<strong>Name:</strong>Lucas Myers/Isabelle<strong>Passion:</strong>Doubt<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Endurance ( ) Brawl (X) Throw ( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>2(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.( ) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(8)[2]<strong>SP:</strong>2[6]<strong>CP:</strong>3(6)  (1AT)<br/><hr/><br/>He needed to find the port, or the caravanserie, or whatever constituted a ride out of town on this one.  Lucas didn't even<em>think</em>that his companion was watching his ass sway...the Tanuki would note that there was a certain sway to said fine Dog ass that reminded her of one of her other girlfriends.  This one had not been from the Beast Kingdoms, but she'd been from the deserts of the South, a chocolate-skinned beauty that, as far as she would know, had not been dragged into this.<br/><br/>Lucas heard the introduction behind himself, and responded without thinking.  "Lucas.  It's nice to meet you, Michiru."<br/><br/>Lucas...?<em>Lucas?</em>Oh.  Uhm...maybe awkward?