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ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - capt. salem - 06-21-2019
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Captain Salem Monty; well, ex-captain technically, but Salem would rather cut off another two fingers than acknowledge that Shire has the authority to strip him of his rank. Because frankly, fuck that guy; Revenge had always been Salem's main motivator, and Shire decided to throw himself straight into the tracks.
But that'd have to wait. Salem needed a new crew to roll with, he hated being alone and the two days by himself since he'd been thrown off his ship had been torturous. Luckily he knew there was a settlement just up the coast; his crew had never raided it, since they hadn't wanted to tangle with a place as big and bloodhungry as the Badlands, but now Salem was more than happy to throw himself at the mercy of these survivors and hope they'd let him join their pack.
Gods, loneliness was one hell of an inhibition loosener.
When he finally crested the hills lining the perimeter of the Badlands, he nearly cried at the sight of the small town. He'd managed to scavenge some food and drinkable water on the way, and the stumps where his pinky fingers used to be had mostly stopped bleeding, so he had no reason except relief to be feeling so weak in the knees.
Still, he ought to be careful. He had no reason to think they'd accept him, and there was a definite probability they'd chase him off and he'd go back to wandering until he finally found a place to call home. But still- there was a chance, albeit slim, that he'd find a home among these murderers and monsters.
He noticed someone - border patrol, maybe? - heading towards him. He'd been spotted, evidently, but he didn't mind. He cupped one hand around his mouth while his other hand went for his blade, and shouted at the approaching people. "Hail! My name is Captain Monty Salem, is this place accepting recruits?"
But that'd have to wait. Salem needed a new crew to roll with, he hated being alone and the two days by himself since he'd been thrown off his ship had been torturous. Luckily he knew there was a settlement just up the coast; his crew had never raided it, since they hadn't wanted to tangle with a place as big and bloodhungry as the Badlands, but now Salem was more than happy to throw himself at the mercy of these survivors and hope they'd let him join their pack.
Gods, loneliness was one hell of an inhibition loosener.
When he finally crested the hills lining the perimeter of the Badlands, he nearly cried at the sight of the small town. He'd managed to scavenge some food and drinkable water on the way, and the stumps where his pinky fingers used to be had mostly stopped bleeding, so he had no reason except relief to be feeling so weak in the knees.
Still, he ought to be careful. He had no reason to think they'd accept him, and there was a definite probability they'd chase him off and he'd go back to wandering until he finally found a place to call home. But still- there was a chance, albeit slim, that he'd find a home among these murderers and monsters.
He noticed someone - border patrol, maybe? - heading towards him. He'd been spotted, evidently, but he didn't mind. He cupped one hand around his mouth while his other hand went for his blade, and shouted at the approaching people. "Hail! My name is Captain Monty Salem, is this place accepting recruits?"
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - CATALYST - 06-22-2019
C A T A L Y S T
[table]What was home? Was it four walls and a roof? Was it more than that, a place that you felt some sort of connection to, be it through time or tribulation? Or was it the people around you? Did the people around you have to be family, or was it again, a matter of time or tribulation? Cat didn't know. For years, home had just been a short hand for home base, whatever shithole they had taken up residence for the time being.
The only place that had felt like home was Molly's house, way back when they were little. Sure, the neighborhood at large had sucked, but it had been home. The Young Rogues, Mourningstar, it had never compared. But even Catalyst had come to the Badlands hoping that they might find some sort of home. At first, they hadn't been successful. Considering they'd been rejected and imprisoned, how could it be home?
But it was now. They ran this fucking town, at the people that had once refused their leadership now looked to it. And, by some miracle, Fate had been kind enough to grant them a family. Like a full, proper family. Their mother, who they owed everything to, their father, who they had thought was dead, their boyfriend, who they loved more than they knew was even possible, and their daughter, who they would give the world to.
Yeah. This place was home.
The yelling brought Cat's attention to a figure they hadn't yet noticed. They gestured to their patrol, moving swiftly over the sand to go greet Salem. "You gonna shank me if I say no?" They asked, looking at the sword. These days they couldn't be too careful.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/11/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
[/spoiler]
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - capt. salem - 06-22-2019
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
The person who approached was a welcome sight; probably a bit younger than him, dressed like they were used to catching people's attention and then immediately losing it. Well, for now Salem was solely focused on them; a bright grin spread over his face at the sight of another person, though his hand didn't move from the hilt of his blade.
"Shank? No, I'm hoping there won't be bloodshed," Salem said with a shrug. "But you can't be too careful around strangers." He added after a moment.
"Now, I figured that'd be a simple question; Unless you plan on making me jump through a few hoops for the answer?" Salem said humorously, trying to lighten the other person's attitude. He knew he could be fairly intimidating, but he'd been making an effort to be kind and welcoming. Maybe he was rusty at the whole "befriending people" thing.
Salem put his free hand into a pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels, hissing a bit at the pain of moving his hands while they were still raw and bloodied. Still, he needed the movement; he hadn't spent so long on land since he was fourteen, and day by day he missed the rocking of waves underneath his former ship more and more.
"Shank? No, I'm hoping there won't be bloodshed," Salem said with a shrug. "But you can't be too careful around strangers." He added after a moment.
"Now, I figured that'd be a simple question; Unless you plan on making me jump through a few hoops for the answer?" Salem said humorously, trying to lighten the other person's attitude. He knew he could be fairly intimidating, but he'd been making an effort to be kind and welcoming. Maybe he was rusty at the whole "befriending people" thing.
Salem put his free hand into a pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels, hissing a bit at the pain of moving his hands while they were still raw and bloodied. Still, he needed the movement; he hadn't spent so long on land since he was fourteen, and day by day he missed the rocking of waves underneath his former ship more and more.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - CATALYST - 06-23-2019
C A T A L Y S T
[table]"But you're ready for it anyway?" They asked, glancing down and noticing the mangled mess of his hands. Jesus fucking Christ, what had happened to him? "Good thing to be around here." They continued, though their voice had shifted a bit. Right. His question. "We're always accepting recruits, but there'll be hoops later." While not strictly necessary, if he wanted any kind of future here, he'd have to go through them.
"My name's Cat, by the way. I'm in charge around here."
//muse? idk her
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/23/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
[/spoiler]
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - capt. salem - 06-24-2019
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Salem tapped the hilt of his sword as the other person spoke, designing to not respond to their initial first sentences; they'd already pretty much exhausted that conversational avenue, and he didn't see any need to justify himself further. It wasn't like he'd actually drawn the weapon.
"Hoops later?" Salem asked, assuming his questioning tone was enough of an open request for clarification. At least he didn't need to go through any sort of hazing process just to get accepted in, but he was slightly more nervous at the idea of there being complications down the road.
"Nice 'ta meet you, Cat. Do you have a title or something I should address you with?" Salem said, reaching out one hand for Cat to shake. Sure, it'd be a little painful, but he'd much rather show a sign of immediate respect than let his loyalties hang in the air, uncertain and suspicious.
"Hoops later?" Salem asked, assuming his questioning tone was enough of an open request for clarification. At least he didn't need to go through any sort of hazing process just to get accepted in, but he was slightly more nervous at the idea of there being complications down the road.
"Nice 'ta meet you, Cat. Do you have a title or something I should address you with?" Salem said, reaching out one hand for Cat to shake. Sure, it'd be a little painful, but he'd much rather show a sign of immediate respect than let his loyalties hang in the air, uncertain and suspicious.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - ADDY. - 06-24-2019
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 addy had no idea what the hell was going on when he wandered over towards the newcomer and catalyst, and the patrol group standing a ways back. it looked like the two had introduced themselves, and simply, all addy could do was glance between the two for a moment as he got closer. he never really had been afraid of just walking into any situation; one with a newcomer definitely wasn’t that intimidating to him.
“s’he wanting to join?†he asked catalyst, glancing at them before looking back at the newcomer. this guy didn’t seem like one to join a group; he didn’t know, he just got that.. feeling from the guy. he looked a lot more like a loner. then again, addy had thought himself to be better off alone, and shit had he been wrong.
//sorry for this post yikes
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - capt. salem - 06-25-2019
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Salem still held out his hand for Cat to shake, but nodded his head in greeting as another person approached. He offered a warm smile- sort of weird for him, but truthfully he was still a bit high on the feeling of having a semi-positive conversation with another human being.
"Yep, that was the topic of conversation." Salem answered, eyeing the stranger and struggling between feeling wary and welcoming. "My name's Salem, can I make your acquaintance as well?"
He wouldn't really call himself a loner. Wait, shit, was he a loner? He liked being around people, he hated being alone for long periods of time, but he never really fostered interpersonal relationships beyond the necessities and whatever his former crewmates wanted to elevate him to. He'd gotten used to the idea of having a small group around him who he trusted with his life, and who trusted him with their lives in turn; it was sort of weird to think that he didn't have anything close to such a bond with anybody, anymore.
"Yep, that was the topic of conversation." Salem answered, eyeing the stranger and struggling between feeling wary and welcoming. "My name's Salem, can I make your acquaintance as well?"
He wouldn't really call himself a loner. Wait, shit, was he a loner? He liked being around people, he hated being alone for long periods of time, but he never really fostered interpersonal relationships beyond the necessities and whatever his former crewmates wanted to elevate him to. He'd gotten used to the idea of having a small group around him who he trusted with his life, and who trusted him with their lives in turn; it was sort of weird to think that he didn't have anything close to such a bond with anybody, anymore.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - ADDY. - 06-26-2019
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 he glanced between the pair as the newcomer - salem - greeted him. while the new person seemed to be stuck on whether to be cautious, welcoming, or a bit of both, the redhead’s default was to play it safe. everyone was a threat until proven innocent, in his mind. still, this was going to be someone that he’d see around pretty often. might as well not be a fuckin’ asshole. for the time being, at least.
“addy,†he introduced himself simply, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded this salem guy. eyes wandered absently towards the hand he held out for catalyst-- and wait what the fuck. “who did you piss off?†most arguably wouldn’t have been so blunt about the whole ‘missing pinkies’ thing. but if someone got their fingers chopped off, the redhead felt like he had the right to know what the fuck happened before simply letting the guy walk around in their territory.
Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - CATALYST - 06-28-2019
C A T A L Y S T
[table]Cat was an observer; they took note of everything and liked getting a sense of people before making final calls. But there wasn't much they could really do at the border, only so much they could assess when people were putting on their best behavior. But over time, much more could be learned, and in most things, they could be very patient. "For initiation as a full member. Don't worry, you won't have to do anything too crazy." They said that, but it wasn't really true.
A title? Eh, well, sort of, but it wasn't really necessary. They didn't make anyone else call them that, though sometimes Mike opted to (not as much as he used to). "You can call me boss, if you want to." They shook his hand, not-so-subtly looking at the damage done to it. "Good question." They muttered, just in case Salem got any ideas about dodging it.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/27/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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Re: ALL MY GUTS TRY TO SPILL [] open, joiner - capt. salem - 06-28-2019
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Everything had been going pretty well, it sounded like initiation as a full member wouldn't be a problem and the other man offered his name without too much fuss. "Sounds good, captain." Salem said, winking slightly; hey, he was allowed a little bit of comedy to try and get his new... Friends? Nah, that implied a sort of bond. Companions? Yeah, his new temporary companions to lighten up a bit. He retracted his hand after the handshake and hooked a few fingers over his belt.
He let out a huff at the frankly pretty rude question. He didn't walk up and immediately ask about Catalyst's weird face scar; fucking hell, was he going to have to deal with people prying into his business? When he'd been captain he'd been able to simply brush off any unwarranted concern, but now it seemed as though they weren't going to let him dodge that question.
"My old crew did it. I'm not done with them, but don't worry yourselves over it right now." Salem said, giving just enough information that they'd hopefully be sated. He could feel himself getting frustrated and emotional and just- ugh, a lot of ugly emotions welling inside him as he remembered kicking and screaming on the beach while Casey brandished that knife and-
He noticed he'd been clenching his fingers into fists, and his posture had become tensed and hunched. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax before he started shouting or something worse. "Well that avenue of conversation is dead. You said your name was Addy? Nice to meet you, bud."
He let out a huff at the frankly pretty rude question. He didn't walk up and immediately ask about Catalyst's weird face scar; fucking hell, was he going to have to deal with people prying into his business? When he'd been captain he'd been able to simply brush off any unwarranted concern, but now it seemed as though they weren't going to let him dodge that question.
"My old crew did it. I'm not done with them, but don't worry yourselves over it right now." Salem said, giving just enough information that they'd hopefully be sated. He could feel himself getting frustrated and emotional and just- ugh, a lot of ugly emotions welling inside him as he remembered kicking and screaming on the beach while Casey brandished that knife and-
He noticed he'd been clenching his fingers into fists, and his posture had become tensed and hunched. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax before he started shouting or something worse. "Well that avenue of conversation is dead. You said your name was Addy? Nice to meet you, bud."
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]