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//I forgot I needed to do this but I remembered within a week with no reminders so who's the real winner
//tw for violence ofc
They hadn't gotten any volunteers to host this battle training which... Fair enough. If they were asked to do something, that anyone else could volunteer to do, that would get done regardless of who volunteered, well they wouldn't do it either. And honestly, considering how long they'd been leading this place, they were probably overdue for another battle training. It had been what, six months? They'd only done one so far. Well, time to change that.
They set up on the beach like last time, but this time there weren't tables upon tables of weapons. No, this would focus on their favorite kind of fighting: up close, personal, and dirty. That sounded wrong out of context. Anyway. "Alright, troops, gather around. Time to get some bruises." They were already in possession of a scattering of small bruises, but those were from something very different.
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/11/19] 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
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
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 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
⇥ 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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 sparring at the badlands, he’d gotten his fair share of bruises. then again, it at least beat the tooth-and-nail, legitimate fights that happened almost daily at the clearwaters. sure, everybody there had been ‘united’ in a sense, but they also all had been fighting for who was the best of the best, a cut-throat mentality of being on top. yeah, he preferred the badlands, where he could just beat the shit out of someone after they both agreed to it. fair enough.
strolling closer towards cat on the beach, he watched them closely before absently turning his gaze around. where the hell were the weapons? part of him wanted to scowl at the thought of having to use just fists. i mean, it wasn’t his fault if his opponent brought only fists to a knife fight. still, he simply pressed his lips into a thin line, crossing his arms over his chest.
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 Lucerne didn't fight. Well - actually - if he were to be more accurate in the phrase, Lucerne couldn't fight. Any somewhat impressive acts he had done in the past to fight others off had merely been reflex actions and quick-thinking instincts; never had anything he'd done in combat been premeditated for if it had been then maybe he would've executed it a little bit better. Most had been hand-to-hand combat. He'd pushed somebody once. Pistol-whipped another person before fleeing...
Basically, all Lucerne knew was how to escape.
Surprisingly, despite the apparent lack of willingness to participate in any conflict, he found himself approaching the battle training, stopping by Cat's side, his hands comfortably behind his back. "Just here to observe... In case bruises turn into bloodied noses." He commented nonchalantly before dropping a heavy-sounding rucksack on the floor. Full of medical supplies, all oh-so disorganized in true Lucerne fashion.
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⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 100%
 current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 70%
 has been showing signs of major depressive disorder
personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn
relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not interested in any romance
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
 sees him as his person
 doesn't view their relationship as romantic
 loyalty lies with him entirely
interaction.
⫸ storage // plot
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ will be acting out of character as he is still grieving over the loss of his brother
⫸ TW. he is an active drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine
 some interactions with him may be whilst he is under the influence of said drugs
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AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Fighting was one thing Salem was confident in; though he wore the scars of many battles lost, he didn't wear the scars of many battles won which was a victory in his opinion. Though he couldn't imagine fistfighting in his current condition was... Wise.
Still, the man cracked his knuckles and approached. He stuck his tongue out slightly at Cat, smiling playfully as he observed the leader. "What kinds of bruises, Captain?" Salem asked, humor lacing his tone. He wasn't really flirting, he was moreso just trying to alleviate the weight in his chest that told him he was making a mistake by trying hand-to-hand combat after he'd lost two fingers not a week ago.
He stretched his arms over his head, dropping his smile in favor of yawning. He'd been napping, so what? He was still getting used to life not being incredibly boring eighty percent of the time.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium 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]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ 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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Addy was the first to arrive; they couldn't really say that they were surprised, considering he tended to show up at most of these things. He'd gotten himself into some shit at Mike's, hadn't he? This oughta be good. Cat gave the officer a nod, not launching into anything just yet. Lucerne approached too, though he was only there in case someone got hurt. Probably good; Cat wasn't one to hold back. He, too, got a nod.
Then came Salem. "What kinds of bruises, Captain?" The words, combined with his tone that did indeed come across as somewhat flirty... They gave him a look before tugging back their collar and making a vain attempt to see their neck, which they knew quite well would be covered in bruises. "That obvious, huh?" They dropped their collar back into place. "Not those kinds, so forget anything you mighta been thinking."
//should I probably try to write another paragraph w Cat starting the training? Yes but I can barley keep my eyes open rn so no
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/27/19] 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
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
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 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) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Salem blinked as Cat examined themselves, and then burst out into laughter. He'd expected the leader to maybe brush it off, or maybe be into it, but he hadn't really been expecting that. Maybe Catalyst wasn't so bad; they were at least fun to tease.
Salem smiled, feeling a bit less tense now. "Well, I guess the fun kind of training will come later." Salem commented lightly, still continuing to stretch for what time he had before the training started. He didn't want to pull anything, and the movement gave him something to do.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium 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]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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Living in the garden of evil [B][I]Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing
[i]"Well, I guess the fun kind of training will come later." [b]"Yeah, for me maybe" he commented as he arrived, a lit joint between his lips and smoke escaping from his mouth as he spoke. His hands hid in his pockets as he joined those showing up for battle training, his choice weapon of a tomahawk on him as well. What would the point be of showing up without his weapon, hm? "So, training, huh? Looks more like standing around" he teased with a grin, taking his joint from his lips and holding it between his fingers.
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"What part of forget it did you not get?" They asked, frowning at Salem. Then Gav arrived, as if he could sense the flirtation directed at his significant other. They opened their mouth to say something, then thought better of it. Then, of course, he made a comment about how they were all standing around and distinctly not training. They rolled their eyes. "God forbid I wait for people to gather and strike up a conversation."
They probably should actually kick this thing into gear, though. They glanced around, raising their eyebrow. "So... more bark than bite, sideline medic, pinkie-less, and high. A baseline knowledge is probably too much to ask for, so we'll start with one of you. Who's up first?"
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/30/19] 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
⇥ 06/29/39 ⇥ Reunited with Louie
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand
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 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) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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 okay… what the fuck was even going on. he watched as gavril strolled on over, as salem made some playfully flirtatious comments. it was amusing as hell, that was for sure, but if what they were talking about was their idea of fighting… count him the fuck out. it seemed like they were finally on the task of starting this combat training and - with a not-so-subtle middle finger at that ‘more bark than bite’ comment - he was ready to get this started.
more bark than bite… he’d fuckin’ show him. he glanced around for a moment before stepping forward with a shrug of his shoulders. “sure, i’ll go.â€Â
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AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Salem glanced at the arriving person, noticing immediately the joint in the other man's mouth and taking in the relaxed way he addressed Catalyst, and brushed off Salem's joking words. He didn't really- get that, but he'd drop it. He shot a lazy grin at Catalyst as he got scolded, and let that avenue of conversation die once and for all.
"I'm defined by more than just my injuries, captain." Salem quipped, but he didn't put any real bite into it. It just echoed his own nervousness surrounding the training. He didn't even comment on the baseline knowledge part, holding back for now,
"I'm fine with taking seconds." Salem said, stepping back to give them some room before sitting down on the ground to watch; he wasn't just going to stand awkwardly the entire time.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium 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]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ 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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