04-27-2019, 10:32 PM
 Lucerne enjoyed his own company, wandering around and exploring. If he was quite honest, he was, in fact, searching for a particular shop in order to find himself an instrument which once had been attached to him by the hip. As a child, he often played the violin and the piano in order to think of something that was not any menial details of every day life. Music was a temporary escape and, to him, it was his very own idea of therapy. Ever since he'd gone through that he went through, he was left with an emptiness in his heart, a void which he never knew could possibly ever be created within his soul. He'd assumed that he was untouchable, yet the moment he began to care for somebody, his world was quick to cave in. Caring had always been proven to be a disadvantage to Lucerne; Cornelius was the final proof.
He had been mindlessly wondering throughout the streets of the town in his very own thoughts when he saw Sheogorath up ahead, limping out of a shop and into the street. Hands were clasped behind his back, silently wandering after the man and quickly catching up, merely out of the realization that he'd feel awfully awkward for walking behind Sheogorath, seemingly following when this had only been a coincidence that they were on the same street. And so, Lucerne met beside Sheogorath, several feet away from the red headed man purely out of his own social awkwardness. Eyes darted ahead of where he walked, unable to look at Sheogorath's face.
"I can't be the only person who gets bored here." He started off plainly, his shifty eyes flitting over and landing on the shop fronts. He needed to find something to occupy his mind. A hobby. A violin would be ideal, though he was sure that anything would suffice at this point he was so desperate. He cleared his throat, finally flitting his gaze over towards Sheogorath before doing a double take. He wore a rainbow choker and, whilst it may have been appealing to some, Lucerne was pretty sure he was going to be driven mad by these Badlanders. "Oh, dear God." Lucerne uttered softly, looking ahead of him once again. Silence. And then, he looked back and smiled awkwardly, gesturing to the choker, "Are you really going to keep that?" Words so condescending.
Lucerne was doing what he did best. Without intending to be hurtful, absolutely breaking people's hearts with his unkind words. Perhaps he would never understand the consequences of his actions, and perhaps he'd always live a life of accidentally saying words which would hurt people's feelings. He supposed it was what he was good at doing.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family:raleway; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 4/15]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
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 - 100%
 current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 70%
 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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He had been mindlessly wondering throughout the streets of the town in his very own thoughts when he saw Sheogorath up ahead, limping out of a shop and into the street. Hands were clasped behind his back, silently wandering after the man and quickly catching up, merely out of the realization that he'd feel awfully awkward for walking behind Sheogorath, seemingly following when this had only been a coincidence that they were on the same street. And so, Lucerne met beside Sheogorath, several feet away from the red headed man purely out of his own social awkwardness. Eyes darted ahead of where he walked, unable to look at Sheogorath's face.
"I can't be the only person who gets bored here." He started off plainly, his shifty eyes flitting over and landing on the shop fronts. He needed to find something to occupy his mind. A hobby. A violin would be ideal, though he was sure that anything would suffice at this point he was so desperate. He cleared his throat, finally flitting his gaze over towards Sheogorath before doing a double take. He wore a rainbow choker and, whilst it may have been appealing to some, Lucerne was pretty sure he was going to be driven mad by these Badlanders. "Oh, dear God." Lucerne uttered softly, looking ahead of him once again. Silence. And then, he looked back and smiled awkwardly, gesturing to the choker, "Are you really going to keep that?" Words so condescending.
Lucerne was doing what he did best. Without intending to be hurtful, absolutely breaking people's hearts with his unkind words. Perhaps he would never understand the consequences of his actions, and perhaps he'd always live a life of accidentally saying words which would hurt people's feelings. He supposed it was what he was good at doing.
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family:raleway; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 4/15]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
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 - 100%
 current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 70%
 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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I'LL USE YOU AS A WARNING SIGN
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I'LL USE YOU AS A WARNING SIGN
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 1.1px; word-spacing: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]THAT IF YOU TALK ENOUGH SENSE THEN YOU'LL LOSE YOUR MIND