IT'S A GOD DAMN SHAME & MEETING [09/11]

[Shadow]

[align=center]

[sub]oh, boy. it seemed as if he had joined at the worst possible time. they were attacked by another group, and no one seemed to be in a non-pissy mood. but what was unfamiliar about that? just about everyone benji had ever known since the power went out had been an asshole, putting others down and beating others up just for the sake of making someone else's life terrible. so the brunet decided to hang out near the back of the group that gathered, watching with an unbelievably bored expression and trying to stay out of the way. mentally, he made a note to go check out the barn later. he'd never seen a horse up close before, and though he disliked most animals, he wanted to see what they were all about. and who knew, maybe he would find a horse there that he liked? though he doubted that, he was definitely going to go to the barn later that day.
[/sub]

[div style="width:400px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:center;font-size:9pt;font-family:times new roman;color:#5C3317;"][i]THE POETS ARE JUST KIDS WHO DIDN'T MAKE IT

[kaden]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px;"]A meeting? Well at least it wasn't Advay fucking harassing them. Anyhow he wasn't really invested in the meeting at all, seeing as though he was only thirteen and he was spoiled. Besides that Kaden had just joined not too recently, so he really had no clue what the hell was going on. The badlands? What are they the villains? Like the Big Bad Wolf? Honestly he wasn't paying attention nor did he care, watching from afar uninterested. There was better things to do than this. Although at the mention of horse his demeanor changed. He'll be getting his own stead? Now that was something he could do.

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 12pt;"]"razor wire won't do more than cut them up." he offered, humming softly. "if you wasn't some real traps, i do think i have some inventions we could use." riley, being a scientist, obviously had some dangerous inventions that would be useful for keeping strangers out. the blind man would lick his lips silently and raise a hand to scratch his cheeks. "though, they would be a safety hazard."
[spoiler=KINDA HARD TO WATCH THIS LIFE GO BY  |  tags]NAME & NICKNAMES: riley jamison florra  |  riles
— PREVIOUS NAMES & NICKNAMES: no previous names
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 24 Years Old, born 01/19/13 in chicago.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender, he/him

CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: member of the northstar district
— PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: n/a

SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: panromantic pansexual; assumed single
— POSSIBLE CRUSHES: n/a
PARENTS & GENERATION: NPC x NPC. Generation Z.
— [i]SIBLINGS & HALF-SIBLINGS: no siblings
FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: he's lonely

LENGTH & WEIGHT: 6'3" & 130lbs. | riley, being as tall as he is, is underweight. if he were to take off his clothes, you'd be able to see bones and such, but they wouldn't be poking out of him. it's not that he doesn't eat, he just has an extremely fast metabolism, and when he does eat, he hardly eats more than he absolutely has to.
— CLOTHES: riley's clothing often hands off his body, but it's not often you find clothes in this day and age. he wears a light blue long sleeved shirt and a scientists jacket he received from his father at the age of 5. he wears brown dress pants and black shows, and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes. he often carries around an umbrella, which helps him figure out were hills and corners are and such.

EYES AND APPEARANCE: riley is blind. you wouldn't know unless he took off his sunglasses, since he functions so well. he's lived his entire life without his sight, and while he'd love to see the world, he'd rather stay blind. if you are one of the few people who get to see his eyes, you would discover that they're an odd, milky blue, and are often narrowed in concentration. he navigated by touching the walls as he walks or in certain situations, he will throw pebbles in the direction he's going as a type of echolocation. moving on from eyes, riley is fairly pale, as he doesn't really tan, and spends a lot of time indoors. his hair is a big mass of brunette tangles that your hand could possibly get lost in if you weren't careful. as mentioned before, he's very skinny and incredibly tall, which applies for his face to. he has cheeks that cave in slightly, and a narrow jaw, but high and sharp cheekbones. a common comparison for him is an elf.

EQUIPMENT: keeps a knife in his back pocket, and his umbrella is often believed to be a weapon of some sorts (hidden blade in the handle)

PERSONALITY: riley is a completely uncaring husk of a human being. long story short, he's an asshole. to the few he cares for, he treats them much harsher than anyone else. he will say that they are expendable and easily replaced, when, in reality, he'd be lost without them. he drinks quite a bit to forget all of the mistakes he's made, and hates admitting when he's wrong. he had a very hard time getting along with others, and often spends his time just feeling things. despite his blindness, he loves to "draw", and by draw, i mean scribble on papers. "drawing" often calms his short temper.
— STRENGTHS: navigating through the world, listening for danger, describing noises, sassing someone
— weaknesses: opening up to people and sharing his feelings, making friends, explaining things, being nice in general, admitting his wrong, admitting when he needs help, actually fighting

INTERACTION: he's incredibly easy to fight due to his blindness, but incredibly difficult to trick. just because he's blind and can't see doesn't mean he can't hear or smell well. if you can actually manage to grab him long enough to fight him, then go ahead, but riley is a very tricky boy, and has been training to run from danger his entire life. if you do attack in, attack in BOLD POWDER BLUE

---

if i am needed, [b]send me the link to the thread by pming it to me on my main account, dannychan, as that is the first thing i check.

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center]

Wolfbite silently counted the heads he saw, glancing across their faces to see their reactions to his announcements, before his dark chestnut gaze settled onto Riley. He constantly wore sunglasses, no matter the time of day which was... Odd. Did he have something wrong with his eyes? Possibly. His eyebrow quirked at his statement, leaning forward a little more so he set his elbows on to the railing. Razor wire was a dangerous piece of equipment; capable of cutting into arteries which would lead to either immediate death or a slow, painful one. "Razor wire is effective. I will not waste any resources on your traps if they fail." he replied, eyes narrowing as he commented on it being a safety hazard. Exact reason why he refused to allow someone to make traps that could endanger the people within Northstar. "So, razor wire. Any volunteers for setting up the wire on to the fences?"

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family:; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=I TRIED TO WRITE YOUR NAME IN THE RAIN / INFORMATION; UPDATED 09/12/2017]
GENERAL INFORMATION | I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE
‣ Demyan Volkov / Usually Introduced as "Wolfbite" / Cisgender Male / He/Him
  — IF YOU'RE ASSUMING YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED WOLF'S NAME OOCLY, PLEASE USE WOLFBITE.
  — Demyan is a personal name that he only really allows immediate family or close friends to use; Cecil. .
‣ 27 Years Old / March 1st / Kazimir x Nikky; Alive
‣ Demiromantic Gray-Asexual / 100% Monogamous / Very Possessive / Single.
‣ Overseer of Northstar District / Leader
‣ Main Character Tropes:
---

APPEARANCE | YOU ASK ME WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ 6'6 & 193-235 lbs. | Muscular, toned. He's broad-shouldered and significantly athletic, little to no body fat anywhere on him.
‣ Silky, sandy beige hair that's messy, like major bedhead. It's shorter at the sides, but lingering on the top.
‣ Dark, chocolate brown eyes.
‣ A pale ivory, though a layer of darker skin blankets the fairness, causing small freckles—barley noticeable— to speckle in various places.
‣ Heavily scarred on his torso. Some can be seen on his face; he has a scar on his right cheek and a lengthy one running down his left eye.
‣ Wears casual clothes. Sweat pants, or jeans with a t-shirt.
‣ Wears a black necklace with blue crystals on the end.

INJURIES & HEALTH | I'LL TELL THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT
‣ Heavily bruised; a gunshot wound to his right shoulder, as well as a fresh cut on his cheek. In pain, and incredibly tired.

PERSONALITY | WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT
‣ Anti-Hero, Emotion Suppression, Undying Loyalty, Beneath the Mask.
‣ Stoic, calculating, blunt.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with kids or teenagers who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Somewhat playful with people he is comfortable with; will smile, seldom laugh.
‣ Methodical, firm, confident. Calculative and holds himself to a high regard.
‣ Surprisingly gentle with children.
‣ Very asocial, not the most approachable person. He won't hold a conversation well.

COMBAT | TELL ME SOMETHING I FORGET
‣ Strength: 9 / Perception: 10 / Endurance: 10 / Charisma: 3 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 2
‣ Strength, endurance, and agility are the result of training. Perception due to hypervigilance.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill, with an opponent of the same size + life/combat experience.
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense / 80/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Razor wire...they did have plenty of that; at least there was plenty left over from back when it was basically just the cosco. "I will," the older male murmured, wanting to add on the offer to do an entire segment of his own. He didn't want to work with people. People were idiots. He didn't feel like putting up with idiots. He sighed and reached up to rub his forehead, deciding to say nothing, and to perhaps invest in some earplugs somewhere around here. That way if they talked to him he didn't have to listen or even acknowledge their stupidity. It was getting to the point where he wanted to go back to being the wallflower; the one who sat in the corner, the one who nobody paid any attention to.

[roy v.]

[align=center]

ROY AVON VANTAS —

roy was really too fucking depressed to listen to this shit, but these meetings were mandatory. the teenager stood still with his arms crossed across his chest and his legs slightly apart. before looking up to listen to wolfbite, he scanned the crowd for those he recognized; faces looked the same and no one really stood apart. except, he recognized a dark kid with a jumbling mess of curls and an outfit that reminded him of a school uniform. angus, he remembered. he watched the boy carefully until wolfbite started to speak, and he tilted his head up to look at the overseer.

he heard of the raid that the badlanders had done, taking the northstar's supplies along with them and leaving some members wounded. no one seemed to know what they looked like, though; that's what he wanted to know. maybe he could ask wolfbite or someone else who had been there when they had raided. then there was the guarding and titles, but that didn't mean much to him.

"lastly, the barn has been finished."

now, that caught roy's attention. they had a barn? with horses? no fucking way. he gaped up at wolfbite, eyes wide with his surprise. it had been so long since he'd seen a real live horse. he used to have one, for fucks sake, back in harthwaire. roy would have taken bratt with him, if horses weren't so hard to take care of. and besides, he might have been driven to actually— no, he wasn't going to think about that. that would never happen.

he missed being able to lay down in the town barn with dave and just talk. sometimes he'd go there if he was too angry to think, and do some work like clean the horses. he'd have to check out the barn in the district when no one was there, just to see what it was like.
[spoiler= ･ﾟ★ ☾ PITY THE PARIAH 9/10][b]GENERAL
★ roy avon vantas | asshole
★ male | he/him | amab
★ nineteen yrs old | created 8/20 | cancer
★ trainee of the northstar district

[b]MISC INFO
★ probably gives the nicest hugs smh
★ definitely touch-starved; he is a sucker for soft touches from those he trusts

[b]APPEARANCE
★ [b]physical health: 100% | mental health: 90%
★ whole description here
★ current injuries: none

PERSONALITY — EXHAUSTED EYE BAGS. | A. | B. | C.
★ [b]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.
★ independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure, (very) loud
★ what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS — THE INSOMNIAC. | JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
★ demiromantic bisexual | love is kinda an iffy thing for me; he cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind
★ single pringle, not interested | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother | generation 2
★ trusts: ??

[b]INTERACTION
★ medium, but tricky fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in bold underline
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed | violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]

[WOLF BITE]

[align=center][div style="background: transparent;color: black; width:500px; text-align:justify; padding:1px; font-size: 9pt; line-height:1.3;"]Fucking Badlands. Anger wasn't something he was prone to feeling- especially to this very degree. It was foreign to his body to feel this prickling under his skin, the fading of his senses as the only thing he truly wanted was seeing one specific person's head on a spike. Charlie. He had a reminder of the bastard on his shoulder. A god damn hole that he had bandaged up in some gauze wrap. It hurt like a bitch to disinfect, but if it kept him alive then so be it. He had to keep Cecil safe, and no one could do a better job than he could at protecting him. But... It was his fault that he was captured in the first place. His own fault that the sickly man was injured. "Attention Northerners," Called the overseer, leaning against the railing of the balcony he stood on when he announced these meetings. The apartment complex was a place everyone gathered in, mingling with eachother, in sight where Wolfbite could observe them. "As some of you may know, we have been raided by the Badlands. From this moment on, they will be our enemies. Do not hesitate to kill if a Badlander trespasses, do I make myself clear?" His eyes swept over the many eyes staring at him, the faces looking up to him, fear in some of their expressions while he saw pure determination.

"Alright. Be cautious when you see a stranger at the borders, resume the normal protocol, but be wary. Be safe, all of you." he bellowed, though his voice seemed to soften toward the end. He cared about the people who joined the District, even if he hardly knew any of them, he would gladly take a bullet for them. And he already has. "I'll be implementing a guarding schedule to ensure you all are safe. Razor wire and anything else to deter anyone from hopping over that fence will be added. Those doors will only open to Northstar members or anyone willing to join." Clenching his eyes shut, he winced softly at the shooting pain from his shoulder, gripping the rail until his knuckles became white as he waited for it to pass. It was a few moments before he could continue, inhaling a shaking breath and opening his eyes again. "I'm going to be bumping the Trade and Defense Managers, and Nurses to simple titles. You won't have any distinct powers, but you'll be able to help the respective superiors to these titles: The Master of Stocks, the Master of Arms, and Doctors. Also, I would like to give a warm welcome to our newcomers. Make sure they feel at home, help them if they need it, listen to them if they need someone to talk to."

Taking another breath, he could feel his arm becoming numb again, signaling him that he was putting too much strain on his body. He would simply ignore it, flexing his fingers to dissipate the feeling of needles pricking them. "Lastly, the barn has been finished. Anyone wishing to take on a horse and training it, feel free to visit the barn and I'll teach you how to break your horse. If there are any questions or concerns, meet me in my apartment."

[ summary:
- Badlands are now enemies; kill on sight
- Be cautious of people on the borders, wishing to join
- Guarding schedule will be set up, borders will be specified in the guide!
- Trade & Defense Managers + Nurses are now titles
- Welcome newbies!! Eskie, Dannychan, Sunny, Griffin, Shadow, Maestro, Nessy, and Rue!
- The barn is finished!! If you want a horse, you will be directed here to receive an assigned horse ]

[Advay.]

[align=center]

[size=8pt][font=timesnewroman][color=#877361]
Advay wasn't at the forefront of everything any longer, not the usual walking up and leaning against a shelf or the wall. No, he'd take nto standing just far enough away to still be able to hear Wolfbite. He didn't want to go near anyone here anymore. It was fine for a while, but everything just felt sickening to him. He'd much rather recluse back into his apartment and hide among the shelves doing his actual job, where people wouldn't yell at him and ignore him despite him trying to do things. Like assert their borders so things like that raid wouldn't go so unnoticed. He sighed, staring down at his three dogs and reaching down to gently run his fingers along each of their ears. At least these three understood him. When the meeting was over, he straightened up, turned, and left, having nothing to say and wanting to say nothing. He'd rather go out scavenging. Alone.

[bxhemia]

･ﾟ✧  though angus had only been here a few days, he already knew that the people here ran things way differently than what he'd been accustomed to in the towns where he grew up. For the most part, neverwinter and rockport had remained the same after the blackout even before he'd been born. the only difference was that the buildings became fortified, homes became sanctuaries and cellars were turned into something like bomb shelters. for the rich city of neverwinter, life became a little more difficult, the citizens could no longer rely on their money to get them anywhere. valuables had been traded for amenities like solar panels and wagons, paper money had been used as fire-starters, and coins melted down to create makeshift weapons. rockport hadn't really changed that much, it was an industrial city that relied more on the nearby coal mines for fuel than it did electricity, and most of it's buildings were already made of fortified metal plating. the big difference between them and northstar, was that neverwinter and rockport had remained - for the most part - as close to regular towns as they could.

what angus gathered from northstar was that they'd adopted a sort of pack mentality - the kind that worked well when survival was your number one priority. it was different to the sheltered life angus had lived, but he found himself liking it more and more with each passing moment. this would be his first meeting, and quite possibly the strongest example of the pack mentality that angus had seen yet. the boy would stand near the back of the crowd, caramel eyes observing the meeting with quiet interest. the notice about the badlanders didn't particularly apply to him - angus was much too young to even think about killing anything, let alone a person - though he did feel a small pang of apprehension in his stomach. the rest of the meeting passed without too much response from the eight year old, titles that he knew nothing about and defense schemes that he wouldn't be much use in helping with. the announcement regarding the horses was perhaps the only thing that sparked an interest in the boy, and he made a mental note to visit the barn at some point before piping up with a small "noted, sir!"

[spoiler=tags :: updated 9/10]basics.
✯ angus mcdonald // ango
✯ afab transboy // he/him
✯ eight years old
✯ trainee of northstar district
✯ world's greatest detective

appearance.
✯ human boy [ref]
✯ cinnamon-brown skin tone and dark curly hair
✯ large caramel colored eyes and dark freckles
✯ wears a blue-toned school uniform with a red bow tie and a blue feathered fedora
✯ wears large circular glasses and carries around a bag of books and various fake magic tricks
✯ speaks with a slight lisp, uses fancy words

relationships.
✯ no current best friend
✯ raised by his grandfather
✯ first gen npc x npc
✯ biromantic // asexual
✯ single // no crushes

interaction.
✯ storage // plot
✯ easy physically // extreme mentally
✯ attack in #5A6F9A[/spoiler]

[SITRI—]

[align=center]

[table]