thrill of the fight >> open : insurrection

[LUCERNE.]

— tw. blood & injury

Lucerne knew what the sound of a gunshot meant. Usually, it spelled trouble. Lucerne had once been shot, many years ago, in the abdomen. The agonizing pain seared through his flesh like a hot flash of fire burning him from the outside in. Oftentimes, guns were used to harm others - only last week Lucerne himself had to use a gun on somebody. The memory haunted him every moment since the attack, and he was fully aware that this traumatic memory would taint his soul from here on after.

And so, the sound of a gunshot nearby ringing through his ears signaled to Lucerne that something had gone terribly wrong. Lucerne perked his head up, from the work he'd actually been doing outside of his bedroom. Next, another gunshot - something terrible was happening. Lucerne swallowed hard, eyebrows furrowed as he raised to his feet, swiftly entering his room and throwing his rucksack over his shoulder. His rucksack, stocked neatly with the supplies he'd collected from the Badlands to work on his role as a medic - finally, Lucerne was beginning to feel a sense of purpose here. Perhaps he didn't have to walk out on them like the dramatic thoughts that his head were telling him to many times before.

Finally, he trotted out, searching for where the commotion was taking place. He'd not quite known where the gunshots were fired from, but some NPCs who did know pointed him in the correct direction. He slowed as he approached the several people stood around, eyes flitting about suspiciously to ensure no more fighting was to take place. He hesitated for a moment upon noticing the two dead bodies, before nodding to himself and uttering to nobody in particular, "Neat..." Next, eyes wandered over to Mike who had an evident laceration to the thigh.

"I assume that the other two gentlemen don't need assistance." He gestured over to the two corpses, flitting his cold gaze at Cat, silently searching for permission to treat before he crouched down beside Mike, scratching through his rucksack. "Continue to put pressure over the wound like that." He ordered Cat before next turning to look at Mike. "Lay on your back. Leg raised above the heart." With that, he pushed this rucksack beneath Mike's leg to keep it raised once he'd removed the items in the bag that he needed to use to treat the wound. He wasn't going to ask what happened... Though, the man was surely curious.

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family:raleway; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 3/29]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ member of the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ currently a worm. unofficial medic.

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 - 75%
    — current injuries: broken humerus & healing wounds across throat and cheek
⫸ mental health - 70%
    — traumatized after discovering his brother's slaughtered corpse several weeks ago
    — 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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