Pirate; Arley Sheba

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Full Name: Arley Sheba
Aliases: Alley Cat Arley
Date of Birth: 13/10
Zodiac Sign: Libra
Sexuality: Demisexual
Crew: None
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Personal Jolly Roger: None

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132 lbs
Hair Color: Long blonde, normally worn in twin plaits.
Eye Color: Crimson
Attire: Sheba a bit of an oddity. It would make more sense for her to shield the extremities of her beastfolk status. Instead, she has taken to shielding her facial appearance with a hooded cowl attached to the rest of her outfit in some form of impromptu dress. Granted the only visible attribute that shows her heritage is the black, white-tipped tail extending from the end of her spine.

She has a similar pair of cat ears to match although for the sake of a fashion statement Sheba decidedly added two fabric pyramids to mimic them. Needless to say her choice of dress sense is entirely dynamic and unusual. The long-sleeved hooded dress is short enough, just bypassing the boundaries of her upper-thigh though she's taken to donning a pair of tight plain black shorts underneath as she grew older and came to the realization that people didn't like to be flashed whenever she took a leap. A simple leather leg pouch is strapped to her upper right thigh.

As far as her physical appearance goes it's easy to determine her skin-tone from her bare legs; being an exotic tan. But beneath the hood where one would normally just make out the luminescent colour of her eyes and fangs lies the face of a surprisingly pubescent girl. Regardless of the accented height her strange footwear grants her it wouldn't be all that unbelievable for her to be mistaken for someone in her early teens. Despite her...womanly assets. Her hair is more obvious. The two long blonde plaits stemming from either side of the hood are a major give-away.

The sleeves of her clothes double as her weapon of choice. For convenience sake there are openings near her mid-forearms where she can easily slip out the appendages should she need to but at this point she's already mastered the art of grasping and handling objects with her claws, however they tend to unnerve most people whenever she does.
Abnormalities: The tan skin of her shadowed is marred by several thin scars, crossing diagonally long her left cheek and the corner of her eyebrow.

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• ✔ Creative
  
• ✔ Adaptable
  
• ✔ Easygoing
  
• ✔ Independent
  
• ✔ Amicable

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• ✘ Cynical
  
• ✘ Selfish
  
• ✘ Insecure
  
• ✘ Sarcastic
  
• ✘ Callous

[attr="class","like"]

• ❤ Free Running
  
• ❤ Red Meat
  
• ❤ Instrumental Music
  
• ❤ Tinkering
  
• ❤ Sleeping In

[attr="class","dislike"]

• ✦ Harsh Scents
  
• ✦ Slavers
  
• ✦ Discrimination
  
• ✦ Black Pepper
  
• ✦ Conformity

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The earliest moments of Sheba's life always seemed to converge into one big unintelligible blur whenever he tried to look far back. She would find herself unable to do so mainly because of the will to repress the memories she didn't particularly like but in-spite of this it never ceased to frustrate her. She was an ignorant and naive little girl; that she knew. It was what lead to her capture in the first place. Having wandered far beyond the permitted boundaries and she paid the price or it. As did her mother who tried to save her; only she lost her life in the end.

Sheba had never known her father. Her mother had always been reluctant to talk about it, eventually her persistence waned and she stopped pestering the older woman who she so closely resembled. Along with being captured a child's natural precedent was to panic and weep; for her more-so having witnessed her mother's untimely demise. Sheba found comfort in an older slave whose company she'd come to enjoy. He would often tell her stories to keep her mind at ease and was someone she could relate to by race. Although his animal blood appeared to be far more discrete than her own.

She'd been purchased quickly enough. Although young she was strong and possessed senses higher than that of her human master and spent a great deal of her childhood in an indentured servitude to a noble who had more money than he knew what to do with. In spite of this it seemed he was unwilling to waste such resources on his 'pet'. For years she lived the life of a slave alongside several others in his possession, though she remained the only beastfolk of the group. In that time, despite the detrimental treatment, it was when she began to grow indifferent to the stares of by-passers whenever she was brought out on trivial ventures.

At thirteen she was inducted into combat training. The reason for such a decision was never divulged to her; it wasn't necessary for her to know her master's reasoning but she could only assume she was to preform as some kind of impromptu bodyguard. Not that she was against the idea of bettering her skills, she would have preferred they not be focused on that fat pig. Regardless, she followed through with the demands; rather than risk a beating for disobedience. Sheba had proved to be more than exemplary in her lessons, to the point where the noble had toyed with the idea of making her participate in brawls to reel in more cash. Not that he needed it. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved that he hadn't or disappointed that she had no one to test her skill.

After it happened Sheba found herself wishing she'd been the one to do it. It was late into the night when her delicate ears caught the tell-tale footsteps of someone unfamiliar to her. She could have alerted one of the manors many guards, but why should she? At that moment she knew nothing of the intruders intentions; her logical thoughts stemmed toward a thief. Assassin worked in her favour too though. Once the scent of blood hit her nose and the alarm had been sounded the girl made quick in escaping the grounds, even if that suspicious act lead her to be blamed for the death of her master and branded a murderer. It was something she could have done without but at least she was free. The World Government would hardly listen to the justifications of a slave.

Since then Sheba has been pursuing the life of a solo pirate and thief. The two go hand in hand.

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• ⚔ Retractable Claw Blades - Six flat-hooked blades in total, three on each hand to resemble the claws of a feline. Built into her sleeves and controlled by trigger mechanism they act as her main weapon that aims to maim. Even when sheathed their weight is more than enough to land a nasty punch.
• ⚔ Cherry Bombs - Small explosives of her own making that react on impact. They tend to be used as a method of covering an escape that causing actual injury but they easily serve both purposes if used right. These are carried in the leg pouch tied around her upper right thigh along with other meaningless trinkets.
  

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• ★ Worn Compass - An old compass whose state has been diminished further by Sheba's claws. It still works all fine and dandy but it's wooden pace found itself demoted to a mini scratching post when she became bored.
  
• ★ Bagpack - A simple beige pack Sheba wears on her pack to carry any and everything; be it food, personal items or tools. Despite it's small appearance it can hold quite a lot though it's appearance has become frayed due to prolonged use.
  
• ★ Tool Kit - Carried in the leg pouch alongside her cherry bombs, this kit is specifically tailored to creating the small explosives although the various prongs used in the delicate work double as excellent lock-picks.

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• ▶ Bi-Lingual - Being part beast Sheba can communicate and understand the speech of animals. Could be seen as a useless trait by most but the creatures dwelling in the cities have no qualms divulging information to her about the goings on and essentially becoming her informants in new surroundings.
  
• ▶ Feral Perks - She's got all the pros of being part feline. A heightened sense of smell, hearing, sight, taste you name it. But the agility, flexibility and spacial awareness that comes with it attributes to her melee combat style as well as everyday movement.

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• ▷ Felis Catus - Sheba's beast blood shows all the makings of a domestic house-cat. Matching black ears and a black, white-tipped tail. Her nails pointed and more claw-like than those of a humans as well as sharper teeth all around and elongated fangs. Her pupils behave and react in the same manner of a cat's depending on lighting and emotion.
  
• ▷ Hot Bod - She's no kuja chick but being physically fit and her species of beast gives her muscles a nice toned appearance. A difficult enough thing to see since the majority of her body remains covered save for her legs but nevertheless, she's got the looks.

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Name:Cel
Face Claim:
[b]Blazblue[/b], [i]Taokaka[/i] as [u]Arley Sheba[/u]