Name: Moto (Fire; Swahili)

Gender: Male

Breed: African Lion

Age: 5 Years/Depends on Use

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown

Sibling(s): Unknown

Half-Sibling(s): Unknown

Adopted Sibling(s): None/Open

Crush(es): None/Open

Crusher(s): None/Open

Mate(s): Asali (unofficial)

Cub(s): Moyo (unofficial)

Personality: Moto is a pretty nice guy. Though he can have a hot temper, and snaps easily at others, he's a friend worth having. He's exceedingly loyal, and sticks by who he is friends with. He is pretty wise at times, and offers experience that he has gained in the past, but most of the time, his quick temper gets in the way, as well as grumpy. He's very protective over his pridemates, and will always have their backs, no matter how much he despises them.

Likes: His Pridemates, Food, Taji, Teaching Cubs

Dislikes: Rogues, Hyenas, Cheetahs (except for Busara), Scavengers, Going Hungry

Pride: Pridelands

Past Pride(s): None

Rank: Protector

Past Rank(s): Rogue

Leaders: Amani and Bakari

Heir(s)/Prince(s)/Princess(es): Taji and Radhi

Moto was born to a rogue lioness who's pride perished due to humans, hunger, and sickness. Out of a litter of thee cubs, Moto was the only one to live past a week, since his brother was taken by hyenas, and his sister died of a sickness. His mother wasn't very happy with it, but still took some care of him. As he grew, he was exposed to the dangers of this world, and when his mother was out hunting, hyenas attacked. Luckily, his mother was nearby and got rid of them, but he attained a scar on his right flank.

When he started growing his mane, he began to do more progressive things, such as help his mother hunt, or protect their kill from scavengers. He grew quickly, and had earned hard muscles after countless days of traveling, hunting, and just fighting to stay alive. His mane was starting to grow more quickly, though once it had fully grown after 2 years, he realized it was smaller than most other's, but knew it as just as effective. Then, a fire sparked in the dry grass during the beginning of the rainy season, and his mother was caught in a ring of fire. He desperately tried to get through, but it was no use, and he was forced to watch his mother die in front of him. Now, he had to take care of himself on his own.

It was tough at first, living without contact with others, apart from his prey and scavengers. He slowly got used to it though, and was able to mostly avoid rogues by staying away, though it left him hungry often more than not. When he was 4 years old, 2 years since his mother had passed, he ran into a group of rogues trying to settle in some lands. Thinking him as a tresspasser and more competition for food, they attacked, giving him four scars on his shoulder, and one under his eye. He quickly retaliated, and actually caused the death of one, due to the injuries he inflicted. He quickly left, growing sort of short tempered with others, and not giving out his trust easily. When he was 5 years old, almost a year after the encounter, he came to the Pridelands, and encountered the King Bakari, as well as his majordomo, Busara.

After talking for a while, he was convinced by the king to join, and took up a place as protector. Though it took a while for him to get used to them, after a while, he did grow fond of them, and tries his best to keep them safe.

Relation To TLK: Lives in the Pridelands, the king is the grandson of Kiara and Kovu.