UNHAPPINESS BECOMES MEDICINE — open, medic tryouts

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Walking over the the try-outs, Ophelia moved to stand by Delilah's side. She had never really considered being a medic, so she figured that was proof enough that she didn't personally need or want to be one. Her focus was mainly on being as strong as she could be to protect others, and she couldn't really see herself sitting out of fights to tend to the wounded. It would make her much too antsy. Still, she had a large amount of respect for the medics, and it would be good to brush up on her knowledge a bit.

"I'm only here to watch and learn a bit more about herbs. I am not looking for a position on the team." she said, taking a seat and curling her tail around her paws.