[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]then and there, jack froze, and the gun dropped. he didn't want to believe his eyes. gabriel
was dead. he was so sure of it. he held his breath before finally just speaking. "gabriel?" he asked, head tilted slightly.
/why am i so damn lazy
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[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]he recognized him? He'd called reaper by his real name, and the cloaked man threw back the hood, a smile lighting up his face. He cast glances at daesung, gray, and narin as he stepped closer to the white-haired man, the grin never leaving his face. He was giddy, to be honest, that morrison was here. They were reunited at last. But now came the question of whether or not jack would even want to speak to him agaim after finding out what reaper had done after they were separated.
He wanted to make a comment on how horribly his friend had aged, but it wouldn't have been true. Jack had aged well, and besides, he hadn't aged any more than gabriel had. "jack. Nice to see you again. Thought you were dead, honestly." he was trying to keep cool. He wanted to crush his old friend in a bear hug, but he held back, unsure as to whether or not the other soldier was angry or simply surprised by the revelation. So he would pick up the fallen gun and hold it out towards the other, offering the weapon to him stock-first so that the barrel was pointed somewhere behind reaper.
[align=center] [b][i]don't you know i'm tired [sup][b]OF THESE PAINT BY NUMBERS && SONG && [abbr=????????] <3[/abbr][/sup]
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[spoiler=just sappy shit]greahound hacked into your profile to say she adores you and to have a great day
greahound hacked into your profile a second time to love on you more because grea loves you A FUCKING LOT[/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]it was him. it really was him. he could feel his chest constrict, and a massive wave of emotion flooded over him, but he kept his cool, taking a breath. "you.." he paused, taking a deep, long breath. "absolute shitfucker!" he snapped, aiming to punch him lightly in the shoulder (though with some force). "i thought you were dead and then you just show up after.. oh, i don't know! twenty years now? what the hell?!"
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[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]the punch was unexpected, and it managed to knock him off balance enough that he had to take a step back. Of course, it wasn't like He'd expected a nice, warm hug and a friendly greeting, but still! "hey, that wasn't my fault! I got caught in a blast and almost died. Hell, i thought I was dead," he stated bluntly, a serious expression on his face. But every time he thought he was fine, the memory of that 'absolute shitfucker' returned, and a smirk played at the corners of his lips. Slowly, he moved forward enough to attempt to wrap his arms around the other man in a bear hug and squeeze tight. "i missed you, boy scout. I searched for years for any sign of you, but I eventually gave up and came here. Guess it's fate, eh?"
[align=center] [b][i]don't you know i'm tired [sup][b]OF THESE PAINT BY NUMBERS && SONG && [abbr=????????] <3[/abbr][/sup]
[div style="font-family: times new roman; width:300px; margin-top: -3px; color: #8F6548; font-size:9pt;"]
[spoiler=just sappy shit]greahound hacked into your profile to say she adores you and to have a great day
greahound hacked into your profile a second time to love on you more because grea loves you A FUCKING LOT[/spoiler]
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
Gray started to move closer to the others but jerked away when Jack leveled the gun at the stranger, quite frankly yelping. (This next thing would be inconsistent with another thread but we won't talk about that.) The boy went hunting and used a rifle almost every day, so it was pretty safe to say that he knew his way around guns and was pretty comfortable with them. Hell, he had his borrowed rifle now. But that was just for hunting animals. The mere idea of seeing another human being get shot was enough to make his hands tremble - just hearing it and seeing the body afterwards had been bad enough, if he actually saw the bullet tear its way through someone's flesh?
As soon Jack dropped the gun, Gray was moving to pick it up and remove the clip. Soldier would point this thing at anyone, regardless if they were friend or trying to be friend or foe. In Gray's opinion, he couldn't be trusted with this, so if he was able to pick up the gun he'd try to remove the clip. It seemed like Jack was preoccupied, so he'd probably go unnoticed.
"You're allowed to stay. Welcome to the Flintlock Lodge." Gray would say, hopefully tucking the clip into his pocket, then running that hand through his hair. "I'm Gray." He'd leave it at that, since the two older men seemed to be having a bit of a moment.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/18/17] 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
▪ 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 ——
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]at the hug, he would sigh and squeeze the male as he hard as he could, and it wasn't quite clear if it was just a hug or if he was trying to crush the older man. at the sight of movement at the sad of him, his head would snap to the side. "little shit, i will break your arm if you steal my god damn bullets."
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[align=center]gregory / 17 / trans male / married to legiana
[table] |
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all | [/table]
Gray cocked his head to the side. Even after realizing that Soldier scared him, he still faced him with defiance and snark. "You do keep threatening to break my various bones. You can have 'em back later." Probably. It's not like he could use them - Jack's gun was much larger, so the bullets were probably different. Then again, Gray hadn't actually checked to see if they were the same kind.
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 8/18/17] 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
▪ 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 ——
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