TIMES BEING WHAT THEY ARE [p w/Torrin]

[Gray]

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Once he realized that Torrin was not only not nearby, not hiding or having wandered off to investigate something, that he was lost, his heart rate started picking up the pace. Not helped was hearing Torrin calling for him, begging for him to hurry. Even though Torrin tried to hide it, he knew the difference between when he was calm and when he was scared. "Torrin!" He yelled, taking off back in the direction he'd heard his voice come from.

Fortunately for them, while Torrin's sense of direction was... unreliable, Gray knew the mountain like the back of his hand. Even after two years, he knew every tree, every rock. It only took a minute for him to locate Torrin and nearly slip and slide trying to get to him. "Are you alright? What happened?" He asked, reaching out to rest a hand on either arm (partly to steady himself).

//it's late and I'm still on vc that's why this is bad,,,

[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 04/02]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)
▪ 19 years, 1 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Member of Moorland Riders | Member of Nowhere

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 named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — INTJ-T
— 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
▪ Dating Torrin | One crush
▪ ½ Graytor | ½ Graux
▪ 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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[Torrin Latimer]

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ THINK I’LL DYE MY HAIR AND I’LL MOVE TO ALASKA!

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”I—“ Torrin was obviously distracted by whatever he was thinking about, and it was an active effort to tear his focus from inside his head to gray. but he did it, which was all that he needed to do. ”I wasn’t paying attention and it’s been harder to hear. I thought you went this way, and then I couldn’t find you—“ He sniffled, begging himself not to cry. He did not need gray seeing him be this much of a baby over getting a little bit lost.

He probably would have started picking his skin again if gray’s hands hadn’t been resting on his arms. ”I’m sorry, I try to pay attention. it’s really hard.” He was already calming down, though. He’d probably crack a joke in a minute or two, but the poor boy was still a little bit rattled.


// Shhh no!! it’s great!!

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. ½ Graytor. REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.

[Gray]

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Gray examined Torrin's face closely, but at the sniffle pulled him into a hug. "I know." He said gently, giving Torrin a light squeeze. It was Gray that knew the mountain really well, Gray whose whole job revolved around knowing where things were in the forest, Gray whose attention wasn't prone to wandering easily. "It's okay. I'm right here, you're right here, that's what matters." He pulled back a bit to look at Torrin again. "You okay?"

[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 04/02]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)
▪ 19 years, 1 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Member of Moorland Riders | Member of Nowhere

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 named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — INTJ-T
— 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
▪ Dating Torrin | One crush
▪ ½ Graytor | ½ Graux
▪ 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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[Torrin Latimer]

Torrson Thread Reply

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ THINK I’LL DYE MY HAIR AND I’LL MOVE TO ALASKA!

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”Mhmm,“ Torrin confirmed his safety woefully, but at this point he was starting to feel better. So, of course, it was time to cause some commotion. He gave Gray one more big hug before gasping. ”What kind of animal is that!” He yelped, before taking Gray’s distraction to slip a few feet away and up the first few feet of the nearest tree.

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. ½ Graytor. REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.

[Gray]

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Torrin's diversion was successful in getting Gray to spin around to see what animal had gotten his attention, but he found he couldn't see anything there. That didn't mean there wasn't an animal, of course, it just was another reason he had to get better at remembering to bring his glasses. If there was something small or far away or quick enough to dart out of view, he completely missed it. It probably would have taken a whole deer for him to actually spot an animal, though he certainly tried.

"Where is -" he turned around and found that Torrin had disappeared yet again. "Tor, where the hell did you go?" He called, spinning around again, not sure whether to be frustrated or worried.

[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 04/10]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)
▪ 19 years, 2 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Member of Moorland Riders | Forager of 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 named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — INTJ-T
— 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
▪ Dating Torrin | One crush
▪ ½ Graytor | ½ Graux
▪ 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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[Torrin Latimer]

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ THINK I’LL DYE MY HAIR AND I’LL MOVE TO ALASKA!

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”boo!” torrin was hanging upside down from the branches of one of the trees directly behind gray, so when he turned around the second time they were staring face to face. he giggled, trying to climb down, only ... he was stuck in a huge growth of holly and couldn’t disentangle himself. He was just ... hangin there.

”... Help..?”

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. ½ Graytor. REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.

[Gray]

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Gray jumped when Torrin appeared behind him, nearly falling backwards into the snow. "Jesus! Fuck's sake." He muttered, though his hands instinctively went out, ready to catch him if he fell.

Gray sighed as it became evident that Torrin was stuck. "Grab me and hold on." He said, reaching up to loop his arms around Torrin's, preparing to pull him down and hopefully keep his upper half from falling to the ground.

[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 04/10]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)
▪ 19 years, 2 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Member of Moorland Riders | Forager of 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 named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — INTJ-T
— 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
▪ Dating Torrin | One crush
▪ ½ Graytor | ½ Graux
▪ 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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[Torrin Latimer]

Torrson Thread Reply

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ THINK I’LL DYE MY HAIR AND I’LL MOVE TO ALASKA!

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Torrin erupted into a fit of giggles, not even bothering to help gray support his weight at all. he was about to demand to be carried to make up for this oh-so-scary separation. The tiny medic beamed at his boyfriend as he slithered down, immediately wrapping his arms around the back of gray’s neck like a little sloth. ”Carry me!” He demanded after he was fully free.

[this is,,, bad im so sorry]

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. ½ Graytor. REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.

[Gray]

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Hunting with Torrin was always... interesting. Keeping him on task was usually a task unto itself, so he'd started categorizing these as "optimistic walks" instead of hunting sessions. Was he going to try to get some hunting done? Absolutely. But this would involve more setting traps than tracking down prey.

That was all well and good, but he realized he'd lost sight of Torrin. Not surprising, he'd left his glasses back at the Lodge, but now he couldn't hear him either. "Torrin?" He called, squinting out into the forest surrounding him. Where the fuck had he gone?

[member=8242]Torrin Latimer[/member]

[spoiler=MY CHILDHOOD SPAT BACK OUT THE MONSTER THAT YOU SEE | 04/02]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)
▪ 19 years, 1 months | 2/6/22 | Ages primarily real time
▪ Ex-Ranger of the Flintlock Lodge | Ex-Member of Moorland Riders | Member of Nowhere

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 named Brianna.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.

Personality — INTJ-T
— 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
▪ Dating Torrin | One crush
▪ ½ Graytor | ½ Graux
▪ 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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[Torrin Latimer]

Torrson Thread Reply

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ THINK I’LL DYE MY HAIR AND I’LL MOVE TO ALASKA!

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Why, he’d gone none other the fuck than... This way and that way and all around and... Really, where was he? He know his way around the Lodge and the surrounding territory, but only as well as torrin could know his way around any place. the poor fool was directionally challenged. and now... lost, too.

not to mention his rampant separation anxiety.

torrin realized gray was gone when the man hadn’t told him to be quiet and when he started shouting. Torrin didn’t usually catch himself before gray did, so when he went to see if his boyfriend was distracted and didn’t see his boyfriend at all...

Well, it was safe to say torrin hadn’t been confronted with being completely alone in an unfamiliar place in a while. doubly distressing was that this should have been a familiar place.

So, with a shaky voice that sounded like a terrified kitten, torrin called out: ”G-Gray? Please hurry,” And tried to mask the high octave he seemed to be stuck speaking in. His voice had gotten high when he panicked since they’d be young teenagers, and he didn’t want gray to worry.

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[b]✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. ½ Graytor.REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.