[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] Spending time with [color=lightpink]Kaela[/color], pranking [color=B22222]Jegrad[/color][color=17758D]||[/color] Pleased with himself[/h3][/center]

Fizzy chuckled away to himself, quite pleased with his handiwork. He shuffled backwards as a centipede scuttled over his polished shoe, and he shook it off unelegantly. Eventually he just took a few steps back from the whole area, watching the chaos slowly spread as students noticed the commotion.

[center][color=A625E7][b]This has had an effect. Fizzy will be punished...[/b][/color][/center]

[color=17758D]"I do believe it's time to get processed?"[/color] he said in a hurry, not wanting people to notice his little prank and link it back to him. He turned to Kaela to see the shocked look on her face as she stared at him, open-mouthed. It seemed she wasn't impressed by his mischief-making? Fizzy suddenly felt quite sheepish in her presence. Of course this was the behaviour of a lowly club, not befitting of a higher class at all.

[color=17758D]"We have a history..."[/color] he tried to offer as an explaination, but the words died in his throat. There really was no excuse. 

[color=17758D]"I'm- I'm sorry. Perhaps it was uncalled for. I'll... I'll escort you through initiation and to your dorm, miss."[/color] he said, dejected. Pranking was something that was just a part of who Fitzgerald was. It made him realise that, if he wanted to gain the sort of renown a Spade had, there were certain things he'd have to give up. And that was just something that Fizzy couldn't face.
[i]Stupid, stupid, stupid.[/i] he thought to himself as he shuffled through initiation, deep in thought. [/center] The Steward rifled through his bags, giving him his paperwork and stamping his hand with the In Training mark.

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/BP78D5H.png[/img][/center]

He scanned through his dorm slip, sighing as he realised he'd been put in the C Dorms. He was a high class Club, this was rediculous....
He went to speak with Kaela, but couldn't meet her eyes, instead looking off towards the dorms. [color=17758D]"And where might you be, miss? I imagine one of the better dorms."[/color]

[Hider=Inventory on his Person]
[color=17758D][b]Treasures:[/b][/color] None
[color=17758D][b]Inventory:[/b][/color][list]
[*]Scittering Potion x 1
[*]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]