[center][h1][color=91cc2a]Ravi[/color][/h1][/center]
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[b]Moves:[/b]
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[*]Swagger: Confuses opponents and raises their normal attack.
[*]Wrap: Binds opponents like a constrictor and does damage while opponent is constricted. 
[*][s]Nibble: Om nom nom.[/s]
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[b]Health:[/b] Full
[b]Status:[/b] Full
[b]Ability:[/b] (Shed Skin) May heal itself from status conditions by shedding its skin.
[b]Inventory:[/b] None
[b]Quest:[/b] Make friends and get along despite his intimidating voice and appearance.
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	For once Ravi may not have looked so intimidating on the face of it with his elated expression expelling a blissful belch from his bloated belly. But that wasn’t his only gut feeling, now more concerned about how his friends were faring. Keeping his senses as sharp as his fangs, holding everyone’s concerns and questions on a silver platter. After all, laying about was no excuse to be a layabout and serving others over oneself should satisfy him like an after-dinner mint.

	[color=91cc2a][i]“Lance seems to be judging my cooking abilities. Or more accurately, my inability to rub two sticks together. But I’ve never had a problem with raw food, since I share a fondness for cheap sushi which was the staple food for my friends in college, keeping their cashless wallets in check. Maybe he just has a sensitive stomach, but I shouldn’t speculate...next time we have a meal I’ll be sure to give him some recipes!”[/i][/color] Having similar thoughts stirring up, wanting to console Trevor with his doubt about lying. Giving him a pep-talk about him doing what’s best for the team. Nathan would receive one too regarding whatever was bugging him. Then he'd give some reassurance to Celina that he was friendly and wouldn’t bite...her. Wait. Jeri needed a berry? Was he hurt?! The berries were all stored back at the cave, if he recalled correctly, and he’d be the fastest retriever.

	[color=91cc2a]“Fret not, I ssshall fetch one — or ten — for you lickety-sssplit!”[/color] Ravi proclaimed like he was saving someone from a burning building. He lunged forth and flopped like a wet danger noodle. His stomach like an anchor that held him in place as he let out a soft, “bleh.” Quickly past his initial embarrassment, he started dragging himself towards the cave at a snail’s pace. Clearly he wasn't used to speedily slithering when stuffed, but he remained positive and determined. [color=91cc2a]“Erm...just sit tight...I’m — eh! on — eh! — my way.” [/color]

[color=91cc2a][i]"...would it be selfish to hope someone carried a spare?"[/i][/color]