「 hit me like a hurricane love 」 — stepping up

[HAYLEY]

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☁  she had hardly slept the night before. hope had to be fed around the clock, and every time her eyes drifted shut the egg timer buzzed for another feeding. if it wasn't feeding, then it was the newborn crying; she needed her diaper changed, she wanted to be held, she just felt like it. as much as hayley loved her daughter, there was no way in hell she was subjecting herself to motherhood for another child.

but she wasn't tired. comparitively, hardly slept was a hell of a lot more than no sleep. she woken early for another feeding, gotten herself a glass of tea, watched the sunrise. another feeding, she took a bath, got dressed, then another feeding. it was work, but it was for hope, and she'd cut an arm off for her child's well being.

it was around noon, when hope was well fed and tucked in for a nap, hayley was as well rested as she'd been in the last week, and she made her way down into the main, hugging her cardigan close to her frame. ❝flintlock,❞ she called out, hazel gaze shifting around the room, ❝can everyone please gather for a meeting?❞

she watched as people filled into the room, leaning against a chair as she waited but not quite sitting. once it seemed enough had made their way in, she cleared her throat, crossing her arms low on her frame against the cold of the morning. ❝i've been here for a while. when i got here, i was pregnant and desperate for a home, for somewhere to raise my daughter, and you all have helped me build a place i'd be proud to see hope live her life. i want to watch my daughter grow up feeding chickens and making snowmen and spending holidays here, in this place, with you people.

❝but we don't have a leader. for a while, it wasn't really an issue. the badlands, northstar district, they didn't have leaders either. but now they do. and i don't want to say it makes them a threat, but it does make them dangerous. there's someone in charge, making decisions, and if they make a decision against the lodge, right now we have no one to call the shots.❞

and here came the part that sort of made her stomach cramp and twist. ❝if no one wants me to lead, then i'm okay with that. but if you all will have me, i'd be honored to try to keep you guys safe, happy. i have a newborn daughter, and i can tell you all right now, my loyalty to you all mirrors my loyalty to her. you've all become a family to me over the last few months, you've all been kind to my child, and it's something i'm forever grateful for.❞ stuffing her hands in her pockets and releasing a breath, she glanced around. ❝so, does anyone disagree? have questions?❞

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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❞

Truth be told, being in any group without Johannes felt odd. Flintlock, especially, seemed to be missing something. Sure, he knew exactly where that something was, but still. It wasn't that what was here in its place was bad, or anything, it was just not what he'd grown used to, grown comfortable with. Weirdly.

He's almost glad that no one's in charge, though he dislikes the disorganization. Thinking about someone else taking charge... It's weird to him. And now there's someone calling a meeting - Hayley, who goes on and on before saying that she's stepping up as leader. That was fine with him, she seemed pretty levelheaded aside from doing things she probably shouldn't (being a lumberjack, going down the mountain, etc) be doing pregnant. Even if it wasn't fine by him, what grounds would he have to object? He wasn't a Lodger anymore, just someone that was hanging around until the weather cleared up enough for him to go back to Moorland. "Alright."

[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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