[center][color=17758D]♣ [b]Fitzgerald "Fizzy" • 3rd of Clubs • The Spinning Cogs[/b] ♣[/color]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/OSYynKp.png[/img]


[sup][color=FF0E20][b]HP: 26/26[/b][/color] [color=17758D]||[/color] [color=A625E7]SA: 14/14[/color] [color=17758D]||[/color][color=gold] 85 GP [/color][color=17758D]||[/color][color=FF8527] [b]0 / 1000 CP[/b][/color]
* No Condition *[/sup]
[h3]Prime District Entrance [color=17758D]||[/color] Just seen [color=hotpink][b]Kaela[/b][/color][color=17758D]||[/color] Jubilent[/h3][/center]
Fizzy started making his way over to the stewards. He wasn't sure what it was that made him look behind him - a gust of wind, perhaps, or a slither of a particularly interesting conversation. Either way, he glanced, and was greeted by the sight of a young brown haired woman in silken robes. 

He fished out the picture and held it up at arm's length, squinting an eye, looking back and forward between the two. Her hair was longer now, but it seemed her style of clothing was as beautiful as ever. 

He raised a hand. [color=17758D]"Kaela!"[/color] he called above the crowds, waving his walking [i]cane[/i] about in the air. Walking cane, of course, not walking stick - it's job was only to be dapper, as Fizzy had no injury. He was pleased to have his walking cane with him while meeting a lady, and he briskly strode over to her against the grain of students.

[color=17758D]"Kaela!"[/color] he said, jubilent, reaching out in a hug.

Which was odd, considering Fitzgerald had never had the urge to hug anyone in his life.

[center]Also, she was a Heart.
This was wildly inappropriate. [/center]

His arms froze as if holding an invisible box around her.

[i]oh god,[/i] he thought, standing there. [i]What do I do? What have I done? This girl might not know me. For one, it might not be Kaela-[/i] although he was pretty confident, [i]and besides, what if she's completely different from her letters? What if she doesn't get along with me?[/i]

The next few seconds were long ones. Awkward ones. The kind of seconds that burn into your memory for all time, and no matter how hard you try to forget them, when you're 120 you will still be looking back embaressed on this one moment no-one but you is left alive to remember.

It was, for Fizzy the Spade Pretender, [i]exceptionally awkward.[/i]

He coughed, eventually snapping himself out of it. [color=17758D]"How do you do, milady?"[/color] Fizzy gave a low sweeping bow, reaching out to kiss the back of her hand.

[color=17758D]"Might I say that's a mighty fine... bush baby? You have there. I imagined they were bigger, though..."[/color]


[Hider=Inventory on his Person]
[color=17758D][b]Treasures:[/b][/color] None
[color=17758D][b]Inventory:[/b][/color][list]
[*]Scittering Potion x 2
[*]Low Grade Alchohol x5

[*]Hidden Pouch: FULL

[*]Iron Rations x3[/list]
[color=17758D][b]Thematic Items:[/b][/color] Cane, Tophat, Letter, Old Photo, Identification Documents. [/hider]
[hider=Current Stats]
Health: 14 (Base)
Sanity: 11 (Base)
Willpower: 11
Stamina: 11
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 14
Stealth: 10
Magic: 10
Vigilence: 11
Luck: 3 [/hider]