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ROY AVON VANTAS —
as made his way through the stands, he paused to peer at things that caught his interest (the shotguns were cool, but he didn't have any ammo) and he was surprised to find― well, a lot of useless shit. who the fuck would trade for cups or plates? or porcelain dolls? the latter made absolutely no goddamn ounce of sense. those glassy-eyed dolls would creep him out, if he had it next to him while he slept. or in the vicinity, period.

roy shook his head to himself, outwardly scowling at his own thoughts but those were quickly interrupted when his foot caught on a stupid crate, the edge of it sticking out from underneath it's original stand. [b]"fuck!" he exclaimed loud enough to make others look his way. raising a leg, he just about kicked it away before he realized what was actually inside it. sinking to his knees, he dug through them, an absorbed look on his face accompanied by scrunched eyebrows and thoughtful eyes.

the bindings were horrible, to the point of breakage and some didn't even have covers anymore but anyone could tell that they were books. the corners of his mouth twitched as he trailed his fingers over them. moments later, he snatched his hand away like he'd been burned, fervently glancing around him. fuck. okay. he would have to be quick about this. without hesitating, he scooped the crate up and made his way to where he could trade for them.

it was something he tried very, very deeply to hide, the fact that he was a hopeless romantic. he remembered watching romcoms when he was younger and the electricity still worked. a fucking cruel joke, if you asked him. the thought of being in a romantic relationship made his skin crawl. he didn't know how to do romantic relationships, and it wasn't like kyle, his brother, or his dad had given him lessons on trust. there was no "101: HOW TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS" book anywhere. he'd have found it by now.
[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 — EXHAUSTED EYE BAGS. | A. | B. | C.
[b]ESTJ or ESTP
| 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
vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure, (very) loud
what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS — THE INSOMNIAC. | JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
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]


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[align=center][size=8pt]Advay frowned slightly as he heard a loud fuck echo through the cosco. God...damn it. They were slowly making it so very few people had access to it to avoid another raid like before. That being said, he was going to talk to Wolfbite about a market place to put out the necessary foods, and other items in minimal quantity for people to take during their day. That way if they were raided and the marketplace was purged, they wouldn't loose as much, and less people could enter the Cosco. He'd also wanted to mention something about rooftop entrances only...

"W-what a-are you doing," Advay huffed, staring from the end if the aisle at Roy, who was digging through a box of books. "D-did you break something?" He couldn't think of any other reason why someone would have shouted like that; but it was an aisle of learning supplies and books and papers and such. What was there to break? As if to try and answer his own question, his green eyes scanned the shelving, and he bit his lip in thought. Nothing...really. Was roy hurt? The thought made him tense; he didn't want Roy to be hurt. If Roy was hurt Advay doubted he would let him help. Which would irritated Addy even more.


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