hazy shade of winter // WINTER BALL

[pandora m.]

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[I][b]If I could turn back time
If I could find a way   

[B][I]If I could reach the stars

This dance was all part of the many activities they were hosting during this time of year, the perfect time for them to be festive she supposed. It had been going on for a while now and the most she had done was enjoy seeing everyone dressed up. It was cool, seeing everyone getting along and stuff while looking so spiffy. She probably looked more underdressed than anything, but formal events weren't her thing. This was her version of formal really.

Pandora watched with amusement from the corner she was hiding in as the song changed to a slow song, making people quickly exit the dance floor to make room for the couples that seemed to automatically flock to the floor. She also watched people ask someone and then they join in. This was definitely what school dances were like. She was just sorta swaying in her corner, watching awkward interactions and people lookin' all cute and couple-y dancing.

It got even better when people started joining with their friends, it was either really awkward or just really amusing. She leaned back against the wall and laughed, watching with amusement. Pandora wasn't one who had a lot of friends, which may surprise some people seeing how she seemed. She had a few though, but she hadn't seen them. Though that was...probably because she had said she wasn't going to this. It was sort of a last-minute choice for her to go. This outfit though? Definitely not last minute, just very simple which was a good contrast to her.

//dress
This is not good at all I apologize but hello welcome to the winter ball I'm assuming this bad boy is in the lodge there's probably some sorta refreshment table for people to be awkward near the punch bowl.  I just went with the slow song goin so feel free to do whatever with it. I'm gonna say don't really need to wait for any post order cause everyone's gonna be doing their own thing so...have fun y'all.

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[MILO.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]oh man.

milo , too , hated parties. not for the same reason that brendan hated parties , though. in fact , he enjoyed the concept: people gathering , talking , dancing. having a wholesome time . . . for once. kalief took him to plenty , in fact , however they were different than this.

it was more . . . internal feelings that plagued him. that he'd do something dumb , as if that were different from any other day. he , too , considered not going but he found himself thinking about this ball since it'd been announced a kinda ah . . . new year , new me type of thing with the exception that it wasn't even new years yet. whatever. that didn't matter. what mattered was that he was rebranding himself. no more awkward milo , not knowing what to say to the pretty girl nearest to him ( "hey , uh can we dance" awkward, weird, unattractive )  hello suave milo ( "hey let's dance" confident, bold . . . spunky )

milo wasn't new to dressing spiff. his parents owned Burberry and Gucci for christ's sake. of course since he no longer had access to those , however , finding something was a little harder. he canvased the area , attempting to avoid asking someone until when all other options ran out , he finally did. he settled for a suit that was no Burberry but was nice enough , looking at himself in the mirror for 45 minutes ball-prior imagining what he would say. particularly to pandora. eventually, how much he rehearsed should have told him how this night would go. if that wasn't a red flag, the gel should have been. he was confident enough to leave his two comfort sources in the room : casey and his handle dandy sketchpad. in retrospect , maybe all would have went better if he left the gel out of the equation.

milo , for the first hour and a half stood there , acting as milo as ever. not new milo , but the milo he attempted to leave behind. he sees pandora here and there , but never does he makes an attempt to converse ; he thought she was intimidating in jeans and a t-shirt but she was far more intimidating in a dress. he holds his punch , standing stoic , afraid if he squeezed the cup anymore it might explode onto his suit. he's so used to having a comfort source , whether casey his sketchbook or both , he attempts to find one or the other to no avail. his fingers twitch. a slow song comes on cuing what should be his moment. he moves nonetheless. great.

it's when he sees brendan does he decide to weave through the crowd. calm himself with something more familiar. brendan , too , is ostracizing himself from the crowd in typical brendan fashion. but he has to be at this party for a reason , not just because he is forced to , right ? [b]"let's dance." immediately as he says it , he begins to become apologetic as he hastily adds, [b]"I mean if you- ah- want to- I just thought since you haven't really been doing anything you'd want to just- like brotherly." he clasps his fingers together, which probably doesn't help his case. typical.

[EDMUND.]

    His glass contained a certain honey-colored liquid, Edmund's go-to for a night like this. It was Flintlock's Winter Ball to celebrate the start of a week full of festivities. It was entertaining enough; music played Christmas tunes, non-Christmas tunes, slow songs, upbeat songs, and people were dancing the night away. Except for Eddie. He didn't really dance anymore. He didn't really do anything that was fun anymore - his youthfulness had been sucked away by responsibility and a dark black hole which left him feeling hollow.

One hand was shoved in his pocket whilst the other tipped back the last of his drink. Eyes searched the crowd, noticing the many that were enjoying themselves as well as the few like him who looked like they'd rather be anywhere else. There was a time he'd join in, albeit reluctantly. He'd roll his eyes as his brothers all egged him on. A few months prior he had even woken up one morning after a party with a strange tattoo on his calf. He did know how to have fun, but that was left in the past.

Nowadays, his family tended to leave him to his own devices. Alfie was once the worst culprit, playing drinking games with his brothers or roughhousing one of them out of the blue. Now, he'd found himself with a crowd of people towards the back, offering people shots of liquor. Trust him to turn the ball into a rowdy affair. Frank was probably the most level-headed of them all, tending to steer away from anything too stupid, but even he stood with Alfie, chuckling before taking a shot.

Tommy preferred to spend time rambling to acquaintances or rushing to the dance floor to dance with Tara. A slow song came on and Ed watched as Tom and Tara went to the dance floor, hand-in-hand, with Finn sat on Tara's hip. Flapping his arms around wildly, Finn was overjoyed as his parents playfully slow danced with him included.

Ed had a wife and family, he even had a couple of pieces on the side if he ever felt particularly lonely. Yet... He still felt painfully alone as he watched the couples dance together, noting the smiles on their lips, the twinkle in their eyes. Ed's face was bland, expressionless, and eyes were dull. After a couple of moments, he turned and began to make his way out the door. He needed to go to his office to get out another bottle of his favorite whiskey; he was going to need it tonight.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 12/14]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ skipper of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⋟ mental health - 70% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray // cheating on her with multiple people
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[blake k.]

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[I]clever as the devil
and twice as pretty     

[B][I]She is a queen, her soul is royalty

  It took Blake longer to arrive than they would have liked, but the twins had to be put down for bed and someone not going to the ball to be found purely so she could ask that if they heard one of the twins wake up to get her. They'd been doing a good job sleeping most of the night but of course Blake was paranoid. So after finishing getting ready, she walked into the ball feeling very out of it and...off. Usually she hung around Eddie or Ellie, but she didn't see them there, if either even were there still.

So of course when she heard a slow song started, she was in no rush to go dance. There wasn't really anyone to dance with, that she noticed at least. Instead, Blake made her way to where Alfie and Frank and whoever else decided to join them were doing shots. At least she could do this now. Blake took a shot and looked at the two brothers [b]"I'm only half surprised to see you two here and not sweeping some poor soul off their feet" she teased, a small smirk slipping onto her lips.

//this is...bad

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[GREENIE.]

    Today had been quite some day. It was the day Green had met his daughter for the first time, an easy-going and sweet newborn baby. It could've been a miraculous moment. Father and daughter bonding together, but life couldn't ever be that easy. He wasn't cut out to be a father, and he'd made that much clear the moment Paige had fallen pregnant. He would be absent from the child's life. How could he raise a child when he still had a lot of growing up to do himself?

The Winter Ball was helpful in keeping his mind off of things. Green didn't need to think about the events of earlier whilst he spent the evening laughing and chattering playfully to groups of people. He was an easy person to get along with, a man who never found it difficult to make new friends and took it as his personal responsibility to look out for others.

And so, upon breaking away from the group he'd been socializing with to get himself a drink, his eyes fell onto Winifred stood on her own. He hated seeing her alone like that, especially when he thought that she was such a lovely person. And so, lowering his drink back onto the table, Green wandered over, a soft smile playing on his lips as brows bunched together ever-so-slightly. He held an open palm out for her to take, asking her, ❝ Wanna dance? ❞ Maybe that wasn't the best way to ask her to dance, but he'd take it.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 12/18]basics.
✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ hasn't told people that his name is vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty four // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039

appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed british accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
✫ mental health - 100%
    ¬ he's got no ailments at the moment

personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // doesn't mind risking his own life
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends

relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery // mother of his daughter
✫ has a daughter named felicity // is absent from her life

interaction.
✫ storage // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: hard // mentally: medium
✫ his weapon of choice is a bat, yet he only has it for defense
✫ also has a bow and arrow, but uses it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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[Sel]

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Selena Felix

Sel loved fancy parties, because... well, everything. She liked seeing all the fancy decorations, the gowns and the suits, the food, the drinks, the music, and of course she liked dressing up too. Basically, she enjoyed everything about it, and wasn't one to pass up the opportunity to attend one. Especially given the chance to hopefully speak with the Flintlock leadership again.

Hayley hadn't come to finalize the details of the alliance, but then Sel found out that Eddie had taken over. An interesting development, one she'd be quite interested in seeing how that affected things. What with their own history, and their family's histories, she wasn't sure if he would keep up the friendliness he'd given her on the mountain. After all, he was acting on someone else's behalf, not his own, he had to work in service of Hayley's agenda. But he'd invited her to Flintlock's winter events, so she was taking that as a good sign.

Still, she wasn't about to miss a chance to speak to the man himself, but it looked as if he was trying to make a sneaky exit. Not on her watch. "Eddie, got a minute?" She asked, drifting over to him.

//I wrote this on vc that's why it's like this

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 12/18/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 26 years 0 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, with a growing baby belly. She's about 5'4", though with a presence that makes up for her stature. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[WINIFRED.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]Alcohol was . . . wonderful.

Yeah, that sounded bad but here's an explanation: Winnie often felt as if she was stowed away inside herself; she was never a confident enough of an individual and when she heard herself speak ? It was often a mess, a disaster. She never could spill her guts, present herself in a Katniss Everdeen, an Elizabeth Bennett kind of way. But when alcohol was involved? That changed. Winifred? She was the life of the party. A bumbling mess of a woman who demanded the attention inattentively. And tonight ? It was no different.

Back at home, alcohol wasn't an option, but that didn't stop Garrett and her from sneaking it. As they watched sunrise, they'd pass a bottle of whisky back in forth until they were doing just that . . . spilling [I]their guts. All the things they were too scared to say became of little prominence at that moment: 'I love you.' 'You're the only person I trust.' 'Fuck our father.' Going home demanded that she'd act normal; but she often was too joyous to keep quiet. She was alive in that moment until she fell asleep to a spinning room and woke up with a demanding headache where she had to cook for family the next day.

She was also . . . emotional. Per and via alcohol usage. Whatever burdened her was only induced upon consumption. And so, this was no different. The party itself excited her. The atmosphere was phenomenal, love warning up a beautiful, yet crisp winter. She talks to people who don't listen, then is awkwardly forced to retract as if she were talking to herself the whole time but she wanted to talk to someone. How great would it be if she could dance with someone?

And then there he was, like the prince from the pages of a romance novel. His eyes are far more prominent under the influence, he's so much more. . . gorgeous. Subconsciously, she fixes her dress as he approaches her, a smile dancing on her lips. [b]"Greenie, hey! I-" [I]Wanna dance? Her mouth gapes as her eyes flit from his eyes to his hand, held out for her, to back. Was she Elizabeth Bennett? Yes! She wanted to scream it, but she refrained. She didn't want to appear so ready, although she wouldn't be surprised if he heard her heart beating vigorously against her chest. She wanted to seem halfhearted. "I thought you'd never ask," she deadpans, slipping her hand in his as she follows him onto the dance floor. She places her arms around him, beginning to sway to the music, allowing him to be her seldom of balance.

"I've never.... I've never been to a real party." She slurs, giggling. "It's great. Really great. Are you feeling great?"

[STIRLING-MORAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]    Alfonso was quick to peer up at the sound of Blake's voice, grinning before nudging a shot glass over to her. ❝ I'm not drunk enough for that. Just you wait, though - I'll clear the dance floor with my killer moves in no time. ❞ He said that like it was a good thing. An exciting thing to look forward to. Instead, it was disastrous, enough to make people clear away from the dance floor for their own safety. Alfie was clumsy and brutish, possibly too rough when he messed about.

Frank blinked over towards where he saw Roman before looking down at the table. ❝ I can tell you it won't be long until I'm dragged off my feet. ❞ He commented with a hint of a sly smile, Alfie rolling his eyes before nudging Frank. ❝ Go bring your boyfriend over already, you dumbass. ❞ Frank had never actually introduced Roman as his boyfriend, but he realized that it wouldn't be long before people began to catch on. And, it seemed like Alfie wasn't as dumb as he made himself out to be.

Frank raised a brow before pushing the bottle of liquor back towards his brother, teasing beneath his breath, ❝ Not sure I want him to meet you. ❞ Alfie scoffed before shoving Frank playfully, Frank stumbling back a step or two as he began to huff with laughter. ❝ Hey, asshole. ❞

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[EDMUND.]

    Edmund almost got away. Headed towards the door to make his subtle escape, his eyes low to the ground, he stopped abruptly as somebody stepped in front of him. Gaze lifted to look over at Sel, asking if he had a minute to talk. A part of him wanted to tell her that now wasn't the time - he had a whiskey bottle calling his name back in his office, but he wouldn't tell her that. Instead, he nodded his head in one short motion before responding curtly, ❝ Yeah... Yeah. ❞

Raising a hand, he rested his palm on her upper arm as he guided her to the side, flitting his eyes over to all of the celebrations further in the room, before returning his gaze back to her. Since the last time they'd spoken, there'd been some recent developments here in Flintlock, including Eddie stepping up as leader. Perhaps this wasn't the time and place for such political discussions, but in Ed's mind any time was a suitable time in his books.

❝ What would you like to talk about? ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 12/14]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ skipper of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⋟ mental health - 70% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray // cheating on her with multiple people
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[GREENIE.]

    Green had to be honest; sometimes his kindness could be mistaken as him flirting. Whilst he could've gotten away with this assumption that he was naturally flirtatious, in all honestly he couldn't actually flirt to save his life. If the intention was there, then he was a stammering yet cheesy mess. In fact, he could be borderline humiliating at times with his awkward pick-up lines and witticisms. Thank goodness he saw Winnie as nothing more than a friend, otherwise he probably would've blown his chance by now. A girl like her deserved somebody far better (and a hell of a lot less embarrassing) than Green of all people.

But, it didn't mean that he couldn't treat her kindly. Treat her as his friend. And so, he'd do just that. With his hand held out and a pleasant smile on his lips, he was relieved to receive a positive response, albeit a lukewarm one. He didn't mind. In fact, he thought the subtle indifference was quite endearing actually. Green lead her onto the dance floor, finding a space towards the middle as couples slow-danced around them. Hands lowered to rest lightly against her waist, swaying gently to the song.

Brows quirked curiously at her eager slurring, a playful grin sitting on his lips as she spoke. ❝ I'm feeling very great. ❞ He remarked expressively; adding, ❝ I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Really. You look amazing tonight, by the way. ❞ If nobody else had told her that tonight, then he ought to be the one to tell her. She deserved to hear it, after all.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 12/18]basics.
✫ vernon jeremiah green // only known as green or greenie
✫ hasn't told people that his name is vernon
✫ male // he/him
✫ twenty four // ages real time // born twenty first april
✫ leader of northstar district
✫ stepped up as leader - twentieth april 2039

appearance.
✫ faceclaim - taron egerton
✫ voice claim - taron egerton
✫ family originally comes from llanfairpwllgwyngyll in wales
✫ has a mixed british accent with a welsh and american twang
✫ 5'10ft // lean yet well-built from working out
✫ soft blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
✫ physical health - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
✫ mental health - 100%
    ¬ he's got no ailments at the moment

personality.
✫ fundamentally he has a good heart // humble
✫ very assertive // does what he can to benefit northstar
✫ has a good set of morals // cares for people unconditionally
✫ very relaxed and composed with self-assurance and confidence
✫ incredibly complacent and laid back unless he's fighting for his cause
✫ massive daredevil // is very into extreme sports
✫ fearless, stupidly so // doesn't mind risking his own life
✫ generally easy to get on with, it's difficult to dislike him
✫ doesn't think into the future // only thinks about the present
✫ dependable and very loyal to his friends

relationships.
✫ david green x cassandra griffiths // both are deceased
✫ only child // his biological father died before he was born
✫ green was orphaned when he was nine
✫ fostered by caroline and steve miles
✫ both his foster parents died when green was eleven
✫ his chihuahua and pug, midas and ginnie, are basically his children
✫ doesn't really label his sexuality // comfortable with who he is
✫ formerly dated fallon rude
✫ formerly dated paige montgomery // mother of his daughter
✫ has a daughter named felicity // is absent from her life

interaction.
✫ storage // playlist // pinterest
✫ physically: hard // mentally: medium
✫ his weapon of choice is a bat, yet he only has it for defense
✫ also has a bow and arrow, but uses it for recreation
✫ much prefers to run away // is exceptional at parkour
✫ very diplomatic and much prefers mediation rather than fighting
✫ dislikes confrontation yet will fight if need be // not a fan of close-ranged attacks
✫ foster parents taught him self-defense
✫ living on the streets turned him into a good fighter
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