08-21-2017, 07:46 PM
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
Gray had stalked off deeper into the forest after the events of his escape, and he hadn't yet gone back. When it started getting dark he would, but for now he was out where people didn't venture too often, sulking. Everyone seemed to have some reason to be salty, to be angry with one another. Most, if not all, that were involved weren't the type to try and fix what had been fucked up. But why should he try to fix it? Gray had done nothing wrong, just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't even see why he should let Moksha or Johannes or Narin or anyone else try to make it up to them. They'd left him for dead - why should he forgive any of that.
He heard the sounds of Moksha chopping through the tree and knew he should try to move to another area, but when he could barely see any more than roughly 50 feet in front of him at all - everything was already blurry after a couple feet, but past that it was incredibly difficult to make out what anything was - and when the sounds of the ax striking wood echoed, it was hard to pinpoint exactly where he should be walking away from.
Luckily, the tree fell in a different direction, and was loud enough that he had an idea of where Moksha was working. Why was he cutting trees again? Was this just how the big guy vented? Shaking his head, Gray started moving away, deciding he didn't care what the method to the madness was.
//really this is just. a really museful bump?
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
Gray had stalked off deeper into the forest after the events of his escape, and he hadn't yet gone back. When it started getting dark he would, but for now he was out where people didn't venture too often, sulking. Everyone seemed to have some reason to be salty, to be angry with one another. Most, if not all, that were involved weren't the type to try and fix what had been fucked up. But why should he try to fix it? Gray had done nothing wrong, just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn't even see why he should let Moksha or Johannes or Narin or anyone else try to make it up to them. They'd left him for dead - why should he forgive any of that.
He heard the sounds of Moksha chopping through the tree and knew he should try to move to another area, but when he could barely see any more than roughly 50 feet in front of him at all - everything was already blurry after a couple feet, but past that it was incredibly difficult to make out what anything was - and when the sounds of the ax striking wood echoed, it was hard to pinpoint exactly where he should be walking away from.
Luckily, the tree fell in a different direction, and was loud enough that he had an idea of where Moksha was working. Why was he cutting trees again? Was this just how the big guy vented? Shaking his head, Gray started moving away, deciding he didn't care what the method to the madness was.
//really this is just. a really museful bump?
▪ 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
▪ 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:
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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 ——