08-28-2017, 12:54 AM
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
The first person to approach his meet and greet was Johannes, who said nothing and just kind of... stood there. Awkwardly. Gray tugged at one of his earrings, hoping that something would break the silence.
Sure enough, something did. Someone. Darling. The other was quite a few years older than him and a few inches shorter, with a lot more energy and imagination. "Uh," he had no idea what to say to Darling's... story. He'd said things could be superficial or brief, but he'd expected people to be honest. Or at least say things based in reality. "That's... something." He really didn't know what to say to them.
It would seem like he hated half of the population of the Flintlock Lodge, but in truth Gray didn't hate anyone here. Sure, there were several people he disliked, but hate? No. Not even Jack. "Really, old man? No fascinating stories about your exploits?" He tried to say it in a joking tone, but it sort of... fell flat.
The next person that spoke up was someone Gray hadn't actually met yet, who spent part of the meet and greet reading a book instead of talking to people. Honestly... Fair enough. He couldn't judge because in other circumstances he might do the same. It took Gray a second to realize that "Twelve" was his name, and they weren't rattling off random numbers. Jesus, so many number names, not that it really mattered that much. "Books are great."
The sound of a cane hitting the ground marked the arrival of the youngest (as far as Gray could tell) member of the Flintlock Lodge, the malnourished child Aris. He didn't say much, only his name and two things he liked, but most people hadn't been especially forthcoming with information about them, which was fair. "Those are nice things." Gray said, though he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a proper hug.
Gray and Hux probably could be friends, if they set aside their prejudices and walls and actually talked. Both came from shitty families, were lonely and they were the same age as well. But neither were friendly, so it would take time, if it ever happened. "Oh." And he hadn't known how to respond to Darling. This was... next level "what the fuck do I say".
Now Johannes was speaking, though it was a stuttering mess. Things with Johannes usually were, though, so it wasn't surprising. Actually, the only new piece of information to Gray was that he'd been there for ten years, everything else was something that he already knew.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
The first person to approach his meet and greet was Johannes, who said nothing and just kind of... stood there. Awkwardly. Gray tugged at one of his earrings, hoping that something would break the silence.
Sure enough, something did. Someone. Darling. The other was quite a few years older than him and a few inches shorter, with a lot more energy and imagination. "Uh," he had no idea what to say to Darling's... story. He'd said things could be superficial or brief, but he'd expected people to be honest. Or at least say things based in reality. "That's... something." He really didn't know what to say to them.
It would seem like he hated half of the population of the Flintlock Lodge, but in truth Gray didn't hate anyone here. Sure, there were several people he disliked, but hate? No. Not even Jack. "Really, old man? No fascinating stories about your exploits?" He tried to say it in a joking tone, but it sort of... fell flat.
The next person that spoke up was someone Gray hadn't actually met yet, who spent part of the meet and greet reading a book instead of talking to people. Honestly... Fair enough. He couldn't judge because in other circumstances he might do the same. It took Gray a second to realize that "Twelve" was his name, and they weren't rattling off random numbers. Jesus, so many number names, not that it really mattered that much. "Books are great."
The sound of a cane hitting the ground marked the arrival of the youngest (as far as Gray could tell) member of the Flintlock Lodge, the malnourished child Aris. He didn't say much, only his name and two things he liked, but most people hadn't been especially forthcoming with information about them, which was fair. "Those are nice things." Gray said, though he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a proper hug.
Gray and Hux probably could be friends, if they set aside their prejudices and walls and actually talked. Both came from shitty families, were lonely and they were the same age as well. But neither were friendly, so it would take time, if it ever happened. "Oh." And he hadn't known how to respond to Darling. This was... next level "what the fuck do I say".
Now Johannes was speaking, though it was a stuttering mess. Things with Johannes usually were, though, so it wasn't surprising. Actually, the only new piece of information to Gray was that he'd been there for ten years, everything else was something that he already knew.
▪ 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
▪ Provider 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:
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