12-11-2018, 09:33 PM
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GRAYSON HANSON
Sixteen & Trans Male & Residing in Flintlock Lodge
❝and ever since seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe❞
GRAYSON HANSON
Sixteen & Trans Male & Residing in Flintlock Lodge
❝and ever since seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe❞
//tw for talking about death
Christmas carols were the soundtrack to a distinctly mixed time of the year for Gray. On the one hand, he had many good memories of dancing around the living room with his family while someone sang some merry song. On the other hand, the thing that took up most of his thoughts were far lass happy, ones with him crammed into a closet, told to wait there, that it would be okay. It wasn't okay, though. Sometimes he could still here the gunshot reverberating through his ears as if it had just happened again. That was made even worse in December.
Last year, he'd pretty much missed the festivities, as a mournful cloud had settled down on him, weighing heavily on his shoulders and leading him to stay confined to his room with Hux. He hardly left, and even though he distinctly didn't want to be here, he also didn't want to slip into another depressive state. It had been awful.
When Gray heard the strumming of a guitar's keys, he paused. He had seldom heard such musical sounds before, but the tune was familiar in a way that stirred confliction in the boy. In the end he followed the sound and found a small gathering of people around someone he hadn't met before. The teenager slouched against the wall, crossing his arms. "You're pretty good." He observed as the song ended.
[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 12/08]General  biograhpy
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
[size=7pt] Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 16 years, 10 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Member of the Moorland Riders | Residing in Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge
Physical  reference
♦ 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, which has recently been cut a bit closer to the scalp than normal. 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. There are three pierces in his right ear, two in his lobe and one in the cartilage.
 minor injuries: n/a
 major injuries: n/a
Important Info  roleplayer
▪ 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.
▪ Has a blue pit bull puppy named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Personality  personality type
 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; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; judgmental; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Relationships  heartchart
▪ Val x Summer Rivendare | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | One crush
▪ ½ Graux | ½ Torrson
▪ 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
Interaction  plotting thread
 Medium Physically | Hard mentally
 Still in training
 Prefers to fight with a machete, but can go hand-to-hand
 No kill/capture/maim without permission
 To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
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Christmas carols were the soundtrack to a distinctly mixed time of the year for Gray. On the one hand, he had many good memories of dancing around the living room with his family while someone sang some merry song. On the other hand, the thing that took up most of his thoughts were far lass happy, ones with him crammed into a closet, told to wait there, that it would be okay. It wasn't okay, though. Sometimes he could still here the gunshot reverberating through his ears as if it had just happened again. That was made even worse in December.
Last year, he'd pretty much missed the festivities, as a mournful cloud had settled down on him, weighing heavily on his shoulders and leading him to stay confined to his room with Hux. He hardly left, and even though he distinctly didn't want to be here, he also didn't want to slip into another depressive state. It had been awful.
When Gray heard the strumming of a guitar's keys, he paused. He had seldom heard such musical sounds before, but the tune was familiar in a way that stirred confliction in the boy. In the end he followed the sound and found a small gathering of people around someone he hadn't met before. The teenager slouched against the wall, crossing his arms. "You're pretty good." He observed as the song ended.
[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 12/08]General  biograhpy
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
[size=7pt] Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 16 years, 10 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Member of the Moorland Riders | Residing in Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge
Physical  reference
♦ 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, which has recently been cut a bit closer to the scalp than normal. 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. There are three pierces in his right ear, two in his lobe and one in the cartilage.
 minor injuries: n/a
 major injuries: n/a
Important Info  roleplayer
▪ 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.
▪ Has a blue pit bull puppy named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Personality  personality type
 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; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; judgmental; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Relationships  heartchart
▪ Val x Summer Rivendare | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Monogamous
▪ Single | One crush
▪ ½ Graux | ½ Torrson
▪ 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
Interaction  plotting thread
 Medium Physically | Hard mentally
 Still in training
 Prefers to fight with a machete, but can go hand-to-hand
 No kill/capture/maim without permission
 To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
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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 ——