Shiloh hated any kind of extreme weather. She wore the socially acceptable least amount of clothes possible during the summer, and during the winter she bundled up like a dense burrito. However, she loved the snow, and no amount of cold weather was going to keep her from it. She trudged through the flurries and gusts of wind and palmed a chunk of snow until it was about a circle. She did this two more times, making the balls of snow increasingly smaller and then stacking them. She was satisfied with this, but she felt it was a little bit lacking. Her pockets rustled as she pulled out some bits of coal she'd picked up just for this occasion. After adorning the snowman with coal buttons and facial features, she sighed and turned towards the empty plain from where she came. "Anyone out there with sticks, or a carrot?" She yelled in vain, the wind carrying her words.
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GRAYSON HANSON
Sixteen & Trans Male & Residing in Flintlock Lodge
❝and ever since seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe❞
Gray actually preferred the cold to the warm, and there were a few contributing reasons. Sweltering weather was just more unbearable, harder to combat whereas with freezing weather you could just bundle up. And he definitely preferred wearing more clothes to less.
He was taking a walk with Brianna (his pitbull) when he heard Shiloh's call. He couldn't quite make out the words, but it was enough to get him to call Brianna and start making his way over to Shiloh. The pup (he still liked thinking of her as his puppy even though she was more than a year old now) had clearly been missing the snow and was bounding around playing in it, but followed his command obediently. Heh, that was nice. Once upon a time she'd just do what she wanted... and there were times when that was still the case. "What was that?" He asked, getting within range of Shiloh. "I couldn't quite hear you."
[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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[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
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hayley was a snow baby, of course. she's hated it as a child; hated the cold, the snow, the winters. it made finding food more difficult, it made staying dry at night more difficult. the older she got, the easier it became. a child of only six was easily overwhelmed by the thought of fending for herself in the winter; a young woman of sixteen took the task on with far more ease. once she learned to properly care for herself, the cold became far more appealing. sleeping beside a crackling fire, an abundance of snow to use as water, using body heat as an excuse to curl up beside some man with a handsome smile.
hayley knew what a snowman was. she'd never quite had the proper experience of making one herself, but as she approached with hands stuffed in her coat pockets, nose pink in the frigid air, she couldn't help but think about her unborn baby. the thought of them being able to play in the snow, having snowball fights and build snowmen, warmed her heart even in the cold.
while she hadn't heard shiloh either, she could tell some much needed parts of the creatures body were... not present. ❝no eyes?❞ she inquired, glancing from the creature to shiloh. ❝or arms?❞
[spoiler=「 high water and a devils daughter 」  12.09.2018]
NAME hayley chase.
 hayley, hay.
 no middle name.
AGE twenty-three.
 born 04.01.2015.
 ages real time.
 pregnancy progresses double time.
ALLEGIANCE member of flintlock lodge
 formerly a loner.
GENDER female.
 cisgender.
 female pronouns.
FACELCLAIM phoebe tonkin.
 voice claim.
 six feet tall, hayley possesses a naturally scrawny figure from childhood malnourishment and even as an adult, she rarely gets proper nutrition. she has a mane of brunette hair with natural caramel highlights among the waves, falling halfway down her back, though her hair is typically put into a ponytail or a bun when outdoors, while left down while inside. her skin is a warm, olive tone, and her eyes are an almond shaped hazel. she has pretty, angular features and a charming smile when she chooses to show it.
 eighteen weeks pregnant reference.
HEALTH 95%.
 slightly fatigued and overall stressed about her pregnancy, but otherwise healthy.
please note that the way hayley acts depends on who you are, and different people will receive different traits from her.
POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, bright, broad-minded, capable, careful, caring, charming, clever, considerate, courteous, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, disciplined, dynamic, efficient, fair, flexible, focused, generous, hard-working, helpful, honest, independent, innovative, intuitive, liberal, organized, perceptive, persistent, persuasive, practical, protective, rational, reliable, resourceful, responsible, versatile, well-read.
NEGATIVE TRAITS abrasive, aggressive, blunt, callous, calculating, caustic, cold, coarse, compulsive, cunning, detached, fixed, harsh, hostile, impatient, intolerant, judgmental, opinionated, over critical, prejudiced, stubborn, tense, vindictive, withdrawn.
STATUS single.
 bisexual, no preference.
 unnamed man, father of her child.
 no interests.
 not particularly looking.
LOCAL RELATIVES her unborn child.
 parents unknown.
 siblings unknown.
 pregnant with her first child.
BATTLE TAGS tag when interacting, bold #814638 interaction/attack.
 8/10 physically.
 8/10 mentally.
 typically carries a shotgun.
 peaceful powerplay allowed, may not always be well received.
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"That's what I was asking for. Would there be any sticks around here? I know it's the dead of winter but..."
She trailed off with a sigh and a response to Gray, "I need 2 Sticks for arms and a carrot nose!"
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GRAYSON HANSON
Sixteen & Trans Male & Residing in Flintlock Lodge
❝and ever since seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe❞
Playing in the snow was something that Gray had always enjoyed ever since he moved to the mountains, and had been a big selling point for the boy who'd grown up on a farm. His favorite activity had been snowball fights. "Sticks are easy." He said, angling his head towards the trees that decorated the mountainside. "Carrots... I dunno how well the greenhouse has been maintained for that." With Brianna at his side, he headed downhill, stepping carefully in the snow until he arrived at the nearest tree. After a minute or so, he returned with two sticks for the snowman's arms.
[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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[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
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hayley's brows arched at the mention of a carrot nose. as much as she liked the idea of a traditional snowman, they had to worry about feeding themselves more than that  not that the carrots she'd planted were anywhere close to ready. ❝i've been maintaining it,❞ she said, more so as a reassurance to gray, though her eyes shifted to shiloh, ❝but no carrots ready. you could use a little piece of stick, maybe?❞
[spoiler=「 high water and a devils daughter 」  12.09.2018]
NAME hayley chase.
 hayley, hay.
 no middle name.
AGE twenty-three.
 born 04.01.2015.
 ages real time.
 pregnancy progresses double time.
ALLEGIANCE member of flintlock lodge
 formerly a loner.
GENDER female.
 cisgender.
 female pronouns.
FACELCLAIM phoebe tonkin.
 voice claim.
 six feet tall, hayley possesses a naturally scrawny figure from childhood malnourishment and even as an adult, she rarely gets proper nutrition. she has a mane of brunette hair with natural caramel highlights among the waves, falling halfway down her back, though her hair is typically put into a ponytail or a bun when outdoors, while left down while inside. her skin is a warm, olive tone, and her eyes are an almond shaped hazel. she has pretty, angular features and a charming smile when she chooses to show it.
 eighteen weeks pregnant reference.
HEALTH 95%.
 slightly fatigued and overall stressed about her pregnancy, but otherwise healthy.
please note that the way hayley acts depends on who you are, and different people will receive different traits from her.
POSITIVE TRAITS adaptable, bright, broad-minded, capable, careful, caring, charming, clever, considerate, courteous, decisive, dependable, determined, diligent, disciplined, dynamic, efficient, fair, flexible, focused, generous, hard-working, helpful, honest, independent, innovative, intuitive, liberal, organized, perceptive, persistent, persuasive, practical, protective, rational, reliable, resourceful, responsible, versatile, well-read.
NEGATIVE TRAITS abrasive, aggressive, blunt, callous, calculating, caustic, cold, coarse, compulsive, cunning, detached, fixed, harsh, hostile, impatient, intolerant, judgmental, opinionated, over critical, prejudiced, stubborn, tense, vindictive, withdrawn.
STATUS single.
 bisexual, no preference.
 unnamed man, father of her child.
 no interests.
 not particularly looking.
LOCAL RELATIVES her unborn child.
 parents unknown.
 siblings unknown.
 pregnant with her first child.
BATTLE TAGS tag when interacting, bold #814638 interaction/attack.
 8/10 physically.
 8/10 mentally.
 typically carries a shotgun.
 peaceful powerplay allowed, may not always be well received.
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She grinned at the sticks being handed to her. "Thanks," she murmured, her eyes meeting his. Her smile began to disappear as she turned to Hayley. She knew it was childish but...she wanted this snowman to be perfect. Normal snowmen didn't have stick noses, or uneven arms. At least not in her mind. "A-Alright." She snapped off a part of one of his armes before sticking the chunk between his mouth and eyes. She then jammed the two sticks into either side of the middle snowball. Uneven arms, uneven arms, uneven arms... She couldn't stop staring at them, the sight of the asymmetry made her skin crawl. Breathe...breathe...breathe...mom and dad told you not everything would be perfect. You know this. Her thoughts drowned out her vision of Hayley and Gray, all she could think about was drawing in shaky breaths and averting her attention away from the snowman.
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