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Six sat carefully on the end of her bed, her door left ajar and chief busy cleaning his paws on the carpet by her feet - in her hands was the katana blade she'd carried with her for two years now, a weapon that unlike the rifle she knew how to wield somewhat, since she was mostly self taught - she hadn't exactly had any friendly faces to help teach her, most would probably want her weapons and what little she had, it was why she'd made the choice to pick up the blade when before and now still she disliked violence.
But it had become necessary.
Idly she inspected the blade - still sharp as ever - she wouldn't be a fool and discard it just because she'd found a home, there were still other groups out there, ones that might take one look at the lodge and decide to try and take it for themselves.
For all her anxieties and lack of self confidence, Six wouldn't let that happen.
she still didn't know everyone here very well, but they'd let her in and accepted her, helped her when they didn't have to - and she would repay that in blood if need be.
Six sighed before sheathing the blade, laying the sheathed sword across her lap again while she idly ran her fingers across the black surface of the sword's encasement.
Idly she wondered whether she should name her sword - like those people did in those old shows, she and mom used to watch, the thought brought a sad smile to her lips, bare as her face was when in her room.
Chief was grumbling to himself on the floor, she reached down briefly to pet him before straightening up to stare contemplatively at her sword again.
[ [member=3693]A. HUX[/member] ]
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[size=2]Female | Autistic (Aspergers) | dragon dagger & Katana | Biography | @Luciferr | art mine.
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Hux knew well about anxieties and lack of self confidence. It was for a different reason than Six, however. His had come from constantly being berated into compliance by an abusive Father. Hers came from... Well, many things he didn't know about, since he'd never really talked with the other enough to learn such things. Still, if he knew, he would probably try to help. Maybe they could help each other. That sure would be a nice thought. To actually have a friend here who he could help and could help him.
Hux had been wandering around the lodge, his small cat Millie weaving in and out of his feet. He was humming softly, looking around for his room. He still wasn't really sure where everything was in the lodge, so he spent lots of time wandering. He squeaked softly as Millicent bolted from under his feet and into the closest room, which just happened to be Six's. The cat instantly came to a standstill as she saw Chief, and Hux quickly rushed in, eyes wide.
As he gathered Millie up into his arms, he looked at Six and said softly, blue eyes slightly wide behind him glasses, "Uhm, sorry about this. I was looking for my room. Didn't mean to have Millicent burst in." His eyes then flicked down to the sword she had, tilting his head curiously. It looked really nice.
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
she looked up from contemplating her sword to spy another cat come through the door, followed by the teen from earlier - Armitage Hux, she remembered that from when Jack had been talking to him before.
She smiled briefly - visible with the her half mask seated on the table to her side, snarling at nothing in its affixed expression - as the cat stopped before the kitten, though when Armitage apologised she waved her hand briefly with a shake of her head.
Uncomfortable as she as when her spaces got invaded - she had left the door open, so this was on her head really.
[b]"no, s'okay - she was probably drawn to Chief here" she motioned to the kitten by her feet, the small marbled tortoiseshell had shifted to hide behind one of her legs and mowed softly at the stranger in what sounded like an attempt to be brave - This was Chief's territory, he had to protect strange big sister from the invaders!
She reached down to pat him softly on the head - the kitten purred loudly at the touch - she looked up at Armitage again "you're Armitage right? I - I was there when you joined, hm, I'm Six" she stuttered slightly, shrugging at her name as if to dismiss the obvious question of it being so odd.
She'd heard what he'd said that day - and she hated the idea of what had happened to him, she always thought the worst monsters she'd come across were the bandits that happen on her way - she'd never thought ones own family could be such horrible beasts.
She didn't like thinking that family could do that to each other - and she could hardly blame him for what he'd done in response.
wringing her hands slightly over her sword when she saw him staring at it, she shifted to hold it up slightly "s'my katana - it's kept me alive this long" her smile was thin, a reflective action of her nerves when talking - or trying to talk to people anyway.
She wanted to find friends here - but social things had never been her strong suit, still she would persevere, if nothing else no one could say she didn't try - in the pause she looked back at the sword again, tracing patterns on the black surface.
"did you want to hold it?" she asked, hands fidgeting briefly "careful though, it's not dulled a day since I've had it" she added in case he did - it wasn't like her to offer but this place was home now and these people would be, would be fam- inwardly she flinched- but it was true, these people given time would be her family - it was all she could do to offer a small olive branch, trust started somewhere after all.
// this is okay right? I'm trying not to ramble too much and gdi I keep fearing I write her badly |D you write Hux beautifully though! :0
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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]/that's great!! I actually really love your writing and really the only thing I regret is that sometimes I just can't match the muse
Still holding Millie a bit awkwardly in his arms, Armi's eyes were drawn down to Chief, and they softened for a moment, from their usual icy blue to a more warm blue green. He couldn't deny his soft spot for cats, and he looked quite cute. He mumbled softly as he shifted Millicent before putting her down, watching her circle around his feet before unceremoniously sitting down on his feet, eyes trained on Chief, "Yeah, probably. I don't know if she's had kits of her own or anything like that, since I found her in the wild, but it seems like she really likes babying them." He could feel Millicent purring from below, and he chuckled a bit, wondering if she somehow knew he was talking about her.
When she introduced herself, he felt a bit of curiosity about her name, but he kept it to himself. After all, neither 'Armitage' nor 'Hux' really sounded all that normal, so he'd be a bit of a hypocrite if he said that her name was odd. He said softly, giving a nod and trying not to be so awkward. Hux wasn't really used to being in someone's room, and he instantly felt like he was standing too rigid or not being normal, "Yeah, I'm Armitage. Although, I really prefer my last name, Hux. I, uh, I noticed you at my joining. I suppose I should apologize that you.. had to see that. I didn't really think it through before I turned up all bloody on lodge territory, but... I kinda bolted after what happened with Brendol. I didn't even grab any of the weapons we had or anything."
Hux too had once thought that family was the closest thing to you, and that they would never hurt you. That had been when he had still been fun and his Mother had still been around. Before she had gotten... Sick. And Brendol had just.. left her. Said she was "too much of a liability". He remembered screaming and fighting and throwing the biggest tantrum because he was so small and weak and he was four, for fuck's sake. He didn't wanna lose his Mom. Instead he'd been left with his military crazed father who constantly blamed him for everything bad that happened to them. It had escalated from snapping at him and grabbing his wrist just a bit too hard to... Well, he didn't like to think about how bloody he had ended up in the last few years.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the gentle brush of Six's hands over her weapon, and he was grateful for the distraction, intrigued by the weapon. Brendol had only ever let him use hand weapons, but he had never used a katana before.
Armitage had never been the best at social things either. He had spent most of his life around Brendol, and the only two people he had really gotten close to besides that were Ben and Phasma, so his amount of experience was extremely limited. He hoped someday he might be able to be better at it, but for now he was still learning what made people tick. Learning how far he could push or prod until they snapped back at him, or welcomed him in.
As she offered to let him hold the katana, his eyes went a bit wide, and he shifted a little, saying quietly as he tilted his head, "Uhm, well, yes, I'd like to hold it. But are you sure about that? I know that some people are very protective of their weapons." His thoughts flickered once again to Brendol- and even Phasma. They hadn't let him touch their weapons ever, and he tended to stick to old rules, much as he tried to recondition himself.
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
She hmm'd at the mention trying to pick up chief but the little kitten was determined to evade her grip and seemingly try to protect her from those invading her room - which she honestly found adorable, her tiny lion. She eventually did manage to coax him from behind her legs, the small kitten eventually finding it in himself to stroll up and mew mightily at the larger cat - she had to stifle a smile [b]"I think he thinks he's trying to protect me" she shrugged watching the two before her gaze was drawn back to Hux.
She momentarily felt a little bad she'd refereed to him by the name he didn't prefer - she did used to hate being called by anything other than what she preferred, mostly cause it was called in mockery but still.
She shook her head then, wringing her hands as usual "ah no it's fine - I've! Ah, seen wore things" she bit her lip looking down at her folded hands before glancing up again "I'm sorry - ah, yknow for what he did to you, family shouldn't - shouldn't ever do that" she mumbled trailing off slightly, the topic clearly uncomfortable for both of them.
She shrugged again at the question "I don't mind - I trust you" she hunched in on herself - she did trust he wouldn't do anything untoward and usually she had good instincts about people, usually anyway, and she didn't think Hux would run off with it or something - it's not like you could in the lodge anyway.
"just be careful is, is all - like I said it's never dulled a day since I've had it" she smiled a little then, before shifting a little on the bed "I was actually thinking about ah naming it - like in those old fantasy stories? They always named their weapons -I ah, it's a stupid thought, I know" she averted her eyes downwards again.
"you can sit down if you'd like?" she added as an afterthought - there was a chair in the room and the bed had space to seat two - so did the spare bed from where she had yet to get a roommate.
//well she has a roommate now but this is retroactive to then , ah, a lil short sorry ^^'
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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Watching the two cats with a curiously tilted head, Hux watched as Millicent blinked slowly at Chief, looking almost amused before she moved forward to gently touch her nose to Chief's head, letting out a pleased purr. She didn't really seem intimidated by the small kitten, and instead rather pleased with herself. Hux chuckled and said quietly, tearing his eyes away from them and gently scolding himself for still having a fascination with fluffy animals like kittens, "Well, I can't really blame him for being cautious. He does seem very vicious."
When the other began to wring her hands, he tilted his head and blinked slowly, wanting to tell her that everything was okay and that she didn't have to be nervous around him, but he knew that probably wouldn't be helpful. He then heard what she was saying, and seemed to shrink back a little bit in on himself, mumbling as he sighed, "Yeah, uhm, you know. I kinda grew used to what he did, but I'm glad he's... Gone now. Hopefully I can, uh... Form new memories with a better family here." He fidgeted a little bit before reaching a hand out and motioning for the sword, heavily wanting to distract himself from this subject. He hated talking about Brendol, honestly, no matter who it was with. The man was terrible, and he didn't want anybody else having to hear about the ways he had made him suffer.
As he sat, he muttered, a small smile spreading over his face as the other talked about naming her sword, "I don't think it's stupid, it's actually kind of cool. You know, uhm, much as I hate my Father. I mean, Brendol. As much as I hate Brendol, he always did give me a kind of cool nickname. He called me 'Starkiller', and if I'm being honest, I'd probably call a weapon that if I had one. I think it'd be really neat if you name it. Do you, uh, have any ideas?"
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
she chuckled lightly - in what might have been the first time anyone had heard her laugh or chuckle at all - watching the two cats with a nod [b]"yes, he's a little lion" her lips quirked in a wavery smile that seemed to struggle briefly.
Six nodded along with what Hux said, she knew what he meant by forming new memories with a new family - she did hope the same for herself, even, even if it hurt to remember she'd never forget her actual family but it would ease her to find a new one here - and she felt that her parents and her sister would have agreed.
they'd want her to be happy.
she listened as he said he thought the idea was cool - a brief true smile finding itself at that - and nodded at what he'd said about his nickname despite it's origin from a less than stellar man - she already hated the thought of Brendol Hux and she didn't hate lightly - but she nodded "it sounds like a fine name - as for my sword, I ah, I don't know to be truthful - something with meaning maybe, do you have any ideas?" she asked, handing him the sheathed weapon.
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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Blinking a bit in surprise as the other laughed, Hux smiled a little bit, the corners of his mouth going up in a little smile. It was rare that Hux had a genuine smile either, and Six smiling made him feel... Happy. He was glad she was smiling. Glancing at the cats, he laughed softly and bounced his toes a bit, watching Millicent new loudly at Chief, in a curious way.
He hoped that Six could form a new family, and maybe he could be a part of it. She really did remind him of a sister that he'd never had. He'd sometimes wished that he had had siblings back when he was traveling with Brendol. Maybe if he'd had siblings, Father wouldn't have been so solely focused on him, and blame him for everything, and he could've had a happy family. Still, he liked not dwelling on the past. The past was sad, and he didn't wanna be sad anymore.
Clearing his throat, he gently took the weapon gratefully from Six and inspected it, his hands gently moving over the sheathe. He bit his lip before saying quietly, looking up at her and glancing her outfit over, "Well.. I'm not really the best with names, but maybe something related to dragons? Or lizards? It seems like you like them. Maybe, uh... You know that dragon that's always biting his tail? Orborous? Maybe something mythical sounding like that."
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 15 years old | unknown birthday ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | poewer-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ single | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by no one ★trusts: no one ★ 1/2 of n/a
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremrly easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
she smiled as he inspected the weapon and frowned slightly as she thought over the suggestion - true she did like dragons and the mythological angle was nice, she nodded [b]"that's true, although sometimes they call it a serpent as well as a dragon - there's quite a few dragons in myth to draw on maybe" she wrung her hands a little thinking.
"there was the giant serpent in the Norse myth, Jormungandr - or maybe Nidhogg" she mused seemingly lost in her own thoughts - there was also the fictional dragons from stories.
She blinked briefly looking over at Hux - who despite being younger than her seemed oddly more like an older brother in the ways he acted and well she wasn't opposed to adopting in family even if it still hurt to think about her own - but her musings were broken and she smiled slightly sheepishly "ah sorry - I hope I wasn't boring you with that, I ah, well I always liked mythology" it kinda vet hand in hand with liking dragons truth be told - she loved the tales of fantastic beasts.
Although she often preferred the ones where the unusual creatures of myth weren't just killed or were well actively helpful - though she'd had to turn to fictional books for more of those considering most myths were about great deeds of slaying the poor beasts.
Her eyes moved briefly to watch Chief as he hesitantly bopped the larger cat on the nose and danced away like he expected her to chase him.
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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Hux too, had a certain fondness for mythological tales and mysteries. Maybe it was just because his real life had been so dreary, and reading every fantasy book and story he could get his hands on made him lose track of all the unhappy things going on around him. Still, most of them were uplifting, and he had needed uplifting in his life. He still sorta did. But at least now he had people like Jack, and now Six, even. They were all the uplifting that he needed.
Smiling slightly at Six, he shook his head and said quietly, a pleased look on his face, "Those both sound like pretty interesting ones. And there's no need to apologize. I like stories of stuff like that. I think it'd be cool if you named your sword after something like that." He bounced on his toes a bit, and felt a sense of warmth in his chest. Seeing as he'd never really had a good relationship with his own family - with the exception of his Mother, bless her heart - he wouldn't be opposed at all to having adopted family like Six. He said quietly as he gave Six's sword one last long look of inspection before carefully handing it back, humming softly, "It really is a very nice sword. It deserve a grand name."
His attention was then dragged away by Millicent letting out a large 'mao', and chased after Chief, gently batting the younger cat playfully. A slow smile spread over his face, and he felt happy. It was adorable to watch, really, and he was glad that Milie had a friend around.
･ﾟ★ ☾ IT WAS INSANE, THE WAY WE'D ROLL, YOU KNOW THE WORLD AT LARGE IS LIKE A LITTLE RAG DOLL. WE WERE THE BIG, BAD PITBULL.
GENERAL ★ TRY TO GET OUT, BUT WE JUST KEEP STICKIN' AROUND ★ armitage mora hux | armi, starkiller ★ cis male | he/him ★ 16 years old | unknown birthday, some time around august ★ flintlock lodge ★ no former ranks ★ speaks in bold, always mobile
OTHER ★ CUZ IT IS A VERY GOOD BAD THING WE'VE FOUND ★ fierce and smart, has a bit of a power complex ★ has army aspirations because of old stories from his father, admires soldiers fiercely ★ although he tries his best to be strong, he is actually very physically weak, and though he has good fighting skills, he is easy to pin ★ his father abused and berated him, so he is constantly holding himself to a very high standard, and is prone to panic attacks when anyone starts to tear him down
APPEARANCE ★ I AM IN PAIN TO SEE THIS GO, BUT WE WERE PUTTING A HOLE IN OUR HEARTS ★ tall, pale, and skinny, he's a rather fiery redhead, and has freckles all over his face and arms and legs. despite how scrawny he is, he comes off as much more intimidating and scary due to the way he holds himsel f stiffly, especially since he's quite tall at 5'11". he's usually seen wearing a black turtleneck, and slightly stained jeans, and cracked glasses. he has many bruises around his chest and shoulders, and usually tries to keep as covered as possible, mainly because he gets embarrassed that he was ever weakened by someone. ★ physical health: 65%
PERSONALITY ★ WITH A POISON ARROW ★ determined | introvert | realist | power-hungry | strong ★ nervous | hot-headed | traumatized | quiet ★ anxious | sad | lonely | desperate ★ hard to befriend, and hard to get close to. he gets very nervous when others do get close to him, mainly because he thinks they'll hurt him ★ easily angered if his orders are challenged, and he likes being in charge ★ mental health: 55%
RELATIONSHIPS ★ IT WAS DERANGED THE WAY WE'D ROLL,
YOU KNOW THAT EVERYTHING AROUND WAS LIKE A LITTLE BITTY TOWN ★ homoromantic | a bit of a loner ★ homosexual | doesn't really have sex with anyone unless he's in love with them ★ taken by kylo ren | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes ★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by soldier 76 ★trusts: six, kylo, soldier 76 to some extent ★ 1/2 of kylux
INTERACTION ★ WE WERE THE OLD TORNADO ★ medium physically | extremely easy mentally | attack in black ★ will initiate fights if angered | will fight back fiercely, especially if cornered ★ combat trained, will be extremely hostile if threatened ★ ask to maim/capture/kill ★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed ★ no weapons
「 the stars lean down to kiss you,
and I lie awake and miss you. 」
