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We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
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How long had he been down here? It felt like weeks, though it couldn't be more than a few days. They'd opened a shaft big enough to lower down food and water to him, but his stomach still rumbled loudly and cramped painfully. His mouth was still dry, but after drinking quite a large amount of water, he was pretty sure it was more because of the petrifying fear and less because of dehydration.
When they'd got the shaft open, he'd had hope. Hope that they'd get him out and that he'd be free soon. That hope was dashed as he realized that there was no hurry to free him, and he almost never heard anyone working on clearing the debris.
Things had already gone from bad to worse even before he realized nothing was being done to save him, as the last match had gone out. It was pitch black, cold and with the revelation the total silence brought, he realized that he was going to die down here. He would die in this pitch black hole, and if no one cared enough to retrieve him alive then there was no way they'd retrieve his body.
They weren't going to get him out of here. If he was to be saved, he'd have to save himself. At first he tried to clear the rubble separating him from the rest of the Lodge, but after a while all he had was a tiny dent and painful, bloody fingers. He'd make no progress there, not by himself in the dark with no tools.
He turned around, and for a moment he wondered if his eyes were open or closed. It didn't matter. He had one hand on the wall, not only so he wasn't blindly stumbling about but also so he had something to lean against as he summoned his courage. He knew he had nothing left to lose, no reason not to traverse deeper other than fear. But fear had a tight grip on the young man's heart, and this whole experience had taught him two things: the first was that he was not brave.
Maybe he could face a former part of the Felix Cartel and somehow sleep with her somewhere in the building, maybe a stranger could point a gun at him and he could still maintain his cool. And maybe it was brave to run away from home when he was so young, and dare to be the person he wanted to be.
But he was a boy who sat vigilant at night, only feeling safe enough to sleep in the daylight, when the monsters and nightmares wouldn't get him. He was a boy who clung to fire and let it burn him if it meant there was any spark of light. He was a boy, a boy trying so hard to be a man but at the end of the day he was still a child.
The second thing that Gray learned in that cursed tunnel was that he didn't want to die. Maybe there wasn't a whole lot to live for up there, with no friends or family anxiously awaiting his safe return, or much of any purpose in the Flintlock Lodge other than helping feed them. And who was he kidding about taking down the Felixes? It would never happen.
But he still didn't want to die. He wanted to live, he wanted a chance. A chance to make friends and find a family. A chance to avenge his mother's death. Really though, he just wanted to live. He didn't want to die. His sense of self-preservation was telling him to try something else, since nothing had worked so far. There was only one thing he hadn't done now.
Maybe venturing into the dark unknown made him brave. Maybe just a little. But he still felt like a scared child as he blindly felt his way deeper into the tunnel, through cobwebs and around turns, with tears running down his cheeks.
Halfway through, after encountering two different forks in which he'd had to choose a direction, he panicked. What if this led nowhere and he couldn't find his way back? The cave in was where they sent down food, where they would be digging to get him out. If he got lost down here, he'd die. At that point, the shaking got even worse, but he still pressed on. He'd die either way unless something changed.
And by some miracle, something did.
In the distance, there was a faint glow. Gray nearly tripped as he realized that somewhere up ahead there was a light. He picked up the pace, and soon his hand no longer needed to be on the wall to navigate. There was a torch! A torch! And on the ground around it were shovels, pick axes and debris. He stared for a long moment at one of the "walls" as he realized that this was the other side of the cave in. He looked at it for one long second, memorizing it, before tearing out of the mine.
He didn't stop until he was outside. He didn't pass anyone on the way, and he didn't really care. Maybe later he'd make a show of getting his own damn self out, but right now he needed air. He needed light. Gray didn't stop until he was outside, tripped and landing in the snow. He was crying again, but this time from relief.
He was bloody, burned, dirty and tearstained, but he was free.
//just as a little ooc note, Gray's feelings towards the Lodgers are completely ic <3 I love y'all and your chars. he just went through a pretty traumatic event and had to save himself, which leads to distrust bc he thinks they didn't try to save him
that feels like a lot more than 921 words
[div style="width: 430px; color: black; text-align: justify"][spoiler=Human Tags | 7/30/17]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 | 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
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
He'd been down there too long. Johannes knew it. Getting Gray out was his only thought right now; he wasn't worried about Win or Rudolf or Katja, St. Peters or Badlands. He didn't care. They could stuff it, for now. They weren't in danger of dying. Or...isolation. They could communicate, sort of. It wasn't much, though, and while he was relieved beyond measure to be able to give Gray food and water, he knew that leaving him down there was going to be...stressful, to say the least. He'd known what it was like to be alone for days on end--well, for much longer; but at least he hadn't been trapped. He couldn't imagine what it must feel like to be enclosed in the mines without tensing up.
He and Narin had been digging. But something had faltered in him, his sense of duty or his hope of succeeding when so few were around--and he knew he wasn't blameless. All he wanted was to see the kid safe and free of the shaft, but even with the help of the ex-enforcer he'd begun to lose his morale. He knew that it shouldn't matter. He should keep working, and...he was...to a point.
When a few days had passed, and their digging had gotten them almost nowhere, Johannes wasn't sure what to think. What to do. The combined efforts of two people just weren't enough, not when some of the strongest weren't around to help. He was tired. He was used to fatigue but his muscles burning were too much for him to make any headway.
He'd been bringing more food to the vents. He knew Gray would need more, and maybe he could try to talk to him. Help him. It wasn't until he got no answer from the long, narrow tunnel that his worry spiked, and the possibilities rose to his mind. Gray, dead, limp. Or stiff. Cold. Thirsty, too weak to speak. Suffocated. Lips blue. Bloodied by falling rocks and concussed, or just...broken on the ground. The images in his head weren't helping, and he had to stop his shaking breath and after yelling once more, he stepped back, ready to run back to the lodge. Get Narin. Get Moksha, if he were even still here. Get Rudy. Get someone.
And then, as he came upon the entrance to the mine, and ahead of it the Lodge, he saw something. In the snow, a dark silhouette he didn't know. They were small, they were young; as he approached, his pace slowed just to catch that glimpse of familiar features and the shaking of the crying teen--then he ran. "Gray--" He had food, the food he'd meant to drop down, and he could give it to Gray--how the fuck--what the fuck had happened--He was confused. He didn't know how Gray had gotten out and he didn't know anything--but Gray was out.
"Gray, look--are you hurt--" He wasn't sure what to say, or what to do. He'd never seen someone cry like this. He set the bag of food down; bread, some dried fruit and meat and a bottle of water. He didn't want to get too close, he never wanted to get too close--but here he wasn't sure. He inched across the snow, crouching and trying to see if he was injured. Not touching him. "I--there's food--if you--" He paused, then cleared his throat quietly. "I--I'm sorry." He didn't want to acknowledge his fault in this; but he couldn't pretend.
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
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[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
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• 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.
[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha had been very clearly avoiding all of the other Lodgers; especially Johannes. Calum was doing a lot of legwork recently to bring water and food and the like to Gray, but Moksha had made a decision that his help wasn't wanted, so they weren't going to get it.
Calum was the first over, his hands scratched and a bruise welted across his right cheek. Moksha's rage at Johannes decision to tell him to stop digging. Calum and Advay together knew more about Moksha than Johannes did, and that being said, Moksha was a genius when it came to metals and tunnelings. He knew supports, and he knew necessary spacing for air shafts and the like. To everyone back at their old home, he was the Industrial Lord, the Underworld King, but not in the sense of Hell at all. Before the incident, they'd almost gotten their first branch of a mine in, with Moksha helping and directing every second of it. For Johannes to yell at him, tell him to stop like he didn't know what he was doing...that had been a deathwish. Moksha had believed that he could get Gray out with the help of eveyrone else, then, well...in Moksha's words, after Calum had tried to talk to him then gotten punched in the jaw: "Then Johannes came in thinking he knew what was fucking best and started ordering me around?! Me who had already tried putting up supports?! Then told me that I'd make that fucking tunnel collapse!" It hadn't been a good situation at all. Moksha's pride was hurt, and not only that, but he'd been pissed off that he couldn't help Gray. Much less pissed, more hiding his anxiety with anger. Calum could see right through Moka.
"Gray! Y-you should g-go see Moksha," he said quickly, biting his lip, "He was really worried about you." He gave a glanced at Johannes, feeling really upset at himself that he felt even the slightest amount of anger towards the leader. The guy was really nice, but when he didn't let Moksha help that...didn't help anyone. Calum touched his bruise and winced, and sort of turned to hear the heavy footsteps of a man in dress shoes; Moksha was on his way over, surprisingly calm looking. He must have spotted Gray from a distance.
Moksha didn't expect to see Gray out right away, and he wasn't surprised that Johannes was apologizing; looked like Gray was more independent and useful than Johannas himself. Moksha approached with a sneer on his face, pulling his suit jacket open and pulling out a small canteen of water. "Would you look at this, Johannes, you did it," he said sarcastically, his pride in his chest and a rather irritated tone to his voice. He handed the canteen towards Gray, giving Johannes a look.
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
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.3;;"][align=center]WHEN PREMISE EXPLODES AND THE ROOM STARTS TO SHAKE
[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.
[align=center][size=8pt]Hand still holding out the drink, he lifted the other up and put it on one narrow hip, kind of popping it out to the side, watching Johannes with a very bored expression. As Johannes spoke he lifted that same hand up to pick the dirt from under his nails with his canines, looking at his nails for a moment before putting his hand back on his hip. "I went out hunting for this place to make sure there was enough food to give out, since rabbit meat makes me gag," he said, holding up one finger, "I tried to save his life at the beginning of this whole thing, and you told me to stop," second finger, "I was right to be angry. What if Gray had been injured under there? Bleeding out? Then he would have died while you were worried about my intellegence on the basis of fucking industrial mining." The last three words were snapped, not loud, but harsh. Three fingers up, "Oh, Calum, what was that last thing I said a while back?"
He looked to Calum, who kind of nodded and added quietly. "Moksha knows a lot about tunnels and metal. Uh, also he really didn't want to see your stupid face," he said, holding up his hands as to say 'not me, not me' and giggling. "His words, but way more insulting, not mine." He smiled and grabbed the water from Moksha, bouncing over to Gray to hold it out to him with a happy grin. "Do you need anything, Gray? Maybe a long walk? A bath?" His smile was sad, leaving Moksha to his spite.
We will fight or we will fall
Til the angels save us all
[/table]
During the first couple days when they'd been working, he'd had two options: listen to the sounds of his would-be saviors, or succumb to the fear and darkness. Naturally, he focused on listening to the people out there, especially after the flame went out. He knew who had been there, trying to help. Moksha, but only in the immediate wake of the cave in. Narin and Johannes, Calum too but he was pretty sure he hadn't heard the young man digging so much as bringing him food and water, providing some amount of company and moral support.
Then... it petered off. Fewer people came, and for less time each day. They still brought him food and water, but the efforts to actually free him decreased. And that's what his takeaway would be. That they'd stop caring, stopped trying. Even Johannes. And for the boy that feared being forgotten, that was as crushing as the ceiling caving in on him would have been.
He didn't want to see Johannes. He didn't want to see anyone. Despite his extended isolation, he just wanted to be alone. Or, if he had to see these people, he didn't want them to pretend, because that's what they were doing in his eyes. Pretending to care, pretending to be happy. But he (thought) he knew better, that they wish he'd died in that hole.
He wiped his filthy sleeve across his face, drying the tears and forcing himself to stop crying. It took a second and a rather large sniffle, but he managed to compose himself. He leveled an icy look towards Johannes. "Am I hurt, am I hungry?" He scoffed, climbing to his feet. "What do you think?" He held up his hands, hands and fingers caked in dirt and blood, that were (inexplicably to anyone unaware of his matches,) burned. He lowered them, shoving them back into his hoodie pocket, making it clear he didn't want anyone to try and dote over him. "What about you, Chief? Are your hands bloodied and dirtied by your efforts to clear the cave in?"
He looked at Johannes for a long moment. He was sorry? I bet he is. Gray thought bitterly. Strangely he didn't mock it, nor would he accept it. He'd just stare at Johannes until Calum appeared.
Gray spoke in a way that seemed to bare his teeth. "I bet he was just worried sick."Which would explain his absence. Bitterness. He was all bitterness. He was not someone that forgave easily, especially of people that in his eyes were insincere.
He leveled a similarly icy glare at Moksha as the giant man arrived next. "Johannes didn't do shit. No one did, least of all you." Maybe someday he'd find himself good friends with these people, and he'd regret the things he said. Or at least hadn't dismissed the work they'd done when he was first trapped so easily. But right now, he couldn't imagine it. He took a step away from everyone, denying all their offers of food and water.
A fight was beginning to break out between Johannes and Moksha, and Gray could barely find enough energy in him to be annoyed. So this was what they'd been doing this whole time? Bickering like children? Maybe it wasn't Gray that was the child here - though then again, he was throwing his own fit too.
"I'd have died while you... hunted because you're a picky eater and Johannes overthinks shit so nothing gets done. Kay. Is this what you two have been doing this whole time? Acting like toddlers?" He scoffed again. "Nice knowing where your fuckin' priorities are." He glanced at Calum, probably the only one here that hadn't pissed him off so far, but by no means someone he was going to run to. "I need these two to get their heads out of their asses." He'd get his own food, draw his own bath, take his own walk. Clearly no one else would do anything for him, and just offered so they'd look like good, nice people and not like people so self-absorbed they'd have let a kid die.
//ic opinions <3
[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
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
Narin heard the commotion; of course she did. She'd spent plenty of time hunting around the mines, looking for better ways to dig in and just.. Anything, really. She knew she was the only one thinking clearly right now, but she was injured and she couldn't save Gray herself; not that many of the Lodgers had been much help, considering they cared more for their own pride and power within the group.
The woman raced over, mildly concerned. It seemed as if Moksha had finally snapped, or Johannes had; either way, if anything happened she wanted to be there. She wasn't expecting to see Gray, bloodied and bruised, outside and at least alive.
Jesus christ, they were fighting while the kid was still bloody in the snow.
"All of you shut the fuck up. Gray, can you walk back to the Lodge?" Narin snapped, her voice authoritative but not threatening. "-And kid, stop talking. You can rat at us all you want after I know you aren't about to collapse from exhaustion." Narin said, standing next to him. She glanced at Calum, wincing as she noticed his bruise. She tried to pretend she hadn't noticed though, since she didn't want to alienate him even further.
"And if I hear a single fucking peep out of either of you before Gray is safe, I'll take it upon myself to burn the damn Lodge down myself you inconsiderate fucks." Narin snapped one last time, her eyes locked on both Johannes and Moksha's. It was clear there was respect still lingering, but it was buried underneath a layer of authority sparked from the apparent power-vacuum left by Johannes finally snapping and giving in to his anger.
[align=center][size=8pt]Calum winced back and kind of backed up towards Moksha, looking extremely anxious and upset about the situation. He didn't like it when people yelled at Moksha; it wasn't entirely his fault, either. At least Gray had pointed out both ends of it, sort of. He sighed and stepped behind Moksha, leaning up against him like he was a wall, with his arms crossed, officially stepping out of the conversation.
Moksha sighed, rolling his eyes at the two of them, "Sorry, I was trying not to be reckless," he huffed, glaring at Johannes again and nudging Calum off of him. The younger boy stumbled and looked at Moksha as the large man took his water back and turned away, raising a hand in a farewell. "I highly doubt that in and of itself would benefit anyone," he called over his shoulder at Narin. He was going to go put extra supports in that mine, now that doing so wouldn't cause any issues for Gray.
Calum stood there, looking lost for a moment before crossing his arms and setting his glare on the ground. He wasn't happy with anyone here at all. Least of all Johannes and the fact that everyone took the side of him before thinking that maybe Moksha did have feelings. Calum realized he himself might have been biased but he didn't care. Moksha could be the most helpful person when someone didn't make him mad. He kicked a stone before scowling and storming off towards the lodge to find something to do. He wanted to yell at them but he didn't want to upset Gray...
Moksha's words--and Calum's--did nothing to change his mind or impress any sense of guilt on him that he wasn't already feeling. If anything, the insults that Moksha clearly didn't feel like voicing himself, only angered the dictator more. Gray's plight in the back of his mind, the need to take care of him and make sure he was safe--began to fade with the rage that grew. This time, he was the one fueled by fury, while the giant kept his cool. If it weren't for Gray or Narin, he probably would have started yelling or worse--but the teen's interjection did plenty to halt him in his tracks.
Gray looked terrible. He'd known that--he shouldn't have dignified Moksha with any sort of response; not that his response was any sort of 'dignified' in the first place. He shouldn't have spoken at all. None of that really eclipsed the actual source of the guilt he felt. And the guilt he hoped Moksha felt. The guilt that stemmed from them...not knowing what to do, or refusing to do it, or just--whatever the reason, not getting him out. He wasn't good at this--Gray was staring him down, and it wasn't long before the dictator's eyes dropped to his hands, swallowing hard and just giving a quick nod. He could...take this from Gray. It hurt--but it sure fucking hurt Gray a lot more to be stuck down there. He wasn't going to argue. The sting was only there because he was right. He wanted to help--but he didn't know how to do it best, and his overthinking cost them precious time. If Narin hadn't stepped in, he didn't know if they'd gotten to the vent in time. He knew he'd have done anything to make sure Gray didn't starve--but past that? And clearly, he wasn't enough. He needed help. As dictator he should have been able to get it. That, he knew, was his fault. He would have rather died himself digging Gray out; but when there was so much at stake--so much care was needed, he couldn't imagine not over thinking this--
His thoughts were flitting over what he could have done differently, and it was Narin who jolted him back to the present. A retort to Moksha was wiped clean out of him. He snapped his mouth shut and managed to meet her eyes, giving a quick nod. She...was taking charge where he clearly couldn't; but no matter how guilty he felt for that or frustrated, he wasn't going to demand she stand down when clearly she had a better grasp than he did. He stiffened again at Moksha's words, but looked over at the pair as they moved off. He didn't quite understand this--how that man could be so calm one moment and so beside himself the next. He also realized he...had no idea, what went on in Calum's head. This was all confusing, and stressful, but he reminded himself; he wasn't the one in the most stressful position right now.
He didn't want to open his mouth for fear of pissing off Gray, or Narin, further; but he could...try to make himself useful. He took the food that he'd offered Gray, not certain whether to offer it once more or wait till they got back to the lodge.
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
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[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
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• INJURIES: dogbite on left leg, mostly healed.
• BRUSQUE| QUIET | HELPFUL
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• 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.
