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[abbr=flintlock lodge, messy brown hair, green eyes, quiet, speaks only in latin]NOAH CZERNZY[/abbr]
[align=left][justify][size=8pt]★ he had no idea what triggered his nightmares, really. Maybe just overthinking, overworking, overexerting, overreacting. He wasn’t sure, he was so lost and confused about everything. He had tried to scry for hours on end, to try and use divination to get the meaning of what cabeswater wanted him to do and make it clearer, easier to understand. Hah, as if he ever understood anything that cabeswater asked him to do. Right now, it was hurling images at him, sorting through his memories and flashes of things had hadn’t happened yet or will happen or were happening somewhere else. Time was a liquid thing for noah, it didn’t obey the rules humanity had pinned onto it. Time was circular, not linear. It moved in bursts, not flowing neatly with one minute rolling tidily into the next.
His mind was a minefield some days, everything all pockmarked with the remnants of bombed out shelters and orphan girls crying on the side of the road on this desolate, small island that was noah vetter czernzy. His thoughts were violent things that exploded in sudden jagged outburts of emotion, whimpering accompanying them. The worst thing he ever thought of was the bathtubs. They were the complete worst, and he hated it every single time they invaded his place, his sacred haven of cabeswater. When he thought of things in cabeswater, it wasn’t like thinking out there in the real world: in here, they appeared before him, they manifested in front of him and taunted him night and day. They darted at him, his nightmares did, when they thought he wasn’t looking but he was. He was always looking, always searching, always wanting to get away from his precious dreamscape when it turned evil and dark like this.
With a start, he always found himself awakening or flung from the magical forest with such vehemence that it did indeed do just that: it made him start. It required him to restart his heart, retrain his brain and figure out how to think and act and speak again. Some part of him knew this wasn’t fair, but the bigger part of him just didn’t care. He didn’t understand cabeswater sometimes, the choices it guided him to make, but now that he was awake, he was drawing air into his lungs. Albeit, it was shaky and unsteady, but he was doing it. He was here, he was alive, he existed.
He glanced down to his arm, appearing to be alarmed at what he was witnessing. This wasn’t the first time he had come out with scratches on his arms, but he was surprised because it was usually a lot worse. It was just a couple slices, like ones thorns would make if you walked through a rosebush. Come to think of it, noah had needed to do that in order to fulfill cabeswater’s prompting, so maybe that was what had happened tonight. Either way, he needed to get it properly bandaged and cleaned. [abbr=I exist because I bleed.]“Quae ego, quia sanguinem,”[/abbr] he muttered to himself as he slid off his bed and out of his room, socked feet masking any sounds he made with his footsteps.
His senses seemed heightened tonight, but that was only because he had just come back from cabeswater. They were always strange when he did, but at the moment, his hearing felt particularly better than it usually did, although it was probably just a trick of his mind. He could hear it raining, and he thought that it was bit unusual for it to be raining when it was so cold but maybe it wasn’t rain. Maybe it was sleet or something like that. Who knew? The ten year old just kind of shrugged it off and continued on, searching for someone. Anyone would do, really, as long as they could help him find a bandage for his arm. It was nothing major, the male thought, just a few scratches. He'd be okay in the long run.
// hover over latin for translation!
[spoiler=I WISH THEY HADNT CONVINCED YOU LIFE IS WAR | 02/04/2017]‣ Noah Czernzy / Noe [Latin spelling] / Cis Male / He/Him Pronouns
‣ Member [child] of Flintlock Lodge / brother to Gwen Czernzy
‣ He trails behind Gwen a lot, whispers to her in Latin, lets her translate to English for him.
‣ Only speaks in Latin
‣ Birthday Unknown / Looks and sounds to be ten years of age
‣ Noah is a child, average in height for his age, although his is a bit on the thin side. Glittering green eyes stare out at the world, scared and closed off. He was rescued from a sex trafficking ring by Gwen, hasn't left her side since, and isn't fond of others touching him without permission. Beware, if you reach for his throat or his shoulders, he will not hesitate to bare his teeth or even try to bite you. He will grow to be very sensitive about the scars that litter his body, wanting to hide them. There's one on his stomach that if you touch, he'll whimper. He's so shaken about what happened with his scars that sometimes he even refuses to acknowledge you or them if you talk about them. Dark brown hair sits atop his head, tousled and will grow lighter as he ages. He usually wears a silver hoodie with white trim and two or three tee-shirts underneath, varying in color with each time you happen to catch sight of them. He has a habit of biting his lip during uncomfortable situations.
‣ Noah is a fragile thing, but also isn't afraid to tell you just what he thinks of you - in Latin, of course, so you can't understand him as he's trying to berate you. He always talks in Latin, seeing as that's what his parents spoke around him. He can be seen with a slight smile whenever he's with Gwen, but don't let that fool you. He has a dangerous temper that can flare any moment, and considers himself "an ugly boy" and "unknowable". Noah Czernzy gets lost in his thoughts a lot, tending to stay cooped up in his room, staring off into space for hours as he escapes into a world of trees that speak his language and running rivers and constantly changing seasons. He calls it 'Cabeswater' and thinks that he can feel the ley line/corpse road running through him at all times. He has a terrible phobia of bathtubs, and if you force him to go near one, he will fight back with all his strength and refuse to go anywhere closer to it.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=staff <33]tiddy - crows
me, an intellectual: breast - skullcrow
yo but linkin park defined the alternative music genre - aporia[/spoiler]
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for some reason, it was always the nights that scared him that helped him sleep. the booming thunder, or lightning that would strike the sky, or even something like the thought of someone barging in on him helped him go to bed faster than what it would be if it were different. things that scared him kept him from thinking too hard about things. about his decisions, about his malnourished body, about everyone that he knew in the past that were probably gone forever. thunder and lightning and scary movies made the thoughts in his brain shy away, or be taken over by more simple thoughts that equated to fear. and sollux certainly enjoyed that better than when he did manage to think about things he didn't want to think about.
so despite the gentle sound of sleet or rain that pattered the roof, or the fact that he seemed real calm, he couldn't sleep. which made him wander the halls aimlessly. there wasn't any internet connection up in a snowy place like this- which made his laptop ultimately useless in the long run. honestly, he didn't know why he even kept it. whatever, really. if it didn't matter to anyone else, then it didn't matter to sollux.
the young man had caught sight of the boy when he was walking down the halls, his own pale fingers running lazily along the walls. eyebrows raising, he would pause, letting his arm slip from being lifted as he took a few steps closer. "hey, kid." he would eventually say, confusion clear in his voice. "you should be in bed. at leastht thisth late." he physically winced at his own lisp, but he ignored it, favoring to walk over and bend down to his height.
"damn. lookth like ya got a sthcratch." he hadn't heard the latin that came from him, so he had no idea whether or not he understood him. the rather concerned look in his gaze would probably get the point across no matter what, though. digging in his pockets, he would eventually pull out a bandaid, motioning to have noah give out his arm. "got a bandaid for ya, kid. better be grateful." he always stored stuff like that in his pockets, in case he bumped into something too hard. his weak skin was shit, but he had to live with it all his life, anyways.
[spoiler=sometimes quiet is violent] GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY
& Solluxander Captor / 'Sollux' / 'Sol' / 'Bee'
& Undiscovered sexuality / Male preference / Still may be into females / FtM trans [he/him]
& Unknown age; adult [early twenties] / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& Seeker of Flintlock Lodge / Has computer skills
RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not looking IC / Looking OOC [can plot for romance ideas] / no crushes.
& NPC x NPC [Ran away from parents / looking for siblings] / Generation one
& No apprentice / No mentor / Not looking for either
& No ships
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE 1 / REFERENCE 2 / STATUS / SICKLY [59%]
& Gangly and tall with little to no muscle.
& Has freckles all over his shoulders, face, knees and elbows. Is embarrassed about them.
& Fluffy black hair that is neatly combed. Has heterochromatic eyes [see ref 1]
& Usually dark circles under eyes due to constant migraines and insomnia.
& Owns a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that are red and yellow. Almost always wears them.
& Usually wears a black t-shirt that has a yellow Gemini symbol on it.
& Wears ripped jeans that are ripped at the ankles and knees.
& Wears one black shoe and one white shoe. Usually with ankle high socks.
& Occasionally wears a jacket. [see ref 2]
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES:
& Has a very pronounced lisp.
& Has a shitty immune system; gets sick very easily.
& Has small scars that are around his eyes due to past events.
& Suffers from chronic migraines. Can throw up during these fits.
PERSONALITY / THEME 1 / THEME 2 / THEME 3
& Usually pretty laid back and chill; can be hot-tempered easily, however.
& Nihilistic, and can be blunt and pretty dark at points.
& Shit-talks to nearly everyone, and rarely shows affection to others unless they are extremely close.
& Sarcastic and grumpy; and rarely ever goes soft around one's he doesn't trust.
& Is prone to being selfless and pities others, despite his sarcastic and mean nature.
& Doesn't trust anyone unless they are extremely close.
& Stereotypical hacker of the group / Loves bees / Allergic to bees, ironically / Sad Dadâ„¢
 DISORDERS:
& Has a small case of Bipolar.
& Knows/Hears whenever people die.
& Very depressive.
COMBAT & INTERACTION
& Easy physically | Extreme mentally | Hard-ish emotionally.
& Is quick and nimble on his feet when he needs to be.
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold black or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
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[abbr=flintlock lodge, messy brown hair, green eyes, quiet, speaks only in latin]NOAH CZERNZY[/abbr]
[align=left][justify][size=8pt]★ he took in the appearance of the other, holding the moment inside himself for a few moments, his gaze skirting the tips of sollux's feet for a second. they seemed restless, unable to sleep or something like that. cabeswater was whispering to him, all pressing leaves and vines winding up his legs that nobody else could see. he loved it, he loved every single part of it. except for when he didn't.
he wished things were different sometimes. wished that he didn't have to be so diffiult by only speaking latin, wished that he had never been abandoned, wished that he never put gwen through what he had. she had been so understanding for the longest time, ever since she had saved him really. when he woke up in the middle of the night, soft whimpers slipping from his mouth and hot tears rolling down the back of his throat, gwen was there for him and she tucked him into herself. they shivered together in the night, unaware of what the next few weeks would hold but certain that would face it together.
that had been the first night after she had rescued him and noah remembered it with sparkling precision. it surprised him, honestly.
sollux was saying something to him, now, and noah let his green optics flick upwards, staring straight into the other's own. it seemed that sollux was asking him why he was up so late. it was really nice of him to ask that, but noah couldn't help be suspicious. [abbr="Thank you.... for your concern, I appreciate it."]"Tibi gratias ago pro cura et debeat."[/abbr] he said softly, touched by this kindness, blinking slowly. he figured that he might as well try and speak the other's language, even though noah was dead set against it. so, in a very quiet tone, he would state his appreciation: "thank you, sir."
as sollux leaned down to close the distance between them, the boy found himself tensing, baring his teeth in defense before he realized the fellow lodger was simply offering him a bandaid. ah! this was just what he had needed! "kerah!" he stated in a manner that something akin to surprise, being an utterance that often slipped out when he was experiencing this emotion. why was this man being so nice to him?
he let sollux have his arm, however, in order let him patch him up, so to speak. awe-tinted sentences came tumbling from his lips, english for once, not latin. "i don't understand why you're doing this for me.... i-i'm [abbr=very surprised!]vere mirari![/abbr]"
of course, the last two words lapsed into latin but nonetheless, it was easy to understand his meaning: he was incredulous that this was happening.
[spoiler=I WISH THEY HADNT CONVINCED YOU LIFE IS WAR | 02/04/2017]‣ Noah Czernzy / Noe [Latin spelling] / Cis Male / He/Him Pronouns
‣ Member [child] of Flintlock Lodge / brother to Gwen Czernzy
‣ He trails behind Gwen a lot, whispers to her in Latin, lets her translate to English for him.
‣ Only speaks in Latin
‣ Birthday Unknown / Looks and sounds to be ten years of age
‣ Noah is a child, average in height for his age, although his is a bit on the thin side. Glittering green eyes stare out at the world, scared and closed off. He was rescued from a sex trafficking ring by Gwen, hasn't left her side since, and isn't fond of others touching him without permission. Beware, if you reach for his throat or his shoulders, he will not hesitate to bare his teeth or even try to bite you. He will grow to be very sensitive about the scars that litter his body, wanting to hide them. There's one on his stomach that if you touch, he'll whimper. He's so shaken about what happened with his scars that sometimes he even refuses to acknowledge you or them if you talk about them. Dark brown hair sits atop his head, tousled and will grow lighter as he ages. He usually wears a silver hoodie with white trim and two or three tee-shirts underneath, varying in color with each time you happen to catch sight of them. He has a habit of biting his lip during uncomfortable situations.
‣ Noah is a fragile thing, but also isn't afraid to tell you just what he thinks of you - in Latin, of course, so you can't understand him as he's trying to berate you. He always talks in Latin, seeing as that's what his parents spoke around him. He can be seen with a slight smile whenever he's with Gwen, but don't let that fool you. He has a dangerous temper that can flare any moment, and considers himself "an ugly boy" and "unknowable". Noah Czernzy gets lost in his thoughts a lot, tending to stay cooped up in his room, staring off into space for hours as he escapes into a world of trees that speak his language and running rivers and constantly changing seasons. He calls it 'Cabeswater' and thinks that he can feel the ley line/corpse road running through him at all times. He has a terrible phobia of bathtubs, and if you force him to go near one, he will fight back with all his strength and refuse to go anywhere closer to it.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=staff <33]tiddy - crows
me, an intellectual: breast - skullcrow
yo but linkin park defined the alternative music genre - aporia[/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: #000000"]It should not be so surprising that the end of the world created many situations for many people in which they found it difficult to sleep, to rest. However, it was not nightmares or the need to escape one's thoughts that disturbed the young girl from her blissful sleep. She just had to go. You know. Go. For the other eighteen hours of the day, Connie Morello was an unstoppable force of natural energy and childish whims, but during these six, it was almost as if her internal energy stores were in low power, energy saving mode - or something.
A big, sleep yawn overtook the girl's groggy features, the missing front teeth making her look like a very cute and very small hippo as she rubbed her eyes, slipping from the cot she shared with her twin brother. Immediately, the chill of the slumbering lodge shocked her, and any urge to continue sleeping dissipated with the comfortable living temperatures. "Mmuuhh," she whined in a low tone, wanted to crawl back under the covers, but if she did not run to the bathroom now... well, Mommy would not be very happy with her. Connie would be ashamed of herself, and her brother would never let her hear the end of it. Not after all those hours spent bragging how she stopped having accidents before he did.
With those thoughts whirling in her mind, Connie forged bravely into the freezing darkness.
Minutes later, feeling very relieved and surprisingly light of body and mind, the child emerged from the communal bathroom with the intent to return to her lodgings. It was in that moment, however, that hushed voices floated down the empty halls. Huh, wondered the youth, suddenly curious as to who was up at this late hour. Maybe, she thought whilst creeping towards the origin like the super spy she was, they are bad guys who are here to steal our warm blankies. Yes, that made a lot of sense. Mommy and Mister Win will be so proud when I show them I stopped the bad guys. Much to her crime-fighting disappointment, Connie only found two people whom she did not recognize. Weird. Connie knew just about everyone, seeing as she talked to just about everyone (much to their annoyance).
"You're not bad guys are you?" Connie did not want them to steal her blankie. It was the best; super soft and covered in cute little birdies. Despite her question, the girl crept closer, interested to see why the tall skinny dude was giving the boy a bandaid. Bright amber eyes peered up at the pair from a height that was probably equal to Sollux's knee, the five year old girl appearing quite ridiculous in her dinosaur pajamas and short blonde hair sticking up in all directions. "My name is Connie," she introduced with a sleepy smile. Suddenly, she noticed the scratch on the boy's arm. Instantly, she blanched, looking very concerned where once she was suspicious and a lot a bit curious. "Oh no! Did the bad guys get you?" Connie was obviously very stuck on the whole criminal idea.
[spoiler=take the world in a love embrace] GENERAL
- Connie Morello | No other aliases | Adores giving and receiving nicknames
- 5 years old | Meg Darling x Russell Morello | Born October 14 | Libra
- Cisgender female | she/her pronouns | Unknown sexuality | Single + too young
- Key features: blonde, amber eyes, always fidgeting, missing front teeth
APPEARANCE
A darling young girl at about 3 feet of height, with luscious blonde hair that is in between curly and straight. She has bright, albeit unusual, amber eyes, and fair skin with a light splattering of freckles. Connie is lanky, and could be a gymnast or a dancer when she grows up. When she isn't running around exploring every nook and cranny with a big smile showing off her missing front teeth, the girl is reading comics or drawing pictures of her many friends (even if she is constantly fidgeting possibly due to undiagnosed ADHD). Her wardrobe includes big comfy sweaters and "poofy" jackets so she can pretend to be an eskimo. Otherwise, she will wear whatever since she usually tears holes in everything after a few days (on accident, of course).
PERSONALITY / All-Loving Hero / Genki Girl / Sunflower Disposition
Connie is the average young girl: bright and happy, talkative, curious, a little bit obnoxious. A high energy individual, she can often be difficult to contain. Keeping her cooped up can nearly drive her crazy, so she turns to chatting to the other residents, or exploring. Even so, she can be very charming in an obnoxious sort of way. Her thoughts run a mile a minute, and words tend to flow from her mouth in a stream. She is inquisitive, oddly intelligent and perceptive for someone with an attention span of a few seconds. With a big heart, she has lots of love and cares for everyone equally. Connie has that kind of optimism and determination unique to children, although it likely will not fade as she ages. Despite all these qualities, she is very naive and easily manipulated.
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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"] jesus, why were there so many kids up at this hour? sollux knew that some people couldn't sleep, and hell, he couldn't. but kids? patting the boy's arm to show that he was done, he would turn his head to see that there was another kid there, and a five year old at that. "nnmmph," he would let out a small grunt, eyes squinting as he straightened himself up to his full height, adjusting his leather jacket and digging out something in between his braces with his fingernail. "it'sth cool, kiddo. didn't want ya to bleed out." he would direct towards noah, cracking a tiny smile towards him before he would let his eyes fall upon connie. sollux was never the one to love kids, but fuck if he didn't admire them for the pure innocence that radiated from them.
hey, at least kids were fun to talk too.
"hmm.. i don't think i'm the bad guy." he would say, his voice growing less heavy and mutter-y in the presence of kids. he would then bend down once again, silently cursing himself as his back screeched silently at him to stop moving it so drastically so much. he would deal with back pains later, when he was hunched over a computer or something. "you sthupposthed to be up thisth late, connie?" he would let one eyebrow raise, one knee on the ground and the other propping him up so that he wouldn't topple over. "and nah, no-one got him. probably justht a sthratch."
[spoiler=sometimes quiet is violent] GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY
& Solluxander Captor / 'Sollux' / 'Sol' / 'Bee'
& Undiscovered sexuality / Male preference / Still may be into females / FtM trans [he/him]
& Unknown age; adult [early twenties] / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& Seeker of Flintlock Lodge / Has computer skills
RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not looking IC / Looking OOC [can plot for romance ideas] / no crushes.
& NPC x NPC [Ran away from parents / looking for siblings] / Generation one
& No apprentice / No mentor / Not looking for either
& No ships
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE 1 / REFERENCE 2 / STATUS / SICKLY [59%]
& Gangly and tall with little to no muscle.
& Has freckles all over his shoulders, face, knees and elbows. Is embarrassed about them.
& Fluffy black hair that is neatly combed. Has heterochromatic eyes [see ref 1]
& Usually dark circles under eyes due to constant migraines and insomnia.
& Owns a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that are red and yellow. Almost always wears them.
& Usually wears a black t-shirt that has a yellow Gemini symbol on it.
& Wears ripped jeans that are ripped at the ankles and knees.
& Wears one black shoe and one white shoe. Usually with ankle high socks.
& Occasionally wears a jacket. [see ref 2]
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES:
& Has a very pronounced lisp.
& Has a shitty immune system; gets sick very easily.
& Has small scars that are around his eyes due to past events.
& Suffers from chronic migraines. Can throw up during these fits.
PERSONALITY / THEME 1 / THEME 2 / THEME 3
& Usually pretty laid back and chill; can be hot-tempered easily, however.
& Nihilistic, and can be blunt and pretty dark at points.
& Shit-talks to nearly everyone, and rarely shows affection to others unless they are extremely close.
& Sarcastic and grumpy; and rarely ever goes soft around one's he doesn't trust.
& Is prone to being selfless and pities others, despite his sarcastic and mean nature.
& Doesn't trust anyone unless they are extremely close.
& Stereotypical hacker of the group / Loves bees / Allergic to bees, ironically / Sad Dadâ„¢
 DISORDERS:
& Has a small case of Bipolar.
& Knows/Hears whenever people die.
& Very depressive.
COMBAT & INTERACTION
& Easy physically | Extreme mentally | Hard-ish emotionally.
& Is quick and nimble on his feet when he needs to be.
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold black or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"] Don't be up so late; children are meant to be asleep. Are they? It's been a while, but he still can't settle into normal routines. They just aren't for him; his brain is a restless, unruly, wild thing, not yet tamed by convention. It's an odd thing for a child of maybe four to consider, but while he knows that people intend for him to be in bed, he can't seem to will himself to go to sleep, toes curling and uncurling thoughtfully, fingers splaying and reaching up at the ceiling. No; it doesn't work, and when sleep refuses to find him and he can't seem to find sleep, then he wanders back into the arms of wakefulness instead, out of the dark shadows and into the light, under the artificial suns that dot hallways and eventually making his way towards civilisation. He doesn't really like people, of course, not because he's a misanthrope, but because he's shy, confused, somewhat timid in the face of conversation  people tend to talk at him, expecting replies, and he doesn't really know what to do, because they don't understand the haphazard movements of his hands. Still, he's a naïve, innocent thing, and he keeps trying, nervously shuffling towards crowds and observing them as long as he could stand it.
There's no real reason for his being there, truthfully. Groggy and bleary-gazed, he simply followed the sound of voices until he arrived at the site of a small gathering, knuckling at his eyes in an attempt to focus his blurry vision. The bad guy? He doesn't yet grasp the concept of good and evil, doesn't really understand why the bad guy is something Connie's so concerned about. He recognises her, as he somewhat recognises Sollux, but Noah is a mystery, and it gives him pause. Fingers twist and pull at the hem of his pyjama shirt, and the tiny boy fights back a yawn  funny how he seems tired, but his mind is wide awake. He wants to watch, wants to see  there's that strange, childish anxiety, of course there is, but it's easily suppressed.
[spoiler=IT’S ALL YOU GOTTA SAY TO ME; I’LL JUST KEEP BITING MY TONGUE] GENERAL INFORMATION / BIO / PINTEREST BOARD 1 / BOARD 2
& "Damian Holloway" / Original Name Unknown / [Sort Of] Accepts Nicknames
& Male / Obvious Preference for Male Pronouns / Can Tolerate Neutral Pronouns
& Unknown Sexuality / Unknown Preference / Too Young for Love; Monogamous
& Real Age and Birthdate Unknown / Appears 4-5 Years Old / Unknown Parents
& Adopted Son of Bruce / Baby + ⅙ of the Batfam [Bruce, Dick, Meg, Stevie, Cam]
POSSESSIONS, ITEMS AND PETS / EXTRA NOTES
& CLICK / [TOY] Black and Red Bat Plushie: "Bat" / STATUS: Worn, Well-Loved
& CLICK / [PET] Black Great Dane Puppy: "Titus" / AGE: 2 Months / HEALTH: 90%
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE / STATUS / OKAY [80%]
& Damian stands at around 36" tall and weighs around 27lbs. Still fairly skinny due to a former life of abandonment and malnutrition, he's painfully small, growth seemingly stunted. Has warm, olive-brown skin and freckling on his nose; seems a little paler at the moment, however. His eyes are silver-blue, often shifting between gunmetal grey and a vibrant sapphire depending on how the light shines. Hair is a deep black, soft to the touch and styleless; relatively short, but not overtly so. Has soft, delicate, round features. Tends to wear this hoodie and semi-faded blue jeans.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: Malnutrition?? Not much else.
PERSONALITY / LINKS WILL GO HERE
& An absolute sweetheart at this stage. Easily impressionable, overly emotional and caught in a people-pleaser stage. Cautious in the sense that he doesn't really do well with most new people, yet latched onto his family immediately. Other children are sometimes okay, but is quickly spooked by human interaction. Has an awful stutter and lisp; seemingly behind in mental and verbal development, but immensely perceptive. Quiet; communicates using sign language, most of the time, but even that is rare. Only really attempts to speak when around a few select people, and even then, he's uncomfortable with it. Still makes sound, however, it's just nonverbal. An animal lover that struggles with expressing himself; easily angered or upset, and difficult to pull out of the depths of grumpiness, but not an overtly unhappy child. Likes to listen to familiar voices and music. Inquisitive, physically affectionate and strangely gentle. Imaginative. Learning things at his own pace.
 DISORDERS: Apparent developmental issues??
COMBAT AND INTERACTION / CONFRONTATION NOTES
& Physically Pathetic (4/100) / Mentally Easy (10/100) / Completely Vulnerable.
& He's a child; he can't fight. Any attempts to harm him undefended will succeed.
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
 Contact accepted from: Bruce, Dick, Meg, Stevie, Cam.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold black or bold underlined.
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[abbr=flintlock lodge, messy brown hair, green eyes, quiet, speaks only in latin]NOAH CZERNZY[/abbr]
[align=left][justify][size=8pt]★ bad guys? as connie approached, noah caught words that were blurred by sleep but were still somewhate alert, as if there really were a threat from these so-called bad guys. noah didn't want to hurt anyone ever again, and he'd try to keep from doing just that. [abbr="Bad guys? No, we aren't bad guys."]"Mali? Sed mali sumus."[/abbr] eh reassured her, slipping back into the habit of his first lanaguage. [abbr=Nice to meet you, Connie!"]"Bonum tibi in occursum, Connie!"[/abbr] he murmured, eyes brightening for a few moments. at the other's exclaim of shock, noah shook his head. [abbr="No bad guys!"]"Nec mali!"[/abbr] he tried to tell her, reaching out to gently try and touch her shoulder in reassurance. he wouldn't let anything happen to anyone here in the lodge if he could stop it.
she looked like she was nice. she was small and blonde and she was tired in a way that would have been adorable, had noah been paying attention to that type of thing. but he wasn't, so she was just labeled as another child in this sprawling establishment that seemed to be overrun by small children.
nodding his head to sollux in thanks, noah would tuck his arm against his torso and listen to the other's words, a chuckle escaping him. sollux seemed to be genuinely surprised at the amount of kids awake, and noah would have been too if he had cared enough. he was still fixated on the fact that someone, a virtual stranger, had helped him. it didn't work like that out in the real world. things weren't all light and happy like in here.
he decided to speak in english once more, so they would all understand him. "i wake up with scratches sometimes, it's okay," came his voice, his verdant gaze coming to rest on damian as the younger came near. everyone seemed tired, out on the outside at least. he couldn't fall back asleep because he could feel the corpse road surging through his veins, ebbing and flowing like a tide. he felt like a wind-tossed thing, a hurricane of doubt and feelings he couldn't name or sort out. he wished he could go outside and not have to be bundled up in a billion layers.
// yikes this was all over the place and rushed!
[spoiler=I WISH THEY HADNT CONVINCED YOU LIFE IS WAR | 02/04/2017]‣ Noah Czernzy / Noe [Latin spelling] / Cis Male / He/Him Pronouns
‣ Member [child] of Flintlock Lodge / brother to Gwen Czernzy
‣ He trails behind Gwen a lot, whispers to her in Latin, lets her translate to English for him.
‣ Only speaks in Latin
‣ Birthday Unknown / Looks and sounds to be ten years of age
‣ Noah is a child, average in height for his age, although his is a bit on the thin side. Glittering green eyes stare out at the world, scared and closed off. He was rescued from a sex trafficking ring by Gwen, hasn't left her side since, and isn't fond of others touching him without permission. Beware, if you reach for his throat or his shoulders, he will not hesitate to bare his teeth or even try to bite you. He will grow to be very sensitive about the scars that litter his body, wanting to hide them. There's one on his stomach that if you touch, he'll whimper. He's so shaken about what happened with his scars that sometimes he even refuses to acknowledge you or them if you talk about them. Dark brown hair sits atop his head, tousled and will grow lighter as he ages. He usually wears a silver hoodie with white trim and two or three tee-shirts underneath, varying in color with each time you happen to catch sight of them. He has a habit of biting his lip during uncomfortable situations.
‣ Noah is a fragile thing, but also isn't afraid to tell you just what he thinks of you - in Latin, of course, so you can't understand him as he's trying to berate you. He always talks in Latin, seeing as that's what his parents spoke around him. He can be seen with a slight smile whenever he's with Gwen, but don't let that fool you. He has a dangerous temper that can flare any moment, and considers himself "an ugly boy" and "unknowable". Noah Czernzy gets lost in his thoughts a lot, tending to stay cooped up in his room, staring off into space for hours as he escapes into a world of trees that speak his language and running rivers and constantly changing seasons. He calls it 'Cabeswater' and thinks that he can feel the ley line/corpse road running through him at all times. He has a terrible phobia of bathtubs, and if you force him to go near one, he will fight back with all his strength and refuse to go anywhere closer to it.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=staff <33]tiddy - crows
me, an intellectual: breast - skullcrow
yo but linkin park defined the alternative music genre - aporia[/spoiler]
//tracking until I can match muse
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[abbr=n/a]characters[/abbr] ++ [abbr=darky is the best little sib - pyre; tiddy - crows; how bad can i be - zodiac; #swiggity swooty I tolerate Hooty]staff ;p[/abbr]
[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: #000000"]Just as her jaw swung open, a response to Sollux hanging at the tip of her tongue, the unknown boy started speaking. The words were foreign, unusual to the girl's ears. Not surprising, since Connie was only five years of age and she was not raised in a catholic household. Of course Latin would be unrecognizable. However, such was the plight of a youth, and she was accustomed to adults using vocabulary that made zero sense to her elementary arsenal of words, so she just assumed that Noah was very very smart. From the way he smiled, Connie took it as a greeting. A cold hand gently touched her shoulder, and she smiled brightly at the older boy, instantly enamored with him; he was gonna be her new best friend. "Uh huh!" she said, pretending she knew what was going on even though it was obvious that the only thing she recognized was her name. "What's your name?"
Suddenly remembering that she was gonna say something to Sollux, Connie turned to the only adult present. Another charming smile was sent his way. "That's good. I didn't want to have to use my superpowers on you." She giggled, pretending to shoot energy beams from her hands with a soft pew pew sound effect. Clearly, she had been spending too much time around her brother. Huh? What was she doing up so late? Oh, well, that's easy! "I had to pee." Stated the girl matter-of-factly. Was that too bold? Eh, maybe, but it would be a while before the whole "ladylike" and "manners" thing would really stick.
Movement from the corner of her eye stole her attention, and she focused her gaze on Damian. "Hi, D!" A spontaneous nickname, but it sounded good. Connie recognized Damian from when their parents hung out together, but she did not speak with him much - well, it was more like he did not speak much. But did Connie mind? No, not really. Connie chatted enough for the two of them, and her young mind did not think twice about the reason why he was silent. You know, Sollux wondered why there were so many kids, but Con wondered why there were so many boys. Not that she did not like boys, but she fervently believed that girls ruled and boys were cool, just more... drooly. Anyways, she nearly bounced over to give her friend(?) a hug, but thought against it at the last second. Mommy told her not to touch other people without permission.
There was little time to feel awkward, the girl moving along at a fast tempo most people would find inappropriate at such an ungodly hour. Alas, Connie has unnatural amounts of energy at all times from the moment she was fully awake. "Do you get scratched by monsters?" she asked with concern, leaning towards Noah to see his bandaid-ed arm. "Mommy says there are no monsters, but Haddy says he saw once creeping down the hall last night." She sounded very thoughtful, pondering the possibility that she might have to kill the evil monster and save her new friend from being scratched.
[spoiler=take the world in a love embrace] GENERAL / BIO / PINTEREST
+ Connie Morello / Goes by "Conduit" during play-pretend / Adores nicknames
+ 5 years old / Meg Darling x Russell Morello / Born October 14 | Libra
+ Born female / Identifies as female / Uses feminine pronouns (she/her)
+ Unknown sexuality / Unknown preference / Too young / Loves everyone
POSSESSIONS & PETS / OTHER NOTES
+ CLICK / Stuffed wolf plushie: "Mr. Howler" / STATUS: Relatively new, well-loved
+ CLICK / Doberman puppy (♀): "Tucker" / AGE: 4 months / STATUS: 90%
+ Super hero comic books, well-worn and loved; usually just looks at the pictures
+ Drawing pads & crayons; mostly drawings of nature & herself as a superhero
+ Probably has ADHD due to her high energy level and short attention span
APPEARANCE / REFERENCE / STATUS: HEALTHY [95%]
+ A darling young girl with delicate features. She stands at around 3 ft of height and weighs 25 lbs, with long limbs that hint at a future height but Connie still possesses a soft roundness to her build which is probably due to her age and not an abundance of food. Her hair is a very light blonde, and full of very loose curls. Her eyes are a unique shade of brown, nearly amber. She usually wears a green dinosaur onesie around the lodge, but when she goes outside or is forced to actually put on real clothes, Connie likes brightly colored sweaters. Especially ones adorned with unicorns or superheroes. Many of her jeans have holes in them due to her rough play activities, so they are covered in a bunch of different patterned patches.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: None
PERSONALITY / CLICK / CLICK / CLICK
+ Connie is the average young girl: bright and happy, talkative, curious, a little bit obnoxious. A high energy individual, she can often be difficult to contain. Keeping her cooped up can nearly drive her crazy, so she turns to chatting to the other residents, or exploring. Even so, she can be very charming in an obnoxious sort of way. Her thoughts run a mile a minute, and words tend to flow from her mouth in a stream. She is inquisitive, oddly intelligent and perceptive for someone with an attention span of a few seconds. With a big heart, she has lots of love and cares for everyone equally. Connie has that kind of optimism and determination unique to children, although it likely will not fade as she ages. Despite all these qualities, she is very naive and easily manipulated.
 DISORDERS: Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
COMBAT AND INTERACTION
+ Physically weak (3/100) / Mentally average (50/100) / Vulnerable
+ Has no knowledge of combat / Oddly resourceful / Most attacks will succeed
+ Believes she is a superhero / Will fight despite lack of skill
+ Easily manipulated if appealing to her values of justice / Otherwise, very stubborn
+ All nonviolent and friendly actions may be powerplayed
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