Grand Mal (Seizure)

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Grand MAL

"Seizure"

-What's Basic-

{Name}: Grand Mal
{Age}: Young Adult
{Gender}: Male
{Species}: Feline Hybrid of some sort :I
{Persona}: A sour faced young male, who seemingly speaks nothing but sarcasm to many. He's a bit of a hothead when it comes to situations as well, but never-the-less he's still a mentally stable, and a loyal, young male in the pride. He listens to the authority figures when they speak, but not as much with anyone else around (Unless your a female, that is...). A good bite on the tail one good time is the only thing you need to get him to listen, or to wake his lazy bum up.

{Likes}: Fighting/Sparring, Flirting, being somewhat dominant or thought of as higher then another, being included in important excursions.
{Dislikes}: Being Called young or short, being rejected, and being crowded around. AND BEING CALLED GRAND-MA >c

{Pride}: Meurtrier Pride
{Ranking}: Warrior

-Those In my Sights-

{Friendlies}: None Yet
{Crushes}: None Yet
{Lover}: None Yet
{Spawn}: No Babehs Yet...
{Rivals}: None Yet
{Haters}: None Yet
{People-Wanted-Dead}: None Yet

-My Past-

Mal was born to unknown parents, with the strong name he refuses to remember, yet also with the defection of seizures already striking him as a baby... He was already viewed as a weakness and a bad omen to his parents and pride.The worse his horrid convulsions progressed, the more he was straightly avoided by pride members, making him more irritated and introverted as he aged to a young child... His heart grew with hatred toward those who gave him one look and hurried away, or asked why they had to go near him. He wished more so death upon the ones who called him a little 'cursed' cub.

As an older child, he snapped up one good seizure that nearly stopped his heart completely, and made him fall seemingly dead to the ground and unconscious. Thinking the cub was dead after such an scene, they drug his still convulsing body into the wilderness, and left him to die. When he woke up, his heart sank and his hate risen, they had left him to perish! With anger and sadness welling, he journeyed on to eventually find Meurtrier, and slowly tried to blend in with their youth as an young Teen.

He never had a single convulsion since the pride accepted him, yet he still called himself Grand Mal (he definently didn't want his old name) for the last seizure that led him away from the ugly looks of disgust in his old pride, to the Meurtriers where he seemed to fit in perfectly with his personality. The more he stays in Meurtrier, he grows balls, and takes pride in the fact he's allowed to be the powerful young male his former pride would never let him be as a 'cursed' one. Though he's still VERY young in the Meurtrier Pride, and despite his boasting, has a hell of alot to learn...

-From Where I Came-

{Papa}: NPC
{Mama}: NPC
{Siblings}: None Known
{Other Kin}: None Known