Voiced by: Hugh Jackman as Roddy St James of Kensington
32 inches. 100 pounds.
Pharaoh is a tall fellow, and proud of his lean but fit build - he's one of those asshats who seems to be able to maintain a good figure without any apparent effort. Seriously, if he was a human he'd be binging pizza and watching Netflix all day, and he'd still look fantastic and take every opportunity to whip his shirt off in public. He is a mixture of tan-gold and charcoal-black, with light goldenbrown eyes.
Pharaoh is very capable of being the classic charming prince... but he's also very capable of being the classic pompous, snobby, haughty prince. Absolutely useless at hiding any of his emotions, everything reflected on his face for the world to see. He values good manners and respect very highly, but certainly can lack common sense. While he might not be the brightest wolf around he enjoys learning new things if taught with patience. Can't resist a good gossip. He hates disruptions to routine and tends to fret when too many changes or challenges come all at once. Not much of a temper, when upset he tends to grow indignant and more pompous than is usual. He sticks firmly to his morals, and for those that don't take offense to him at first sight, he will easily fill in the role of a protective big brother. With his three sisters he is sweet, doting, and loving.
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Excellent eyesight, average sense of smell and hearing. Used to howl for his siblings each sunset, and sometimes keeps up the habit although they are now reunited. Minor dislike of large groups or crowds, moreso of wolves he does not know. Loves to sleep in for nice bouts of time and dislikes waking up early or being woken up early. Dislikes slang or shortened words. He enjoys eating exotic foods - seafood, birds eggs, anything unusual.
Pharaoh and his sisters
Dear soul: Caesar is the glue that binds the four of them together.
Dear heart: Marchioness is at the heart of everything.
Dear soldier: Regent can always be relied upon for her sharp mind and tactics.
Once upon a time...
A beautiful Queen ruled over a peaceful kingdom. She was beloved by those around her and yet... she was lonely. She sent word out. "Bring me the fairest of young men. Those bright of spirit and humble of heart
" She said. Many men came. Many failed to impress the Queen. For she was one purest of soul, and sought one like herself. Tsar was her exception. A young man, with a coat of shining colors such as gold, black, and a small amount of grizzled red. Empress, for that was the name of the Queen, fell head over heels for the young man. They had a litter of three. Pharoah, noblest of heart. Regent, sharpest of mind. And Marchioness, lightest of spirit. The young wolves grew up together, forging an unbreakable bond. They loved and laughed. Then came Caesar. Purest of Soul. Weak, hardly able to stand on her own four paws. But, she grew into a strong young wolf. The four young wolves came of age, and set out to create kingdoms of their own. But, tragedy hit, as the three were lost among the wilderness, almost as if they were never to reunite.
(Writen by Loveboxer for use by the Proleator siblings!)
Pharaoh had several encounters both positive and negative with other wolves upon entering Horizon. Several months later, he was reunited with his youngest sibling Caesar - and was somewhat bemused to find instead of falling in line with his plans, she had made plans of her own. She was set to become a second in command for a pack started by her close friend and ally, Bucky - somebody who Pharaoh decided at once he disliked for having stolen his sister away. In truth, Pharaoh is perhaps aware that, much like himself, Bucky is a protective, everyone's-big-brother type. What Pharaoh can't figure out is why so many wolves, Caesar included, seem magnetically drawn to Bucky. And grudgingly he had to admit some of the pack's ideas to reunite lost wolves had some merit, and so he pledged himself to the Adunati Rangers. Now, all that remains is to locate March and Regent...
Make way for Prince Ali
Say hey, it's Prince Ali
Hey, clear the way in the old Bazaar
Hey you, let us through
It's a bright new star
Be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way, here he comes
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
You're gonna love this guy
Prince Ali! Fabulous he, Ali Ababwa
Genuflect, show some respect
Down on one knee
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your Sunday salaam
Then come and meet his spectacular coterie
Prince Ali! Mighty is he, Ali Ababwa
Strong as ten regular men, definitely
He faced the galloping hordes
A hundred bad guys with swords
Who sent those goons to their lords?
Why, Prince Ali
He's got seventy-five golden camels
Purple peacocks, he's got fifty-three
When it comes to exotic-type mammals
Has he got a zoo?
I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie
Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
That physique! How can I speak
Weak at the knee
Well, get on out in that square
Adjust your veil and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali
He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim, love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali!
Prince Ali! Amorous he, Ali Ababwa
Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see
And that, good people, is why
He got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
For Prince Ali!