Sadly enough it seems like he wants to though. A sort of sad longing can almost always be seen in his eyes as he watches from afar. But, even when invited, he merely gives a sad, gentle smile and shies away. This stems from his childhood around his natal pride, and his own low self-esteem.
Truly Edgar believes that he'll only cause trouble and bring problems whenever he's around; as though he's a symbol of bad luck. He can see the fear in others eyes when he's around. He notices mothers shuffling their cubs away when he's near. They see him for not who he is, but, what he is; the son of the terror that was Cain.
Edgar himself is pretty shy and incredibly soft-spoken and gentle, which often surprises those who choose to get to know him. His deep voice is soft enough to not frighten even that of a butterfly, and he's a gentle giant at heart. He's rather emotional and sensitive, and so, realizing this, he willingly chooses to distance himself; he doesn't want to feel their scornful stares or feel unwelcome.
That being said Edgar is pretty distrustful. Of both himself and others. He fears his strength, believing that a lust for bloodshed runs through his blood. And, naturally, he distrusts others. No one willingly wants to be his friend nor be around him; surely, they must be tricking him? While polite and cordial, he still won't truly allow himself to open to others out of fear of being hurt...Or worse, hated and rejected by someone who he's begun to care about.
Still, the blood of a protector does run through his veins. Similar to how even his crazed and power hungry father still deeply loved him and his mother, Edgar is the same. He is protective and entirely supportive of those he holds dear; which can be a bit shocking for a man as seemingly shy as he is.
The story of Edgar begins not with his birth, but, instead, the tale of his father, Cain. A large brute within his own right, Cain was a man who wormed his way into the hearts of their natal pride, if just to topple the very society they knew. Charismatic; a natural leader - he was well liked and loved. He attempted to murder their leader at the time, Axel, and seize control over the pride, with the aid of a few other rugged loners he'd managed to bargain with. It was a bloody battle. However, he inevitably failed at his crafty attempt, and fled with fear for his life, leaving his band of bandits to fend for their own lives.
They tracked the murderous man down and were met for one last savage fight between both them and his mate. Fearing for their own lives, the patrol was forced to kill the pair within their own home; a small den on the edge of the pridelands. As the individuals prepared to return back home though, they saw a tiny scrap of shuddering fur; a tiny cub who bared his teeth at the lions who had murdered his parents. Though the son of a would-be murderer and a liar, there was no way they could simply leave a cub here by itself to die, no? And so, the pride took Edgar to raise him as their own.
However what they saw as a blessing might've well been a curse to the young cub. Scorned for his kin and not trusted by even the lionesses who raised him Edgar suffered an early youth full of neglect and harassment. Any time the cub bared a fang back, the other cubs shrieked - they...were truly terrified of him. Of what he had the possibility to do, thanks to his father's bloody 'coup'.
The stories others told him of his traitorous father were something that always made the young cub wince away in disbelief. For when his father returned home to he and his mother after being gone for several days on end he was kind. Gentle. Warm. He promised of a future where they would be treated like kings. Surely that couldn't be the same man who had caused such havoc and chaos?
As Edgar grew older he reclined more and more into himself. Unsure of whether he felt a genuine loyalty to his pride or just a lingering gratefulness that they raised him and allowed him to stay. In time he eventually left his natal pride in order to have a fresh start for himself, away from the judgmental gazes of others. Even now he still strives to find the day where he feels as though he'll be truly accepted for who, and what, he is.
Father: Cain
Mother: Tulip
