DONT WORRY ABOUT A THING .*- open

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;"]the day before, emmor had met a very interesting guy. this guy had been stuck in his head since he had returned, and now he just couldn't stop thinking. he had looked so.. different. he had had pale skin, green hair and eyebrows, and the brightest green eyes had seen in a person in a while. he just couldn't stop his brain from wandering- which was interesting, since normally it was just calm and quiet.

as a result of all this.. thinking, he had gone scavenging for paper and charcoal pencils and went off to an empty room so he could sketch out what he could remember. each line was meticulously placed, each shaded area blended carefully, each drawn eyelash drawn exactly how he remembered it. the cheek bones, chin, jawline, the almost crazed smile that had been present on the mans lips. once each like was placed, both a frontal and side view, he tore it from the sketch book and moved to the wall with a thumbtack, hanging up the picture and humming.

"where a two timin' jaybird met a miss divine O~.." he sang softly to himself, smirking under the metallic mask, talking his index finger on the nose of the drawn picture and moving back to admire it, humming.
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/03/18]GENERAL INFO —
→ Emmor | " Em / mor / morie " | masked guy
→ cisgender | male | he / him | it's very difficult to tell his gender
→ physically 22 y/o | mentally 20-25 y/o | may 25 | gemini
→ member of flintlock | joined mm-dd-yy
APPEARANCE —
→ 6'0 | 120 - 135 | feminine build
→ heterochromia, left eye is a very bright amber, right eye is a very intense greyish blue. his right eye is effected by coloboma, a birth defect that makes the pupil look like a key hole | diamond face shape, high and protruding cheek bones, pointed pixie like nose, small ears
→ curly white hair, often peaks out of his hood. bushy black eyebrows | very pale skin, almost considered albino
→ dylan forkest | ref
→ dresses so no skin is showing, always has good on over his cap | outfit
→ no scars | has a tattoo on the nape of his neck that says 'I want to live not just survive'
→ doesn't brush his hair, does bathe but only when he knows no one will see him.
→ voiceclaim: cole sprouse | example
→ terrible posture, always slouching | often makes motions with his hands to combat emotions or words, when he talks, his hands always move | has ok manners
PERSONALITY —
→ ISTJ | choleric | gryffindor | alignment
→ realist | ambivert
→ no psychological disorders
→ fears being hurt by someone he trusts / betrayal | his entire being is a secret | has few regrets
→ sometimes swears | has an extensive vocabulary | "no, i will not remove my mask."
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ unknown mother xx unknown father | unknown siblings | unknown father
→ single  | taken by __ | interested in relationships
→ homosexual | demiromantic
→ open to one night stands with men only | pm for romance / family plots
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reacts ok to physical contact of it's required. uncomfortable with unnecessary contact.
→ physically difficult (depending on the opponent) | mentally hard
→ uses a automatic rifle (one clip) | ok with hand to hand combat
→ attack in #B9AC8C | @ salem for quick reply
OTHER —
→ "speech"[/spoiler]

[skypher]

//IC oppinions

Welcome to the apocalypse. We got nut jobs, freak shows, and overall broken people as far as the eye could see. Chip himself was no exception to this, though he liked to think he still had a bit of humanity. At least more than this wackjob, anyways? The teenager took a few strides to the others side, raising a brow. The boy's honey brown eyes scanned the paper. A... noose. Someone... hanging from a noose... That's what he collected, anyways. Impressive. Chip blinked before turning up to the artist. Dang guy couldn't even show his face.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he raised a brow. This piece got some sort of existential meaning or somthin? he muttered, proposing a conversation. There was no reason to him to be a hermit any longer, to be fair. He's been asleep for too long. He cannot rest anymore. His lazy behavior finally caught up with him and now he's stuck being... he felt bile in his throat... social. Ew.

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]J is not welcome here in Flintlock. Benjamin hadn't been around personally when the whole shooting-Brendan-in-the-foot-and-taking-Dick-hostage thing went down, and he doesn't even actually know who J is, but he'd been told that he's one of the people he isn't to let past the borders, and that's enough for him to think of him as being some kind of bad person. Benjamin's a guy who's keen on following orders, and if he's been given an order to keep a specific person out, he's going to do that for the safety of this group. Of course, he's not aware who Emmor is currently drawing—he's not aware that there's actually a drawing at all, considering he's blind and all. All he hears is the sound of quiet singing under someone's breath, and he can detect a strangely soft undertone to the melody that piques his attention. Then, there's another voice he doesn't recognize, this one asking about something, and with a sigh, he decides to approach. Damn his curiosity. He strides over to stand a little ways behind Chip, thick eyebrows lifting slightly. "What's going on? Is there some kind of artwork, or something?"

[ short shitty post bc i'm just trying to get my damn activity up, sorry ]

[torquemada]

[align=center][div style="width: 460px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:9pt"]Ottawa is no artist. At the most he can draw an ant, or some really fucked up version of a beetle, and that's as far as his skills go. He can't determine what is good art and what isn't, because it all looks the same to him. He's indifferent to it, no matter how breathtaking or awe-inspiring someone else may find it. "Who is it?" He asks, coming up behind Chip and cautiously laying a heavy hand on his brother's shoulder. He's not so much interested in the drawing proudly tacked up onto the wall so much as he is the man before him. Emmor bears such a strange appearance, one that Ottawa can only describe as some kind of surreal monster. He looks like something that his overactive imagination would have thought up, and he would have dismissed Emmor as no more than a piece of distorted reality or overexaggerated fiction, had Benjamin and Chip not outright interacted with him.

Not to mention the metal mask that covers his face. It makes him wary, has his uninjured hand dropping to his side as if he's prepared to produce one of the various weapons haphazardly tossed into his pocket. There are so many questions he wants to ask, like who is this man, and why is his face covered, but some unspoken fear in the back of his head has him shutting his mouth tight, lips pressed into a tight frown. His grip on Chip's shoulder unintentionally tightens, bunching fabric underneath his fingers. "You an artist, or somethin'?"

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer approached from the sound of singing, and the sight of a crowd near the newest member drew her attention as she stepped forward. Like Benjamin, she had never actually seen J - but she had been described to as how he looked, and knowing what the former Flintlock prisoner had done made her blood boil. Nearing Benjamin, she gazed over the painting, not able to recognize it. Perhaps had there been color, there would be suspicions arising. But instead, she held her hands in pocket, nearing by Benjamin and eyes shifting down to look at the blind man, and then Ottawa. "It's a charcoal portrait, I'm pretty sure. Artwork." Greer confirmed. She herself made artwork, but hers was mediocre, cartoony, and she was incapable of using charcoal in such a way. "Is it ye?" She asked Emmor adding onto Ottawa's question, curiously tilting her head to look at him.

//ninja'd
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;"]as people began to arrive, his hands clasped together, and his covered face quickly became red. people were looking, judging, asking him questions about what he had drawn. his heart was practically beating out of his chest. "well.. no. i just-" he was cut of by more questions and he let out a frustrated breath. he didn't know how to respond so he was silent for a long moment. "no. it doesn't. it's just a drawing of a man i met. his name was J and he was.. magnificent. and to answer your question, no im not an artist. i just like to draw people i find interesting and.. handsome."
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/03/18]GENERAL INFO —
→ Emmor | " Em / mor / morie " | masked guy
→ cisgender | male | he / him | it's very difficult to tell his gender
→ physically 22 y/o | mentally 20-25 y/o | may 25 | gemini
→ member of flintlock | joined mm-dd-yy
APPEARANCE —
→ 6'0 | 120 - 135 | feminine build
→ heterochromia, left eye is a very bright amber, right eye is a very intense greyish blue. his right eye is effected by coloboma, a birth defect that makes the pupil look like a key hole | diamond face shape, high and protruding cheek bones, pointed pixie like nose, small ears
→ curly white hair, often peaks out of his hood. bushy black eyebrows | very pale skin, almost considered albino
→ dylan forkest | ref
→ dresses so no skin is showing, always has good on over his cap | outfit
→ no scars | has a tattoo on the nape of his neck that says 'I want to live not just survive'
→ doesn't brush his hair, does bathe but only when he knows no one will see him.
→ voiceclaim: cole sprouse | example
→ terrible posture, always slouching | often makes motions with his hands to combat emotions or words, when he talks, his hands always move | has ok manners
PERSONALITY —
→ ISTJ | choleric | gryffindor | alignment
→ realist | ambivert
→ no psychological disorders
→ fears being hurt by someone he trusts / betrayal | his entire being is a secret | has few regrets
→ sometimes swears | has an extensive vocabulary | "no, i will not remove my mask."
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ unknown mother xx unknown father | unknown siblings | unknown father
→ single  | taken by __ | interested in relationships
→ homosexual | demiromantic
→ open to one night stands with men only | pm for romance / family plots
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reacts ok to physical contact of it's required. uncomfortable with unnecessary contact.
→ physically difficult (depending on the opponent) | mentally hard
→ uses a automatic rifle (one clip) | ok with hand to hand combat
→ attack in #B9AC8C | @ salem for quick reply
OTHER —
→ "speech"[/spoiler]

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]As Greer explains that the artwork hanging before the small group is a charcoal drawing, Benjamin tilts his head a little to the left, interest showing clearly in his facial expression despite his inability to actually see the piece itself. However, that expression quickly morphs to vague concern as Emmor explains his drawing and who the subject actually is—J, he'd said. Did he mean J or Jay? He should probably ask, considering this is his job as of right now. He has to protect Flintlock while Johannes isn't here, and that includes making sure that a dangerous man isn't out there lurking like some creep ready to shoot more children. "Uh... Do you mean J as in the letter J? Or like a blue jay?" the raven-haired teenager asks quietly, not at all bothering to comment on the artwork until he can figure out if this guy was lurking around their borders or not. He lifts one thick eyebrow from its place furrowed down to hood his eyes, and he decides to elaborate, just in case that's not enough. "Is he tall? With green hair? Uh," he struggles briefly to remember more features that Johannes had told him, and he shifts from foot to foot, clearing his throat as he finds one more hidden in the back of his mind, "—with a really big smile?" There's a moment's pause, and then he shrugs, just a little. "Because that guy is dangerous. I just want to make sure he's not who you're talking about, because I was told not to let him into Flintlock if he tries to come around here."