Personality

Svarog is a simple minded young lion who's quite happy to have a place among the Regiment. He's a quiet, introspective man who observes everything before him before making any choices, and takes everyone at face value. Ever since he's arrived in the group, he's had a lower rank - being young, inexperienced, and more prone to trip over his own paws than win a fight, he still has a lot to work on, but he's very willing to learn and is enjoying just hanging out with a group of what he sees as super cool warriors. It's hard to dislike him, for despite all his flaws, he really is trying his best and, over time, is improving. Most likely. He sends frequent letters to his family back home, offers his help everywhere that he can, even if he's not the best at it, and is all around a pretty cool guy.

History

A quiet lion who came from a quiet home and is filled with bad luck. Maybe one day life will give him a break?

. . .

Svarog felt that he was the most clumsy lion around. In the last three fights he'd been in, he'd crashed into another lion and nearly caused folks to get hurt. He knew he was young, and inexperienced, but none of the other newer fighters had been causing so much trouble. Svarog had only even come to the aid of the Regiment because his family back home had suggested it. Well, look how far that was getting him (not very far at all).

The moon had risen in the sky, and Svarog found the light comforting. Though things hadn't been going well, he felt better about things when he was alone. No one around to hurt. Ge found a good rock to sit upon and stared up at the sky.

Time passed - maybe minutes, maybe hours - until a growl sounded out from behind the gloomy lion. Svarog leapt to his paws and looked behind him. A shadowy beast was there, ready to attack. Svarog had hoped that he wouldn't run into any of the creatures tonight, but that was just his luck. The beast lunged forwards, and the lion ducked. When the end of the shadow was passing over him, he raised his head and bit down on the tail of the creature.

The beast yowled, and when he let go, it ran back to the entrance of the Ruins and vanished. Svarog was in shock. He'd done it, he'd fought off a monster all on his own!

Maybe his luck was looking up. But then again, if he told anyone about what had happened, they wouldn't believe him at all. Ah, well.

Such was life.