[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
Gray followed Advay away from the others like he was one of the elder man's dogs, silent for a few minutes until they reached a spot that Advay deemed appropriate to talk. "So, uh, that guy you were looking for. Moksha. What's the story with him?" Was he going to pry for information a little before saying what he knew? Yes. Definitely.
[member=2826]Advay.[/member]
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17] General:
▪ 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]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
[align=center][size=8pt]// sorry I forgot about this! I had homework up the butt yesterday!
Advay frowned and reached down to gently pat Atlantis's head, calming him from wondering what was happening. They were curious pups, that was for sure. They knew the slightest change in Advay without having to think twice. He turned and stared at Gray as he began talking, and within the second that Moksha's name was brought up, his face went beet red. "I-I-I-I u-um, er..." he tensed, awkwardly reaching up and fiddling with his hood. Why was he asking this? He stared down at Aruba, who whined. "W-well I-I-I ju-just t-t-t-t...was w...traveled with him," he sputtered pathetically, biting his lip. "A-and we got se-separated." He pulled his hood over his face, feeling the heat rising to his ears.
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[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
//it's fine dear!
Gray pulled his hands from his pockets so he could cross his arms as Advay turned red. Alright, so he probably wouldn't be endangering anyone by telling him where Moka was. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he spoke: "You actually just missed him. Moksha and a guy named Calum joined a couple days after you came to the Lodge." He tilted his head to the side, hoping to catch Advay's reaction since he'd pulled his hood over his face.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17] General:
▪ 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]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
[align=center][size=8pt]Advay frowned down at his feet, not looking up until he heard 'missed him'. He stared quietly at Gray's shoes, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes. He sniffed and reached up to rub them out, though it didn't help much. Moksha and Calum? They were both in Flintlock. Taking a deep breath, he wiped more tears off of his face and, despite not being a very touchy person, kind of held his hands out and looked up at Gray. "C-c-ca-can I h-hug you r-right now?" Moksha was alive. He was alive. He could go see him. The thought of it made all the weight on his shoulders fall off, and he actually laughed, unable to help himself as he chuckled through his sad, but happy smile. "T-thank you so much..."
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[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
There wasn't really anyone in Gray's history that he was looking to reunite with. Part of him wanted to see his best friends growing up - the twins - or his brothers, but he knew exactly what they'd think of him and that seeing them again would prove to be disastrous. Seeing the Hansons would be ok, but he'd rather leave them behind too, since they'd kept him there in that place where his mother had died for so long. No, Gray would much rather find new people to care for, and do his best to avoid ever seeing the people he knew ever again.
Tears weren't exactly the reaction he was expecting, nor was he expecting Advay to ask to hug him. "Uh," Gray wasn't really a hugger, though less out of dislike for physical affection - from someone he cared about it was fine, even sought after - and more out of fear of what might be felt though it couldn't be seen. "I-I'm not much of a hugger." He said, holding up his hands. "You're welcome."
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17] General:
▪ 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]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
[align=center][size=8pt]Advay just smiled a little wider, "I-It's co-cool, me ne-neither," he breathed, flopping down onto the ground with one swift motion that made his layers puff up slightly. He put on arm around Aruba, his fluffy Samoyed and hugged her instead. "G-gray right? I-Is there anything I-I can get you out of the storage? Anything you need? No trade, just as-as-as um, as thanks?" Africa crawled into his lap, and he sat, still wiping tears off. He was lost with Moksha, despite being older than the commanding man. He was a sturdy rock for himself and Calum, neither of the boys could do without their tough, soft-hearted leader. Though most people never saw him that way, it didn't bother Advay. He was a jealous creature by nature, and didn't mind that nobody else liked Moksha like he liked Moksha. In fact, that was good.
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
Good, he wasn't too upset by the denial of a hug, instead hugging one of the dogs. Perfect. "Yeah, Gray." He nodded, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "Well, I came here looking to trade for bullets. If not that then... I guess whatever Johannes was here for. Seeds, I think." Moksha must really mean a lot to this guy, it was... kinda sweet. Gray smiled, glad that he was helping reunite them.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17] General:
▪ 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]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
[align=center][size=9pt]The request made Advay frown...did they...have bullets? He'd just barely touched their weapons store, as it wasn't exactly in hsi job description, but they had nobody to do it, so he supposed it was his job first. "W-what size bullets? What kind of-of gun?" He sniffed and pulled his scarf up to wipe his face. "We may have a handful, or s-something..."
// rushed!
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