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Baubari of House Caitesithe, a Clan of Felinoid royalty. Baubari was considered an odd-ball in his litter, some would call him the runt. This fated him to follow a mischievous path of thievery. This would become the beginnings of his life since his disownment. Baubari Caitsithe, an ex-thief gone rogue, only lives for today and is quite carefree at times even in the most dire of situations. He took a liking to engineering and began to build many creations that always suited the moment it w a needed or wanted. Steam-punked and mad-hatter like, Baubari Caitsithe was of another race consisting of more feline DNA. His intentions were never known and he lived out of concern. Bau as he was known as loved to be in trouble or usually arrived with it, some would show concern for his intent as he tended to always never be far from trouble. If Bau is not out making any. He had the type of personality that enjoyed the bits of Chaos that comes with all things no matter how glorious or tedious it seemed to be. Punchinello would be the closest of anything that had described Baubari, "The Mad Hatter, Caitsithe." A trickster and reveler, Baubari was one force to be reckoned with. He always enjoyed tormenting Markus J Alistar, not long after he met him.
The mysterious race of Werebears, who show up in the oddest of places... Led by Rosco Le'Mystyrio... In the garden of gateways, high risk shots are made... Coming from a race of merchants of relics, the Werebear had ties with the Lycans... Much of their evolution was similar, yet unlike the Lycanthropy divine curse, the Werebear was an experimental chimera like operation... Grog-go became a wonder amongst these merchants not realizing it was tainted by the Three Werebear Admirals... Rosco Le'Mystyrio came from humble beginnings. A cave shaped like a boot... Nicknamed his Boothouse, he raised in the ranks of Mercantilism. becoming the Lead Commodore of the Werebear Admirals... the D'Artagnan to the Admiral's Triforce of Power... There was one unlikely admirer of Rosco's who seemed to follow him like a paparazzi... Elmyra of the Werebear Chronicle... The origins of Rosco Le'Mystyrio... the Werebear commodore who mysteriously shows up in the nick of time... doing real jobs that benefit the races of humanity... a never ending unpredictability, the Le'Mystyrio clan has always been...
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Baubari was out classed, but this never stopped him from enjoying a fight, even at times getting lucky and defeating foes that are equipped to handle his Rogue like abilities. Rosco always loved a good show, being a skilled merchant he was able to learn a thing or two in marksmanship and swordplay. The bell rang, and the fight began, Baubari was quick and agile and the first to move, as Rosco paced around in ready stance holding his shield and sword. Baubari began to fire off his enchanted crossbows, bolts flew in Rosco's direction, with a swift movement Rosco had raised his shield and deflected one bolt, cutting the second in half,
"You'll need to do better than that, rogue!" Rosco intimidated Baubari with a shout, yet Baubari seemed unaffected.
"I'm only warming up ya big teddy bear!" Baubari fired off a barrage of bolts as he dashed around the arena, beginning to pick up speed. Rosco was very perceptive and well equipped as he danced around the barrage of bolts, swinging his sword cutting them down. Baubari was moving at such incredible speed he began to create an after-image of himself, to the point that it looked like three Felinoids were on the prowl. A bit surprised at the antics of the Felinoid, Rosco had fell back to the edge of the arena, opposite of the doppler Baubari's. Rosco dug down cracking the ground around his feet, showing his strength as he readied himself for a counter-attack.
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Baubari began to charge as well meeting Rosco in the middle of the arena, the three copies would unleash a flurry of dagger attacks, seemingly coming from all directions. Rosco was beginning to slow down as his speed was not as enduring, though he kept most of the dagger blows off, he did end up with some stab wounds, none were lethal. This seemed to enrage the Werebear, as a red aura seemed to be vaporizing off of him, Rosco's eyes were red and he unleashed a spin attack that knocked Baubari back, pushing him to be still. Baubari was a little dazed something he was familiar with, as Rosco charged toward him in a rage a sudden explosion went off but did not seem to slow the Werebear. Another moment a static would fill the arena like a discharge from a power station, it was a shock trap it seemed to slow Rosco slightly, but still charging toward Baubari. Finally a third trap was triggered, all according to Baubari's plan, it was more simple but was made of adamantium, an actual bear trap the size fit for a humanoid, as the teeth clamped around Rosco's ankle he let out an agonizing shout, stopping the Werebear in his tracks. Baubari was a man of opportunity and shook off the daze, taking off in a dash with daggers drawn in both hands and one in tail.
Rosco had come to as the rage subsided and turned into acute pain perception, giving him a burst of energy Rosco pulled his own foot out of the trap, bloodied and broken he fell to one knee still holding his sword and shield,
"It's been a while since I was this badly beaten..." Rosco shouted, "It's monster time!" Rosco took out one of his blade-gun slicing his wrist and drinking his own blood. There was a sudden transformation that engulfed Rosco, He was fully regenerated and in a more beastly form still standing tall yet husky and wild. Baubari could not slow down now, he landed all three of his daggers into the werebear's monster form, two in the chest and a third in the rib. Rosco's grim smile widened and seemed unfazed by the three daggers in his body, with a grisly roar, Rosco bit down upon Baubari's shoulder digging his bear teeth, twice their size, into his veins.
"Reaarrrkkgg..." Baubari let out a shriek similar to a cat but was loud and booming like a lions, "HISS!" Baubari frantically clawed at Rosco's face marking him up and spattering Rosco's blood everywhere. Baubari had freed himself from the werebear's clutch, "Looks like I should pull out another trick!" Baubari held his shoulder that was missing a chunk out of it. Pawing up Rosco's blood from his claws, Baubari lapped it up. "Now it's my turn to show a new side!" a dark cloud engulfed the rogue gathering about and suddenly falling into a monstrous form, hunched over but standing taller than Baubari was. A mighty roar filled the air in the stadium almost shaking the building. "It's my turn for a counter-attack!" a demonic sounding growl came out of the werefelinoid. There was something slightly different about Baubari's transformation, there was a glowing mark upon his back in the shape of a runic symbol.
The monstrous titans grappled with each other for a moment almost in a flash of wind, the whirled around each other stopping in a deadlock, locking hands with each other. Growls rang through the stadium as the beasts were in deadlock, Rosco would push him back a few feet, then Baubari would buckle down and do the same. This went on for a few rounds, then with a final push, Baubari had tangled Rosco's legs with his demonic like tail, making him stumble then Baubari knelt down gripping Rosco around the waist and suplexed the werebear into the arena with a might crash. A small crater formed around Rosco's head as Baubari released the suplex. Letting out a victory roar, Baubari finished off Rosco with a combo of flurry swipes, scattering his blood and fur about. Baubari stopped with his claws still in Rosco's body, it was like a flash of conscience came back to Baubari. Stepping back transforming back to his Felinoid form and bowing at the mess he made of Rosco.
"Winner! Baubari Caitesithe!" The Announcer stuttered over the loudspeakers, "An advisory to spectators, all participants are under the influence of House Dune Prowlers, and none can die under this influence of magicks."