[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/b155ebdceb455b93e0066ca679216b50/tumblr_np5202RXt71uwdou8o1_250.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]I'm on the front line. Don't worry I'll be fine. 
The story is just beginning.
I say goodbye to my weakness, so long to the regret.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mj_hApbc5qg][color=556B2F]- [I]"Diamond Eyes" by Shinedown[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) 
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None currently
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	Thalken didn't seem terribly amused by Constantin's passing comment that his [I]real[/I] name was better than the "name" of Talink boy. Nevertheless, at least it seemed that that particular situation was hopefully resolved. You certainly knew your life was messed up when your own surname brought about a sense of utter revulsion within you, but it seemed that that was what his life had come down to. He was disgusted by his family's nefarious actions as well as his own actions. The sooner he could distance himself from the Talink name and their ways, the sooner he could become someone else, someone better.

	His eyes narrowed even more when he was denied his request for information regarding these strange questions. It was clear that they were trying to hide something from him. He supposed it was for good reason, but regardless, it still made him a touch suspicious. The nefarious and cunning side of him wanted to take matters into his own hands and do a little "digging" of his own, you know, of the more unorthodox sort. But, he restrained himself from doing so, reminding himself that he was a changed man. Well, correction, he was a man [I]trying[/I] to change. However, all his brooding and self-reflection came to an abrupt standstill at Constantin's next words.

	Thalken's eyes widened, and he went a bit slack jawed when he was offered a [b][I]job(?!)[/I][/b] He shook his head in disbelief. [color=556B2F]"Come again?"[/color] he questioned, brows furrowing. A big part of him thought that Constantin must surely be joking with him, but the fact that he brought up payment and conditions proved otherwise. His brows relaxed slightly as he let that sink in. [I]He was actually being offered a job, more specifically a job that didn't involve killing or harming someone? Wow.[/I] It really should have been like a dream come true for him, so why was he filled with such apprehension? Well, one could say that defying one's own nature in and of itself was frightening, let alone the notion of how that would inevitably change one's future. So, in other words, you could say that right then the big unknown ahead of him was a bit terrifying. [color=556B2F]"Uh, sure?"[/color] he finally stated, albeit reluctantly.
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[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=DC143C]Fyror Kildragon[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3oKIPfz9cQZIJsAMw0/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=DC143C]Integrity is doing the right thing 
even when no one is watching.
[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uicVCPkNZRg][color=DC143C]- [I]C.S. Lewis[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] The Docks, Preston, England 
[b][color=DC143C]Skills:[/color][/b] Leadership
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	Admist trying to navigate through the hordes of people, Fyror would take quick glances out at the harbor. He noted the appearance of a decent variety of vessels, including merchant ships, smaller boats looking for a quick buck, and even the King's Royal Navy. As he weaved their way through the crowds, he internally deliberated what would be the best option, or more importantly, what would be the easiest for them to gain access to. He glanced down at Colette as her words penetrated his thoughts. His lips thinned before he nodded his head grimly at her words.

	[color=DC143C]"Unfortunately,"[/color] he commented with a sigh, before answering her question frankly. [color=DC143C]"I think my preference matters not. We must go with the most realistic option, even if it's not the most ideal. The King's Royal Navy will surely turn us down. Perhaps we could negotiate, or pay, our way into getting a spot on a merchant vessel, but I fear that the time that negotiations will take will only leave us farther behind. However, at the same time though, those ships are built more for speed than the smaller vessels out there. Perhaps we should risk it. What say you?"[/color]