OF WHAT'S LEFT OF US // joiner

When the captain found himself in this body, he felt... different. Well, why? Because the he was now a she! "Naomi", she was called. And he stuck with that. How they didn't need to know who he-- no, she was. This was a brand new start. At least, she hoped so. Green pupils narrow as she makes her way over and sits down, tail flicking behind her. Her face is all too feminine-- kind, gentle. Happy. With a bark, she calls out, "I'm Naomi and I would like to join!"

//please use she/her pronouns when referring to Naomi!!

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