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Name: Dante
Sex: Male
Race: Lycan
Appearance: Human form: Very tall and slim with a toned body, has pointed ears, teal eyes and very sharp teeth when you see them. His body has a tribal tattoo that runs down from his right arm then down his back. On the bottom of his left foot he has a branding symbol from the owner that owns the Coliseum. Has short black hair with side burns that go about half way down his face that end in a sharp design and a soul patch. Wears a sleeveless green hoodie and torn jean shorts that go all the way down to his knees. Wears bandages on his hands and feet and tends to run bare foot but does have shoes. Since his bite can cause others to turn into lycans he's force to wear a black leather muzzle when he’s in public, making sure no harm comes to others and keeps him silent.
Lycan form: Dark black fur covers his body but has a grey chest fur and his teal eyes turn a dark golden yellow.
Age: 20
Back Story: Dante can only remember small parts of what happen that night, he remembers his mom being taken away then his father…his sister then finally him by people he never seen before. He never saw them again after that night. After being turned into what these so called scientists thought was perfect he attacked them, anger about how they screwed up his life. He was soon taken down and sold off to a man that owned a place called the Coliseum. A place the dictator came up with since he seemed to enjoy life or death entertainment. Here wolf enhanced people were forced to fight. It didn’t take Dante long to grow accustom to the new life style. A perfect fighter with his speed and strength he had no issues surviving in this place. Though Dante has no problem doing this since he gets to take his anger out on what they did to him long ago. He is allowed outside to roam every once in a while but has to wear a muzzle wherever he goes, giving everybody a big hint on what he his.
Personality: At first he'll be really stand off-ish once he meets someone but after a while he will be a very friendly person if that person is friendly as well. Though at times he can be very sarcastic and be a smartass once his muzzle is off of him. If you become his friend he'll protect you, like the saying goes: you scratch his back and he'll scratch yours.
Quirks: When his muzzle is off he has a habit of running his mouth till the creek don't rise, Gets really defensive when someone asks him about his past…even though he can’t remember much., Cracks his double jointed fingers over and over again when he's nervous and hangs upside down when he's bored.
Skills: Fighting, Hand-to hand combat, Boxing, Free running, Parkour, Pretty handy with a pocket knife.
Nationality: He thinks English and German from what little he could remember, but he really isn't sure.

Name: Dajana
Gender: Female
Race: Anthro-Wolf
Appearance: Dajana has a more human body with white fur covering her skin and long, wavy, blue hair (no one seems to know how that happened). She has a long, rather bushy tail that she keeps good care of. Her eyes are blue, she has a bit of a wolfish nose and wolf ears, and she is slender with a curved figure.


Age: 19
Background Story: Dajana was born into slavery and worked in fields until someone in the higher-ups realized her beauty and thought they could gain some brownie points if they gave her up to serve the upper class in some fashion. She doesn't know her family since they were separated as soon as possible. She is usually put to work being a servant/maid for the higher-ups, but has started to gain more and more of the Dictator's attention. At night, she often practices and trains her fighting skills. Many years ago, as a field slave, a man tried to rape her, but she was lucky enough to be saved. Since then, she has made sure that she is capable of protecting herself.
Personality: Due to her more human-like features and the fact that she serves the government, Dajana is often outcasted among other anthro-wolf and wolf communities. Therefore, when she encounters creatures of that group, she's usually more sharp with her words and quick to be annoyed/angered. When she's around humans and those she serves she's more submissive, but only really because if she isn't she'll get beaten or punished somehow. She's a strong individual and is usually seen with bared teeth when facing away from her masters.
Quirks: Dajana is very protective of her tail. Touch it, and prepare to just about die.
Skills: She has a lot of skill with a sword, knives, and anything that can be thrown with sharp edges. She is also good with close, hand-to-hand combat.
Nationality: Dajana doesn't know her actual nationality since she was separated from her family so early.

The commotion of the new arrival didn’t take long to spread to the other gladiators as they all wanted to get a peek at the “fresh meat”. Some grinned wolfishly seeing the new gladiator was a woman, starting to whistle and flirt sweet words to her, not to mention get a look through her torn clothes. The one that could seem to care less was Dante; they always had new fighters come in that cell, some who didn’t last long in a place like this. He tried ignoring it as best as he could but since everyone wouldn’t stop talking about he might as well see who the lucky loser was. Making his way to the cell he wonder if this man was strong or maybe he was just a weakling but he had no clue why everybody was crazy about this guy. Pushing some gladiators out of the way he looked into the dark cage and almost made a noise of disbelief. A woman gladiator!? That had to be some kind of joke.”Oh c’mon this is the best they can come up with!?” He said out loud which made everyone silent and staring at him now.”This is why all of you are going crazy? Trust me she won’t last a second in here.” He stated bluntly.

Dante rolled his eyes at the woman who was trying to stand up to him, but his face that showed annoyance didn’t stay long hearing how she got herself stuck here in the first place. He looked surprised and everyone else was now whispering to themselves about it.”The dictator? How in the world did you even get that close to him?” He asked skeptically but answer his own question by himself now seeing what she was wearing, now he could see why everybody was going crazy. He couldn’t help but stared just like the others”Oh that explains it.” He almost laughed but when he realized he was insulted he quickly frowned while the others laughed.”Oh I can measure up, but don’t come crying to me when you know I’m right!” He snarled at her.

Dante wasn’t amused being pushed by one of the guards just so they could get to this new victim of the Coliseum, but that’s what Dante thought anyway. Watching as they unchained her he smirked and pretended to wave bye-bye.”Nice knowing ya!” He said, not believing she would come back. The other gladiators started to cause an even louder riot, seeing that the woman was now unchained and outside of her cell. Dante didn’t seem to give much care if she stayed or went, wasn’t his issue but being called shorty though was still enough to irritate him. Even if he knew this might have been his last time seeing her.”That’s funny coming from someone who’s shorter than me!” He yelled above the loud crowd, pushing the rioting men away just to keep up with her pace. It was pretty quick since nobody was brave enough to touch while baring her fangs.

Dante kept following the woman, even pushing a guy out of the way by his face seeing he wasn’t very bright about getting close to her. What he couldn’t understand is why she was smiling; this wasn’t the brightest place on earth after all.”Then why even call me that? It’s Dante, not shorty. What should I call you hmm? The dictators cuddle buddle?” He said in a joking manner. When he heard she was looking for food he shook his head slightly.”It doesn’t work like that; you have to prove yourself in the coliseum first before they’ll feed you. It’s what that dictator thinks is a waste of money, giving someone a free meal before they died.” He frowned, remembering when he was thrown in here and at that time he was starving.”All of us rarely get fed anyway, that jerk likes making ‘budget cuts’ to this place, we get fed enough to get by but it isn’t much.” he explained and before he could say anymore one of the gladiators made the biggest mistake of his life, grabbing the woman’s fluffy tail.

((Lol like I promise posted in the morning XP poor dumb gladiator))

The once loud noises of the crowd suddenly became very quiet, only cries of agony from the man who was now on the floor bleeding could only be heard. He cover his bloody face and rolled around wishing the pain would stop, seeing the small pool of blood on the concrete floor Dante could tell she did a good blow to the guys face. When the woman was fluffing up her tail again and explaining to everyone she didn’t like her tail touched they all nodded as if on cue, even Dante. They certainly didn’t want to end up like their friend. Every Gladiator made sure to give the lady her space and when she looked back at Dante he made sure to keep his guard up, especially his face.”I’ll keep that in mind the next time…” He said slowly, note to self don’t call her that he thought.”So, what are you going to explain to the guards about what you did to ‘our’ friend here?” He asked curiously, wanting to know if she even would have an answer. Of course there were rules in this place; one being attacking each other was a big no-no. They rather waited for the gladiators to have an audience first before going after each other throats.

Dante looked at the injured gladiator doubling over in pain on the floor before looking back at the young woman named Dajana, He guessed she had a point to use self-defense on the poor guy but making the guards believe that was a whole other story. What made him more curious and slightly impressed was that she didn’t seem to fear the consequences of her actions…maybe she could hold her own here? Dante being himself quickly went to his old ways and didn’t believe it for one second.”Well aren’t you a tough cookie.” He said sarcastically, he was still being the hard headed man he always was but bit his tongue to make sure he didn’t use any vocabulary she didn’t like. He would hate to be in the same situation that other gladiator was in. As if on cue the guards came to break up the crowd, pushing themselves through the bystanding gladiators to the scene of the attack.What’s going on!? What happen here!?” One of the guards demanded after seeing the man on the floor. Dante looked at Dajana with a smirk with an almost slight bow to her as if saying: “Go ahead, explain to the nice guards what you did oh fearless one!”

Dante looked amazed to see that Dajana turned on the water works so quickly, he hated seeing woman cried but he had to give her credit for trying to act all tough like that for that short amount of time.”Well, so much for being a tough cookie.” He mumble low. When he heard her pleads of forgiveness Dante almost gave Dajana a bewildered expression as he mouthed “Lair!” to her behind the guards back. He knew she didn’t like having her tail touched but saying the man touched her in a bad way!? Now that was low…of course he would of thought of doing the same thing but he wouldn’t admit that. Dante was expecting the guards to not even accepted her excuse and punish Dajana for her deed and he most likely would never see her again…that was until the guard who yelled at first tried calming her down. From what it looked like the once angry guard, hated seeing woman cried just as much as Dante did.”Look will take care of it, there’s no need to cry miss.” He said, trying to calm her down.”Just go about your business like before and that goes for all of you!” He said, now referring to everyone else. Dante’s jaw must have dropped pretty far seeing Dajana got away with it scott free. The guard looked down at the injured man and frowned before kicking him for his bad actions.”Get this man out of my sight, give him fifty lashes for his punishment !” He yelled before pushing his way into the crowd again as the other guards carried off the gladiator to his painful punishment. Dante shook his head at Dajana.”Hope you can sleep with that wonderful conscience of yours.”