YOU HAVE GOTTA KEEP YOUR HEAD UP | open development + injury

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 8pt;"]/warning: this thread is meant to be the others figuring out riley is blind. riley will have been trying to kill a badlander npc when his sunglasses are knocked off and crush, riley receives a beat down, and the bad landet makes off with some stolen northstar stuff. do not read if you are sensitive to violence.

the rain had been beating down hard that day, soaking riley on his normal stroll and throwing off his navigation everytime he would click. no matter how good his hearing was, the rain fucked him up pretty badly.. but he could always hear voices- such as the one grumbling about how hard it was to get all this shit without anyone noticing, and how charlie ought to be helping him. sniffing softly, riley would clear his throat, standing with his umbrella on his shoulders. no, he hadn't been using it to block the rain, which seemed odd. "why, hello there." the young man would greet the thief.

"who the hell are you?" the thief snapped, and riley would hummed. "i believe.. i spoke first. who the fuck are you, and are you aware we were ordered to kill badlanders on sight? of course, i can't quite see, so i guess hearing works, right?" he didn't even wait for a response, swinging his umbrella as fast and hard as he could. the male cursed, and would catch the umbrella, only to feel it jerk. the manwatch as the end of the handle popped off, and out slid a blade. one of those old hidden weapons umbrellas. the man cursed, and moved to take out his gun, only for riley to grab the man and put the tip of the blade of his throat.

"try me, bitch." riley whispered, but he hadn't been expecting that the man would actually hit him. his head snapped to the side, and he felt his sunglasses fly off of his face. the man's fist would connect with his gut, knocking him back, before landing a kick to his best and knocking him to the ground. the thief was soon on top of him, landing blows to his face. he felt his nose snap, and blood started gushing from it, before he felt a tooth get knocked out of his mouth. riley let out an angered yell, grabbing the blade that he had dropped and thrashing violently, managing to flip them, and brought the blade over his head, bringing it down into the mans eye out of pure luck.

he kept stabbing the man until he stopped screaming, until he stopped struggling, and sat there on the mans hips, panting and staring up into the sky he couldn't see. he spat out some blood and laughed dryly. "not today motherfucker!" he yelled to the sky, promptly flipping it off and falling to his side, slowly turning to lay on his back next to the body to catch his breath, milky blue eyes staring into nothing.
[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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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.

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay ended up seeing the last portion of the situation from a distance, his entire body tense. Was this guy...fucking kidding. Part of Advay didn't want to send his dogs in there to take this bitch down, but the other half of him did. He took a deep breath, and whistled, pointing at Riley. His dogs perked to attention, still as stone as they waited for the command Advay would give them. "Circle," he said in a low tone, watching as his three massive dogs charged towards Riley, already splitting apart. One dog on every side, two behind, and Atlantis in front, baring their teeth threateningly.

Advay didn't know what happened, but he knew this was insane. He didn't want to go towards Riley, he didn't wnat to do shit. He nervously took a first step, before hurrying over to his three dogs, keeping a distance. "E-e-explain," he snapped, pulling his scarf up over his face as he stared at the horrid mess of a body. "Now." Advay didn't know Riley enough to have noticed that he was or wasn't blind, so the news in and of itself didn't surprise him as much as it would to someone who had already made an assumption.

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 8pt;"]riley would raise a hand to wipe blood from under his nose, growling softly. "the boss said to kill badlanders on sight, so i did." he snapped, moving to sit up once he could partially breath again. "you're fucking welcome."
[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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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.

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay's eyes narrowed slowly as he heard Riley's excuse. His tenseness lessened, his mind wheeling through all the thoughts that Moksha would mutter under his breath to try and make a decision. Be a leader, he would tell Advay. You're smart, you can do it.

Advay's green eyes narrowed and jerked his head towards the dead body, then held up a hand with four fingers held up. "How many fingers am I holding up," he said in a calm done, sure of his words. Sure of his line of reasoning; sure of Moksha's experience and his own experience in watching the big beast.

[WOLF BITE]

TRACK

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 8pt;"]riley would make an aggravated noise and sigh, holding his nose now. "really, dude? i have a god damn broken nose and you're going to ask how many fingers you're holding up!" riley exclaimed. some people really got on his nerves, and advay was starting to become "some people". "i don't fucking know! right with the addition of a dick, i guess!"
[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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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.

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay frowned and snapped his fingers. All three dogs barked, snarling at Riley. That's what he'd thought. "If you can't tell me how many fingers I'm holding up, then you can't tell me that that was a badlander. Even I can't tell that that was a badlander. The only three animals I know what can tell who's a badlander, and who isn't, without them screaming the name of badlands, are my dogs." He crossed his arms and stared down at teh body, then up at Riley. "D-don't go a-asking me for f-fucking sympathy for you-your poor broken ass no-nose when you stabbed a guy."

He sigh and lowered his voice. "If you move before Wolfbite shows up my dogs are going to attack you. Do. Not. Move. You can talk, sure. Hell, if anything, I want to hear the story behind why you, a blind man, thought that this guy was a badlander, and then decided to stab him to death." Advay was pissed, his voice was ground out between his teeth and his arms were crossed tightly.

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black; font-size: 8pt;"]he sighed. "he mentioned a charlie. that's a badlands warchief, dumbass! he was stealing shit, which badlands tried to do two fucking days ago! what the fuck else could they have been!"

/oops no muse and lazy fml
[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.

[Advay.]

[align=center][size=8pt]Advay tilted his head, "You killed a man because he said the name charlie," he growled, "Despite Charlie being a common name for a boy, and even a girl. We get loners around her plenty," he clenched his hands into fists and shook his head. "And how do you know he was stealing things. You want me to take a blind mans word that there was a badlander stealing things. In the rain, while you've got blood on you and a broken nose, and there's a dead body in front of you stabbed an unnecessary amount of times?!" Atlantis barked angrily, sensing his Alpha's anger, but after a quick 'chhch' out of Addy, the husky fell silent into a soft hum of growling. Atlantis was, after all, the jumpiest of his dogs; and the youngest.

[WOLF BITE]

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"What the fuck happened here?" Wolfbite asked sharply, his deep voice ringing out quite loudly, not sounding the least bit pleased. His eyes narrowed as they settled upon Riley, finding his glasses to be off and revealed the milky eyes he expected to be behind them. There was no way a person who wore sunglasses no matter what time of day would at least have some problem with their eyes that they didn't want the public to witness. His eyes focused onto the corpse lying beside him, eyebrows furrowed a little, a growl rumbling in his throat. "I want a good explanation as to why there is a dead body in this city."

[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:
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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