he said "please don't go away" > o. joiner

[rosey.]

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(( WARNING: ABUSE MENTION ))

Liberty.

Her name means freedom, it is the embodiment of independence, and yet, for the past nearly 2 years she has been imprisoned by someone who treats her like dirt. Of course, it didn't start out that way. He was nice at first, kind and gentle and he knew how to make a girl smile. But that's how they get you, those demons. They reel you in and make you fall in love and once you become dependent on them, they reveal their true colours. She could still remember the first time it happened- the first time he hit her. He was frustrated because he hadn't been able to catch any game for weeks and they were beginning to grow hungry. She'd suggested maybe they go and ask her parents for help, since she was still 16 and while they were allowing her to live with her boyfriend they would still gladly help them out. She'd gotten her first black eye that day. While she knew how to fight, and she was strong enough to defend herself, she'd been too stunned to say anything. She'd ran in the bedroom crying and he'd consoled her, promised it would never happen again and blamed it on his stress about their hunger.

He lied. It did happen again, but she kept letting it slide. She kept telling herself it would be okay, convincing herself that he really didn't mean it, and that it wouldn't happen again, but it always did. He'd made millions of promises he'd never kept and she'd let it go on for nearly two years.

Leaving hadn't really been a choice. He'd almost killed her, and her survival instincts kicked in, and she'd just... ran. She didn't know where she was- she hadn't eaten in a day or two, she was parched, tired, confused, but most of all she was terrified. What if he found her? What would he do to her then? Clearly, it would be worse than all of the things he'd already done to her, considering she'd never attempted something like this before. She didn't know where he was or how she'd lost him, but she really hoped he wasn't following her right now. She just needed to find somewhere to crash- somewhere safe, and everything would be okay.

Tied on her back was her wooden bow, given to her by her father, who was a carver. The arrows she'd made herself, but since they were limited she always made sure to grab them off of deceased prey. Tucked under her belt was a dagger, which was her mother's before her passing, so it was easily Liberty's most valued item. Her clothes were bloody and ripped, and there was a wound from a knife in her side. She hadn't much materials because she was on the run, so part of her shirt was ripped off and tied around her waist to stop the bleeding. For now, it seemed she wasn't going to drop dead, but if she didn't find somewhere safe to rest soon, she wouldn't stand a change. It was starting to get dark, too.

Her face was one filled with horror, crusty, dried blood lay in patches below her mouth, from where she'd been coughing blood earlier. She was pretty sure she had a cracked or broken rib, but she hadn't had the time to check on it(which wouldn't be a problem considering her medicinal knowledge) because of everything that'd happened. Her eyes were filled with pain and she looked... rough. It wasn't much longer until she came across the outskirts of the city, and she continued walking the roads. The sun was beginning to go down by now, and she was getting worried. If she didn't find somewhere to make camp soon, she'd die.

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" She sounded doubtful.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 4TH]make you crazy, yeah he's smooth as liquor —✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio
fluent in english & armenian / the badlands / member

too damn dangerous, i got too close —✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
— liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8". her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes on her skin aside from bruises and the freckles on her face. her eyes are a deep doe brown, with subtle golden flecks throughout the iris. her hair is shoulder-length and is usually tied up, and is a very dark brown colour. she usually wears clothes for comfort, so most of her clothes are comfortable yet easy to move around in.
— injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side

oh, i should've known better —✧ personality
house tba / personality tba / faction tba / mbti tba / true neutral
— tba

i'm telling myself, i don't need you anymore —✧ relationships & interaction
heterosexual / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no siblings
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
medium physically / easy mentally / medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:470px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:9pt;line-height:120%;"]tracking + welcome to the badlands!! 

[spoiler=TAGS]
GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls)
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle REF although he no ammo so he goes for a set of throwing knives. REF

APPEARANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Ivan Martinez | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match REF and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife REF
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

PERSONALITY/OTHER NOTES.
& Often smiling. Can turn anything into a joke, will always be the optimistic one.
& Most of the time he sticks to himself, hiding away in his apartment. This is because of his haunting memories of his childhood.
& Loves animals. Mostly dogs.
& Although friendly and smiley, he will not be afraid to get his hands dirty if need be.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& Daisy Hearst + NPC father
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Friend to all
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& He lived with his twin sister, younger sister and parents. His father was very abusive. Eventually his mother and little sister left; a year later, so did his twin sister.
& A few days after his twin left, he turned thirteen. That same night he ended up "accidentally" almost killing his father with a broken vodka bottle. To hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house and smoked a cigarette on the front yard while his father screamed inside.
&. He then lived in New York for a few weeks. He joined a gang to survive and lived there for two years, although he never really belonged.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his past.

[JOHN WHISKERS]

[justify]It seemed the Badlands were the place where people fled to, looking for shelter and comfort. He wished they didn't; they'd only find pain here. But he supposed the harshness of the Badlands was better compared to some situations.

John walked through the cracked streets, bag filled with small game thrown over his shoulder while his spear was tied to his back. He was the Head Hunter for a reason; his prowess seemed unheard of nowadays, though he'd learned the same as everybody else. You hunt or you die.

And gods was he not ready to die yet.

He smelled the girl before he saw her; dried blood combined with what he assumed was mud, or just general dirt from running around in the wilderness. He turned a corner to see her, struggling and calling out. He glanced around but saw nobody around; good, he disliked dealing with large crowds, especially when it involved newcomers.

"Hey!" John called out as he jogged over, quickly tying the bag to one of the straps on his back so both his hands would be free. "Jeez, you look like hell. Who're you? What're you doing here?" John asked.

//welcome to the badlands![/justify]

we're swimming with the sharks until we drown

[rosey.]

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(( thank you both for the warm welcome!! ))

Libby's senses were quickly on high alert as she heard footsteps, her doe brown eyes wide as her attention shot in the direction that John was coming from. For a split second, she was so sure it was him coming for her, and she was about to turn around and make a run for it, but she relaxed significantly when the stranger appeared in her line of sight. She was still cautious and shaken up, because this was a stranger and she was in an unfamiliar city where she was probably unwelcome, but there seemed to be no immediate danger. No matter what, however, she wasn't going to let her guard down. Liberty may have been beaten and broken down, but she could still put up a fight if it meant surviving. She needed a drink.

Liberty looked him up and down- a hunter, perhaps, and a damn good one from the looks of it. She wore her hair in a mess ponytail, which was dirty and had things caught in it now, like leaves and random debris from running through tons of unfamiliar territory. His words weren't sudden, but she still was startled by them, her heart racing as he began to speak. It was most likely because she was so jumpy, which was easily understandable. "Sek’s Yerek’ov!" She cursed, eyes wide, but she quickly recovered. She shook her head, and with a slightly defensive shrug of her shoulders, she offered an apologetic look. "Sorry, you startled me." She responded to his greeting, and as he began to speak again, she almost laughed bitterly at his first words.

"Hell? I just returned." It was ironic, and kind of edgy, but she didn't seem to care right now because she was partially in shock and also just trying to survive. "I'm Liberty- or Libby, I guess. As for why I'm here, I... Don't know. I've never seen this place before, I apologize if I'm intruding. I hate to ask something like this, because I just met you, but is there somewhere nearby that I can make camp? Just for a few days- I need to... To rest. I can take care of myself, I promise, I just- need somewhere to stay that is... safe enough." She is rambling and pleading, and there's definitely something to her story that she's not letting on about, and while she hated feeling vulnerable, she seems to stand by her words.

She is lost in more than one sense of the word.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 4TH]make you crazy, yeah he's smooth as liquor —✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio
fluent in english & armenian / the badlands / member

too damn dangerous, i got too close —✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
— liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8". her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes on her skin aside from bruises and the freckles on her face. her eyes are a deep doe brown, with subtle golden flecks throughout the iris. her hair is shoulder-length and is usually tied up, and is a very dark brown colour. she usually wears clothes for comfort, so most of her clothes are comfortable yet easy to move around in.
— injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen

oh, i should've known better —✧ personality
house tba / personality tba / faction tba / mbti tba / true neutral
— tba

i'm telling myself, i don't need you anymore —✧ relationships & interaction
heterosexual / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no siblings
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
medium physically / easy mentally / medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[JOHN WHISKERS]

[justify]Gods, she was even worse off then he'd initially thought. Debris caught in her hair, obviously jumpy and still shaken from whatever had sent her running into the Badlands.

He crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels, the chilly air bothering him somewhat. He let out a bark of laughter at her overly edgy response, but stayed silent as she spoke. Liberty? Who the hell named their kid- Oh, it was probably a nickname or something.

"Yeah, you can stay here. I wouldn't call the Badlands the safest place in the world for non-members, but I can try to get people to leave you alone, unless you actually want to join." John offered. He was aware she wasn't really telling the whole story, but he didn't mind; it was probably very personal to her, and if she wasn't in immediate danger because of it he didn't need to know. "I'm John by the way." He added as he realized he hadn't introduced himself yet.[/justify]

we're swimming with the sharks until we drown

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]YEAH, I'M EMPTY INSIDE —
Liberty offered a vaguely pained frown as he laughed at her, still not realizing how... stereo-typically edgy and dark she was being. She was in shock and lightheaded from the blood loss and fatigue, so it was easy to confuse her in such a state. His next words elicited a shake of her head, short and sweet. "Trust me, it's a lot safer than where I just came from." She said dismissively. She'd leave her story at that. She didn't want to be mysterious and stoic-like, but she'd rather not talk about him right now, especially in the state she was in. He asked her if she wanted to join and she frowned, cocking her head to the side slightly. "There's a group living here? Forgive my ignorance, I lived with my parents until two years ago and then... I was on my own. I wasn't sure if people lived together in more than just families. What would I need to do to join?" She lied about where she'd lived for the past 2 years, but the rest was genuine. Curiosity piqued in her doe brown eyes as she shifted her attention from John to look at her surroundings.

With a pang of anxiety, Libby realized that she didn't have any medical supplies with her. Most of her remedies had been homemade herbal poultices or other methods, but she didn't even have a damn bandaid on her. She wouldn't have a shirt for too long if she kept using it as a bandaid either. "John. That's good- easy to remember. Is there alcohol nearby? I need to disinfect my wounds and I would prefer if there was something strong. If not, I can just find some water." She is rambling, grasping at straws.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 4TH]i just don't feel alive —✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio / nurse mom
generalized anxiety disorder / just needs a hug and a drink
fluent in english & armenian / reverts to armenian when highly stressed or anxious
the badlands / member / newcomer & wary

and i don't wanna live but i'm too scared to die —✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
— liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8", but this doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest. starting at the top of her body, her hair is very dark brown and shoulder-length, and she usually wears it up in a bun or a ponytail. very rarely will her hair be down, and then it's straight and usually pushed to the back. her head is oval-shaped and her jaw is round. her brows are thick and defined, and are a darker shade than that of her hair. below are her eyes, which are a mesmerizing doe brown with subtle golden flecks here and there, which aren't really noticeable unless you're looking her dead in the eye. her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes aside from the occasional bruise and some freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders. she's thin and is actually quite physically strong, most likely because she hunted for herself and her family most of her life, and still hunts for food now. she only has one outfit at the moment, but she regularly washes her clothes along with herself. she wears a ripped t-shirt(ripped to create a bandage), a black hoodie, pale green cargo pants, and black combat boots. her mother's dagger is tucked underneath the belt on her pants and her quiver along with arrows and her bow are fastened to the back of her jacket with a homemade sling. she has limited arrows because they're homemade, but she always retrieves them after firing.
— injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side

wish i could erase my memories —✧ personality
melancholic / candor / infp-t / true neutral
— liberty is quite closed off and generally keeps to herself. since joining the badlands, she's started being less dependent on her ex and takes pretty good care of herself. she makes an effort to take care of others as well, which is useful considering her medical knowledge and how many fights her groupmates get into. she uses flirtation as both a defense mechanism and also a coping mechanism, and she can be seen as too overly flirtatious or even promiscuous in some cases. she is not ready for another relationship and she knows this, so any back and forth flirting probably won't get serious. she is pretty lenient and not easily upset, unless someone reminds her of her ex or the things he did to her. she's generally a caring person, although quite reserved and distrusting of others(for good reason). she works best alone, and tries to remain neutral on most things.

so i could stop feeling so empty —✧ relationships & interaction
heterosexual / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no siblings or other known family members
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
moderate physically / easy mentally / medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[JOHN WHISKERS]

[justify]//sorry for the late response

Safer then where she came from? It must've been bad, then. He didn't try to think of what'd happened to her; that sort of felt like an invasion of privacy, even if they were just thoughts.

"No, its fine. I should explain." John said after she explained her ignorance. He supposed in more isolated places people just lived in familial groups, but around here there were larger powers so you had to band together or keep your head down. "The Badlands is the group living here, we're a vicious sort; I dunno if you can read, but we're basically the villains in every post-apocalyptic story. We stick together for strength and protection, and if you're weak you either keep your head down or you find protection. We're not all bad though, we look out for our own and we're probably the safest place out there so long as you can convince your groupmates you're strong." John explained, in the most harsh fashion he could. He didn't want to convince her to stay forever, though other people might; he just wanted to give it to her in a way where she could weigh the pros and cons herself.. Though she wasn't exactly in the shape to be doing so. "You can decide after you've rested, if you want."

Next she was asking about alcohol, and commenting on how easy to remember his name was. He prayed she just used his regular name; he wasn't the biggest fan of nicknames.
"I've got alcohol back at my house, I can get some for you." John offered. His roommates always made sure there was a steady supply of the stuff, though they might not be pleased with him stealing it. Oh well, they could both go fuck themselves in his opinion.[/justify]

we're swimming with the sharks until we drown