Arianna Driscol

Basic information
Name Arianna Driscol
Alias Ari
Age 198
Number: 8
Loyalty: (Who is your master or what is your rank)
Natural affinity: Chaotic Neutral

Personality
Personality
Stubborn as she is, Ari is willing to sacrifice herself at the expense of her very life to save those that she 'cares' about. As odd as it may seem, she somehow manages holding feelings for others, though all she really wants to do is help. Her way oof showing however is usually annoyng as she often yells and complains or whines about it. She follows orders, but not before complaining one thing or another. She lacks a knack for directions. Often times she gets lost and as in often almost always. even if she can control where she's going, she still gets lost in the process.

Ari is extremely loyal. When she dedicates herself to someone she does her best to stay with said person. She tries everything to make them happy and does her best to sacrifice everything to them. She likes being controlled a bit, yet full control drives her crazy. It's odd as if she doesnt know what she wants. Ari does not attack unless attacked as she tries to avoid fighting and useless bloodshed. However when in battle she won't hold back. She tries not to kill and simply incompacitates instead.

Ari gets flustered easily. Easily getting lost in her own thoughts and forgetting what she's doing. She's very much cat-like in actions. She loves sleeping and tends to be lazy at times. Even when she stretches she seems to act like a cat. Her favorite food is oddly bird rather than fish and she has an irrational fear of snakes. Why? Simply because they freak her out. Ari usually only likes having attention on her own terms, meaning most days she decides when she wants attention and takes action. Otherwise she just gives off the aura of stay the hell away from her. When in a motivated mood, she tends to travel about, often getting lost. Most see her as a loner but in fact she gets lonely easily and is incredibly impatient.
Hobbies Snoozing, daydreaming, training, stretching
Likes her hobbies
Dislikes The color yellow, arrogant people, smartasses

Appearance

Description

Ari is quite unique in her appearance. Her hair a longish medium chestnut past her shoulders. A sort of hint of honey as highlights of the natural sort. Her face is a fair pale-ish peach with the scars of battle over her left eye. Amazingly the scar does not hinder her sight through that eye. The coloration a bit off like a sort of tan on her peach skin. It can be fairly distracting. The hair has a wave to it, a sort of group of hair falls over the helm of her mask over her forehead. The rest is pushed back behind her. On some occassions, she will wear it in a ponytail over her shoulder. The eyes of hers are a piercing golden brown. Nothing usually can be seen in them but the fire burning deep down inside of her.

Her hands are the dainty ones of a female except she has nails a bit sharper than most. They reach about two inches in length with the sharpness of a cat's claws. Gloves cover her arms to her elbows. White, trimmed in black with a circle cut out in the left one where her hollow hole is. Her right glove is hidden as the sleeve of her top falls all the way to her wrist as an easy cover. The top dipping a sort of kimono, but cutting off right below her breasts. The left side looks more like a tube top. The whole top is white, trimmed in black. Around her neck sits a sort of bone-like structure that seems to be embedded into her very neck. The edges seeming covered in fang-like teeth, showing sort of ripped skin through scars. If pressed in, it causes some blood to drip.

Her bottoms is a black skirt that sashays above her knees. The pleated skirt seems to float while she walks in an easy manner. The material obviously something fairly white. Her legs sport long, knee-high boots of white. Up the center of them is a black line. Her soles a matching black, flat. Her lips are usually formed in a sort of scowl. Almost like she's never really happy.

Her mask is a curved sort of band on her head that falls into a white structure along her left jaw and cheek with what seems like teeth that never completely disconnects from the lips. Upwards they point into two triangular formations. These formations are more like ears, with a sort on engraved round that almost looks like the inside of a cat's ears. Her body also has a unique structure; a tail. She uses the tail to help in balancing. The length of it is a good three feet and it sometimes seems to have a mind of its own. Much like a feline, her tail is an extension of her spine, just showing her structure is sound in allowing her to be fairly agile. As in able to twist easier in mid air or landing on her feet a lot easier
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Spoiler:

Height: 5'7
Weight: 120
Energy color: Purple
Equipment: Zan (Tantou), reishi restricting collar
Position of hollow hole: Right palm
Position of Rank: Inned left thigh
Mask fragment: Cat-ear like formations on her face, forming along the line of her jaw and her tail.

Background:

Family: N/a
Aspect of death: Sacrifice
Bio:
Ari was born and died as a human. This was sadly true and due to her will and anchor in life, she never managed to fully move on. As she floated about as a ghost she never once realized she was being followed. As it turned out she seemed to repel foreign objects or anything in general. She was cold and closed off to the world, yet too sad; too hurting to let go and move on. How she now wishes she did.

What had happened in the young woman's life? NOt many could be sure. But Ari knew. She had been born into an average life. Or so many would think. In fact Ari's life had been fairly awful from the start. Her parents divorced and a year later her grandmother died in a car accident that should have killed her father and herself. Yet it didn't. She believed it to be fate. As the years passed, things began to perk. Yet with every rise there is a harsh fall to follow. In this dip, Ari had began to experience abuse. Her life with her mother full of attempts on her life and beatings. Oh how the young girl hated her life. Yet she held on for hope.

Into her teen years and the younger years of her twenties; she continued the dislike for her life. However she focused entirely on helping others. This eased the pain a little. Even when the others betrayed her. She seemed to be a masochist for emotional pain. Almost always going out of her way to get more pain. She didn't see it as this, though she'd cry at night over the over-powering strain. It seemed she would break anytime now. Her whole mind fracturing in a sort of schism from the whole stress of it all. It wasn't much longer she didn't wake up. How had she died? She actually didn't know the truth, yet her family did. She had been killed in her sleep. Her bed covered in blood. Her mind recalls nothing of her mind, yet she knew herself to be nothing more than a sacrifice.

After about two years of being without destination, without being killed by a hollow and without experiencing konso, she met the man who pulled her fate into his own hands. She never learned his name and in that brief time she was never able to ask it. His face was twisted into a sick grin with a dark hint in it and not a single word fell from his lips. As he walked forward, he gripped a hand firmly around the chain. Before she could mutter a world, she was no longer in a world she knew. There was sand everywhere. Nothing but neverending sand. She had recalled him pulling up some sort of dark portal and imedeatly she believed she was dreaming. Magic? Oh how she rejected the idea.

The man continued staring at her silently. His lips wordless, but beneath them seemed to glow a pair of sharp fangs. As he ran a tongue along the length of one, he yanked hard and the chain dismembered. Immedeatly Ari let out a wail of pain. Her hands clenched at the spot where the chain had been and she clawed at it fiercely. Such burning! Such intense pain. Tears filled her eyes as the man laughed. "Does it hurt?" Was all he asked, no concern... simply asking. She wanted to glare, to remark, but the pain was covering her body. It seemed like she was exploding in a fire. The way he acted.. she knew.. she was simply an experiment; simply a toy.

As she began to black out, a sea of white begininning to cover her eyes, she felt another intense pain. There were cracks of light. And she winced, shuttered and screamed again. Her body feeling like a whirlwind of regret and pain. The man was standing over her with the hilt of his blade still peering at her skull. Thus confusion took place. The initial hit must've knocked her over, however, now she was lying on the ground, unable to move. The man wiped his lip and frowned, "Pathetic. Be glad." Ari could barely recall anything else before she blacked out, seeing the man disappear as quick as he came.

For the next amount of years, Ari spent her time crawling through the neverending desert it seemed. Her body slowly beginning to call it seemed. She needed to find this man. Find him and kill him for what he did to her! That was her intentions. As she scoured the areas she could find, she finally overheard a helpful conversation. She stormed the menos forest and found a cave there as the men discussed. At first she planned on just breaking in.. however that proved impossible seeing as, that as soon as she tried to enter the cave she felt the zap of what felt like 10,000 volts. A rather shocking experience. Instead she sat and camped out for the man to return.

Once he did return, he was surprised and admittedly a bit confused about the girl at his cave entrance. He didn't recognize her at first; her hair shorter and her eyes glowing with a newfound inspiration. She crouched ready to lunge at him, but instead she found herself bowing at his feet. The man grinned with a sick expression on his face, "Hmm? Can't kill your creator?" She hissed softly under her breath, but clenched her eyes shut. "Please.. take me under your wing." The man had paused, "On one condition." A slender finger arose and stroke his chin thoughtfully. "You shall obey my each and every command."

As the time passed, Ari found herself caring more and more about what this man was like. She wished for mainly to know why he had done to her, what he had doe. Although he never told her, he did express his name as Vicente. Knowing his name was comforting, but the only name she has ever called him is 'My Lord' or 'Master'. Not long after while they sat in silence, Vic tossed something at her, hitting her in the face quite literally. She blinked a couple times then gave him a questioning glance. "Wear that." He said coldly. She obliged and over time figured out that not only was it a leash, but it was a tracking collar as well as various other thinbgs. As much as she hated to admit it.. she was literally wrapped around his finger.

Too soon her master was wiped from existance and left her as a stray cat. She didn't know what to do and looked for a new person to keep her under control. Ari had led a life where she was constantly under someone's watchful eye. Her spot as fraccion seeming to follow her well. She wasn't the wisest and she wasn't the bravest, but that cat could keep herself alive. Within a week she met a the leader. With a short introduction, she saw the man blown to smithereens before her. In shock, she fled. Only seconds later was she called to find out she had been promoted. She was at La novena. Number nine. In a panicked frenzy, she tried to do her duties as best she could, but her time was cut short.

A few days passed and she heard of yet another pass away. She had been promoted again; but fear was in her veins now. So much death and destruction. She went off for a week, disappearing to relax and fix her main problem. She wasn't a scientist but she managed to tweak the device enough that it wouldn't kill her. In this week she had fixed her main problem. Feeling a bit more sure of herself, Ari went back, apologizing for her brief absence. It was then she accepted her spot as La Octava.

Approved