The Exiled Warrior

Pet Name: Felon
Owner: Rogue
Theme / Type: Terror Gurahdi
Born: March 19, 2008
Gender: Female

MisticPal Name: Daunt
MisticPal Age: 5324 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 3
Hit Points: 0 / 7
Strength: 3
Defense: 4
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 4

Battles Won: 1
Battles Lost: 2

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: None

Fallen Angels Always Have a Story

Live Free Or Die Hard

Always a sword in hand...

Stats

Name: Bellona Gabriele Earnestine
Nickname:
Meaning:
Bellona - Roman Goddess of War
Pronounced: Bell-O-na
Age: 24
Gender: Female
SO: Straight
Status: Single; not looking (But may find)
Kin: None
Personality: Head strong, stubborn, fierce, doubtful, cautious, stratigic, at times rude , cocky
Likes: Sharp items, weapons, being alone, other warriors, killing, escaping, driving others insane
Dislikes: Soliders, the King, blunt items, being hungry for too long, children, untrained warriors, people in general, getting caught
Class: Rogue/Warrior
Theme Song:
First: Headstrong by Trapt
Second: Can't Touch This by MC Hammer
Personal Quote: 'As long as I'm still breathing I'll never be a slave. I live free or die hard.'

Height: 5' 11"
Build: Slender, Muscled, Curvy
Hair Color: Blac with brown feathers
Hair Length: Bottom of shoulder blades
Eye Color: Purple and Red iris
Skin Tone: Dark brown; black on chest/stomach, throat, part of face, and outer half of wings
Clothing Style:
Medival - Long blood red tunic that comes to the hip, tan breeches that come to hal way down the half, heavy brown belt that has throwing knives, two sharpened sliver bracelets that can be used as weapons, board sword at right hip, bow and arrows slung across back, blue stud in one ear, silver cross at her chest.
Modern Day - Skinny light blue jeans with tears in them, black bra, white leather jacket
Misc: Large wings, red scars running over her body, broad sword, bow, arrows, silver bracelet, silver cross necklace, throwing knives, blue stud, bird feet

Abilities
1. Master at Sword
2. Skilled Archer
3. Knive Thrower
4. Escape Artist

The Past Conversations...

Chivalry says *as the other approached him, the knight drew his sword out of habit and held it at his side, the blade shimmering as the white and red hilt stayed firmly in his hand. He also sported his shield on one arm, but seemed less inclined to use it before simply quirking a snowy white eyebrow up at her comment. A bitter sort of smirk crossed his face before his crimson eyes narrowed* No one's. *he moved to swiftly match blades with her before dancing around her gracefully, clearly trained in the best of ways as far as swordplay went, but he sort of...skirted around her more than anything. He wasn't here for a fight, and while he was more than capable of it they were a waste of time for someone who already died. He stayed facing her with his sword raised, ready to react to an attack, but he lowered a gloved hand toward a fallen man on the ground and turned his gaze to the side. The man had been dead for some time, but he seemed to pull him up...or at least, pulled his soul up. The fallen warrior looked around, seeming bewildered, before his soul simply vanished. The knight bowed his head neatly toward the female warrior that had approached him and flourished the hand that didn't hold his sword* My sincerest apologies m'lady, but I'm not here for a fight. *his voice was calm and smooth, seeming unfazed by her clear threat.

Chivalry says (( Gonna toss him in with a more medieval clothing style and assume that this wasn't too long after he died...feel free to change it to modern day though and I'll switch it up! x) )) *since when did ghosts get tired? The man could only roll his eyes at the idea, their crimson color sharpening as he looked around his surroundings; in the middle of nowhere, again, drawn to some old battlefield...again. He gave an annoyed huff as he adjusted the white shield across his back, sporting the iconic red cross, and tossed his snowy hair out of his face* It never ends, does it... *he muttered to himself, his crimson eyes still searching for some reason that he was drawn here. He found it was usually when people were in danger, innocent people mostly, from some sort of fighting. Since he hadn't died all that long ago, though, he was still new the ghost situation and so had to focus to keep himself from changing forms or anything else...unfortunate*

Stolen says Hmm. Maybe I should be avoiding you then, since I think they're a pretty penny on mine. ;) *he laughs and turns around, starting to walk off in what appeared to be a random direction with the labrador bouncing at his heels* Interesting to have met you, Dat, but I really do have somewhere to be~

Stolen says *he laughed a little* Classy? *he scoffs a little* Okay then, Dat, who says murder is classy. *he smriks and pats the labrador* The name's Judo. For rather... *he spun the arrow he had in his hand, the point on it flashing* Obvious reasons.

Stolen says *he snickers a little* I'm never serious, unless you haven't noticed that. I would have expected more observation from someone who claims to be so very good at killing. *he rolled his eyes* I'm not an assassin. I'm an archer. I'm not supposed to be serious about killing anyone; not my place. *he mutters a little* I'm not supposed to be killing anyone in the first place.... *he glances down toward Hunter with a smirk, raising an eyebrow toward her* You're askin' to get your hand bit off. Just throwing that out there. He's not very friendly-- *the fur along the dogs back stood up, it's lips curled back in a vicious snarl as it growled and lunched forward, jaws apart* HUNTER! *Judo yelled, making the dog stop in place and it's jaws snapped closed with a clip only an inch or so from her hand. He tapped the dogs head with a gloved finger while it continued to glare at her, still growling slightly* Knock it off. You'll give us a bad rep. Er...a worse one. *he smirked and gave a shrug, quirking an eyebrow at her* So you got a name or what?

Stolen says *he blinks a bit at the knives, but then smirks and simply gives a shrug, pulling them out and flicking them toward the ground just so they stuck there; he wasn't a knife person. His dog let out a growl and snarled toward her, dropping the bird and starting to pad forward when he held out a gloved hand, still smirking. He knocked five arrows in a flash and released them all in one draw, the judo points catching the edges of her clothing and pinning her back against the tree she'd gotten close to. He walked forward and pulled one out easily, the wicked tip glinting as he regarded it and held it up eye level with her* Perhaps I don't like to see faces as they die? It's cruel. *he crinkled his nose* Besides, death is a personal thing; I don't need to be personally involved. I just have to cause it. It isn't like I'm some sort of demented person, like who, who enjoys such a sick thing. *he pulled the arrows out in a flash, replacing them in his quiver and slinging the bow across his back again* I think I like your attitude, skills fairly impressive for being with knives, but I haven't decided yet. For now... *he glanced toward his dog* Shall we be off Hunter? *the lab growled toward her again, making him laugh*

Stolen says *he laughs, violet eyes narrowing a little* Egos are fine so long as you can live up to them. *he doesn't flinch at the blade and simply smirks, pulling his bow forward again and quickly knocking an arrow, moves faster then most would ever expect. he loosed it high in the air, then turned toward her with a smirk and counted down with his fingers; 3, 2, 1. A game bird fell from the sky, the swan-feather fledged arrow sticking directly through it's chest where it's heart was and the wicked looking razor point on the end glinting; a judo point, slightly altered so that all the edges were trimmed with razor blades* You can only throw a knife so far, dearie~ It's not practical. I'm fair with them, though think they're a pointless weapon. Ganster's shanking tools that I'd want little part of. At least a bow and arrow is respectable. *he bent and picked up his arrow, standing back up and frowning at the blood on the end, wiping it on the tree behind him before replacing it into his quiver and holding the bird out casually to the yellow labrador that bounced excitedly at his side and accepted it, holding it gently with a soft mouth from training*

Stolen says *he laughs richly, rolling his eyes* Of course you are. But the thing is I've never missed and never will. *he winked back and flashed a grin, flourishing his bow around and sticking it over his shoulder so that it hung at his back with his quiver* I could anything from any bow worthy distance, and a bit further, blindfolded. *he seems amused*

Stolen says *smirks, raising an eyebrow toward the stranger as he leans casually against a tree, polishing his bow* 'Sup stranger. Though I'll have you know I'm not Robin Hood. *he laughs* I'm better. *clearly has an ego*

says You like swords. I must follow you now.

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