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</div>Not my picture: Artist<a class="postlink" href="http://qzurr.deviantart.com/">Qzurr</a>on deviant art.<br/><br/>Name:  Sir Calvin<br/>Age: 28<br/>Rank: Knight<br/><br/><br/>Calvin rode his roca through the streets of the small town, at a light gallop, his retainers flanking him. They had just come back from a successful skirmish with some local  bandits who thought they had the right to take the kinds land. Calvin more then enjoyed showing them that was not the case. Now he was looking to some cold Ale and a warm furred, eager female to sit in his lap while they celebrated. Yes this evening festivities were going to be fine and Calvin planned on celebrating well into the night, possibly into the morn depending on how feisty that female he got. Rounding a corner of the castle his Roca suddenly reared to avoid something, throwing the unprepared Calvin from his saddle.<br/><br/>Landing in a puddle of mud made for a very pissed off wolf. Snarling he was on his feet in an instant rounding on the idiot who caused him this disgraced. "What the hell is your problem?" he shouted as his men stood about, some of them trying to not laugh. "You are going to pay for this! Pay dearly for this!" he snarled as he waited to see what this person had to say for themselves.