Braid

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Braid Title: Medic || Class: Healer A bit of an idealist, Braid does his utmost to keep everyone as healthy as possible. This does get a bit silly after a practice session and someone stubs a talon. Braid will immediately swoop in and start fussing over the small scrape as if the recipient had received a mortal blow. Though he treats every scrape, bruise, cut, or break in the same manner and tends to keep a very close eye on the patient afterwards. This enthusiasm also extends the battle fields and Braid will selflessly (and maybe a bit carelessly) rush to heal any comrade that falls, despite the possible danger.

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"We are trying to stop any further incidents from happening." Foka's voice was stern.

"I know how to behave," came the indignant retort. Braid simply flapped his wings once and enjoyed how Faillon snorted in annoyance.

"If you knew how to behave you wouldn't jump out windows or attack people," Nightstalker said in a very matter of fact way. He had been flexing his left paw slightly ever since he had slammed it right into the ambassador's face. Nightstalker was a confusing dragon and one that moved like he was made of shadows. Where Failon was silence in movement, his shield-brother was the complete absence of sound. Braid was glad he knew them, despite the multiple heart attacks they caused.