there are storms we cannot weather -- open, joining

[Shiloh !]

//Tw for death

Shiloh couldn't look, she didn't even know why she was out here in the snow in the first place. Somehow she knew that she had to be here, she had to see this frightening seen even though it triggered flashbacks of her own that she never wanted to deal with.

Mom, bloody and lifeless...


Dad, stabbed 3 times in the chest...


She shook away these thiughts and approavhed the woman, trying not to look at the dead body. "Please...Please stop. It doesn't do any good." She help back tears that felt like freezing cold icicles in the corners of her eyes.

[Gray]

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GRAYSON HANSON
Sixteen & Trans Male & Residing in Flintlock Lodge
❝and ever since seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe❞

//TW for talking about death, both in response to the op and in Gray's past

Gray was someone who had encountered a great number of hardships in his life, each of them shaping him in various ways. None of them had been more impactful or traumatic than his mother's death. She'd been gone for a few days, and upon her return had hid him in her closet. Moments later two men came in demanding payment; when she couldn't give them anything, they shot her.

It still haunted him to this day. The nightmares kept him from sleeping at night, so he had to do it in the morning when the sun rose. He had nyctophobia and claustrophobia from the event, things that were only made worse when they were trapped underground for a week. There were other effects too, losing the person you loved and trusted most in the world hurt you in a number of ways, some you might not even be able to identify.

Gray had stepped out of the lodge to try and see how severe the storm was, to try and get a sense for when it would be over and when he'd be able to depart. He hadn't expected to hear a woman's agonized screams for her mother. He wasn't really dressed to be going out in the weather, but the urgency of her cries sent him out into the snow, where Shiloh was already trying to intervene.

There was an older woman, lying in the snow, a younger one clinging to her body and begging her to come back. He reached out and touched her shoulder. "It's too late!" He said it loudly, hoping to be heard over the howling wind. "Come on, you need to come inside - come on, I won't leave her out here." He could hardly look at the corpse, but he'd bring it somewhere sheltered so that there could be a proper burial, a proper good bye.

[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 12/08]General — biograhpy
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
[size=7pt]— Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 16 years, 10 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Member of the Moorland Riders | Residing in Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge

Physical — reference
♦ 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, which has recently been cut a bit closer to the scalp than normal. 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. There are three pierces in his right ear, two in his lobe and one in the cartilage.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info — roleplayer
▪ 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.
▪ Has a blue pit bull puppy named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — personality type
— 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; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; judgmental; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive

Relationships — heartchart
▪ Val x Summer Rivendare | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | One crush
▪ ½ Graux | ½ Torrson
▪ 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

Interaction — plotting thread
— Medium Physically | Hard mentally
— Still in training
— Prefers to fight with a machete, but can go hand-to-hand
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
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[HAYLEY]

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this was the tragedy of their home. plenty made it safely to the lodge, warmed by the fire and a hot cup of tea, but others weren't lucky. others lost their fight with the cold, left frozen and alone in the darkness. as hayley approached the group, she felt her face flush. what if this had been her, had been evan or shiloh or any of the strangers that were becoming friends? what if one of them had perished out there? her stomach twisted at the sight, and she shuffled closer, unzipping her own coat and shrugging it off. she stayed a few steps back, not wanting to crowd the young girl, but offering it out with one hand, the other pressing against her stomach, suddenly feeling protective over her baby at the sight of a deceased mother.

❝do you have a name, sweetheart?❞ she asked, voice loud but tone gentle, a maternal concern in her eyes as she peered at the woman, who wasn't much younger than herself. ❝i'm hayley.❞ she was sure this was overwhelming for the young woman, and she could only hope that she'd be able to cope until they could get her somewhere indoors and warm.

[spoiler=「 high water and a devils daughter 」 — 12.09.2018]
NAME hayley chase.
  — hayley, hay.
  — no middle name.
AGE twenty-three.
  — born 04.01.2015.
  — ages real time.
  — pregnancy progresses double time.
ALLEGIANCE member of flintlock lodge
  — formerly a loner.
GENDER female.
  — cisgender.
  — female pronouns.


FACELCLAIM phoebe tonkin.
  — voice claim.
  — six feet tall, hayley possesses a naturally scrawny figure from childhood malnourishment and even as an adult, she rarely gets proper nutrition. she has a mane of brunette hair with natural caramel highlights among the waves, falling halfway down her back, though her hair is typically put into a ponytail or a bun when outdoors, while left down while inside. her skin is a warm, olive tone, and her eyes are an almond shaped hazel. she has pretty, angular features and a charming smile when she chooses to show it.
  — eighteen weeks pregnant reference.
HEALTH 95%.
  — slightly fatigued and overall stressed about her pregnancy, but otherwise healthy.

please note that the way hayley acts depends on who you are, and different people will receive different traits from her.
POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, bright, broad-minded, capable, careful, caring, charming, clever, considerate, courteous, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, disciplined, dynamic, efficient, fair, flexible, focused, generous, hard-working, helpful, honest, independent, innovative, intuitive, liberal, organized, perceptive, persistent, persuasive, practical, protective, rational, reliable, resourceful, responsible, versatile, well-read.
NEGATIVE TRAITS abrasive, aggressive, blunt, callous, calculating, caustic, cold, coarse, compulsive, cunning, detached, fixed, harsh, hostile, impatient, intolerant, judgmental, opinionated, over critical, prejudiced, stubborn, tense, vindictive, withdrawn.

STATUS single.
  — bisexual, no preference.
  — unnamed man, father of her child.
  — no interests.
  — not particularly looking.
LOCAL RELATIVES her unborn child.
  — parents unknown.
  — siblings unknown.
  — pregnant with her first child.

BATTLE TAGS tag when interacting, bold #814638 interaction/attack.
  — 8/10 physically.
  — 8/10 mentally.
  — typically carries a shotgun.
  — peaceful powerplay allowed, may not always be well received.
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[eclecticism]

“ THE MOST TENDER PLACE IN MY HEART ”
evan — she,her — flintlock lodge — — [url=http://]tags

/more death tw; also slight mentions of alcoholism and mentions of suicide

evan froze at the sight of the body. the body. that used to be a human being. were they not anymore? god, she didn't want to answer that. she had faced that question so many times prior to this. never had she answered it. not once. she refused to say that death made someone not exist, but she also could not allow herself the delusion of otherwise. she could not believe that her dead lives were still here.

she hadn't gotten tk see calvin's body. he had meant well. he really had. but that hadn't been enough when he succumbed to his amber liquid time and time again. and eventually it had been the death of him. she hadn't gone to his funeral either. she had had to stay home and watch her younger siblings.

and then elizabeth. her other mother. mira and elizabeth had split up when she was very young, but that didn't mean the fingers of bitterness hadn't clawed at the family. elizabeth had remarried, a woman named thalia. and she was happy. until thalia left her. elizabeth didn't survive the year, they found her in bed with a bottle of pills.

evan had seen that body.

mira hadn't even left a body. just packed up and left in her endless search for a fix. evan didn't even have it left in her heart to be angry. mira was just as dead as the rest of them.

but that wasn't important now, she started as she cane back to the present. she couldn't bring herself to say anything, eyes distant as she stood beside Gray. she needed to go inside. she needed to stay away from this. but she couldn't just leave this woman here.

                                                     

[Scarecrow]

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