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ABSOLUTELY VITAL MEETING
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                  Johannes Angelicus
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If Johannes had known what he'd be getting into, finding and taking in that short kid with a skateboard, of all things--he sometimes wondered if he would have left him.
He knew the answer was no, because he wasn't really keen on murder, which that really would have been--he had been in shorts, for god's sake--but whatever. What's done was done, and he was quickly finding out how hard it was going to be to deal with Torrin Latimer. The kid knew how to get what he wanted; everything about him drove the dictator mad but--he liked him. He'd already started feeling more protective over Torrin than he felt entirely cocmfortable with.

He had called this meeting, skin bristling and a fake smile on his features. Something he wasn't exactly practiced with, it wasn't a very pleasant smile. He'd waited for the room to fill, eyes roving the room--where was Torrin? He ought to be here, right?
After a few minutes of relative silence--too much silence--Johannes opened his mouth
Nothing came out.
Thankfully, Torrin was there to help. The kid had been out of sight just behind the dictator, and he'd given him a small shove in the small of the back--not enough to push him forward, just to get his attention. With the sudden push, Johannes swallowed, gave a weak grin, and spoke as clearly as he could:

"F-four--four twenty blazeit--"

He didn't even know what it meant, but the kid's begs had gotten to him, and biting his lip after this--staring at the lodge, his false grin faltered, and he glanced at Torrin--brows arched and expression quizzically nervous--had he said it right?

Whatever--he'd said it, Torrin wasn't going to bring any strays into the lodge, he'd promised, and--that was that.

Johannes waved a hand dismissively, hurriedly getting down and backing out of the room, rolling his eyes.

//THIS IS FAITHYS FAULT I LOVE HIM

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

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ may have ASPD
★ has moderate issues with self-control and anger
★ not a good public speaker

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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”Haha!! Perfect!” Torrin squealed, laughing out loud. ”Nice job, Johannes! That was perfect! 420 BLAZEIT!” He was so annoying-sounding. God. How awful.

//rushed but this is perfect thanks felix ilysm


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