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ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER BAD POEM [open, start of the prank war]

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And, as expected, Johannes gave a pretty soft answer to the idea of punishing Gray. He rolled his eyes, but his expression changed to say "what the fuck" when Soldier mentioned ink poisoning. "Not likely, otherwise I think the Chief and Drew would have gotten it. Narin too." Her more likely, since she'd been drawing all over her body. Still, everyone did that and he'd never heard of it.

Then Moksha arrived and tried to slap Jack. While some part of Gray couldn't help but feel satisfied, he hardly thought it was actually going to solve anything. He wouldn't be surprised if it led to a fistfight. His money would be on Moka on size alone, to be completely honest, though Jack was a vet. "It was a prank, Moksha. No need to resort to violence." This coming from him. Ha.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/18/17]General:
▪ 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, 7 months | 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]

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————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
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MOKSHA.
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#12
08-25-2017, 03:54 AM
[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha gave a sneer, "Moksha, don't hit people," he said in an irritated tone, "I know my own strength, idiots," he sneered, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at J. "You have bigger problems to worry about other than me giving someone a thump in the head, Dickhead," he pointed out simply, giving a sigh and pulling out a pack of wipes from his pocket. He'd gotten into the habit of grabbing any soap he found to make wipes out of them with old dried out ones. Soak them in a bit of soapy water and they were just like new. "Gray, what kind of marker did you use, eh? I swear if that's permanent I'll give you a good smack too," he scolded, suddenly seeming to switch gears unlike he'd ever done here before. He handed the pack of wipes to J, "See if these'll work."

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ashen
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#13
08-25-2017, 11:35 PM

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[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.3;;"][align=center]WHEN PREMISE EXPLODES AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SHAKE
[sup]played by firebird— updated 7/15/2017; everything added — links?[/sup]
• JOHANNES ANGELICUS || JOH/JOE (yo or jo pronounced)
• agender (he/him) / ace and greyromantic / single
• 28 && ages whenever i feel like it
• If you have any tropes or something, they go here??

• Generation _1_ / Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus / parents deceased / Katja Angelicus (older sister) | Aida Angelicus (niece)
• Dictator of Flintlock Lodge
• No romantic relationships
• Friends with Rudolf, Rivals with Moksha
• Johannes is asocial and has a hard time chatting; though he doesn't dislike people exactly, he's anxious in conversation and has an anxious stammer. It's easy to knock him off balance. However he is rather placating in conversation and tends to just listen and agree.

• link to biography
• link to pinterest board
• link to playlist
• if you have any other links, put them here??

• HUMAN  | HEALTH: 90/100
• APPEARANCE: Johannes is 5'9'' and is built thick. He is stocky and looks fairly burly. He has a strong brow and most often is glaring or at least not smiling. He does have a few scars, but they aren't anything particularly noticeable.
• ACCESSORIES: He's always wearing as much clothing as possible. He likes the cold, but he's not fond of showing skin or being exposed in anyway.
• INJURIES: dogbite scar on left leg. No other prominent injuries at the time.

• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci.
• ANY DEVELOPING TRAITS OR INFORMATION GO HERE?? SMALL PARAGRAPH.
ran from his sister at 14 when she poisoned their parents, who were starving them
has pervasive developmental disorder

• 85/100 PHYSICAL | 60/100 MENTAL | 80/100 POWER DEFENSE | 65/100 P. OFFENSE
• Difficulty is determined on a basis of skill, with an opponent of the same size and life experience, and without the use of powers. Will obviously fluctuate with different opponents.
• STR: 9/10  PER:8/10 END: 9/10  CHR: 5/10 INT: 7/10  AGL: 6/10 LCK: 5/10 FOR OPPONENT OF SAME SIZE
• Talk more about this skills here.
• Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed. AND ANY ATTACK NOTES.

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ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER BAD POEM [open, start of the prank war]
Gray
Posts:854
#11
08-24-2017, 04:46 PM
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
johannes angelicus
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Johannes turned pink--Moksha's retort had the effect of making him feel like an idiot. Which, granted, was more his fault than Johannes'. Oh well. "J, use the wipes, they'll probably work." He hoped. He felt. Well, okay. He could relate to J now--being called dickhead was--well, it wasn't--it wasn't good. He never wanted to hear that word. Ever. Again. Eugh. His skin was crawling, and--that was it, he was done in here. The dictator backed himself out of the room, turning once he wa in the doorway, and made a prompt exit. He needed a distraction from this pettiness.
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
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