WONDER — MASS MEET & GREET

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]Okay, so it's come to Benjamin's attention that he doesn't know a lot of the people in Flintlock right now. He knows names, but he hardly knows people by anything more than that. Everyone is basically a stranger except for Peter and Greer, maybe, and that's... Not all that great. He's supposed to be leading this place, right? He has to know the people he's leading over, or else he's not exactly that great of a leader. So, here he sits in the cafeteria after having called a little meeting together, one leg bouncing lightly as he waits for people to sit down at the tables to mingle and whatnot. His own expression looks kind of sullen, because he's feeling a little anxious about meeting a bunch of people at one time, but hey, he's got to. As people start flooding in and sitting down, he waits for them to settle before straightening his back and clearing his throat. "Okay. So. This is a meet and greet—I'd like as many people to participate as possible. We're just going to go down the line and, uh... I guess say stuff about ourselves. Say as much or as little as you want, but try and say something." He doesn't want people only giving their names, after all. "I guess I'll start." There's a bit of some awkward shifting, and then Benjamin shrugs, turning his sightless eyes to the table. "I'm Benjamin Fletcher. I'm, uh... I just turned eighteen recently, on February thirteenth. I've been here since, like... Somewhere in the middle of December? So under four months, but an okay amount of time to think of this place as my home." He shifts, then continues. "I don't actually have very many friends despite being here for a while, but Peter's my, um. My boyfriend, so that's—yeah." Cue the blush, but he rubs at it and just keeps going. "I'm an Ace of Combat, even though I'm blind, but of course I'm trying to play leader with the other Aces while Johannes is sick. I, uh... My favorite thing to do is read, I love dogs a lot, and my favorite color is—was—anything to do with monochrome. Black, grey, white. Ironic, I know," he chuckles softly, before deciding to end it there. Seemed long enough. "That's about all I've got. Who's next?"

[ this is so shit BUT PLS POST IN THIS THREAD I'D APPRECIATE IT! ]

[torquemada]

[align=center][div style="width: 460px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:9pt"]Unlike Benjamin, Ottawa is perfectly fine with not knowing who anyone is. He doesn't plan to interact with half of them, so what's the point of learning their names? Or, that's what he'd told himself, but it's kind of hard to avoid everybody when he hates to be alone. Not to mention he's always in someone's company, whether he likes it or not—Ottawa thinks the only time he's come close to being by himself for more than a few minutes had been the few hours he spent in bed, nursing a hangover and amputated finger. He can't explain why, but the thought of people knowing more than just his name makes him... uneasy, for some indiscernible reason, but when Benjamin speaks, he decides that just giving out his name won't exactly be enough. He folds his arms, careful to avoid messing up the bandages on his hand, and a moment or two after Benjamin is finished introducing himself, he pipes up. "I'm Ottawa," he introduces quietly. Somebody clears their throat. "Uh..." What redeeming qualities does he have? He hardly even remembers how old he is. What can he tell these people? "I'm, uh, thirty... I think. Some—Somewhere around there. Been here about a, uh, month." He doesn't think there's much else he can say, without delving into what he deems to be too personal. "...I like cats." He punctuates his sentence with a shrug, looking back towards Benjamin with some unsure expression, even if the Ace can't see it, like he expects him to decide if that's good enough.

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt;"]emmor was a very closed off and reserved person. he wore a mask as a way to hide, and he really didn't intend on sharing much. "my name is emmor.. im 22, and.. thats all im comfortable sharing." he mumbled.

/oof this is so bad and im sorry haha
[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]

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Greer stepped closer, brows furrowed a bit, sitting down, she tapped her fingers into her hat as she pondered what the meeting was about, and she couldn't help but worry. However, relief flooded in as she head the innocence of it, and she felt amusement in her as he spoke of Peter. Though she didn't really see the purpose of romance or the like, she thought it was entertaining how nervous Benjamin was about something so blatantly obvious. But that was probably rude, so she resisted the urge to smile with ease. Gilbert hadn't wanted to come, so it was just herself - she needed to stay in line.

Instead, she observed the others. Ottawa was a stranger, so she listened with interest as he spoke. He kept his words short, as did Emmor, who had recently joined. She'd have to remember Ottawa liked cats, could come in handy. She quickly blinked though upon realizing she was next in line, and for a moment, she stood up as if about to leave, but by that time Emmor already finished talking. She cleared her throat, sitting back down.

"I'm Greer Irving - I've been here probably since sometime in September. I'm Gilbert's sister." She rubbed her chin a little. "I'm turning nineteen soon." She was really a teenager, she was turning sixteen in five days, but she didn't like being restricted because of age. She was just as capable of taking care of herself as anyone else - she was if anything more capable. She'd defended people here, pointed guns at enemies, she'd raised her far younger brother with nothing but logic and brief information since she was nine. Like hell would she be told she couldn't do something over age. "I can help with stuff, so if ye need something, just come ta me." That was all she had to say, glancing down now as she began to fidget over her beanie.



[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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