[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
He'd... gotten separated from Johannes and Narin after walking off to talk to Advay, and on the way home the teen had gotten hopelessly lost, ending up drawing near the Badlands, only a couple miles from their city. He heaved a frustrated sigh and sat down, giving his feet a rest. "Nice going, Gray." He muttered to himself, knowing he'd probably have to find help soon.
[member=3338]MARGAUX D.[/member]
[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
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:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold marg shouldn't have wandered so far, but she did, and she ended up here. at the voice of someone she didn't recognise, she took out her .9mm, and pointed it at him. it wasn't loaded, but intimidating nontheless. " stop. who are you?" the french girl would ask.
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[align=center] AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
Gray froze when he heard a strange, accented voice. He looked up and found a gun pointed at him. Fuck. Ok, stay calm, then calm her. "Easy there - I'm already stopped." His ass was on the ground, after all. "Name's Gray. Grayson Hanson if you want the whole thing. I'm just lost, you can put the gun down." He was probably near someone's territory - he had a similar reaction to strangers near the Lodge, though he didn't go pointing guns at them until he knew they were a threat. And Gray? He was a scrawny teenager already on the ground - the most he could do would be to slash at someone's ankles with his machete.
[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
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:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold she would stare at him, scowling slightly. he didn't seem dangerous, but you could never be too safe, right? " stand." she commanded, hazel eyes narrowed.
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[align=center] AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
Gray sighed loudly, getting to his feet and holding up his hands, though he wound up standing within arm's reach of the gun, making it so any attempts to shoot him likely would not go well. "I'm not here to cause trouble, wherever here is. I'm just trying to get home." He waved his hand, gesturing for her to lower the gun.
[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
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:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
she kept the gun raised, moving to try and give him a pat down to make sure there were no bombs and such strapped to him.
/tired sorry
[align=center] AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
//it's fine!
He might wear loose clothing, but it wasn't to hide weapons or bombs. He wore loose clothing for the same reason he didn't let Advay hug him earlier, and for the same reason he reacted the way he did when Margaux tried to pat him down. Instinct took over and he attempted to grab the underside of the gun's barrel and shove it up, aiming it at the sky, while simultaneously slamming the point of his elbow into the inside of Margaux's elbow. The goal was to disarm her - and of course, prevent her from patting him down. "What the fuck?!" Whether he was successful in disarming her or not, he'd appear shaky. "I'm not here to hurt anyone!" Unless they went after him first, and in his eyes, she had.
[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
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:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold as soon as the barrel was grabbed, she would aim to grab his wrist and twist it behind his back, growling softly. " you say you will not hurt anyone, yet you become nervous and attack me at a simple pat down." she snapped. " i will give you ten seconds to explain, Ta créature insipide."
/translation: you tasteless bitch
sorry, marg is an ass. once she sees he isn't a threat she'll calm down
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[align=center] AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
As Margaux tried to twist his wrist, he aimed to bring his knee up and slam it into where ever he could land it[b] - probably near her groin, since instinct was taking over. [b]"A stranger tries to grope you without a word - you honestly saying you'd react any different?" He spat, resisting the urge to grab his machete. He'd tried to disarm her instead of jerking away because he didn't want to be shot - going for his sword was probably a good way to get her to shoot him, though. He tried to squirm out of her reach.
//it's fine! Gray is. not much better tbh, he'd probably be cursing her out if she didn't have the gun
he doesn't like people touching him. at all. unless he knows them and doesn't run the risk of getting found out as trans
[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
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:
 Bio v.1[/spoiler]
[align=center] ————IF YOU NEED ME, I'LL BE GONE———— ——
i'm looking for a good time on my own, i'm all alone ——
★ leave this here when the days are cold and the cards all fold she felt the knee his her stomach and all of the air left her legs. she made a pained noise but did her best to stay standing. " look, man, i was patting you down to find bombs!" she snapped. " let me do that and you won't be in danger! keep struggling and i'll shoot you!"
/this poor smol boi
marg will help
she loves everyone
except assholes
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[align=center] AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
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