AND HE DON'T KNOW HOW TO CUSS [MEETING + EXPLOSION]

[RAE]

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RAE MCLEOD | FOURTEEN | BIO

catalyst was already speaking when rae arrived at the casino, having been in no great hurry to get here. however upon realising her tardiness, like a school girl late to class, she hastily found a place to sit and did her best to appear interested. lately she'd had a lot more on her mind than whatever cat would have to say at meetings and she'd almost not attended this week's gathering, but at the last second had decided to show face - with the threat insurrection growing ever present in the badlands the meetings at least provided a sense of order and unity among its members.

it was at that second that the deafening sound of what she would discover to have been an explosion would make rae wish she'd not attended this meeting. nearly falling off her seat in shock and momentary confusion, she regained her balance and looked about at her allies, all of whom seemed to be in an equal state of surprise. instinctively, the teenager moved towards the source of the noise, along with a few others, and halted upon seeing the minor but noticeable damage to the exterior of the casino. what really caught her eye was the sight of several figures sprinting away from the site, most of whom at a glance couldn't be much older than she was.

rae would later be embarrassed by her lack of action - her first move was to follow after the teens and their pursuers, unarmed but ready to fuck their shit up, but when gunshots sounded she was stopped in her tracks, having only made it a few yards out of the doors of the casino. everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that moment, and she could only watch as one by bloody one their attackers were picked off, each gunshot just as deafeningly loud as the blast which had started all of this off. where the hell were they coming from? who the hell was firing them? what the hell?

rae had never considered herself a squeamish person. during her time on the road with her old group of allies she'd seen her fair share of violence and had had a relatively less sheltered upbringing than many her own age. however, witnessing the gory demise of this group of insurrectionists turned her stomach like she never would have expected and it was all she could do not to throw up over the steps of the casino. retreating into the open entrance behind her, a pale rae glanced over her shoulder, wordlessly checking the status of the others who had attended the meeting.

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[spoiler= information // 04/13]★★★ // RAEGAN J. MCLEOD. BORN 03/25/2025.
— female. badlands. worm.
— bio. main. spotify playlist.

★★★ // GRAEME MCLEOD [NPC] X ANNIE JAMES [NPC].
— ½ of nothing. no crush. bisexual. not looking. ellis is her partner in crime.
— no pets but would like a dog.

★★★ // FIVE FOOT. A HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS. 8/10 HEALTH.
rae is a rather scrawny young girl standing at five feet tall with not an ounce of fat on her. she's pale, but tans easily, and is covered in freckles. she has a pretty, youthful face with a small nose and round, dark brown eyes. her most noticeable feature is the scar that runs from cheek-to-cheek across the bridge of her nose. she keeps her thick, brunette hair tied back most of the time, allowing only her side bangs to fall over her forehead.
— face claim: foetus ellen page.
— voice claim: tara strong as cindy mcphearson.
current injures;; none.
permanent injures;; scar on her face and another on her shin from a fall as a child.

★★★ // ESFP. GRYFFINDOR. EXTROVERTED.
rae is an impulsive girl who rarely thinks before acting and doesn't take no for an answer. she's still finding herself and currently has a deep detestation for authority, usually being rebellious simply for the sake of being a rebel. she's naturally confrontational and unforgiving, but is extremely loyal and selfless once you earn her trust.
tropes;; rebellious teen. loose canon. tomboy.

★★★ // PREVIOUSLY CARRIED BACKPACK CONTAINING ESSENTIALS.
— usually has a knife in her belt.
— backpack contains small notepad, water bottle and a yo-yo.

★★★ // USES KNIFE BUT PREFERS TRAUMA WEAPONS. CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 5/10 TRAINED.
— never backs down from a fight and despite lack of training isn't afraid to get physical.
— requires training in use of firearms and hand-to-hand combat.
— not currently open to kill/maim. pm [member=2736]chara[/member] for capture/torture.
stats;; strength: 4/10. agility: 8/10. endurance: 6/10. accuracy: 5/10. luck: 8/10.[/spoiler]

[CREED]

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tw for violence, getting shot, blood

meetings had just been something creed put up with. she didn't necessarily enjoy them or dislike them either, she just put up with the short time they took up and then she went back to her day. she didn't like all of he talk there had been about the insurrection lately, she wanted to forget about them but she realized that she wasn't going to be able to forget until she was six feet under. creed stood with her arms crossed in the middle of the group, leg tapping lightly as she waited for it to conclude. then a loud bang was heard and she snapped out of it.

creed was quickly to turn on her feet and bolt out of the door and after the trio with the others. she began to get the pistol from the waist band of her jeans, raising to try and aim before the first shot from the sniper rang out. she stopped running, hearing mike barking orders to her, making her roll her eyes in annoyance. she took a step closer to cat though and trailed back with them to safety, her eyes glancing up to the rooftops.

creed's eyes caught onto the insurrectionist in time to see them aiming at cat. she acted without thinking, moving towards the outside to block cat as the sniper pulled the trigger. as the bullet ripped through her shoulder it felt as if someone was shoving a hot poker into her, a grunt of pain escaping her lips. she went to touch her shoulder, her hand coming back with blood on it, making her let out an annoyed laugh.

"we gotta find a better pastime for us that doesn't involve getting our asses handed to us." creed mentioned to cat as they helped her to cover, trying to lighten to mood a little bit and get her mind off of the latest wound.

as they went to go after mike, creed leaned her back against the casino, hissing as she went to shrug off her coat some so she could see where she had been shot. she quickly pulled it back up as she heard footsteps approaching her, she got the knife out from her boot and held it up. the insurrectionist turned the corner and kicked the knife out f her hand before hitting creed in the head with the end of their gun, knocking her out.

// i didn't know how to end it so yeah the picked her up and snatched her
she has been officially Taken

[CATALYST]

//tw for death, gore, violence, etc

Holy shit. Was that Paige? They had indeed noticed her absence, though with everything going on and the fact that people came and left all the time, they hadn't thought to put an expedition together to find her. She had tried playing that she was harmless, but that had fallen apart and they knew she wasn't. And hey, just look, she shot one of the fleeing bombers with a goddamn crossbow.

Before they could even open their mouth to greet her or... do something, shots rang out. One by one, all three Insurrectionists dropped to the ground, graphic holes blown through their heads by bullets that rained down from the roofs. "Get back!" They yelled, suddenly terrified that Paige would be the next teenager they saw die.

But it wasn't Paige that got shot next. It was Creed, and as they turned their head to see where she stood - it wasn't hard to see that the bullet she took was meant for them. Cat darted over to her, helped her to get under cover. "Medic!" They yelled, "Someone!" They didn't stay with her. Their greatest mistake of that day. Of that month. They didn't stay, because they couldn't let that bastard that just shot her get away with it. They tore after Mike.

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/05/19]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
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand

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
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