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    Character Name: Diablo


    Character Age: 24 moons


    Gender: Fem


    Alliance: Rouge


    Rank: Rouge


    Appearance (6 or more sentences): Diablo is beautiful. Nothing makes her happier than her light blue pelt shimmering in the light as her green eyes watch a river flow. The emerald eyes of hers are more yellow than green with slight shimmers of blue and a small dots of orange. She runs like the wind as her white-spotted paws thud against the solid ground. She swims like a minnow as her paws claw at the water, making her smirk devilishly. She always loved her stealthy figure and glowing green eyes, knowing no matter how much the devious she cat gets into trouble, she gets out with a few batts of her eyes and a flirty swish of her tail. With her earrings dangling, the feather on one eye swaying in the slight wind, and the glass diamon hanging loosly, she sighed, enjoying her veiw.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Diablo is a very devious and mischevious she cat. She ran from BloodClan and started her life of trickery and revenge. She is sweet, once you get to know her. If not, prepare to be suduce and killed! She loves tricking people and most likely to kill them. She had siblings, but held a grudge to slaughter them painfully and slowly. Oh, she can hold a good grudge!
    ---Likes (at least 3): Killing, her earrings, swimming, tricking cats
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): her sibilings, Clan cats, and sand
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): her slender body, good eye-sight, long, sharp claws, keen mind and trickery skills
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): Tug on her earrings, mention her father, or make fun of her appreance


    History (8 or more sentences): When Diablo was born, she was first know as Blu. She was born in BloodClan and was raised until she met the leader. She first saw the leader with his claws to her fathers throat. She squealed and ran to her father as the leader sliced his throat swiftly. She loved her father more thn anyone and didn't want this to happen while she was still so young. She told her mother, which lead her mother to be driven insane. Her mother blamed Diablo for her fthers death, which made her younger siblings hate her with a passion. She cried herself to sleep at night. Manymoons later, when she forced her name to be changed the Spanish one she is known for, Diablo, meaning 'devil' or 'demon child'. She never talked to anycat outside her family, and when she did talk to her family, she gave them insaults and threats. Soon, she didn't trust anyone and ran from Blood Clan to live alone in the forest. She saw the RiverClan river and her green eyes lit up brighter than the sun. She dove in and swam for hours. She lived off of the clans territories for moons, and continues to do so.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): A feather on a sting blew in the wind, poking out of a bush and a slight hiss excaped a she cats mouth. she batted the feather down and watched the sparrow peck away at the root of a maple tree. She smirked and ran out, spotted paws thudding hard, but silently, against the ground. She pounced, locking her sharp fangs around the pitiful bird. She grinned and bit down, feeling the metalic taste of blood on her tongue. She giggled devillishly and dropped the bird. She licked up the blood first and plucked a feather, driipiing it into the mustle tissue of the bird, letting the blood turn the white-grey feather to a slight pink.


    "Perfect.." Diablo murmured.

    With nothing better to do, Hannah got up off the couch and walked into the bathroom, brushing through her hair and washing her face. After many hours of World of Warcraft, her legs were stiff, hair was knotted, and her level fourteen Pandrean rouge was now a level twenty. Her wavy black hair fell passed her shoulders as she brushed, staring at her reflection. She studied her face, noticing only flaws.She sighed and put her brush down, keeping her purple fuzzy pajama pants and Hello Kitty Halloween shirt on. Who would of thought a sixteen-year-old could play for so long and only go up six levels? That's pathetic!