OPEN FOR ALL MEMBERS OF FLINTLOCK--LEADERS ANNOUNCEMENT

[CASSIAN.]

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Cassian hadn't been far off from where Johannes had started speaking, the brunette didn't really think that any of them would really be wandering far now anyways. Not now. All of what'd happened was shitty. The attack, losing some of their members — it shouldn't of happened. How did they let so many die? He was huffing then, watching as a hot breath fogged up in front of his face as it met the colder air. The tension in the air was more than enough. The fear. It rose upwards, looming — before crashing down and causing him to hold his breath. Cass knew that there wasn't really any other choice in avoiding their now-appointed dictator. While their group was close, he'd always be more on the independent side of things. Now, though, he was pushing himself forwards — his own pale blue eyes flickering over the mostly-nerve filled faces before resting on Johannes. Four guardians down. Again, shitty. He was biting his tongue then in thought, listening as their current 'leader' went on... trying to lead them out of this 'frightening time'. He was trying to step up as someone who was more than just responsible. Cassian was leaning back, the cold continuously biting at his face as the words droned on, and on. He got the point.

They needed volunteers. Johannes, a face in which wasn't very familiar to him yet — was trying to calm the storm, trying to keep everyone from falling onto their knees. Didn't sound like very much fun. The skinny kid found himself nodding along, too caught up himself in staring now at the dusty wooden boards of the lodge at his shoes. Could he say he was surprised by the attack? Maybe. Though, in a world like this one — there really wasn't anything that could be considered a surprise. He just had to keep telling himself that. Maybe everyone really did. But, again, there was a fine line between having no emotion or response to traumatic events — and keeping some sort of guard up. This world wasn't for the fainthearted, but you had to watch yourself on how far you went. Those in the Badlands, they — were the ones who'd gone too far into that dark place within the heart.

He was snapping his head upwards, reaching a hand behind his neck in order to rest it there as he spoke up. Normally, there was a never-ending grin upon his face, but his mouth was pressed into a thin line now. Work hard. Ensure safety. Yeah, yeah — he'd do that. He wasn't a guardian. Maybe he could even be considered expendable if things took a turn for the worse, but the ideas never seemed to get to him — at least, not on his exterior. He was weaker fighter, someone who relied more on agility because of his weight — he got sick easy, he was really just tripping and stumbling his way through whatever life he'd been handed... with a need to constantly forget what'd happened in his past. Cassian still found it almost fucking funny to how he'd survived this long. Maybe he just had good luck.

He was partially raising a hand then, head tilting. "I can go on a supplies run. It'd probably be better for someone to come with me, but if no one's volunteering — I'll see what I can do alone." Taking the risk for the greater good, huh? Long ago it'd been his brother who'd always been the hero, the one to step up above him — Cassian had always been the one living in his shadow. His optics were sliding sideways in some sort of distant thought before moving back towards Johannes.

"What's the worst that could happen?" His voice was lighter then, out of all the grief the corner of his mouth was weakly twisting upwards in some sort of hopeful smile. He tried not to actually think of the endless possibilities of what could happen. Christ.

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GENERAL:
★ Cassian Flynn | Cass or Cas
★ Bisexual, though he's closeted.
★ Single | ½ of none.
★ Son of — NPC x Kali Flynn (missing).
★ 19 YRS. | May 2nd
★ Member of Flintlock Ridge.

PERSONALITY:
★ Naive, trusting, idealistic.
★ Assertive, daring, suspicious, outspoken.
★ Takes initiative, his morals are in the right place.
★ Independent, self-reliant.
★ Sarcastic, borderline smug, this kid just can't stop grinning.
★ Trustworthy, misjudged, enjoys offering his service.
★ Perhaps rebellious, rash, foolish.
★ Very dreamy, impractical.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN | HEALTH: 92%
— This kid is too thin, no doubt. He's not necessarily an overly tall bean-pole, but just somewhere above average height. Maybe around 5'10-5’11. There's not a lot of muscle on him either, he's not built for fighting fist-to-fist so-say. Though, his weight and height helps him in being more agile. For facial-features and how those appear, refer to faceclaim.
— His eyes are a grayish & pale blue color. His skin is tanned, though not because he's spent time out in the sun... it's more from his ethnicity - his family tracing back to many different parts of the world. His hair is thick and a darker brown, curling on top of his head yet cut short. Most of the time it looks more scruffy than anything, but that's just his genes.
— Slight, slight accent - perhaps can be made out by some as an accent from someone who's from New Orleans. The accent of those from New Orleans is very subtle, if anything - yet in some of the things Cassian says, it'll show itself.

INTERACTION:
★ Probably average physically & hard mentally.
★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
★ Attack in BLACK and BOLD.
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[rudolf.]

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[abbr=the cutest little zephyr]RUDOLF MARONEY[/abbr]

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[align=left][justify][size=8pt]rudolf had been in the common area already when Johannes had called the meeting. He watched as the other members began to file in, filling the space pretty well. Rudy was situated at the front, with a nice clear view of their newly appointed leader's face - specifically, his lips. As the man in front of him began to speak, rudolf watched with concentration. "everyone. This... Frightening time. We're all... Our loss. But we need to... the safety of our group..." what mattered were the important parts of each sentence. The man nodded along as johannes spoke, agreeing with him almost completely.

The man comtinued, and the concentration began again. "We need more guardians, to.... and we need more scouts--we're running... supplies and we need to... St. Peters to restock, but right now we can't risk sending too many people. That's why I need... who.... to do this." his face twisted, a negative emotion onvious on johannes face. It was obvious that he was torn about the issue.

The dictator turned towards a member of the crowd and rudolf's gaze followed. It wasn't someone who he was around much, though he was relatively certain his name began with a 'c'. The man must have volunteered himself, as many members around him began talking amongst themselves, or giving him some sort of morale boost. Rudolf closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before standing himself. "I could go too." he spoke as his hands moved slowly. "They might need a medic, if anything goes wrong."

He'd stayed in the comfort of the lodge almost exclusively since he had come here. They hadn't asked much of him, and they had all been so willing to help the man out. It was about time, rudolf decided, that he started to pull his own weight. He needed to do more than watch the younger members and cleaning up messes.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ rudolf joseph maroney
★ heterosexual | male
★ 29 | june 8
★ member of flintlock lodge
★ open for plots

RECENT EVENTS:
★ to be added

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ deaf | uses asl, reads lips, can speak aloud
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PHYSICAL:
★ human | health: 100%
— fc. of Ryan Lane
— wip bio
— major injuries: none as of now
— minor injuries: none as of now

PERSONALITY:
— friendly, honest, genuine, humble, brave, intelligent, protective
— temperamental, emotional, dependent, blunt

INTERACTION:
★ he's really nice and always tried to help out
★ peaceful unless agitated
★ average in battle |  muscular but inexperienced
★ medium physically and medium mentally
★ open for family/adopted family + relationships
★ attack in BOLD GRAY
★asl in [b]bold italics, asl and voice in bold
★ can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
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[elyse]

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"Everyone--I know this is a... frightening time. And we are all grieving our loss. But we need to work hard to ensure the safety of our group, in the wake of a disaster."

Hah, that was one way to put it, wasn't it? 'Wake of a disaster'. Elyse's hand fell from her hair to glide slowly up her bruised arm, a sour smile turning the corners of her lips up. She couldn't believe that the Badlands had attacked now, of all times- in the dead of winter. As horrible as it sounded, Elyse was almost positive that they would've been wiped if they didn't have the numbing cold on their side that had gnawed through the bodies of the Badlanders before they had struck. Even then, six men down... four of which had been Guardians. Elyse supposed it was better for them to go quickly: a knife to the heart or broken bottle to the throat compared to the slow, agonizing death of hypothermia. Even those that bled to death beneath the feet of those still struggling for their lives were given more mercy than those that slowly froze to death over the course of a couple days. Another shaky breath fell from the small blonde as she lifted her arms up to cradle herself, realizing she had left her jacket in her room as the cold began to scratch through her skin to infiltrate the rest of her body. The mentioning of Saint Peter's caused her sardonic smile to turn genuine, sliding her olive gaze down to the floor to rest on her shoeless feet bundled in thick wool socks.

Before coming to the lodge only a few weeks earlier, Elyse had found herself frequenting the warehouse as refuge from the Badlands members that prowled every corner of the streets. The sound of her footsteps falling against well-guarded concrete had become such bliss to Elyse compared to when she had muffle her steps on the streets to avoid being jumped. A supply run to Saint Peter's was right up her alley, something she was almost excited by: while Elyse wasn't exactly the shining face of wellness at the moment, nothing was going to stop her from going at this point. Maybe telling them about the attack would have them keep an eye out for raiders making their way back- yet, Elyse questioned if they would even bother with another attack any time soon, given the weather and the losses they sustained themselves. Elyse remained silent as Cassius spoke up, green gaze sliding toward the younger male volunteered. The next to speak up was the eldest among them, shifting her attention toward Rudolf as he quickly volunteered as well. Lips pressing into a thin line as she listened to them, Elyse shifted on her feet from the back of the small crowd to catch better sights of both of them. Murmuring erupted from the crowd with two volunteers already present, heads turning in toward each other as they whispered amongst themselves. No doubt deciding whether or not it was safe enough for them to join, or even how to get out of having to do it, no doubt. Clearing her throat, Elyse lifted her left hand as her right hand fell to slip inside her pocket, wrapping tightly around the brass knuckles held within it.

"I'll go," Elyse volunteered with a shining smile directed at Johannes as he cautiously asked for one last volunteer. She realized she wasn't exactly the prime example of a supply carrier, let alone with the bruises and nicks gained from the recent raid, but Elyse was damn well ready to pull her weight. Elyse was a runner, for sure, and considering the thick blanket of snow surrounding the lodge and it's surroundings there was hardly any use for her at the moment. Flexing her left arm as her smile turned teasing, she flicked her gaze between Cassius and Rudolf as she spoke once more. "I can pull my weight with the big boys."

Like Cas had said, what was the worst that could go wrong?

[spoiler=————— and im dizzy on dreams | updated 1/26][size=10pt]GENERAL:
♔ Elyse Shannon Sixton | Elyse, Six | Female
♔ 24 years | May 3rd
♔ Member of the Flintlock Lodge | Scout and Barterer
♔ Loosely based on Elyse Willems, from Funhaus

RELATIONSHIPS:
♔ Single | Not searching
♔ Biromantic | Bisexual
♔ Personable and chatty, Elyse is an easy character to get along with and will more than often not go out of her way to meet everybody she encounters. Loaded with cheesy jokes and poorly constructed puns, leave it to Elyse to lighten an otherwise downtrodden atmosphere. Elyse is inclined to carrying conversations, making her more compatible with those that are willing to listen to her ramblings rather than those who try to pipe in themselves, as she has the tendency to get carried away.

PHYSICAL: ◼ ◼ ◼ ◼
♔ Young adult women | health: 85%
— (Reference) Mousey brown roots that bleed into long blonde locks pool around the shoulders of a pale women shorter than most her age.  Dark green eyes fail to mask emotions she may want to muzzle, just as the rest of her soft facial features highlight her expressive mannerisms. Standing a few inches shorter than most of her peers, Elyse is of an average build that she was once working on refining, but progress has since been halted due to the lack of weights and time to dedicate to them. Her frame allows her to maintain when running, so while Elyse is a poor sprinter she excels at long distance running. Her lengthy hair is often unkempt and subject to the winds, making it hassle when she is running.
— major injuries: none
— [i]minor injuries: minor bruising; minor lacerations

PERSONALITY:
♔ Enthusiastic, benevolent, dedicated, genuine | Adventurous, loquacious, conciliatory, whimsical | Airy, gullible, meddlesome, morbid
♔ Elyse can easily be described as a social butterfly that enjoys little more than having a fun time with friends, ensuring everybody has a broad smile on their face and a belting a belly laugh. The blonde gets along with nearly everyone she encounters, bar those that have violence in mind. Excitable by nature, Elyse is quick to get carried away by what-ifs and, if the opportunity is present, will ramble [i]endlessly about stories she's crafted. Hardly a novelist, however, Elyse builds ridiculous stories on improv alone and will often be found mumbling to herself about certain situations held within stories she had read from the past. When left to her own devices Elyse can often be seen busy at work, whether it be knitting hats for those that also reside within the lodge or recycling the padding of her bed with more fibre scavenged from the foothills of the mountain. When it's warm enough Elyse will even depart for a run through the woodland surrounding the cabin, inviting those she sees beforehand to join her. Jealousy and envy are emotions that rarely pass through Elyse, and while not entirely desensitized disappointment, she has learned to dismiss it with ease. Bearing a sturdy sense of loyalty, Elyse finds herself more drawn to work for the Flintlock Lodge as a whole rather than whomever is at the helm. Those that she truly befriends, however, Elyse holds above all else: while not brash enough to throw herself into danger for them, she goes out of her way to prove her loyalty in more minor ways.

INTERACTION:
♔ Brawler, rather than scrapper | Difficult close-combat opponent | Poor at long-range engagements  | Will not start fights | Will end the fight as soon as possible
— Elyse carries a rusted hybrid of a pocket knife and brass knuckles (click), making her extremely effective at close combat. However, more than often not Elyse will opt not to use the weapon and instead fight with her fists alone: while she does not deliver the heaviest of blows, she trades brute force for quantity as she can lay numerous punches before having to play defensive once more. Elyse fights simply to end a scrap she has been drawn into, and as soon as the other force relents, she will immediately cease fire. However, Elyse knows that such mercy will not be given to her if she was to lose a fight, meaning she puts her all into even the smallest brawls she gets into with strangers when visiting the city. Elyse aims for the face and knees, and is rendered almost entirely useless by long-range weapons such as tomahawks and molotovs due to her fear of them.
♔ Attack in bolded moccasin.
♔ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

[BRUCE H]

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The cold had a way of soaking into someone's skin. It could either make one sluggish or make them sharp, and while some of the others in the lodge are shifting, Bruce wastes not a single motion. Arms crossed over his chest and posture taut, he watches Johannes with sharp eyes. He couldn't say what he thought about the dictator as of yet, and perhaps he would never think much of anything when it came to him. He's stepping up to his appointed role, though, and he appreciates that, however useless it seems in the wake of recent disasters. This is a dangerous world that they all live in. That seems to be a futile assertion now that they've all seen it. No matter how innocent people were, it still ended in bloodshed. Started in bloodshed. Every path led to the same destination. Perhaps he'd been isolating himself a bit since the attack. Lingering in silence away from the others. He had never been a social man, outside of his immediate family. People weren't really his sort of thing, and hadn't been since he was incredibly young. How long had it been since his parents had died? How long since he split away from his brother? These people here weren't family, not like Jason was. Not like Dick and Damian and everyone else he seemed to have claimed as his own.

Still, he would always do his best to protect them, strangers as they were. He was easily one of the more imposing people here despite being among the younger adults, with ridged scars and a broad body hidden under layers of clothing. If that in itself isn't enough, perhaps the way that he carries himself is, or the constant near-scowl that seems to chill otherwise warm features. He calls for scouts, and Bruce almost volunteers without thought — he needs to get out of this place, after all. But no, they need people here who can fight, and if there's one thing he's good at, it's that. "If you need me to go, I will," Bruce finally offers, slow as it may leave his lips. Heavy shoulders roll under his jacket and he uncrosses his arms to instead leave one loosely at his side, the other held at his hips as his thumb tucks into the belt loop. "Wherever I would be of most use." To defer to someone else for where he would be of most use feels like an insult, but Johannes is new to his job, and it's not as if Bruce and his family weren't the oldest members by anyone's standards. He would give the man a chance.

[spoiler=MY NAME IS DEATH AND THE END IS NEAR | INFORMATION]
GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY / NOTES PAGE / PINTEREST BOARD
‣ Bruce "Win" Holloway / Introduced Only as Win / Hates Bruce [Except From Dick]
‣ Cisgender Male / Heavy Preference for He/Him Pronouns / Neutral Pronouns Allowed
‣ Gray-Biromantic Bisexual / Monogamous, Possessive, and Taken / Dating Dick [H]
‣ ½ Boysoldier [BROTP] / Father and ⅙ of the Batfam [Dick, Damian, Cam, Meg, Stevie]
‣ Adoptive Father of Damian / SORTA has a tendency to adopt every sad-looking child
‣ Mid-Twenties / Born February 19th / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Older Brother of Jason

POSSESSIONS / RUNNING LOW ON: BANDAGES, MISC. EQUIPMENT, MATCHES
‣ Has one 9mm pistol carried on a thigh holster on his left thigh. Used incredibly rarely.
  ‣ Only has eight shots left. USED ON: NOBODY, SO FAR. GOOD JOB, WIN. [PATS]
‣ A large, single-blade, semi-serrated pocketknife. Favored way of fighting; very skilled.
‣ Two undershirts, two overshirts, one jacket, one pair of jeans, well-worn hiking boots.
  ‣ Everything is worn and faded, and one undershirt in particular is pretty much dead.
‣ A very tattered old backpack used for supplies. It should probably be trash by now.

PHYSICALITY / I DON'T HAVE PICTURES YET, GIVE ME A BIT / HEALTH: ABOUT 85%
‣ Large and imposing in every sense, Bruce stands around 6'3 and weighs in at around 200 pounds when at a healthy weight. As it is, he has very little body fat and a heavy, defined musculature. In tough times, he can drop down to 180 without looking sick, though the difference is quite severe. He's someone who's obviously handsome when he cleans up right, freed from the dust and mud that comes from constant walking. Warm, tanned skin, [lightly] freckled along his shoulders and the top of his cheekbones. His hair is somewhere between a very dark brown and a softer black in color, and is kind of wavy still, shorter on the sides and back than the top but not too extreme. Intense, steely blue eyes. Heavily scarred, and I'm too lazy to list all of those.

PERSONALITY / BROKEN ACE / FRIEND TO CHILDREN / 1 / 2 / HEALTH: 80%
‣ Slytherin Primary + Hufflepuff Secondary / Chaotic Neutral / INFJ-T / Oddly Moral
‣ Overall a somewhat abrasive, domineering personality up front. Hard to get along with, irritable, and doesn't take orders well. Disciplined and almost always in control. Oddly gentle, especially with children who have been through some sort of trauma. Not very good at affection, but he does try, most of the time. Doesn’t like being toyed with if he’s not playing the game himself, but can certainly be playful and borderline teasing with a select few that he's very close to. Quiet and hard to impress, but catch his attention and you generally keep it. Measured and collected, very steady way of acting and speaking. In all honesty, he’s a bit of a softie and can be incredibly overprotective if he actually likes you. And he probably does?? Most of the time.

CONFRONTATION AND INTERACTION NOTES / COMBAT PRAGMATIST
‣ Overall Severe Difficulty / Highly Trained / Incredibly Experienced / Skilled Hunter
‣ Only has basic medical skills, such as suturing, setting breaks and dislocations.
‣ Attack with his name in [color=black]BOLD, CAPITALIZED BLACK, if you can? For visibility.
‣ It would also be really nice if you could underline actions in lengthy open threads.
‣ Contact Preferred From: Dick, Damian, Cam, Meg, Stevie. Allowed From: Kids

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