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Dallas had spent the earlier part of the day wandering around the castle, exploring various rooms and just generally sticking his nose where it probably didn't belong. On one of the lower levels, he'd discovered a big box full of fun looking games and toys. He dug around it for a bit before discovering a small, slightly deflated football.
[i]Oh hell yeah.[/i] He'd played this a few times back at the Church. It was something they did just for fun every now and then but the more he thought about it, the more the idea of a clan-wide league appealed to him. Think about it: each clan with it's own team, playing against each other every week or so. Championships. SUPERBOWLS. Football brings people together man.
Leather ball clamped in his jaws, the seal point marched outside and glanced up at the sky. Yes, perfect weather. This was going to be fun. He dropped the ball at his paws and cleared his throat. "[b]Anyone up for a game?[/b]" he called out to whoever happened to be around to hear him.[hr][/fancypost]
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[tt]GENERAL.
> Dallasblues Morgan Harbringer Kennedy
> male (he/him) -- thirty-six moons
> Knights of Eden -- Knight
> former leader of the Church of the Imperium
> domestic feline -- seal-point
> pansexual -- single
> speaks with a Boston accent
POWERS.
> telepathy
> emotion manipulation
INTERACTION.
★ medium physically
★ difficult mentally
★ no kill/capture
★ attack in dodgerblue