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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]"Ah, I'm sorry about that." He said, sighing and rubbing the back of his neck. He could feel his throat tightening a little bit as he reached in his pocket to gently fidget with his scalpel, trying to comfort himself. He mumbled softly, swaying a bit on his feet, "I never... Me and Brendol never really settled down anywhere. We were always moving, cause he never wanted to join a group."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
he hummed. "when i was your age, people didn't move around a bunch unless they were military brats or orphaned kids in foster care." he said and moved to sit on the ground, planting the barrel of the gun in the snow and propping his elbow up on the grip and butt of the gun. "there were neighbourhood and cities and such, but that's about it."
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★ ──────────── {⋅. [abbr=#swiggity swooty I LOVE Hooty]❀[/abbr] .⋅} ──────────── ★
[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]"Yeah, w-well, things were different when you were a kid, y-you know. We didn't exactly just have some neighborhood we could move into." He said, sighing a little and feeling tears pricking in his eyes. He really did not like talking about the past, and he didn't know why it was so easy for him to start panicking, "U-Uhm, I... Yeah, w-we didn't stay in one place a lot. We only did twice, and t-tjat was because I forced Brendol t-to.."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]A soft whimper left his throat as he moved closer to Jack, trembling a bit. His chest was tightening considerably, and he gasped out, "S-Sorry, this.. h.. h-happens.. sometimes.."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Trembling almost violently, Hux's breaths came out sharp and quick, and he began to cry, hiding his face in Jack's shoulder and sobbed softly. He mumbled between broken noises, feeling embarrassed, "I d-don't... Know.. w... W... W-why this hap-happens..."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
he let the gun drop onto its side, and he gently tried to calm hux, raising a hand to the back of his son's head. "hey, it's alright. why don't you tell me about something you like, hm? talk my ears off if you have to. it might make you feel better."
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★ ──────────── {⋅. [abbr=#swiggity swooty I LOVE Hooty]❀[/abbr] .⋅} ──────────── ★
[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Hux seemed to relax a little as Jack put a hand on the back of his head, but that of course didn't mean that it was over. He was still trembling and sobbing, scrambling for breath as he whined softly, laughing weakly, "J-Jack, t.. t.. t-there's not much I l-like, you... you k-k.. know..."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
