Earl Herbert Larson (Simba)

Weight: 180

Apparent Age: 70

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Katana

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Bio: Simba is the half brother of the new Seattle Police Department Detective Fenris and this proves that cats and dogs can play well together. Simba is originally from England and is the elder brother of Fenris so their exact parentage is unknown. This man is a man of honour and has come to the states to join in the battle against the Unholy Trinity here in the states. For Simba this quest is personal and he will not rest till the last member of this union is brought to an early grave, he suffered greatly under their assaults loosing everything he held dear and watching as his pride was put to death, and skinned as he was forced to lay helpless suffering the ill affects of a tranquillizer. Simba has since been unable to rest knowing the slayers of his people are still among the living. He also can’t stomach the injustice that these tyrannical rulers are enforcing upon their people, for Simba this goes against every ounce of his being. He has come to America to fight in defence of her people, and as well track down the remaining members of the O’Brian family especially General James O’Brian who slaughtered his mate and skinned his cubs. For Simba its personal and this noble warrior will not rest to his family is avenged, and the people of his town are avenged.

Simba was at one point the noble in command of a small English village that he ruled with honour and pride, his subjects loved their Earl and he provided everything for his people and in return his village was flourishing. The only problem was that they stood in the way of the Legion and Simba would not submit to the will of the Legion or the False Flag and do to this his village was invaded by a large military force commanded by the Tir national Henry O’Brian and his band of Tir and British soldiers. Simba’s militia was nowhere prepared or capable to properly defend his town and even though Simba himself rode down into the town sword in hand prepared to defend his people, they where far outnumbered and few in number compared to the greater force. The battle was swift and when the smoke cleared, Simba was forced to retreat after being critically wounded by a bullet from Henry’s gun and as Simba crawled away he could hear the cries of his subjects as they were being slaughtered and his town and manor where being set ablaze. To this day the ashes of the English village of Trask still remain as the ground has been salted and the earth bears the scares of the day. Simba bears the guilt of failing his people and doesn’t feel he is worthy of his noble birth rite, after this invasion he was forced to flee England, though not before facing another strike in his soul and causing Simba to seek a blood price from the O’Brian family.

While Simba was making his escape he was tracked down and shot with multiple tranquillizer darts, they pumped enough drugs into him to bring down a herd of elephants and all they managed to do was subdue Simba. He was retrained and tied to the back of a truck and dragged through the English back country for many miles, Simba’s joints where being pulled from location and his already wounded body was being torn asunder by the rough terrain. He only survived the trial do to his natural regeneration, but even his mystical healing was not able to prevent the toxins from keeping him paralysed. They finely stopped the truck in the centre of a military encampment in the middle of the English forest, he was surrounded by tents and a camp fire burning in the centre. The soldiers untied Simba from the truck and dragged him over to a the mighty oak tree, hog tying him and placing a noose around his neck they hoisted him up into the grasp of the oak tree. His weight puling against the bonds strained his already tender joints, and the noose around his neck kept him looking in the intended direction. It wasn’t meant to kill him, as the noose was tied to the base of the tree and kept him from being able to struggle and change his point of view. He was then given another dose of tranquillizer darts to sedate the wild beast, who couldn’t even transform to escape he was quite literately trapped and forced to observe what was about to unfold.

As he swung from the tree fully sedated and unable to resist in any fashion, the soldiers moved the truck pulling it out of view and he saw Henry O’Brian exiting a tent with two other gentlemen, one in a UCAS Generals uniform and the other in Native regalia. They smugly approached the captive Simba and the three men just stood in a crescent formation flanking Simba. They spoke amongst themselves ignoring Simba and treating him like he wasn’t even there. Then Henry spoke saying “Let the festivities begin.” with that four large men exited separate tents each dragging something behind them. Simba’s heart broke as he could hear the cries of his children, as they bellowed and roared out in pain. You see Simba being a shape-shifter had a mixed litter of children. He had two that where born of human stock and he had four that were of lion stock, his cubs where crying out in pain and fear. His wife and mate was also being dragged by one of the men, she was frozen in fear and under the same heavy sedation as Simba was. Simba tried to fight the toxins coursing through his body but to no avail as he laid there helpless bound and trapped. His heart breaking his family was dumped unceremoniously in front of the three men. Then the four soldiers took their place behind the commanders. Simba could make out the name O’Brian on the generals uniform of the American and he could hear him being refereed to a James the Native was being called Black Hawk. Henry drew his pistol and without speaking he fired at one of the human children killing him instantly, the blood of his son would splash onto to Simba as he watched as his son was murdered. James then drew his pistol and did the same thing to Simba’s beautiful wife and mate. She was of lion stock so as the bullet punched through her neck and her blood sprayed like a fountain as she drowned on her own blood and died painfully she reverted back to lion form and when the three men saw that they were joyfully cheering as Simba’s heart broke he knew what fate was to befall the rest of his pride and he would be forced to witness their senseless slaughter helpless to defend them. That’s just what happened as the remaining five children where all butchered in front of him, with his last cub the smallest and his favourite being brought right before his father, the young cub was crying out for his mother and father as Simba made eye contact with his youngest only to witness James produce a large hunting knife and as he held the cub tight by the scruff the child was crying out in fear as he drove the knife into the neck and cut deep across showering Simba in the blood of his last child. By this point Simba was devastated and couldn’t believe their was such evil in the world that would murder innocent children. Simba is still haunted today by the look in his son’s eyes as his life was stolen from him.

Though what was to happen next would infuriate Simba as he watched the men disrespecting the fallen by skinning their kills and speaking about what they intended to do with the skins of the children. James was awarded the skin of the adult female as it was his kill and a bonus since they didn’t know she was a lion as well. When Simba would begin to struggle in his bonds he was shot again by another volley of darts from the four men that where standing guard as the commanders celebrated and continued to dress their kills. He watched as their skinned bodies where tossed away like garbage and left for the carrion. After they where done, Henry turned to Simba and said only a few words “This is all on you, all the lives lost today could have been prevented if you had just signed on the dotted line when asked nicely.” They then turned and left with their prizes, packing up and leaving Simba tied to the tree with the bodies of his family left rotting for the carrion and lazy predators. He himself was covered in blood and a sitting duck for any predator, till the cocktail that coursed through his blood faded. Well as Simba mourned over the death of his kin, he watched as the military broke camp and left the clearing. Simba just committed to memory the scents of the three men, for if he survived this encounter he was going to cash in his blood price.

Well eventually the toxins had worked there way through Simba’s blood and he would be able to move again, he knew the ropes would not hold his true form and once able he shifted into his massive lion form, Simba was blessed to be not just a lion the king of the jungle since the awaking he had become what is referred as the rare dire form of a lion and his true size was triple that of the largest lion on record. As he took to his birth form the ropes broke and the tree branch snapped causing him to fall to the ground, just as scavengers started to arrive to feast on the flesh of his pride. Simba fully enraged made short work of the scavengers sinking his teeth into them tearing them apart limb from limb. Once he calmed down he shifted back to human form, and began the painful process of burying his family and returning them back to the circle of life. Simba swore an oath of vengeance over his prides grave and would begin his journey out of the woods and eventually across the pond to America. He was exiled from England and would be hunted anywhere in that country if they learned he survived, his only choice was to come to America and join his half brother Fenris in the states. He also had a score to settle with members of the False Flag here so for this man, his quest of fighting for justice and honour would not be in vain as he knew the False Flag and the Native Union was just as dangerous as the Legion and if he could bring down two thirds of the unholy alliance then he could focus on the Legion after.

Simba began to do as he said he would and once he arrived here in America, he made contact with Fenris and with his contacts Simba was able to re-outfit himself and begin his personal quest against the Flag. He has been all over North America lending his sword and claw to any armed resistance involving the flag. Simba will not target civilians and children as he doesn’t want to become what he hunts and he still holds true to his noble principles. He has taken to guerilla warfare to fight the larger enemy, though he doesn’t see ambushes and sneak attacks to be the actions of a noble warrior he understands the need in order to combat a greater adversary. This man has been stalking the shadows of North America now for over a decade and has struck terror into the hearts of many who speak of a massive African lion that stalks the night and feasts on the flesh of the UCAS or Native soldier, dragging entire squads off into the tall grass to only be found half eaten and left for the vultures. Simba though is still on the hunt for James O’Brian and Black Hawk for what they have done to his family, one can bet that when it comes to those men Simba will not allow his honour to get the best of him and he will probably feast on their families prior to killing them. letting these evil men feel the pain they forced upon Simba all those years prior.

It’s Simba’s brother that is keeping him in check at times, do to the nightmares and visions Simba suffers brought on by that tragic event in the English forest and the battle of Trask he can be a ticking time bomb. Normally Simba has enough resolve to walk away from a bad situation but this man is the King of the Jungle and his temper can get the best of him. This is where Fenris reminds Simba of his noble cause and he should act like the noble he is and not become a mindless killer. Fenris reminds him that he is an Earl and was knighted by the Queen of England, he needs to behave in a manner becoming of a lord and not to stoop to the level of the enemy. Though Simba now is not with his brother as Fenris has accepted a job in the Seattle Police Department, but he told his brother to always call if he needs anything. You can bet that will be one phone call Fenris will never miss cause it could basically be a life or death situation. This proves that cats and dogs can get along and in this relationship it’s the majestic grey that is the voice of reason, though can you blame Simba for his anger, frustration and rage. This man has been through the ringer, he has stood up against a greater foe and fought in defence of his people only to watch them be slaughtered, he had to watch helplessly as his family was butchered and he has now taken the burden unto himself to bring down the False Flag and Native Union. Simba you are not alone out there, you have allies and people who will fight by your side in this. We all stand united against this foe, though you will have to get in line for the killing of James O’Brian, though with the skills of Plymouth I feel James can be killed over and over again and once through Plymouth will make sure his soul is forever in torment and never resting.

 

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