A MIGHTY OCEAN | JOINING

[A. MERCER]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Atlas had never figured the world would end. Like everyone else, he'd seen it coming in an abstract sorta way. People got too damn powerful, cared more about what they could do than what they should. Spent too much time caring about the future to care about each other. So sure he'd seen it coming, but that still didn't mean he expected it. It's like knowing Earth'll get roasted by the sun one day — you know it's coming but you can't even begin to imagine it happening. You just think you'll never live long enough to see it. But he had, him an' his dog. Nothing much had changed for Jericho. The dog was still a lazy bastard, sleeping all day for as long as he could, curling up on whatever musty old couch they crashed on for the night. And Atlas, maybe he hadn't changed much either. It all changed but nothing changed at the same time, that's just how it goes.

He's trodding towards nothing with slow, heavy steps, and he's been heading down that same goddamn path for a decade now. Aimless. Nothing left to walk towards. It'd be an easier life if he'd just stayed in his house with someone he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with, but the world loved surprising him. Always had something to say or something to toss in his way.

He'd heard about the groups out here; figured it'd be a good place to start over, test the waters with socialization and shit. Turns out it's already not his thing. Jericho's taken a liking to a shady patch of grass and dozed off while his owner stands on cracked asphalt and waits for — something. Didn't seem like he could just walk on up and claim a house, right? Doesn't mean he's not considering it. "Gonna have to shave you in this heat, Jer," he grunts to an answering snore. "Fuckin' bum."

[CATALYST]

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//I read the description of his dog and thought "wow Cat relates"
//also tw for some brief mention of blood

The end of the world was all Cat had ever known. They were born on the day that it started - down to the moment. Maybe it sounded rare, and technically it was. They weren't the only person that was born at that moment, though. They weren't entirely unique, as Derick had tried to make them believe. They sure as fuck weren't the harbinger of the apocalypse.

In some ways, they had a remarkably easy life. A good one, too, despite the marks all over their skin from confrontations new and old. But those marks spoke of some of the ways their life hadn't been easy, the blood that had been shed by them. Scars not from hard work, but rather hard won. They'd take those any day, but then they were a lazy but violent motherfucker.

They also would almost take Flintlock right now. They hated the cold, but they were starting to think they hated the heat even more. At least in the cold they could keep their clothes and dignity, but no, they were walking around in a fucking t-shirt and shorts. Perfectly respectable for most people, but for Cat? Going around naked would almost be better. Almost. Not quite.

"Gonna have to shave more than just him." They commented, strolling over and eyeing the very hairy man. How did he deal with all that hair? They could never. Shaving was an every day (every other day at most) ritual for them, they hated the feeling they got when they let their hair get shaggy or their beard grow out. They couldn't stand it - no matter how much Gav wanted them to grow out their beard a little bit. Or a lot of bit. "You're on Badlands territory. What are you doing here?"

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 08/16/19]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
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot
⇥ 08/05/39 ⇥ Confronted Louie about his drinking
⇥ 08/01/39 ⇥ Was confronted by Addy about their cult past
⇥ 07/30/39 ⇥ Went with Salem and Addy to the confrontation
⇥ 07/29/39 ⇥ Got in a fight with Volatile

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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[capt. salem]

AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |

Salem wasn't hairy, well he wasn't any more hairy than the average man. He kept his facial hair cut back to the stubble most of the time, and his hair wasn't that long yet but he'd need to cut it soon, and he wouldn't go into descriptions of his body underneath his current flannel and jeans setup.

But this dude? A bit of a testosterone disaster. He didn't look bad, it was just surprising; maybe he was trying to match with the mutt of his, or something like that. Was that a mutt? Salem didn't remember what the dog breeds were before the world ended.

"Don't be rude, it's bad luck to cut your hair." Salem said, strolling up to Catalyst and flashing them a freshly-shaven grin. He didn't mention that it was mainly a sailor's rumor, and not perpetuated much on land. "And it sounds like he'll be shaving his dog, keep up bud." Now Salem was just trying to be a dick, but it was fun to mess with Catalyst.

It was like poking a bear; eventually it'd wake up and maul you, but it hadn't yet. "But I digress, it's a good question. What's a guy like you doing trespassing?"

[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]

[A. MERCER]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 9.2pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ asdfalsh jericho really is super relatable

Must be a helluva life, huh? Thinking it was all your fault? Atlas's been there. Maybe not with the whole fate of the world on his shoulders, but there were a few disasters he carried around on his back. Not things he'd get into with a bunch of strangers (most of them are hardly things he dares to bring up with himself), though pain doesn't just go away when he doesn't talk about it. (That whole if a tree falls in the forest thing? "If I don't acknowledge my pain is it still there?" Fuck that.) He wonders if other people have it easier, if they really do feel better when they stop thinking about it. All Atlas knows is that life has never been simple for him. He's not like Catalyst. Where they call themselves lazy but violent, Atlas is a rock that starts an avalanche. He wasn't on his own a violent thing, but actions always had their consequences. He decided, he acted — then everything went to hell. It wasn't supposed to, but Atlas got used to the world fucking up around him.

Life just tended to hit him harder than the rest. It shows on his face and body, the weary lines of his face and the coarseness to his skin. He can't physically tolerate his hair growing long enough to tie up even slightly, and his beard is always kept somewhat trimmed close, but there's a wildness to him nonetheless. A ratty unkemptness, a lack of love for himself and his appearance. It's not because of the bad luck Salem references, though that fuckin' follows him anyway. "Don't care much for looking like a twelve year old," he snorts to Catalyst, giving them a rather unimpressed look-over.

"Trespassin', huh? You guys care for it that much?" It'd be easiest not to rile them up, no matter how much he wants to remark about their touchiness, so Atlas just lifts his hands in an irritated gesture of surrender before dropping them back down. "Just looking for a place to stay, I guess."

[ADDY.]

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— he hadn’t figured there’d be a new joiner around. as he sauntered over to a growing group, though, of course seeing salem and catalyst there before he made it - he wasn’t even slightly surprised about seeing a newcomer at the border. he had managed to get there just in time to hear the man snort at catalyst, which was really all it took to win addy over more often than not. not that he would show how interested he really was. in actuality, the only thing that truly did catch his interest was the man’s dog. he’d never been much for pets and animals. while he used to always dream of having them as a kid, he was still rather hesitant to ever think about getting too close to one.

since he was rather late to the party, he simply wandered close enough to be able to listen in on the conversation- all the while eyeing the dog with a blank, unimpressed expression.


//sorry for this short and sucky and late post

[CATALYST]

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Ah, Salem, he and Addy always seemed to have a quip. It was actually sort of fun to go back and forth with them, though they had to keep focused on the situation at hand... Oh, but they couldn't let him just say something and not say something back; that's not how that worked. "That must be why my life is so shit." They couldn't pretend that they couldn't find something to complain about, but it wouldn't be anything substantial. "I said he'd have to shave more than the dog. Where does that imply I wasn't aware of that? You need to clean your ears."

Then their attention shifted back to Atlas. They'd never actually believed that it was them that caused the end of the world, but they'd played the part of herald well. Even now, years after walking away from the cult, doing everything they could to cut ties with it, there was remnants of the bringer of darkness. Even now, they struggled to leave behind the name Derick had given them. They were alike in that way, Catalyst and Atlas; both their names spoke of burdens. "I don't have enough spite in me to grow my beard out." And they had a lot of fucking spite. And a boyfriend that pouted or whined whenever they shaved.

Did they really care that much about trespassers? "Yeah." They had people they cared about here - their parents, their siblings, their boyfriend, their kid, not to mention the rest of the Badlands - that they had to protect. After all their failings (and before, of course) they took that shit seriously. But would they turn someone that wanted to join away, provided they weren't suspicious? Fuck no. "You've found one. What's your name?"

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 08/22/19]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
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot
⇥ 08/05/39 ⇥ Confronted Louie about his drinking
⇥ 08/01/39 ⇥ Was confronted by Addy about their cult past

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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