<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/TifaRogueSquadron/006.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt. Tifa Remone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue Shadow,<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/>It’s weird, being called to this ceremony. For her it’s weird. She wasn’t used to this sort of.. sensationalism. And that’s how she sees it. Tifa had always been one that just did her job, she wasn’t interested in awards or anything. Or even being recognized really. She was just fine with being in the background. But now.. she’s not sure she’ll be able to do that as much. I mean.. it’s Rogue Squadron.. the best of the best. And everyone recognizes that.<br/><br/>She’s dressed in her officer’s garb, dark green in color. Upon her chest is all of the medals she has been rewarded in her relatively short career. She’s not interested in showing off or anything, but it’s proper etiquette to wear them at this sort of function. She had just arrived, and she stares in awe at those gathered. She’s never seen so many of the upper ups gathered in one spot.. even the Admiral of the Fleet.. eeesh no pressure..<br/><br/>But she’s part of Rogue Squadron now…and pressure is what they thrive on. She stands near the door, a small smile upon her lips, her hands folded behind her back. She just watches everyone as they mingle, hating the fact she knows no one here. Well she doesn’t know anyone on a personal level. She knows<em>of</em>just about everyone here.<br/><br/>