Basic info
Username: Red weasel
Name:Dival
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual, leans towards females
Rank: warrior
:Dival is what one could expect from his appearance, dangerous. With this he knows his usefulness, an taunts other with the idea of having him on their side, after all, his powers are something to gain. In fact, as the nature of his arrival they form who he is. He is not good, or evil, but more what ever he feels like. What interests him most is what he will do. Dival does what he wants, and he'll let you know that fact. He truly believes that not only is he the master of his own fate, he will be a proponent of the fate of many others. He will often let you know that he is a capable and dangerous figure if you get is his way.
Dival is sly, cunning, and possibly, up to no good. He does whats best for himself, of course. He knows his powers use means fighting him is just a bad idea. As a warrior he can of course fight physically, but he loves to fight with words. Normally, this usually involves him talking to lions into fighting each other, of course at his benefit. When things get rough for him, he will promptly remind the opposite party that, yes, he can kill them, easily, or make them suffer, if he feels like it. Don't peg him wrong though, Dival is not at all looking for trouble, he's only looking for what’s best for him. Take this war as an example, Dival desires to side with the ones who have the best chance of winning, it's in his best interest after all. Very rarely, Diva will get into a trickster mood, he does have the quick mind for it it.
Diva is more of the serious type, though he does tend to mix that with a tiny bit of sarcasm. Now, this doesn’t mean he can't take a joke, far from that, he just likes to look at what’s in fort of him. He tends to be careful. If there’s anything to worry about when it comes to him, it's his teetering morals. Is he good, is he bad, only time will tell in truth. He should be watched closely by whom ever he works with, that can be easily known. One can gain his true loyalty, if they work just hard enough, though it would take some time.
With his control of tar, he knows his usefulness. in fact, he dangles this powers over others heads more than his control over death. Mess with him, and he will threaten to leave you for dead in a tar trap. Will he do it, well, that depends on what you did to make him angry. He find his powers so useful that his armor is opened so he can use the tar with ease, and well as his armor is more light weight and for looks, mostly to intimidate. He doesn't care if its unsafe, it's what he feels he needs to do to be useful, or powerful, or what ever he wants to be. Killing is easy for him, but at the end of the day, that's not what makes an impact on others, it's just not how you get your way. After all, his plan is to win.
Because he can kill easily, and see the dead, life isn't much of a value to him. He sees people for what the can offer, strength, information, or other wise. Eliminating someone, so to speak, doesn't get rid of them for him, which is another reason he tends to avoid the killing route. After all, if he killed someone, they'll probably just go on and bug him in the afterlife. Ironically though, Dival likes speaking to the dead more than the living, the just have so much more to tell than the living. Dival loves listening to stories for entertainment, the various lives of other is greatly interesting to others, since he himself hasn't had his for long. His favorite thing is childhood stories, since he will never get to experience such a life. He also takes great interest in those with great age, as their experience interest him most.
Story/History: Dival smirked as his eye glanced at this place, the place where he first was. It could not really be called birth, what brought him here. His head was filled with all the knowledge one who was born would have to learn, knowledge they who grew up did not yet know. Yet he lacked the information the lions in front of him would want to know, the one question he expected them to ask. "Are you good, or evil?" He guessed it was his choice to make. He knew his powers, and how to use them. One could say he came preset with a life, he just didn't have a history, or a past. Oh what did it matter, he'd make his history here right now. He looked at the other lions and laughed.
"So its a war you're having?" he taunted, stepping forward, cocking his head to the side, "well, well. Then its a war you'll have." He finished, a grim, haunting laugh following his words. Duval whipped his tail around in a harsh manner, then looked to the lions.
" Now who will have me on their side? Who shall I accept, for I am far to powerful for the choice to be your paws. Impress me." He snarled.
It crossed his mind that that the group infant of him might not have a good enough reason to think him powerful enough, after all, they didn't know what he could do, did they? He thought quickly, and went for the easiest move he could go for. He place a paw in front of him, and tar began to quickly trickle down from gill like places on his shoulders, into a thick puddle in front of him. he himself was slightly impervious to the thick matter, as long as it came from himself. He dipped his own paw into the puddle, and afterwards lifting it high as he could to show that the tar, instead of sticking to him and drying, rolled right off his matted pelt. A smirk decorated his face, soon, soon he hoped, he would have these lions fighting over him. After all, was that not what he was for? That seemed to be the only reason he could think of for his existence to begin, to aide in the war. Was there a side he was supposed to join, he didn't know. He did, how ever, understand his coming to be, he understood what the blood moon is, and that it's arrival caused him to be where he was now.
How wondered now, if he had only scared the other lions. While fear had it's use, he needed a little more out of them than that. If they were only afraid of him, they would distance themselves from him, would they not. If that happened he would have failed his his purpose, at least he believed it would.
Dival now had to find a another way to show his power. He couldn't just go up and kill someone, that wouldn't serve him well at all, it would only cause him to gain new enemies. as he glanced at the lions, he saw it, be hind one lion was a translucent lion. This, he was sure had do be a departed soul watching over someone they cared about. Now getting them to speak to him could be an issues, but one that he felt was worth putting a little time into.
He looked to the living lion the other was standing over.
“Did someone you care about die, because, as I see it, there is someone behind you, right now.”
The Lion he spoke to turned and looked behind itself, the turned to Dival, “T-there’s no one there, you’re lying?”
Dival shook his head, wondering how some could be so vapid.
“Just answer my first question.” He hissed, to which the lion merely nodded. “You can’t see them because they are dead. But I can. Their pelt is silver, with markings of blue, does that at all ring a bell. The lion he spoke to once again only nodded. He then turned to the spirit behind the lion.
“ Your name?” he asked, as the spirit stared intently at him. The spirit stayed quiet for quite a while before replying.
“Shaka, and if you hurt her, you will never hear the end from me.”
Dival shook his head, mutter to himself, “of course you will,” then turning to the living lion, “Shaka was his name.” Dival didn’t have to ask if it was true, the lions face said it all, in fact, that feeling resonated with several other around that lion. Many looed shocked, some a little confused, and some just looked angry. Dival figured at his point, he work had been done.
“Well, well. I’m a warrior, you should know. I figure that you will need some time to deliberated, and think over weather I’ve use for you or not. So while you all work on that, I think I’ll just have a looks around”, he said, truing around to walking away, leaving the shocked and confused lions for now.
Armor: 
art by me
Theme songs:Secret of Survival - Wind in the Willows
American Beauty/American Psycho - Fall Out Boy
Run Boy Run - Wooded
Ramalama Bang Bang - Rosin Murphy
Midnight Show - The Killers
Got Well Soon - Breton
just incase in needed, I'm done unless I have time to add more.
