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Jim Sterling liked knowing the truth of things. An excellent judge of character, he was analytical and methodical. He researched. He calculated. He deliberated, there was no doubt that Jim was a cub who knew things. The five moon old serval cub, wanted something more than the dull existence of a simple loner - day by day not getting any more exciting than the last. He wanted to achieve, Sterling wanted to be on top with his little flurry of above average conmen doing his bidding. Deciding that joining a clan was the way to go, the golden eyed male arrived at the border with an unfeeling expression. He had nothing to give away and nothing to say until someone graced his presence so things could produce results. Joining was the only thing the male was concerned, this was for himself as he wanted it to be. Wanting to simply test out his limit and overcome any who dare challenge him; He was smart enough to keep that to himself. A tactical genius.
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