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[bxhemia]

･ﾟ✧  neverwinter, rockport, his grandfather, his parents. all far behind him, lost to an endless line of train tracks stretching behind him and into the horizon. angus was not a dull boy, his actions were all purposeful and thought out, each one bringing him a step closer to an end goal. what that goal was, angus didn't quite know. all that mattered for now was escaping neverwinter, and the harsh grip of it's government-run orphanage. angus had seen many boys walk into that institution. he'd only ever seen a handful walk out for good, and even then it was usually because they'd been picked up by some greasy rich family, made to work their lives away from the age of eleven. no, that sort of life just wasn't right for the world's greatest detective.

so, when his parents had met their untimely end by unknown circumstances, angus had run, booked a ticket on the next train to rockport in search of the only relative he knew of; his grandfather. had his grandfather still been alive, angus might have stayed with him until he was old enough to enroll in adult school, but his parents had failed to tell the boy of his grandfather's passing, perhaps out of mercy for his feelings. lot of good that did, he'd thought at the time, standing over his grandfathers grave and running a hand over the set of his prized silverware, left in immaculate condition, albeit a little dusty, after his passing. angus hadn't spent much time in rockport after hearing of the old man's passing, almost immediately booking a train ticket for the next morning. he'd never heard of the location, it was some rural outpost in one of the trading districts. angus figured that he didn't much care where he ended up, so long as it had a decent library.

which brought him to where he was now, in a dusty train station at the edge of a dusty old rural town. there was no one around that angus could see, and the windows and doors of most nearby buildings looked to be boarded up. for the first time on his journey away from home, the boy felt the smallest hint of fear balling in the pit of his stomach. he didn't know this place, not like he knew the bustling city of neverwinter or the calm industrial town of rockport. this place was unchartered territory for angus. he knew nothing about the town or it's people, and for the boy who knew everything? that was terrifying. he almost wanted  to run back to the train, it hadn't yet departed and it would be so easy to get back to neverwinter. but he'd already come this far, and angus mcdonald did not plan on running away just because he was a little scared.

so he started walking, both dreading and hoping to meet someone as he went.

[spoiler=tags :: updated 9/10]basics.
✯ angus mcdonald // ango
✯ afab transboy // he/him
✯ eight years old
✯ trainee of northstar district
✯ world's greatest detective

appearance.
✯ human boy [ref]
✯ cinnamon-brown skin tone and dark curly hair
✯ large caramel colored eyes and dark freckles
✯ wears a blue-toned school uniform with a red bow tie and a blue feathered fedora
✯ wears large circular glasses and carries around a bag of books and various fake magic tricks
✯ speaks with a slight lisp, uses fancy words

relationships.
✯ no current best friend
✯ raised by his grandfather
✯ first gen npc x npc
✯ biromantic // asexual
✯ single // no crushes

interaction.
✯ storage // plot
✯ easy physically // extreme mentally
✯ attack in #5A6F9A[/spoiler]

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay spent more time than he wanted patrolling the fencing. It wasn't his job, that was the defense ranks jobs, he should be back scavenging and stocking up, keeping track of that kind of stuff, but nobody had been promoted up yet, and Advay thought; he insisted to himself, that the safety of the group was more important than knowing whether they had ten toothbrushes or nine. Sadly. God, it hurt his soul to be two full days off from neeing to update his stock records. So much food could be gone and he wouldn't know it.

Slipping around the side of one of their fences, where the construction was still being made to strengthen them, he paused as he saw a kid walking around. "Hey," he called out, swallowing hard. "D-drop your w-weapons! W-what's yo-your name and b-business here?" The taller, older man began to approach, his six foot something height turned into bulk by how many layers he had. Honestly, he was as skinny and weak as a twig. His three dogs, a Samoyed, Husky, and Chow, followed after him, staring suspiciously at Angus.

[roy v.]

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ROY AVON VANTAS —

after his run-in with wolfbite, someone had gotten roy situated within the district; now he was a "trainee" which meant he learned how to "hunt" for himself and how to "fight." roy snorted and the scowl deepened on his mouth as he walked, shoving his fists into the pockets of his jeans. like he didn't already know how to do that shit; his father had basically been a fucking lumberjack and whether roy liked it or not, he knew how to hunt, make traps, and this was the fucking kicker— cut wood. he could hear his brother saying, [b]"no, roy. our father is not a lumberjacket but a specialized cutter of wood that is used to fuel-" blah blah blah. roy definitely didn't miss kyle's lectures, that was for sure.

after first noticing angus, he wondered where the kid was going; i mean, the little kid looked like he had his whole fucking life put together, with that purposeful stride and a fedora and all that shit. not only that, but a bowtie? what the fuck?

then roy noticed he was alone. warning signals fired off in his brain. little boy, alone, walking down the street. that was not normal. "hey kid," roy said as he stopped in place, turning to squint at angus. "are you alone or some shit?" he glanced up and down the street; none of the other stragglers looked related to the boy. "where's your parents?" some higher force must have called to him, because something was telling him that this kid was alone. alone, alone. like himself, he noted with a frown.

roy tried to resist the urge to roll his eyes at advay's yells (key word: tried). "dude, it's just a kid." he called back to the man. he doubted an eight-year-old would have something dangerous on him; maybe a pocketknife or something, but nothing machine-gun dangerous
[spoiler= ･ﾟ★ ☾ PITY THE PARIAH 9/10]GENERAL
★ roy avon vantas | asshole
★ male | he/him | amab
★ nineteen yrs old | created 8/20 | cancer
★ trainee of the northstar district

[b]MISC INFO
★ probably gives the nicest hugs smh
★ definitely touch-starved; he is a sucker for soft touches from those he trusts

[b]APPEARANCE
★ [b]physical health: 100% | mental health: 90%
★ whole description here
★ current injuries: none

PERSONALITY
★ [b]MBTI | trope | trope | trope
★ roy's personality truly has many different facets but the one that often shows is his intrinsically flawed, imperfect, and illogical teenager one. he gets angry very easily, for the littlest things that really shouldn't make you so furious. along with this, he's abrasive to the point where it often pushes the people he cares about away. but to the core, the short redhead's heart is gold and he truly does care for his friends and the well-being of people despite his unwillingness to show it; he is only that way due to his major insecurities rooted from a troublesome childhood.
★ independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ (very) loud, vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure
★ what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS
★ demiromantic bisexual | love is kinda an iffy thing for me; he cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind
★ single pringle, not interested | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother | generation 2
★ trusts: ??

[b]INTERACTION
★ medium, but tricky fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in bold underline
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed | violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]

[bxhemia]

･ﾟ✧  the boy detective had been walking for a while. to tell the truth, he was starting to doubt that there was any life here, starting to regret ever getting on that old steam train in the first place. that is, until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching behind him, and a harsh, stuttering voice calling out to him. angus' stomach dropped as he turned to face the man who'd spoken. he easily towered over angus, who barely stood just short of five feet tall on a good day. upon turning he raised his hands up in the air, signalling that he meant no harm. that's what he was supposed to do, right? he'd read it in a book somewhere so it must be true. the boy genius only hoped that the dogs knew what his action meant as well, he didn't particularly feel like being eaten alive right this very second.

catching a glimpse of yet another man out of the corner of his eye made angus almost sigh with relief as he began his response. "i- i'm sorry, s-sirs," he stuttered, before pausing to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. "i'm awfully sorry sirs, is this your home? i didn't mean to trespass. my name is angus mcdonald, sirs. i'm looking for a place to stay- my parents they... they died, sirs, and i'm all on my own." angus explained his situation quickly and with minimal emotion, which would be surprising for someone who didn't know the boy. losing both of one's parents at the age of eight would be a traumatic experience for most children, but angus mcdonald supposed that he wasn't like most children. he was the world's best detective, and to be a detective you had to put your feelings aside and focus on the case. that's what his grandpa had taught him before he, too, had passed away.

lost in thought, the boy detective hadn't noticed the older man beginning to approach, until he looked up and suddenly the stranger was a lot closer than before. he yelped and scurried backwards a few paces, placing his backpack and suitcase between himself and the significantly larger man. his eyes darted between the two men and the dogs, mind already calculating ways to get out of the area if things too a turn for the worst.

[spoiler=tags :: updated 9/10]basics.
✯ angus mcdonald // ango
✯ afab transboy // he/him
✯ eight years old
✯ trainee of northstar district
✯ world's greatest detective

appearance.
✯ human boy [ref]
✯ cinnamon-brown skin tone and dark curly hair
✯ large caramel colored eyes and dark freckles
✯ wears a blue-toned school uniform with a red bow tie and a blue feathered fedora
✯ wears large circular glasses and carries around a bag of books and various fake magic tricks
✯ speaks with a slight lisp, uses fancy words

relationships.
✯ no current best friend
✯ raised by his grandfather
✯ first gen npc x npc
✯ biromantic // asexual
✯ single // no crushes

interaction.
✯ storage // plot
✯ easy physically // extreme mentally
✯ attack in #5A6F9A[/spoiler]

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay narrowed his eyes over at Roy, suddenly feelign an anger boiling hin him. He'd been here since Katja was around, doing his job before he had it. He'd been doing all the guard duties and working on stocking all he could at the same damned time. And these new fucking joiners were going around telling him to calm down, not to do his job and do the guards jobs. "No," he snapped at Roy, "You need to understand your damned position," he spat, his stutter gone out of pure anger. He turned to Angus and pointed at him, looking back at Roy. "What would happen if you waltzed up and were some kid-of-a-bandit who was told to weasel into our ranks and kill Wolfbite?" He then pointed to Roy, "And your dumbass walked over and said 'oh hey, kid, whats up? Go right in?" He snapped his fingers at his dogs and muttered, "Speak,, and his dogs barked angrily at Angus, threatening him.

"So you," he said, pointing at Roy, "And all you newbies, stop telling me how to do the job that Wolfbite told us all to do, because I'm fucking doing it," and he pointed at Angus, clearly stressed out to all hell. "And you, you're fine. Any weapons, just drop them and you can go in, I'm not going to pat you down. Foods in the Cosco, take what you need, find a room in the apartment buildings around the place," he was clearly done. HE'd done this to Tatiana too when she's talked down to him, talked to him like he was stupid. He growled under his breath, and the growl radiated down through the three dogs. The Alpha of the pack was pissed, and so were his underlings.

Advay turned, and walked back through the fence, the normally suttering, anxious talker having just exploded. He was tired. He was sick of it. He was done.

// outie <3 welcome to Northstar!

[dannychan]

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