BE PREPARED || o, Joiner

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SCAR

MALE — THE ASCENDANTS — OBSERVER

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Somehow, he was alive. At first, he wasn't sure what it felt like to be in a physical form. It had been so long. He assumed he had that Nobody to thank, though, admittedly, he didn't like being turned into a Heartless in the first place. He shook his head, raven black mane flopping a bit. Right... he had gotten a thrashing last time. He did not appear as a spirit, instead, his old form was back. Imperfect as it was, it was homely to him.

Now, he had to figure out what to do. Scar moved along to the border, a grin of yellowed teeth and emerald eyes gazing into the territory. Joining a group, and seeing how things worked in these lands would be a good start. His voice was calm, yet proud, [b]“Hello? I am Scar. I wish to join... your group.”