Name:Krelos DreadMaw
Age: 3 years
Gender:Male
-Basic's-
Appearance: Golden brown pelt and mane, Amber eyes. His body his large and very muscular, broad shouldered and barrel bodied. A large scar runs down the middle of his chest.
Species of Big Cat: Lion
Pride: No pride, Krelos is a loner.
Rank:Loner
Personality: Very mysterious and anti social, krelos tend's to stay to himself, having lost his pride and territory to a rival pride he now wander's in loneliness and self exile. He accept's his fate as an exile for failing to protect his home and family, living on in self hate and pain. He is more so to be seen killing something in anger than he is to be seen cuddling someone or something.
Fears/Dislikes: : Krelos fear's being a leader once again, he knows that his whole pride was lost while under his command, he fear's loving, as he knows his mate was also killed because of an order he gave, and he fears himself, because he knows of the monster he has become.
Strengths : Krelos is very good at hiding his emotions, sometimes it's exactly what is needed in almost the most dire of situations, he also is an expert warrior, having trained under his father and uncle before gaining command of the pride, which was military based in nature. Krelos also is a very good swimmer, not exactly a quality that exists in many felines but oddly enough he enjoys water.
Weaknesses: Krelos is weak willed when it comes to females and cubs, he had once had a mate of his own as well as cubs but they were taken from him, and although a monster he may have become he still will go out of his way and even risk his life to save a female and her cub if in danger, this is a grave weakness when it put's your own life on the line when that is the last thing you have left to your name. Krelos isn't a very good fighter when on his back, if brought to the ground an advantage over him in combat can easily be gained.
-Family-
Mother: Vixaline, Murdered.
Father: Togiantos, Murdered
Littermate(s): porvius and fremos, Murdered
Other relatives:All Murdered
History/background: Krelos was born under a blood moon, his mother and father were the king and queen of their pride, dusk pride, named such because they always birthed their cubs just as the sun fell under the horizon. He was raised into a warrior like way of life, his state of mind being molded into three disciplines, love your family, fight for your family, and die for your family. At the age of two the prince was granted command of a small fighting force named the DreadMaw's, they were initially created to beat back the tide of rival prides who attacked duskpride at every turn, the lions of krelos's pride could not blink without a rival pride knowing, this brought about a large state of unrest within the pride and soon the inhabitants were all but ready to fight. Krelos's father Togiantos recruited as many able bodied lions and lionesses as he could into a sort of lion army, he led a charge against the lead rival pack that tormented their everyday lives, the scorchblood pride, in this charge many were lost, dieing in battle or from their wounds after the battle, but duskpride had prevailed, killing off the rival prides leader's and chasing off the remaining members of the pride. They did not however count on those they had chased away, to return in time, and larger in number. A year passed after the big battle and duskpride was powerful , abundant in land and cubs and looked to have a very long future, in fact it was just the beginning of the end for duskprides golden age. Krelos was anointed King by his father on his third birthday, and was made to vow his eternal allegiance to his pride, he was made head of the duskpride's "army", and the DreadMaw's soon evolved from a small fighting force into the king's guard, Krelos now made king was no longer their commander, krelos's brother's Porvius and Fremos stepped up to the plate instead, Fremos became the captain of the King's DreadMaw's and porvius became a new recruit among their rank's. Krelos earned the last name DreadMaw as he served and rose within the forces rank's when he was younger, the name stuck and that is how he came to be known as Krelos DreadMaw, or Krelos of the DreadMaw's. Some months after being anointed king however krelos ran into many complications, one such complication being that one by one many of the females of the pride were disappearing, this was cause to become concerned, and he ordered all females to be under guard of one male lion at all times, even stranger, the male lions that guarded the females started to disappear along with them. Krelos, became haggard and fatigued with stress, the position of king taking it's toll yet he stood his ground, but the females only kept disappearing, he ordered his mate to be taken away with a guard of three experienced DreadMaw lion's but not ten minutes after sending them away to safety did a messenger return to inform him that they were all found dead on the outskirts of the prides territory... his heart slain with grief, and his mind clouded with anger, krelos left to hunt alone to gather his thought's even against the warnings and begging's of his guard and other fellow pride mates.... while he was away " collecting his thought's and reigning in his emotions" his pride were being slaughtered by the descendant's of the same pride and lions that his father fought against so many years ago. They never forgot, and they never forgave, leaving none of the duskpride alive to tell the tale... not one, the king was believed dead and they moved on to different land's after extracting their revenge, upon returning home, the scene was too much for krelos to bear... Cubs, Females, males everyone, was slaughtered, not one duskpride member was left standing besides krelos. Now, having self exiled himself from the territory on which they died, krelos roams as a loner, living the life of a lowly animal opposed to the one he led as a great king. He blames himself everyday for what happened, he hates that he is still here alive when everyone he had ever known were slaughtered while he "hunted" He carry's a large burden upon his chest, he doesn't know whether or not he will ever love again, or if he will have a family again, or if he will even know the joy's of having a pride to wake up to every morning.... His heart has blackened, now a void of pain and regret, there is little mercy left in his veins, little warmth left in his cold heart, since that fateful day, krelos has been a monster, through and through.... Now all that is left is for him to live on in exile, and see what comes next, maybe someone will bring his walking lifeless form back to life, breathe happiness back into his lungs, or maybe he will just continue to remain as a ghost in the night. The last of the duskpride, the last of the dreadmaw's . Should krelos die his legacy dies with him, but should he rise up once again, his legacy will consume all, including those that had taken from him what he held so dear... all there is to do now is wait to find out what comes next.
Subject: Krelos DreadMaw 
