『 end of the earth ┊open, joining. 』

[shizuknya]

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it wasn't long before he was talking to himself- well, rather, he was having an imaginary conversation with his knocked out, snoring cat. ❝ i can't believe it. i had to walk all the way here, all on my own, with no one to carry me. ❞ he scoffed loudly and shook his head. he rested his elbow on his knee and set his chin in the palm of his hand. amaryllis's eyebrows knit closely together in annoyance and his nose scrunches. rylie turns his attention back on his cat, whose tail twitches from side to side, as if she had responded. ❝ i know! it's ridiculous! i'm not walking anywhere anymore, you're right. yeah, yeah. they're going to carry me everywhere, or i can't keep up. ❞

[CREED]

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creed walked along with her companion in her arms as well. except, instead of a sleeping and peaceful cat, it was an energetic puppy trying to get free of her grip. "you can't just go running off like that, dog. what if i lost you?" she didn't expect to be this attached to the clumsy puppy she had found only a few weeks ago, but damn it, he was able to squeeze his way into her heart. "fine." she finally gave into the excessive whimpering and set dog back down onto the ground, only for him to book it around the as fast as he could.

cussing under her breath, she walked after him, turning the corner to find him barking at a small boy on the ground. without saying a word, she walking over, scooping dog back into her arms.  "we just went over this." she mumbled to him. finally, she directed her attention to the individual sitting on the ground. "name and business." where was this kid's parents?

[shizuknya]

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he was cut off abruptly by the dog’s barking. his eyes grew wide when he saw cecile had woken up and was now crawling at his arms to get out of his lap and behind him to hiss from a safe distance. rylie was once again frowning, finding himself in a pissed mood once more, and started to wave his arm at the dog wildly to shoo him off. when the owner, a taller woman, approached to pick up the loose canine he completely ignored her request for the moment so he could go off on her, ❝ what the hell? watch your dog! ❞

rylie quickly got up into a standing position and turned so he could pick cecile back up and cradle her again in his arms. he craned his neck to look up at creed again, occasionally glaring at dog and huffing. ❝ i’m amaryllis, i just am looking for a place to stay. my legs hurt, ❞ he finally answers her, sticking a leg out and weakly waving his foot at the last part.

[CATALYST]

//tw for mentions of injuries

It seemed like people bonded with animals easily, but Cat had never been able to accomplish this. Was it because they just weren't an animal person, or because they never really tried? Or was there some other reason they had never known the bond that others chased after so much? Eh, it's not like they really cared. They had never desired an animal companion, so they weren't jealous of those that had them. They might wonder why they liked them so much, but to each their own.

Catalyst can't remember the last time they weren't in any sort of pain. It had to have been before Michael stabbed him, but fortunately the injuries they'd been collecting since then were healing and the pain wasn't as intense as it was when the wounds were fresh. It still hurt, but at least now it was more bearable and they could take the bandages off most of the injuries.

Even when they were in the worst of it, it could be hard to tell that they were hurting if you didn't know. Cat knew all too well how to conceal their inner feelings, how to keep their face a blank, unreadable mask. But their face isn't a mask today, no. One of their brows lifts a little as they walk over and take in Creed and her barking dog and a stranger with a hissing cat. Tea. "Oh, your legs hurt. Creed, rush back to camp and get the gurney. He can't possibly walk." Okay, after muscling through as much pain as they had been recently, they had little sympathy. "Unless you're actually bleeding out or something. In that case, Creed, ignore the sarcasm."

Cat crossed their arms, kind of wishing that they were sitting down. More out of laziness than soreness, though. "But real talk, this is the Badlands. You can stay here if you want, but you might wanna keep the bitching to a minimum, kid."

//do you ever feel like a char is. ic but also ooc at the same time

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/05/19]GENERAL  welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS  done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand

APPEARANCE  dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY  if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS  dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION  i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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