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Miriam K. Santivaro
✖ the devil tips his hat to me |
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Saying his head hurt, was an understatement at best. All the regulations and the tour being pounded into his head all at once, though he had been acknowledged and officially welcomed as a grunt he couldn't help but sit on the ledge of a broken window and wonder if hitting the bottom from the story would wipe this headache. ' shit' he rubbed his icy fingers to his temple before swinging his legs back over the ledge, unwelcome thoughts strumming the aching strings of his tired mind. He wanted to nap but he had to sort shit out, ideas festering in his heated skull.
Snagging a pen, small bottle of whiskey, and his half-full sketchbook, he made down the stairs for the beach-side. The roar of the waves casting away his stress, but not nearly enough to settle his nerves. He felt restless?, for so long he had been by his wife's side and the pair needed nothing no one but each-other. The pair had been a terror on the land and it seemed god had snapped his fingers and laid his judgment when he took her away. so be it, he'd been shrugging it off since her death, like it was normal. In truth, he was just... good at numbing shit.
Settling against a dry log nestled in the pale sand, he arched his spine against it with a sigh. Dropping his supplies and tossing off his tattered leather jacket. Blinking against the beating sun, tuning into the songs of the seagulls as they hovered the coast for fish. Molten metallic hues lowering to his tools, fixing the sketchbook onto his lap and taking to sketching. Inky monsters bleeding onto the paper per usual. His skill however, was legendary in his old home. Way before he met his wife, he had done this for a living with a needle and a bottle of ink. Shit was hard to come by nowadays, but he still had his makeshift needle-pen somewhere in his backpack. Surrounded by roughnecks he was sure to get some business eventually. He just... didn't know anyone, nor had he made an effort. Living alone for so long had taken its toll.
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✖ - biography
[b]personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip. — ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weapons — spike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives
inventory —
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Their life was perfect, right? They had it all, loving parents, loving boyfriend, adorable daughter, a real community and mastery of their home. Most people got lucky with maybe one of those, but then, most people weren't Fate's favorite. Their obedience and reverence through the years, all the licks She'd given them and they'd taken, it had all paid off.
But that just meant they had more to lose. Even just a year ago, if something bad happened (and of course, it did), they would have been okay. There was nothing they could lose that couldn't be reclaimed, except for their life. Now, if they lost Molly or Austin or Gav or Mo or anyone in the Badlands... it'd be a void they wouldn't be able to fill. And that thought terrified them. Who would have thought that having everything made you so vulnerable? Certainly not Cat, but then, they'd never had an "everything" they truly cared for.
A not insignificant portion of their "everything" was perched on their shoulders, tiny hands gripping their thumbs, laughing happily the closer they got to the ocean. Mo loved the beach, and if too much time passed in between visits, she'd get fussy and refuse to settle down until someone took her. This time around it was Cat's turn.
There was already someone sitting out there, with whiskey and a sketch book. Miriam, yes, they remembered him. "Hope you don't mind sharing the beach for a few minutes." They said, taking Mo off their shoulders and setting her down in the sand.
[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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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) ——————
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— guess addy wasn’t the only one who had headed towards the beach for the day. usually he tended to stand at the ocean merely to throw rocks, occasionally skip them (though, even after lucerne taught him how, he still tended to fucking fail at skipping them. so, yes, “throwing” rocks). he walked with his hands shoved in his pants pockets, not looking too impressed to see that there were other people there already. the redhead wasn’t too keen on spending time with other people today, less keen than usual.
which sticking to himself and lucerne, occasionally cat and salem.. he really didn’t recognize the person that sat there, sketching into his notebook. he glanced over towards catalyst who seemed to know them, then mo, then back to the unfamiliar face. “who’re you?” a blunt question that was asked surprisingly nicely than addy’s usual tone. if he was going to make a decent impression with this guy, he may as well try and not be a complete fuckin’ asshole.
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Miriam K. Santivaro
✖ deliverance through pain |
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The weight the other carried was beyond him. Miriam was never one to dabble in responsibilities, call him selfish but the only person he cared for, was himself. Which spoke loudly as he hardly took care of himself, the lack of sleep, food, and social interaction. His life had been that of a scavenger, no, a pirate of the land. Taking from fortunate and less fortunate alike, but if anything kept him going it had been his wife. She loved him, he loved her, both equally as sinful and savage. He cared for her, but she was not a responsibility, she needed nothing from him.
Miriam startled as a voice stretched against the wind, child's laughter singing the fibers of his attention. Catalyst, Miriam blinked, he didn't have to salute or bow or some shit did he? And what's that thing around their neck? His metallic hues following the child from the muscular perch to the sand. Miriam hadn't seen a child in several years, he felt his blood sludge through his veins and his thoughts go stagnant. Was he good with kids? probably not. [b]" I don't share, but the beach isn't mine so... help yourself" Miriam snorted gently, a barrier in place so boldly but he couldn't help but crack a smile as he watched the child from the corner of his narrowed eyes. " what's the kids name?" he queried.
Soft and subtle footsteps, turning loose sand as they made their approach. Miriam's silver hues flicked to the red-head, 'who're you?' Miriam felt like a cornered wolf, and his only weapon was often his barbed tongue but his intentions weren't to be alone anymore. He made that clear when he joined the bloody group. " name's Miriam, ... what do they call you, carrot-top? " the sketching grunt pressed, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. Harmless, gentle, he was actually trying now.
// oml a baby <3 my heart!!!
[spoiler=INFO & INVENTORY]
✖ - biography
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip. — ( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weapons — spike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives
inventory —
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— carrot-top. “funny,” he deadpanned, not seeming that genuinely amused. because, oh, that was a new one. definitely hadn’t fucking heard that one before. he looked at the man, holding his gaze for a long moment before shaking his head, then turning his own gaze over towards the ocean. “it’s addy.” his full name was ‘adeltbert’ but, fuck, he didn’t think he needed to explain why he never told anyone that name. so miriam… guy thought he was some sort of smartass, huh?
there were already enough of those in this place, to the point where addy almost dreaded it. then again, he’d rather deal with a sarcastic smartass than a stupid dumbass any day of the week - might as well be grateful for that much. he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his gaze over towards cat and mo, watching the two in the sand. the redhead was not good with kids, probably knew he’d be a fucking terrible father if he had the chance -- but it was still enough for him to soften the slightest bit, nodding his head in acknowledgement towards cat.
//woaah shit post i'm sorry : ' ((
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Throughout their teenage years, Cat had been told that their birth heralded in the blackout. As if that wasn't bad enough, Derick would have also had them believe that their death would snuff out the sun. Going from the weight of the world on their shoulders to that of a dozen or so people that, for some goddamn reason, they actually gave a shit about? Piece of cake. At least, it would be if now they weren't so terrified of fucking up. Before they didn't care about losing what they had. Now the thought kept them up at night.
"Oh yeah, good point, it's mine." And with that they plopped down, letting Mo go run off to do her thing, though their eyes never strayed from her. "Mo." They listened to the exchange between Miriam and Addy, but said nothing. They knew who had joined the party even before he spoke, carrot-top was all that was needed to give it away. It brought a faint smirk to their lips, though still their focus was on their daughter, so they missed Addy's not.
For her part, Mo was running around excitedly, looking positively delighted to be on the beach. Eventually she stopped and crouched down, picking up a seashell. Now even more excited, she ran back to the adults, waving it around proudly in the air. "Look!" She said, holding it out so everyone could see.
[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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