BUT I AM QUITE SMALL [Return] AND I NEVER QUITE HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER

[Gray]

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It had been two years since he'd been to Flintlock Lodge, a mission to escort Mixie safely to the Lodge turned into getting trapped by a blizzard. He'd made the best of it, as much as he was likely to make the best of any situation with no escape, anyway. He hadn't wanted to be there, he wanted to go home to Torrin and Johannes. Eventually he had, and he hadn't looked back.

Until Torrin decided to go back. And as much as Gray would rather stick to the nice peaceful life he had with the comprehensive list of people he could tolerate long-term (all two of them), he couldn't do that if his boyfriend was off galivanting around their old stomping grounds.

He supposed there were worse things than going back to Flintlock. At least there were good memories to balance out the bad ones. More or less.

"Torrin, slow -" Despite being able to run his mouth a mile a minute, he couldn't get the words out in time before he smacked into the door. "You okay?" He asked, finally catching up with Torrin and standing beside him before regarding the door. "What do you bet they changed the locks to keep us out?" He shot a glance back at the dogs; Brianna had gone to lean against Bella, her thin coat doing little to protect her from Flintlock's spring chill.

[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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[blake k.]

Hearing a slam on the door was the last thing she wanted to hear, but the first thing she would have to investigate. She had a knife on her, usually did, so she wasn't worried about defending herself. Instead, she waited a moment to see if anyone would come in - thinking it could be someone getting snow off their boots the worst way - so when no one came in she went to the door.

She opened the door, coming face-to-face with two former members who she wasn't sure how they got all the way up here without being stopped. "Can I help you two?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe as to block their way in for now, her arms crossed over her chest as she glanced between the two. Her eyes then went beyond the two, as if trying to figure out who was slacking off in letting them get all the way to the lodge.

"Did anyone try to stop you two on your way up?" if yes, someone was going to be in trouble.
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Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise — general
▪ Blake Adrian Kegan | Blake, Blakie | open to nicknames
▪ AFAB | Identifies as Genderfluid | she/they
▪ 23 | Born July 26th | ages real time
▪ combat | member of Flintlock Lodge

Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised — physical
♦ Health: 100%
— They stand at 5'9" with semi-long wavy ginger hair. She has a rose tattoo and a few scars from past events. She's closer to an athletic build and is on the thinner side. She has an Australian accent as she's originally from Adelaide, Australia.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it — important events
— 4/1 Had Xena
— 12/05 Lost her best friend, Alfie
— 7/26 Celebrated her 23rd birthday
— 5/31 Had Keiron and Louis; The "Hell Twins"

Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it — personality
— I like to think Blake is a good example of the whole "strong, independent woman" thing even if she doesn't identify as a woman. She has a short temper and what I gently put as homicidal tendencies. She will gladly fight someone, regardless if they're bigger than her or not. However, she's also rather maternal and is more likely to protect a child than anything. Her maternal side has massively shown itself since the twins were born, though that leaves her more violent side to be overlooked or forgotten.
— Maternal, "Strong Independent Woman", Protective
— Violent, Homicidal Tendencies, Short Tempered

I'm headed straight for the castle — relationships
▪ Ryan Kegan x Katherine Kegan
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Polyamorous
▪ It's complicated | Crushing on one | Maybe Crushing on no one
    ↳ Involved with Danny Hargrove
▪ Ex-wife of Edmund Moray
    ↳ cheated on her
▪ Mother of six
    ↳ Thomas and Charlotte Moray (2yrs)
    ↳ Louis and Keiron Stirling-Kegan (10m)
    ↳ Xena Hargrove (0m)
    ↳ Guardian to Danny's son, Cade (9yrs)

They wanna make me their queen — interaction
— Physically very hard | Mentally intermediate
— Uses compound bow and arrows
— Also skilled in hand to hand combat
— No killing and ask before major injuries or major interactions
— To attack, [member=9567]Noccy[/member] & attack in #B34600
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[Gray]

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Getting up the mountain undetected was pretty easy for Gray, he knew the terrain better than the back of his hand, knew how to distinguish different snow crunches. He knew what Torrin sounded like, what the dogs sounded like, what a deer sounded like, a patrol or the lone wanderer. Dodging anything he didn't want to see was easy enough, and dragging Torrin along was something he'd gotten very good at over the past few years.

Ah, the door was open, and there was a woman standing there. She looked... sort of familiar, but connecting with his fellow human beings hadn't been high on his priority list the last few times he was here. Still, it was good to see a familiar face."Well, you've already got the door open." He remarked, edging closer to Torrin. "How about letting us in?" He was used to being on his feet and hiking for hours on end, but he was still human and they hurt.

He cocked his head to the side, his tone shifting to be faux concerned and friendly. "No. Should they have?" Never mind that he'd deliberately dodged every patrol that nearly encountered them. He wanted Torrin to have ample time to change his mind about coming back here.

[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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Torrin grunted, smiling up at Gray with the bright blue eyes he’d grown notorious for. ”Aw man, I sure hope n—“ He jumped at the sound of the door opening, staring at the individual in front of her, before it was... Bella that seemed to recognize her with a lofty wag of her tail. It only took another second for Torrin to catch on. ”Oh, shit, Blakie!” It wasn’t with the squeaky toy voice of the past that he addressed her with, but even through the raspy tenor it’d become it held the same amount of sunshine and affection. ”I missed you! You can help me right now in this moment by giving me a big hug.  C’mon, how about it?” The short king opened his arms wide, patting his chest and nodding like he was just the coolest. Oh, yes. Torrin Latimer was back in business.

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. REF. BIO ✯

#psychosocial.

[Torrin Latimer]

TORRIN LATIMER

✯ I'M TAKING BACK THE CROWN

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A boy and his dog. It had always been the boy and his dog. Five feet and two inches of sunshine and love, with a habit of flaking and only telling close loved ones. At least ... At least he had a reason this time.

It had been... Three? Four? Less? More? Years. It had been a long time. Bella was a little lankier and a little greyer, and Torrin was...

Well, Bella was Bella. Torrin was... Almost unrecognizable, to the untrained eye. Perhaps he was not muscular by any drastic meaning of the word, but the boy had certainly filled out these past few years. Clearly, wherever he had been had been treating him well. He’d had access to HRT, somehow. Torrin rounded a corner; the corner or the lodge came into view, and his heart stopped.

Home.

Oh my god. Torrin Silas Latimer was home. He sprinted the last few paces, _slamming_ into the door.

If there was doubt before, it was definitely evident now. This was Torrin for sure.

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✯ MALE. FLINTLOCK. MEDIUM. REF. BIO. ✯

#psychosocial.