Araali

What Ya Need To Know

• Statistics

  Full Name: Araali. Recently has started splitting the syllables and going as 'Ara Ali' for reasons related to business.
  Nicknames: Was known as 'The Malgravian Monster' for years and years due to his knockout power and Malgrave being his home-turf. Now that he's circuiting around Kasuria he's re-dubbed himself "Ara 'El León de Oro' Ali", or The Golden Lion. Why Espallish? He's a hot-topic among Espallians living within Kasuria.
  Age: 23
  Height: 5'9"
  Weight: 187lbs
  
  
  Species: Barbary Lion, through his Daddy at least. Mum was a lil' more 'lesser', a 'Mutt-of-a-Lion' if you will.
  Fur/Markings: A tan, 'Desert Sand' hue with faint, ginger-colored stripes that are far-and-few between.
  Hair: Thick, soft, dark-orange hair is generally trimmed and clean. Wears facial-fur when he feels like it.
  Eyes: Bright yellow; animalistic.
  Voice: This, this, and this are great references. [Perhaps not quite as horse, but the character of Forrest from the movie Lawless is the closest comparison I can think of. Basically, he sounds like a Country Bumpkin'.]
  Body Type: Stocky, yet somehow athletic. Pardon my Ffrench, but he's fuckin' cut. Broad shoulders, barrel chested, managing to narrow out a bit at the midsection, though filling out with strong Puncher's hips and a pair of thick, tree-trunk legs. He's recently put on a solid ten pounds of lean muscle, as well having conditioned his lower-body even further.
  [Want some visual representation? This is a great example! (Warning: Contains Shirtless Mans) ]
  Apperance: Boyishly handsome, with a strong, squared features. A jawline that'd make a King jealous, and a smile to 'Die' for. Even with that? It'd be clear to a furre with keen eyes that one of his ancestors wasn't a lion. Still, he's very Leo-like.
  [Want a real-life comparison? Saul 'Canelo' Alvarez fits Araali to a tee.]
  Scars/Tattoos: Paws show plenty of wear 'n tear; scars were flesh had been torn and fur never grew back, calluses, signs of previously-broken knuckles, and so forth. His face show very faint, small scars here and there, more prominent ones being through a brow and at the corner of his lip. No sort of visible scars anywhere else on his body. Only tattoo consist of a dark chain inked around his neck, bearing a pendant of M'Rill.
  Health: 100% - That chipped front tooth of his? It's been been given a fancy, golden cap. :D
  Personality; The Man: Loud, brash, and foul-mouthed...when he's been drinking at least. He's got the swagger of a Country Gentleman, the bumpkin polite around all femme-folk unless given reasons otherwise; expect to be called 'Miss', ladies. Very friendly to all friends and strangers alike, though is very prone to holding grudges against those whom wrong him. Though he's somewhat illiterate, and he's got a defiant drawl to his voice, it's clear he's quite witty and intelligent in his own way.
  Personality; The Fighter: Ever heard of a brute with a brain? Well, Araali sort of fits to the remark -- paws like cinder-blocks, yet possessing a certain 'science' when it came to fisticuffs. Considering he's made a full-time career of it, he takes his fights, and the training leading up to said fights quite seriously. Despite having that 'one-punch' knockout power, and the fact that he LOVES to brawl, he knows how to maintain a proper pace and not punch himself out. He'll pick his opponents apart, taking the proper time to feel them out, spot openings, and wear them down till he feels confidant he can put them on their arse; careful, both those paws can crack you like thunderbolts!
  
  [Just watch this if you want a good visual on Araali's fighting style.]
  
  Profession: Prizefighter, Pugilist, whatever you want to call it, he's a rather famous one at that. The former Kasurian Champion, and the youngest one the KPFA has ever had, he's become a rather extravagant fan-favorite, drawing in crowds with not only his poster-boy face, but as well his high win percentage, making him a heavy betting favorite.
  Family: Pops is one of the many, MANY sons of House Haala that was born too far down to line to really matter. Like it or not though, but through blood, ole' Araali is closer in relation to the fella' sitting on the throne than you! His mum? She was some poor chambermaid who happened to catch the eye of Daddy Dearest one faithful night. She died giving birth to Araali, and he never even knew her name, yet alone her face. He's got some snotty half-siblings he's never met too.
  Income: With what he makes from fighting, business endeavors on the side, and the fact that Dad still sends him money(in secret, of course) from time-to-time? He lives comfortable.
  Languages: Only fluent in Common, but knows a bit of Gutterspeach, or Croadan, Espallish, as well the tiniest bits of Ffrench and Criptic.
  Birthplace: Zaydore, Harfang County. Malgrave is his 'hometown' though.
  Theme: I finally boiled it all down to one...
  
  Loves: His job, fighting, brawling...yeah, you get it. Traveling, attention, training, women-folk, winning, parties, reading, causing trouble for Noble Houses, and sleeping. In secret? He loves his father and the Revolution. Unbeatable challenges? Try him; he loves it!
  Likes: Drinking, secretly funding the Revolution when need be (Oh, such excitement!), swimming, money, common-furres, himself.
  Dislikes: Fighting with weapons & armor, fellow Alpha-Males (It's a Lion thing), hangovers, losing, snotty nobility, majority of the furres whom are Knights and Soliders in the King's Army.
  Hates: Cold weather, House Haala, The King, unnecessary bloodshed (children, innocent civilians, etc), weak-willed furres, and the fact he's unable to maintain a proper father-and-son relationship with his Pops. >:
  
  
  Skills: Streetwise (Medium), Etiquette (Very Low, but it's there!), Gambler (High), Fisticuffs (High), Climber (Medium), Paw-to-Paw Combat (High), Stealth (Medium), Singlepawed Sword (Low), Survival (Medium)
  Advantages: Tough, Very Strong, Gorgeous, Great House Bastard, Celebrity (In the Kasurian underworld at least)
  Disadvantages: Addiction to Fighting, Unknown, Great House Bastard, Illiterate, Wanted (For some very minor crimes with no proof)
  
  Items
  [x] - In Possession
  [ ] - Not In Possession
  
  [x] Iron knuckleduster, painted black. Usually hidden within a pocket, or tucked in his trousers.
  [x] Black or White, long-sleeved shirt, either button down or laced at the neck. Black or Brown cotton trousers, usually paired with a belt. Calf-high boots or a pair of ankle-cut shoes.
  [ ] A Justacorps, Navy Blue in color with a Golden trim. Looks to have been stolen from a Kasurian Royal Navy Captain.
  [x] A sturdy, travel-worn, hooded cloak of a forest green color.
  [] Rather expensive looking longsword, crafted by one of House Haala's private sword-smiths. It's pommel in fact bears the seal of House Haala, whilst it's grip, cross-guard, and the sheath it's housed in are rather ornate.
  [x] Small, off-the-shoulder satchel bag. Usually houses basic medical supplies; bandage, salves, small pair of shears, and so forth.
  [ ] A dark-chained necklace with a pendant of M'Rill upon it; looks identical to the one tattooed around his neck.
  [ ] A very formal outfit; black, long-sleeved coat with golden buttons and white trim, cutting off at the knees. A white, ruffled shirt with black vest, as well black trousers and knee-high riding boots.
  [x] A usually full and heavy coin-purse tied at his belt.
  [x] Small dagger that lacks a cross-guard, housed in a rough, leather sheath. Tucked into his boot when he wears them, otherwise worn on his belt.
  
  Fight Stats
  
  Real Name Araali; Ara Ali
  Nickname(s) El León de Oro
  Weight 13½ stone (187 lbs)
  Height 5 ft 9 in (1.75 m)
  Reach 70 in (178 cm)
  Nationality Kasurian
  Born June 14th, 1153 (age 23)
  Stance Southpaw (Can and will switch to Orthodox)
  
  Total Fights 54
  Wins 51
  Wins by KO 46
  Wins by Forfeit 5
  Losses 2
  Draws 1

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• Furcadia Description

  A shameful blemish on Kasurian Nobility; The Bastard of House Haala had some nerve! He carved out a path that put disgust in the eyes of his would-be relatives, and a grin of delight on his own muzzle - a prizefighter, one of high renown among some counties even. Lion was a handsome fella', with broad and rather baby-faced, mane kept trimmed 'n clean, hardly into his twenties from first glance. While more could be asked in terms of height, body was thick with muscle, athletic even, dressed in clothing that put comfort above appeal, yet still hinting at moderate wealth. Perhaps his most standout feature? His paws, riddled with scars, hard knuckles, and looking almost over-sized, even for his stature.

• Detailed Description

  Phew! That boy was born to turn heads! With his red-hair and boyishly good looks, it was hard to believe that he was a Prizefighter - closer inspection revealed by all means was he a grown man though! Mane was currently well-groomed, with head-fur up top having been shaven rather short and usually combed back, and the fur around his neck being allowed to grow out, mimicking a beard of sorts (Think this without the mustache). The rest of that pretty face, whilst chiseled and squared, was rather boyish, and if not for facial-fur along that strong jawline of his, he'd look if he was still in his teens! More narrowed eyes and full lips hinted at perhaps Eastern ancestry? Even more impressive from his neck down. Torso was best described as a 'triangle pointing downwards', with broad shoulders, defined trapezius, and somewhat of a barrel-chest, in which narrowed out slightly with incredibly cut abdominal muscles, as well obliques...hard to understand how such a body could be obtained; a wide, well-defined back and thick, muscular arms to boot. Those rather massive, scar-ridden paws looked like they could put a hole through a tree! Even the Lion's arse was seemingly perfectly shaped, stacked upon a pair of strong 'Puncher's' hips, tree-trunk like thighs, powerful calves, and a pair of large, sturdy feet. To top it all off? There isn't a single blemish upon the young man's body, the only one being self-induced in the form of a tattoo -- a dark chain about his neck, looking to be swaying in motion with a pendant of M'Rill dangling from it.