Vous êtes sûr de ça, monsieur? Rimau a demandé, tournoyant les yeux vers le haut comme s'il avait vraiment l'air très inquiet pour ses moutons. Bien sûr, ce n'était pas si mal; il y a beaucoup plus de moutons dans le monde.
"...Ok, si vous le dites. Je crois qu'on vit dans une... "démocratie" ere. Il a dit, reconnaissant le choix de l'homme en tant qu'adulte, mais en même temps faisant un geste de 'compas inversés' quand il a dit 'démocratie'; quelque chose d'un concept étranger et assez stupide pour le vieux Zizz.
"Tu te souviens, si ce gros canide commence un petit bain de sang à ta pâte, tu viens me voir." Le Zizz a conclu avec confiance que ce ne serait pas le dernier Felan à en avoir entendu parler, prenant une autre bouffée dans le grand visage de Felan, sans humour, avant qu'il ne retire sa chaise et ne retombe par terre. "Avez-vous une superbe journée, monsieur."
Peu de temps après, il s'est retrouvé en train de se retourner pour témoigner de l'autre vieil homme au bar, celui qui se plaignait toujours littéralement de tout. On dirait qu'il faisait une sorte de danse rituelle, qu'il allait "wowowowow" comme une sorte de... il ne savait même pas quoi.
"Qu'est-ce qu'au nom de Gekko... "C'est à lui qu'il appartient." Il murmura en réponse, le poussant à serrer son intestin dans son rire étouffé alors qu'il retournait au bar, toussant alors qu'il s'approchait d'un autre tabouret.
Remontant au bar, il a remarqué que le Rodent était toujours là, se faisant toujours passer pour un idiot, il semblait. Mieux encore, Naida était revenue, même si elle parlait encore avec ce gamin aux oreilles de chien.
"'Ey, Naida, m'dame, vous êtes de retour!" Il a dit agréablement, en mettant encore son sourire denté. "Terribly désolé pour le ramblin", encore, mais je n'ai toujours pas 'ad m'juice. Mais pas de précipitation. A ce moment-là, qu'est-ce qu'il y avait là-bas, ce crétin, celui avec son épée de compensateur?" Il a demandé, pointant vers dit abruti, qui, pour une raison quelconque, était toujours debout même après que la folle dame de chat lui avait crié dessus. D'après ce qu'il avait rassemblé, quand la folle de chat s'est énervée, elle avait tendance à blesser les gens. Encore une fois... nouveau champ de suppression.
Name: Katelia (kuh-TELL-ee-uh)
Race: Human (probably)
Gender: Female
Age: 23 (maybe)
Occupation: Grown-Up Delinquent
Personality/Interests: Kat's always been someone with… flexible morals. She knows how to manipulate and work a situation to her advantage, but lately she's been favoring the straight-forward method of negotiations – that is, outright threats of violence. Though very clever and resourceful, she's never had an official education and tends to ignore other perspectives if they don't suit her interests. Kat is more solitary than social, and tends to keep to herself, finding entertainment in whatever's available to her. She's sarcastic, and can typically be seen sporting a small, crooked grin coupled with a raised eyebrow as she judges the hell out of everyone around her. Over the years, Kat’s gotten very good at annoying everyone around her, essentially killing any chance of personal relationships. This sits just fine with her.
Appearance: Short and lithe, Kat's not the most… intimidating figure. What she lacks in size though, she makes up in her striking appearance. With skin as dark as the night sky, silver eyes, and straight white hair cropped in a short, fluffy style, Kat attracts attention wherever she goes. Even more noteworthy than her coloring though, is the fact that she lacks a right arm. In its place is a scarred patch of flesh, cut right where the shoulder meets her torso. Kat has a tendency to simply chop the right sleeves off of her tops to get rid of the excess fabric, though she always wraps her torso in plain white bandages, so as not to let others see her scar. She has a litany of other, smaller scars littering her body.
Details
Body build: Little
Hair: Short, messy
Hair color: White
Skin color: Dark brown
Eye/Iris color: Silver
Height/Weight: 5’, 96 lb (152 cm, 43 kg)
Notable Features: Missing right arm, scarring where the shoulder ends
Clothing Description: She wears soft leather boots, brown pants and a green tunic. White bandages can be seen underneath, covering the majority of her torso, especially her mangled shoulder. Kat also has a necklace with a thin silver chain, and an arrow charm on it, far more expensive than the rest of her outfit combined – it's the one thing she refuses to part with, even if it would get her hot meals and a roof over her head for three months.
Hel: Hel is, quite simply, a snow leopard big enough for Kat to ride around – which she does, often. He seems to be tremendously attached to her, and it's not always clear if he answers to her, or the other way around. Nonetheless, he is unfailingly loyal to her, and quick to bear his fangs at anything he considers a threat. While Kat loves Hel, she's worried she's become too dependent on both his protection and emotional support. So far, life's done a fine job of teaching Kat that things she love tend to get taken away from her. She fears that when the day comes that Hel will no longer be at her side, she'll be both too weak and too broken to face whatever comes for her next.
Equipment: Water flask, tinder box, rope, spare clothes, various bandages and herbs for healing purposes, an old warm jacket, extra little glass bottles for anything she finds that she might want to take with her, an ocarina that she can no longer play
Weapon(s): Keeps an array of knives and daggers on her at all times, used for either throwing or slashing. Other than that, Hel's really the only form of defense she needs.
Powers: Connection to Hel
Abilities: None that she knows of
Talents: Expert knowledge of archery, slight of hand, knife throwing, lying through her teeth, pretty decent tracker
Magic: N/A

Sessamaru: Annoyingly polite; difficult to rile; OK guy
Historia Saurvale: Twerp with wings; fun to mess with; nice bow, but doesn't know how to use it properly
Saha Thulaja Era: Do not drink with her; reminds me of Hel
Julio: Other twerp with wings; surprisingly pragmatic
Azzrix Grimmor: Gross furball; easy to mess with; please shut up
Margaret von Eisenberg: Can't decide if I like her or not; seems nice on the surface, but rubs me the wrong way
Naida Marcoon: Don't get along with; can't take a joke
Drubbins: Idiot; another easy target
Mysaren: Too sensitive for someone who robs graves for a living
Tahira Raske: Unsettling; Hel doesn't trust her
Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku: Ugly, but good sense of humor; sometimes a little too dark
Claire Alexandria: Twerp without wings; can't take a joke
Viggo Malmsteen: Very close to letting Hel eat him
Rouen Fulgur: Go away; too irritating to even snark at
Felan the Wolf: Giant furball; Hel seems cool with him; OK guy