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Well, the past two weeks went by fairly quickly and quietly. More or less; the time had brought developments for Cat's own family, but for the rest of the group it had been more or less a sleepy time. "Time for a meeting." They called, heading into the casino, well aware that there was a trail of people already following them in.
//starting it early go me? or not bc this Sucks
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/27/19] 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
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
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
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ 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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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
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 everything had been fairly quiet. addy, deep down, didn't really mind it. he'd been able to sit around, smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol... just the normal mundane. which the redhead didn't really mind, if he were to be honest. his whole life had felt like a fast track, going quickly from one thing to another. it was nice to slow down, even if just a little bit. heading over to the casino, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the meeting to start.
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AND CHANCES ARE, THEY WON'T GO FAR | | |
Time felt like it'd been moving quickly, but at the same time it'd been going as quick as a three-legged dog running through quicksand. Did people have dogs anymore? Salem remembered them fondly from his youth, but he'd only seen feral dogs since the turn of society.
Salem had been sitting on his porch when Catalyst's parade of people suddenly rounded the corner, all heading seemingly towards the casino. Salem stood up, still nursing his drink and decided to follow along as Cat called out that it was meeting time. It seemed like an interesting use of his time, and he was buzzed enough to feel relaxed and loose.
Reaching the casino, he picked a seat at random and waited for the event to start.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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Louie had trailed into the casino after Cat, and Gavril with Mo, and Molly and Austin... Jesus Christ. He was used to the half orphaned runaway that had no family but for the man that took him in and his family. This was insane, far more to adjust to than he could have ever dreamed. He knew that Cat had a boyfriend and a baby, but their parents? One of which Cat had said was dead?
He was silent as he followed them all in, going to stand off to the side because no matter how kind their parents seemed and no matter how warmly Cat welcomed them into their home and family, he would never really be one of them.
//this is terrible but w/e
Lucerne enjoyed tranquility in the Badlands. Especially after everything that had happened in the past, he realized that he was quite simply not well suited to a life of chaos. Explosions, attacks and kidnappings were only a handful of events the medic had witnessed and although his demeanor never appeared to be anything short of indifferent to the events, he worried. He always worried. But, for now, he had little to concern himself about, he contemplated, as he followed Cat into the casino wordlessly, stood close to the wall as he often did, eyes sharply observing those in the room whilst he waited for the meeting to begin.
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⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic & officer 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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While people filed into the casino, Cat made their way over to the billiard table, hopping up onto it with ease, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back onto their hands. An alright crowd this week, though most of the crowd was of some relation to them. That was fucking weird.
"We got two new joiners this week. First was Salem, he's like some sort of ex captain. Of a seafaring vessel, I'm guessing, but I dunno what sort of captain he was." They were rambling, not wanting to announce to everyone that yet another member of their family had joined. They glanced over at the man himself; he had a smug look on his face. Well, they didn't know what to make of that, so they were just gonna move on.
They paused for a moment, eyes making their way over to their brother. He was chewing on his thumbnail by the wall. "The other one is Louie. If you see him with a drink in his hand, do me a favor and knock it out." They had already talked it over with him, decided that he was going to quit drinking. Based on his face and the dismayed "Scott!" though, it didn't seem it was appreciated. Tough shit.
"Some new group, Los Santos, invited us to some kind of field day event or whatever. There'll be games, and other groups. You can go on over, have fun, play nice with the others - though let's be honest, I won't give a shit if you're an ass to Silas - but go armed. We don't know them, and I'm not just gonna start trusting them easily." But hey, after so much inactivity and quiet, this might be good for them.
They were about to get on to the last announcement when there was some familiar dissatisfied whining. Gav shushed Mo, but she kept fussing, reaching one hand out towards Cat. "Pa." She said. Cat smiled for the briefest moment, a blink and you'll miss it sort of thing. "Bring her here." They said, and within moments she was in their arms, curling against their chest and calming immediately. They might never win any parenting awards, but they could at least get her to sleep pretty easily.
With Mo having drifted off, they looked up again. "Where was I? Right, promotions. Promotion. Addy, I'd like to ask you to step up as a Councilman. You can come trade the blue bandanna for a purple one. Just grab it - I got my hands full." They glanced down at Mo and saw that she had curled her fingers around the zipper of their jacket. "Oh, and can you grab the necklaces for Louie and Salem?"
OOC Summary + Announcements
 Welcome to Salem/Darky and Louie/some nerd y'all know by now
 Los Santos invited us to an event here
 Addy is promoted to Councilman
 We're having HP tryouts here
 This is real bad sorry y'all
[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/30/19] 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
⇥ 06/29/39 ⇥ Reunited with Louie
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the 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
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ 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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I HAD THIS FEELING THAT YOU'D BETRAY ME ——————
IF I GAVE TOO MUCH AND YOU TOOK TOO MUCH ——————
there's blood on the leaves / there's blood on the sands I ——————
FEEL HIS GRACE S L O W L Y RUNNING OUT ——————
GIVE ME TRUTH GIVE ME A WAY OUT (I GOT A BONE TO PICK) ——————
[align=center] SOMEBODY [I]SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORRORS YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT ——————
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 salem and louie. one an ex-captain, and the other someone who apparently had a drinking problem. you’d think the ex-pirate or whatever the fuck would be the one with the drinking problem, he silently added to himself. other than that, he liked to think he’d given them some kind of welcome. perhaps not the warmest of welcomes, but he’d still greeted them - which was a damn mile stone for the redhead it felt.
los santos were having a field day event- he could only picture how this could go. still, it seemed like it might do them some good to be out there messing about. see people from other groups, seeing if they were people he could somewhat-stand or simply not stand at all. probably more would fit in the latter category, but maybe the redhead could try and be optimistic for just once--
and then, after cat got all mushy about his damn cute kid, the announcement that he was getting promoted.. that was fuckin’ unexpected, but addy couldn’t even argue with it. he’d been working his ass off for that position. walking forward, he simply nodded his head, adding a short, “thanks.†and, hey, a ‘thanks’ from addy was fuckin’- it meant a lot, at least from him.
trading in the blue bandana, he grabbed the necklaces for louie and salem, glancing around for them and simply muttering, “welcome to the badlands.†might as well make them feel- as welcome as he could make them feel (which wasn’t much but, y’know).
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Salem twitched when his name was mentioned and smiled smugly on instinct. Oh right, he'd never mentioned he was a pirate. Well, they could tie up the loose ends themselves; he didn't need to parade his life story around, and he didn't need to hide it either. Well, except for his brother; nobody needed to know about him, because he was none of anybody's fucking business. Jeez, he needed to take a break on his drink, he was starting to get feisty.
What? Knock a drink out of a poor man's hand? Yeah, nope. Salem might not have anybody to care enough about his drinking habits, but well- yeah, he was maybe a bit of an alcoholic. It didn't matter much anyways, he'd be dead in a few years anyways because of totally valid one on one dueling reasons. Life spent sober was- it was boring, and painful. He would never understand how anybody could take it. So yeah, he wasn't gonna abide by Cat's standards for Louie's sobriety.
He perked up at the announcement of- some sort of party? He wasn't paying too much attention, but it sounded fun. Maybe he'd sober up and pay Los Santos a visit, it might be a good way to get out of his most recent funk.
Oh jeez, now Cat was being all sweet and parent-like with their child. Salem looked away and scoffed under his breath, waiting until the mushy stuff was over. He felt like his stance on children was completely understandable; he wouldn't physically hurt anybody under the age of sixteen, but he sure as shit wasn't going to be taking care of any brats. He had a baseline standard of living to keep, after all.
He looked back when Cat had started rambling again about promotions and stuff. Salem wasn't so sure about their system of government, but he saw no reason to care about it more than having a slight bitter taste about it. He held up one hand to take one of the necklaces from Addy, before looping it around his neck lazily.
"Thanks, and congratulations on- being a purple bandanna dude." Salem said, slurring his words a little bit. He'd finished his drink in the time it'd taken Catalyst to make their announcements, and had started on another. He was quickly realizing just how strong the moonshine around here was.
[justify]No, I don't care what momma says, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty ✴ He/Him or They/Them Pronouns ✴ 28yrs Old ✴ 6'3" ✴ Former pirate captain ✴ Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
You'll wind me up, [abbr=Medium Physically ✴ Hard Mentally ✴ Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver✴ Open to capture and maim if requested / discussed prior ✴ Not open for death ✴ Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
Or you'll wind up dead [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic ✴ Ear-length dull brown hair ✴ Bright green eyes ✴ Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing ✴ Five o'clock shadow 24/7 but can never grow a real beard ✴ Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
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