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<i>Jarvan Feran<br/>
 Jovial Mercenary and Merc Captain</i>​</div><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Of course I came prepared, m'boy! One would be a fool not to be, hahaha!"</span>Thundered the deep, jovial voice of Jarvan, the well-build man making good use of his time for a final check of his gear and large backpack. He was clad in a well-maintained armour-set made up of both leather and metal parts, allowing him relatively free movement while also providing pretty good protection, a red overcoat covering the armour to give him a more casual look. A mean looking flail hung on his hip, the steel heads of the weapon glistening in the morning sun.<br/>Looking up with a good-natured grin, Jarvan stood up from his crouching position, giving some attention to the cute little fox-snake draped snugly around his neck, scratching her softly underneath her chin and sprinkling some water over her. He knew he really shouldn't let her do that, that it would probably be troublesome for her to have this habit when she changed, but he really couldn't help it. Morsel just looked too dang cute in this form. Even though he was a scarred, disciplined and well-trained veteran, he wasn't below liking his cute stuff or just laughing at a funny story.<br/>Kital was hovering nearby, doing her own thing as usual. Stubborn little thing. She was quite the confident one, hovering about and exploring a bit.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Gotta admit though, Kirsch my boy, that you've gathered quite the group. I mean, damn. This many eople with two Lilim? Makes a man like me chuckle with glee, hehe. Should keep us quite safe from any brash Imps when we're travelling through the Alp Alps." </span><br/>The merc chuckled while he looked around. He wasn't too worried about their journey, except maybe for the fact that there were quite a bit of young people coming along. Then again, over the years he'd learned not to judge a book by its cover, or in this case its age. More likely than not, they could hold their own in combat. Especially with him around.<br/><i>'Aahh, I'm getting old, damn it.'</i>He thought to himself, smiling. He wasn't even 30 yet, but he felt like an old man beside all these youths.<br/><br/>Looking around, he wasn't too fussed about the group they'd be travelling with, but he also had some concerns. At first glance, some of them seemed to be people he expected to have trouble dealing with. The more serious or problematic time of folks. Well, time would tell, he could be wrong. He just hoped there were some of them he could share a drink and a joke with.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"So, you're in charge of those whole shebang, aren't ye Kirsch?"</span>He said, standing up, his grin lessening to a more businesslike smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"So, tell us a bit what we're going to do and let's introduce ourselves a bit! Oh, and for y'all, I'm Jarvan Feran. Just Jarvan's fine, though. If you need any help with getting your bearings in combat, that's partly why I'm there. Feel free to have a little chat with me, I won't bite, haha."</span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, a three-legged crow was preening her feathers on Fujiyori's shoulder, not giving the others much mind.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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