ROADKILL  p, soldier 76 - A. HUX - 08-24-2017
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Hux had always been taught to admire army men. While his Father had been a massive asshole, he had taught him a couple of useful lessons, and although he had tried to block out all the negative stuff his Father had said - "So useless. So weak and insignificant. You're a failure, Armitage." - he had absorbed pretty much everything Brendol had said. So, when he had been welcomed by a man who went by Soldier, he had been understandably curious.
He was standing outside of what he understood to be Jack's room, shifting from foot to foot almost nervously. He wanted to ask the other questions, but... God, what if this Jack person turned out to be just as bad as Brendol? He couldn't risk it. He took a shaking breath and cloaed his eyes, shaking his head and mumbling softly, "This was a bad idea.." He then turned and went to go, hands trembling.
[member=3556]SOLDIER 76[/member]
・゚★ ☾ 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="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]jack had been trained extensively in many things- such as hearing the softest noise, seeing the tiniest movement, feeling the tiniest touch.. he was practically a super soldier. when he heard the soft voice of hux, he would rush to the door and open it. "hey kiddo. is something wrong? do i need to beat someone up for you? is someone calling you soulless because you're ginger, 'cause i'll cut their dicks off for you."
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Hux jumped and squeaked loudly as the door suddenly opened, and with wide fearful eyes, he punched at Jack... Which was a bad idea, since, well, Armi wasn't a very strong boy, and Jack's chest was way too solid, so all he succeeded in doing was hurting his hand. He squeaked and pulling his hand back to his chest, biting his lip and looking down. He said quietly, shifting and looking up at the other through his hair, red bangs in his eyes, "You don't need to beat anybody up. And n-no one has ever said that. Please don't mutilate anyone. Just... It's not anything important."
・゚★ ☾ 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="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]he blinked at the little punch and let out a chuckle. "hey, kid, you can talk to me. the most unimportant things can become important if they're big enough."
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]"I'm just... My Father.. I mean, Brendol. He.. he taught me a lot about the military, and I always thought that the arm was so interesting, and I mean.. you're a soldier, so I thought you might share some stories for me..." He said, glancing down at his feet still, not wanting to meet Jack's gaze.
・゚★ ☾ 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="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]he blinked and smiled slightly. "yeah. i was in the military right about.. seventeen years ago? before things started to really fall apart?" he said, letting the boy inside and rubbing him face with one hand. "i'll have to think of some stories that are appropriate.."
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]"Brendol was in the military too, but he... Never quite lost his edge." Armitage mumbled softly as he stepped into the other's room. He said quietly as he looked around curiously, his glasses still slightly bloody and one of the lenses was cracked - it was clear he hadn't really know how to clean himself up, "And if you think stories wouldn't be appropriate because of violence... You don't really need to."
・゚★ ☾ 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="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]he blinked. "no, just some involve some really serious shit." he explained, thinking a moment. "how old are you exactly?"
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]"I'm fifteen." He said with a little frown as he tucked his arms behind his back, looking up at Soldier and tilting his head, "But I've always acted older."
・゚★ ☾ 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="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]he nodded. "ok.. ok i'm got one! one day, gabriel and i- gabriel is that big guy that wears a shit ton of black- were playing strip poker. we were both down to our boxers and socks when the alarm suddenly started going off. he threw back on our clothes, ran outside.. and we had just missed the fight! the entire damn thing!" he said. "we had three prisoners and gabriel and i were put on bathroom duty.. we never actually thought that they made you clean the bathroom with toothbrushes.."