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Topics - 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭

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C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
They hadn’t gotten a goddamn wink of sleep last night. They’d tried, they’d really tried, but it just hadn’t happened. There was too much on their mind, too much had happened. Too much to do, it would be a long time before they got another chance to rest well. Oh fucking well. ”We’re doing an early meeting. Everyone get your arses in the fugging casino.” Their temper was short, patience was low, and for once things weren’t already set up for them. They had their box under their arm, and it was a day early in the morning. Ugh. Nasty. But there was no point in wasting time, nor was there time to waste.

It was actually sort of annoying, having to wait just a few minutes for people to file in. They tapped their finger on their arm impatiently; they had cleaned up a bit since last night, but there were still flecks of dried blood on them. Cat themself was uninjured, but it wouldn’t take a master of perception to tell that something was wrong, that their night had been an unpleasant one. Despite their exhaustion, they leaned against the billiard table, rather than sitting on it.

Finally, enough people gathered that they were able to get this thing going. ”We’ll start with the welcomes, I suppose. We had two joiners, Jackie, my understanding is that her intentions are good but if anyone messes with her they’ll get stabbed. Howard, who kind of makes me wonder how he hasn’t been stabbed already.” They were joking. But it was a joke somewhat in reality, since the kid had his… very own way with words. They dug through the cardboard box and took out two of the necklaces that were worn by every member of the Badlands… except whatever few individuals thought that they were better than this. That’d surely come back to bite them in the ass. ”C’mere, you each get one of these.” They waited for the joiners to take the necklaces, then they were moving on.

”Alright, with that out of the way, let’s talk business. The Insurrection bombed us, tried to blow up the casino. The building we’re in right now. They failed, because every action they take against us causes more harm to them than it does to us. Three of their teenagers are dead, and it was them that killed em, and we’ve got one of their sniper’s captured. But see, here’s the thing.” They started pacing, forward, away from the billiard table, then back towards it.

”If it was just the casino, I could deal with that. It’s just a building, no one was hurt… but then someone was hurt. Creed took a bullet for me, and now she’s been captured by the Insurrection.” They paused, let their own anger fester and spread to the other people in the room. ”But I’m going to have to come back to that in a minute. First, I’d like to recognize the heroes of that event.”

They kept pacing, making brief eye contact with everyone they paced. ”We’ll start with the obvious. Creed. Someone write this down because I want her to have a copy of this when she gets back.” Did they really care if someone wrote it down or not? Not really. ”Let’s start with the obvious. Creed. She’s already proven time and time again her loyalties and capabilities, and now she’s gone and taken a bullet saving my life. Where do I even begin with that?” No one had ever taken damage that was meant for them before, let alone such devastating damage. ”When she gets home, I have every intention of offering her the branded title.” They just hoped that she’d make it home in one piece to receive it. No, they just wanted her to make it home.

Fortunately, the next heroes were actually there to hear it. In the case of one… ugh, they were never going to hear the end of it. In the case of the other… well, one need only look at who they were praising and the complicated history to get an idea that their feelings weren’t black and white. ”Next hero is Paige. Disappeared, bad shit presumably happened and she comes back to chaos. Doesn’t just stand by, though, she recognized the threats and shot one of them in the fugging chest.” They walked over to the box and reached into it. ”Now, I’ve given this to people for less, so rewarding you with a bandanna seems cheap. But you’ve definitely earned this and more.” They held it out for her, waited a few beats for her to take it, then kept going right along.

”Last but not least, mark it on the fugging calendar, Mike. He didn’t hesitate to chase down the people that attacked us, and not only that but he succeeded in capturing the sniper. Now think about that, what that means. We’ve got someone we can interrogate, we’ve got someone we can potentially trade for Creed, and if those things don’t work out, we’ve got someone we can take our frustration out on.” Once more, they reached into the box and withdrew a red bandanna. ”So… Congrats, Mike, this is as close to my good graces as you’re ever gonna get.” Okay, so talking his achievement up had been easier than talking the man himself up. What could they say? He’d done a lot of good for the group, but caused just as much trouble. At least he was in the positive now. As much as that was possible.

Though Cat was done recognizing the heroes of the event, they weren’t done recognizing and rewarding the individuals of the group. ”Alright, so for their general activity and presence around the group, I’d like to promote two people. Probably shoulda done this sooner, buuut kiss my ass.” Alright, whatever approximation of sap they’d been secreting was now all gone. ”Addy, Lucerne, come on up here, trade your red bandannas in for a blue one.” They turned around and withdrew the striped Officer bandannas from the box, holding them out in one hand while the other waited for the old bandannas.

After putting away the old, they clapped their hands together. ”Alright, so here’s the deal. If you’re wondering why I look like shit, it’s because some personal shit just came up last night, so now I’m having to deal with that. I’m going to have to take a little trip, shouldn’t be more than a week or so. I’m putting Addy in charge while I’m away. Don’t do anything weird or crazy, just keep things rolling aand do the rather long list of shit I got for you to do.” Yes, indeed, they’d made a to-do list for the Badlands while they were away. Hopefully if they were focused on that, it’d all go smoothly and it could be productive for everyone.

”Top priority, first and foremost: a plan to rescue Creed. When I get back, that’s gonna pretty much be first on the agenda. Addy, I want you working with Mike since he knows the Insurrection, and really anyone that fancies themself not completely stupid in relevant areas. Sound good? Great.” This was pretty much the only way they could deal with leaving while she was still captured. Fucking hell. Why did this have to be happening all at once? Why was Fate so cruel with Her timing?

They glanced around, eyes settling on Gav for a moment. ”Oh. Right. This is important, but not important-important. I don’t care if that makes sense or not, I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep. I barely remember the last time I got any.” And they didn’t care if that was too much information, either. ”My living room looks like someone died there. Might be because someone did. If someone could help Gav get that cleaned up before Mo sees it, that’d be much appreciated.” Was that going to help the group in any way? No. Would it earn someone points with Catalyst? Yeah, it certainly would.

”Right. Other two things are projects I’ve touched on, but shit keeps hitting the fan and throwing me off. So. The roofs, fortify some, get guards up on the ones that make strategic sense, make sure the ones we can’t use, the Insurrection can’t use either. And the border, when I get back I wanna hear some ideas for marking the border.” Mostly they just didn’t want to lose the thought, but if some progress was actually made, then they wouldn’t have to get bitchy the next time around. And wouldn’t that be nice for everyone?

Cat was pretty sure that was it, was about to dismiss the meeting, but then something else occurred to them. ”One last thing. Anyone weird comes sniffing around for me, you don’t know me.” If asked, they’d probably say something about Insurrectionist assassins, but honestly? They just didn’t want anyone else from Mourningstar showing up and making a scene. ”Okay, that’s it. I gotta get moving, so provided no one has any fugging questions… bye.”

OOC Summary + Announcements
— Welcome to Jackie/Cubs and Howard/Nightwing!
— Both joiners get to have ~ Badlander necklaces ~
— The Insurrection attempted to blow up the casino last meeting, but only did minor damage to the outside. The bombers were killed by an Insurrectionist sniper, and Creed was also shot by said sniper and captured.
— Cat praised Creed and announced their intention to offer her the Branded title when she gets back.
— Cat also commended Paige and Mike and offered them a red bandanna.
— Addy and Lucerne are promoted to Officers and can swap out their bandannas for blue ones.
— Catalyst is leaving temporarily to take care of some personal business (this is lasting for around two weeks icly but their return thread should be going up tomorrow, and I'll still be posting retro unless it's a thread set specifically during their absence).
— Addy is in charge while they're gone, and he's asked to maintain the status quo and do a few things:
—— They want Addy and Mike to come up with a game plan to rescue Creed, with the help of anyone that wants to assist.
—— This isn't anyone in particular, but they'd like someone to help Gav clean up their living room of blood. It's a good way to earn points with them, but other than that doesn't matter much.
—— They want some roofs fortified and made use of by the Badlanders, and anything that they can't or won't use to be blocked off or otherwise made hazardous to the Insurrection.
—— They also want to come back to some ideas about how to mark the border.
— If anyone "weird" comes looking for Cat, the answer is you don't know them.
— They're going to be heading off provided no one has any questions.
— Okay so y'all may or may not know this, but I've been agonizing on how to deal with the promotions and I think I've finally settled on something that works. Members can be promoted for activity even if they haven't been initiated yet, but will have until the next meeting to complete a task to be initiated. If they don't, they'll be demoted until they do. This way I don't have to wait for people to become initiated to promote deserving people, but we keep it consistent with the culture that's been built icly.
— The choice awards have finally been tallied and the results posted here!

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/17/19 • show
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
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
⇥ 05/05/39 ⇥ Survived an attack 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 physicallyHard 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
⇥ 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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The Badlands / POWER, OH YOU'VE HAD IT TOO LONG [500th 5K ONESHOT]
« on: May 17, 2019, 02:45:06 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
TW for cults, violence, gore, torture, death and murder

Derick Harris was a man with a mission. He sensed that the end of the world was coming, and he had a thousand different ideas about it. Some of his ideas were how to survive it, others were about what would come after, how he would ensure the best for himself and his family. And, of course, anyone else that would join him. He managed to assemble a small following, and he was quite effective at figuring out just how to convince people to join him.

Cat wished they could say they were different. But they weren't. Derick came into their life when they were eleven, shortly after they had fled the Young Rogues. It had been a terrible place, filled with violence and hatred, and after just two years they could take it no more. They missed their mother, they missed home. But the Young Rogues were nomadic, and they hadn't the faintest idea how to retrace the steps they'd taken in all that time. Derick had seemed like a kind man, at first, he had a wife and children - a son two years older than Cat, and seven year old twin daughters - and they had welcomed them into the Harris family.

To an extent. There was never any doubt about who Susanna prioritized in her life, never any doubt that they were just something extra. A person, a project her husband wanted to take on and so she took it on too. Lilian and Vivian didn't care for them, and they were the goddamn princesses of the household. They sort of bonded with Louie, though there was always some sort of disconnect.

The only person that they were really close to was the same one that brought them in: Derick. It wasn't long before he knew everything about them, the story of how they were born, their father's leaving, their struggles growing up and how they ran away and joined the Young Rogues, all that happened there and what finally made them leave. They still remembered the night that he looked at them in a new light with vivid detail.

They were in the living room, it was late and the twins had gone to bed. Susanna was in the kitchen washing dishes, and Louie was sleeping over at his friend Gerald's house. Derick was sitting on an armchair by the fire, and Cat was on the floor, reading a book. They were thirteen at the time, though they had begun counting down the months to their fourteenth birthday. The carpet under them was worn, and Derick had been wearing his reading glasses, having just shelved the book he had been reading. He looked at them for a long time in thought, and though at first they tried to ignore it, after a minute it became impossible. "Why are you looking at me like that?" They asked, frowning at him.

He didn't answer immediately, just considered them before saying, "your birth was the catalyst of the blackout." It took a few minutes for the words to truly set in. The world began going dark because they had been born. They were responsible for the darkness and misery and destruction that had set over the world. "Do you know what that means?" They had thought, that night, that they did. They were wrong. The responsibility only scratched the surface.

Derick started slow, easing them into the idea. He didn't immediately proclaim that they were a god, didn't immediately drag them into his cult, he knew he had to be slow and methodical. With all these new ideas he had, he needed them to be as convinced as he was. Eventually he suggested that they take on a new name, one befitting their station. Their station. That was the first time he had alluded to Cat being more than human, more than a sign. He suggested Catalyst. They hadn't really liked it at first, rejecting the notion that they should have to change their name from Scott. But over time, as Derick's hooks burrowed deeper into them, they began liking the idea.

Scott was the name of the person they were before. But now, in this house, they were becoming a new person, the one they were meant to be. A god. In truth, they never really believed that they were a god, and though there were moments when they felt the weight of ending the world really was on their shoulders. There were moments when they did believe that Fate had chosen them to signal the end, but there were also times when they didn't. They might have been destined to be born at the beginning of the blackout, but so were countless other babies.

There was another element to the lore that Derick crafted around them, one that came much later for it was much darker. The idea that their death would extinguish the sun. The world would be well and truly over when they died, and even though they didn't believe it, they'd never see it be proven wrong (unless the world ended before they died, but wouldn't that kill them, fulfilling the prophecy?) because once they died, their world would end. They didn't believe in Heaven or Hell - the latter undoubtedly being their destination if it was real - so they just figured they'd cease to exist. There was nothing after death. There would be no justice for all the people they had wronged, so the idea that they might just cease to exist was a sort of comforting one.

Once Derick had convinced them (to his knowledge) that they were a god, then came a very different kind of training, one that set in even deeper than the fake lore. He taught them how to act like the “god” that they were, how to deceive and manipulate others and convince them of the lie. They had to play the part, be just as convincing, if not more than Derick. And with some time and practice, they mastered it.

It was a point of pride, for a while, how easily they duped people. That they were able to convince their followers of their power so completely that they wouldn’t believe that they weren’t all-powerful, even if it was Cat that argued it. Their perception had gotten to the point that, between that and the information that was relayed to them (usually through Derick or Susie, depending), they were able to convince some of the cultists that they were capable of reading minds. Even when they said that they couldn’t, Honey would insist that they could.

That was one of the reasons that Cat had wanted to leave; they couldn’t stand how stupid and gullible the members of Mourningstar were, sold on the bullshit to the point that they wouldn’t accept the truth from the person they supposedly held above all else. But, of course, it was Derick that was the final straw. Everyone in the cult was growing more fanatical, but it wasn’t for no reason. He was stirring them all up, testing their devotion in ways that made Cat bite their lip in hesitation. They weren’t the mastermind, Derick was, he was the one pulling the strings and controlling everything. They were just the figurehead.

But what he wanted to do to those that failed his tests, those he deemed disloyal to Catalyst and likely to spread “false propaganda” (as if what he was telling them wasn’t false propaganda), that was just the final nail in the coffin. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing he had done, but it was still awful. Suppressing any dissent, any free thought, without actually culling the herd.

So Cat made the decision to pack up their things and leave. The night they left they only spoke to two people, Louie and Susie, the former because he happened to be in the kitchen when they were leaving, and the latter because despite the recent months of silence, in honor of their old friendship they wanted to tell her they were leaving. Then they were gone.

Susie had eventually tracked them down, but fortunately no one else had. As much as they hadn’t been happy to see her again, they were glad that it had been her and not someone that had actually been in Mourningstar. Now they could only hope that she didn’t relay their whereabouts to Louie or Derick. So far no one else had come to bother them, so they could only assume she hadn’t.

It was night. Mo was long since put to bed, Gav had just drifted off, but Cat was still struggling to rest. Letting their guard down enough to sleep had become damn near impossible ever since adopting Mo, between the paranoia of something happening to her or Gav or Cat themself and wanting to be awake if she started fussing. Before she came into the picture, it had never been a problem for them. They liked getting their beauty sleep, and never had any trouble getting it unless there was some outside factor preventing them.

They were trying to sleep as best they could, and they were gradually becoming drowsy. Gavril’s head was on their chest, one arm slung over their waist. One of Cat’s hands still rested in his hair, and the other laid on top of his spine. They were still getting used to this, in all honesty. They’d never shared a bed with someone for more than a night, let alone with anyone half as cuddly as their boyfriend was.

Their fingers traced over the ridges of his spine as they tried to get their mind to quiet. All was well, there was no reason for them to still be awake. That’s when the pounding started, loud, on the door below. They jumped, causing a muffled response from Gav. I’m the leader. They reminded themself. It’s important, yeah, but not necessarily an emergency. It’s fine. They started to slide out from under Gavril, not wanting to disturb him if it wasn’t necessary. ”Catalyst!”

Their blood ran cold. They knew that voice. He was screaming their name, pounding on their door. He’d found them. They pushed Gav off of them, none too gently. ”Wake up.” Within seconds Cat was on their feet, scrambling for their weapons. Gun. Should they bring a gun? Was Derick here to kill them or kidnap them? Their fingers closed around the handle of one of their knives, they pulled it out of its sheath and then reached into the pocket of their jacket, digits sliding into the cool, familiar metal of their brass knuckles. No, they weren’t going to face him with the weapon they despised and only carried so they could meet the threat of the Insurrection, they were going to face him with the weapons that felt right in their hands, the weapons he had put there.

Gavril was sitting up and rubbing his eyes. ”Cat?” He sounded confused and almost hurt by the rough awakening. Cat straightened up and faced him. ”Listen to me, okay? Someone is here, someone bad. You need to get Mo and go out the back to Molly’s. Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know.” They stuck the knife in the waistband of their pajama pants and took the gun from the holster on top of their dresser. They walked over and gave it to Gav, who seemed thoroughly worried. ”Just in case. I’ll come get you when it’s safe.”

He got to his feet and planted a kiss on their lips, fleeting but firm. The knocking was still continuing, with occasional shouts of their name. Gav disappeared down the hall to get Mo, and they headed downstairs to go answer the door. They paused, eyes shutting as they tried to summon the courage to open the door and face the man that had both saved and ruined them.

”Catalyst!”

That snapped them out of the almost dazed state they’d been in. They heard the back door open, and knew that if they didn’t open the door, Derick would go after Gavril and Mo. So they unlocked it and pulled it open, their carefully crafted facade slipping away as they set eyes on him. It was all there on their face, just how much they hated him. Good thing it was dark. ”Catalyst. At long last, I’ve found you.”

They did the only thing they could think to do. They punched him.

It was with their bare fist, their right hand, but still, it sent him staggering backwards and clutching his mouth. He was shocked. They heard the sound of a door opening and closing - Gav had made it to Molly’s, good. ”Get in the fugging house.” They weren’t going to do this in the street, where anyone might witness. Having the Badlands find out about Mourningstar was somehow less preferable to inevitably getting blood all over their living room. And if that didn’t say something, they didn’t know what did.

He opened his mouth, but Cat gave him a look that invited no argument, so he just ducked past them into the living room. ”Look, I understand that you’re mad.” He said, hand still hovering by his face. Overdramatic. He was fine. He’d have a bruise, if he made it out, but he wasn’t bleeding or anything.

”Shut the fug up.” They said, slamming shut the door behind them. He retreated deeper into the living room a few steps. ”You’re here to bring me back, yeah?” He nodded. ”Well let me save us both some time, I’m not going back.” The idea made them recoil. No. They’d rather die than return to Mourningstar.

Derick lowered his hand and looked at them with a strange certainty. ”You’ve been away for a long time, Catalyst, you’ve lost sight of things.” He spread his hands before him, palms out. ”But I can take you back, things can go back to normal now. It’ll be okay.” Cat closed the gap and Derick smiled, spreading his arms like he expected them to want to hug him. Even if you took out the years they’d been gone, it had still been years since the man had even let them embrace him. After becoming their little puppet, they had only tried that once. The refusal had hurt enough that they never tried again. Hell, even when they were just the kid he had adopted, he’d given them very little affection.

They slammed their left fist - the one with the brass knuckles - into his stomach. He doubled over and clutched his stomach, a pained groan escaping his lips. ”I promised myself if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you. I'd make it as slow and painful as you deserve. But at the end of it all, I'd kill you, and I'd be free of all of your bullshit and evil.”

He looked up at them, that weird certainty still there. ”Have you changed your mind? Will you come back?” How the fuck did he get “I’m going to come back” from “I’ve been planning on killing you”? It actually dumbfounded them for a good few seconds. Jesus. He really was in it, wasn’t he? He couldn’t even comprehend that what he was doing was wrong or fucked up, couldn’t comprehend that Cat could genuinely want no part of it anymore. After they’d given him no signs that they would ever want to return, after signaling pretty damn clearly that the opposite was true.

Cat stared at him. He wasn’t a stupid man, not by any means. Had he managed to fit his head even further up his own ass than it had been before? ”No…” They shook their head; the disbelief was apparent in their voice, but it shifted to firm resolve. ”No. My resolve is the same. Nothing will change that. You can beg, you can plead that your family needs you, you can try and manipulate me all you want. It won't work.”

A small smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head. ”I won't beg for my life, Catalyst, it's yours to take. My family will manage without me.” He was sick. He had to be, there had to be something wrong. Normal, healthy people didn’t just say shit like that. He got one thing right, though. His family would miss him, but Louie was what, twenty-three now? The girls were seventeen? They’d be fine, so would Susanna. Hell, maybe they’d even be better off without his Mourningstar bullshit. Maybe they could get out and live normal lives.

They stepped closer, bending a bit so that they were eye level with him. He met their gaze, that same goddamn certainty still there. They hated him just a little bit more than they had seconds before, something that they didn’t even know was possible until that very moment. ”Oh, I know they will. You know what Louie said to me before I left?” Derick gave the subtlest shake of his head. Cat shifted closer, leaving almost no space between them. ”He’d have me kill you.” More or less. It wasn’t like Louie wanted his father dead, he’d just been thoroughly indoctrinated in the cult of Cat.

To their absolute shock, a smile spread across Derick's lips and he tilted his head back. ”Louie's a good boy.” Cat's lip curled; he was proud of the indoctrination of his son, glad that he believed the lies to the point that he was more loyal to the cult than his own father.

Cat stepped back away from him and crossed their arms. ”Yeah. It’s a shame what you did to him.” Derick straightened up to his full height, keeping eye contact with them. Unafraid of what was coming. Did he realize they were going to pummel his face first in hopes of getting that look off his face?

”And you?” He guessed.

They stuck their jaw out a bit and pursed their lips. ”Yeah. And me.” He had given them many a kindness, welcoming them into his home, letting them join his family, granting them a place in the world. But that place had rapidly become corrupted, and even if Catalyst had done little to nothing to change from the person he made them, done little to nothing to change what they put out into the world, they were still bitter about what they had become.

Derick tilted his head to the side, lips parting slightly in disbelief. ”I helped you achieve your destiny! You are a god, Catalyst, and you're meant to be with the ones that recognize that!” The earnest voice that he used had convinced them time and time again to go along with him when they were younger, but no more. They weren't the naive kid they were back then, and they hadn't depended on him in years.

They shook their head as they reached behind them, pulling out the knife from their waistband. Derick's eyes widened at the sight. ”Before I kill you, I want to know if you really believed it. In me.” That was something they always wondered, especially after leaving. There was an adeptness to his manipulation that surely came from an awareness of what he was doing, but never, not once, had he ever acted like he didn’t believe what he was saying. Was that just part of the manipulation, or did he honestly think that Cat was a god?

A strange look made its way into his face, a bizarre mix of pride and smugness. It was the most unsettling face he'd made that night, and that was saying something. ”Belief had nothing to do with it. I was right.” They're not sure what they were expecting, but that definitely wasn't it. It actually made them angry, that he was calm and cool, feeling vindicated as he stared his death in the face. Did that mean he really believed his lies? Or was he so committed to his deceit that he couldn't bear to let up, even for a second?

”You aren't right! All you've ever done was lie, and if you told the truth it was a coincidence.” Their anger is boiling to the surface, and they're clenching their knife in their hand. They could do it now, do it so quickly and easily. But when had Derick ever made things quick or easy? He didn't deserve that.

Derick shut his eyes, looking as if what they had said had gone through one ear and out the other. He seemed weirdly peaceful. ”I’m ready.” He announced. For a moment they hesitated; not because he deserved to live or they were suddenly developing a conscious or mercy. But because he wanted this, he wanted to die by Cat's hand and feel like he was right. They wanted to make sure he never hurt anyone else, they wanted their revenge for all he had done to them. But it was somehow tainted by him wanting the end result. Their moment of confliction was short lived.

They punched him again, hard enough that he fell to the ground. For all they knew this was a cunning manipulation; he was certainly skilled enough at it for that to be possible. Keeping up that awful facade while convincing them to spare him. Stop it. They snarled, crouching next to him and pulling him up by his collar, holding the knife to his throat. ”This is it. Just fugging stop.”

He turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood, some of it clinging to his lips and chin. ”You might think you can run from your destiny, but all you've done is meet it. You'll see your mistake soon. Maybe you'll realize that with my death.” More blood was bubbling up between his lips. Well, he was right about one thing: it was their destiny to end his life. However, he was wrong in thinking that they were going to realize that he was right all along… because he wasn't, and they weren't.

What happened next wasn't pretty, it wasn't pleasant. They punched him again, head snapping back and hitting the wall. His hand flew to his mouth, and they realized they'd knocked a tooth loose. He turned his head to the side but before he could spit it out, they clapped their hand over his mouth. ”Swallow it.” His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. ”Do it.” That’s when fear entered Derick’s eyes, that’s when the man started to shake under them. They shoved him, hitting his head against the wall again.

Then… he did it. He swallowed the tooth. Not without difficulty, but still. They didn’t remove their hand though, not just yet. ”You thought that this was going to be a clean death, yeah?” They paused expectantly, then he gave a small nod that might have gone unnoticed where they not holding his head. ”But it’s not. It’s going to be slow a agonizing, a small price to pay for what you did.” They tilted their cranium to the side. ”Monstrous deeds from the kid you made a monster.”

They pushed away from him and stood up. ”Get up.” They ordered, and after a moment he complied, still shaking. They lashed out again, this time sending him deeper into the living room, away from the couch and the entrance, to the part of the room they didn’t use as much. He managed to stay on his feet, but just barely. He straightened up, trying to maintain his composure as they walked just past him, standing almost shoulder to shoulder. They slammed their heel into the inside of his knee, sending him to his knees. Cat went behind him and kicked him square in the back, sending him crashing all the way down.

They dropped to a crouch next to him, grabbed his shoulders and lifted him before slamming his head into the ground again. The knife that was still in their hand bit into his neck under his ear, but they paid no mind to that. ”I didn’t used to be this way, Derick. This violence. This wasn’t me until I met you.” They stood up and delivered a kick to his side. In the darkness it was hard to see, but now they were starting to be able to tell just how badly his face was getting fucked up. Dark liquid covered his pale face and neck, stained their floor.

”I was good.” They kicked him again, and as a dozen emotions they’d fought for years to keep buried came to the surface, it felt good, good to take the anger and hatred (both of themself and him) out on someone. ”You ruined me.” Catalyst may have embraced the person they had become, the one that killed and hurt, that destroyed rather than created, but that was because they saw no other alternative. There was no other way to survive in this world, and Fate wanted them to be this way. Change was impossible.

But oh how they wished that they weren’t this person, that Fate’s plans would someday take them down a better path. How they wished this man hadn’t turned them into a false god, hadn’t taken their limits and morals and stripped them away. They had been a child that survived two years of the Young Rogues without becoming compromised, but in just a bit longer than that he figured out how he could do what Miles and Tammy had failed to do. And there was no going back.

And yet, somehow, they’d been among the luckiest of his victims. The others had been beaten down and hurt in countless other ways, forced to do terrible things of their own. They’d been placed on a pedestal, literally held sacred. Their esteem had been built up higher than it should have been, but everyone else’s had been torn to pieces and reconstructed how Derick liked.

He pushed himself to his feet and they could see something in his eyes, something in his facade cracking. ”If you’re so unhappy with yourself, why not change?” He must be able to see it in their face because he grins with bloodstained teeth. ”Because you can’t, this is who you’re meant to be.” They hate him. They hate him so fucking much, they hate that they share some of his beliefs and they hate this helpless feeling.

Cat punched him yet again, and this time there was a sickening crack of bones breaking. Derick staggered back and clutched his face, leaving his stomach unprotected. They lunged forward, striking with the knife for the first (purposeful) time. The blade cut through clothes and bit through flesh. Derick cried out, and whatever they were holding back before is unleashed. They attacked, swinging their fist and slashing with their blade, not even caring if it connected.

It wasn’t long before they were both on the floor, in a growing puddle of blood. Self preservation finally kicked in and Derick started struggling, but it was no use. They’d done too much damage already and were at a distinct advantage. Several minutes passed before they realized his body had grown completely still. The realization made them cease in their attacks, but it did not make them still. No, that would require them to stop shaking and nothing in the world could make them stop shaking in that moment.

It was hitting them now, what they had done. Who they had done it to. Sitting there, in a pool of blood next to a ruined body. The ruined body of the man that had taken them in and raised them, given them an education. He had been a monster and destroyed the child that they had once been, but he hadn’t been without kindness. He’d been the closest thing to a father they’d had, after their real one took off and died when they were three.

He hadn’t just been a father to them, though. He had three kids, his flesh and blood, and a wife. Cat had claimed they’d be better off, but would they really? Sure, they’d lost the man that forced them into a cult, but they’d also lost a provider, a husband, a father, a man that through it all they loved. Did they know where he’d gone? Would they come looking for him? There should be no shortage of people to send.

He was a monster. He deserved this. He deserved this and more, so why did they feel like throwing up? Why did it feel like there were flames licking at the edges of their body and vision? The red cloud had lifted, but now there was this heat, this intensity. Like they were already baking in hell for what they'd done. They’d do it again if they had to. They’d do it again and be just as brutal. They didn’t regret this. This wasn’t a mistake.

They rose to their feet and flexed their fingers, letting the knife and brass knuckles fall to the floor, landing with a dull thud and small splash. Killing was easier, they decided, when you didn’t have any connection to the person you were killing. They looked down at themself, at the room around them. Well shit. Their pajamas were ruined, but as they took in the scene around them, they couldn’t help but be far more concerned about the blood-covered living room. Fuck.

It was too late for this. They were too exhausted - both emotionally and physically - to even think about cleaning this right now. It’d probably just be harder in the morning, but they couldn’t bring themself to care. They stripped off their shirt and pants, using any clean parts to dry their feet so they wouldn’t track blood through the house, and their hands so they wouldn’t leave obvious traces on everything they touched.

There was the dull awareness in the back of their mind that there was something that they were forgetting. They didn’t quite realize what it was until they got to their room and saw the empty bed. Oh shit. Oh shit. Gavril and Mo. They quickly put on the first clothes that they could find (which they were pretty sure was one of Gav’s shirts and a pair of pants they had worn three days ago but not yet washed), then they were racing next door, not even bothering with shoes.


//Wow okay, so that was 5k words and if you made it through all of that you get a cookie! This isn't open for ic replies but you can track it and leave comments if you'd like. The briefest summary is that Derick came knocking on Cat's door late at night, they sent Gav w Mo to Molly's, had a confrontation with Derick and killed him, then went to see their family.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/17/19 • show
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
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
⇥ 05/05/39 ⇥ Survived an attack 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 physicallyHard 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
⇥ 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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The Badlands / A DAY IN THE LIFE [open]
« on: May 14, 2019, 07:02:28 PM »
//yeah there is an ic point of all this a few paragraphs down, but I also wanted to do a lil check in for how they're doing before Shit Goes Down

Waking up was a slow process for a number of reasons. There was the fact that they never seemed to get enough sleep these days, and combining tiredness with laziness didn't make for a great recipe for getting up. Then add Gav, invariably touching them somehow, spooning them or full-on sleeping on top of them, at the very least touching them with an arm or a leg. If they disturbed him getting up, he'd try to get them to stay. Sometimes they listened, just for a few minutes, but today was not one of those days.

Cat dragged themself up and out of bed after giving Gav a quick good morning kiss, then they headed to the bathroom to shave, do their hair, and so on. By the time they got back to the bedroom, Gavril was still in bed, still stubbornly refusing to get up. They rolled their eyes and started getting dressed, then they had to track down the jacket they'd worn the previous day so they could get their black and white bandanna and the brass knuckles.

By then Mo was starting to wake up, and Gav finally got up to take care of her while Cat went downstairs to get breakfast for them all. One quick meal later, they were kissing him good bye (with Mo tugging at the bandanna on their arm until they pressed a kiss to the top of her head too). After that Cat was out, making a quick stop by the casino and making a quick round of the territory before getting to what they were really concerned about: the roofs.

Cat had been up on them many times before, so they knew at least a good portion of the ways up onto them. So they headed up, wandering around, trying to figure out if they should make all of the roofs hostile to anyone that would be on them, just some of them, or make sure that there were Badlanders stationed on them so that they could make use of their territory. It was annoying, how every advantage of theirs could apparently be co-opted by the enemy.

They paused, rubbing their face with their hands. They had a million and one fucking things to worry about, dozens of questions to answer all at once, and they had no good answers. They sighed, then kept moving, going to inspect the distance between this one and the next. What, five feet? Too far to safely jump, but get a board or something up here and it'd be easy to cross. Any difficulties they'd put on one building to restrict access wouldn't mean shit if you could just get up on another.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/05/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands 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 physicallyHard 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
⇥ 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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The Badlands / The Casino AND HE DON'T KNOW HOW TO CUSS [MEETING + EXPLOSION]
« on: May 04, 2019, 05:56:33 PM »
The last... what, three, four missions? Those had been a break from their usual formula in one form or another, but this one... it was a return to normal. Cat was perched on a billiard table in the middle of the casino, no injuries on display, no baby in their arms. Did that always mean it would be a calm, peaceful evening? No, of course not. This was Catalyst we're talking about here... though they did appear to be half asleep as they waited for people to file in.

Never a dull day... except this one apparently.


//hella rushed




Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/27/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly

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 physicallyHard 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
⇥ 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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DIRECTORY
—— Introduction
—— Basics
—— Physical I
—— Physical II
—— Mental I
—— Mental II
—— Mental III
—— Religion
—— Relationships I
—— Relationships II
—— History
—— Plots
—— Inventory
—— Strengths
—— Weaknesses
—— Combat
—— Writing
—— Quotes
—— Relevant Links
—— Playlist
—— References
—— Aesthetics























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Northstar District / DEEP IN THE ARCHIVES [open]
« on: April 20, 2019, 05:47:54 PM »
They had sent Creed over here to check up on things a few days ago, but Cat was someone that struggled with letting others do things for them. With some exceptions. Hard labor? Nah, fuck that. Or anything that required them to sweat, really. For the most part they were a hands-on person, though these days it felt like they had a hand in a million different things.

They wanted a nap.

Instead they had made the trek over to Northstar, planning on nothing more than a quick hi and bye. Would this go according to their plan? No, but things seldom ever did go according to their plans. The only one that determined that was Fate. She was the one that had urged them to take over Northstar in the first place; there had been a tactical advantage to it but it had been driven by an impulse they couldn't explain.

So... Fate.

//oh shit y'all ready for this takeover to be over

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/15/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly
⇥ 04/06/39 ⇥ Returned to the Badlands badly injured
⇥ 04/03/39 ⇥ Temporarily left with Creed to try to find her brother

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 physicallyHard 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
⇥ 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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The Badlands / The Casino I THINK IF YOU FOUND HER [MEETING] THAT EVEN YOU WOULD KNOW
« on: April 20, 2019, 02:31:38 PM »
The last two meetings had been spectacles. One, returning bloody from a failed mission with the threat of war on their shoulders, the other confirming the war and branding their chest. This time they were not out in front of the casino, they were back on the pool table as usual. Once more they weren't alone, but this time it wasn't Creed.

Sitting on their lap, grinning and babbling happily, was Mo. "You ready to help me with the meeting?" In response she grabbed their finger and shook it. An actual, genuinely happy grin made its way onto Cat's face. Of course, they were well aware of all the people that were slowly filing in, but their undivided attention was on the one year old. With her free hand, Mo waved at some of the passerby, and just generally was the cutest damn thing you ever saw.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/15/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly
⇥ 04/06/39 ⇥ Returned to the Badlands badly injured
⇥ 04/03/39 ⇥ Temporarily left with Creed to try to find her brother

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 physicallyHard 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
⇥ 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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They weren't normally a nervous person. Anxiety was something that they felt very rarely, yet now their palms were sweating. They had flirted with people before, gone home with near strangers once or twice, but it was so... meaningless. Just a way to pass the time that would surely just be forgotten. Maybe some people would say the same about dates, but not Cat. This was significant, this had to go right.

From the get go, this had been a disaster. After that night in the garage, chatting with Eos and flirting with him until their car was done, they'd hung out a few times. Yes, with more flirting, but nothing serious. Nothing meaningful. Except in that every time they parted ways, Cat was unable to accept that they wouldn't converge again. So they always made sure it did, and eventually, they had made up their mind. They were going to ask him out properly, for a real date, and if he said no... Well, they supposed they'd just fuck off into oblivion then. (Thanks for toying with them, Orenda. Really appreciated.)

Before they even could get to the asking part, they had to figure out what the date would actually be. Not easy for someone that had almost no concept of what romance was or what an acceptable first date would be. But then they had noticed something at the mall... there were a lot of couples there. Wait a second, that sounded perfect. Kind of casual, gave them stuff to do (stuff that Cat personally loved doing) and places to eat. Not to mention if it went bad, they could just focus on the shopping.

Then it came time to actually ask him. Asking him to go to the mall had been easy enough (he said yes), but specifying that it was a date was a bit trickier. Cat was actually genuinely surprised when his answer didn't change, and for a moment the surprise and happiness slipped past their calm and collected facade, where it stayed for a good several seconds on their face before they were able to reign it in.

That whole time, from meeting him to asking him out, they had been doing their damndest not to read him. That meant next to no eye contact and spending a great deal of willpower suppressing powers that tended to just act on their own. The one time that they had failed was when they asked him out and felt the flare up of confliction and excitement. The latter was good, but they had no idea what to make of the former. To be honest? They were too scared to ask.

Not that they should. He still didn't know what they could do. I have to tell him. He needs to know. It wasn't right for them to try start a relationship with someone that didn't know that they could read minds and innately sense what he felt about them. Talking about it with anyone was hard, especially after the whole thing with Mourningstar.

Still, all things considered, the disaster had been... minimal. They had communicated that this wasn't just a trip to the mall but a romantic outing, and Eos had still agreed. It wasn't smooth, but it was real. There was, unfortunately, a new problem. Cat had arrived to pick him up in a Challenger, wanting to impress him with the nice car (though considering his job and who he worked for, he was well aware that they drove nice cars) but within minutes of heading out, he had fallen asleep.

Well. Shit. They had tried to make conversation, but maybe it had been boring or just wasn't enough. Maybe Eos had been up all night before or something (he did work nights, after all, but Cat had tried to schedule it so it wouldn't be hurting his sleep schedule), or maybe this was all some kind of trick. They focused on driving until they got to the mall.

Once they managed to find parking, they looked over at Eos, still asleep next to them. They took off their seat belt. "Hey. We're here." They almost felt bad for waking him up. He looked so peaceful and beautiful in his sleep. But what else could they do? Wait until he woke up on his own? Who knew how long that would take. Besides, wouldn't it be kind of creepy to just sit and watch him sleep until he eventually woke up on his own? They were overthinking this.

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Loner Lands / THE SUN WILL RISE [PRIVATE BL HOSPITAL RAID]
« on: April 14, 2019, 05:50:35 PM »
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Were they feeling up to doing this? No, not really. Were they going to do it anyway? Of course.

Cat had sent out a few scouts to locate a place that they might raid for supplies, and the scouts had hit a goldmine. It was a hospital made largely of concrete, seven stories tall and abandoned for years. One poor scout had an allergic reaction to all the dust inside. Eh, good thing they might be able to find masks - Cat just hoped those were clean and well preserved. Well, they hoped everything was going to be clean and well-preserved. The Badlands desperately needed medical supplies.

"Fan out in pairs. It's empty, but be careful in case the scouts missed something. If it seems moldy or like it's expired, leave it. Otherwise, we need just about everything." People started spreading out, and for Cat's part, they headed in with Creed. It always seemed to be her, but she was one of the few people that didn't try what little patience they had left these days. A bit to their surprise, however, someone else followed them in. Mike's kid, Will. Well, this would be... interesting.

//open to members of the Badlands!

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/12/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly
⇥ 04/06/39 ⇥ Returned to the Badlands badly injured
⇥ 04/03/39 ⇥ Temporarily left with Creed to try to find her brother
⇥ 03/24/39 ⇥ Met their cousin Dallas and her half brother Michael

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. 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 physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ 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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The Badlands / The Casino CAUSE PAIN [MEETING + BRANDING] I CAN TAKE IT EASILY
« on: April 13, 2019, 07:12:28 PM »
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//randomly gonna change fancies in this thread? you betcha
//also tws for violence, injuries, self mutilation, etc in this thread

They figure they probably could have waited another week before doing this, but no, the time was right now. With all the invites and whatnot pouring in, it was better to just get this thing moving. "Meeting time." This one was different, however, than previous meetings. Instead of going into the casino, they stood on the steps. It was pretty evident that they were planning something, not just from that but from doing this on the steps, the cardboard box tucked off to the side, but the firepit that was blazing behind them. Apparently Russel hadn't taken it with him when he left, and now there was a poker resting in the flames, two more leaning against the pit. Off to the side was a chair, barely staying balanced on the step. Hopefully they wouldn't need it, they didn't trust it not to tip over.

"Yes. We're doing it here. I've got plans." When didn't they have plans? They adjusted their cuffs; thanks to their plans they hadn't worn a shirt today, just zipped up their jacket. It felt weird, truthfully, but whatever. They were going to subject themself to much worse than this.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/12/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly
⇥ 04/06/39 ⇥ Returned to the Badlands badly injured
⇥ 04/03/39 ⇥ Temporarily left with Creed to try to find her brother
⇥ 03/24/39 ⇥ Met their cousin Dallas and her half brother Michael

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. 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 physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ 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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The Badlands / MY DEATH WILL NEVER SURVIVE [MEETING]
« on: April 06, 2019, 02:21:23 AM »
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//trigger warnings for violence, injuries, blood, etc

They'd barely taken a breath between getting their new injuries sewn up and bandages swathed around them and marching over to the casino. They'd grabbed their pretty much ruined jacket (rest in peace old friend), given Gavril a quick kiss and then headed towards the casino, ordering anyone that happened to be around to spread the word that there was going to be a meeting.

All Cat wanted right now was to lay down and sleep. Forget being fucking stabbed, this was painful. The old wound from Mike that they'd tried so hard to hide had been re-opened, and that was only the beginning. Their shoulder had been dislocated (though it was back in place now), their eye was slowly turning black, their arm had taken a blow meant for Creed, someone had delivered a pretty solid kick to their knee and while not the most serious injury they had, it caused them to walk with a bit of a limp. And, of course, there was the small gash on the back of their head. Truth be told, that one messed them up the most, if for nothing else their history of taking blows there. It wasn't a happy one by any means; hell it had even influenced the rules of the Badlands.

They had hidden the stab wound. Part of it had been to hide all weakness that one might take advantage of, part of it was so that no one would ask what would happen and they wouldn't get any questions about the person that had stabbed them. But in this case, it was a question they'd answer perhaps even before it was asked. And they'd had a bit of an epiphany; these wounds didn't make them weak for having them. Yes, someone might still try to take advantage, but they'd cross that bridge if and when it came up. To everyone else, however? They'd taken all of this damage and still there they stood. That took strength.

(At least that's how Cat wanted to think about it.)

So they made no attempts to hide it, they limped towards the casino, (they tried to downplay that, if just because that more than anything else felt like a telegraph of weakness), their torn, blood-drenched jacket slung over their shoulder. They hadn't bothered putting a shirt back on, which they slightly regretted as it was a bit of a chilly spring day, but it was too late to change their mind.

Since they had gotten back and pretty much immediately went to see Mordecai and Lucerne for treatment, and then headed to the casino. There was no time to do the small amount of prep that they normally did, so they had someone go get Molly and have her bring their cardboard box of goodies. In the meantime, Cat sprawled out on their usual billiard table; forget that casually leaning against or sitting on it. They just wanted to fucking sleep. They were exhausted and everything hurt. Nothing sounded better than curling up with their boyfriend and actually letting their body heal for once, but no, they had things to attend to first. A frustrated half sigh/half groan escaped their lips.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/05/19 • show
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
⇥ 04/03/39 ⇥ Temporarily left with Creed to try to find her brother
⇥ 03/24/39 ⇥ Met their cousin Dallas and her half brother Michael
⇥ 03/21/39 ⇥ Named the baby Mo
⇥ 03/16/39 ⇥ Adopted a baby girl

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. 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 physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ 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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The Badlands / The Casino we're born to die so i'm gonna fight for how i wanna live [ANNOUNCEMENT]
« on: April 03, 2019, 04:33:44 PM »
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Maybe if they hadn't mentioned Arrow to Creed, she wouldn't have gotten this idea. Or maybe it just would have happened later on rather than now. That didn't really matter. What mattered was that she'd told them out of courtesy what she was going to do, and then they had insisted that she not go alone. And who better to provide backup than a still-recovering person with a family to get home to? Well. It's not like either of them were likely to accept any other alternative.

"Got a quick announcement to make. Everyone meet outside the casino." They weren't gonna bother gathering everyone within the building, considering the two were going to leave right after the announcement. Cat stood at the top of the steps, Creed behind them. "Alright, gonna make this quick. Creed and I are going on a little mission. It should only take a few days, but for those few days I'm leaving Gavril and Mordecai in charge. Just keep things rolling, don't do anything I wouldn't. We'll be back soon." Mentioning that it would probably be dangerous wasn't necessary, right?

//crappy little thing but ye! I'll still be around so this is purely ic and I'll be posting in stuff retro to this, but if you wanna do a thread or two where Cat isn't around that's chill

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/03/19 • show
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
⇥ 03/24/93 ⇥ Met their cousin Dallas and her half brother Michael
⇥ 03/21/93 ⇥ Named the baby Mo
⇥ 03/16/39 ⇥ Adopted a baby girl

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. 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 physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ 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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//tw for gunviolence, blood, murder

Since leaving Mourningstar, they'd hardly settled down in any one place for more than a couple weeks. They tended to avoid people, as people tended to not want them around. Any time they encountered a group, they usually chased them out. It didn't matter if Cat could help them, another mouth to feed was another mouth to feed, and they might as well have "bad news" written on their forehead. People didn't want them around, fine. People suck anyway.

To some, it might seem like a pointless existence and... yeah, there were times when Catalyst felt the same way. But they knew that Fate had more in store for them, they just needed to keep going. So they did, continuing on and on. Their steps had led them to a largely abandoned suburb; every block or so they glimpsed some movement, but by the time someone approached them, they were deep into the neighborhood.

They hadn't noticed the gun until he pulled it out and aimed it at them, demanding they surrender their belongings. After a moment, they concluded that they'd rather part ways with their stuff than their life, so they tossed their backpack onto the ground between themself and the gunman. "Can I go?" They asked. Already the wheels in their head were turning; how to get their stuff back and take out this son of a bitch.

Before they got the chance to enact anything, before they could move in any direction, they got their answer to their question. No, apparently they could not go. He wanted them dead. The first bullet tore through their left arm, the second one whizzed by their head. They cried out, free hand clutching their arm. Another person had come out of one of the houses, and before the robber could get another round off, blood and brains sprayed out. The approaching man had shot him. Some part of Cat thought that they were next, but instead he just put the gun back in its holster, walking over slowly to them, palms out. "You okay there?"

"The fug does it look like?" They hissed, unable to keep the grimace off of their face despite all their training to keep it blank. The man snorted and made a face, then started walking towards them. He bent down and picked up the backpack, swinging it over his shoulder with ease. Cat bristled, but something in his face calmed them.

He looked back at them and tilted his head back towards the house he had just come from. "Come on. I'll take care of that and then you can be on your way." They hesitated, and he waved them forward. "If I was gonna hurt you I'da done it by now. And I'm as qualified to take care of that as anyone else you'll find for miles." They hesitated once more, but only for a moment. Then they started following him to the house. "I'm Rico, by the way."

It had been so long since anyone had shown them any kindness, they were honestly a bit taken aback by it. "Catalyst." He glanced over his shoulder at them. "My name is Catalyst. You can call me Cat if you want."

Rico opened the door to the house. "Okay then, Cat. My clinic is in there." He headed inside and pointed to a room off to the right of the entryway. "Have a seat. You're gonna need to take off your jacket and your shirt so I can see the wound."

"Clinic." Cat repeated. They could tell he was a few years older, but it didn't seem as if he was that much older. Not enough to be a proper doctor. They walked in and sat down on some sort of bed-chair thing that seemed to be fixed to the floor. They paused at the request, not too thrilled by the idea.

He nodded, slinging their backpack down onto a chair in the corner of the room. "I told you I was the most qualified person you'd find. My dad was a doctor before the blackout, taught me everything he knew." He looked over at them and raised an eyebrow. "You shy?"

They scowled at him and shrugged off their jacket. "No." The shirt was more painful to remove, and Rico offered to cut it off. Even though the blood had pretty much ruined it anyway, they refused. The man just shrugged, waiting until it was off before coming over and trying to gently wipe away some of the blood. "How much is this kindness going to cost me?" They asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Rico shook his head. "Nothing. That was my partner that shot you." Cat stiffened, silently demanding an explanation. He sighed. "Ron's always been a wild card. I kept him around because he's good at what he does, but he's been pushing it more and more. I'm doing this because I want to help people, he's - was - doing this because it keeps him alive." He grimaced. "I want to help people, not hurt them. I guess this time I had to make an exception."

They released a breath they didn't know they had been holding. "You killed him to save me."

He paused, fingers lightly brushing over their arm. He nodded. "To be honest, it was bound to happen eventually. But it wasn't right for him to rob you at gunpoint and then shoot you anyway." He inhaled sharply through his nose, then it was back to work.

"As opposed to shooting me and then taking my stuff or just taking my stuff at all?"

Cat was sort of surprised when he laughed; it was a pleasant sound that lit up his dark eyes. It was honest and amused, not the harsh, mocking sound they were used to. "It's all fucked up, but that just rubbed me the wrong way, alright?" He finished cleaning the wound and started dabbing some sort of ointment into it. Cat hissed in pain.

Rico kept working, and for a minute or so they stayed silent. "What made you think that I was better than him?" They knew the answer, of course. They weren't supposed to die here. But they couldn't help but want to know the reasons of the people that kept them alive, the ways they told themselves they had free will.

They met his gaze when his eyes slid over to theirs. "What?"

They shrugged, but didn't break the eye contact. "He was a menace. But I am too. Look at me." They gestured to themself with their free hand, all the scars that littered their torso. "I didn't get these by being a nice person."

Rico worked his jaw and then finally said, "well I didn't get this far by turning away people that need help." They didn't know how that worked; in this world dog ate dog and any kindness was sure to be taken advantage of. Or come at a steep price. "You're lucky that he was such a bad shot."

"And that you're such a good one?"

A wry smile worked its way over Rico's lips. "Just because I try to help people, doesn't mean I can't know how to protect myself." He put a bandage around Cat's arm, fixing it tightly over the wound.

They stared at him, and he gazed back. His eyes were deep and dark and weirdly welcoming. They felt like they could fall into them. "You weren't protecting yourself though. You were protecting me."

He was done, but he didn't step away. They could feel the heat radiating off of him. "So I was." Cat lifted their chin and tilted their head back slightly, but still kept their gaze locked on the doctor. He cleared his throat and stepped away. "You can spend the night, if you want, but that ain't free."

They raised an eyebrow. "What's that going to cost me?"

Rico shrugged and clapped bloody hands together. "I guess that depends on what you've got to trade."



They were pretty sure that Rico didn't want that much from them. He'd taken the ruined jacket from Cat, saying that he would try to clean and fix it so it could be used again. That was fine by Cat; at least he hadn't asked for one of their good jackets - truth be told, they were mainly just hauling around clothes and blades. Giving up those would be a much harder sell, if he could even be that convincing. But no, he just wanted something that they would be parting with anyway. Yeah. They were pretty sure he wanted them to stay.

But the next morning, Rico approached them and leaned against the table they were eating at. His arms were crossed and his eyes were guarded. "You can't stay." Oof. That stung a little, but they kept their expression blank.

"Wasn't planning on it." They replied, not looking at him immediately. They paused in their breakfast and finally looked up at him. "Why do you want me gone? Is it because -"

"It's because of a lot of things." He said, cutting them off. "You can finish eating, and I'll check your wound before you go, but then you need to leave." They looked back down at their food, lower lip sticking out as they worked their jaw back and forth.

After a long minute of Cat not responding, Rico sighed and walked away. They took another bite, but just wanted to gag. They stood up and grabbed their backpack, heading out without telling him that they were leaving. They didn't need him.

//just shy of 1600 words lads
feel free to track/leave comments

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 03/30/19 • show
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
⇥ 03/24/93 ⇥ Met their cousin Dallas and her half brother Michael
⇥ 03/21/93 ⇥ Named the baby Mo
⇥ 03/16/39 ⇥ Adopted a baby girl
⇥ 03/12/39 ⇥ Took Jeremy to Northstar and tortured him

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. 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 physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ 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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OOC Discussion / big bad boss' big bad opinions
« on: March 27, 2019, 04:34:21 PM »
Hey guys so for some reason last night at almost 12 am I decided to write up Cat's opinions on various characters from BL and their backstory. I got 14 done by 2 am but wanted to do some more so... here we are lads. If you think I missed someone, yeet them in BUT BEAR IN MIND I'm only doing characters that Cat has interacted with in a meaningful way at least two times. Also this. isn't exactly a heartchart bc my lazy ass still hasn't gotten new hearts together after the inadequate ones last time. Also most of these are short and crappy but it be like that sometimes. Also, they're all 100% ic opinions of Cat's.

TW some opinions may reference death or violence.

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Addy
"I admire his dedication and his initiative. Sometimes he's fun to talk to, but he's got his... moments."
Cat still doesn't know Addy that well, but for the most part they like and appreciate him. They don't trust him as much as some of the others that they've personally gone through things with, but he's on his way to becoming fairly well liked and trusted by them.

Angel
"She's okay, I guess. It's pretty obvious that she's into me, but she's not going to get anywhere."
They don't especially like or dislike her. They've been friendly towards her since she hasn't really done anything to deserve otherwise, but they're thinking they should probably leave a good amount of distance between them, considering she has feelings for them and they've got a boyfriend.

The Constable
"Rest in peace, I guess. We didn't always get along but he was an okayish guy. For what he was."
Cat respected him, and to an extent he respected them, though neither of them liked the other very much. The Constable didn't like Cat because of the cult and their proximity to Susie, and they didn't like him because of how he ran his town.

Creed
"I guess if you were going to make me pick one person in the Badlands that I consider my friend, it would probably be Creed. She's chill and I feel like we've got each other's backs, and she's proven that I can trust her."
They're still a little reluctant to call her their friend thanks to their track record, but they do cautiously think of her as one. She's seen them in ways no one else in the Badlands has, from scheming to bleeding out, and they figure if they don't trust her, they're fucked. They care about her, and hope things with her continue on the current trajectory.

Derick
"I promised myself if I ever see him again I'll kill him. I hope I never do, but I'm still fully committed."
Derick fucked up their life in just about every way he could, something that, after fully realizing and coming to terms with, Cat will not ever forgive him for. There's part of them that already grieves for him, however, as he's the only father they've ever really had.

Gabriel
"Gabe... He's a good kid. He belongs somewhere nice, I don't know why he sticks around here."
On the one hand, they saw a great deal of potential in Gabe that he pretty much just threw out. On the other hand, they're sort of proud of him. They see themself in him in a weird way, if they had gone down a different path. If they'd been able to resist Derick's influence and stay true to themself, rather than getting warped and twisted. They don't really see him as a typical Badlander, but they'll be damned if they let anything bad happen to him.

Gavril
"Oh, uh... Gav. Yeah he's um..."
They struggle to put it into words how much Gavril means to them. He's the first person they've developed feelings with where things actually worked out, and actually expressing that he's their boyfriend is hard because boyfriend feels inadequate. He's without a doubt one of the most important things/people in their life and they are absolutely terrified of losing him. Still, they've got some trust issues they're trying to work through and even though they're in denial that it's even a possibility, some part of them is scared that he's using him or will betray them. Right now though? They're falling for him.

Gerald
"Why are we talking about him? He's an arsehole. If I ever get the chance to tell him that, I will."
They have no love for Gerald, they never have and they never will. He was an ass, and they're glad to be rid of him.

Honey
"She... honestly didn't deserve what we put her through. She was a bit of an idiot, but she was a nice enough idiot."
Honey isn't someone that they were ever especially close to, but they do regret some of the things that she went through in Mourningstar.

Jeremy
"He was a bastard. I'm glad he's dead."
They hated him. Pure and simple they hated him, and they're quite happy that they don't ever have to see him again.

Louie
"God... If there's anyone in Mourningstar that I really regret being there, it's him. He didn't even have anything bad happen to him, he just... I dunno. I think it's because that if it wasn't for Mourningstar, he wouldn't have been another follower. He would have been my brother."
Catalyst is perhaps the saddest of all about Louie, largely because of what could have been if things had been different. They've obviously never had a brotherly bond with anyone else, but just when they were getting close, the dynamic changed in a way that Cat would come to absolutely hate. Of all the cultists, he's the one they wish they could have a fresh start with.

Mo
"She's an angel, isn't she? Yeah I never wanted kids but I have to admit that I'm happy she's part of my family now."
Again, they never wanted to be a parent. It was something they had every intention of actively avoiding, but when it came down to leaving her to die, how could they even consider the latter? They haven't regretted that for one second, even if they're now constantly paranoid that something will happen to her and unable to sleep because of it. They absolutely adore her and would do anything for her already.

Molly
"I think it's pretty obvious to everyone that I care about my mother a great deal, and that despite everything that's happened, we're pretty close. Quite frankly, she's amazing and I don't deserve to have someone like her in my life."
She's the one person that has never done anything to hurt or betray them, and though their relationship is in a rocky place right now, Cat would still do anything for her. As of now she's the only person that they will freely say "I love you" to, but that won't be the case for long. They trust her more than anyone else, though they don't see her as any sort of confidant. They're super protective of her, and want to keep her safe and well above all else.

Mordecai
"Mord's solid. He's a good doctor, a good dude, pretty sure he can fug someone up if he wants to, too, so that's alright."
They like him pretty decently; they mainly just trust him to do his job and if the situation calls on it, keep an eye on Molly, but they've got little to no reason to view him in any sort of negative light.

Mike
"He used to be something of a right hand to me, and now I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. Anyone can see that."
Yeah, Mike used to be someone they trusted a great deal but has since fallen... just about as low as you can get in their eyes. It's gonna be hard to change that, though part of them hopes he'll be able to. Another part is looking for that last reason to put a bullet in his head, but you know. It's all really complicated and messy, but they feel incredibly betrayed by his actions.

Paige
"She's annoying, and she does it on purpose which is even more annoying."
She is pretty successful at irritating the shit out of them, but if she were to suddenly stop they'd weirdly miss having her around.

Rico
"I knew him for three days a year and a half ago. He saved my life but I'll be just fine if our paths don't ever cross again."
They don't really have anything against Rico, but they'd still really rather not see him again.

Sheogorath
"Obviously I'm no fan of his, and I don't think I ever will be. He had his chance and he blew it spectacularly, but I'm pretty much over what happened."
They still think about what happened with him sometimes, but there isn't really any remorse or guilt or... anything. They aren't happy or sad, they're just over it. It's something that happened.

Susanna
"If I never see that crusty shrew again it'll be too soon."
Anyone stepping in to be like a mother to them is going to have a hard time filling Molly's shoes, but Susanna didn't rise up to the challenge whatsoever. She focused on Louie and the twins, Cat be damned. It was always abundantly clear that she only took them in because Derick wanted to, even to young Cat.

Susie
"Do I have to talk about her?"
Their relationship with Susie was and is incredibly complicated. Starting out as friends, she was the single true friend they had, she was their rock, she kept them sane and over time they developed a small crush on her.  However, after certain events they avoided her, never actually resolving things or speaking to her. They cared enough to say good bye to her when they left Mourningstar, but they shot down the idea that she might go with them. When she found them in the Badlands they tried to be sort of nice, though that ended up going out the door after a while. And that's where they left that, with Cat having thrown kerosene on the bridge and setting it ablaze.

Tydeus
"Pfft. I don't have a whole lot to say about him, but there's a whole lot I'd love to say to him. That's hardly new, though."
Their feelings towards Tyd are complicated and messy and no one understands them, least of all Cat. They sort of like him and being around him, but he also pisses them the fuck off quite a lot and they'd love nothing more than the chance to really tell him that one last time. And that's not even touching on the usurper/prisoner/slave/freer thing.


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The Badlands / The Casino EUPHORIC [MEETING]
« on: March 23, 2019, 05:48:20 PM »
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//tw for mentions of injuries/violence

The last meeting, they'd walked in with a fresh injury that no one could see. This time they entered the Casino (after doing their usual calls for attention first) sporting a bandage covering their cheek. Jeremy's last act of defiance had left a pretty good mark, and Cat had taken their sweet ass time seeing to it. The cut was covered now, though, and healing surprisingly well. It wasn't the only thing healing; they hopped up onto the billiard table a bit easier than last time, though they still had a subtle stiffness. The cardboard box was also positioned on the table, a small concession that they weren't able-bodied again yet. As usual, Cat waited for people to gather before jumping into things.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 03/22/19 • show
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
⇥ 03/21/93 ⇥ Named the baby Mo
⇥ 03/16/39 ⇥ Adopted a baby girl
⇥ 03/12/39 ⇥ Took Jeremy to Northstar and tortured him
⇥ 03/09/39 ⇥ Was stabbed by Mike
⇥ 03/03/39 ⇥ Took over Northstar District

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. 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 physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ 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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