Hi I'm Joining will slot myself in
Species:Elf-Human(One of a kind(Will not be greedy))
Likes: Moving around, Snowboarding, Flying, Running, Combat and researching Humans.
Items: Neutrino 2000, Katana's and good old fists.
Apperance: Short brown Hair(usualy Spiked), Strong build, Katanas on back, Neutrino in holster.
Misa, Spike, Sarak, Eion, Trouble and Holly walk back into the Police Plaza to meet Root. As they enter his office They see another Elf. Male Average size, Mascular build, Katanas' on his back. This was one athletic elf. "Team this is Alex James Griffin, But he preferes if you call him Griffar" said Root. The team all shake Griffar's hand and fall back into line. Griffar notices Misa looking at his ears. He smiles and says. "I am a human elf cross. My ears are more rounded than poited. Its the only thing I have in common with my Mother." The team eye him suspiciously. Griffar laughs and says. "Don't worry my mother was a wanderfull woman. She met a fairy one day and was absolutly in love with the race since then. She never went out to exploit them. Yes a first." "Alright guys Alex will now work along side you guys and help you out in your missions. He passed top of his class just a few days ago, I want you to treat him with the outmost respect. Am I clear" A round of nods and yessirs' went around the room. "OKay then i will let you guys talk to each other and get no one another"
As the walked down one corridor of many there was a defening silence around them. "I'm not evil. I promise" He spluttered but he had a feeling he would be a suspicious person to them. He hoped they could trust him as he would do anything he could to stop a bio bomb for them. "I want to live the life of a sucessful elf. My ears don't help so I made up with it by being an athletic character. If you don't want to work with me I will tell Root i feel uncomfortable and ask to do some smaller things to begin with" He knew this show of weakness made him seem small bu he wanted to be on an equal platform with the others.
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