DIVINE VIOLENCE // INVITATION + GIFT BASKET

[ADDY.]

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— they’d been invited to a couple things over the last couple months addy had been at the badlands. generally, it involved things that he didn’t particularly care for - weddings, parties, overall socializing with people - but he still couldn’t stay away from the stranger hanging out around the border of the badlands territory. cat had already beat him there - figures - but the redhead still sauntered over nonetheless.

his eyes wandered over the gift basket in hand, barely able to really make out what everything was in the basket- but he knew a bottle of whiskey when he saw one. he definitely had dibs on that for later. glancing between cat and the newcomer, he figured that cat had asked the question that really needed to be answered, though he couldn’t help but add a short, “where y’from?” pretty basic shit, he supposed.

[LUCERNE.]

    Lucerne never quite involved himself with the politics of the Badlands. Despite his aloof loyalty towards the group, he tended to keep very much to himself. His role as the group's doctor and officer meant that he tended to keep within the domestics of the group itself rather than meddle with external matters. After all, it was clear that he wasn't the greatest at communication. In fact, his words were often so unintentionally demeaning that he could make enemies by giving them a compliment.

He'd leave the talking to more capable people - Cat and Addy were harsh but they surely knew how to be more tactful in speech than Lucerne could ever be. He instead approached after coming across the two Badlanders greeting a stranger. Lucerne slowed to a halt nearby, hands clasped comfortably behind his back, as he observed wordlessly. He'd come and go like a phantom, invisible to the world. Cold eyes searched the stranger. He was not a face who Lucerne had seen before, and with a basket of goods he couldn't have been just a loner looking for a place to stay - a new group must've been in the picture. Brows knitted together. The man was alone with no other protection apart from a bat; he hoped for neutrality or, better yet, an allegiance. Otherwise, he'd not be here, stood alone, announcing an invitation.

Lucerne scoffed under his breath. Cat would be happy to hear - they surely didn't need another enemy to play with fire with.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:nyala; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 6/28]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic & officer 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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[Wolfsbane]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]Bane, on the opposite hand, was still trying to figure out potential allies, and potential foes. He had a fairly basic idea of the politics here, but be they ever-changing, he wasn’t willing to bet money on his knowledge. Nevertheless, he would learn them all in time, and this was the first step in doing so.

He directed his attention to the man who spoke first, an air of authority to him that Bane would note. ”My name’s Bane, and I lead a newer group called Los Santos,” Grey eyes flickered towards the other who had asked where he was from. He looked to the other man who approached as well, acknowledging his presence with a subtle nod.

”We’re hosting an event and have invited all the major groups I know of. There’s a collective agreement to maintain peace on Los Santos’ land despite politics.” Bane prayed such an agreement would be maintained, but he knew he couldn’t control the tides. Still, the Los Santos members had just spent the last few days tidying up the city and preparing for this event- if any blood would be shed on their city, Bane would not take kindly. ”We’re hosting a competitive field day with different kinds of events and free food and drinks. Everyone is welcome to attend.” Bane offered a friendly expression- not quite a smile, but a kindly aura.

ooc link to the event: http://www.bearbonesrp.com/index.php?topic=21745.0 ! :^)

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[Wolfsbane]

[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]Wolfsbane wasn’t sure of the relationships the major groups had with one another. He knew basics- who was enemies with who- but he didn’t know of their histories or current standings. Nevertheless, Bane had chosen to invite all major groups he had heard of to Los Santos’ introduction event. Hopefully these groups would maintain peace, and the only drama would be in the spirit of competition. Still, the man knew he could not control the tides, and so he worried about this possibility.

The man stood upon the border of the Badlands, wooden bat full of nails swaying slightly from his belt. He eyed the territory, wary of any overly aggressive members, a small basket in his hand full of supplies such as painkillers, bandages, fresh fruits, canned foods, and a bottle of whiskey. ”I’m here to deliver an invitation,” The man announced, having learned it was always smart to state his peaceful intentions when he had a bat full of nails attached to his belt.

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