07-23-2018, 02:21 PM
Roy was the next one to pad in, the melanistic bobcat making his way over to his usual spot. He sat down on the ground, ears pricking up as he looked up towards Bastilleprisoner. He listened closely to what he had to say, and there was a lot of info this week. First, a buddy system was being set in place- which could be seen as a good idea with all of the new members they've received lately. Changes were made with Cosmic Generals, making them specialized into certain categories. There was even a category for clan wellfare, that can be offered to Clerics- so they can climb higher in the ranks. Roy remembered going to Tanglewood with Bastilleprisoner regarding the Meta incident, Roy had been the one more pissed about it. As much as Roy dislikes Tanglewood, he felt some relief that the clan wasn't responsible for the attack- he just hopes Beck will be in more control of his members for the future. And regarding the alliance with Snowbound, he was expecting it to be accepted, they already acted like allies anyway.
Roy's head snapped towards Warringkingdoms, as the Cleric began to speak up after Bastilleprisoner. Oh that's right- she set up a huge halo tryouts, as their medic team seemed to be pretty empty. Roy never had any intetest in medicine, there was a reason he wasn't a doctor. He's an alchemist, the field of medicine isn't his forte- especially in the way the clan's handle medicine. Never once in his human life did Roy see a doctor use herbs to treat a patient. The Flame Alchemist was used to modern medicine, but with this new life meant new adjustments. They don't use modern medicine here, it seems like herbs are the norm here. As he listened to Rin speak, he was surprised to hear she was stepping down. He listened to her reasoning why, instead of speaking up and questioning, an ear flicking. Her reason made sense, Rin wasn't around as often, and the clan keeps growing and growing with each passing day. It was good that the Halo tryouts grabbed a lot of attention, as in the end- the Cleric position wasn't left empty. Rin must trust it's in good hands with Imperia and Shininglight, and that Moonmade, Lessa, and Roman will learn well under their guidance. Roy gave a firm nod of his head, in thanks to Warringkingdom's work and to congratulations of the promoted members.
Roy's head snapped towards Warringkingdoms, as the Cleric began to speak up after Bastilleprisoner. Oh that's right- she set up a huge halo tryouts, as their medic team seemed to be pretty empty. Roy never had any intetest in medicine, there was a reason he wasn't a doctor. He's an alchemist, the field of medicine isn't his forte- especially in the way the clan's handle medicine. Never once in his human life did Roy see a doctor use herbs to treat a patient. The Flame Alchemist was used to modern medicine, but with this new life meant new adjustments. They don't use modern medicine here, it seems like herbs are the norm here. As he listened to Rin speak, he was surprised to hear she was stepping down. He listened to her reasoning why, instead of speaking up and questioning, an ear flicking. Her reason made sense, Rin wasn't around as often, and the clan keeps growing and growing with each passing day. It was good that the Halo tryouts grabbed a lot of attention, as in the end- the Cleric position wasn't left empty. Rin must trust it's in good hands with Imperia and Shininglight, and that Moonmade, Lessa, and Roman will learn well under their guidance. Roy gave a firm nod of his head, in thanks to Warringkingdom's work and to congratulations of the promoted members.
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— THE SHADOWS ON MY WALL DON'T SLEEP
Roy Mustang is a 3 year and 4 months old melanistic bobcat. He has obsidian fur- light shades on his muzzle, paws, belly, chest, and tail tip and darker spots all over his body. He is an amputee, his back right leg left in an uneven cut, stump. Roy is an Alchemist who specifies in flame alchemy- he has fire and air elementals. He resides in the Ascendants, happily married to Riza Hawkeye. Roy does not trust strangers easily, they must earn it. He's also blind.
— THEY KEEP CALLING ME, BECKONING.
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