[align=center][div style="width: 390px; text-align: justify;"]he couldn't quite remember how long he had been walking. it could be minutes, could be days, maybe even years if he was unlucky. most of the time he was walking, he was lost in thought, mostly thinking of escape plans if need be, had always gripping that old, bloody knife. he rarely cleaned it, he never had the time, he had to keep moving or they might find him. he hardly registered his surroundings, didn't process that there were people around him, walking down the street, or even staring at him.
he didn't realize where he was until someone shoved him to the ground, but he was quick enough to stab them in the foot before they could get a kick in. that " poor " npc let out a shout of pain, falling to the ground and scrambling back to hold onto his now bloody foot. jaque looked lost, wild, scared.. well, not really scared- he's had much worse then a few kicks to the ribs before. but this was something else, this was new, there were people staring at him, others were laughing at the man he had stabbed in the foot, one had run off to go find someone- who, he didn't know, but he didn't have a good feeling about this.
"where am i?" his voice was harsh, unused for more then mumbling random nonsense to himself as he walked alond. "where am i? who are you people?"
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You could lose yourself out there, alone, traveling without any destination. There was nothing but moving and doing the most basic necessities for survival. When nothing mattered, not the direction, not the destination, not the time it took to get there, everything else got sort of fuzzy too. Cat had embraced it, when they were younger, let it burn away the place they'd come from. As much as was possible, anyway.
And now they were here. Squabbles on the border were hardly uncommon, between outsiders and Badlanders alike. And, of course, they always ended up having to go out there for one reason or another. Now there was some kid and some asshole, both on the ground. Apparently the latter had been the aggressor, but the former had retaliated in a much harsher manner. Cat didn't recognize either of them, but just to be on the safe side they pushed back the collar of the man, still cursing and clutching his foot, just to make sure. Nope, no reason to give a fuck about him, so they let go with enough force to rock him. "That's why you wear your necklace, by the way." They said to Olga, before turning to face Jaque. "Who the fug are you and why are you stabbing people on my terf?"
//I'm so sorry for the lateness and how bad this is
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 10/14/19]GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Alias is Catalyst
⇥ Will accept Cat or Catalyst from anyone, Scott only from family
⇥ 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
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 by Gavril Lupei
⇥ 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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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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— when it had come to traveling, everything felt like a blur for addy. he could remember not keeping track of the days, not keeping track of where he was going or when he needed to be somewhere. there was no point, not when he had been alone. when he had been with lucerne, that had still felt true to an extent. at least on those days he had had lucerne to keep him company, make the moments feel less fuzzy and blurred. everything felt that much more different now that he was at the badlands- feeling like he had to keep track of the days or else he would miss something.
he couldn’t decide whether he preferred not keeping track of the days, or feeling like he should have the basic concept of time under his belt. there was a certain freedom that came with not keeping track of the days - but, when he did have to keep track of the days and what he needed to do, he almost felt like he had a purpose, there.. his eyes landed on a group of people forming at the border, eyeing them for a moment longer before slowly making his way towards them. shit. “what the fuck is going on?” felt like a valid question to ask as he neared, eyeing the scene in front of him as he settled a ways behind catalyst.
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LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
Traveling was a way of life to Salem. He was as much a part of the Badlands as he was a vagabond hurtling towards an early death. He had two states; moving, never stopping, and complete sloth. He didn't half-ass that sort of shit, he was either doing more than everybody else or needed to have somebody knock on his door every morning to make sure he hadn't choked on his own vomit in the night.
There weren't many things that he didn't hear about quickly, and luckily he'd been in the area so he could quickly run over as soon as he heard the scream of pain and stop as he saw the man clutching his bleeding foot. Salem couldn't help but let out a hoot of laughter, letting Catalyst get onto the aggressor first to check of a necklace before Salem trotted over and kicked the man in the ribs. "Get outta the kitchen if you can't stand getting burnt, idiot." Salem laughed, kicking the injured aggressor again for good measure before turning towards Addy.
"Eh, looks like a street fight. I think the one with the knife is having some sorta anxiety attack." Salem explained, glancing towards Jaque critically. "Nice instincts by the way, but you are gonna have to explain yourself."
[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Councilman of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard 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]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length 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]&[/abbr]
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TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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