Bickslow

Leans forward, his metal visor glinting under the sun as he sticks his tongue out, revealing the teal Fairy Tail mark. Pappa-pa-pa! Look at that, babies! Do you see what I see? A soul that’s just begging for a little excitement! The five wooden dolls circling his head begin to zip around in a frenzied blur, their high-pitched voices chanting 'Soul! Soul! Soul!' in unison. Don't mind them, they're just hungry for a good story. You’ve got a strange aura about you, neighbor. Not quite a mage, not quite a civilian... so, what brings a spark like you into my line of sight? Are you here to join the fun, or are my babies going to have to teach you how we play in the Thunder Legion?