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so, here's now the situation went. gray seemed to think jack was wreck less with his gun, pointing it at anyone he didn't know or trust that seemed like a threat, so at reapers joining he took his bullets and said he could have them back later. well, it was later and jack was pissed. i'm talking like really pissed. imagine a hungry bear, a military general that constantly yelled, and an evil villain all mashed into one old man. that's how pissed he was.
so what did he do? pick the lock to grays room and start searching, obviously. he had checked every book, every drawer, under the males bed, and even checked to see if any secret compartments were hidden in the room. eventually, he did find the bullets and pocket them, and fixed up the room so it looked like nothing had happened, closed the door and made sure it was locked, hiding the clip in his pocket and waiting for gray to come along, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed across his chest. seriously, for a man that was well into his fifties, this guy had an amazing body.
what had he left in the bullets place? a note that read "fuck you, you little fucker. don't steal my shit. - jack"
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
Everything Gray had ever seen of Jack led him to believe the man was violent and unstable - he'd threatened Gray twice now. The fact that he could aim a gun at another human being and wrap his finger around the trigger was terrifying to the teen. Maybe if Jack understood his backstory, that the one person he loved and loved him was taken from him by two people with no care for human life, he'd understand the youth's motives better and maybe even be a little more conscientious. But the only reason Gray had even told Johannes about his mother's death was because he was trying to warn him about Narin. He didn't just talk about this shit with anyone, especially someone so blatantly untrustworthy.
He spotted Jack, and thought that his positioning was... oddly deliberate. "You here for your ammo?" He asked, deadpan. He figured Jack would just ask for the bullets back since Gray had promised to return them, but he'd be wrong.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/18/17]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, 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
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
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]jack looked at gray and ran a hand through his spiky white hair, nodding. he was keeping an incredibly straight face through all of this. of course, he didn't have to steal the bullets back, he had plenty more hidden in his jacket, and it wasn't that difficult to make more if you had experience and a mold. "yup. better be quick or i might actual break your arm."
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★ ──────────── {⋅. [abbr=#swiggity swooty I LOVE Hooty]❀[/abbr] .⋅} ──────────── ★
[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
Gray sighed. "You keep saying that, but I'm pretty sure you don't have the balls." Before Soldier could respond he'd head into his room, face blank until he arrived the drawer where he'd left the clip. He would have kept it on him, but it'd been heavy and it was clunky. His pockets were for his hands and highlighter, not this.
When he found the note, he felt two things: rage and panic. The rage set in pretty much immediately - that fucker had broken into his room. The panic set in after he spun around and started noticing the subtle differences. Jack had not only broken in here, he'd gone through his stuff.
He darted over to his closet, yanking down the box on the top shelf and checking the tape. It wasn't broken. He released a small sigh of relief and shoved the box up onto the shelf. Jack hadn't found his extra binder.
That did nothing to erase the anger.
He stalked out to the hall, note clenched in his fist. "You fucking broke into my room?!"
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/18/17]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, 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
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
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]jack held up the clip, shaking it and letting the bullets rattle. "don't steal my shit and i won't go searching. hope you learned that lesson, kiddo." he said. this guy really was a dad. no sense of personal space, will go through your shit, and called everyone younger than 25 kiddo.
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★ ──────────── {⋅. [abbr=#swiggity swooty I LOVE Hooty]❀[/abbr] .⋅} ──────────── ★
[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
He'd never wanted to punch someone more. Which was actually saying something. "I'm not the one who needs to learn a fucking lesson!" He yelled, glaring up at Jack. "You could have seriously hurt someone earlier - could have killed someone -, and now you just broke into my room and went through my stuff. You've threatened me almost every time we've interacted... Where the fuck is Johannes?" He felt hot. Too hot, too angry. He needed to get outside, but he couldn't go anywhere until this got resolved.
//oh shit 200th post
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/18/17]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, 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
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
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Yelling. The anger was so strong, she could feel it dig into her bones just a couple rooms down from her own. What the hell was going on? Why were they causing such a ruckus? She couldn't meditate in these conditions. Releasing a heavy sigh, she uncrossed her legs and heaved herself up onto her feet, stretching her arms above her head. I hope it's not over something silly or I'll be pissed. Her small nose scrunched up slightly, feeling the beginnings or irritation well up in her chest but she quickly pushed it away, not wanting to stoop to their level and grow vehement as well. As she reached Gray's room, she quirked an eyebrow and flickered her hazel-green gaze between the two. It was Jack who caused this? "What's going on here, boys? Gray, you okay?" His face was red and if looks could kill, Jack would probably have a meat clever at the center of his skull.
[align=center][div style="font-size:15pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:calibri;padding:4px"][b][i]when i look at you, i see a sky full of stars[div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:.4;color:#000;font-family:calibri;margin-bottom:5px"]DON'T LOOK AWAY, OR I'LL FALL APART ⋆ [b]INFORMATION, ½ MOKADAE as part of bearbones, you have been vored
Dear fucking god--what was it with old guys? First Drew, now Jack. Johannes had heard the commotion, and had come stalking down the hall to see what on earth was going on now. He didn't know about the bullet theft, but when he saw a furious Gray with a...far less angry Jack, he was worried. And more than a bit miffed. At least Dae was here--she had a fairly level head. "Explain quick." He tacked on, vexation clear in his voice as he'd folded his arms, his resting glare seeming a bit more intentional around now.
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
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[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, Rivals with Moksha
• 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
• APPEARANCE: Johannes is 5'9'' and is built thick. He is stocky and looks fairly burly. He has a strong brow and most often is glaring or at least not smiling. He does have a few scars, but they aren't anything particularly noticeable.
• ACCESSORIES: He's always wearing as much clothing as possible. He likes the cold, but he's not fond of showing skin or being exposed in anyway.
• INJURIES: dogbite scar on left leg. No other prominent injuries at the time.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, 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 at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. 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.
• 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.
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Stealing? She didn't know Gray enough to form a solid impression of him, but from what she has observed, it did seem like something he would do. Though, depended on what he stole. Furrowing her eyebrows, she shifted her weight on to her hip which popped out a little, shaking her head slowly. "So, you go through a fifteen year old's things, invade his privacy, and treat him like this because...?" It seemed as if there were two teenagers in the room instead of one. Irritating as it was, she didn't break the calm aura she held. She could handle this, especially now that Johannes was here to help her smooth things out. Flickering her gaze to Gray, she cocked her eyebrow, staring at the younger expectantly. "Care to share your side of the story, Gray?"
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