I GUESS I'LL NEVER LEARN // open, joining

[impiety]

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Cat had been sitting at the steps, dirtied slippers tapping up and down and legs shaking a lot, his form wriggling with nervous energy. He was honestly feeling sleepy after examining a rubber ball, poking and prodding, and trying to break it. However, a figure in the snow made him clench the ball anxiously, licking his lips a bit as he began tossing it up and down in his hand and then gently setting it down. She was huddled in a blanket, and concern clenched at his heart because... Because, erm, the last time Cat was huddled in a blanket it hadn't been a fun experience. He felt pity for her.

But also suspicion, so there. He didn't dare move close to her, instead warily keeping his distance as he pulled his knife from his pockets. He pointed it at her though still remained distant out of suspicion, not particularly someone who should be called a welcoming committee. "Hey, th' fuck are you?" Cat asked, backing up closer to the door as fear surged through him at the sight of a stranger.

[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]

[ROQUE]

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felix. he/him. 20.

★★★ // 5'6''. 130lbs. 6/10 HEALTH.[/color]
description of appearance here.
— reference links here. include voice-claim.
★★★ // INFJ. HUFFLEPUFF. INTROVERTED.
description of personality here.
tropes;;[/color] list tropes here.

★★★ // HAS SMALL SHOULDER BAG, ONE SET OF CLOTHES
— always wears a rosary under his shirt, rarely visible.
— bag holds first aid supplies and photographs--rations if he's found any lately.

★★★ // HAS NO WEAPONS. CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 0/10 TRAINED.
— will run if attacked or provoked, if caught will beg before fighting.
— has no training in any kind of combat.
— @ROQUE when attacking.
— open to capture and maim, but ask me first.b]★★★ // INFJ. HUFFLEPUFF. INTROVERTED.[/b]
description of personality here.
tropes;;[/color] list tropes here.

★★★ // HAS SMALL SHOULDER BAG, ONE SET OF CLOTHES
— always wears a rosary under his shirt, rarely visible.
— bag holds first aid supplies and photographs--rations if he's found any lately.

★★★ // HAS NO WEAPONS. CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 0/10 TRAINED.
— will run if attacked or provoked, if caught wib]★★★ // INFJ. HUFFLEPUFF. INTROVERTED.[/b]
description of personality here.
tropes;;[/color] list tropes here.

★★★ // HAS SMALL SHOULDER BAG, ONE SET OF CLOTHES
— always wears a rosary under his shirt, rarely visible.
— bag holds first aid supplies and photographs--rations if he's found any lately.

★★★ // HAS NO WEAPONS. CAN POWERPLAY PEACEFUL. 0/10 TRAINED.
— will run if attacked or provoked, if caught wi

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[JOSIE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]This mountain seemed to get more and more crowded every day. She's not opposed, but for someone who had grown up with her two parents, a dog, and a bunch of animals, she's found it a little... Overwhelming. Roque was the gentler kind, and she has no trouble with him, but the likes of Cat — well, it's easy to call her a little wary. She pauses upon hearing that voice, but eventually finds her way outside, still with a washcloth between her hands. Jo had been doing her best to clean up some of the dust around the place, just in preparation of the rest of their moving. The upside to the cleaning was how it kept her hands from the black oil and dirt that usually muddied them. Her face wasn't quite as lucky, a few streaks still smeared near her cheeks, but the director looked more put together than usual in thick flannel and jeans.

"That's enough," she says, though her tone is more motherly than stern as she looks at Cat. It was one thing for their members to be wary — she could understand that — but it was another to threaten them. Trying not to shiver at the cold that immediately bites despite her extra layers, Jo takes a few slow steps until she's in front of both Cat and Roque. "It's alright." The assurance is meant for everyone, her hands gently raised in a gesture of peace. "Come inside. No more knives, I promise."

[finny.]

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I'M EVIL TO THE CORE

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