REQUIRED MEETING FOR MEMBERS--OPEN

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                  Johannes Angelicus

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It had been a good week since the raid, and the meeting he'd called for it. They were doing better, as most who'd been hurt were either on the way to recovery, or dead. The rabbits were doing well. However, what he was realizing was he needed to communicate more--he needed to talk to them. He needed to..organize things, foresee problems and delegate.

God, he hated this job. He'd been procrastinating this all morning, but finally, after everyone was finishing up eating in the main hall, he got up, and cleared his throat--calling out for their attention. "Ex--excuse me, everyone--I need your attention." The young dictator looked a bit hesitant, his hooded eyes searching the room. It was drafty--he was dressed warmly, as most were if they had the means to do so. When he felt most eyes were on him, Johannes spoke again, struggling to keep his voice loud enough for the whole room to hear.

"It's been a while since we were attacked. We're still working on getting stronger--making sure we're prepared when it happens again. The badlands are ruthless--but we still have the climate on our side. It's not enough. I'm going to start having groups of those capable, work on fortifying the lodge. For the first group--I want Win, Melantha, and Samuel to start. I'll be there as well. I'll talk to the three of you then. We'll be starting with making sure we're protected from the cold, then we'll work on protecting us from intruders. And..if anyone else wants to help out--that's fine."

Johannes took a deep breath, stifled a cough, and went on.
"I also need to promote some people. I need to know that there are others who can help, who I can trust. But..I don't know enough about you yet. I want you to show me what you've got. Help out. Train. Make yourself valuable to this place."

A moment of silence passed, as Johannes glanced around at them all--it was a short announcement, but it still felt like it'd taken forever to give. He hated this more than any individual task, and as he nodded, moving to sit down and eat, he hoped they'd just...get back to their business. He'd talk to the ones he'd chosen for the fortifying later--and if anyone else wanted to help, good. For now he'd just....focus on his soup.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHANNES ANGELICUS | JO| amab male
★ ace| aro
★ 28| dec/3 | real time
★ flintlock lodge | dictator

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has ASPD
★ has severe issues with self-control and anger
★

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 100%
— 5'10'' & 170 lbs;
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
-wip wop


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ stony and antisocial, will be courteous, often awkward
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength,  stamina | - speed, agility
★ he won't hesitate to make the first move, and sometimes he can be recklessly angry
★ attack in bold #2E5C6B
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[BRUCE H]

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Trust. There's no such thing in a world like this, not for most people. Bruce had his inner circle, and they were the only ones that he dared open up to. The rest of the world was met with a stony silence and a frown. On the inside, he was still someone soft, but very few people got to see that. His family, and those who saw him interact with the family. The look he got on his face when he picked up his son, the involuntary huff of laughter that came when the girls made fun of him for something or another, how he only sat still long enough for Meg to patch him up because she pulled that tone of voice — the way everything about him softened when he was with Dick. For now, just eating dinner and listening to everyone around him talk, he was somewhere in between both fronts. His spine is straight but his shoulders are loose, and there are points in the conversation where his mouth twists into something near a smile, chuckle rumbling in his chest. That doesn't last for too long after Johannes' announcement. Win sits up straighter, pale gaze directly on the dictator. He knows a few others who aren't fond of that title, and he has to say that he counts himself among that group. Nobody's in charge of him, no matter their title. That could be interpreted as defiance, he supposes, and that would be a correct assumption. As a person, that's what Bruce is, these days. Defiant.

He tilts his head slightly up and to the right, jaw set in thought. Johannes doesn't have a leader's voice, or a leader's way of carrying himself, but his decisions seem rational enough. Hearing his name comes as nothing short of a surprise, and he huffs a low breath as a sign of that towards the people close to him. (If they know what to look for, at least.) After a second, Win nods to show that he understands. There's no particular pride in being chosen first. He's strong and he's capable. From what he's seen of Melantha so far, he can say the same. Samuel, however, is an unfamiliar name — and Win doesn't know enough about Johannes yet to simply take his word that he was a good enough worker.

Although the dictator had already moved back to his soup and it might be a better bet to follow suit, Bruce instead lifts his hand in some cheeky imitation of a child asking a question in class. It's a strange look for a six foot tall adult, especially considering that his expression is completely serious. "Is that an open invitation to hold some lessons, then?" People here seemed... A little bit useless, at least most of them. That sounded mean, in retrospect, but all he meant by it was that he would rather not bury anyone else. (Could putting them in the snow even be considered a burial? It would take them forever to — nevermind, that's not a subject to discuss over food.) The people of Flintlock Lodge had no reason to trust him. There were very few that did. He was dependable, loyal, and he wouldn't hurt anyone until they hurt someone else, but that didn't make him any more trustworthy. Not with all the blood on his hands. If anything, it simply made him good at what he did, and maybe he could help others survive in this awful fucking world.

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GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY / NOTES PAGE / PINTEREST BOARD
‣ Bruce "Win" Holloway / Usually Introduced as "Win" / Dislikes Being Called Bruce
‣ Cisgender Male / Heavy Preference for He/Him Pronouns / Neutral Pronouns Allowed?
‣ Gray-Biromantic Bisexual / Monogamous and Possessive / [Very] Taken by Dick Holiday
‣ ½ Boysoldier [BROTP] / Father and ⅙ of the Batfam [Dick, Damian, Cam, Meg, Stevie]
‣ Adoptive Father of Damian / SORTA has a tendency to adopt every sad-looking child
‣ Mid-Twenties / Born February 19th / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Older Brother of Jason

PHYSICALITY & POSSESSIONS / PARTIAL / PARTIAL / PARTIAL / HEALTH: 90%
‣ Important Tropes | Death Glare, Disapproving Look, and Faces Death with Dignity
‣ 6'3 & 180-200 lbs. | Muscular, solid build, well-defined but not overwhelmingly so.
‣ Slightly wavy hair, between dark brown and soft black. Shorter on the sides; messy.
‣ Pale steel blue eyes. | Usually scowling or at least looking unhappy. Rarely smiles.
‣ Warm, formerly tanned skin, lightly freckled from sun exposure. Paler with the cold.
‣ Wears layers. An undershirt, usually an overshirt or hoodie, and a black field jacket.
  ‣ Black or white undershirts. Blue or red plaid or solid navy overshirts, navy hoodie.
‣ 9mm pistol; holster on left thigh. | A large, single-blade, semi-serrated pocketknife.

PERSONALITY / BROKEN ACE / FRIEND TO CHILDREN / 1 / 2 / 3 / HEALTH: 80%
‣ Slytherin Primary + Hufflepuff Secondary / Chaotic Neutral / INFJ-T / Weirdly Moral
‣ Abrasive and domineering, tends to dislike taking orders from anyone he doesn't trust.
‣ Disciplined, calm. Can sometimes seem blank or can hyperfocus on one thought/action.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with young kids who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Borderline playful with people that he actually likes; tends to smile only around them.
‣ Measured, collected, steady. Holds himself and those around him to high standards.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but particularly overprotective of his family and close friends.
‣ Can be incredibly charismatic when he needs to be. Typically can't hold a conversation.

[DICK HOLIDAY.]

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He couldn't remember exactly what he pictured his life as being when he was a child, but it wasn't anything like this. There was a difference between what he expected and what he hoped for; he expected to be on his own, and he'd hoped that he wouldn't be. There weren't many times in his life that he could honestly say what he'd hoped for became reality, and he'd hoped for many things in his younger years. He couldn't remember all of those aspirations, but he knew they were born in the mind of a lonely, parentless boy, and that was really all he needed to know to assume the kinds of things he wanted. A family was definitely one of them, and looking around the table now, most specifically at the people who filled in those many vacancies in his chest, he knew that he had it. Younger Dick likely distinguished between family and home, too, at least in the beginning; knowing that family made a home home killed two birds with one stone, and while his memory was sketchy regarding his younger life, he knew this was the happiest he'd been in a long, long time. This wasn't an easy world to live in, but they could live. It was possible to do more than just survive, and he relearned that every time Stevie did something ridiculous, and every time Meg mothered a full grown man, and every time said full grown man gave a rare smile when he was teasing one of them.

Thinking about it had him grinning fondly to himself, at least until he realized that everyone clearly had their attention on something important, after which he quickly snapped his gaze up and over to the same direction. Unsurprisingly, it was Johannes who'd garnered all their focus, who had just spoken three names, two familiar and one not so much, for an assignment that he'd missed when he'd been lost in thought. He did seem to reiterate what they would be doing, though, so luckily he wasn't actually behind- unless there was something else unrelated that he'd added before. He'd have to ask Win later, or maybe he could get by anyway; he really didn't want to make it known he'd spaced out, even if some of them had probably already noticed.

Dick barely restrained a snort when Bruce lifted his hand to speak, although he didn't keep himself from giving his side a quick nudge with his elbow from where he was seated beside him. He did drop that same arm a second later to settle a hand on his knee, stare never moving from Johannes, who'd gone back to eating but now had a question from Bruce to answer. It would be good for the people here to receive lessons; hell, Dick needed to sharpen his own skills too, and get out to actually do some work around here that would be beneficial. This place couldn't stay afloat if they didn't bring in enough, so Dick resolved to work on that once the meal was over. For now, he picked at the green bits on his plate, courtesy of Bruce. Cereal wasn't in short supply, at least for Dick- he just didn't want to deal with Bruce's not-so-subtle subterfuge to steer him away from it. 
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[spoiler=info (1/31)]GENERAL
-Richard "Dick" Holiday | 21 years old | Born October 25th | Flintlock Lodge
-Bisexual | Very much taken by Bruce Holloway | ½ Boysoldier (brotp to otp)

PHYSICALITY
-Stands at around 5'11 | Athletic build oriented around an acrobatic/aerial base (see next line)
-A bit thinner due to lack of proper nutrition, but musculature is still clearly defined and present
-Dark ebony hair that is always disheveled; currently a little shaggy and curling down over his ears
-Bright, vibrant blue eyes | Tends to wear baggier pants with tighter shirts when inside the building
-May occasionally wear Bruce's clothes (dark undershirts, lighter tops, or his hoodie that are all far too big)

PERSONALITY
-Stubborn and far from being a pushover | Polite, but will not take shit from people
-Typically friendly and outgoing; isn't difficult to get along with most of the time
-Prefers to see the brighter side of things, although he takes it all with a grain of salt
-Sets high standards for himself and strongly loathes the idea of failing/imperfection
-All in all, more of a lighter kind of person, except his extroversion acts as a concealer

[washington]

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WASHINGTON has never been the new guy and he doesn't know what he's doing here. He doesn't have a track record for sticking around, but he's sitting at this table with people he doesn't know and dipping a spoon into soup he would have stolen not a week ago. From beneath his eyelashes he observes the others sitting, making up his own stories for the different expressions on their faces to give himself some trivial entertainment until the man who saw him first speaks, bringing his inane imagining to an end. The commanding tone is lacking, but Washington listens; everyone else is doing the same and just because he's a thief, it doesn't mean he can't follow a chain of command. He folds his hands in his lap as The Badlands are mentioned, frowning minutely at the name; theirs is a reputation that doesn't need explaining, and it has been filed under Washington's "no steal" list after a scuffle when he was eleven or so. To give his fingers a distraction, he means to sip more soup, but when he presses cold steel to his lips he hears "Samuel," and his trained hands suddenly fumble, dropping the spoon.

"There could be another Samuel, you idiot." Perturbed, he recovers the spoon from the floor and sets it on the table. His silence for the duration of the announcement is out of being unsettled than the due respect. He only speaks after one of the other men at the table asks a question, and he raises a quiet but distinct, "Samuel?"

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[spoiler=TAGS (2/10)]GENERAL INFO:
[size=10pt]⋆ Full Name: Samuel Washington ⋆ Introduced as Washington only ⋆ First name reserved for friends
⋆ Approximately twenty-six years old ⋆ Birthday is unknown; assumed to be the tenth of May
⋆ Cisgender male, male pronouns ⋆ Bisexual and single (not looking) with female preference
⋆ Current resident of Flintlock Lodge ⋆ (Mostly) Former thief and lock-picker; still steals occasionally

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Of Thai and Caucasian descent, and a somewhat small man of 175.3 centimeters (5'9") weighing 150 pounds, Washington is not an imposing figure through height or build and he does not try to be. His preference for wearing emerald green clothing items (scarf, gloves, sweaters, etc.) is the foremost noticeable part of his appearance, and he usually wears a black pea-coat with green trim on the collar and a black turtleneck beneath it. Washington keeps a neat, immaculate impression but his hair is sometimes an exception. Always in a bun, several strands often shake loose to frame his face, which agitates him because he likes all of his mahogany hair kept in place and out of his way. His eyes are a very soft shade of toffee, and above the left eye are two scars running diagonally through the corner of his brow. He has other minor scars on his fingers and several marks left from blades on outermost right forearm and shoulder, which are hidden by his long-sleeved clothing. 

PERSONALITY: ISFJ, "The Defender"
⋆ Prefers to listen over speaking ⋆ A steady and unwavering presence ⋆ Observant and attentive
⋆ Pragmatic and a meticulous worker with whatever tasks he is given ⋆ Patient and composed
⋆ Represses emotions for a sense of privacy and out of confusion with them ⋆ Resistant to changes

[HAYSEED]

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his head was looking down at the pitiful display for a breakfast when he heard the leader talk, silent as his fingers drummed on the tabletop. he had heard about a raid when he had first arrived, but of course he decided to ignore it. he didn't want to stress himself out more than normal. and of course, a raid would eventually lead to having to fortify the lodge even more. if a raid was possible, then they had to protect the building even more so that others couldn't raid anymore. it was as simple as that. it was sort of odd to think that it would be that simple; but things sometimes were anti-climactic. sollux guessed, at least.

his eyes would flick over to the leader for a moment, usually nicely combed hair a but furled due to him just waking up. he supposed that he shouldn't say anything, as he probably wouldn't be doing anything to help fortify the place. so he would just nod, and put his head back downwards.


[spoiler=sometimes quiet is violent]GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY
& Solluxander Captor / 'Sollux' / 'Sol' / 'Bee'
& Undiscovered sexuality / Male preference / Still may be into females / FtM trans [he/him]
& Unknown age; adult [early twenties] / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& Seeker of Flintlock Lodge / Has computer skills

RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not looking IC / Looking OOC [can plot for romance ideas] / no crushes.
& NPC x NPC [Ran away from parents / looking for siblings] / Generation one
& No apprentice / No mentor / Not looking for either
& No ships

APPEARANCE / REFERENCE 1 / REFERENCE 2 / STATUS / SICKLY [59%]
& Gangly and tall with little to no muscle.
& Has freckles all over his shoulders, face, knees and elbows. Is embarrassed about them.
& Fluffy black hair that is neatly combed. Has heterochromatic eyes [see ref 1]
& Usually dark circles under eyes due to constant migraines and insomnia.
& Owns a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that are red and yellow. Almost always wears them.
& Usually wears a black t-shirt that has a yellow Gemini symbol on it.
& Wears ripped jeans that are ripped at the ankles and knees.
& Wears one black shoe and one white shoe. Usually with ankle high socks.
& Occasionally wears a jacket. [see ref 2]
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES:
& Has a very pronounced lisp.
& Has a shitty immune system; gets sick very easily.
& Has small scars that are around his eyes due to past events.
& Suffers from chronic migraines. Can throw up during these fits.


PERSONALITY / THEME 1 / THEME 2 / THEME 3
& Usually pretty laid back and chill; can be hot-tempered easily, however.
& Nihilistic, and can be blunt and pretty dark at points.
& Shit-talks to nearly everyone, and rarely shows affection to others unless they are extremely close.
& Sarcastic and grumpy; and rarely ever goes soft around one's he doesn't trust.
& Is prone to being selfless and pities others, despite his sarcastic and mean nature.
& Doesn't trust anyone unless they are extremely close.
& Stereotypical hacker of the group / Loves bees / Allergic to bees, ironically / Sad Dadâ„¢
  — DISORDERS:
& Has a small case of Bipolar.
& Knows/Hears whenever people die.
& Very depressive.

COMBAT & INTERACTION
& Easy physically | Extreme mentally | Hard-ish emotionally.
& Is quick and nimble on his feet when he needs to be.
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold black or bold underlined.[/spoiler]

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                  Johannes Angelicus

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Johannes had just brought his spoon to his mouth, head down and body hunched over the table, when he heard a question. After a second of ignoring it, forgetting that he was the only one in a position to have one of that nature addressed to--he turned, turning his eyes up, and blinked at the large man with his hand in the air.
Oh. Right. He probably should have waited, before sitting back down. Now he was flustered, and he still hadn't said anything--after exactly seven seconds of silence. "....Yes." He paused, then ran through the question in his head again--just to make sure 'yes' had been an appropriate answer. "Yes. Please." He tacked that on--perhaps it would help encourage others. "The more, the better. A lot of us aren't--proficient. In defense. We need to be." He swallowed, then turned his head--back to his soup. Could he eat now?

Of course not. A nervous name, one of the ones he'd suggested, voiced itself, and Johannes turned again, searching. "Yes? Samuel?" He was confused, and nodded again at the young man. ".....Yes."

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHANNES ANGELICUS | JO| amab male
★ ace| aro
★ 28| dec/3 | real time
★ flintlock lodge | dictator

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has ASPD
★ has severe issues with self-control and anger
★

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 100%
— 5'10'' & 170 lbs;
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
-wip wop


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ stony and antisocial, will be courteous, often awkward
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength,  stamina | - speed, agility
★ he won't hesitate to make the first move, and sometimes he can be recklessly angry
★ attack in bold #2E5C6B
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[rudolf.]

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RUDOLF MARONEY

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[align=left][justify][size=8pt]rudolf had taken his time eating the soup that had been prepared for them, letting the warmth of it heat his insides. It tasted so good, considering there weren't very many resources around for spicing up their meals. So when johannes began his speech, rudolf was torn between finishing his soup or reading their leaders lips. After a moment of contemplation, he finally chose the latter option.

Johannes was right; they needed better defense. The snow had kept them safe all this time but now it wasn't enough. A lot of them had never had any training on defense, and whilentudolf was certainly muscular he didn't know much about fighting. If someone was going to start classes, then he would definitely be joining.

People around the room continued to speak, and he was having a hard time following everything. Still, rudolf managed to get enough of the conversations to understand what was happening. He wanted to help in some way, but the man wasn't really sure how he could. Until there was another suggestion, he decided to stay quiet. At the very least, he could wait until someone else offered their help and he could tag along with them.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ rudolf joseph maroney
★ heterosexual | male
★ 29 | june 8
★ member of flintlock lodge
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ to be added

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ deaf | uses asl, reads lips, can speak aloud
★ deaf accent found here
★

PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Ryan Lane
— wip bio
— major injuries: none as of now
— minor injuries: none as of now

PERSONALITY:
— friendly, honest, genuine, humble, brave, intelligent, protective
— temperamental, emotional, dependent, blunt

INTERACTION:
★ he's really nice and always tries to help out
★ peaceful unless agitated
★ average in battle |  muscular but inexperienced
★ medium physically and medium mentally
★ open for family/adopted family + relationships
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★ asl in [b]bold italics, asl and voice in bold
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

LOOKING FOR:
★ an interpreter. Someone who is hearing but knows asl
★ an adoptive family? Maybe a younger person like a child, or a sibling figure
★ a best friend figure
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