08-19-2017, 05:07 PM
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It was those two. Johannes was glad to see Calum, in all honesty; he appreciated the help he'd provided and he couldn't deny he felt some responsibility for the guy's injuries. Even if they were of course, thanks to Calum's inexplicably short-tempered friend, who seemed to use him as a punching bag; he knew he probably could have done something to lessen the blows that he was sure had fallen on the young man. He felt the eyes on him and wondered what was going through his head. The judgement he bore Johannes--blaming him for causing, indirectly, his injuries, perhaps. He didn't want to feel that guilt. Unless he'd thought he'd made the wrong decision in insisting they work together rather than scrambling through the rocks and dirt like a one-man apocalypse--whatever Calum thought, Johannes wasn't going to dwell on it. They had other priorities right now. And to hell with seeing Moksha. They needed to make sure he wasn't injured, was fed. The footsteps, Calum's motion, alerted the dictator to the presence of Moksha, and he stiffened, his eyes carefully flitting over the large man. He could see the disdain in his face, but had to stifle his own scoff as the man handed a canteen over, when there was already food and water by the boy.
There was a lot he could take. Or at least, more than that man could, without exploding. Without his emotion getting the better of him and causing others pain. But there was a limit to his own pride; and to his own irritation. Being blamed for Gray's plight, in the face of the sheer neglect Moksha had shown, was too much. His expression was stony; partly to keep himself from giving in to a yelling match. Gray was still the priority here. "I did..what? I ran off and sulked? I let my pride tell me to throw a tantrum and not bother to help save his life? You're more thin-skinned than anyone here. Don't bother trying to blame me for this, not when he's out and--safe. I know what I've done wrong, I don't need someone with the emotional control of an infant to tell me that, and right now, I just want to make sure he's safe. Which is more than what you've done these past few days." He was far too stubborn, himself, to bite his tongue. Maybe the man would throw another fit. But Johannes would hope that this time, if he did so, he'd come for him, and not his boytoy who didn't deserve it. The dictator just wanted to check on Gray; though he wondered what--just what, exactly, he was feeling, what he wanted, what he needed. His only regret from the way he'd spoken to Moksha just now was the tactlessness of insulting him while they had more important people to worry about, like Gray. But he wasn't going to sit there, with the food he'd brought for Gray when he'd presumed him still in the tunnels, and let the guy who'd sat on his ass and done nothing because of a pigheaded problem with authority, blame him. Hell. He wasn't fond of authority. He'd much rather be following orders than giving them. But he did what he had to do.
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It was those two. Johannes was glad to see Calum, in all honesty; he appreciated the help he'd provided and he couldn't deny he felt some responsibility for the guy's injuries. Even if they were of course, thanks to Calum's inexplicably short-tempered friend, who seemed to use him as a punching bag; he knew he probably could have done something to lessen the blows that he was sure had fallen on the young man. He felt the eyes on him and wondered what was going through his head. The judgement he bore Johannes--blaming him for causing, indirectly, his injuries, perhaps. He didn't want to feel that guilt. Unless he'd thought he'd made the wrong decision in insisting they work together rather than scrambling through the rocks and dirt like a one-man apocalypse--whatever Calum thought, Johannes wasn't going to dwell on it. They had other priorities right now. And to hell with seeing Moksha. They needed to make sure he wasn't injured, was fed. The footsteps, Calum's motion, alerted the dictator to the presence of Moksha, and he stiffened, his eyes carefully flitting over the large man. He could see the disdain in his face, but had to stifle his own scoff as the man handed a canteen over, when there was already food and water by the boy.
There was a lot he could take. Or at least, more than that man could, without exploding. Without his emotion getting the better of him and causing others pain. But there was a limit to his own pride; and to his own irritation. Being blamed for Gray's plight, in the face of the sheer neglect Moksha had shown, was too much. His expression was stony; partly to keep himself from giving in to a yelling match. Gray was still the priority here. "I did..what? I ran off and sulked? I let my pride tell me to throw a tantrum and not bother to help save his life? You're more thin-skinned than anyone here. Don't bother trying to blame me for this, not when he's out and--safe. I know what I've done wrong, I don't need someone with the emotional control of an infant to tell me that, and right now, I just want to make sure he's safe. Which is more than what you've done these past few days." He was far too stubborn, himself, to bite his tongue. Maybe the man would throw another fit. But Johannes would hope that this time, if he did so, he'd come for him, and not his boytoy who didn't deserve it. The dictator just wanted to check on Gray; though he wondered what--just what, exactly, he was feeling, what he wanted, what he needed. His only regret from the way he'd spoken to Moksha just now was the tactlessness of insulting him while they had more important people to worry about, like Gray. But he wasn't going to sit there, with the food he'd brought for Gray when he'd presumed him still in the tunnels, and let the guy who'd sat on his ass and done nothing because of a pigheaded problem with authority, blame him. Hell. He wasn't fond of authority. He'd much rather be following orders than giving them. But he did what he had to do.
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
the weight chained to my feet
No time to argue
with belief
I'm not alone, a thousand others dropping
Faster than me
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[sup]played by firebird updated 7/15/2017; everything added  links?[/sup]
[sup]played by firebird updated 7/15/2017; everything added  links?[/sup]
• JOHANNES ANGELICUS || JOH/JOE (yo or jo pronounced)
• agender (he/him) / ace and greyromantic / single
• 28 && ages whenever i feel like it
• If you have any tropes or something, they go here??
• Generation _1_ / Olivia Durham x Mason Angelicus / parents deceased / Katja Angelicus (older sister) | Aida Angelicus (niece)
• Dictator of Flintlock Lodge
• No romantic relationships
• Friends with Rudolf
• Johannes is asocial and has a hard time chatting; though he doesn't dislike people exactly, he's anxious in conversation and has an anxious stammer. It's easy to knock him off balance. However he is rather placating in conversation and tends to just listen and agree.
• link to biography
• link to pinterest board
• link to playlist
• if you have any other links, put them here??
• HUMAN | HEALTH: 90/100
• APPEARANCE, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum.
• ACCESSORIES, SHORTER PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis.
• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
• PERSONALITY, PARAGRAPH. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci.
• ANY DEVELOPING TRAITS OR INFORMATION GO HERE?? SMALL PARAGRAPH.
ran from his sister at 14 when she poisoned their parents, who were starving them
has pervasive developmental disorder
• 85/100 PHYSICAL | 60/100 MENTAL | 80/100 POWER DEFENSE | 65/100 P. OFFENSE
• Difficulty is determined on a basis of skill, with an opponent of the same size and life experience, and without the use of powers. Will obviously fluctuate with different opponents.
• STR: 9/10 PER:8/10 END: 9/10 CHR: 5/10 INT: 7/10 AGL: 6/10 LCK: 5/10 FOR OPPONENT OF SAME SIZE
• Talk more about this skills here.
• Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed. AND ANY ATTACK NOTES.