(In that case, count me in!)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Civilian</span><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Name:</span>Reizu Akatsu<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Age:</span>18<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Species:</span>Wolfeasel (Wolf/Weasel)<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Occupation:</span>Ninja<br/>Reizu was a pretty ordinary guy who moved into the city from the wild. aside from his mixed genes, he was just your ordinary undercover ninja. That was until the invasion struck. Unsheathing his sword and his skills, he soon set out to join the military, hoping to free the city and survive. It was going to be a tough road but he'd seen worse.<br/>Likes: Any type of vore except hard.<br/>Dislikes: Scat, Watersports, Sex<br/><br/>In the empty street of the ghost city, a lone figure walked. His snow white fur patterned with red stripes matched his vermillion scarf flying in the wind. His two swords across his back were ready for easy quick-draw. His baggy pants were fluttering in the wind, underneath laden with sharp red knives for throwing. The black gloves on his paws were constantly squeezed by his hands. His white demin jacket was unbuttoned and flapped. His red eyes were on the lookout for the Maneaters. They hid around every corner, he could almost smell. "The base shouldn't be to far from here. They need any help they can get, right? Well, I'm givin' it to 'em." The sun was high in the sky around noon.<br/><br/>(When do we start?)