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It had been a long time since their last trading trip with St. Peters. The last time Johannes had been here it was to meet with Arlo. And now--would he see his sister? He had to. She had to--she'd told him. She wanted to talk. They couldn't, not when she'd come to the lodge. She'd had to go back, and he'd spent the past few weeks feeling...almost desperate. After fourteen years it was hard to contain himself. Externally, though, it didn't actually seem to be affecting him. He was stammering more than usual, maybe. But he felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest, fear mixed with attachment he didn't want to exist.
But this was, first and foremost--diplomacy. Trading. Not a reunion. He had to remember that. Narin and Gray had come along, and they'd brought what little they had in surplus. No one individually seemed interested in trading, so today it was just for basic supplies. Fresh food, hopefully; Johannes needed plants for the greenhouse, and one day they'd be able to sustain themselves fully. They had some rabbit pelts, some dried meat. Some extra tools and firewood; the kind Flintlock was never in short supply of.
Sinking fast,
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.3;;"][align=center]WHEN PREMISE EXPLODES AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SHAKE
[sup]played by firebird updated 7/15/2017; everything added  links?[/sup]
• JOHANNES ANGELICUS || JOH/JOE (yo or jo pronounced)
• agender (he/him) / ace and greyromantic / single
• 28 && ages whenever i feel like it
• If you have any tropes or something, they go here??
• Generation _1_ / Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus / parents deceased / Katja Angelicus (older sister) | Aida Angelicus (niece)
• Dictator of Flintlock Lodge
• No romantic relationships
• Friends with Rudolf
• Johannes is asocial and has a hard time chatting; though he doesn't dislike people exactly, he's anxious in conversation and has an anxious stammer. It's easy to knock him off balance. However he is rather placating in conversation and tends to just listen and agree.
• link to biography
• link to pinterest board • link to playlist
• if you have any other links, put them here??
• HUMAN | HEALTH: 90/100
• APPEARANCE, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum.
• ACCESSORIES, SHORTER PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis.
• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci.
• ANY DEVELOPING TRAITS OR INFORMATION GO HERE?? SMALL PARAGRAPH.
ran from his sister at 14 when she poisoned their parents, who were starving them
has pervasive developmental disorder
• 85/100 PHYSICAL | 60/100 MENTAL | 80/100 POWER DEFENSE | 65/100 P. OFFENSE
• Difficulty is determined on a basis of skill, with an opponent of the same size and life experience, and without the use of powers. Will obviously fluctuate with different opponents.
• STR: 9/10 PER:8/10 END: 9/10 CHR: 5/10 INT: 7/10 AGL: 6/10 LCK: 5/10 FOR OPPONENT OF SAME SIZE
• Talk more about this skills here.
• Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed. AND ANY ATTACK NOTES.
[align=center][size=8pt]As their one and only trade manager, Advay was often on the move constantly. Covered in clothes and with his dogs following around him happily, he approached the small group of Lodgers. "H-h-hello," he greeted, his tone confident but his body language uncomfortable. He wrung his fingers together, his new boots clicking against the ground as he walked. He'd found them stuffed under a fallen shelve in one of the nearby department stores. They were probably for girls, but they fit well and they kept his feet dry...not to mention they were leather, and he looked hot in leather. He almost smiled at the thought, looking down at the pointed toes, then back up at Johannes and his group. "I-I'm Advay, um, i-if you're here to tr-trade would you li-like to come in?" There was no use in standing out here when they could go to the Cosco and have them all set their items down and ponder through the shelves should they please. Advay was quite proud of the organization progress he was making in there. You could tell which department was hygiene and which was food now. The clothes they had in stock were all organized by color, size, and whether they were heavy or light clothing. He still had to go through a lot of their minimal tools, but thanks to Winnie, wherever she was, and her garden, they had plenty of little sprouts and seeds that were going to be at the ready, not to mention what they'd already stocked up on. Oh, wait, he knew two of these guys.
The one was the leader, had something to do with Katja, if he recalled, and then the small kid, the guy who was there when Advay'd visited.
Narin jogged behind Johannes, her stark blue eyes critical but not unnecessarily though. She stood a few paces behind the leader of the Lodge, her hands lazily shoved into the pockets on her jeans. Around her waist was a belt that held her gun holster, and the handle of the pistol was peeking out of it. That wasn't for any Lodgers though, that was just for anybody they might encounter journeying back and forth.
She observed the person who approached, a few dogs on their heels; did they breed dogs around here? Hmm.. Maybe she could convince Johannes to let her get one, or maybe she'd trade some of her canned peaches for one. She hadn't brought anything that was worth much though, so she doubted she'd be able to get one. Oh well, she could come back later.
"Hey." Narin greeted in response to their stuttered but confident hello. "Nice to meet you, I go by Narin. And that sounds good- you fine with that, boss?" She asked, glancing at Johannes. She didn't bother to ask Gray's opinion, since she knew the relatively vocal teen would voice it anyways.
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[align=left][justify][sub]He had remembered Katja taking three members to the Lodge to offer a trade. Recalling that he, Cecil, and Advay had tagged along, thankfully not encountering another mishap of an angry man who seemed only emotional of his own insecurities. It was pitiful. Now, weeks later, their leader had disappeared. Where could she have gone? He knew that some Petersburgians tended to explore the city at times, but not for this long. All day, he couldn't find any trace of her. It was as if she hadn't existed at all. Could this mean he was their new Legislator? Him, leading a whole group that would look up to him for guidance. Was he really ready for this responsibility? Wolfbite exited from the Costco, heading out of the alleyway to spot Johannes and Narin as soon as he approached the cracked streets. "Johannes? Is there something you need?" he asked as he advanced toward the trio - having spotted Advay - his critical, chocolate eyes gazing at the Lodgers.
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I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE ﷽-â€â€Ââ€â€Â-–-PINTEREST&STORAGE&BIOGRAPHY--–-â€â€Ââ€â€Â﷽ as part of bearbones, you have been vored
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
Gray had brought up the rear of their little party, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie as they usually were. His eyes - one might even say his namesake; he'd been looking in the mirror when he'd chosen his new name, Diana standing behind him - swept around the terrain, landing on Advay. Hey, that was the guy who'd asked about Moksha, wasn't it? He glanced at Johannes and Narin, figuring they had it under control. The teen then moved towards the man flanked by canines. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]General:
▪ 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.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ 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 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.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
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
[align=center][size=8pt]Advay frowned slightly, glancing back at Wolfbite for a moment and then reaching down to pet Africa, who had butt up against his leg. Gray approached, and Advay took a step back, looking quite cautious. What was this about? Maybe they were looking for something specific? "Um...sure. Here or..." he avoided eye contact, shuffling his feet a little. "Alone or..." Maybe it was something personal they wanted to trade for. Advay was new at this, so he wasn't sure. He made a quick glance at Wolfbite, as if to see if it was all okay.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
Gray shifted his weight, Advay's apparent discomfort making him feel more awkward. "Can't say it matters to me." He said, glancing at Africa. "It'll just take a minute or two."
//rushed + low muse, but yeah I'm down for a private thread c:
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]General:
▪ 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.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ 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 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.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
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
[align=center][size=8pt]Advay was almost always uncomfortable...between the heat of his clothes and being too self conscious to take the layers off, that was only half. The other half was a mental thing. He knew he could, but his brain still refused to accept that speaking to people was okay. "O-okay, um...W-wolfbi-bite I'll be ri-right back," he said, turning and starting off further into the territory, off down a street just to walk and perhaps talk.
Advay. Johannes recognized him, and gave a quick nod. Something about the man....was familiar. He wasn't quite sure what, but something nagged at the back of his mind. Still, trade was on his mind--trade and more. He glanced back at Narin, giving another nod. "Yeah. We're here to trade, ah--" His words trailed off as he saw Wolfbite, feeling a bit of worry in the pit of his stomach. He had to admit--he'd expected to see Katja by now. Still, that was all right. It'd happen, he just needed to stay calm. "Yes, ah--we're here to trade, for...supplies. We--we need some....well, we're looking for food, mostly. Or -- plants. Seeds. Anything fresh, if you have anything to spare. We have wood and--rabbits." He coughed, grimacing. They weren't the most well-stocked group out there.
"And I wanted--I mean, I was hoping to speak to...Katja. Your legislator. She's here, isn't she?"
Sinking fast,
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.3;;"][align=center]WHEN PREMISE EXPLODES AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SHAKE
[sup]played by firebird updated 7/15/2017; everything added  links?[/sup]
• JOHANNES ANGELICUS || JOH/JOE (yo or jo pronounced)
• agender (he/him) / ace and greyromantic / single
• 28 && ages whenever i feel like it
• If you have any tropes or something, they go here??
• Generation _1_ / Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus / parents deceased / Katja Angelicus (older sister) | Aida Angelicus (niece)
• Dictator of Flintlock Lodge
• No romantic relationships
• Friends with Rudolf
• Johannes is asocial and has a hard time chatting; though he doesn't dislike people exactly, he's anxious in conversation and has an anxious stammer. It's easy to knock him off balance. However he is rather placating in conversation and tends to just listen and agree.
• link to biography
• link to pinterest board • link to playlist
• if you have any other links, put them here??
• HUMAN | HEALTH: 90/100
• APPEARANCE, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum.
• ACCESSORIES, SHORTER PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis.
• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci.
• ANY DEVELOPING TRAITS OR INFORMATION GO HERE?? SMALL PARAGRAPH.
ran from his sister at 14 when she poisoned their parents, who were starving them
has pervasive developmental disorder
• 85/100 PHYSICAL | 60/100 MENTAL | 80/100 POWER DEFENSE | 65/100 P. OFFENSE
• Difficulty is determined on a basis of skill, with an opponent of the same size and life experience, and without the use of powers. Will obviously fluctuate with different opponents.
• STR: 9/10 PER:8/10 END: 9/10 CHR: 5/10 INT: 7/10 AGL: 6/10 LCK: 5/10 FOR OPPONENT OF SAME SIZE
• Talk more about this skills here.
• Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed. AND ANY ATTACK NOTES.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
Being unwilling to part with his layers was something that Gray could relate to, as seeing the young man without his hoodie and jeans or something equally concealing was an extreme rarity. And while there were no mental blocks preventing him from interacting with people, he had plenty of other mental blocks that didn't come up very often. "Back in a minute, Chief." He told Johannes, heading after Advay.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]General:
▪ 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.
▪ Nearsighted.
▪ 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 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.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
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
![[Image: imageedit_25_7806567549_by_jessekamokazi-dbn4gv7.png]](https://orig13.deviantart.net/c09c/f/2017/254/6/3/imageedit_25_7806567549_by_jessekamokazi-dbn4gv7.png)