<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cc5bb1492c78c35b898faf972c4fe976.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Kotone (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RvgMqFGQx_to-QR3ZXClrygvR2xTTPMalmODNRWqqjI/edit)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">AC:</span></strong>17<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">HP:</span></strong>70/70<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">EFFECTS:</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>d20+10<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mention of grooming cheered Kotone considerably--as did dreams of fruit.  There were poems about fruit!  She giggle at the race Aphashe proposed.  "Maybe it'll be a nice big tub and we girls can all share.  Aeleth and i can wash your hair."