MY SOUL'S A SORRY STATE // VISITOR

[MARAUDER]

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You'd think that after passing an emotional maturity milestone like adopting his kid, he'd do better things with his restlessness and uncertainty. Something productive, at least, or maybe even as simple as taking up a hobby to keep his hands busy, but instead, he left. Perseus wasn't alone, fuck no; he'd asked Win, painfully, to keep him safe while he was gone, and while there were many things he didn't trust the man with, he could trust him with Perc. Mostly. More than he could anyone else, which was as good as it was going to get. Still, he shouldn't need him to babysit at all. If he were going about this properly, he'd be back with Perc, reading him a story with Mercutio curled up between them, instead of traipsing off the territory to get some alone time he didn't need. Or shouldn't want. Right now, he couldn't distinguish between the two, and he didn't care to try unraveling all the shit swirling around in his head. He would, later, before he went back, because Perc deserved that much. He deserved more than that, actually- he deserved an actual family, with stable people who didn't fuck off whenever they couldn't properly approach an issue with themselves. Marauder put that kid through too many rollercoasters with more lows than highs, more than any kid should have, and sometimes he considered himself little better than the original people who left him on that street with the misconception that they would come back for him.

He would go back, though. Nothing would keep him from that. For today, though, he kept on going forward, one foot set after the other onto dirt that eventually gave way to cracked streets. He had a pretty damn good inkling of where he was, because while he'd never traded with them personally, he was aware of it. Marauder did his best to keep tabs on things, if only so he wouldn't be knocked completetely on his ass if something unexpected happened. Having someone who depended almost entirely on him was more than enough of a reason to spur his alertness into overdrive. "You guys the ones who ordered the three pizzas with anchovies? I dumped that disgusting shit into a river- you're welcome. I expect a generous tip."
[spoiler=GOING AGAINST THE REAPER (INFO; 9/12)][size=8pt]GENERAL
-Marauder | Real name: Francis Maddox (never revealed) | 24 years old | Flintlock Lodge
-Pansexual | Single; is not interested in mingling | ½ Mars (famtp w/ Perseus)

PHYSICALITY
-Hair is styled like this and dyed black; originally ginger | Faint freckles line his cheekbones
-Very broad-shouldered and well-built | Heavily scarred; lashes on back are most prominent
-deep blue eyes | Wears a worn leather jacket that has been mended several times
-May switch leather out for a red hoodie | Wears a red, black, and white friendship bracelet
-Strapped with a variety of knives (Karambit, BW-ACK, M-9 Bayonet[one on each leg])
-Equipped with dual Desert Eagle Mark XIXs (secured via chest holsters; 17 bullets total)
-Stands at around 6'1 | Will use his height to his advantage if possible for intimidation

PERSONALITY
-Will do anything for Perseus; is generally a pushover and incredibly gentle with him
-Kind of a dick ("kind of") | Has an aggressive temperament and a hair-trigger temper
-Viciously loyal to those he cares for | Typically difficult to befriend due to standoffishness
-Highly self-loathing and prone to self-sabotage | Experiences every emotion very deeply
-Dealing with possible abandonment issues | Always toeing the line between right and wrong

[kaden]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width:500px;font-size:9.3pt; line-height:15px;"]Kaden was a kid, or at least that's what society deemed him as. Even though the teen would become easily enraged when someone mentioned being thirteen was still considered a child. By law he was not a child, a teen. Even though most would tell him technically he was still a child. Listing all the things he couldn't do that adults were able to. Those who said such things were met with his small weak fists attacking them. Of course it didn't hurt whoever was being hit by Kaden, however the teen was met with a swift beat down every once and awhile. Not like it mattered to the kid. Some might say it was from the lack of any parental figures in his life. Oh well. It's not his fault he was kidnapped at a young age.

He had heard Pizza's and turned. Some random guy was shouting about toppings and throwing them in the river. The hell? Give em to the damn cats around here or something. "Would've been better to give em' to the fucking cats." Terrible manners, but what did you expect. Teens and children were exposed to vulgar language these days, so it wasn't out of the question for him to be cursing. Being raised with thieves did that to you.

[J. HOLLOWAY]

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Dedication like that was hard to come by these, he thinks. To feel bad for leaving someone behind even when they were perfectly safe. He didn't see much like that, except from people like Bruce and Dick. (The more he thinks about them, the more it hurts, so he stops thinking about them.) They were the good ones, and it makes him bitter sometimes. Jason isn't particularly awful, but he's not someone who gets married and has kids and settles down like a fairy tale. He's a wildfire in a sleeping forest, a tornado kicking up dust. People who stick with him end up getting hurt, so he does his best to only stick with people who are already a little bit shattered. People who can hurt him just as badly. That doesn't get him anywhere, but he doesn't mind. No kids, nobody to kiss, nobody to miss. That's alright. It means that he has some room to do reckless things without others hounding on him. He's coming to this situation with bruises and a broken grin, but hell, he's feeling pretty fucking good.

There's almost a skip in his step, pausing occasionally to kick a rock out of the way. His mood's been difficult to drag down for long lately, though he can't say why. His thoughts are heavy, but his heart's light with the knowledge of what's coming. Just a few more weeks. Not many people understand the sort of wild joy that comes with the promise of revenge, but Jason's always been good at pointing out kindred spirits. Marauder had been one of them, way back when he first met the man in Flintlock. The familiarity of the voice has him curious long before he gets close enough to make the connection, and by the time he gets there, the young man's face has been brightened by one of those blinding grins that seem more teasing than genuine. "At least the anchovies are back home." He's pretty sure they actually live in the oceans, but who the hell knows in a world like this? "Long time no see, grumpy smurf. Get tired of the cold?"

[align=center][div style="width: 507px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"][spoiler=YOU GOT HELL TO PAY, BUT YOU ALREADY SOLD YOUR SOUL / INFORMATION, 9/15]‣ Jason Matthias Holloway / Introduced as "Arkham" outside of ND / Cis Male / He / Him
‣ 20 Years Old / Born July 7 / NPC x NPC; Both Deceased / Older Brother: Bruce Holloway
‣ Biromantic Bisexual / 68% Monogamous / Single? / Formerly ½ Jaytim  &  ⅓ Daredona
‣ Member (The Crew): Northstar District / Will wander at times on his own personal missions.

‣ 6'1 & 170-210 lbs. & HEALTH: 90% | Muscular, solid build, stocky and incredibly imposing.
‣ Messy emo hair; charcoal black and usually kind of messy. Typical Style & Messy Style Ref.
‣ Cold gray eyes. | Expresses a lot while saying nothing. Lots of smug smirking and grinning.
‣ Warm, moderately tanned skin. Some light freckles on shoulders from exposure to the sun.

‣ Confused hot mess. | Lots of issues that he hides with intense sarcasm. Be careful with him.
‣ Adaptable and weirdly charming, able to convince people of a lot with just a smile or a threat.
‣ Hardworking and focused, but also incredibly snarky and emotionally distant. Plays favorites.
‣ Has a terrible temper & doesn't balk from doing some immoral things, but sticks to his code.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but mostly just because he doesn't give a damn about his own life.

‣ Strength: 8 / Perception: 6 / Endurance: 7 / Charisma: 7 / Intelligence: 8 / Agility: 6 / Luck: 1
‣ 90/100 Physical Defense; 40/100 Psychological Defense; 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed, as long as they cause physical discomfort at most.

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 8pt;"]riley, surprisingly, loved anchovies. especially on pizza. he also liked hawaiian style pizza, and meat lovers. a soft noise would escape the male as he moved over, hoisting his umbrella onto his shoulder like a baseball bat. "ah, damn. i like anchovies." the blind man would rasp, fixing his glasses. "a shame to let them go to waste." he looked to arkham, quickly realising that the man knew this guy. "a boyfriend of yours, arkham?" he would tease, smirking.
[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

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[MARAUDER]

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"You think cats have shitty taste? Damn, for all I know you're wanting to decrease the population. Kids these days." It wasn't like Marauder was shocked by profanity from a kid- he'd been saying worse at that age, rattling off just about every word he knew and inventing a few more when those weren't enough. He didn't put too much stock into keeping children from cursing, although he wasn't sure what he'd do if he ever heard Perc drop a fuck or a shit, not because he thought it might anger him, but because the kid was so sweet and gentle-natured that hearing something considered harsh falling from his mouth might take Marauder by surprise. He knew Perc wasn't completely innocent, especially after the kidnapping incident, but he was...still soft, in the end, and Marauder couldn't picture him saying anything like that. Maybe that wasn't fair, putting him in a box like that- if he wanted to say ass and bitch he could; he just didn't think his heart could handle it, even if it seemed more expected that he would utter those vulgarities considering how frequently he heard them from Marauder's lips. "Got something you want to ask me?" He'd thought it was so ingrained into people that they'd always ask that damn question, but apparently they hadn't indoctrinated this kid yet.

He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest and ignoring the ache there, already missing dark brown eyes and a dimpled smile. He was getting shit at leaving, wasn't he? At one point in time, it would've been easy, painless, because he didn't have anyone to leave behind then, no one to long for when he was away. But his world had expanded since then, and he couldn't even say that it was a bubble extending only to Percy- there were a few other people who, while not around anymore, he'd had a connection with. He remembered Bruce's brother, the one who was willing to do what he wouldn't. Automatically, that had gained Marauder's respect, but they were...familiar, in a way. Talking to him hadn't been like pulling teeth because they understood each other, although he didn't know where he was now. Far away from Win, probably; he couldn't blame him for that, honestly, even if it meant their relationship was strained. That wasn't- "Jason?" Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Marauder blinked, clearly startled, before a rare, small grin tilted his mouth. "Hey, you're not dead!" The smile became a frown just as quickly, eyes narrowing. "Still an ass. Guess it really is you, and...yeah, you could say that."

Damn. Win didn't know he was here, did he? Marauder wouldn't rat on him- he knew better than that. Whatever was between them wasn't any of his business, and anything involving Win was guaranteed to have Marauder turning in the other direction. He didn't have more time to consider that, or ask Jason more questions, because there was man wielding an umbrella and afflicted by the fucked up taste for anchovies. "You need to do some re-evaluating of your life." Of course, that wasn't something to piss him off- it was the next comment that had his hackles truly raising, frown severe. "What the fuck? I'm not that insane."
[spoiler=GOING AGAINST THE REAPER (INFO; 9/12)][size=8pt]GENERAL
-Marauder | Real name: Francis Maddox (never revealed) | 24 years old | Flintlock Lodge
-Pansexual | Single; is not interested in mingling | ½ Mars (famtp w/ Perseus)

PHYSICALITY
-Hair is styled like this and dyed black; originally ginger | Faint freckles line his cheekbones
-Very broad-shouldered and well-built | Heavily scarred; lashes on back are most prominent
-deep blue eyes | Wears a worn leather jacket that has been mended several times
-May switch leather out for a red hoodie | Wears a red, black, and white friendship bracelet
-Strapped with a variety of knives (Karambit, BW-ACK, M-9 Bayonet[one on each leg])
-Equipped with dual Desert Eagle Mark XIXs (secured via chest holsters; 17 bullets total)
-Stands at around 6'1 | Will use his height to his advantage if possible for intimidation

PERSONALITY
-Will do anything for Perseus; is generally a pushover and incredibly gentle with him
-Kind of a dick ("kind of") | Has an aggressive temperament and a hair-trigger temper
-Viciously loyal to those he cares for | Typically difficult to befriend due to standoffishness
-Highly self-loathing and prone to self-sabotage | Experiences every emotion very deeply
-Dealing with possible abandonment issues | Always toeing the line between right and wrong