.:BLL APP: Death Arieston:.

My application for my old BLL character Death to this roleplay group

[Profile]

 

Name: Devon Arieston
Meaning/Pronunciation: (De-vin Air-ees-tin)                                                                                                                                                                  

Nickname: Prefer’s to be called Death because he think it sounds awesome
Age: 18
Gender: Male

 

[Detailed]

Kingdom: Faeir
Rank: Guardian 
Breed: (Feline) European Shorthair/Chartreux 

General Appearance: Death is a coal black male whose secondary color is a light beige. His coat is dense and thick, making it quite easy for him to overheat if he puts too many layers of clothing on. He stands at 6’3” and weighs around 210lbs. He has a sturdy, muscular frame that is built for fighting. His face is littered with many marks, including beige hooks under the eyes, dots over his eye brows and large beige splotches that point down from his head and cover his muzzle. The beige color engulfs his chest and neck, appearing like a lion. His kingdom tattoo lies on his chest and the tip of his tail is beige. There are also some beige markings on his shoulders. Death prefers to wear light clothing.

Main outfit:see above   Formal Outfit    Informal Outfit    Armor (while death's armor looks like something an executioner would wear, his helmet is pointed back like that so his ears lay flat automatically so his ears won't get in the way of battling.)

Accessories: Prefers to wear a bronze gauntlet, where his heart stone is planted.

Personality: Death is an ambitious, energetic young tom. Despite how hard he tries to succeed, his bad luck will be there to ruin everything. It’s because of this that he rarely talks to anyone, so they don’t end up caught in his string of bad luck. He’s a bit socially awkward because of this, and may seem shy to cats who first meet him. Once you get to know him you’ll get to know his more personal side. Not only is Death ambitious, but he’s also so brave that it’s hard to tell what he’s afraid of. But he does have a fear (of course, because many people do) and that is people dying because of his bad luck. Even though his family’s disappearance and death may be coincidental, deep down he feels like it’s his bad luck that ended up killing his family. And he’s deathly afraid of someone dying from his bad luck because of this. 

The tom has also developed some traits from his guardian training. Most of which include a sense of justice and nobility. He has developed a strong sense of justice and morals. He’s also developed a mild mannered side that has helped him cope with his lust for battle. While he will occasionally blow up at someone, he won’t hesitate to apologize out of politeness. Just because Death is all muscle doesn’t mean he’s completely dull in intelligence. He’s good at forming battle strategies of all kinds and has become one of his hobbies in his spare time. Growing up in Faeir, he’s also quite kind hearted and tries his best to be understanding to everyone. However, this may not be possible with people who ask for too much or turn out to be shallow, too prideful or too arrogant. It’s harder for death to control his anger whenever he’s around these people, thus its easier for him to rage at you. But other things like disrespect to his family, friends or kingdom really piss him off.

Kin-ships

Mother: Yuna Arieston= Alive
Father: Haduken Arieston= Deceased
Siblings: all on a quest=not returned=assumed alive
Javier Arieston= (M) oldest sibling/warrior
Corie Arieston= (F) middle sibling/Enchanter
Gregorie Arieston= (M) young sibling/stoneless


Magic/powers- His magic is very limited since he’s a warrior
Primary: Enhanced Strength and Stamina
Secondary: light stun, but rarely uses it since most of his magic is offensive

Strength: ★★★★★★★★★★ 10/10   
Endurance: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 8/10
Providing: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ 5/10  
Speed: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 3/10     
Defense:  ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ 6/10
Magic Power: ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 1/10    
Tactics: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ 7/10      
Swimming: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ 4/10
Climbing: ★★★★★★★★☆☆ 8/10
Herbal Knowledge:  ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 0/10
Birthing Knowledge:  ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 0/10
Luck:  ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 0/10
Social Skill: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 3/10

Other:

His hobbies include forming battle strategies, Mountain climbing Faeir cliffs, wood carving (he’s not very good but enjoys it), and watching everyday life go by.
 Occasionally uses his gauntlet as a weapon, but prefer’s not to since his heart stone is so close to it.

Bank: 800 runes

History: Death’s father, Haduken, descended from a line of powerful warriors who have served Faeir well since the end of the caster wars. His mother on the other hand, was a stoneless. But Haduken didn’t care, he really loved her and took her on as his wife, despite his family protests having a stoneless cat, since they didn’t want any impurities in their bloodline. He separated from his family for a while to live his life with his wife. Their first litter consisted of two males and a female, a warrior, a stoneless and an enchanter.  Haduken was proud of his first litter and had a hard time seeing them off to the Altrai. His second litter came along when his first one were nine years old. They consisted of two weak females who didn’t survive birth, and Death. Haduken cared very much for his only surviving son and wanted what was best for him. Haduken had a hard time departing from his youngest son. 

Despite his father descending from a powerful line of warriors, he did not betroth any of his children to potential mates in fear of his family finding him and intervening. While Death’s parents remained hidden somewhere in the kingdom, Death’s childhood was fairly normal, although he didn’t get along with his older siblings. Whenever he would go out to play with the other children awful things would happen to him. Like falling down hard on his head, getting his tail caught in carts, being chased down by a small herd of Bán, all the bad stuff happened to him. Eventually all the young cats gave Death the nickname Death, because his bad luck would eventually be the death of him. His mother believes it’s her fault her youngest son is so unlucky because of how her and Haduken eloped. He was also made fun of because of his lack of control over learning a single spell, but received support from his older brother and other fellow children who also had warrior stones. 

At the age of five, he received word of his father’s death. Death’s older siblings went out to find what had happened to their loving father. They were told that he died on a mission patrolling the borders. It was rumored that he fell to his death climbing down the cliff. But whether this is true or not is unknown. Death’s older siblings didn’t believe this rumor for a second and suspected someone from their father’s side of the family was up to it. Death’s older siblings were devastated and obsessed with finding out what has happened to their father. 

After the father’s death, nothing was quite the same as it use to be. His mother was in hysterics at the loss of her loving husband, as her children seem to go insane from not knowing the full truth. Death felt like it was because of his lousy luck that his family broke up like it did. But once his dropping day came along, Death, his mother and his caretaker went to the nearest black smith to have his heart stone fitted. When he was asked how he wanted to fix his heart stone on his body, Death suggested a gauntlet. But the black smith told him he couldn’t do that, since he was still a young boy and he could hurt himself with it. So the blacksmith forged a bronze arm band for him that could later he could attach it to a gauntlet, if he ever receives one in the future.

 Between the ages of six and nine, Death’s older siblings disappeared. Once his older siblings reached adulthood, they left Faeir to go on a quest to find out what truly happened to their father and avenge his death. They have not returned since. Death and his mother hope they return safely. Other than that his childhood was fairly normal, save for unfortunate accidents that would occur every once in a while. One of these include being attacked by a Bán out of the blue, ending up with lots of bruises and wounds; Including a torn ear that might never heal. He had his occasional outbursts of rage and would often brawl with other warriors to let out all of the pent up energy he’s been storing. Because of his constant fighting he’d spend much time with his Altrai who would often have to clean up and heal his bruises and scars. His Altrai has always had trouble dealing with him and his warrior magic.   

On his tenth birthday, he received a bronze gauntlet from his former caretaker. He was ecstatic about his new present because he had always wanted one. He was now old enough to be responsible for a gauntlet in his caretaker’s eyes. He departed from his beloved Altrai and began training to become a guardian because he wanted to regain his family’s honor. The training was grueling and difficult, especially with his bad luck. But with the help of his guardian mentor, he’s been able to master many of his incapabilities, even his lust for battle and has been doing better at controlling it. He has poured every ounce of strength and determination into his training. Now eighteen years of age, Death has proven himself worthy of taking on the rank of a Guardian.

[Group]

Roleplay Example: One of Death’s jobs for today included border patrol, which meant leaving the warmth of the Faeir kingdom and entering the bitter cold mountains that protects the kingdom inside. He was rather chipper since feeling the bitter breeze of the mountains cooled him down a bit. His thick fur made it miserable for him to be in places that were too warm, so getting out every once in a while always made Death’s day. Making his way out of the mouth of the cave, he fastened his gauntlet to his arm once more so it wouldn’t fall off as he made his way down to the borders.

There was something strange about todays border patrol that confused Death a bit. The order given to them by the head knight was to examine the borders separately and meet up together at sun high. Many of the guardians assigned to this task were just as confused as Death was, but abided by their knight’s orders. Everyone set off separately to examine the kingdom borders on their own. Death was assigned the area closest to the Encanta Kingdom, which means he would most likely run into some stray Encantans who are searching for herbs or performers to come within the kingdoms and entertain everyone, or even a messenger. Death contemplated these thoughts as he strolled alongside the border of his kingdom.

About an hour past with little to nothing happening in his sector. He would occasionally run into some squirrel hybrid or a fellow guardian to exchange information they’ve garnered so far from guarding their kingdom. Nothing of great importance has happened yet, but he heard that there were a few cats within their vicinity, and that Death should be on his guard. With that thought in mind, Death turned his complete attention to the assignment he was given so far. Luckily nothing bad has happened yet, and he hopes to the high spirits that nothing bad would happen. Just as he was thinking of his impending luck, a loud crack of a branch echoed in the distance. His ears perked immediately to the sudden sound. The large tom fixed his eyes into the direction the noise came from, waiting for whatever made that noise to appear, and to face it professionally like the guardian he was taught to be.

Multi-form Sheet- (None since he is a warrior and magic is limited to him. The form he’d be most likely to take in the roleplay would probably be something similar from Cats, the Musical. IF he ever gets a form. I filled one out anyway but I'd only use this as a reference for AU's.)

Activity- (Are you open for notes but maybe not for Chatrooms? Let us know)
Chat: yes
Notes: yes
Other: skype, email, I’m available most of the time and it should take less than two days to respond. However noted, I’m in college so there will be work that comes up that needs to be done. pm me for my skype username or email

Rolepayed by- Aquaartist532