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(Great ^^! Thanks!)
Jay gripped the mans hand. He shook. And felt sick...
"Umm... What's your name...?" Jay asked, fighting down the growing nausea.

[Probably a Doctor]

Voice Claim
Name: Kristian Heilburg / Dr. Heilburg / Medic
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Personality/History: What he lacks in compassion for the sick, respect for human dignity, and any sort of verifiable formal training in medicine, the Medic more than makes up for with a bottomless supply of giant needles and a trembling enthusiasm for plunging them into exposed flesh. Raised in Stuttgart, Germany during an era when the Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion, the Medic considers healing a generally unintended side effect of satisfying his own morbid curiosity. The Medic is a Teutonic man of medicine. While he may have a tenuous adherence to medical ethics, he is nonetheless the primary healing class of the team. Although the Medic's Syringe Gun and Bonesaw aren't the greatest weapons for direct combat, he can typically still be found near the front lines, healing wounded teammates while trying to stay out of trouble. Currently, Kris lives in a Healer's hut. It's pretty easy to find, just look for the cabin with a bit medical symbol on it
Sexuality: Bi
Power: he has great white wings that drag behind him when he walks, and can heal anyone. It does come with a price, the patient he heals, their wounds or sickness transfers to himself. Meaning one broken leg would get healed and Kris would now have the broken leg whereas the patient would walk away without one
Relationships: Interested more in Azusa than anyone else..
Pets: Archimedes the Dove <Thanks for that, Kris>
Other: The picture is mine do not steal - His brother is the long lost Yersinia

Voice Claim
(I love it when his voice gets all deep the fourth quote in and says 'Now doctor.. Now.')
Name: Mick Mundy / Mundee / The Sniper
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Personality/History: Country of Origin: Australia - Role: Support
In his former life as a tracker of dangerous game in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper would spend months by himself. Prolonged isolation taught him a valuable lesson: You don't have to rely on other people if you never miss. Hailing from the lost country of New Zealand and raised in the unforgiving Australian outback, the Sniper is a tough and ready crack shot. Half rugged outdoorsman, half alien observer, this taciturn strip of beef jerky has spent the better part of his life alone in the bush, slow baking under the Australian sun.
Sexuality: Bi
Power: Fenrir/Werewolf hybrid, can shift
Relationships: Used to be with Kris, is now available
Pets: considers himself one
Other: Both pictures are mine do not steal

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"All yah dandies prancin' aboot with ya heads full of eyeballs!"

name; Tavish Finnegan DeGroot
nickname/s; Tavish - Finn - Demolition Man
gender; Male
age; 25
looks; Dark skin - Brown eye - Eyepatch - Missing limb - 6'6" - stocking cap - Large, muscular and bulky for his age
species; Cursed Demon
powers; The eye under his patch glows green fire when set off - Becomes an unstoppable killing machine - Enhanced Strength
sexuality; Bisexual
relationships; Open - PM me for any!
history/personality; Tavish is a drunk-swilling demolitions expert from the Scottish town of Ullapool, and is one of the more versatile members of the team. A master of explosives, Tavish strategically deals indirect and mid-range combat and massive splash damage. Fin uses his only good eye and the knowledge of his surrounding environment for well-timed detonations that send enemies skyward, often in many pieces. Should anyone get past his explosive ordinance however, they will be shocked to learn that he is extremely proficient at melee combat, being one of the deadliest melee users, with a variety of powerful melee unlocks in his arsenal. A fierce temper, a fascination with all things explosive, and a terrible plan to kill the Loch Ness Monster cost the six year old Tavish his original set of adoptive parents. Later, at the Crypt Grammar School for Orphans near Ullapool in the Scottish Highlands, the boy's bomb-making skills improved dramatically. His disposition and total number of intact eyeballs, however, did not.
Word of his proficiency with explosives spread, and it was not long before Crypt Grammar received two visitors; Finnegan's real parents, who lovingly explained that all DeGroot's are abandoned at birth until their skills manifest themselves, a long-standing, cruel, and wholly unnecessary tradition among the Highland DeGroot Men. His unhappy childhood had ended, but his training had just begun.
tidbits; He lost his eye to a side show carney, and his arm in one of his bomb accidents - Voice is nice and Scottish - Enjoys a nice drink every now and then, Powers weaken when he's calmed by a soothing voice or song


(All Images above are mine please do not use without my permission)

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(Last post for tonight Goodnight!)
"Uhhh..." Jay was dizzy now. He felt reeeally bad... Now his anxiety was coming back. Quickly.
He pretty much yanked his hand away.
"I suddenly don't feel very well... Maybe I should go see theeee... doctor! Yes. The doctor." Jay spoke quickly.
There was no doctor in this city.

[Probably a Doctor]

Kris could come to the rescue, I'm thinkin battle medic style)
An he could be like, hey, I'm a doctor and I wanna join you and heal yall)

And ignore the Hippocratic Oath)

Yersinia Pestis
He watched him yank away, and clenched his hands again
This wasn't nice, why wasn't he enjoying his company
The smile dissapeared and he frowned, starting forwards after Jay with a green glint in the glass of the beaks eyes

[inverse-pickpocket]

(Yay ! do that! I love your drawing of Kris ^^ I'll be posting a little doodle of Jay tomorrow :3)
The guy was still in pursuit! This was officially his most terrifying encounter. He turned back around to face the man again, clutching his stomach.
"L-look, if you wanna be friends or anything, just say so! I just reeeally dont feel well at all..."

[Probably a Doctor]

Yersinia Pestis
He reached forwards again right as an arrow went through his chest, sticking out
But no blood came out, no pain at all
He looked down and clutched it with one hand as he turned around to face a battle ready Kristian, flying through the air with a bonesaw
Yersinia reached up and caught Kris by the neck, letting the bonesaw drop to the ground and pulled out the arrow while holding to the doctor by the neck.
His eyes widened and he gasped, wiggling in Pestis's grasp before he grabbed the bonesaw back from a dove that helped him, and cup off Yersinias arm
The being didn't make any noise, just clutched the arm and watched as it regrew anew
The German sighed and almost vomited, his neck turning pure red now
"Come... Quickly." He snapped to Jay and gestured for them to run

Thanks!)
GTG)

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"OH HOLY -curse word :3-"
Jay was seriously gonna faint now. He felt sick, terrified, and like he was gonna vomit from sickness and the scene he has just witnessed. He decided now, he should run like hell. So that's what he did.

[CoryCat]

"Who knows what she's gotten herself into. And now would I know if he ramen has anything in it, your the one who "bought" it!" twolegs can never figure things out for themselves! I look to the ramen-twoleg. "And your welcome for saving your life" I walk back to the cave, but Jay isn't there. Must be getting food or something.

[Probably a Doctor]

Kristian Heilburg
He grabbed Jay's arm and put the Bonesaw Away, along with the crossbow he used to shoot Pestis
"Hurry... I know he vont go into zhe Forest.. Quickly now." He panted while slowing down and entering the forest
Right as Yersinia Pestis almost caught up to them, running swiftly as if none of the previous actions had never happened

[Animakoanime]

"Well, geesh. Don't get your antlers in a tangle." I joked. She hadn't even hurt me at all. "You know you can't hurt me right?" I tell her mockingly. "I've been around for 3billion years and I think I've picked up a few moves in battle. Trust me, you don't want to fight."

" yeah right your the one to talk , your a cat " she mocked " you should watch your trap " she tightens her grip, digging her ( naturally hard and black ) nails into her fur.she picked up a rock and snarled " avoid getting on my nerves, I'm not calm like others you might have mocked, I'm not letting that go , and I don't care how old you are granny-cat I just care about my nerves and your mouth."