[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Giving a short nod, the redhead fumbled with the gun for a few seconds before he pulled out the clip, holding it up and saying quietly, "I didn't... I hope this is actually the clip and I didn't just drag some part of the gun out."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]He chewed at his lip before taking the clip and slowly moving to put it in the gun, giving a soft yelp as he managed to pinch his finger in the process, "Shit! Ow..."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
he jumped slightly and blinked, moving closer to see what had happened. "are you ok? what happened? what did you do?" he asked in that panicky dad tone of voice.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]He blinked and looked over his finger with a small frown before bringing it to his mouth and sucking softly. He said quietly when he looked up at Jack, raising an eyebrow and tilted his head - he wasn't used to anyone being concerned for him, "I just think I put the clip in the wrong way. I just pinched my finger. It's bleeding a little bit.."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Tilting his head to one side, he carefully wrapped the band-aid around his finger and said as he rose an eyebrow, curious, "Do you just... Carry those around with you?"
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]"But you're not... Actually a Dad, are you?" He said, tilting his head curiously, "Have you had kids of your own?"
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
