IT'S TOO COLD FOR YOU HERE & MEETING [09/17]

[WOLF BITE]

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There were many new faces he could see appearing. He's met almost every single one of them, but their names were lost in the jumble of fog his mind created with this stress piling up. It was one after another, it seemed, and he was only programmed to handle so much at a time. They were recovering from the attack from the Badlands, which was progress he was pleased with, but he needed to clarify something. "Attention Northerners," It had been a week, give or take, since the raid and they were already beginning to replenish the lost supplies that were stolen. Good, very good. "Recently, there has been a murder of an alleged Badlander. The situation has been defused, but I would like to abolish the rule I had from the last meeting. If you see anyone- be it thief or Badlander, you subdue them and bring them to me for further questioning. I don't want dead bodies lying around in this city." Riley was under house arrest until he figured out what the fuck to do with him. He was already confined to his apartment, he had nothing else to do but whatever it is a blind man did on their own. That weapon he had- the knife in the umbrella... That was confiscated and put within their arsenal to be given to him when he earned it.

"Now, we have many newcomers this week. I welcome you all to Northstar District, please, I hope you enjoy your stay." His voice had appeared to weaken a bit, battling the pain that kept him up at night and making sure Cecil was taken care of. He hadn't slept in a few days, it was making him a bit delirious and incredibly irritable. "Anabiel has taken it upon herself to tend to the horses. If any of you need help with your horses or want to be assigned one, she's the one you go to. Although she's incapable of speaking, she's quite helpful." His eyelids closed for a moment, rubbing his temple with his index and middle finger. A persistent throb had begun, probably originating from his sleep deprivation. "Lastly, due to the recent raid on our stock, I'm going to be asking for volunteers to go out and scavenge. I'll need three."

[ summary:
- Badlanders kill on sight rule abolished; subdue instead and take to Wolfbite
- Welcome newcomers: [member=11]AUREATE™[/member], [member=2272]bedlom[/member], [member=570]scully[/member], [member=122]finny.[/member], [member=12]ALLOY[/member], [member=2163]iomedae[/member], and [member=2143]toby[/member]!!!
- Anabiel is in charge of the horse assignments which can be found here
- Scavenging Patrol; Need Volunteers; 3 people ]

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GENERAL INFORMATION | I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE
‣ Demyan Volkov / Usually Introduced as "Wolfbite" / Cisgender Male / He/Him
  — IF YOU'RE ASSUMING YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED WOLF'S NAME OOCLY, PLEASE USE WOLFBITE.
  — Demyan is a personal name that he only really allows immediate family or close friends to use; Cecil. .
‣ 27 Years Old / March 1st / Kazimir x Nikky; Alive
‣ Demiromantic Gray-Asexual / 100% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Single.
‣ Overseer of Northstar District / Leader
‣ Main Character Tropes:
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APPEARANCE | YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ 6'6 & 193-235 lbs. | Muscular, toned. He's broad-shouldered and significantly athletic, little to no body fat anywhere on him.
‣ Silky, sandy beige hair that's messy, like major bedhead. It's shorter at the sides, but lingering on the top.
‣ Dark, chocolate brown eyes.
‣ A pale ivory, though a layer of darker skin blankets the fairness, causing small freckles—barley noticeable— to speckle in various places.
‣ Heavily scarred on his torso. Some can be seen on his face; he has a scar on his right cheek and a lengthy one running down his left eye.
‣ Wears casual clothes. Sweat pants, or jeans with a t-shirt.
‣ Wears a black necklace with blue crystals on the end.

INJURIES & HEALTH | I'LL TELL THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ Heavily bruised; a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, as well as a fresh cut on his cheek. In pain, and incredibly tired.

PERSONALITY | WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT
‣ Anti-Hero, Emotion Suppression, Undying Loyalty, Beneath the Mask.
‣ Stoic, calculating, blunt.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Somewhat playful with people he is comfortable with; will smile, seldom laugh.
‣ Methodical, firm, confident. Calculative and holds himself to a high regard.
‣ Surprisingly gentle with children.
‣ Very asocial, not the most approachable person. He won't hold a conversation well.

COMBAT | TELL ME SOMETHING I FORGET
‣ Strength: 9 / Perception: 10 / Endurance: 10 / Charisma: 3 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 2
‣ Strength, endurance, and agility are the result of training. Perception due to hypervigilance.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill, with an opponent of the same size + life/combat experience.
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense / 80/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most

[dannychan]

/track, riley can navigate without his umbrella so :^) the blade can easily be taken out but it'll probably fuck up the umbrella

[J. HOLLOWAY]

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It was nice to see this place actually functioning properly for a change. Jason had been here for... Three? Four leaders, now. Including Wolfbite. Right? Katja, and then two before that. It wasn't that big of a deal, but he'd been off on his own for a few years now, and now they were actually the powerhouse that they deserved to be. It just meant that they had all of the problems that came along with it, and he can see the weight settling on Wolfbite's shoulders. He doesn't know him well enough to step up and try to help him emotionally, but he does care. For now, he simply watches with folded arms, head tipped up to watch the Overseer's expressions. Great, so he doesn't get to kill people now? That's fucking stupid, but he can see the importance of interrogation. They need to know if it's a one-time thing or will repeat itself. Et cetra, et cetra, et cetra.

The young man clears his throat and raises his hand in a somewhat off-handed manner. "I'll go scavenging. It's what I'm good at." He remembers the good old days, when it was just him and his brother. God, he hates that he keeps thinking back on him.

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=YOU GOT HELL TO PAY, BUT YOU ALREADY SOLD YOUR SOUL / INFORMATION, 9/15]‣ Jason Matthias Holloway / Introduced as "Arkham" outside of ND / Cis Male / He / Him
‣ 20 Years Old / Born July 7 / NPC x NPC; Both Deceased / Older Brother: Bruce Holloway
‣ Biromantic Bisexual / 68% Monogamous / Single? / Formerly ½ Jaytim  &  ⅓ Daredona
‣ Member (The Crew): Northstar District / Will wander at times on his own personal missions.

‣ 6'1 & 170-210 lbs. & HEALTH: 90% | Muscular, solid build, stocky and incredibly imposing.
‣ Messy emo hair; charcoal black and usually kind of messy. Typical Style & Messy Style Ref.
‣ Cold gray eyes. | Expresses a lot while saying nothing. Lots of smug smirking and grinning.
‣ Warm, moderately tanned skin. Some light freckles on shoulders from exposure to the sun.

‣ Confused hot mess. | Lots of issues that he hides with intense sarcasm. Be careful with him.
‣ Adaptable and weirdly charming, able to convince people of a lot with just a smile or a threat.
‣ Hardworking and focused, but also incredibly snarky and emotionally distant. Plays favorites.
‣ Has a terrible temper & doesn't balk from doing some immoral things, but sticks to his code.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but mostly just because he doesn't give a damn about his own life.

‣ Strength: 8 / Perception: 6 / Endurance: 7 / Charisma: 7 / Intelligence: 8 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 1
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense; 40/100 Psychological Defense; 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most.

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay had been there during that murder. It hadn't been pleasant; but he'd luckily figured out quickly how he felt the situation would need to be handled... he hoped Riley would understand the issue he'd caused and not do it again. Advay didn't feel like putting up with that; he'd rather just have Wolfbite okay it for Addy to lock the guy up. He didn't like for a place like this to be unsafe; though he supposed he got that from Moksha's constant presence in the past. "I-I'll go on the pa-patrol, thing," he called hesitantly, wanting to be sure to pick up things they needed, things like a screw off the ground that others might not notice. His dogs could sniff out food...he felt going would be the best for the group. That's what he was here for after all.

[roy v.]

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ROY AVON VANTAS —

roy needed something to do with his hands. it was fucking weird, how he'd wake up with nothing to do; or at least anything that made him feel good about himself. he used to lift hay and take care of animals and ride a horse. yell at his brother, sit down in empty fields next to his best friends. now, a gun was shoved in his hand and he was told to shoot at empty bottles, to "train." he needed to do something that wasn't so destructive. [b]"i'll go on the scavenge." he called out. he knew advay was going to be a pain in his ass but he didn't know jason; he just prayed that this guy wasn't annoying.
[spoiler= ･ﾟ★ ☾ PITY THE PARIAH 9/10]GENERAL
★ roy avon vantas | asshole
★ male | he/him | amab
★ nineteen yrs old | created 8/20 | cancer
★ trainee of the northstar district

[b]MISC INFO
★ probably gives the nicest hugs smh
★ definitely touch-starved; he is a sucker for soft touches from those he trusts

[b]APPEARANCE
★ [b]physical health: 100% | mental health: 90%
★ whole description here
★ current injuries: none

PERSONALITY — EXHAUSTED EYE BAGS. | A. | B. | C.
★ [b]ESTJ or ESTP | roy's personality truly has many different facets but the one that often shows is his intrinsically flawed, imperfect, and illogical teenager one. he gets angry very easily, for the littlest things that really shouldn't make you so furious. along with this, he's abrasive to the point where it often pushes the people he cares about away. but to the core, the short redhead's heart is gold and he truly does care for his friends and the well-being of people despite his unwillingness to show it; he is only that way due to his major insecurities rooted from a troublesome childhood.
★ independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure, (very) loud
★ what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS — THE INSOMNIAC. | JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
★ demiromantic bisexual | love is kinda an iffy thing for me; he cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind
★ single pringle, not interested | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother | generation 2
★ trusts: ??

[b]INTERACTION
★ medium, but tricky fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in bold underline
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed | violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]

[lurker]

The meeting caught her attention when her name was brought up. For a moment, she was excited. Some sort of recognition? A promotion? Sure, she hadn't done too much but she had done somthing- Oh. The horses. For a moment she was disappointed until she was reminded that she loved working with the horses, and she was content with her existence at least being acknowledged.

At the mention of a scavenging patrol, she noted that two people had already volunteered. She had been a thief for so many years, she was so used to acting like a vulture and scavenging anything she could find regardless of the dangers. Mostly because if she didn't, if she didn't find anything to trade for her necessities, she would die. Before she could volunteer, Roy did it. She would have preferred staying back to work with the horses, anyway. There was a lot to be done, especially considering she had no help. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Wolfbite concluding the meeting, and as she did so the young woman disappeared, probably back toward the barn.

[spoiler=TAGS ( updated 09/13 )][size=10px][font=verdana][ BASICS ]
ANABIEL / ANA
female / cisgender / she, her, hers
17 years old / 17 years mentally / 17 years spiritually
ages whenever / born 10/21
northstar district / member / former member of flintlock
[ RELATIONSHIPS ]
NPC xx NPC / G1
bisexual biromantic / single, sort of looking / 1/2 of no ships
no relatives / no crushes
[ APPEARANCE ]
PALE / DARK HAIR / 89% HEALTH
126 lbs. 5'1" / dark brown eyes
no accessories / permanently mute / weak frame
[ PERSONALITY ]
FRUSTRATED / ANGRY / BITTER
reserved / snarky / timid
mischevious / playful / jokester
[ INTERACTION ]
ic opinions / peaceful actions can be powerplayed
tag when attacking / physically medium / mentally difficult
pm to plot [/spoiler]