PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CAKE — open, joining

[eliza]

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darcy had been raised in tropics. sunshine to warm her speckled skin, palm trees blowing in the breeze, curly hair smelling like the ocean, feet soft from trodding on the sand. she'd been raised in a beautiful sort of paradise, where it never got colder than sweater weather and you could swim nearly year round. she missed the oasis on days like these, days where she trodded through snow much too deep for comfort, bundled tightly in thick sweaters, cheeks that were rosey by nature only more so from the terrible winds that assaulted it.

she was supposed to help people. we help people, her aunt used to tell her, we make a difference in lives. frankly, darcy didn't think she'd make much of a difference for anyone if she was frozen alive. maybe she'd be a massive ice pop for some cannibal, a frozen delight. she knew she was probably just going mad, thinking about wild men with shaggy beards and a hunger for human flesh, but could you blame her? after all, she'd only ever read about snow before this trip. it was something real, but not quite real to her. she'd imagined snowballs and sledding, but she'd never thought about how truly terrible it would be, submerging herself in the white desert.

"mama didn't raise a weakling, darcy," she hissed to herself under her breath, face half covered by a curtain of ginger curls, growing fairer by the hour as snow collected and failed to melt. froze, even. "just frozen water. don't be a little bitch." the words were harsh, but it was the best encouragement the blue eyed young woman could offer herself, particularly considering current conditions.

( this is shit, but oof, here's darcy!! )

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[spoiler=TAGS | 3/03/18]GENERAL INFO —
→ Emmor | " Em / mor / morie " | masked guy
→ cisgender | male | he / him | it's very difficult to tell his gender
→ physically 22 y/o | mentally 20-25 y/o | may 25 | gemini
→ member of flintlock | joined mm-dd-yy
APPEARANCE —
→ 6'0 | 120 - 135 | feminine build
→ heterochromia, left eye is a very bright amber, right eye is a very intense greyish blue. his right eye is effected by coloboma, a birth defect that makes the pupil look like a key hole | diamond face shape, high and protruding cheek bones, pointed pixie like nose, small ears
→ curly white hair, often peaks out of his hood. bushy black eyebrows | very pale skin, almost considered albino
→ dylan forkest | ref
→ dresses so no skin is showing, always has good on over his cap | outfit
→ no scars | has a tattoo on the nape of his neck that says 'I want to live not just survive'
→ doesn't brush his hair, does bathe but only when he knows no one will see him.
→ voiceclaim: cole sprouse | example
→ terrible posture, always slouching | often makes motions with his hands to combat emotions or words, when he talks, his hands always move | has ok manners
PERSONALITY —
→ ISTJ | choleric | gryffindor | alignment
→ realist | ambivert
→ no psychological disorders
→ fears being hurt by someone he trusts / betrayal | his entire being is a secret | has few regrets
→ sometimes swears | has an extensive vocabulary | "no, i will not remove my mask."
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ unknown mother xx unknown father | unknown siblings | unknown father
→ single  | taken by __ | interested in relationships
→ homosexual | demiromantic
→ open to one night stands with men only | pm for romance / family plots
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | reacts ok to physical contact of it's required. uncomfortable with unnecessary contact.
→ physically difficult (depending on the opponent) | mentally hard
→ uses a automatic rifle (one clip) | ok with hand to hand combat
→ attack in #B9AC8C | @ salem for quick reply
OTHER —
→ "speech"[/spoiler]

[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]Benjamin had certainly not grown up in any sort of paradise, unless you could call a trailer park a paradise. Which... You can't. The place had just been a crowded lot with a bunch of trailers and a bunch of neighbors, all of which were poor, him included. There was no swimming, no oasis dotted with palm trees, so sweater weather. The winters had been far more bitter—his little quaint home had frozen over multiple times, been covered in thick blankets of snow high enough to bury half of his doorway, and everything in between, and Benjamin had merely lived through it all by huddling up with his mother and father under a blanket fort made up of at least twenty blankets. After all, he'd never had air conditioning or heating. No one in that little trailer park had. The blackout had been going on for years and yet they were so rural and secluded that no one had even realized the rest of the world was in shambles until the bandits had come, destroying everything and causing a mass scatter. And after that, Benjamin had somehow found himself in Flintlock Lodge. It's freezing cold here year-round whereas his own home had at least had a little warmth during the summers, but Benjamin is slowly getting used to it, at least. He's learned to shut out the feeling of being cold since his first day here, where he'd almost passed out from hypothermia, and that's been helping him a little. That doesn't stop him from shivering, though, and as he approaches some figure that's muttering about the cold, he finds that he relates. The wind is particularly harsh today, and Benjamin himself looks slightly exhausted. He doesn't want to be out here, but someone had pointed the girl out, and as a temporary Director of this place, he knows he has to go and help her. He isn't aware that Emmor is out here, and therefore ignores his presence—his sightless eyes are only focused onto Darcy, and he lifts one mittened hand in greeting. "Hello. You're in Flintlock Lodge—who are you and what do you need?"

[eliza]

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it took darcy a little too long to sense the presence of another person. eyes trained on the ground in front of her as she shuffled along, trying her best not to fall in the snow piles. it wasn't until she heard a voice that her head jerked upwards, focusing on a pale figure, concealed by a... mask? she furrowed her brows, but didn't comment on it; perhaps he was just trying to stay warm.

she wasn't sure who this merida was, or what a movie was, so the teenager parted her lips to speak. however, she thought twice, shut them, then opened them again. "afraid i don't." she decided on, swallowing back a mouthful of air at his food offering before giving a prompt shake of her head. "thank you, but no thank you. i'm looking for-" her inquiry died quickly, actually catching the second man approach - offering just the right information.

she let out the air stored in her lungs, trails of white stretching out in the air from her lips, and she closed her eyes for a half moment in silent prayer. she opened them quickly though, grinning between the two men. "my name is darcy davids," she introduced, a little louder, a rather proper english accent presenting itself as she enunciated her name, "i'm here to join. try to do some good in the world." she explained, but elaborated no further on what this good was, or how being in flintlock helped it. she only smiled brightly at the pair, pearly whites friendly and hopeful.

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gilbert had been listening for awhile, clinging to a tree bigger than he, completely hidden behind it as his knuckles bled freshly from punching trees as his brows furrowed a little. He finally revealed himself, keeping a distance from Benjamin and Emmor, his bat hanging in front of himself as he licked his lips staring at her. "Good luck with doing some good in this world. Everything's gone to shit in it, so you'd be wasting your time." He grunted roughly, his intense brown eyes almost glaring at her.

Like her, Gilbert once wanted to do good in the world. Like her, a relative was who tried to encourage that. Gilbert had loved his grandpa, incredibly so. The old man always told him how life was out in that world, and for awhile convinced Gilbert of the importance of peace. But then he joined The Badlands, pffff. Gilbert could mock the old man at this point, and he was scoffing at Darcy, not really bothering to say anything besides the blunt and rude words he said beforehand. The child stood there, black and blue face staring as he held just a little tighter to his bat.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[eliza]

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a little boy approached, and darcy softened at the thought of a child. she'd encountered so few in her life, but she'd been raised to believe them good and kind and the sparse interactions had proven those true. that was, until this boy. not a boy, a man, she thought sourly, bitter and cold. she'd always done her best to ignore the words of her family, the little jibes at the men of the world. she tried not to group people together, but in the end, she had to wonder if they were all right. maybe men really were the downfall.

"agree to disagree." she's say, tension lacing her tone as she eyed the boy, lips pressed into a tight frown as she regarded him, doing her best to be polite while still standing by her statement. "i choose to believe there's still something good, something beautiful, left among all of... this." she said simply, shrugging a shoulder.

[impiety]

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gilbert was only ten, and though his voice was gruff, there was a sensitivity that shown in him as he nervously rubbed his knuckles and red staining his palm upon doing so, and his eyes staring at her frown a little bit before shifting to his shoes. But no, he had already started a fight, ought to finish it. So he simply crossed his arms, standing on his toes. He had to seem taller, tougher. He was in the prescence of other people, he couldn't be seen as a whimpering coward, after people took advantage of it so many times. "Yeah? Like what? Give me an example. Uh, please." Should he say please? "Nevermind - about - the please." His face shifted into it's usual pout once more.
[align=center]"Greer"            "Gilbert"

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[BENJAMIN]

[align=center][div style="border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.1;font-size:8.5pt;"]Benjamin is not at all able to be grouped up with Darcy's general opinion of men. If she thought men were the downfall of the world, she had another thing coming to her—the Badlands and the Wolves, two groups with a severe lack of morals, are both mainly comprised of women, not men. Meanwhile there's mainly male-occupied Flintlock Lodge, which has taken up a rather homely and peaceful atmosphere, choosing to stay away from fights and violence. Besides, Gilbert is only ten, and he's acting the way he is due to his experiences in the Badlands, not by the way he was brought up. The fact that he's somewhat traumatized is actually the only thing that holds Benjamin's tongue as the kid curses at the joiner, and with a sigh, the blind teenager steps forward. He's not going to punish him with anything but a gentle scolding. "Gilbert, that's enough. Don't harass the joiners, okay?" he says sternly, though there's a certain softness to his voice, because he knows he's speaking to a damaged child and he doesn't want him to lash out even more than he already is. He then breathes in and straightens his back, trying to offer a polite smile to Darcy, though he's looking a little past her on her right. "Right, sorry. He's, uh... He's—he's got a mouth on him, I don't quite know where he, uh... Picked that up," the raven-haired teenager chuckles awkwardly, and then he clears his throat, rocking back and forth on his heels.

He's already feeling rather bothered in this situation—he feels bad that Darcy's first interaction with Flintlock is hostile, because that's not at all how most of them are, and a good example of that would be soft-spoken Benjamin, who has now stuck out a mittened hand for Darcy to shake. "Anyway, my name's Benjamin Fletcher. Our current leader is sick, so I, uh—I'm trying to lead this place. With my—" He cuts himself off abruptly. Again with this? He needs to just stick with Peter's name alone, but his mouth wants to parade him around as being his boyfriend, which is annoying. He knows she probably wouldn't care if he blurted their relationship, but he corrects himself anyway, shifting with a quiet cough as he shifts his eyes down to the snow. "With a silver-haired guy, his name's Peter. And another older guy also leads, his name's Andor, but I don't really know what he looks like. He's, uh... He's got a beard, I think?" Ah, yes, what a great identifying feature, but he's really got nothing on Andor. Awkwardly, he grimaces, hoping she won't mind. It's pretty clear by now that he can't see, if she didn't already realize that from the white cane and the sunglasses. "If you need any help you can come to one of us. Be sure to stay sanitary, by the way. There was a recent sickness, and I think it's fading, but it's still better to be safe. Welcome to Flintlock."

[eliza]

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she saw the shift in his position. saw the way he straightened, took on a defensive stance, and she had to press her lips into a thin line to prevent arguing with the boy. she straightened her own posture, which she knew was a silly gesture considering the fact that the red head towered over him at six-foot-three, but it was to prove a point. "flowers." she'd respond shortly; this didn't seem like much of a place for plant life, but flowers were still beautiful. they were soft and delicate, and still, they survived out in the world. eyes shifting to the man who approached, the charm turned right on. he's polite, he's assertive over the boy, and darcy has a feeling she ought to be on his good side - which he promptly confirms. "i was worse at his age." she said simply, trying not to smile at the memory of when she was smaller, when she'd argue and fight with anyone she could. by some miracle, her aunts had trained it out of her, something she assumed the boy hadn't received.

"what a great time for me to show up, i suppose." she'd say with a laugh, a light sound escaping her lips, trying to conceal how cold she was from her voice. she could tell the visually impaired well enough; her aunt christina had lost her sight in the woman's later years. "my family, they're a bunch of healers. the one thing i know how to deal with is sickness. if there's anything i can ever do to be of use, mister fletcher, you just let me know. my whole duty in life is to be of aid to others." was she sort of laying it on? sure. but the words were still true. she'd made her choice, between living on the island and helping cast away's or finding a place to serve, and she didn't regret it - even if it was freezing.

[ajdawny]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; min-height: 25px; border-left: #7887AB 4px double;"][div style="width: 440px; height: auto; font-size: 14px; line-height: 101%; text-align: justify; font-family: times"]After napping for four hours after a fitful night of sleep, the man was feeling much better. He hated himself for shirking off duties, but he supposed that he should take care of himself. It wasn't like he was contagious or anything, but it was polite not to cough in other people's faces anyways. He had been about the head to the greenhouse to weed and water the plants when conversation and discussion rang in his ears. He heard his name and casually sauntered over, body held as upright as he could muster.

He was bone tired, but he wouldn't let a little thing like that, or pneumonia keep him down. "Very descriptive Ben. Yes, I'm an older man, and have a beard." He raised his elbow to his mouth and coughed for almost a full minute before he was able to stop the mucus filled body shaking event. As the younger woman spoke of her family being healers, the man's eyebrow raised, honestly that was something that Flintlock sorely needed. He was stuck reading medical books and trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do. And that wasn't his thing. He was a housewife. "I'm Andor, though Ben already introduced me." He was sent into another fit of coughs, elbow clamped to his jaw to cover them.