[center][h3][color=8493ca]Hector Wyland[/color][/h3][/center]
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[color=8493ca][b]"I think I'll stay behind on asking this Naomi more about the creatures. We can share information en route,"[/b][/color] Hector said, adjusting the strap over his shoulder. Herne would slither along his shoulder and up the barrel of his rifle, resting at the tip of the barrel and flicking its tongue at Shavis. It kept fluctuating in and out of visibility on occasion, seemingly only half-formed. 

[color=8493ca][b]"If you specialize in close combat, we'll make a good team. I hesitate to call myself a specialist, but I practice Galdr and Thaumaturgy. My familiars make my gun more effective, and I can perform simple healing and wards."[/b][/color] As far as combat prowess went, Hector wouldn't be surprised in the least if he was the least viable magus in the party. Still, it wasn't as if he'd be useless so long as something had enough of a sense of fair play to die from bullets. 

[color=8493ca][b]"I will do my absolute best to make sure I don't shoot anyone in the back,"[/b][/color] Hector said to conclude his combat summary of himself, while Herne lifted his head from the barrel and bobbed it up and down a few times, seeming to look unblinkingly at Shavis. [color=8493ca][b]"Herne here functions as the stabilizer for my rifle. Sorry if his staring is a touch off-putting,"[/b][/color] he said before grabbing his ghostly familiar off of his gun and stuffing it back into his breast pocket. That wouldn't stop the phantom snake from pushing his head out again though, flicking a misty tongue out to taste the air around.