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welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« on: January 08, 2019, 11:37:06 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: death of human and animals, blood, profanity, a lot of violence, breaking bones, guns, mentions alcohol.

Two days, it didn't seem like a long time. 48 hours, well probably around 56 hours if he was keeping absolute track, which he was. Michael had done this before, and just like the last time it felt like going through hell, perhaps it was a good taste of what was to come. His face glistened with sweat, his appetite was non-existent, and when he did force himself to eat he either felt like shit, or didn't end up keeping the food in his system for that long. And yet, it had been 56 hours since his last drink.

He looked down at his shaking hands and sighed inwardly, it wasn't that he was exceptionally weak at the moment, just a bit unsteady. Quitting cold-turkey seemed like actual torture, and he would give anything to have another drink, well, not anything he reminded himself angrily. He hated who he was when he drank, and yet he had continued drinking more and more to the point of self-destruction. It was a matter of survival now for him to quit. And so far he had been rather successful.

Trembling fingers ran through the soft, silky fur of one of his two canines. He hadn't seen the other in a few hours, which was beginning to worry him. Aurum was pregnant after all, and the dog shouldn't be too far from him, though he would never cage her up, put her on a chain and keep her next to him at all times, it was something he could never do. He looked at his companion Argentum and smiled weakly, a pounding beginning to thrum in his head, like the bass line of a very drum heavy song.

The soldier winced at the sounds crashing in the back of his head, and made up his mind. He would go for a walk on the beach, nothing made him feel better than walking along the ocean shore, the smell of salt air stinging his lungs and eyes, the sound of the ocean drowning out nearly every intrusive, angry thought that tried to worm it's way into his brain. As he made up his mind, the muscular man pulled his coat on over a fairly clean hoodie, and slipped from his small beach house, his grey-blue dog following behind him like a silver shadow.

At first he thought the figure in the distance was just a trick of his mind, something coming from his withdrawal from alcohol, but as he neared it was obvious that it was not. A figure lay splayed out on the sand, it's golden fur muted with fresh, and drying blood. It's jaw still locked around the leg of a very angry looking man. Mike recognized the man faster than he cared to have. It was a figure from his past, a person he had hoped was dead. But it seemed that he was not so lucky, and with a twisted feeling in his stomach he stepped forward, his eyes torn between staring at the unmoving figure of Aurum, and the sinister man standing over her.

"Nathaniel." His voice seemed to be torn from his chest, the sound wrenched from deep down, full of pain, anger, anguish. His eyes fixed on the face of the guilty party, and his hand went immediately to his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, two gunshots rang out. One, two. He felt one of the bullets tear through the flesh in his arm, and while he did not drop the gun he was propelled backwards a few feet. It took him a few seconds to see where the other shot had landed, he would have moved towards the now still figure, but the man was still alive.

Seconds later his own gun fired, once, he caulked the gun again, twice and again, three times three shots hitting his opponents chest, the man's body lurching backwards with every shot. In his head he knew that one bullet would have sufficed. But he could not let that man die without pain, not for what he had done to Mike's only friends. As the man fell to the ground, Mike sprinted forward, kicking the gun from the grasp of Nathaniel.  "Why?" He inquired coldly.

He watched Nathaniel smile weakly, his face pale, "You would never feel this much hurt from dying yourself. You always were weak." There was sickening laugh, well whimper more like, it seemed that one of the bullets had ripped through the man's chest, emptying into one of his lungs. Serve him right, he deserved the pain. Swiftly, without thinking, Michael grabbed the man's arm, snapping it deftly, and watching the smug expression change to a stomach turning grimace. "I will break every bone in your body, and even after that, I'll leave you to be eaten alive by the gulls on the beach."

Michael felt no sympathy as he began to systematically break bones, starting with the smaller ones before moving his way to the center. The pelvis broken, he paused in his work to wipe the scarlet blood from his hands, his arm was throbbing from the bullet that had torn through his flesh. "Fuck." With a swear he tore a piece from his undershirt and wrapped it around the bullet wound, using a stick to tighten the bandage to the point of almost cutting off circulation. Almost.

The man nodded satisfied before getting back to his revenge. It would not bring the dogs back, but it would certainly make him feel better, and in a few hours the ocean would wash away any trace that this had happened. Each rib was crushed by Michael, pressing down with his heel, and then stamping down, he got a gasp of pain from Nathaniel from each, his reactions growing weaker and weaker. Finally there was nothing left to break, well, aside from his neck, but that would put him out of his misery.

He was about to slam his booted foot into the man's face, even though he didn't want to let him die so easily when at tiny sound caught his ears. His head jerked towards the source, it was coming from Aurum, the golden dog, but the animal was already dead. However, it seemed that she had given birth, there were three stillborns, never to know the joys and sorrows of the world, but there was one living pup, one looking much like her mother, a beautiful golden puppy, her eyes still closed.

Michael stopped, sprinting towards the animal and scooping her up, placing her in his jacket, it was only after seeing his own blood, her mother's blood, and Nathaniel's blood on the innocent creature that Michael realized the full extent of what he had done. If he was this dangerous while becoming sober, perhaps he shouldn't even, he shuddered, falling to his knees, his body suddenly exhausted. He wasn't crying, nor was he laughing, perhaps a slight mixture of the two. It was hard to think straightly with his mind so muddled and his heart racing so fast.

There he knelt for hours, the tide slowly creeping in, until he was reminded of reality by the biting cold of the ocean, and the small whimper from the motherless pup. "Jesus." He whispered, grasping his rosary. He couldn't say he was shocked, or horrified, even angry at himself. Probably not even repentant, but he crossed himself nonetheless, his attention turning back to Nathaniel who hadn't moved, eyes fixed on him, for a moment Michael thought the man was dead, but he was not.

He had no energy now, nothing, he couldn't say anything as he knelt in the water, the tiny creature clutched to his chest. What was he supposed to do? The swirling ocean water around him rippling, swirling red with the blood from Aurum and Argentum, his own blood, and Nathaniel's blood. He had no idea what he was going to do... what he was supposed to do.

[ author's note: i have no words to describe how i feel. ]
« Last Edit: January 08, 2019, 11:39:08 PM by MICHAEL. »
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Re: welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« Reply #1 on: January 09, 2019, 01:53:45 AM »
There was no one single face that could take the blame for every misfortune in their life. There'd been several people responsible for various miseries, and no one stood out as especially bad. Well, perhaps Derick; his influence on their life had... perhaps not been the best, he'd gotten them to do some pretty bad things and had hurt a lot of people, but he wasn't responsible for the deaths of their loved ones, or anything like that.

The sun was beating down heavily, making them squint. Today's rounds had brought them past the beach, and for a moment they almost passed, but then they noticed the figures there. One was laying on the sand, the other kneeling in the sea. Weird. They walked over, noting that the man crumpled in the sand wasn't their own and was beaten beyond hope of healing. The other figure was Michael, and he was clinging to a puppy. Not far away one of his dogs was lying, apparently dead. "You had quite a night, didn't you?" They asked, stepping over the body (Jesus, he was still alive) and towards Michael.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/03/19 • 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
Top Dog (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
⇥ 01/02/39 ⇥ Helped fight off Sheogorath's captors
⇥ 12/31/38 ⇥ Discovered Sheogorath's journal
⇥ 12/30/38 ⇥ Held their first meeting, which can't be summarized briefly
⇥ 12/29/38 ⇥ Confronted Jeremy, their old captor
⇥ 12/27/38 ⇥ Took over as leader of the Badlands

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
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ 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
I've been defeated I begged for what I needed
I suffered now I'm ready for war

Re: welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« Reply #2 on: January 09, 2019, 06:40:25 PM »
[ mentions of blood ]

Gabriel could not say that he had any sworn enemies, especially personal ones. Anyone who posed a threat to him in any way could be considered an enemy, he supposed, but he did not currently hold a personal vendetta against anybody. After all, he had only been out and about in the world for less than half a year and had not been around long enough to make any enemies. Hopefully he never... would. Although, at least he'd know how to put up a fight if it came down to that.

Gunshots, he had heard several of them coming from the beach. The sound was never good, and although someone could have just been aiming at targets, Gabe could never be too sure. Who was he to cower and hide in the corner of his room? He was a Chamber now, someone who was of high status among the group. He needed to confront his problems, not flee from them. The boy slipped on his sneakers quickly and whisked down the street and to the beach. What he found was blood, lots of it, and a messy scene before him. "What..." He trailed off, blue eyes widening in surprise as he surveyed the b r o k e n body on the floor as well as Michael who was clearly hurt and bloodied as well. Gabe moved forward cautiously, taking care with each step. "What the hell?" Who was this person, who was barely even breathing? What had happened to his dog, and why was he nursing a newborn puppy? There were so many questions that Gabriel could have asked in that moment, but that was all that came to mind for now.
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Re: welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« Reply #3 on: January 13, 2019, 01:44:17 AM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence

Michael knelt motionless, the pup still clutched in his arms, perhaps if he had acted sooner the puppy could have been saved. It had been the runt of the litter, barely alive at birth, and slowly dying. It had been too weak to survive in the cruel world. A harsh reality that Michael did not wish to face as the puppy's limp form was clutched to his chest, and still he could not move, his breath was ragged, his eyes fixed on the spot where Nathaniel lay, still alive... though barely.

He only moved his head, finally, when the sound of someone approaching caught his ear, Cat wasn't a threat though, and Michael could tell it was the leader by the way they walked, they'd been here long enough to identify some things about the people around him, it helped him not be quite so on edge... though he supposed it didn't matter all that much if he broke someone so completely as he just had.

Mike slowly rose to his feet, the limp form of the puppy falling from his arms to the ground. What was the use? Taking a deep breath he waited for a minute, not trusting himself to speak just yet. His eyes were red, and it was probably something that Cat would notice, the boss was quite observant. "What of it?" He inquired almost dismissively, though the situation at hand was anything but subtle.

He didn't feel like explaining his actions to anyone, even himself. And having to talk about the raw emotion that had been wrenched from him seemed worse than being shot repeatedly, something which he had experience from. There were a number of bullet wounds that were at various stages of healing, some freshly inflicted that morning, some two or so decades older. Whatever the injury though, Mike remembered the when and the where, and when it was applicable, the why.

Just like he never forgot the face of a person he killed, he knew the ones who cried, who begged, who pleaded... he could tell others of the ones who had been strong and stoic to the end. The young, the old, the ones who deserved it, the ones who didn't. The faces haunted his dreams, his memory, even his waking hours, and the screams, the sobs, the pleading, that didn't go away either. Gabriel had said something, it took a few moments for him to comprehend.

It was an exclamation of disbelief... or shock, Mike wasn't sure which. But it was obvious the boy was not used to seeing situations like this on a daily basis. "Fitting. That's where he's headed." He nudged the broken body of the man with a booted toe, listening to the wince and whimper of pain that came from Nathaniel's lips. "Fucking psychopath!" The man's voice was barely a whisper, and it sounded pained... Michael huffed, good.

"Should probably get this cleaned up." He added coldly, as if his two closest friends in the world hadn't just been murdered. And as though he had not just broken many bones in a man's body, leaving him to drown in the ocean or his own blood that was slowly filling his lung as he thought. There was no sentiment in his voice, just a matter of fact statement.

To say he wasn't grieving though, would be a gross injury to Michael, he was barely holding himself together, but he knew that this was not the time or place to show such weakness. Yes he had loved his canine companions with every particle of his heart, but loss was not something at all new to the man.
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Re: welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« Reply #4 on: January 14, 2019, 12:22:21 AM »
Perhaps there were people out in the world that would be happy to see Catalyst dead. Actually, they were quite sure that "perhaps" was "definitely", though the names had comfortably faded since there was no one Cat especially wanted dead. Well, there was Jeremy, but the two were giving each other a wide berth for the time being. It was for the best, but they both knew that a clash was inevitable. Catalyst may take their time in enacting their revenge, but unless they truly forgave something or let it slide completely (a rarity), the revenge would inevitably come.

Their eyebrows twitched upwards at the response, and they surveyed the scene before once more returning their focus to Michael. "I shouldn't have to explain my interest, that should be clear enough on its own." They said, crossing their arms. "Though perhaps your mind is a bit addled right now. Happens to the best of us." They drummed their fingers against their arm, trying to decide how best to word the next sentence. "You wanna dictate how this gets cleaned up or leave it to me?"

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/03/19 • 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
Top Dog (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
⇥ 01/02/39 ⇥ Helped fight off Sheogorath's captors
⇥ 12/31/38 ⇥ Discovered Sheogorath's journal
⇥ 12/30/38 ⇥ Held their first meeting, which can't be summarized briefly
⇥ 12/29/38 ⇥ Confronted Jeremy, their old captor
⇥ 12/27/38 ⇥ Took over as leader of the Badlands

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
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ 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
I've been defeated I begged for what I needed
I suffered now I'm ready for war

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Re: welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« Reply #5 on: January 14, 2019, 04:29:04 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: alcohol, blood, profanity, violence

Michael frowned as he listened to Cat, honestly, the fact that the boss was trying to nudge their way into this was a bit annoying. He had no real intention of letting anyone know about his past if he could at all help it. Though sometimes there were situations where he did need to let some information slip, but that was his choice, not Cat's, not Creed's, not Willy's, not anyone. He frowned slightly at that last name sneaking into his thought, Will had been dead for so long, why must he come back to haunt him again?

Mike knew why, Will's daughter, Mike's goddaughter was here now, and the fact that Creed was around, alive and breathing tore at his heart despite the fact that he pretended not to have one. He sighed softly, taking deep breaths to slow his increased heart rate, and calm himself down enough to remember what the conversation was. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to drown his memories in alcohol, but as much as he wanted it, there was none on his person.

He wasn't sure how to explain this though, and finally he just shrugged, "Sorry boss, you're right." Was Cat really right though? Mike tried not to lie, though sometimes he felt it easier to do so than to escalate a situation, not that this situation could get much worse. "He's a face from my past, and he shot my dogs." There it was, he killed the only things that had mattered to Mike (up until Creed had sauntered in so nonchalantly.)

He frowned again at the question, shaking his head as he began to nod, no, there was something he needed to do first. "Give me a sec boss." Kneeling down beside Nate, Mike felt a cold sensation crash over him, his heartbeat slowed, his mind cleared, and as he leaned his head forward letting his lips brush the man's ear, he began to whisper.

"I know what I did, I live with what I've done every second of my life. But if you think that coming here, plotting all these years to kill me, to make me suffer somehow makes you better than me, you're wrong. You never deserved him as a brother, and your actions today prove that." He paused listening to Nate's shallow breathing, and listened to him whisper his own words, "You never deserved him... he was always too good for you, and when he finally realized that, you killed him, son of a-". Mike cut off his whispered response, with one of his own, his soft words a hiss, "I know where my final destination is, I've made my peace with it. But if you think for a second that you'll be going to heaven, that you'll ever see your brother again, then you're more deluded than I thought," Michael moved his head away for a moment, licking his lips before continuing louder.

"You're here, dying slowly, and I'm still alive, the only thing you succeeded in doing, Nate, is sealing your own fate." Mike pushed himself to his feet, grunting at the painful sensation that stemmed from the gunshot wound. He looked towards Cat, and shrugged his shoulders, "He's all yours boss." The man answered, not sparing the near-dead corpse a glance.

He didn't care if anyone had heard the whispered conversation with Nate, which made him wonder why he'd whispered it. Michael didn't have an answer for that, all he had was a feeling that perhaps, perhaps he had set right the scales, had done justice do his companions though they now lay dead on the beach. Would he bury them? No, they deserved a blaze of glory as their souls drifted to heaven.

He staggered forward and sank into the sand breathing heavily, right now he just needed to rest for a few minutes, wait for Cat to do... whatever the sadistic fuck wanted to do with Nate... Mike certainly didn't care.
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Re: welcome to the jungle >> open; 100th post!
« Reply #6 on: January 16, 2019, 10:21:05 PM »
//tw for murder


They stood back while Michael spoke to the man in hushed tones; they caught a few words here and there, but most of the conversation went unheard by the Top Dog. Finally, Michael stepped back with a brief "he's all yours, boss". Without hesitation they stepped forward, bringing out a pocket knife with a small click. They knelt beside Nathaniel and pushed their sleeves back, then with an efficient movement drew a deep cut through Nate's throat. Cat wiped the blade on the man's clothes then stood up, tucking the knife away. "I'll give you a minute. C'mon, kid." The latter was said towards Gabriel; they jerked their head to the side and started heading away from the scene.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/03/19 • 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
Top Dog (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
⇥ 01/02/39 ⇥ Helped fight off Sheogorath's captors
⇥ 12/31/38 ⇥ Discovered Sheogorath's journal
⇥ 12/30/38 ⇥ Held their first meeting, which can't be summarized briefly
⇥ 12/29/38 ⇥ Confronted Jeremy, their old captor
⇥ 12/27/38 ⇥ Took over as leader of the Badlands

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
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ 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
I've been defeated I begged for what I needed
I suffered now I'm ready for war