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[abbr=biography && tags in signature]cecil winters[/abbr] &― he covered up my teary eyes ,
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Throwing his feet over the sides of the bed, the young man stands carefully, adjusting his makeshift cast for a moment before making his way out of his room and down the halls of the apartment in which Northstar resides. He's dressed in only a long shirt, though it reaches to his knees, like a nightgown—he's forgotten to dress himself appropriately in his half-awake stumble toward the Costco, and he slips into the building the same way Charlie had, only to come face to face with a scene that he had been hoping wouldn't happen. Wolfbite has Charlie pinned down, and the sickly boy begins to shake, taking a few steps backward. He doesn't know what to do. He shouldn't be so afraid, but after his torture at the hands of the Italian, he can't take his eyes off of him. Strangely, the anger with him had faded with the initial pain, and he was merely left afraid.

What was he to do? He couldn't speak. So, Cecil just stayed off to the side, pressed against the wall, looking terrified. If Wolfbite saw him, it'd be obvious that something was entirely out of the oridinary, as he would not react like this without good reason. [b]"Wol—" he tries to call out, but his throat tightens, stopping him, and he presses his fingers to his bandages softly. As he suspected, he can't tell him who this is. So, he quiets, merely watching with wide eyes; hopefully this turns out alright for Northstar, even if all of this was his fault.

Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - clover. - 09-10-2017

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FOLLOW FEAR LIKE FAITH — INFORMATION
clover had stopped helping someone carry items at the sound of wolfbite's voice. "go!" she hisses at the NPC, ushering them out the window. in the hopes that charlie could handle himself, just for a few more moments, the woman keeps pushing things out the window into the arms of those waiting; this raid would fall-out if they didn't leave with anything from the northstar's supply.

she notices cecil hugging the walls and though she had hardened herself for this raid, she couldn't help but feel a slip of pity for the man; she recognized him as the one charlie had beaten to get the information for. but the feeling disspated as she watches marg run between charlie and wolfbite, panic rising as she waits for a response.

//this is so lame,,,screw writer's block
[spoiler=✨ TAGS | AUGUST EIGHTEENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover; won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three years old / mentally and physically an adult
— the badlands / chamber

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★
— never takes off the silver ring engraved with roses and vines on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and a passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ x.
— physical health: 100% / mental health: 95%
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— she is 5'9'', which is considerably taller than most woman so she tends to tower over many others. she has short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, and caramel brown skin that is typically covered with long sleeved clothing but from time-to-time she can be seen with a t-shirt. often, she is wearing a black hijab and lipstick. clover's ears are pierced, and she wears silver studs. a scar stretches across her stomach. she has swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms but they are never seen due to her outfits, which she conveniently cuts to cover herself.

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier, friendly
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits:[/color] literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / amity / mbti type
— clover is an amiable and patient person, born with mother-like instincts. she is prone to keeping tabs on people, but she means no harm by it; if she cares about you, she does it to be sure that you're alright. at times, it's difficult for clover to relax, and her serious attitude can sometimes put people off.

[b]RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★
— bisexual / single / not necessarily looking or interested
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older biological sister is priscilla (npc)
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (often) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold underline
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, and conceals one on the inside of her thigh as well as in her sleeves or pocket. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. along with that, she'll typically carry an automatic pistol on her hip.

OTHER ·ﾟ★
— heartchart / pinterest / bio / pm this account for plots
— lowkey based off of kanaya maryam from homestuck[/spoiler]


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CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - charlie luciano - 09-10-2017

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// please no posting until [member=2709]WOLFBITE[/member] does!!

Shit, they were late. Two fucking days later, they had arrived. The trek had taken longer than expected, and Charlie was hoping that they wouldn't be met face-to-face with any unexpected guests. Charlie led his crew over the "border" of the Northstar District, hushing them and telling them to keep it down. If they were to be caught, then they would be outnumbered. Albeit he was under the impression that the Northstar District was a breeding ground for wussies, they would still be outnumbered.

The group had finally arrived at the Costco at around midnight, the place where all of ND's supplies were held. Food, clothing, the essentials... everything that the Badlands desperately needed. These greedy assholes wanted to trade with them, yet they had nothing to trade. The fire and the coyote attack had left them practically clinging to life. Charlie wasn't going to let them rot away to die. He didn't lose.

Charlie had made his way through the faulty window that Cecil had informed him of. He felt a wave of relief and satisfaction wash though him as he landed on the floors of the dark building, the echo of his shoes rippling through the building. He fetched a flashlight from his pocket and he clicked it on, seeing stocks of items lining the walls and the aisles. They had gotten in. "Alright, whoever was being th' lookout, stay outside. Whoever was helpin' load the stuff, get your asses in here. We ain't got all night." The Warchief ordered.

The man then moved, along with the help of an NPC, to hoist up the larger metal door. That way, the boxes could be transported in and out of the building with ease. Charlie, after he was done, proceeded to help with making do with the Northstar District's supplies.

my name's forever known


Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - TATIANA - 09-10-2017

track bc leader of baddies

Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - dannychan - 09-10-2017

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Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - merged stuff - 09-10-2017

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Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - Advay. - 09-10-2017

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Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - WOLF BITE - 09-10-2017

[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]It wasn't common for Wolfbite to do nightly patrols around the Costco. He set up a little schedule for those who volunteered to guard the warehouse, recently feeling anxious after Cecil's return. He suspected his kidnappers would return for something, and they wouldn't return alone. That day, he felt something in the back of his mind whisper to him, urging him to at least check up on the warehouse stocked with their supplies, and boy was he glad that he followed it. A can drops as he approaches the back, where the defense is not as strong. Eyes squinting, he catches the sight of people squatting by the walls, looking antsy as they dart their gaze around. They aren't Northerners. "Hey!" he barks out, his face scrunching up slightly, reaching for his holster attached to the loop of his belt. It holds his hunting knife, a jagged edge lining one side of the blade, words engraved alongside it. It's in Russian, a special saying that he held dear.

Wolfbite sprints forward, lunging toward the first person he sees: Charlie. With his arm raised, he attempts to knock the Warchief backward, hopefully on to the ground where he could hold him still. "Who the fuck are you?" he hisses, chestnut eyes searching wildly across his face.

Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - Advay. - 09-10-2017

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay woke to the ending tones of Wolfbite shouting outside, and the angry barking out of his window. Two of his three big dogs were whining and barking viciously at the window, staring down into the Cosco. Advay was on the third floor in the apartment with a fire exit. Standing up out of bed, he stumbled over towards the window, his hair down and a mess of uneven cuts. What was happening? It was so dark he couldn't see, but he opened the window and in an instant, Atlantis jumped out and starting hurrying down the fire escape, pausing at the last, above the ground platform and barking angrily at the cosco, at where Wolfbite appeared to be.

Advay, unaware of the issue ,shouted out, "Wolf? What's going on?" As he did so, Africa jumped out after Atlantis, and Aruba followed, all three dogs starting down the fire escape to where they could jump down at the word of Advay's consent, should he need. They would probably hurt their paws but...they could do it.

Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - merged stuff - 09-10-2017

marg was a little late to the party. she would rush over, trying to get between wolfsbite and charlie. "whoa, whoa, calm down, mister." she would say, holding up her burnt hand to try and keep him away. no one would hurt charlie- not on her watch. "just get out of our way."

Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - SITRI— - 09-10-2017

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