[ way down we go - open, invite ]

[ikigai.]

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— adrien couldn’t remember a time where he had left the city. he had a great life there, a group full of family and friends.. he couldn’t picture himself leaving the place when there was so much that kept him tied down there. needless to say he hadn’t quite known what to expect once he left saint louis on his own to invite a few of the groups his dad had mentioned. the first group he had been told to visit was the badlands, a group that lived by the ocean - and, if the name was true to their character, then he noted to himself to keep on his toes.

once he found himself deep into badlander territory, he slowed to a stop and waited for someone to come and greet him. he doubted it was like saint louis where people could come and go from the city as they pleased.

[ hello hello!
this is a short post but this is an invite to saint louis’s horse racing event. it’s set for the 15th. your characters can bring their horse or just be there to socialize!]

[CATALYST]

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Staying in one place and never leaving... Nah, they couldn't see that working. When you're young and dependent on someone settled, maybe, but eventually you'll get pulled away from that life, one way or another. That's how Cat looked at it, anyway. Life kept moving, always, and you could only move in place for so long before Fate yanked you out of your comfort zone.

There was someone loitering around, decidedly not a Badlander but looking like he had some reason to be there. Eh, better find out what it was. "What are you doing here?" Cat asked, striding over with their hands in their pockets

//wow this is real bad but it's here

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]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
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot

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 biological 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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[DoI]

[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]tinny never seemed far behind cat, always trailing after them like he was a lost puppy. tinny has nothing else to do, it was too soon to check on the eggs, he still had a book that he was reading (which he had in hand, and was reading as he followed behind cat. his nose was stuck in Lord of the Flies, seeming very interested in it all, when cat suddenly stopped and they spoke to someone. “oh. someone’s h-here..” he breathed out and slowly hid behind the larger person, holding his book to his chest tightly. “i-i’m tinny.” he introduced, voice soft.

[capt. salem]

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

Salem really had no point in criticizing Cat for getting chased around by yet another rugrat, since he had the whole Sel thing going on, but it was still pretty hilarious to see their brooding leader trailed by a stuttering boy.

"I think you're lucky you didn't get robbed before you got found by the right people." Salem commented, trotting up beside Cat and shooting the visitor a grin. Pretty much most of the questions had been asked so far, so Salem decided to wait for the visitor's answer.

[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]
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