LIVING IN A LIE OF TRUST / open, joiner
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Cat looked up, his teeth digging into his lips as he continued shivering. Fuck. It was a person. A human being. Cat took a step backward, muddied feet sinking down into the snow. He moved the knife a little closer to his front as a self assurance he'd remain safe, and he studied Roque for a moment. The other was frustratingly taller than Cat, but he was used to being looked down at both emotionally and physically. Not that he enjoyed being looked down at, but it was just something he got used to. Cat was incredibly sure that he knew what Roque was thinking, though he had always been the worse at reading even the most predictable personalities, albeit Cat didn't really believe there was such a thing if he even understood such a concept.

Cat felt a tad comforted by the fear in Roque's eyes, but the offer for help sent alarm running through his head. People couldn't be trusted, and he knew that especially went for the so-called kind ones, waiting to lure their next victim in as they took advantage of trust. Cat knew Roque's type, he was sure of it. Cat took in the accent for a moment, and knowing only two existent accents, his mind instantly thought for a moment. Maybe he was Spanish or something. "Th' fuck I need help for?" He asked, clearly in need of help with the way his words shook with cold. He took another step back. His eyes were filled with fear, eyes searching for cars not quite aware of the world's situation, but his curled lips revealed anger. "I don't need no help. I'll screw your shit up if you lay a fuckin' finger on me." The threat was meaningless, empty, and his chest was rising up and down with adrenaline, his already shaking hands struggling to keep hold of the knife. Oh shit - fuck - as the knife began to fumble out of his hands and he awkwardly tried to catch them with his hands swinging to grip the knife again, he found himself bending down anyway to grab it but all at the same time warily glaring up.
[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=A CAT HAS NINE LIVES | TAGS; 4/28/2018]Jonathan Cat Hunter | Introduced + only known as Cat | Cisgender male, he/him
Approximately 26; appears as 18 | Birthday somewhere in December | Ages realtime
TNW: Flintlock Lodge | Loyal to people, not groups | NPC X NPC | No siblings
Demisexual panromantic | Single | Scared of relationships

Caucasian | Reference & Reference
4'11 typically between 85 and 100 lbs. Slim and fragile.
— Sickly pale skin, extremely messy light brown hair
— Soft green eyes, has a blue starry backpack
— Wears a single paid of pajamas which are brown plaid. Has blue bunny slippers
— Coated in mud and dirt. Hasn't bathed in ages, smells like literal garbage. Tends to attract gnats and flies
50% HEALTH | Has one large gash down his back that zags a bit down. Has a thin but long scar down the bottom of his left arm. Covered in bruises, has a healing busted lip. Nose is broken. Small scar down side of cheek. He has numerous scars down his back and legs. Constantly sore. Struggles with hypersomnia, depression, IED and PTSD.

Trope & Trope & Trope | personality here

55/100 Physical Difficulty | 80/100 Psychological Difficulty | 40/100 Short-Term Recovery
Cat tends to have a lack of strength due to multiple reasons, but he fights as viciously as he can and knows how to keep himself alive even if he gets battered in the process. He's quick and uses his size to his advantage, but relies heavily on weapons.
— Carries a knife at all times in pockets
Attack in bold RED or similar | @ DARWIN for quick responses | PM for any major plots.
Friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, but won't be reacted to very well.[/spoiler]
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