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Fuck I don't remember this character

Kate 'Kitty' *Binx* (Someday to be Arden)

19-22 (Slightly younger than Ali, however old he is)

Female

Kate has long, slightly darker than medium brunette hair (A few shades above coffee). It goes to the middle of her back, and she varies what she does with it day-to-day. It does, however, have a naturally wavy tendency. She has piercing, ice blue eyes (I think) and has a remarkable death glare. She is 5'6, with a lean form. Her skin is relatively tan, for a naturally English woman. She has quite a few pursuers.

Basically, she hates everyone. She won't let anyone get close, and that is that. In easy terms, she has no friends, and a very limited amount of family. She can definitely be a bitch, and is, most of the time. She's very self reliant but somewhat clingy with someone she actually loves. Under her harsh, angry facade, she is a joker through and through. And maybe a bit insecure.

Kate, being a woman in this time period, often masquerades as a male jouster, alias Kaden Noire. Said jouster has won countless tournaments and has become a name of signifigant renown. She's damn good.

Her most prized possession in life is her stallion, a rowdy fellow named fully as The Grimm Reaper, usually just as Grimm or Reaper to her. He is a tall, half thoroughbred, half arabian mix. He has a constantly shimmering, velvet black coat, with white knee socks on every leg and a striking, bright white rabicano marking stretching under his belly.

And yeah.

[ .-. . -.. --- ]

Name

[ Alistair Day Arden ]

Age

Twenty-Two (21)

Appearance

Ali stands about 6'2 with a slim figure but broad-ish shoulders and kinda lanky. He has fluffy-ish dirty blonde hair longer on the top than on the sides but not exactly neat and tends to be pretty wavy. He has a straight jawline, though it is pretty sharp. His eyes are brown but seem to look more golden than dark. His skin is a little pale but not unnatural.

Personality

Brave | Rebellious | Altruistic | Playful | Respectful | Teasing | Adventurous | Possibly Self-Sacrificial | Optomistic | Flirty | People Person Sometimes | Compassionate | Competitive but nicely

Other

Ali is an english prince, he happens to be a fan of jousting. Not just watching, he prefers to play. Though its quite against the rules for royalty, with a helmet on its easy to avoid being identified. He's quite skilled but a good lose is anyways fun. Well- usually.

He has a personal horse who he only rides into a joust, a pure bay pearl Andalusion stallion with darker mane and tail and deep blue eyes. He always wears a light purple saddlepad and is 16.2hh. Otherwise he rides a shiny-coated cremello mare who is half Andalusion and half Akhal-Teke, getting her short but thick and shiny coat from that. She is about 15.3hh.

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Haheh

What if his last name was Daye/Day? Might be strange but just

Puns, hehe

Anyway, shall I start?

Middle name :>

And sure))

It was a warm day in Spain, breezy and pleasant. Especially in the little tournament grounds off the capital city. The tournament grounds inckuded a large stable, a classic jousting arena with a 10,000 audience stand, and a luxury hotel with multiple courtyards for those participating or watching. In one of said courtyards, there was a leaner looking girl. She was standing in front of a dummy, taking precise swipes at certain places on it. Needless to say, straw was flying everywhere. Besides the fact that it was a girl in pants, and the fact that she was destroying an inanimate object like it had wronged her, there was nothing too extraordinary about her.

Spain was quite far from home- at least for him. But was he doing well in this tournament and he didn't particularly want to stop then. He actually liked the set-up here. Though now he was cleaning his tack in front of the luxurious barn. He walked in to grab something, then back out. As he did so he noticed a girl this time. She seemed to be pretty aggressive. He tilted his head slightly. She also seemed very skilled. He couldn't quite get his eyes off her for a good minute before he moved back to his saddle, quite impressed, he hardly took note of the fact that she was in pants actually. He was really just wasting time til the event started- or at least til it was his turn. He had a bandana over his face, just to be safe.

Awhhh, love at first sight))

The man who had started watching her wasn't the only one paying her attention. There was a group of older, probably middle aged men, conversing in hushed whispers and throwing dirty looks at her. One happened to catch her gaze, and almost instinctively, she slashed her knife out, so hard that the dummy... mysteriously found itself without a head. She gave the group a cold eyebrow raise and tucked her knife back into her boot, turning on her heel and walking off in silence. She took note of the other, less judgemental man, that had watched for a minute or so. She shook her head and made her way into the barn, glancing around to make sure it was empty before she stepped into the room where participants had the option of storing their armor. She quickly grabbed a bag out of a plain looking space, throwing the large thing over her shoulder and ducking into the rest area. She locked the door, quickly changing into under-armor clothes (ha-ha), which consisted of basic cotton that protected the skin from the underside of the armor. She tossed her hair up into a bun, wrapping it into a low coil at the base of her neck before pulling sleek, polished black armor out of the bag. A small smile crossed her lips, and she began to slip into the custom-fit armor.

you did not just under-armor pun me))

He noticed her again as she passed by him to get into the barn, a slight nod as she mostly ignored him. He finished up the saddle and picked it up, walking inside. He noticed the resting area was locked and the girl was nowhere to be seen. He shrugged it off, it was quite a feat to hide if you were a girl in armor but he had more pressing matters at hand than if a girl was competing. He had his armor neatly stacked in a bag in his horse's stall on the floor. He put the saddle on the stall door and walked in. He'd already brushed off his handsome pearl horse, who appeared to have behaved. He slipped on the tack relatively easily, fancy but effective armor was on him also. Then he got to putting his own armor on, padding then sleek and shiny light metal. Bandana off, he quickly put his helmet on as it seemed to be crowding up. He took the reins of his horse in his right hand and took a short lap around the stall before he lead him out. Crow was as chill as could be at the moment, after more three years of this he'd become quite accustomed to it all.

Oh, I did))

It was a minute until she had her dark, shining black armor on, tucking the helmet over her bun easily and making sure all was well with it. She picked her bag up and walked brusquely out, tossing her bag into a cubby and slipping out of the room to find Grimm. Her lovely, obedient boy, who had been tacked up by some squires beforehand. He was in a lovely blood red color and she nodded her approval to the boy holding him as she took her reins. She led her horse easily out into the front of the stable, tossing her reins over his neck as he walked and mounting from the ground without halting him. Grimm gave an eager snort and attempted to force his way into a trot toward the arena, but Kitty wouldn't have it. Or, Kaden, rather. She had adapted to the traditional masculine gaits when she was in armor, and it was like second nature. She rarely ever spoke as Kaden, and when she did, it was always in a short, raspy tone too quick for anyone to investigate. She got a couple of notices as she rode into the participants line up, where knights would wait until their names were called. She observed her competition stiffly, waiting calmly afterwards as she warmed Grimm up with a basic walk trot ride.