YOU HAVE GOTTA KEEP YOUR HEAD UP | open development + injury

[dannychan]

riley would groan in annoyance, looking at wolfsbite. "seriously? i just said that they were a badlander!" he said, still holding his nose. "they were stealing shit, and i heard them fucking say they were stealing shit! said something like 'too damn hard to get shit without these people noticing', then he said something about charlie, so i connected the guckibg dots!"

/ sorry, no fancy

[WOLF BITE]

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Charlie? Who the fuck was Charlie? Wolfbite's eyes hardened as he stared at Riley, his gaze cold as he tried deducing the situation in his head. "You're blind." he pointed out, though it was as if he was talking to himself, mostly he was. How could he have known he was a Badlander? Or a thief? He was dead, so that was a bit redundant "I don't know a Charlie in the Badlands. He didn't steal anything - he's dead." he stated aloud, taking a glance toward Advay briefly and then toward Atlantis. "You could have killed an innocent man, Riley. This is no Badlander. You're being put under house arrest until further notice." Nodding his head toward Advay, he gestured for him to grab hold of the blind man to put him into the confines of the apartments.

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GENERAL INFORMATION | I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE
‣ Demyan Volkov / Usually Introduced as "Wolfbite" / Cisgender Male / He/Him
  — IF YOU'RE ASSUMING YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED WOLF'S NAME OOCLY, PLEASE USE WOLFBITE.
  — Demyan is a personal name that he only really allows immediate family or close friends to use; Cecil. .
‣ 27 Years Old / March 1st / Kazimir x Nikky; Alive
‣ Demiromantic Gray-Asexual / 100% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Single.
‣ Overseer of Northstar District / Leader
‣ Main Character Tropes:
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APPEARANCE | YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ 6'6 & 193-235 lbs. | Muscular, toned. He's broad-shouldered and significantly athletic, little to no body fat anywhere on him.
‣ Silky, sandy beige hair that's messy, like major bedhead. It's shorter at the sides, but lingering on the top.
‣ Dark, chocolate brown eyes.
‣ A pale ivory, though a layer of darker skin blankets the fairness, causing small freckles—barley noticeable— to speckle in various places.
‣ Heavily scarred on his torso. Some can be seen on his face; he has a scar on his right cheek and a lengthy one running down his left eye.
‣ Wears casual clothes. Sweat pants, or jeans with a t-shirt.
‣ Wears a black necklace with blue crystals on the end.

INJURIES & HEALTH | I'LL TELL THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ Heavily bruised; a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, as well as a fresh cut on his cheek. In pain, and incredibly tired.

PERSONALITY | WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT
‣ Anti-Hero, Emotion Suppression, Undying Loyalty, Beneath the Mask.
‣ Stoic, calculating, blunt.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Somewhat playful with people he is comfortable with; will smile, seldom laugh.
‣ Methodical, firm, confident. Calculative and holds himself to a high regard.
‣ Surprisingly gentle with children.
‣ Very asocial, not the most approachable person. He won't hold a conversation well.

COMBAT | TELL ME SOMETHING I FORGET
‣ Strength: 9 / Perception: 10 / Endurance: 10 / Charisma: 3 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 2
‣ Strength, endurance, and agility are the result of training. Perception due to hypervigilance.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill, with an opponent of the same size + life/combat experience.
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense / 80/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay huffed, crossing his arms and falling silent as Wolf showed up. He was done bickering, it took too much of his energy. And it didn't take Wolfbite that much time to come up with a conclusion. Advay, however, was not strong, and didn't trust himself to hold Riley down as well as Wolf might expect him to; despite that, he did as he was told; orders were orders and Advay had an uncanny urge to follow them. He passed his dogs and gave them and order 'guard' towards Riley. Keep him still, keep him where he should be. If he fights, attack. That's what the command meant. Advay reached down to try and grab Riley's upper arm and heave him up onto his feet.

[dannychan]

he 'stared at the ground, growling. "check the man, tell me he didn't fucking steal anything!" he snapped. "he fucking said he took shit, and i've been to the badlands before i even thought about coming here. there's a charlie, god damn it!" he snapped. of course, he had more just listened in on the badlanders, and they often times hadn't noticed him. he had over heard a woman say charlie's name more than once- a french woman, weeks ago, and the fact that he had done what wolfbite had told him and killed any badlander they say, and he was getting punished for it pissed him off. "i was just following your fucking orders!" when he felt a hand on his arm, he jerked away. "i can do shit on my own, you bastard." he snapped and rose to his feet.

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay frowned, eyes narrowed. Wrong move. The three dogs barked loudly, threateningly and almost ear-piercingly. Advay, luckily, snapped his fingers and they settled, before a live-wire like Atlantis got it into his head to bite Riley right then. "W-we don't la-label o-our stuff li-like a c-child's un-underwear is i-initialed." He shook his head and curled his lip. "He-he could ha-ha-have been tra-traveling. I-I ha-have ple-plenty of supplies on m-m-myself." He reached out and gave Riley a push, "I-If you can do it y-yourself, the-then get go-going."