MOUNTAINS || open, joiner + lost kid

08-20-2017, 07:22 AM

God, was it freezing. Brendan wasn't used to this type of climate at all; back where he had lived, it was warm, sunny, tolerable. Here he was chilled to the marrow inside his bones, to the point where it felt like his very nerves were shaking from the temperatures that clung onto his skin in a vicious, vampire-like manner, but at this rate it felt as if vampires had more class than the cold. Emitting a squeaky sneeze, he sniffed, blue-gray hues lifting upward before tearing through the scenery around him. He had no clue where he was located, which scared him. A lot. He was supposed to be home, where his parents and friends were waiting, not in this frozen heck. What had turned into a quick errand to find some twigs turned into a grueling and exhausting hike through some fricken forest or whatever.

The idea of being alone scared him, really. his mother had always told him of those weird kidnapper dudes that often picked up little twelve-year-olds like him, whether it was for breakfast or whatever else he wasn't quite sure of, but it wasn't like he wanted to know. after all, there was a very slim chance that he was ever going to actually survive any of that crap. first off, he's tiny, and despite being kinda strong kinda not strong, he doubted he could throw a good punch. secondly, all someone had to do was pick him up and he was utterly defeated. third, he would rather skedaddle away from a kidnapper dude than actually try to defend himself. running away always sounded like the safer option to him, anyways.

nimble fingers grabbing hold of his backpack strap, he shuffled through the contents of the object, before pulling out a tiny card of sorts. a Pokemon card, of all things. his friend gave him a decent stock of them for his birthday a few years back, and ever since then he had kept them stowed away in his neon green backpack. Staring at the item, he blinked, a smile tugging at his lips solemnly. It was a torchic card, his favorite card, and he wasn't one to lie, especially when it came to such little novelties. he always liked chickens; they were dorky, cute, and soft, so it should be no surprise that his favorite Pokemon card had some form of a chicken on it, albeit a baby one.

Continuing onward, he released a chilled sigh, rubbing his arms nonchalantly as wispy puffs of his breath crawled through the winter-Y air. He was never alive before the apocalypse-like lifestyle had formed for humans, and yet he had heard stories from his parents of how the world was a much more friendlier and simpler place than what it was now. it sounded strange to him, really, because after all he was used to the more gritty and rusty feel of everything that surrounded him. his family had lived in a cute farmhouse of sorts, and although it wasn't the prettiest of sights, he still liked it. it was all he knew. Of course, the idea of having more than just bread or rabbit meat did sound pleasing to him and his stomach alike.

Pausing in his steps, he gazed down at the snowy trail he left behind him, worry prickling at his skin. Oh, he was praying to whatever dude there was above that there weren't any kidnapper dudes or creepy animals lurking about. Knowing his luck, there was always the chance, and that was why he began walking once more, unaware that he was headed straight toward the territory of Flintlock Lodge.

[spoiler= information | 8/20]basic information;;
- Brendan Collins | male | 12 years
- flintlock lodge | no rank | joined 8/20

relationships;;
- npc x npc | gen 1 | adopted by no one
- ½ of nothing | no crush | sexuality unknown

appearance;;
- 5'2" | always wears hat | slim
slim and short, hints of tiny muscle evident. always seen wearing his hat and occassionally backpack. brown hair, blue-gray eyes. fiddles with hands and fingers often, usually when nervous.

personality;;
- friendly | quiet | finicky | hard to get close to
friendly and polite, yet quiet. prefers to keep to himself, but doesn't shy too far away from others. hard to get close to and earn his trust, but loyal once close. finicky, worries too much, on edge around strangers. a little nerdy.

battle tags;;
- easy
would rather run or talk it out than fight. if provoked, will back off. only fights when completely necessary, even then he holds back.

other;;
- all opinions Ic
- mention ( @ ) when attacking or be ignored
- can powerplay peaceful actions
- played by hootowls[/spoiler]

Gray · 08-20-2017, 06:44 PM

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ashen · 08-20-2017, 08:42 PM

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dannychan · 08-21-2017, 01:02 AM

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]a kid. this is where his dad instincts started to kick in, and he would put his gun into its holster on his back. the large older man would get onto his knees so he would see smaller, before finally just sitting criss cross on the ground. "no need to be spooked, kiddo. we aren't gonna hurt you. in fact.. if you need something to calm your nerves, i've got a deck of cards and we can play go fish 'til you calm down." the old man would offer, smiling slightly under his mask.

NARIN · 08-21-2017, 10:26 PM

NARIN LUNA

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ashen · 08-22-2017, 09:37 PM

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NARIN · 08-22-2017, 11:35 PM

NARIN LUNA

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Gray · 08-23-2017, 11:05 PM

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MOUNTAINS \|\| open, joiner + lost kid
BRENDAN Unregistered #1 08-20-2017, 07:22 AM God, was it freezing. Brendan wasn't used to this type of climate at all; back where he had lived, it was warm, sunny, tolerable. Here he was chilled to the marrow inside his bones, to the point where it felt like his very nerves were shaking from the temperatures that clung onto his skin in a vicious, vampire-like manner, but at this rate it felt as if vampires had more class than the cold. Emitting a squeaky sneeze, he sniffed, blue-gray hues lifting upward before tearing through the scenery around him. He had no clue where he was located, which scared him. A lot. He was supposed to be home, where his parents and friends were waiting, not in this frozen heck. What had turned into a quick errand to find some twigs turned into a grueling and exhausting hike through some fricken forest or whatever. The idea of being alone scared him, really. his mother had always told him of those weird kidnapper dudes that often picked up little twelve-year-olds like him, whether it was for breakfast or whatever else he wasn't quite sure of, but it wasn't like he wanted to know. after all, there was a very slim chance that he was ever going to actually survive any of that crap. first off, he's tiny, and despite being kinda strong kinda not strong, he doubted he could throw a good punch. secondly, all someone had to do was pick him up and he was utterly defeated. third, he would rather skedaddle away from a kidnapper dude than actually try to defend himself. running away always sounded like the safer option to him, anyways. nimble fingers grabbing hold of his backpack strap, he shuffled through the contents of the object, before pulling out a tiny card of sorts. a Pokemon card, of all things. his friend gave him a decent stock of them for his birthday a few years back, and ever since then he had kept them stowed away in his neon green backpack. Staring at the item, he blinked, a smile tugging at his lips solemnly. It was a torchic card, his favorite card, and he wasn't one to lie, especially when it came to such little novelties. he always liked chickens; they were dorky, cute, and soft, so it should be no surprise that his favorite Pokemon card had some form of a chicken on it, albeit a baby one. Continuing onward, he released a chilled sigh, rubbing his arms nonchalantly as wispy puffs of his breath crawled through the winter-Y air. He was never alive before the apocalypse-like lifestyle had formed for humans, and yet he had heard stories from his parents of how the world was a much more friendlier and simpler place than what it was now. it sounded strange to him, really, because after all he was used to the more gritty and rusty feel of everything that surrounded him. his family had lived in a cute farmhouse of sorts, and although it wasn't the prettiest of sights, he still liked it. it was all he knew. Of course, the idea of having more than just bread or rabbit meat did sound pleasing to him and his stomach alike. Pausing in his steps, he gazed down at the snowy trail he left behind him, worry prickling at his skin. Oh, he was praying to whatever dude there was above that there weren't any kidnapper dudes or creepy animals lurking about. Knowing his luck, there was always the chance, and that was why he began walking once more, unaware that he was headed straight toward the territory of Flintlock Lodge. [spoiler= information \| 8/20]basic information;; - Brendan Collins \| male \| 12 years - flintlock lodge \| no rank \| joined 8/20 relationships;; - npc x npc \| gen 1 \| adopted by no one - ½ of nothing \| no crush \| sexuality unknown appearance;; - 5'2" \| always wears hat \| slim slim and short, hints of tiny muscle evident. always seen wearing his hat and occassionally backpack. brown hair, blue-gray eyes. fiddles with hands and fingers often, usually when nervous. personality;; - friendly \| quiet \| finicky \| hard to get close to friendly and polite, yet quiet. prefers to keep to himself, but doesn't shy too far away from others. hard to get close to and earn his trust, but loyal once close. finicky, worries too much, on edge around strangers. a little nerdy. battle tags;; - easy would rather run or talk it out than fight. if provoked, will back off. only fights when completely necessary, even then he holds back. other;; - all opinions Ic - mention ( @ ) when attacking or be ignored - can powerplay peaceful actions - played by hootowls[/spoiler] Reply Gray Posts:854 #2 08-20-2017, 06:44 PM [table]
	We will fight or we will fall Til the angels save us all
johannes angelicus	.
Johannes would never admit that he liked the kids of the Lodge. He found them irritating, stressful, and, well, childish. Or--that's what he said. Or what he would say, if someone asked. But in reality, it was...refreshing to see those younger in the Lodge. It was frightening--he'd seen multiple young'uns showing up on their own, in the snow. That was worrying, always, and he was eager to bring them into the lodge. Keep them safe. When he came across Gray and another, even younger kid, the dictator forgot for the moment the tension between him and the teen, and hurried over, brow furrowed in concern. He looked cold, and he was holding a little card; Johannes wasn't sure what it was. He glanced towards Gray and gave a quick nod, glancing back at the kid. "We're not gonna hurt you." He added, giving a quick shrug as he folded his arms.	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
	Kids were important, crucial, hell even more valuable then anything else in this fucking hellscape; that didn't mean Narin trusted herself around them. She was akin to the Big Bad Wolf, she was the villain in the eyes of plenty of kids. She was the scary kidnapper lurking in every shadow, ready to whisk you away where nobody would ever find you again. She wasn't in denial; she'd done horrible things to children. That didn't mean she particularly wanted to do them again. The woman was walking through the snow alone, the cold numbing the bite of her injuries so she didn't feel them too much. She noticed the people hovering around in the snow; Johannes, Gray and Soldier all standing near a kid she didn't recognize. She took a deep breath and approached, hoping her relatively soft soccer-mom look made her less scary. "Don't crowd them too much." Narin said as she looked at them, though her tone was light. "You must be freezing out here. You got parents? People lookin' after you?"
johannes angelicus	.
He hadn't realized how...frightening they might seem until Jack and Narin approached. Four people encroaching on a kid--four strangers, all of them armed, though he wasn't sure how visible his own weaponry was--well, he saw the way the kid backed up, and let himself do the same. He wasn't one for getting too close to people, and he was certainly not going to try and press into his personal space. "Flintlock Lodge." Narin and Jack might be trying to parent this kid, but that wasn't really the dictator's strong suit. "It's a ski lodge. There's a lot of people living there. You're Brendan. I'm--I'm Johannes." His voice was deadpan; he wasn't smiling by any means but he did seem a bit less...grumpy than usual. His voice was smoother and more confident, too--not much in the way of stammering, for once.	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
	Narin bit her lip as the kid seemingly got upset at her question, and stumbled back nervously. Was he running from something, or just lost?Whatever it was, Johannes looked ready to bring him into the fold. "Brendan's a good name." Narin commented. "Like Johannes said, we're from the Flintlock Lodge and we live around here." She repeated, wanting it to be clear to the kid. "I'm Narin." "You ah, here." Narin said as she pulled off her bluish-grey winter coat to offer it to him. Underneath she was wearing a thick charcoal-black shirt, which wasn't much to protect her but she'd get through it. "-You look half frozen." She muttered under her breath to try to justify the action. He was still quite far away from them, but she didn't want to toss it into the snow where it'd get soaked so she just reached out and offered him the chance to come and take it. It was.. Pretty awkward, but she was new to this whole being friendly thing.
	We will fight or we will fall Til the angels save us all
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