Oh, this is an easy question: I'd call myself Waltaquin.

[The Blue Foxes had been tight-knight, as mercenary and military groups often are, but she'd never been able to buy into the camaraderie, not completely. She had joined when they were interesting, left when she could no longer abide by what they wanted.]

I earned my share of decorations and demerits, too. We were well equipped to do the Kingdom's dirty work.