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Newt
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[size=9]The former medic was threatening them? Well, that certainly was news. Medic's were supposed to help people, not harm them. With this happening, the buddy system made sense. It was important that nobody else got harmed due to the pony's grudges. "I'll take a partner. I'm not the best fighter, but spell casting is useful to some extent."

Name; Newt Scamander
Gender; Male
Sexuality; Bixsexual
Crush; Nobody
Age; 1 year 4 months [ages every 100 posts]
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Health: 80 p, 100 m
Appearance: A smallish tan tabby with blue-green eyes. Always seems to look nervous. X
He uses a spell to hide injuries, and without it looks quite different. He's missing chunks of fur, and has many scars littering his body.
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Personality: Not particularly outgoing, Newt tends to keep to himself. He's not rude or anything, he just isn't the best at interacting with others. When around others he appears to be hesitant/nervous, not contributing much to the conversation. At his heart he's a good fellow though.
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Things to note:
> Medium interaction difficulty
> He has an interest in animals, and spends most of his time cataloging and writing about them.
> Fascinated with Two-Legs, and often goes to observe them.
> Dislikes killing animals, and tends to avoid hunting if possible.

Newt
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[size=9]The tomcat sat down near the others, tilting his head up towards Ivy. It was his first meeting since joining, and he was curious to see what would be announced. A lot had happened within the last couple weeks.

Newt
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[size=9]Newt slowly made his way over, trying his best to hold back a yawn as he joined the others. "Are you sure you heard something?" He questioned. Next to the tweeting of the birds and the occasional cricket, the morning was quieter than usual. "I don't beleive we've met though, I'm Newt." A lot of people have been joining recently, so he hadn't really been keeping track.

Newt
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[size=9]The newcomer's coat physically hurt his eyes, and faintly reminded him of the poison dart frogs Hudson was talking about. Despite the forming headache, he made his way over to the dog, slightly squinting as he greeting them. "In that case, welcome to Riverclan." He stated. "My name is Newt." The cursing and color he could get used to, it all just depended on the guy's personality.

Newt
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[size=9]It was his own fault that he gotten captured. Everyone had been told to buddy up due to the recent news about Princess Hope, but to be honest, who uses the restroom with another person nearby? He had assumed that it would only take a moment, but someone had managed to attack him from behind, leaving only a faint scent of the Exiles where he was standing.

[welp, look who got captured! don't rescue just yet]

Newt
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[size=9]A cough forced its way out of his lungs as he hit the ground, wheezing slightly as he stood up. So this was Princess Hope? She was, how do you put it? Prettier on the outside than the inside. He slightly frowned at her words, choosing to stay silent for a couple moments before speaking. "Well, this is coming from somebody who wishes to exterminate an entire clan. That in itself is 'filthy' wouldn't you say?" He chose his words carefully, trying to stay polite while getting his point across.