07-27-2017, 06:12 PM
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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
The youth's weekly task this week was to either hunt, collect berries or fish. He opted to more or less do the first two things. He'd borrowed a rifle from one of the other members, but he had to supply his own powder and bullets. Luckily, he'd been collecting such things for a while, as they were valuable in a trade and you never knew when you might pick up something to use them with. Gray brought his machete too, of course, strapping that to his hip along with a small cotton bag he'd use should he come across any edible plants (not just berries).
He'd also stocked half a box of matches, a nearly dead flashlight, a compass, a depleted med-kit and a strip of dried meat, should he end up unable to get back by nightfall. Gray spent plenty of time outdoors, so he knew where the animals were around the close vicinity of the Lodge, but on a day like today, with a clear sky and warm weather (as warm as it got up here, anyway), he was going to go beyond the fence. Let the animals that were as familiar to him now as the humans live, at least until there was no other choice in the coming winter, that's what he was thinking. Besides, he was looking forward to seeing what was out there.
Gray almost left by himself, but stopped near the front door. He probably ought to at least invite the other residents of the Lodge, and if not that tell them he was going out. Normally he wouldn't tell anyone where he'd be going, but today he planned on going into unfamiliar territory. "I'm goin' hunting past the fence, if anyone wants to join me." Wait a minute or two and see if anyone cares, then go.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
The youth's weekly task this week was to either hunt, collect berries or fish. He opted to more or less do the first two things. He'd borrowed a rifle from one of the other members, but he had to supply his own powder and bullets. Luckily, he'd been collecting such things for a while, as they were valuable in a trade and you never knew when you might pick up something to use them with. Gray brought his machete too, of course, strapping that to his hip along with a small cotton bag he'd use should he come across any edible plants (not just berries).
He'd also stocked half a box of matches, a nearly dead flashlight, a compass, a depleted med-kit and a strip of dried meat, should he end up unable to get back by nightfall. Gray spent plenty of time outdoors, so he knew where the animals were around the close vicinity of the Lodge, but on a day like today, with a clear sky and warm weather (as warm as it got up here, anyway), he was going to go beyond the fence. Let the animals that were as familiar to him now as the humans live, at least until there was no other choice in the coming winter, that's what he was thinking. Besides, he was looking forward to seeing what was out there.
Gray almost left by himself, but stopped near the front door. He probably ought to at least invite the other residents of the Lodge, and if not that tell them he was going out. Normally he wouldn't tell anyone where he'd be going, but today he planned on going into unfamiliar territory. "I'm goin' hunting past the fence, if anyone wants to join me." Wait a minute or two and see if anyone cares, then go.
▪ Grayson Hanson | Gray | Formerly Aria Rivendare
▪ Masculine presenting | Identifies as male | He/Him | DFAB
 Almost impossible to tell his birth gender (get Pyre's permission before having y/c know)
▪ 15 years | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Member of the Flintlock Lodge
Relationships:
▪ Panromantic | Pansexual | Still figuring that out
▪ Single | No crushes
▪ NPC x NPC | Adopted by Diana Hanson
▪ 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
Important Facts:
▪ 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.
▪ Opinions and motivations are Gray's and Gray's alone and are not shared by his roleplayer.
Physical:
★ 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. Under his left eye he has a beuaty 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.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
Personality:
 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; reserved; restrained; stoic, abrupt; aloof; assertive; blunt; calculating; coarse; critical; cynical; distrusting; morbid; opinionated; pedantic; sarcastic; self-serving; unreliable; vindictive
Interaction:
▪ Still in training | Medium physically | Medium mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission
▪ Prefers to fight with a sword
▪ To attack, [member=2027]Gray[/member] and attack in underlined #708090
Links:
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————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——