with someone new -- open, new recruit/joiner

[leona]

Leona found herself in a place she didn't recognize, but that was pretty normal for a drifter. She liked seeing new places, it meant she didn't have to deal with the bullshit of all the old places.

The woman stood at 5'6, with short dark hair that was still recovering from the buzzcut she got three months ago. She had a black leather jacket stained with a bit of blood around the cuffs, and her eyes were dark green. She put a lot of thought into her appearance; it was really the only thing she could control.

Tight around her waist was the holster of a handgun, a clear warning sign to anyone who crossed her path. She'd taken lives before when they gave her trouble, and she wasn't afraid of doing it again. She had no time for regrets.

At her side was a mutt, with short mottled brown fur. He had a long thin snout and a lanky body, and looked to be a pretty old dog judging by the silver hair around his nuzzle. Leona called him Mangy, since she was bad at naming things and he was pretty mangy.

But enough of thinking about shit she already knew, she had to focus on the task at hand. Mangy was getting older in life and he'd probably die within a year or two, and she didn't want him to die on the road. He'd looked out for her for eight years, so she felt he deserved some rest.

So.. Here she was, looking for a place called Northstar in order to let her dog retire. She tried to not think too hard about it, since it was a pretty weird reason and she didn't want to get too caught up in emotions. She'd come up with a lie about wanting companionship if anybody asked her.

She snorted and wondered when she'd gotten so used to lying.

The two moved through the forest silently, or as silent as they could be when Mangy kept stopping to sniff at things and Leona was trying to scout out where exactly Northstar was keeping their home nowadays. She heard they were in the process of moving, so she had no idea if they'd already left their home base or if they'd already reached their new place.

//don't feel inclined to match, most of it is just me describing her appearance since i haven't set up her tags yet
//edit: forgot to mention but im also here at Pyre's goading so blame her ig

[Marine Beaufort]

[div style="width: 450px; margin: auto; text-align: justify"]It wasn't that long ago that Marine had arrived here, wearing her own black, stained leather jacket with a handgun at her waist. She still had the jacket - it was fucking cold - but the glock had been taken, much to her frustration. She felt naked without it, even if it wouldn't be much use to her with only a handful of bullets. Still, it was better than nothing.

The young woman wasn't inclined to sit still, in fact keeping her in place was incredibly difficult, especially since at the moment, no one was stopping her from patrolling the perimeter. Why would they, anyway? She paused when she spotted an unknown figure standing nearby, gun proudly on display and a dog at her side. "Who are you?" She called, making her way over slowly, realizing that this person looked familiar. Marine couldn't place her finger on it, and figured it'd be best if she not try and find out, lest this be some poor fool that got her shit stolen from her by Marine. "What are you doing here?"

//shit muse but wanted to reply today
welcome to nd you nerd

[spoiler=Tags | Updated 11/13/17]General —
▪ Marine Beaufort | Goes by Marine or Ms. Beaufort
▪ Cis female | She/Her
▪ 18 years old | Ages real time
▪ Member of Northstar District | Loyal to herself

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 90%
— [Note that certain aspects of her physical appearance are still being decided, hence vague language or lack of detail] Marine is a fairly tall young woman, with the lean, muscular body of someone who spent her entire life training while not getting enough to eat. The scars on her body (the most visible being one on her brow and several on her arms and hands) are souvenirs of a great many fights. The scars on her legs and torso are hidden by her clothes - typically she wears skinny jeans, a leather jacket, a tank top, combat boots, and fingerless gloves - all in edgy black. The monochrome is broken up, however, by a great deal of dirt, as well as different stains, most being blood, and by her red backpack. Marine is actually filthy everywhere, and her long dark hair is in tangles most of the time.
— minor injuries: A black bruise on her right eye
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Cannot read or write more than her name.
▪ First priority is her own survival, all else comes secondary. Will prioritize children heavily before adults, and may even distrust and dislike adults, possibly blaming those in their forties or later for the blackout.
▪ Heavily armed with a sniper rifle (no ammo, used for intimidation), a handgun (4 bullets), a compound bow (8 arrows), a swiss army knife, a few other knives and daggers that she's picked up over the years. Uses the bow most for hunting and is most proficient with that, though she is capable with all of her weapons.
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions.

Personality —
— Marine is someone whose negative traits tend to shine much brighter than her positive traits. She is incredibly selfish, and is motivated by her survival first and foremost, and she'll do anything to preserve herself. Second to her own life comes that of children, who she sometimes looks at like younger siblings. She tends to distrust people older than herself (especially 40+), and can be quite cynical. She doesn't work well with other people, but is a tireless worker and will do whatever it takes to get whatever she needs or wants. [Personality is a WIP]

Relationships —
▪ NPC x NPC | Parents were killed when she was young
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic
▪ Single | Crushing on no one
▪ ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅙ ⅐ ⅛ ⅑ ⅒ Ship/Group/Squad
▪ Protective of those younger than her, distrustful of those older than her.

Interaction —
— Physically Hard | Mentally Hard | Will start and finish fights
— Lacks formal training
— Still fully capable both with and without weapons
— Guns are for intimidation, bow is for hunting, knives are for fighting
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=5772]Marine Beaufort[/member] & attack in bold, italic underline

Links —
▪ Biography
▪ Plotting Thread
▪ Heartchart
▪ Ask Thread
▪ Storage
▪ Roleplayer
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[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 8px; font-family:times new roman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]— Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
Michaelis remembered having an animal, once. It had been a blue tabby, with the oddest sea-green eyes he'd ever bore witness to; and a wicked personality to match, constantly spitting at him and lazing about, acting as if he owned the place. He'd named him Sea, of course, because he was a blue tabby and he ought to have something to do with water, and he grew up with that piece of shit cat and doted over it every day. Sometimes he'd even come back with dead animals to give them as presents, or a too-friendly female strolling behind him with kittens on her heels that looked like him. He'd died an old, happy, un-neutered king, and Michaelis had buried him himself. He longed for that same routine again, to have someone, animal or not, matching his pace and challenging him day to day. But he was an adult now, in a world that had little patience for the love and drama that the old world had obsessed after, and he would not shirk his duties to pursue a fantasy. It was too late for that.

Dogs had been a common friend to Northstar, it seemed. Having another one appear after the mess that they'd had with Aeden on his first day was just as amusing as it was daunting, and he sincerely hoped that the kid was safe somewhere inside the camp to where he wouldn't come, freak out, and run away like a little girl. But he hadn't been around much lately, and frankly, the chances were slim.

Nevertheless, he appeared out of nowhere like he usually did, strolling up with his hands stuffed in his pockets and the usual smirk on his wolfish mug. His smile slackened when Marine beat him to the usual protocol, and he walked up a safe distance from her lest she tried to pull something on him. Actually, he stayed a good distance from both of them. The dog was a guy, too, but could he trust him? Could he really? Being around more than one woman made him anxious, noticeably from the way his relaxed posture tensed as the time passed. 

[leona]

Leona started when someone.. Unnervingly familiar appeared out of the woods. She thumbed the handle of her gun as the situation unfolded, and kept her eyes narrowed in thought as the woman spoke.

Then another gathered, a man who seemed to be keeping his distance. Leona regarded him with curiosity, while Mangy stayed pressed to her legs with raised lips. She pet his head absently to calm him down before answering the woman's questions.

"Leona, I'm looking for a place called Northstar." She spoke and forced a lazy smile. "I'm not lookin' for trouble, if that's what you're thinkin'." Her words were spoke in a slow drawl, and she kept a calm expression as her eyes darted between both of them. They were both clearly tense, as was Mangy, but she tried her best to defuse the situation.

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[roy v.]

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SIGH NO MORE —

That long drawl caught his attention; it was familar in the way that left him startled and extremely nervous. He talked like that, as well as everyone back in Harthwaire. The small chance that she might recognize him put him on edge. [b]"Are you from the south or something?" He always sounded snappish, but now, there was an accusatory edge to it. Not what he was going for, but he didn't take time to apologize.

"Well, lucky you, you found it. Congratulations. There's no prize." The red-head glanced down to the dog at her side and eyed the animal like it personally crossed him. Bringing his eyes back up, he levels a glare. "What do you want with the Northstar District."

[spoiler=PITY THE PARIAH 11/24][size=8pt]GENERAL —
★ ROY AVON VANTAS / "ASSHOLE" "CRABBY BOY"
★ MALE / HE/HIM PRONOUNS
★ created 8/20 / nineteen yrs old / mentally and physically a teenager
★ trainee of the northstar district / previously lived in harthwaire, in the south

APPEARANCE —
★ PHYSICAL: 100% / MENTAL: 90% / SMELLS LIKE CIGARETTE SMOKE
— a short and stocky boy with the features of a boy but the sharp eyes of a man. his torso is wide and though his shoulders are squared, they slope softy and rarely fill the sweaters and tee-shirts that envelop his frame. his round head has short red hair that's usually flat, accompanied by solid amber eyes that flash red in the light. he's lightly skinned, and deeper than he should be from sun exposure. he has a notable southern-ness to him and it's easy to tell when you hear him when he's worried, stressed, or mad.

PERSONALITY — EXHAUSTED EYE BAGS. | A. | B. | C.
★ POSITIVE: independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ NEUTRAL:  impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ NEGATIVE: vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure, (very) loud
★ gryffindor / abnegation / 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.

RELATIONSHIPS — THE INSOMNIAC. | JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
★ demiromantic bisexual / single pringle, not looking or interested
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother / generation 2 / related to older brother, kyle vantas (npc)
★ hates touches from those he doesn't know / cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind / not very affectionate, wary of receiving it

INTERACTION — "PASSIVE OR AGGRESSIVE"
★ medium, but tricky fighter / fairly easy to attack emotionally / not trained but has experience
★ will initiate fights / won't hesitate to finish fights / at first, overwhelemed by confrontation
★ won't ever kill or maim anybody / can be considered a wimp in all honesty
— attack in bold underline
— if you know what to look for you can tell that roy may not be trained, as his movements can be sloppy or unreformed, but with years of fighting experience on his side, he generally knows the in's and out's and can hold himself fairly well. due to his height, he can be easy to physically overpower. the boy knows this and depending on who he fights, he uses this to his advantage and generally doesn't stay put in a fight, evading attacks or punches until he's able to get his own in.

OTHER —
★ heartchart / pinterest
★ ask for injury / ask for capture / no kill or maim
★ powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed / violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]

[leona]

There were.. Quite a few people around here. Leona didn't mind too much, though it wasn't her favorite thing in the world. She looked at the newest approaching person and chewed her lip in contemplation as he spoke.

"Yeah, I guess. Doesn't matter much to me where I've been." She answered his question, though her calm gaze had turned cold at his tone. "Glad to have found it then. You lot are difficult to track down." She spoke, still trying to play along. She was doing this for Mangy, not herself, she'd bail as soon as she got the chance.

"I was lookin' to join, but ya'll look like you're itching for a fight." Leona snapped, his glare aimed towards her dog the final thing to set her off. She'd expected some sort of welcome, since Northstar was supposed to be the most accepting of the groups, but it looked like she'd be fighting tooth and claw for a spot in their ranks.

"I'll keep playin' along but I'll put a cap in the skull of anybody who tries to hurt my dog." Leona snapped, her eyes still trained on Roy. She didn't recognize any part of him except for his familiar accent, so at least she knew they didn't have any previous spats.

//ic opinions

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[Marine Beaufort]

[div style="width: 450px; margin: auto; text-align: justify"]She was looking for Northstar. Most people who came here were, most deliberately seeking out this place for one reason or another. Before she could so much as open her mouth to reply to the woman, Roy appeared, brandishing his typical attitude. A sigh escaped her lips as he spoke, provoking the stranger. "Ignore him." Marine advised, her even voice cutting through, hoping to de-escalate the tension. Well, what she'd say next would surely piss him off but at least then his attention would be on her. "He is a stranger to good manners. My name is Marine Beaufort, the sour-puss is Roy, and that's our leader, Michaelis." She gestured to the men as she said their names. "And they have issues with guns, if you'd be willing to disarm yourself I guarantee this conversation will persist much more civilly. I assure you, no one here will hurt your dog." As long as the dog behaved himself, at least.

[spoiler=Tags | Updated 11/13/17]General —
▪ Marine Beaufort | Goes by Marine or Ms. Beaufort
▪ Cis female | She/Her
▪ 18 years old | Ages real time
▪ Member of Northstar District | Loyal to herself

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 90%
— [Note that certain aspects of her physical appearance are still being decided, hence vague language or lack of detail] Marine is a fairly tall young woman, with the lean, muscular body of someone who spent her entire life training while not getting enough to eat. The scars on her body (the most visible being one on her brow and several on her arms and hands) are souvenirs of a great many fights. The scars on her legs and torso are hidden by her clothes - typically she wears skinny jeans, a leather jacket, a tank top, combat boots, and fingerless gloves - all in edgy black. The monochrome is broken up, however, by a great deal of dirt, as well as different stains, most being blood, and by her red backpack. Marine is actually filthy everywhere, and her long dark hair is in tangles most of the time.
— minor injuries: A black bruise on her right eye
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Cannot read or write more than her name.
▪ First priority is her own survival, all else comes secondary. Will prioritize children heavily before adults, and may even distrust and dislike adults, possibly blaming those in their forties or later for the blackout.
▪ Heavily armed with a sniper rifle (no ammo, used for intimidation), a handgun (4 bullets), a compound bow (8 arrows), a swiss army knife, a few other knives and daggers that she's picked up over the years. Uses the bow most for hunting and is most proficient with that, though she is capable with all of her weapons.
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions.

Personality —
— Marine is someone whose negative traits tend to shine much brighter than her positive traits. She is incredibly selfish, and is motivated by her survival first and foremost, and she'll do anything to preserve herself. Second to her own life comes that of children, who she sometimes looks at like younger siblings. She tends to distrust people older than herself (especially 40+), and can be quite cynical. She doesn't work well with other people, but is a tireless worker and will do whatever it takes to get whatever she needs or wants. [Personality is a WIP]

Relationships —
▪ NPC x NPC | Parents were killed when she was young
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic
▪ Single | Crushing on no one
▪ ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅙ ⅐ ⅛ ⅑ ⅒ Ship/Group/Squad
▪ Protective of those younger than her, distrustful of those older than her.

Interaction —
— Physically Hard | Mentally Hard | Will start and finish fights
— Lacks formal training
— Still fully capable both with and without weapons
— Guns are for intimidation, bow is for hunting, knives are for fighting
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=5772]Marine Beaufort[/member] & attack in bold, italic underline

Links —
▪ Biography
▪ Plotting Thread
▪ Heartchart
▪ Ask Thread
▪ Storage
▪ Roleplayer
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[leona]

The woman was the one who spoke up next, and Leona turned her attention to the scarred girl. She stroked Mangy's head nervously, since he was just as riled up as she was but at least he was staying by her side.

She hummed as Marine introduced their companions, and though she would've usually responded with something polite she just wasn't feeling it right now. But eh, she wasn't raised to be an asshole. "..Nice to meet you, Marine, Michaelis." She said, though it was anything but a nice meeting.

"Disarm? No thanks, Beaufort. I'll be keepin' my wits about me, if you don't mind." Leona said. She wasn't actively pointing the barrel at them, and that was about as good as they were going to get until she was certain they weren't going to try anything.

//more ic opinions

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over came doctor, listening to the three talk for a moment before grunting. the held up a claw-gloved hand, the silver blades of the fingers shining in the sunlight as he looked at her through the blackened lenses of his mask. his crow would hop on his shoulder, knowing his signal and squawking. "hello!" it greeted for the plague doctor, and it watched as he slowly pulled off the glove to reveal a pale hand. the hand moved down to take his note pad and pen from his belt and write down, it is a requirement. hand them over or leave. and showed it to her. he didn't doubt that his appearance would be intimidating enough to make her hand them over, being as tall as he was, and the outfit he was in, he was quite terrifying. his silence didn't make it better.

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[Marine Beaufort]

[div style="width: 450px; margin: auto; text-align: justify"]Leona reluctantly said that it was nice to meet Marine and Michaelis, leaving out Roy, which honestly, kind of amused her. What didn't amuse her was being called "Beaufort" - now, she preferred to be called either by her first or last name, but when calling her the latter you had to include a "Ms.". The lack of the honorific made her eyes harden a tad. "Ms. Beaufort, if you please." It was difficult to keep all of her irritation from her voice, though she was successful in hiding some. "By all means, keep your wits, but you really must part with the gun."

[spoiler=Tags | Updated 11/13/17]General —
▪ Marine Beaufort | Goes by Marine or Ms. Beaufort
▪ Cis female | She/Her
▪ 18 years old | Ages real time
▪ Member of Northstar District | Loyal to herself

Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 90%
— [Note that certain aspects of her physical appearance are still being decided, hence vague language or lack of detail] Marine is a fairly tall young woman, with the lean, muscular body of someone who spent her entire life training while not getting enough to eat. The scars on her body (the most visible being one on her brow and several on her arms and hands) are souvenirs of a great many fights. The scars on her legs and torso are hidden by her clothes - typically she wears skinny jeans, a leather jacket, a tank top, combat boots, and fingerless gloves - all in edgy black. The monochrome is broken up, however, by a great deal of dirt, as well as different stains, most being blood, and by her red backpack. Marine is actually filthy everywhere, and her long dark hair is in tangles most of the time.
— minor injuries: A black bruise on her right eye
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Cannot read or write more than her name.
▪ First priority is her own survival, all else comes secondary. Will prioritize children heavily before adults, and may even distrust and dislike adults, possibly blaming those in their forties or later for the blackout.
▪ Heavily armed with a sniper rifle (no ammo, used for intimidation), a handgun (4 bullets), a compound bow (8 arrows), a swiss army knife, a few other knives and daggers that she's picked up over the years. Uses the bow most for hunting and is most proficient with that, though she is capable with all of her weapons.
▪ Opinions, motivations and thoughts are always 100% in character and do not reflect the roleplayer's opinions.

Personality —
— Marine is someone whose negative traits tend to shine much brighter than her positive traits. She is incredibly selfish, and is motivated by her survival first and foremost, and she'll do anything to preserve herself. Second to her own life comes that of children, who she sometimes looks at like younger siblings. She tends to distrust people older than herself (especially 40+), and can be quite cynical. She doesn't work well with other people, but is a tireless worker and will do whatever it takes to get whatever she needs or wants. [Personality is a WIP]

Relationships —
▪ NPC x NPC | Parents were killed when she was young
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic
▪ Single | Crushing on no one
▪ ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅙ ⅐ ⅛ ⅑ ⅒ Ship/Group/Squad
▪ Protective of those younger than her, distrustful of those older than her.

Interaction —
— Physically Hard | Mentally Hard | Will start and finish fights
— Lacks formal training
— Still fully capable both with and without weapons
— Guns are for intimidation, bow is for hunting, knives are for fighting
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=5772]Marine Beaufort[/member] & attack in bold, italic underline

Links —
▪ Biography
▪ Plotting Thread
▪ Heartchart
▪ Ask Thread
▪ Storage
▪ Roleplayer
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