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SALEM

ENTRY #01

8.15.16

BL PROSPECTIVE

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 333px; min-height: 347px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: #000000; line-height: 99%;"]Salem, cigar in hand, stood behind Micah and a fee NPCs. She was able to see through the crowd, thanks to her lanky frame. She caught sight of the rickety boat, the likes of which she'd never seen before. Sal couldn't help but wonder how it worked. She kept staring at the boat until the girl who spoke caught her eye: she looked dirty and exhausted. Hell, they all did. There was a sense of brokenness in their eyes too.
"I don't think they're a threat..." She muttered to no one in particular before taking a drag on her cigar. Hell, not only did they not seem like threats, they looked as if they'd been threatened themselves.

VITALS

> overall status: 100%

> physical status: stable.
> physical health: 100%
> physical afflictions: none yet.
> minor injuries: none yet.
> major injuries: none yet.

> mental status: stable.
> current status: stable.
> mental health: 100%
> mental illnesses: None
> mental damage: None

TAGS

━ ━xGENERAL
> N/A | "Salem"
> Female
> 23
━ ━xAPPEARANCE
>Human
> Dark brown hair that varies in shade, pale, blue green eyes.
> Carries at least 2 cigars at a time and a small switchblade.
> tall, lanky and a bit awkward physically.
>
━ ━xABILITIES
> N/A
> N/A
━ ━xCONFRONTATION
> medium physically | easy mentally
> non-violent power-play allowed
> no kill | request maim/capture
> ask to attack in bolded, underlined and italicized black
━ ━xRELATIONSHIPS
> Unnamed Father x Unnamed Mother | no siblings
>Lesbian | no crush
>
━ ━xOTHER
> this text + this color = this meaning

I'VE COME TOO FAR TO SEE THE END NOW

━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ even if my way is wrong

a small everyone. | beware hidden scrolling

[OLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]her mama used to tell her about a the land far away . . .

a world less cold , full of opportunities that one couldn't quite get in their own land. a land where the stray dogs seem to overpopulate the people— but the people? they could be just as [I]vicious. "your grandfather used to love the ocean." but he loved to help people more. her mother was the youngest of five, nine at the time when her father moved them to russia, holding onto the promise that maybe one day? they'd return home. they never did, not after her father died. and so her mother was always sort of lost— lost within the languages, the people. lonely. only lonely people ran into the arms of a predatory preacher when she's not much older than twenty-two with him being two times her senior.

in a lot of ways, max and her mother are similar. despite being born and raised there, she's always stuck out like a sore thumb and. . . she had trouble talking to people— fitting in. she couldn't form a coherent sentence without her brain deciding not to cooperate last minute , so sometimes it was better not to speak at all. she, too, was lonely more than anything. in ways she wasn't like her mother? her anger. she hated it. both were emotional, but her mother had a habit of harboring it, burrowing it deep inside her until it leaked from her eyes and poured out as sobs from her lips at times she thought max couldn't hear her. sure, max cried, too. but she couldn't go without letting the world know just how it made her feel. it was the best way she could express herself and she hated that, too.

her mom was gone now , and max was left with the man who biologically her father, but who she hated up to slaughter of their village. now she travels in a boat with practical strangers who are supposedly her half-siblings, banking on what they have of food and shelter, no geographical knowledge whatsoever. max hates to think it, but she's counting the days til' they lose their luck. already, they're starting to run out of food despite their efforts to ration, and max is starving. she feels gritty from lack of showering in days. her  exhausted from her very tedious sleep schedule. at least where they are, the weather is less harsh— if not warmer— than the days she's seen them. she's lucky to get a good four hours. but shit it'd be good to have a warm bed for once.

max is on ' patrol ' something that they only just now trusted her to do when she thinks she sees something off in the distance. she rubs her eyes for reassurance but it doesn't fade — land? quickly max rushes up , the most excited she's ever allowed to be in the presence of these strangers-who-are-also-her-siblings, pounding on the door to the control room. [b]"Привет! Привет! Я думаю, что вижу что-то, я просто хочу убедиться, что это видит и кто-то другой[sup]1[/sup]" before they could answer, she rushes back out to the deck, peering into the distance. . . yep, still there.

( please wait for [member=2919]truce.[/member] and [member=2996]BEATLES[/member] ty! :-) )

[sup]1[/sup] hey! hey! i think i see something i just want to make sure someone else sees it, too

[RUSLAN]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size:8pt;letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: .5px; line-height: 17px"]Ruslan is normally a man of few words, but for the entire duration of this little "excursion", he's been on a different level of quiet. One could probably tell how utterly defeated and broken the young man felt just by being in his presence. Who was to blame him? His whole world had been shattered and flipped upside down. Everything he ever knew was gone, and everything he thought he believed in was a flat-out lie. This transition wasn't easy, to say the very least. Someone could put on a face and pretend like everything was fine, but what Ruslan had experienced would make any light-hearted and careless soul cave under the pressure.

He hadn't said much. It's been roughly about a month or so, and all Ruslan has uttered was small talk about the weather outside ( which was either foggy or humid or sunny ) and small, brief wonderings about what the trio would come up upon. He didn't care at this point; put him in a different part of the world and the chilling memories and the smell of blood would still be just a fresh in his mind. Nothing would change the fact that the worst had happened to them.

The dark-haired delays rising to his feet when Misha ( he only addresses her by her full name; they're practically strangers, after all ) pipes up, claiming that she sees something on the horizon. He is still splayed onto the floor, lips chapped and eyes dark with exhaustion. He is too tired to be the least bit interested in whatever his half-sibling has "found". "Что на этот раз? КИТ?[sup]1[/sup]" Ruslan asks in a monotone voice, staring blankly into space.

[sup]1[/sup] what is it this time? a whale?

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #262626"]With each passing day, it became more difficult to hold back the tears.

Veronika wasn’t sure how long the grief would last, but it certainly felt like it’d take a lifetime to recover from it. In comparison to the majority, her life in the New World felt far more sheltered than most. Having an esteemed pastor as a father certainly helped her grow up to be more fortunate than most and she took this status in her stride. If only she hadn’t relied so much upon her family’s reputation, then perhaps the grief of losing it all wouldn’t have hurt as much. First, it began with discovering that her virtuous family was not as virtuous as it first appeared. Her mother was such a strong woman for being so forgiving, but her father’s infidelity brought shame upon the family.

A part of Veronika felt disgusted by her father’s breach of trust, namely because he definitely would not have admitted his transgressions if it weren’t for the fact that the woman he’d impregnated would soon leave behind his bastard child after passing away from an incurable disease. She wanted to feel sympathy for Misha, but she could express nothing but bitterness towards the stranger-turned-half-sister. After all, she had been the result of what had devastated Veronika so much. It never had been Misha’s fault, but Veronika couldn’t bring herself to accept that as a fact.

And so, every day she had to be in close proximity to the younger girl, it only riled Veronika up more. She hated this trip on the oh-so-rickety boat, and hated more the circumstances that brought them here in the very first place. The few survivors of a vicious attack on their small settlement, she felt more than enough guilt to be one of the only ones who’d made it out alive. Women, children, family, even their loyal animal companions — all gone in the space of a few hours.

Curled up on a bench in the control room, Veronika hugged her knees to her chest as she rested her head against the window. Whilst her eyes remained shut, she could barely sleep without experiencing the horror of all that bloodshed all over again in her dreams. The image could never leave her mind, the way she cried as Ruslan dragged her away from their deceased parents. A slam against the door sent her flinching, eyes darting open wide as she stared over towards the closed door. Misha, exclaiming with excitement. With a sigh, Veronika slouched back as she allowed her racing heart to settle, gaze flitting over towards her twin brother as Ruslan enquired vaguely from where he lay down.

Eventually, with hesitation, Veronika finally stood up with a sigh, hugging her long cardigan across her torso as she then wandered out onto the deck. She didn’t want to keep her hopes up — Misha had a lot more hope than the world was willing to dish out. It never paid to be an optimist anymore. But, as Veronika met with Misha on the deck, eyes landed on what looked to be a beach in the distance. ❝ Руслан? Руслан! Я думаю, мы здесь! ❞ She called out before rushing back to the control room. She looked towards the boat’s wheel, clicking her tongue before exclaiming, ❝ Помоги мне! ❞

With help, the boat swiftly neared the shore where, at the shoreline, seemed to stand a few Americans who had been attracted by the sight of an oncoming boat. Walking back out onto the deck, Veronika shouted out, ❝ Is this America?! ❞ She didn't care if it was America or not, as long as it wasn't Russia.

// This thread is now open to replies!

¹ Ruslan? Ruslan! I think we're here!
² Help me!

[MICAH K.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; Font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]word moves very fast in the little casino town. but, then again, it's probably been years since most have seen a working boat, if at all. so, an npc coming to him, saying a boat is essentially on shore, micah's instantly on guard; confused, but he can't exactly deal with that now. he doesn't bother with the npc, pushing past them and towards the beach. a small crowd has formed, the boat just a few meters off shore, he squints as he tries to make out if they're a threat or not. brandishing a pistol, micah glances to the person to his right, " they got any weapons? " he asks, focusing back onto the boat.

" is this america? " throws micah for a loop, arm dropping a bit. what? he thought these were some kind of raiders, but what people from somewhere else would even know about the badlands? slowly, he lowers the gun, but keeps it in his hands, just in case. " [color=#000000] where y'all from? " he yells back, eyes still narrowed and brows furrowed. he gets an uneasy feeling bubbling up in his stomach; but what's new for micah around strangers? or anyone outside of his own immediate family.

" [color=#000000]gonna need y'all to gimme some information before ya take a step off ya boat, " he calls, the safety of badlands being his main concern. however, the idea of having a boat does spark his interest. the ability to travel that way as well as a storage as sorts, possibly a stash... if anyone comes looking, or attacking, just send if off, onto the water with a someone they trust... no one's the wiser. " [color=#000000]don know where ya wanteda land, but yous in badlands territory, "


[spoiler= tags, updated 11/30/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH◞
&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3  of the administration of badlands .

◜PERSONALITY ┊ IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN◞
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ I WOULDN'T HESITATE ◞
&.  six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ TO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE ◞
&.  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

◜INVENTORY ┊ AND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE◞
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ AND WHAT A LOVELY TIME◞
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous  . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 5 months .[/spoiler]