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Name: Fenris Mordin Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Wears a black suit along with black dress shoes. His hair is white and grows longer than normal people's. His nail are also long, and he wears gloves over his hands to cover them. When he takes them off, it means that he is going to go into close quarters combat. Destined or Follower: Destined Fairlytale Creature/Power: Werewolf. Unlike most werewolves, he still retains control when he goes into wolf mode and can wolf in-and-out at will, whether there is a full moon or not. He is also very quick and strong, and has good reflexes. He was made a werewolf artificially. (See bio) Attitude: Cold, no mercy on his opponents. Somewhat sarcastic when unhappy. Seems to constantly be angry and at alert, even more distrustful than Night, though he can hide it better. He does have a charming side to him though, and most girls are attracted to him because of his dark demeanor. Bio: Fenris was an expieriment for the Followers. He wasn't allways a werewolf, but he was made that way artificially at the cost of his memories. He escaped by slaughtering all of the Followers who kept him prisoner, and has started a manhunt for their leader. Fate, however, has decided to link him up with ones who have the same goal... Weapon: A large machine gun shaped like a cross. A bayonet can slide out the front for close quarters combat. Theme Song: (I'm still using Night also) Book Two

"I 'need' to see it, sure," Night muttered to himself in the cabin, "My inner strength is sufficient enough. Besides, I can just blindfold myself, or close my eyes."

"Well, so not worth it. Turn this boat around, or at least skip my mom. I don't want to see her like that, it's not what I want!"

"Oh yeah, that," Night said. "Really? That's good."

"So it seems," Night agreed. "So, where were we?"

"Wait," Night said, "why do you say, 'as long as Allison is alive'?" Night questioned, "And since when have pirates never told lies? You're careers are built up on them, last I heard."

"Sure, until you stick a dagger in my back," Night said, "and yes, it will probably be my back first. Do you honestly think you're the only one who's tried to help us? You'd be wrong, except that every single one has stabbed us in the back or turned evil somehow. It's always some part of some evil, elaborate plan to kill us. For all I know, you could be leading us to the villains lair to off us, or turn us in, or both. But don't feel bad, there's actually one person I trust even less than you."

"Okay, personally, I think that the fact that I just thought about you reading my mind and then you saying about you not being able to read my mind might prove you can," Night said, chuckling, "and yes, I don't trust you. It took you how long to figure that out?"

Night followed him. "Yeah...?" Night asked. "What's up?" 'Don't tell me he can read minds!' Night thought.

All true.

The what?

Actually, I was never a lurker. My friend just said, "Oh, it's so awesome, you have to join!" so I did, and here I am now.

'Maybe because it might have been true,' Night thought, but he kept it to himself.

*Shrugs* I don't know. I don't trust any politicians. But if it came down to it, I would rather take the new guy than the guy has already proven that he doesn't know what he's doing.

True enough.

@King Riku: Yeah, you have a point. But if that many parents endorse Obama, that's not a good thing, as they're votes may screw over America.

That's because they listened to their fanboy parents rather than look into it themselves.

"Oh, I thought you were gonna say that the denizens of the see mercilessly slaughtered them all," Night said.

"Ironic name for a ship," Night commented, boarding it.

Night smiled at her. "At least someone here is thinking this through," he said.

Final Fantasy XII the collector's addition. I found it used for $10.

Night stopped walking and frowned, thinking. 'Know it all? How am I being a know-it-all? I'm just expressing my opinions and concerns for her safety, Nessa's, and mine. Too much has happened for us to trust every other random stranger we meet. Why can't she see that? Is she just that naive, or am I just that distrustful? Is it really just because he called her "sweet?" Boy, now I know what to do if I ever want a cookie from her. Maybe she's been brainwashed...?'

"I am," said Night, "After all, I haven't attempted to beat the snot out of him yet. What more do ya want?"

"What does your breakup have anything to do with this?" Night asked. He then whispered, "All I'm saying is that this is too convenient, and that we should keep an eye on Jean-Claude over there."

"Yeah, that's what they all say,," Night said, "So, when do we get going?"