i didn't choose this city --- visitor from bl, open

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

It was fucking cold; compared to the warming beaches and sun-baked concrete streets of the Badlands, Flintlock's version of "spring" was basically just Winter: Warmer Edition. But still he rode on his little fluffy mare through the snow-crystallized mountain landscape, slowly but surely approaching his destination.

Soon he saw the Lodge in the distance, and he slowed his approach to a frustrating crawl. He didn't try to be quiet, he encouraged his mare to step on as many twigs as she wanted and started whistling a cheery tune; he didn't want to freak out the poor Lodge residents by stealthily inserting himself into their midst.

He wasn't coming here to fight, as evidenced by the fact he hadn't brought any other Badlanders with him. Not that he'd come unarmed - scimitar, wound whip and six-shot revolver on his hip showed he was plenty armed - but he couldn't be expected to go into the mountains without ways of defending himself.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[freddie]

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— fred would be a liar if he said that his first trip to flintlock hadn’t bothered him. then again, fred wasn’t exactly the most honest of men out there. his toes felt like they were freezing, his cheeks stung from wind burn. though he also didn’t come striding in on a mare, slowly making his way toward the lodge while humming some ill-fitting tune. he raised his brows before slowly deciding to approach. he liked to think his entrance had a bit more flair.

he stepped away from the lodge and closer towards the newcomer, saying into his walkie-talkie. “stranger heading towards the lodge.” how many times had people heard that announcement this week? eyes wandered over towards the stranger.

“you sound a bit pitchy, if you ask me,” he remarked as he stepped closer, the grin on his lips making the words come across more lighthearted. who was he to critique some absent whistling? eyes wandered towards the man’s armed weaponry, briefly lingering before looking back up. “what brings you here?”

[EDMUND.]

The last that Eddie had heard from the Badlands, Catalyst had been their unwavering leader. Honestly, Ed wasn’t sure how much Cat actually enjoyed his company on a personal level - seemingly preferring the likes of Hayley instead of a man like Eddie - but this wasn’t about any personal relations, was it? There’d been a positive stance between Flintlock Lodge and the Badlands for some time now, and Eddie wasn’t prepared to change how the two groups perceived each other.

With Freddie’s voice sounding in his walkie-talkie, Eddie uttered confirmation before beginning to make his way over, rifle slung comfortably over his shoulder as he slowed to a halt beside his cousin. He’d seen this person around before, namely in the Badlands for the sparring session. Eddie peered up at the man from where he sat on top of his horse, blue eyes unwavering from the man. He decided to not repeat Freddie’s question, instead standing silently beside his cousin whilst he waited for the Badlander to talk.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
[/spoiler]

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

Flair was what Salem specialized in, but not right now. Flair was for people he wanted to annoy and frustrate; not for people who'd been the allies of the Badlands since before Salem even washed ashore.

He stopped his whistling at the Lodger's comment, the tune breaking into scratchy, barking laughter. Scanning the stranger, he offered a grin of his own to match the other man's and pulled back on the reins to halt the mare's movement.

"Never been much of a whistler, so I guess it makes sense," Salem commented, scratching behind the mare's ear. She was ornery, lazy and slow but it sure beat climbing the mountain on foot. His gaze turned towards a more familiar figure; He recalled seeing the man at the sparring session as part of the flock of Lodgers that went.

"Suppose I should explain myself. I'm Salem and I come with news from the Badlands; Catalyst is out, gone in the night. I'm the new Top Dog now," Blunt and precise; he didn't need to mince words on this one, he'd specifically come with the goal in mind of letting Flintlock know about the leader change.

"I wanted to share the news, and reaffirm the Badlands and Flintlock's alliance as well as negotiate some other things. Mind if we go inside for that part? It's freezing out here and I'm a warm weather kinda guy," He shifted on the saddle as the cold bit uncomfortably through his coat

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[freddie]

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— if only the man knew how much his barking laughter just egged frederick on. standing there proud and with a beaming grin, he laughed softly at the man’s contagious amusement. the casual conversation was enough for his eyes to gleam, welcoming. he liked this guy. why wasn’t there more of this easy conversation where fred came from? he decided not to continue going on for attention, though, and simply let the man speak.

ah. so this was the new face of the badlands? eyes turned over to see eddie’s reaction to the news; the leader was the one who was most knowledgeable about the politics of it all. politics had seemed too boring for freddie at the time. now he wished he’d found himself as the master of all things political for the group.

deciding to admit when he wasn’t that important a piece of a meeting, he gestured towards the mare. “i could take her to the stable for you, if you wanted. so you two can discuss things in the lodge.” wasn’t that such a mature thing for the man to offer, if he said so himself. guess he wasn't just constant energy and amusement at all times -- there was a more serious side every once in a blue moon.

[EDMUND.]

Eddie tipped his chin up, interested, as Salem began to introduce himself. So this was the new Top Dog? He wondered what had happened to Catalyst for them to abandon their responsibilities, but Eddie chose not to question it. It wasn’t like Salem would know anyway. ❝ Salem? Edmund. ❞ He introduced, features unreadable as he spoke. ❝ Captain here. ❞

Fred offered to take the mare to the stable, Ed taking a small step back before nodding his head towards the lodge. ❝ Thank you, Freddie. ❞ Ed mumbled, briefly glancing at his cousin before looking back towards the Badlander. ❝ We can talk politics in my office. Do you drink, Salem? ❞ He asked as he led the Top Dog back up towards the lodge, wandering indoors. Beginning to shrug off his coat, he briefly hung it up before stepping into his office. ❝ A’right. Let’s negotiate. ❞

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06]basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
[/spoiler]

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

Charming the locals hadn't been hard; but frankly, if Salem had such easy conversation back in the Badlands he likely wouldn't have been anywhere near as amused. But tragic as it was, he couldn't envision most of the people back in his group being able to make him laugh out of anything but coincidence.

"Sure, I'm sure she'd love the chance to get warm again," Salem said, hopping off the mare and passing her reins to Freddie. Sure this meant he'd have to walk through the cold on foot for a bit, but he didn't mind it too much; the cold, while frustrating, had started to numb some old injuries and leave him a bit relieved. Okay, maybe he was starting to see why these people liked risking frostbite 24/7. "Thank you," He added.

Edmund introduced himself, and led him back. Salem hummed agreeably; did he drink? Of course, though he'd been doing it significantly less nowadays. Still, he wouldn't turn it down. "I'm not clean, no," Salem commented, his pace meandering until they got inside. He shrugged off his coat and took off his soaked, travel-muddy boats for good measure.

Stepping into Edmund's office, Salem immediately began looking for a place to sit. "Straight to business, that's alright with me," It was a reflex for him to smooth the transition, and he shot Edmund a flashy smile though he doubted it'd work on the captain.

"The desires of the Badlands are pretty simple, I'd think. We want to continue with our alliance with Flintlock, and we want diplomatic immunity for all Badlanders coming to Flintlock to trade or visit, and vise versa," Well, there it was. Not a big ask, Salem would think; but given the history of Badlanders attacking Flintlock, he was worried it'd be a bit of a hard sell to Edmund.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]