Shigurè Kuroza
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V: It's the Twiggles! Our good fox friend, Shi, is filling in for us-Aud's getting her tail fluffed.
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Post by Shigurè Kuroza on Nov 30, 2006 4:16:58 GMT -5
**A tall, cloaked fox swept into the room in a billowing of silk, his posture elegant and his handsome features set into a calm and good-humoured expression. Flicking his dark, entrancing eyes over the assortments of weapons show-cased along the walls, his gaze ran the length of the hut, scrutinizing his surroundings with but a casual glance. Letting a charismatic smile seep across his facade, the fox folded his paws inside his robe - secured to him with a satin 'belt' - the creature sighed and pushed a few strands of lustrous orange headfur out of his face.**
Marie, my dear, I must graciously apologise for my registration - which is quiet late.
**With a twinkle of amusement shining in his eyes, the fox produced a scroll of parchment from one of the long, open sleeves of his robe. With a soft smile, he pushed it into Marie's paw, nodding to the Commander.** But, most creatures don't know me all that well. **Letting the corners of his face crinkle with laughter - laughter that reflected deepling in his bright, shimmering eyes, he took a respectful step back and bowed politely. Upon the scroll he had given Marie, in flowing and breath-takingly beautiful script that was, sadly, riddled with mistakes, one could roughly distinguish:**
Name: Shigurè Kuroza Species: Fox Gender: Male Rank: Medic
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Post by Laysi Swiftfoot. on Dec 2, 2006 12:40:05 GMT -5
Name: Laysi Swiftfoot
Speices: Fox
Gender: Female
Rank: Ranger
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Post by Mary Narai on Dec 2, 2006 22:52:03 GMT -5
Welcome to spirit of the Remnant mates!
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 27, 2007 17:33:18 GMT -5
*Walking through the doors into the registration room, the newcomer seemed to look a bit strange, mostly due to his being a rat. In addition to this, his apparel seemed to present him as being a somewhat odd character, especially his gold-buckled belt and tricot hat which comically flattened his ears. However, as he walked towards the main desk there was no outward appearance of his acknowledging this difference. Instead, there was a air of confidence in his attitude as he continued forward without hesitating once, glancing casually back and forth at the various memorabilia scattered across the walls. Stopping at the desk where the Commander was, the Rat stood at-ease while being told what he needed to do so as to be accepted into the Division. Accepting the offered parchment and pen from the Commander, Scratchfur flashed a momentary smiled at her before turning his full attention toward the registration parchment. Still standing at the desk, he began to mumble out the different questions under his breath, he slowly filled in the blanks with his surprisingly legible writing.*
Name: Scratchfur Blackleg Species: Sea Rat Gender: Male Rank: Wanderer
*After he finished writing out the required information, Scratchfur eloquently handed the parchment and ink pen back to Marie. Smiling again, he addressed her for the first time with his somewhat gruff sounding voice.* There' y'go, sir. It shoul' all in order as requir'd.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 27, 2007 21:17:08 GMT -5
* Mary looked over the rat, a few thought running through her mind.* Er... no offence, but you do know that the neutral and good vermin place is over there, right?* She pointed in the direction of the western settlement.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 27, 2007 21:42:45 GMT -5
*Looking at the mouse with a bit of a critical eye, Scratchfur politely took his hat off. Holding it infront of him chest, he smiled, if not a little sarcastically, at Mary.* An' a merry 'ello te ye too, matey. 'Tis nice 'ow sum beasts come up wi' all kinds o' stereotypin' when it comes te those like me. Bu', jus' te please yer, I 'ad a talk wi' yer 'ead leader, Darter, an' I go' permission te be 'ere. Ye c'n go 'n ask yersel' if'n ye'd like. *Almost turning around, he suddenly looked back at Mary and uttered one last statement.* Oh, an' I see tha' there be foxes an' such 'roun' 'ere, so why 'm I nay allowed te be 'ere, eh? 'Cause 'm a rat? *Tapping the side of his head and grinning, he nodded to her and put his hat back on.*
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Jan 28, 2007 12:22:13 GMT -5
**Entering the hut, Horus swiftly claimed both quill and parchment to write his details down.**
Name: Horus Luc Lupercal Species: Good Timber Wolf Gender: Male Rank: (Errr... Same as raiden's profile? If not;) Private
Scratchfur, don't let the general sterotypeing fool you, I've fought with some of the beasts here, most from Division Two, but a blacksmith is a blacksmith is a blacksmith.
**Extending his paw to the rat, he smiled. He was still smileing when his sleve sliped back to show some bandaged burns on his forarm.**
Risks of the trade. Risks of the trade.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 28, 2007 12:34:51 GMT -5
*Accepting the extended paw offered by Horus, Scratchfur grinned as well, even though he felt like grimacing a little at the sight of the bandaged burns on Horus' forearm.*
Aye, matey. I guess 'tis jus' a bit o' a new thin' fer me, an' 'm nay used te bein' stereotyped as much. But I guess...e'ery new experien'e counts fer somethin'.
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Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
Head Warrior^#black%5Fstar
Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Jan 28, 2007 19:13:04 GMT -5
OOC: Oh wow. Shigure. *cracks up* Darn, I wish I’d caught on to that sooner… Welcome, everyone, to the Spirit of the Remnant! I know I’ve been horribly long catching up with this, but I’m ready to get onto things and keep up with them now, thinketh I. Thanks for keeping an eye on this while I was away, Mary! You’re a lifesaver. My RPing ain’t gonna be at its best here, but whatever… ^^ BIC: *The Commander blinked at the sudden influx of newcomers, caught off-guard by the amount of papers lying on her desk. Cocking her head slightly, she picked them up and skimmed over them, smiling at familiar names and silently forming the more unfamiliar on her lips, so as to get used to the feel of them. Setting them aside and placing a heavy bottle of ink on top as a weight, she stood and glanced around at the now-crowded room. The Division was growing. Spreading her paws wide, with a confident smile on her golden-furred features, Marie offered a greeting to the new members.* Welcome, ye all, tae the Spirit o‘ the Remnant. Ah‘m sure it‘ll be a pleasure tae train wi‘ all o‘ ye.
Noo, ah‘m guessin‘ yon rat would be Scratchfur. *She turned her sea-grey gaze on the new rat, a gaze that was neither disapproving nor accepting. Mary‘s reluctant attitude towards him bothered her, because she understood where the mouse was coming from; at the same time, she knew it wouldn‘t do to have division in the camp.* Ye‘re welcome ‘ere as much as any o‘ter beast, along wi‘ yew, ‘Orus. Ah‘m sure ye‘ll both prove yerselves true an‘ faithful as any other beast, an‘ ye certainly deserve the same benefit o‘ the doubt as any goodbeast. So, welcome. If anybeast gives yeh trouble, jes‘ send ‘em my way an‘ ah‘ll deal wit‘ ‘em, alrigh‘?
*Smiling in a polite but somewhat disconnected manner, the mouse-warrior held a paw forward, offering any of the newcomers to shake. Her actions and words may have seemed a bit impersonal, and they were -- she was acting now as a Commander, not as a warrior. Her warrior instincts would have warned her towards caution on the subject of “good vermin”; but she knew that as an officer of the Fort, she must provide a balanced, fair influence for her Division. Therefore, she pushed aside her personal misgivings and smiled.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 28, 2007 19:47:32 GMT -5
*Accepting her offered paw with his right paw, he used his left paw to take off his hat so as to show the proper respect towards his new commanding officer. Giving back a smile to Marie, he tried to look as proper as he could in this situation. In addition to this, he decided to add a few words to calm the moment a bit.* I thank ye fer yer openess t'wards meh, Commander. It t'will be meh greatest pleasure te prove ye ri'ht in yer judgement an' brin' honor te' the division.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 28, 2007 21:25:09 GMT -5
* Mary shook her head.* No, that's okay Scratchfur, I believe you. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, my name's Mary Narai.* She held forward a paw to shake, all too ready for the rat not to accept it, due to her rudeness.*
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 28, 2007 22:22:39 GMT -5
*Not wanting to seem like a rude, unforgiving beast, Scratchfur warmly smiled at Mary and graciously accepted her paw shake.* 'Tis ok, matey. I know meh looks gi'e mos' beasts a bit o' a startle, an' I don' 'old tha' 'gainst ye. In fact, I 'a'e te say 'm 'onored tha' ye'd still tal' wi' meh. 'Tain't tha' often tha' a beas' woul' do such a thin' fer the likes o' meh. An' I guess I owe ye a bi' o' an apology fer the way I reacted te yer ques'ion. T'wasn't ri'ht fer me te be so defensi'e an' such. An', matey....ye c'n call meh Scratchy. 'As a bett'r rin' te it.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 28, 2007 23:06:04 GMT -5
Right... Scratchy.* Mary said slowly, with a bit of hesitation. scratchy sounded a bit odd, but then again, his whole name wasn't exactly the nicest thing in the world. *
OOC; I hate it when I run out of comp time. *sighs.* That's why this posts sucks so much.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 28, 2007 23:09:15 GMT -5
OOC: Heh. Don't worry about it.
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Jan 29, 2007 6:04:02 GMT -5
It's always a pleasure to make new friends, and meet new beasts.
**Swiftly turning at Commander Yewbow's voice, he snapped off a quick salute with his un-burned arm as he answered.**
As I ever was with the second, so shall I be with the first.
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