Bleo Leonus

Name: Bleo Leonus

Age: four (human years)

Race: Proeliator Beatitus, latin translation: Warrior Feline, hailing from the Kingdom Chellos

Sex: Male.

Hair: Most of his body is covered in a thin, dark olive colored fur. His belly, stretching from his loins up to just beneath his chin, is of a creamy-white tone. As are his paws and face.

Eyes: Dark blue, with a rim of gold lining.

Weight: 9.5 pounds

Height: 2ft7”

Weapon:

• Sabres. Bleo prefers the use of two small ‘sabres’ (long, thin feline blades) forged using highly-compressed foil; this means they’re incredibly flexible but impossibly strong. Much like in fencing, these blades do little damage when used in a slicing or cutting motion. Their real value is in quick jabbing and stabbing actions. If wielded correctly, they are deadly weapons.

• Daggers. If the need arises, Bleo has sheathed two daggers on a leather strap around his ankle. In a quick fray, he can whip them out for small cuts and jabs.

• Short Bow. Rarely does Bleo utilize his yew-wood bow in battle.

Battle Apparel: Bleo’s armor is a uniquely foreign blend of strange materials; its largest proportion is made mostly of alluminum that has been fortified to protect against heavy blows but remains light to wear. These alluminum plates, when lined with course linen, cover his shoulders, upper arms and groin. Light chain-mail protects his chest and lower arms and finally, leather gloves over his paws. Aside from this, Bleo choses to leave his legs and face uncovered to allow for maximum maneuverability and flexability on the field of battle.

Strengths:

• Speed. Bleo’s biggest advantage as a light-weight fighter is movement; thanks to his minimal but sturdy armor, this small warrior is incredibly fast and acrobatic.

• Combat. As far as combat goes, he has been trained extensively in the uniquely feline ways of handling a blade. This method involves holding your weapon in reverse grip (tip to the floor and hilt to the sky). Such a grip allows for quicker, more powerful jabs and stabs. Combine his speed, agility and skill, and he’s not the sort of fighter you want to underestimate.

Weaknesses:

• Reach. Unfortunately for Bleo, his furry little arms do not reach as far as most. This means he has to try extra hard to land a blow on his opponents.

• Strength. Bleo has to rely more on speed than power since he is only muscular by his own race’s standards. Up against a full-grown man, Bleo’s strength is of little help to him.

• Lack of protection. Since he chooses to leave a lot of his body uncovered, he is quite vulnerable to heavy blows at his legs or face.

Skills/Magic: Bleo, along with all his people is skilled in the arts of ‘small magery’, as it is called where he comes from. It is called ‘small’ because it doesn’t allow for strong magics such as summons. Bleo’s magic ecompasses mainly things such as the enhancement of traits and the healing of wounds.

• Simple Recovery: Bleo can harness forces within himself to heal small cuts and grazes. This skill means a lot in the heat of battle as it can be used to cure minor ailments. It can not be used to recover from anything larger than a small flesh-wound, however, since that would drain him of all his energy.

• Advanced Reflexes: As with his entire race, Bleo can enhance his reflexes ten-fold with enough consentration. This power essentially slows down his perception of time but speeds up his visual-cognition. This is not so much magic as it is a benefit of his species.

• Feet of Salamanca: In feline mythology, Salamanca the Virtuous is the titan of speed. Certain magi among the cat race can harness a power that ensues their legs with strength and speed. Among them, this power is known as the ‘Feet of Salamanca’. Although Bleo no a magi, he was taught this power with his survival on the field of battle in mind.

Appearance: Bleo, like all cats from his kingdom, stands up straight on his hind legs. His face is small and pointed; neatly-trimmed whiskers, a dark Bleo nose, light cream facial-fur framed by dark olive fur and short, stubby ears all grace his features. He holds himself with an air of honor and royalty and smiles genially in conversation.

Clothes and Accessories: When not fighting, he stows his armor in a red leather knap-sack that hangs at his side from a strap on his opposite shoulder. His blades sleep in twin bronze scabbards on either side of his leather belt and his bow and arrows in a pale-green tin quiver slung over his shoulder. He wears the same tunic, a faded cream shirt and matching kilt, day in and day out for he believes in the power of trusting your clothes. Over this, if it’s cold, he dons a knee-length, light-Bleo leather jacket and when he’s not wearing his battle gloves, he wears a pair of simple white leather ones. He never wears shoes of any sort for his feet are rough and calloused.

Material of Choice: leather (well, duh)

Personality: Thanks to his up-bringing, Bleo is generally an honorable, passive character when engaging with others. Among equals and colleagues, he is a calming influence and a level-headed conversationalist. He rarely jokes, himself, but laughs constantly.

On the other side of the spectrum, Bleo has grown-up with a firm and assertive understanding of class-distinction and social-status. His old-fashioned ways are such that his respect for those he believes to be above him is great. He upholds such traditions in a rigamentory, soldier-esque manner.

Issues of race, religion and background have never plagued him, yet he shuns those lower than himself unforgivingly. He is bound by his honor and often will put it before his friends and family. This doesn’t mean he isn’t loyal to his companions. In a fray, he will fiercely defend those around him and the things he cares for.

Biography: Bleo was born into a litter of ten other kittens in a working-class family on the outskirts of the city of Fell. His parents were both of poor families and their large family was constantly in debt.His mother and father, Beran and Slenma, both worked in the local silk mill pulling in small pay but always just enough to support their children. Bleo grew up understanding the value and importance of money and hard labour.

It was at the age of 16 months that the Lord of the Land, Kelnor’s, royal scouts passed through Bleo’s area searching for young men and boys to recruit for the King’s infantry. Bleo’s father, Beran,realizing the great monetary opportunity he had, enrolled all Bleo and his four brothers in the service. They all proved exceedingly strong and artful in the ways of the soldier. Kelnor’s scouts took the five boys into their protection as squires. Bleo got used to life on the road very quickly. The boys united as potential warriors working for the Lord of the Land.

They quickly learnt the trades and talents of warriors as soldiers for Kelnor. They had good barracks and food to eat. Half the money they made together they sent to their family . In this way, Beran and Slenma and Bleo’s six sisters slowly rose through the ranks of society as upper-middle class citizens. This is the reason Bleo has such a strong sense of class.

Two years later, the boys were recruited by the king of the kingdom of Chellos as Royal Guards. At this post, they earnt much more money than before. Bleo’s four brothers settled down in the centre of castle-town in large town-houses. Bleo, however, chose not to invest in a house, prefering the solitude of travel. At the age of three, he requested resignation from the king’s services. When his freedom was refused, he took his small fortune, his expensive clothes, two fine swords and his skills as a royal soldier and headed out of the kingdom of Chellos in search of solitude and adventure. Since then he has seen neither his brothers nor the rest of his family, although he still sends 20% of everything he earns to them.

Bleo walked far beyond the kingdom to un-explored lands for almost a year of his life. On his travels, he fought for his reputation and for money. Slowly, he accumulated a vast reputation among the peoples he encountered. His skills were honed and his soul was hardened. But his manner was not; he remains the honourable, charming soldier he always was but still prefers solitude and privacy over all else.

Eventually, he left the lands he knew in search of a place rumoured to honor warriors and brigands alike.

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There, I hope he's liked!

Tis good. He's got it all.

*Approved*