PEPPERMINT WINTER — open

[BRENDAN]

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a million dreams is all it's gonna take.

It’s cold today—like, really cold—and apparently Roosty is too...concentrated on pecking at the frozen ground to even notice that the snow nearly buries his stick legs. With a soft smile, Brendan picks the rooster up gingery and huddles him in his arms, before proceeding to trudge through the snow. Sheesh, there’s a crap ton. Lowering his head a little, Brendan kisses the top of Roosty’s beak.

"You gotta be careful, bud—you can get stuck or something," Brendan nonchalantly murmurs; the chicken doesn’t respond, only twitch his head around as he gawks at the snowy landscape around them. "it’s okay, though. I love you."

Opening the door to the chicken coop, Brendan smiles as he sees the similar shapes of Pixie and Chirp, sitting inside to shield themselves—and their new fertilized eggs (or, as he used to fondly call them, chick cradles)—from the cold. He can’t see any other chicken, so he simply assumes the others have wondered out into the chicken yard. With a small sigh, he carefully sets the rooster down and watches him immediately scurry off towards the yard.

"hey, pixie, chirp——you two feeling comfy?" Brendan asks, looking up at the hens as he reaches for a bag of chicken feed; Grabbing the two bowls in front of them, he carefully pours a good amount of pellets into the dishes. "here ya go."

Turning heel, he then heads outside, smiling to himself as he sees Cheep run up towards him. Soon after, the rest of the chickens follow, circling Brendan as he heads towards the center of the pasture, pecking and scratching at the bag.

"dang, calm down, guys!" Brendan laughs, beginning to throw feed around.

Instantly, the chickens disperse, all claiming their own separate stash of feed; Brendan continues throwing a few more rounds of feed, before closing the bag tight. Weaving around the chickens, Brendan lugs the bag back into the coop, storing it away for tonight. Shoving his hands in his pockets, the teenager looks around the coop for a few seconds, before sauntering back outside and sitting on a step.

As expected, they’re still pecking around madly at the food. Cheep, in particular, seems to be picking up pellets in his beak and setting them down in front of the hens...he’s quite the ladies man, isn’t he? Rolling his eyes, Brendan allows his shoulders to droop, propping his hand up against his cheek as his elbow rests on his knee.

Snow crunching nearby distracts him, however, and he rips his eyes away from the chickens and towards the fence.

"hello?"

(( this is so long and shitty sorry fam skfndmfn && Brendan’s return to Flint was technically back in July sooooo no return thread ))

[HAYLEY]

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☁  hayley was familiar with, one might even say friends with most of the people in flintlock. in her day to day she interacted with most, had brief conversations and ran into one another. however, she was yet to really interact with one of the younger members of flintlock: brendan.

as far as she'd observed, brendan liked his chickens, and they liked him. however, he didn't seem too keen on... well, most people. or perhaps it was her fault; perhaps he was simply a shy young boy who was too nervous to try to move in on making a friendship with those who resided within the lodge. either way, when she was going to visit the chickens, she spotted the boy conversing with them, and she had to smile a bit.

❝they seem to like you.❞ she observed aloud, glancing from the chickens to the boy. ❝and you're good with them.❞ she'd add, wrapping her coat a bit tighter against her form. ❝i don't think we've formally met — i'm hayley.❞

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[Gray]

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GRAYSON HANSON
Sixteen & Trans Male & Residing in Flintlock Lodge
❝and ever since seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe❞

Gray wasn't the most sociable person on the planet. He wasn't the least, but he knew he didn't really get on well with most people, certainly not for very long. Besides, he didn't want to form any attachments to the people here, because as soon as the weather permitted, he planned on heading back down the mountain to Moorland Riders. He didn't want to make it harder on himself or anyone else than it had to be, after all.

So he was mostly keeping to himself, hunting during his waking hours and stopping more than once to gaze down at the snowy slope and wish he could just keep going, but no. He stuck to the familiar trails, where he knew where the prey was and that it was safe. Today he'd been passing by the chicken coop when he noticed that someone was tending to it. Not weird in itself, but who was tending the chicken coop caught his eye. "Brendan?" He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the younger boy - it had been a while, that was for sure.

[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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[Shiloh !]

Shiloh wasn't the best at socializing. She liked to do it, she oftentimes just didn't know how. She tried to take cues from the situations around her and go off of how other's are acting. However, when she saw the chickens near Brendan, she couldn't help but just hover near Hayley and stare at them with her mouth agape.