just thankful that its over — open, scavenging

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]— People were beginning to starve. It was bound to happen, with most of their food coming from the animals in the city and the fire scaring them away, but the fact it was upon them was even scarier than he could imagine. Charlie had his plan with the supply stealing, Margaux was busy with the huts and Tatiana was busy being Tatiana. That left him to ensure something was done. "Anyone with free hands I want some help scavenging the undamaged buildings near the edge of the burned area! We're going to be looking for food, supplies and anything we need. So if you could you get your asses over here, I'd appreciate the help." Although his words in themselves were polite, his mouth was set into a thin line of unamusement. Scavenging in their own home, God, what had happened to the Badlands? They were a mess, but a mess he was willing to help rebuild.

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[charlie luciano]

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[align=left]heroes always get remembered

[i][b]―― but you know legends never die

Scavenging... that was all Charlie seemed to be doing these days. Looking for whatever he could get to survive. It was almost stupid; before the fire, everything seemed to be so abundant for the small group. Now? The houses had burned down, therefore depriving them of their shelters and other supplies that might've still been in them. The Badlands was left for dead, but dammit, he wouldn't let any of these motherfuckers die. Did he really care about each and every one of them that much? Not really. Charlie could've just packed his things and fled this place when the fire blazed out of control, but did he? No. He had a sense of purpose here, and there was obvious power that he could get his hands on if he was recognized for his efforts. In a world of ruin, the simplest power over a group of survivors was enough to satisfy Charlie completely. He was no President of the United States by any means, but if this was the closest that he could get to any sort of hierarchial power, then by God, he'd seize it.

Dylan had called for a team of Badlanders to head out and search for supplies. He had been doing this for the past week, so Charlie was obviously experienced in performing such a task. He had acquired some essentials, but not enough. So, the Italian man walked over with his hands shoved into his pockets and grunted, "You got it."

[clover.]

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FOLLOW FEAR LIKE FAITH — INFORMATION

she had been...what was the phrase? missing in action, so to speak. it was truly embarrassing, coming back after so long but the badlands was familiar to her; familiarity was something not short of rare, in the world, and even if the badlands wasn't exactly the safest, she had no where else to go. "hey dylan," the woman would greet as she approached. a small smile was shot the boy's way and she turned it onto charlie as she gave him a glance. "i'll tag along, too. an extra pair of hands can't hurt."

this would be a good chance to climb up the ranks again; though, clover could care less. there were benefits to ranking up, she knew, but as long as she had a simple place to stay, such as her boutique, then it was all right with her. there wasn't any time to be picky.[spoiler=✨ TAGS | AUGUST EIGHTEENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover; won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three years old / mentally and physically an adult
— the badlands / chamber

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★
— never takes off the silver ring engraved with roses and vines on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and a passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ x.
— physical health: 100% / mental health: 95%
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— she is 5'9'', which is considerably taller than most woman and tends to tower over many others. she has short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, and caramel brown skin that is typically covered with long sleeved clothing but from time-to-time she can be seen with a t-shirt. often, she is wearing a black hijab and lipstick. clover's ears are pierced, and she wears silver studs. a scar stretches across her stomach. she has swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms but they are never seen due to her outfits, which she conveniently cuts to cover herself.

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier, friendly
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits: literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / amity / mbti type
— clover is an amiable and patient person, born with mother-like instincts. she is prone to keeping tabs on people, but she means no harm by it; if she cares about you, she does it to be sure that you're alright. at times, it's difficult for clover to relax, and her serious attitude can sometimes put people off.

RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★
— bisexual / single / not necessarily looking or interested
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older biological sister is priscilla (npc)
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (often) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold underline
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, and conceals one on the inside of her thigh as well as in her sleeves or pocket. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. along with that, she'll typically carry an automatic pistol on her hip.

OTHER ·ﾟ★
— heartchart / pinterest / bio / pm this account for plots
— lowkey based off of kanaya maryam from homestuck[/spoiler]