don't you tell me what you think that i can be / OPEN, SPAR?

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gilbert's hand, freshly wrapped where a bullet had gone through it, gripped tightly to his other hand that held the bat. His teeth ground together, though lips closed tightly around them, tugged down into a frown. The more he thought of The Badlands, the angrier he got. "If I really wanted to kill your sister or your friend or even you, none of you would be breathing still." That threat had stuck with him. He knew, Dylan was dead - but the threat stuck with him. He needed to be stronger, for Flintlock Lodge. That was why his knuckles were bruised, while his body ached with soreness every time he went to sleep, if he went to sleep. But truth was, Gilbert couldn't sleep. Sometimes he stayed up, staring at the wall just waiting to race and defend, fingers coiled around his gun. Other times, he just wandered the borders after arguing with Greer, telling her he had to go, telling her he was allowed to help keep the Lodge safe.

Sometimes, he tried to hold back his urges to be stronger. Sheogorath's sinister smile always appeared when Gilbert waltzed around, angry, violent, toughened up - Sheogorath wanted Gilbert to be so bitter and aggressive, as far as Gilbert perceived. Yet, there was one thing he decided. Peace had become useless to him. He would fight, not because it was right, but because he had to. So, Gilbert stepped into the main room, chest puffed out bravely.

"Anyone wanna spar?"
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;"]emmor couldn't remember the last time he had sparred. he believed it was when he was fifteen and had gotten punched by that little shit carlo, who he still considered his arch nemesis. when green asked for a spar, he had to think for a long while. did he want to try and fight someone who was smaller than him, and who he could possibly break with a single touch? not really. i wouldc but i'm afraid i'd break you."
[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]

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gilbert's frown shifted into fury.

"I've stabbed a man, in his stomach. And if you can't control the amount of damage you give to someone, maybe you shouldn't spar with anyone. Maybe you should work on controlling yourself." The ten-year-old wasn't weak. He raised his knuckles, those bandaged things, and then, after showing the fist, he'd knock it against the side of his head that was so severely scraped up. "I bet I have more scars than you do, under that mask of yours. And even if not, I'm not fucking glass. I can take a few punches, I've felt more than my fair share of pain. At least squeeze my hand, see if I'm as breakable as you think." Voice challenging, he held up his hand with the bandage around it. The hand hurt from touch, but he wouldn't show a single damn ounce of pain. He just wanted to prove his point, he didn't want people to look down on him just for his age and size.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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