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Quotient
Legacy Name: Quotient
The
Glacier KeetoOwner: Joltumbreon
Age: 15 years, 4 months, 4 weeks
Born: October 19th, 2010
Adopted: 15 years, 4 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: October 19th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"As cold as ice, I would say." The young man could hear an offhand comment from a young lady not too far off. To whom was she referring? Despite this slight lapse in knowledge, the young man figured it was himself rather swiftly. This upset the young man, since that wasn't an apt description of his demeanor... Simply his appearance. He closed his eyes in wandering thought and tried not to look readily offended. He sat inattentively in the antechamber, and awaited for his name to be called. He checked the clock and couldn't help but note that his interview was running a bit late. Perhaps he was the one off the mark? Was it truly later? He fidgeted in his seat, though he tried to stay calm, his nervousness wasn't easy to hide. Maybe... Maybe they didn't want him any more and he had not been told? It would be strange for someone as old as him to be adopted, but there was hope yet."Quotient Parks?" The lady in the front called, and the young man was there instantaneously. He wandered blindly into the room with a look of pure apprehension covered his face. He looked at the young woman before him. She grinned in such a confident way, it made Quotient flush in embarrassment. He felt like he was, truly, the inferior creature. And the man sitting next to her-- was he her husband? Quotient felt almost jealous."Good day, Quotient." The man spoke in a strong voice that resounded clearly. Quotient could hardly gather his word together in a cohesive manner, he was taken off guard by the man."G-Good day, sir." Quotient muttered out. He glanced at the woman, who had a seemingly expectant look in her eyes. "A-And to you, madame." Quotient added nervously. There was something about these two that unnerved him greatly. Their air of confidence was simply unmatched, and it put pressure on him. Or perhaps, he soon figured, it's because all people unnerve him greatly. The woman laughed out loud and then smiled again, slightly."Don't worry, I'm only about... Say, give or take eight years older than you. My name is Ella." The woman cooed a bit. Eight years was plenty big of a gap! Quotient was taken aback by her saying this. The man gave Ella a bit of a glare, but soon returned his attention to Quotient."Apologies." He began. "My name is Alethera, and I'm actually fourteen years older than you, myself." Alethera sighed a bit, and closed his dark red eyes. He opened them once more, and Ella was giving Quotient a once-over."Looks good!" She concluded. "Much better than the rest of our team. I think we should take him." She blinked her wide eyes and Quotient glanced his icy blue eyes up to her and shyly grinned. He was ecstatic, for some time he believed nobody would take him.