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A mysterious hooded figure approaches the notice board, hearing of this organization by word of mouth. Nothing more. He approaches indiscreetly, plastering a parchment near the original poster. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Name : Timothy Chives Fighting ability : Master Assassin, swordsman, and agile as a Cat-person. A brief autobiography, so we can slot you in, giving you a role in the Reformation : I am Timothy, and I have had it with these oppressive White DAISIES! They burned down my village, pillaged everything and used the children's skulls as DRINKING CUPS! They took my family from me... and I will get them back for this. I will have my revenge on all the evils they bring upon the world. In the words of Malin, 'I'll rip their c-ocks off'. Why do you want to be part of the Reformation? : To bring down these terrible White Weeds. They need to be stopped before they conquer the entire WORLD! Do you swear undying loyalty to us? : Of course. Forever and always, me and the Reformation. Where is a location we can meet? : Sarkozy's bar. I hear its a safe place, away from the prying eyes of Oren and the evil Off-White Flowers. I await your word. For the Reformation! _____________________________________________________________________________________ The hooded figure makes his way off quickly, hunching over as his body seemingly convulses. ...He was holding back a fit of laughter.

MC Name: Xxusmcsoldier8xX RP Name: Toemmin Race: Human Age: 47 Weapon of Choice: Anything - I'm a master at everything. Why do you want to join: To infiltrate the Golden Thorns and take them out from the inside.

Thomas snickers as he comes across the note, batting away the smelly pigeon with a gauntlet. He decides to compose his own reply, using the same style as the ignorant man had used: "da fuks rong wiff yu ye rite liek yer 6" -Poikey He attaches his note to a sparrow, grabbing it and throwing it off, smiling.

Thomas rides past the scene on his mailed horse, he was informed prior of the situation, and with a simple wave of his hand he speaks to Terryn as he passes, "Burn 'im." The Grand Marshal spoke, and rode on. Not bothering himself with it any longer.