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Some might think that Gray dismissed his name, as he gave others free reign to call him whatever they wished so long as it wasn't derogatory. His easy acceptance of other names wasn't indicative of a dislike for his name or anything of the sort. As a matter of fact, his name was vitally important to him.

He'd been born Aria Rivendare, an incredibly feminine first name and a surname belonging to a family that wouldn't tolerate anything but femininity from him. When Diana adopted him, he'd dropped his biological family's surname and replaced it with Hanson - he was her son now, not Val's and Summer's. They weren't his family, she was.

Changing his last name to Hanson had required no thought. He'd just done it, it felt right. So did changing his first name, but that needed more consideration. It was what everyone would call him, for one, and it was part of reclaiming his identity.

He'd been standing in the bathroom with Diana. She'd just cut his hair short, which at that time had been one of the biggest indicators of his biological gender, since he was still relatively flat-chested back then. It was the first time he'd started feeling comfortable in his own skin.

He remembered looking back and forth between them, trying to find some similarity in their appearances. So he could say that he had his mother's nose, or his mother's smile. But her nose was bigger than his, and her smile was warmer. Her skin was lighter, her hair darker. But her eyes... They were almost the exact same gray as his.

He wanted nothing more than to be her son.

He named himself Grayson.

The teen spent a fair bit of time wandering around the Lodge, not wanting to hide where no one would find him but not wanting to be anywhere that might invite extended conversation, despite desperately craving it deep down. Most people tended to ignore him when he just walked around, but this time someone called out. MMXII. They were blind, so it made sense that they'd ask who was there. "It's Gray." He told them, voice low but not threatening.

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[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/25/17]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, 7 months | Aquarius | Primarily Real Time Aging
▪ Provider 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]

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it was something that had been on their mind for quite some time, ever since they had arrived at the lodge it was something that kept running their their minds: what is my name? of course, it was a silly question to ask because in all accounts they had been named mmxii but... that was it, that was all they were and it did not make much sense compared to all the other people who had more than just a set of numbers as their name. they had things mmxii had never heard of before, middle names, last names, nicknames and various other variations on it but all they had was, well, a strange combination that the lab had used to label them. people identified through what they were called and they wondered if they were just that, nothing more than a number to be discarded once they moved onto the next one in line. maybe it didn't make much sense to anyone but them, however, mmxii didn't really care—their mind was their own and, well, it was muddied and they did not expect anyone to ever understand the ideas and thought they created, they barely understood them themselves. all they knew is that they just didn't want to be a label, they wanted to be someone, to mean something, to be worth more than what they were.

they clicked quietly, head down and hand glued to the wall as they shifted through the corridor on another one of their impromptu walks; they truly hated the infirmary, it scared them. it had reason to, after all. mmxii preferred to be up, to be moving even if their body was still in a very fragile state they could not simply lay back and allow themselves to be in that room any longer than they absolutely had to. they were sure it was only a matter of time before they were moved out of that room but, for now, they decided to stay as far away from it until they had the chance to have a place that would be considered theirs, a place that would technically be the very first thing that mmxii was to own. they let out a small smile, head falling back as they slowed their walk down the hallway and simply enjoyed the feeling of being chainless and able to move without restriction. however, their peace did not last for long and as soon as they found themselves relaxing they heard the ever familiar sound of hurried footsteps from somewhere around them.

they let their hand drop to their side, turning around and tensing their shoulders as the footsteps continued; they echoed around the hallway, making it nearly impossible for mmxii to pinpoint exactly which direction they were coming from which was enough to set their nerves aflame. they were always on edge, always ready to flee at a moment's notice if the need were to arise but the longer they continued to stay with the people whom had offered shelter and somewhat protection had allowed them to calm down. only slightly, of course, they could not allow themselves to completely relax. they felt their jaw tighten at the exact moment their hands curled into fists, body ready for flight but they held their ground, allowed a small breath to escape from their lips before attempting to keep the waver out of their voice as they spoke.

"hello? who is there?"


[member=2027]Gray[/member] [member=155]Pyre[/member]


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