H A Z E \\ RAID , OPEN .

[LUCERNE.]

    tw. mention of drug withdrawals

Lucerne wasn't sure how any of this worked. God, he shouldn't have even bothered offering to take on this task. This was far too demanding for a man whose body was aching tirelessly, body feeling cold yet breaking out in a sweat. He pinched his dress shirt, tugging it lightly as if that'd help control the persistent cold sweats, yet it was to no avail.

No, Lucerne was not nervous. Well... he was, but not enough to look like an absolute wreck. He sniffled, shoving his hand in his pocket to pull out a tissue before using it to dab around a runny nose, eyes low to the ground as everybody prepared to go through with the raid. This was vital if he was going to begin feeling better. Withdrawal was brutal, and this was only the beginning of it. He shifted uncomfortably, eyes puffy as he glanced at those willing to attend the raid before Lucerne finally spoke up, ❝ There is a medical center just over there. Allegedly nobody stays there, but if you do bump into anybody... Please, for the love of God, try not killing them. ❞

Sure, perhaps Lucerne thought very negatively of Badlanders in general, but he had to bear in mind that he too was a Badlander. Although perhaps more cowardly than the rest of them, he still associated himself with killers and crooks alike. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a swirl of nausea rose in his throat. He'd chosen to withhold information about this medical center, about the fact that it was in fact, a rehabilitation center. How fitting, it seemed. But, nobody had to know that, nor did anybody need to know why Lucerne was so under the weather, barely willing himself to walk forwards. If anybody were to ask, Lucerne had the flu. ❝ If you find any medication here, take it. Take it all. ❞ He announced before beginning to trudge towards the front doors, trying to open it.

But, alas, it was locked. He sucked in a sharp breath - dammit, it always seemed as if there were endless hurdles on his road to recovery, and he never quite liked his feet leaving the ground. Turning to walk a couple of steps away, he gestured towards the door. ❝ I need somebody to open it for me. ❞ He grumbled, already disheartened and feeling as if he may as well give up.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 08/13]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic 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
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ 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 // playlist // pinterest
⫸ 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

[/spoiler]

[CATALYST]

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It had been a little while since their last raid, let alone a raid on a hospital. It'd be good, they thought, good on Salem for making it a task and good on Lucerne for doing it. They'd trailed along, not wanting to miss out on the action but not really wanting to do much if they didn't have to and... goddamnit, the door was locked. Rolling their eyes, Cat pushed to the front, drawing their gun and smashing the lock with the butt of it. They gave Lucerne a look, a silent you're welcome.

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]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
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot

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 biological 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
[/spoiler]

[ADDY.]

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— not long into this raid and addy was already learning lucerne was fucking useless already. needed help opening a goddamn door… the redhead huffed a breath of disbelief at how disheartened lucerne was, muttering a quiet, “for fuck’s sake, lu.” it wasn’t long before catalyst stepped forward and busted the lock for the man. during that time, though, addy couldn’t help but glance over lucerne. he looked miserable. a fucking mess. and it felt like only the two of them knew that it wasn’t just any cold that had the man this way. it felt like only they knew exactly why they had chosen a rehabilitation center of all places. his gaze softened the slightest bit and he turned his head.

lucerne was fucking useless. but he was trying.

once the door was opened, addy went inside the place and began scoping it out. “where do they keep the good shit?” he asked as he peeked through doors.

//ew this post y i k e s.

[capt. salem]

LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |

tw: Blood, assumed but not seen dead body

Little ole Lucerne was taking a stand, he was like a puppy finally growing into his teeth. Salem had been impressed Lucerne had decided to lead the raid; it gave him hope for the medic's future.

And then the raid happened and Lucerne was already needing help opening a fucking door. But honestly, he looked like shit so Salem would let it slide; what was it, he had the flu or something? Maybe Salem should've insisted that he take one of the easier tasks. Oh jesus, worry wasn't a good feeling.

Salem trotted inside after Addy, scoping through the rooms as he tried to locate the nearest area where the doctors would've kept the medicine. He'd never been to a rehabilitation center, but he had been to operational hospitals before and they couldn't be too dissimilar.

"Oh- fuck. Yeah, nobody lives here, definitely." Salem shouted back to them after he threw open a door to see walls and floor splattered in blood; it was clearly old, but it smelled awful and there were flies everywhere. He quickly shut the door, and pulled a piece of chalk out of his jacket to mark the door with an X.

"Nobody open doors marked with an X, there's nothing we want in any of them." Salem said, trailing back towards the group. He didn't really want anybody to go investigate to see if there was a body in there. "Anyways uh- if this is anything like a hospital, they won't be keeping drugs on display. Look for locked rooms, places hidden behind glass, that kinda stuff."

[justify]I feel the unbearable weight, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Officer of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all, romance is questioning]&[/abbr]
I sense the ripping of my shame, [abbr=Medium-Hard 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]
I hear the sigh of indifference [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Neck-length dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[LUCERNE.]

    Lucerne released a slow sigh. This raid had gotten off to an absolutely horrendous start; Lucerne was here to try get a job done, perhaps try prove his worth in the process, and yet he could barely raise aching arms enough to break down the door. Besides, he was lanky and fumbling, and definitely not strong. Not enough to get a locked door to open of course. He nodded his head in acknowledgement at Cat looked over to them, though didn't wish to thank them for the deed.

Instead, Lucerne waited for the others to walk in before he followed suit, rubbing the back of his neck and releasing a slow and shaking sigh. He didn't have the energy to deal with this, and yet he'd try regardless to find something to help him through this.

Naltrexone.

He needed to find that specifically. And so, whilst the others went one way, Lucerne slipped away in the other direction, scavenging around for any sign of supplies. He shoved other supplies in his bag upon finding them, but otherwise couldn't find what he was looking for. He sighed eventually, back slumping as he took a seat on a chair to take a short break, rubbing his palm across his chest with unease.

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 08/13]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic 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
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ 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 // playlist // pinterest
⫸ 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

[/spoiler]

[CATALYST]

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You know what? For once they weren't going to question Salem, they were just going to listen. They headed on inside, methodically making their way through the building, grabbing anything that they thought might be useful. Then they happened across a room not unlike the one that Salem had marked up. Grimacing they stepped back out into the hallway. Yep, they'd been right not to question him, but now they had to make sure no one else had to see the grizzly sight within.

Since they weren't a fucking weirdo, they didn't have any chalk on their person. They did, however, have a knife, so that was going to have to do. They carved an X into the door, and with that done and fresh shavings all over the floor, they headed on to the next door.

[spoiler=IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 09/02/19]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
⇥ 09/02/39 ⇥ Returned from vacation
⇥ 08/23/39 ⇥ Went on vacation with Gavril
⇥ 08/21/39 ⇥ Oversaw their parents' vow renewal
⇥ 08/16/39 ⇥ Witnessed their boyfriend get shot

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 biological 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
[/spoiler]

[ADDY.]

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— addy didn’t know shit about what exactly they’d need from this place. all he did truly know was that salem was going through marking doors he’d already gone through, catalyst doing the same - and that, when he turned his gaze over his shoulder to ask the “boss” of this raid if there was anything he specifically wanted, lucerne wasn’t there. he slowed to a stop, glancing around as if that would help the situation. next, he did the only thing that he supposed lucerne would’ve done --

gone in the opposite fucking direction everyone else went.

why was he not even surprised when he found lucerne, doing just that? he almost opened his mouth to make some remarks about how anti-people the man was. however, looking at him slumped in a chair, rubbing his palm across his chest… it made the redhead uneasy.

“you look like shit.” well, the redhead had never prided himself on being kind when noticing something was up. thing was that he did know what was up - and he was worried. worry wasn’t an emotion that addy wore well. he paused, as if mulling over the words, before he said, “take it easy, alright? don’t drop dead on me, bastard.” the words weren’t completely kind, but the gentle adoration showed in his eyes.