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MEETING 7/29

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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
• 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
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• ACCESSORIES, SHORTER 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.
• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.

• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
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• 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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Gray
Posts:854
#2
07-30-2017, 08:52 PM
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If Gray could see the smudges on Johannes' mouth from where he stood in the back of the room, there was no doubt he'd be grinning. But the youth couldn't see it, so he merely watched and listened with his arms crossed. There was going to be a trading expedition down to St Peters - alright, he might tag along for that - and the mineshaft was going to need work. Joh was gonna be forming a council - cool, not really something he cared about. If age and experience were what Johannes was looking for in a consul, Gray would be the last name on the list. No promotions or demotions, so nothing to be exited or saddened by there. They were still low on supplies, but they'd survive. "Noted." The teen muttered.
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▪ 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 | 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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NARIN
Posts:62
#3
07-31-2017, 09:18 PM
NARIN LUNA
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MISERABLE MORNINGS. NEVERENDING NIGHTS
narin luna ; she/her ; 33y ; 5'3
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ajdawny
Posts:3,264
#4
08-01-2017, 04:22 AM
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DREW ALISTER . 
[div style="width:500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; color: black; opacity: .8; line-spacing: 1px; font-family: times"]Woo meetings, but if it wasn't an announcement on his sentence being lifted, Drew wasn't particularly interested. 'Noted sir." He said, not quite paying full attention. He clicked his heels half heartedly, and offered half a salute. God he sort of just wanted to leave now... but he sort of had a job to do. Make sure Arlo didn't get himself killed... though he supposed he'd failed it already, most of St Peters having think he'd died or vanished, and under Drew's watch. Whoops.

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MEETING 7/29
ashen
Posts:5,064
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07-30-2017, 03:52 AM

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johannes angelicus
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"All right, listen up." He wasn't in a good mood. Luckily, it was not the fault of anyone here--except maybe Gray, since the dictator still had pink smudges all over his goddamn mouth, thanks to that marker-- but he wasn't in the mood to mince words or procrastinate. This whole business with Katja was stressful, sure, but he could handle it. He had to. There was too much to do here. He wasn't feeling completely like himself lately, but that was...fine. He felt less nervous, for one thing--which was good.
"Last week, I mentioned trading with St. Peters, under their new legislator. We will be organizing an expedition down there, and I don't care who comes along, but we need at least three people. If any of your dogs are--actually trained, having one along would be preferable. There have been more bandits lately." He glanced down, perfunctorily, at his notes, but his voice, cold and plain, didn't stammer. "We cleared out the old mineshaft's entrance a few months ago. That's good, but it's been sitting stagnant. We're all going to work on making sure the interior is stable, block off the tunnel where it gets dangerous, and clean it up--we're going to use it to keep a supply in case this place burns to the ground." He knew there was some risk involved in elaborating. A spy from the Badlands could easily use this to their advantage, but he needed their group to know his plans--they could take care of any malice.

"Lastly, I realize I'm not the most practiced here, nor the eldest. Which is why I'm going to reinstate a....council, of sorts. Not now. I need to know who here can actually provide counsel. As always, your feedback is...appreciated." He gave a small smile, though it wasn't exactly encouraging. "No promotions or demotions today. You're all doing fine. Just keep it up. We're low on our fresh supplies, we won't starve, but this trading expedition is going to happen soon. We need to start growing more, and St. Peters should have what we need to do that."
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

We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
First meeting, least with the new group. She should write this shit down or something; mark it on a calendar. Sadly she had no idea what day it was, so she couldn't exactly do that.

The woman stood in the middle of the crowd, but still had to lean on her tiptoes to actually see. She could go trading with the group to St. Peters, but she'd have to see if any invitation was extended to her. She couldn't really blame them if they didn't want her tagging along since she'd only gotten her a few days ago.

"Got it." Narin said, her voice bold and clear. She was used to more militaristic standards, so the idea of not shouting out her understanding was foreign and wrong to her.
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