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how the hell do you stay in love?  o. joiner - rosey. - 08-01-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]I JUST DON'T FEEL ALIVE â€â€Â
(( WARNING: ABUSE MENTION ))
Liberty is a complete and utter mess.
Her hair is in tangles with dirt and debris clinging to it, even with the ponytail she has it tied in with an elastic. Her face is covered in dirt, some of it washed away by tears, and crusty, dried blood is noticeable near her nostrils and her mouth. Her left eye is bruised pretty heavily, and while her shirt covers her abdomen, there are bruises and she's 99% sure she has a cracked rib to fix, but she hasn't had time to stop and heal herself yet. She's been on the run for 2 days, and she hasn't stopped once. She's terrified, her doe brown eyes are bloodshot, and she is panting softly, as if on the verge of a panic attack, but also in shock at the same time. Her parents named her freedom, and yet she is anything but free.
One of the first things someone would notice about Liberty, despite all of her concerning features, is a large gash in her side. She'd managed to rip off the bottom part of her shirt and use it as a makeshift bandage, at least until she could get somewhere safe enough to rest for a few days. Her dog, a golden retriever-resembling mutt named Thira, walked tiredly beside her. Neither of them had rested in a really long time, and poor Thira was having a harder time considering she had a fur coat. Libby was growing weak and tired of walking, and she was beginning to wonder if running away was the best idea.
Hell, she didn't have a choice. After he stabbed her, she knew that she couldn't handle the abuse anymore, he could've... Actually killed her. Is that how you treated someone you loved? She wanted to convince herself that he did love her, that she was just... getting in her own head about it, but she knew very deep down that he didn't love her. Not one bit. Her doe brown eyes scanned her immediate surroundings, and despite it being late evening, and nearly night, she could see the faint outline of a building in the distance. A motel, or lodge, or something similar, maybe. She absentmindedly moved her hand down to grasp the handle of her mother's dagger, as if defensively, before she and Thira trekked on towards the building, hoping that it was empty. And if it wasn't, that whoever lived there was kind enough to grant her refuge for at least a few nights, so that she could heal herself and then leave.
Liberty stopped as she grew nearer to the building. She could hear noises inside, and her heart dropped. There were people here, this place was already claimed. But... maybe, they'd let her stay? She didn't want to be alone making camp in the middle of nowhere. She could defend herself, sure, but in this condition? She was better off going back to him than staying out here. Hesitantly, and signaling for Thira to stay, Libby began to move closer to the entrance of the building, but she stopped. Of course, they'd probably see her coming before she got any closer, and she couldn't afford to get in a fight right now. So, she stopped, and decided to go on a whim and call out for help. "Hey! Anyone in there?" Her voice was dry and cracked, like the desert in the middle of July.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 31ST]and i don't wanna live but i'm too scared to die â€â€Â✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio
fluent in english & armenian / loner
wish i could erase my memories â€â€Â✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
 liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8". her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes on her skin aside from bruises and the freckles on her face. her eyes are a deep doe brown, with subtle golden flecks throughout the iris. her hair is shoulder-length and is usually tied up, and is a very dark brown colour. she usually wears clothes for comfort, so most of her clothes are comfortable yet easy to move around in.
 injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side
so i could stop feeling so empty â€â€Â✧ personality
house tba / personality tba / faction tba / mbti tba / true neutral
 tba
i wish this shit wasn't so tempting â€â€Â✧ relationships & interaction
homosexual / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no (known) siblings
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
medium physically / easy mentally / extensive medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]
Re: how the hell do you stay in love?  o. joiner - ashen - 08-01-2017
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[/table]
[color=transparent]acrylicjohannes angelicus
.
Sinking fast,
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
Re: how the hell do you stay in love?  o. joiner - Gray - 08-02-2017
[table]
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
If you knew the way Gray feared being found by his blood family, you might be surprised to learn that no one had ever laid a hand on him. Surely they would have, if they'd known what he was. He'd imagined it many times, how they'd beat him and toss him out, probably in no condition to make it anywhere safe. He'd imagined what they'd do to him if they found him here. They'd tell everyone, drag him away and make him wish he'd never been born.
Well, a little late for that. He already wished he hadn't been born, at least not this way.
The teen had actually been inside the Lodge when he heard a voice, someone asking if anyone was there. He climbed to his feet and headed down to the entrance, opening the door to reveal a pretty girl a couple years older than him in... horrible condition. Johannes was behind her (as was a dog, sweet), offering her a bed and food. Help in general, really. "Come in." He said, stepping aside so that they could come through the door.
//Rosey sgsresg bae
welcome to Flintlock Lodge!
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
If you knew the way Gray feared being found by his blood family, you might be surprised to learn that no one had ever laid a hand on him. Surely they would have, if they'd known what he was. He'd imagined it many times, how they'd beat him and toss him out, probably in no condition to make it anywhere safe. He'd imagined what they'd do to him if they found him here. They'd tell everyone, drag him away and make him wish he'd never been born.
Well, a little late for that. He already wished he hadn't been born, at least not this way.
The teen had actually been inside the Lodge when he heard a voice, someone asking if anyone was there. He climbed to his feet and headed down to the entrance, opening the door to reveal a pretty girl a couple years older than him in... horrible condition. Johannes was behind her (as was a dog, sweet), offering her a bed and food. Help in general, really. "Come in." He said, stepping aside so that they could come through the door.
//Rosey sgsresg bae
welcome to Flintlock Lodge!
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
 Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 DETAILED IS STILL A BIG WIP
 Articulate; contemplative; efficient; driven; incisive; intelligent; meticulous; orderly; perceptive; practical; rational; self-sufficient; shrewd; vigilant; witty, enigmatic; frank; neutral; placid; private; reserved; restrained; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; morbid; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
Links:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
Re: how the hell do you stay in love?  o. joiner - rosey. - 08-02-2017
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]I JUST DON'T FEEL ALIVE â€â€Â
(( snuggles pyre ))
Liberty's attention is quickly on Johannes, her brown eyes wild with fear and adrenaline rushing through her body. He spoke, and she relaxed somewhat, but not enough to leave all of her guard behind. Thira seemed content, however, panting and laying down on all fours,ears perked and staring quizzically at Johannes. Liberty doesn't notice, at least not now, because she is too fixed on the stranger. She is cautious, wary, and she won't let herself die. Not here.
Suddenly, however, his hand is reaching out to her, and while it might've been seen as a helpful gesture to anyone else, she broke down at the sudden movement, tears filling her eyes again. "No! NO! Pl- ease I'm sorry, please don't- don't hurt me!" She let out a broken sob, eyes wide and hands moving to shakily cover her mouth. She couldn't breathe, and he was right, she was barely standing, but she tried to focus on Thira. Focus on her- what was she? A dog. She was golden, and she had honey-brown eyes, and soft fur. She was like a big teddy bear. Okay, good. Slowly, her body began to calm down, and she turned her attention back to Johannes about a minute or so after his words, because she needed to calm herself.
"I don't... I don't need any of that, I just.. Need to stay somewhere safe, even if it's just a few nights... I.. I can care for myself, and I have extensive medical knowledge- my mom taught me -um, I.. I'm not sure I actually know how to give myself stitches, I'd most likely pass out from the blood loss or the pain before I was even halfway through, but.. I can figure something out, I- I don't want to be too much trouble. I'm sorry." Shock is one hell of a drug. Liberty refuses to meet the gaze of her new hero, and another voice reaches her ears, one in the building at this point. Her gaze meets Gray, and she lifts a hand to wave shakily, despite being in pain and exhausted.
As Gray speaks, however, Thira gets up from her position on the ground, and jogs up to the door, attempting to lick Gray on the side a few times before hoping to nose past him, inside. Apparently, the dog had more common sense than Liberty. "Oh! Geez, I'm sorry, is she.. Is she allowed?" She glances at Johannes in question, but she can barely move and she is growing weak. Not being in immediate danger is calming her anxiety, and her exhaustion and blood loss is finally beginning to catch up with her.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 31ST]and i don't wanna live but i'm too scared to die â€â€Â✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio
fluent in english & armenian / loner
wish i could erase my memories â€â€Â✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
 liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8". her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes on her skin aside from bruises and the freckles on her face. her eyes are a deep doe brown, with subtle golden flecks throughout the iris. her hair is shoulder-length and is usually tied up, and is a very dark brown colour. she usually wears clothes for comfort, so most of her clothes are comfortable yet easy to move around in.
 injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side
so i could stop feeling so empty â€â€Â✧ personality
house tba / personality tba / faction tba / mbti tba / true neutral
 tba
i wish this shit wasn't so tempting â€â€Â✧ relationships & interaction
pansexual, leans towards guys / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no (known) siblings
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
medium physically / easy mentally / extensive medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]
Re: how the hell do you stay in love?  o. joiner - ashen - 08-02-2017
[table]
[/table]
[color=transparent]acrylicjohannes angelicus
.
Sinking fast,
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
Re: how the hell do you stay in love?  o. joiner - Gray - 08-02-2017
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
((snuggles back))
Gray bit his lip, frowning as she panicked as Johannes reached for her. "We're not gonna hurt you." He promised, trying to be reassuring but running out of things to say after that. The dog comes over to him, licking his side and Gray reaches down to pet her, but the canine already disappeared into the Lodge. He opened his mouth to say that the dog was fine, but Johannes beat him to the punch, assuring her that she was welcome to come in and mentioning the medics. "It's no trouble, come on." He jerked his head inwards.
//m u s e w h e r e d i d y o u g o
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
((snuggles back))
Gray bit his lip, frowning as she panicked as Johannes reached for her. "We're not gonna hurt you." He promised, trying to be reassuring but running out of things to say after that. The dog comes over to him, licking his side and Gray reaches down to pet her, but the canine already disappeared into the Lodge. He opened his mouth to say that the dog was fine, but Johannes beat him to the punch, assuring her that she was welcome to come in and mentioning the medics. "It's no trouble, come on." He jerked his head inwards.
//m u s e w h e r e d i d y o u g o
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
 Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Generally puts on a friendly front and cares for those around him, but still holds them at arms' length and is very hard to get close to. Very awkward when flirted with and doesn't really like it, but becomes quite flirty when drunk
Important Facts:
▪ In no way shows that he was born female, does everything possible to hide it (such as binding) and wears clothes meant for men. Without him stripping, it's pretty much impossible to tell that he isn't biologically male.
▪ Low-key history nut.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
 Gray is about medium height at 5'6", and very thin and lanky. He has gray eyes, and off-black hair cropped into an undercut. Under his left eye he has a beauty mark, and there are a few scars on his medium-brown skin, and there are more under the slate gray bandanna, hoodies and jeans the gangly teen tends to wear.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 DETAILED IS STILL A BIG WIP
 Articulate; contemplative; efficient; driven; incisive; intelligent; meticulous; orderly; perceptive; practical; rational; self-sufficient; shrewd; vigilant; witty, enigmatic; frank; neutral; placid; private; reserved; restrained; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; morbid; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
Links:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]