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« on: March 10, 2019, 08:23:04 AM »
Oh, how he longs for the earth to take him.

Death, in his eyes, is long overdue. The cold, soothing presence of death herself was always welcome - not in his clinic but wrapped around his overgrown body, cooing sweet nothings in his ears while his body fell limp and his eyes rolled back into his skull. He worked mechanically, driven by nothing but the thought that one day, he’d be free of this tiresome daily routine. He told himself and his patients that death was nothing to fear, not on this hell of an earth. It was not so outwardly terrible that he would ever consider ending his own life (or anyone else’s, for that matter) but he considered it to be a kind of… Purgatory. Death in all her glory would take them to a better place.

Patients came and went. The majority of them either left on their own two feet or he carried them out in his arms like sleeping children on their way to the grave. He likes to think that he did all he could to ease their suffering and make their passing painless, but death is not indiscriminate. So many tearful, childish eyes singed with pain are burned into his memory. Joseph is glad his sleep is relatively dreamless, else those eyes would haunt him every night.

The town began to dwindle. A terrible sickness ripped through the town like a blade tearing through flesh. Without the safety net of vaccines or modern medicine, so many people fell ill that the town itself stopped functioning. The market was barren and the shops were all closed. The once tight-knit community grew further and further apart for fear of catching whatever horrible disease was floating in the air. The clinic was shut down after half his staff ended up in the graveyard. Baumann, who had yet to fall prey to the disease, had no choice but to close up shop and leave. It was only a matter of time before he too ended up dead, but he knew then he was not done here. Whatever his purpose was, he feels it was not fulfilled.

He left with a small bag of supplies. It wasn’t much, but it would last him for the three-day hike to the nearest town - or so he hoped. For the first day and a half, he does just fine, up until he comes across a couple of scrappy young men. He greets them with a reluctant smile, and they greet him with guns. He’s lucky they don’t kill him, but now he’s got another hundred miles to go without food or water or even a spare change of clothes. It’s all part of God’s plan, he thinks to himself with gritted teeth, pulling chunks of hair straight from his head.

By the time he gets there, he’s dehydrated, exhausted, and on his last legs. Not as close to death as he would like - that sly fox won’t let him get close to her even if he tried - but worn out enough to collapse as soon as he reaches the town. Baumann tries to orient himself, or to at least sit up on his knees, but his body is just dead weight. With a groan, Baumann decides he might as well take the opportunity to rest, and curls into a ball. It’s a little humiliating, but he’s so tired and sick he couldn’t care less. Oh, how he wishes he’d die right there and then. Gravel is not the soft, mossy deathbed he had been expecting, however it doesn’t matter how uncomfortable he is so long as that old heart of his gives out at this very moment. God, please.
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« Reply #1 on: March 10, 2019, 09:01:34 PM »
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//tw/cw for mentions of violence/injuries and kind of anti religious beliefs

They had been told many lies about their death. When they were younger, their mother told them they'd go to Heaven. When they got older, fell in with a fouler crowd, they were told that they'd go to Hell. And surely, if Heaven and Hell were real places, they'd be going to the latter. But the most ridiculous lie they had ever been told about their death, was the one that predicted that it would bring about the blackening of the sun. When they were younger, Cat could almost believe that they were some sort of god, that their birth did ring in the apocalypse, but that was one thing that they could never delude themself into believing.

They didn't know what lay beyond for them, or anyone else. They didn't think that anything did, but they weren't in any hurry to find out. Their primary objective might not be so much to survive as it was just be really hard to kill. And hey, so far it was working out for them, they'd just been stabbed and they were doing alright. It wasn't very deep and had missed their vital organs, but they'd still been stabbed and it still hurt. They carried on like normal, trying to hide that they were injured despite the soreness and the stiffness.

They knew that one day they wouldn't get so lucky, that one day Fate wouldn't look down upon them with the kindness they had been enjoying these past few months. One day She'd decide that the had done enough damage and cut them down where they stood. See, Catalyst didn't believe in any traditional god, or really any god. Fate was so much more than that to them, something that was hard to put into words. She was everything, and they felt her guiding them through everything they did.

When Cat spotted the figure curled up on the road, they frowned and approached slowly, cautiously, not sure what to expect. Their shadow fell across him, and they halted. "Oi. You alive?" Just by looking at the ball of human before them, they couldn't say they were convinced either way.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 03/09/19 • 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
⇥ 03/09/39 ⇥ Was stabbed by Mike
⇥ 03/03/39 ⇥ Took over Northstar District
⇥ 02/23/39 ⇥ Attended Hayley and Jackson's wedding
⇥ 02/17/39 ⇥ Had a heart to heart with Molly and Gavril

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/Panromantic ⇥ Essentially 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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« Reply #2 on: March 11, 2019, 05:10:24 AM »
The most Baumann can do is groan helplessly into the gravel, struggling to so much as push himself up. In any other situation, this would have been utterly humiliating, but men do funny things when they're desperate. He wishes this was it, that if he waits another minute death will surely consume him... but how cruel it is that Baumann is nowhere near dead. At the most he's just exhausted and thirsty - he's only been without food and water and sleep for what, a day? It's then that Baumann realizes he's being a bit melodramatic, and with what little strength he has, pushes himself to sit upright, only to face the stranger that had approached him.

"Unfortunately," he answers, weakly brushing the new dirt from his perpetually filthy coat. "Decided I would take a quick nap, yes..." Joseph laughs at his own feeble joke, but it does nothing to make the situation any less awkward.

Catalyst is quite the character. They can't be older than 20, sporting a look Baumann thinks is supposed to be either vaguely punk or really emo, give or take a few safety pins. Their tone, while not outright unkind, does not offer any kind of warmth or hospitality. He can understand why - who is this giant, overgrown man, and what is he doing here? He knows most towns nowadays are small and try to keep to themselves (for good reason), and he is no doubt an unwelcome intruder.

He thinks this is the place he spent three days looking for, assuming Catalyst isn't just some lone scavenger scrounging around the city. It's not as large or bustling as he thought it would be, but that's on him. Cities aren't what they used to be. "You, ah, wouldn't happen to have any water on you?" Fat chance this stranger he's known for about two seconds would spare him any kindness, but it's worth a shot.
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« Reply #3 on: March 12, 2019, 11:42:17 AM »
TW for mentions of death & depression

Have no feelings. Feel no pain. It was a lesson which Lucerne had come to learn from an early age. Repressed emotions could prevent the hurt of loss from ever existing. The grief of being the very reason for Cornelius' death was nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his own journey. But, if Lucerne had said this to anybody, they'd never expect that he was lying. Robotic and cool on the outside but heart aching like a fresh wound internally; it hurt. And, Lucerne was missing his brother. They never quite had the greatest of relationships - in fact the relationship between two brothers was as turbulent as a natural disaster, two exceptional minds clashing relentlessly - but they were still brothers nonetheless. Nobody quite understood the remarkable mind of Lucerne like Cornelius did and there was nobody in the world that Lucerne had met who could possibly keep up with him in the same way as Cornelius did.

But, he'd lost that now. And, it was his mistake for dragging Cornelius into this mess in the first place. Death was such an abstract concept, yet a concept which Lucerne was able to grasp onto fantastically. Yet, the sentiment behind losing someone to death as something still so unfathomable to him. Internally, he'd ache with bereavement but on the exterior, he was simply old Lucerne.

In an attempt to clear his very busy mind, Lucerne was walking. For the past month or so, he'd not exactly been too present in the world of the vicious Badlands. After all, he was unable to accept that Addy really quite wished to associate himself with such a group. But then again, why would that surprise Lucerne? The pair of them hadn't quite been getting on with one another since Cornelius died. On that very day, Lucerne didn't just lose Cornelius - he lost Addy, too. The only two people who Lucerne did hold close to his heart, lost in a single day. Lucerne wouldn't express his sorrow through emotion, but only through enigmatic actions.

In the distance there were two silhouettes, piquing Lucerne's interest. One was on the ground, it seemed, and the other stood nearby. Eyebrows furrowed together curiously, and it wasn't long before he purposefully strode over, briefly acknowledging Cat's presence as he stood nearby them, peering down at the older man apathetically. Taking a nap in the dirt? Lucerne blinked quizzically. He didn't quite pick up on the flippant joke, instead taking it quite seriously, evident in the way he watched the man with bafflement. "You could possibly do with more than just water." He commented sharply, nudging dirt the man's way with the tip of his shoe. "Malnutrition can lead to muscle weakness and depression; I suppose you're already half way there so best we assist you to prevent the latter."

Spoiler: tags :: updated 2/21 • show
basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ member of the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ currently a worm. unofficial medic.

appearance.
faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 75%
    current injuries: broken humerus & healing wounds across throat and cheek
⫸ mental health - 87%
    traumatized after discovering his brother's slaughtered corpse several weeks ago

personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn

relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not interested in any romance
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
    sees him as his person
    doesn't view their relationship as romantic
    loyalty lies with him entirely

interaction.
storage // plot
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ will be acting out of character as he is still grieving over the loss of his brother
TW. he is an active drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine
    some interactions with him may be whilst he is under the influence of said drugs



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« Reply #4 on: March 12, 2019, 02:11:37 PM »
Malnutrition? Baumann presses a hand to his growling belly and is somewhat surprised when he feels not a pudgy gut but a concave stomach. His hunger had gone mostly unnoticed for some time. He must have worked himself to the bone. It has been a few busy months, with barely any time to breathe, let alone stop for a bite to eat... there's plenty of time for him now that the graveyard is full. The pang in his belly was not as debilitating as the sandy texture of his throat, how dry his mouth was. Baumann didn't care to feed himself. He just wanted something to soothe his burning throat.

Depression is something that has long since plagued him. Not that he's just aching to hurl himself off a bridge or anything, but there has always been an emptiness deep inside that he's spent some 25 years ignoring with busywork. That's not something he'll mention, not to a bunch of strangers, but Lucerne's remark makes him think.

To hide the tremble in his arm as he sets it down, Baumann jokes, "Thanks, Doctor. You gonna charge me a hundred bucks for that one?" Lucerne's accent makes him wonder if he'll understand at all. He looks quite young, too - not as young as Catalyst, but definitely lacking a lot of wrinkles or the obvious signs of aging like he so proudly wears. It'd be a gamble to say either of them know what a joke healthcare used to be, when there was a system even in place.

From the ground, on his knees, Baumann smiles and offers a hand. Not to shake, but for one of them to be a lamb and help him stand. "Dr. Joseph Baumann. What's the name of this place? I've been travelling for so long to get here."
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« Reply #5 on: March 12, 2019, 06:50:39 PM »
Unlike the others, smart remarks are not Gabriel's forte, especially when faced with a worn-looking stranger who looked as if he had not eaten a proper meal in days. He symphasized with him; being hungry did not feel good at all. He arrived near Catalyst, blue eyes resting on the doctor and observing him as he introduced himself. A medic, huh? How curious; his mother had been a nurse before the blackout. He knew how to wrap bandages, and that was pretty much the extent of his medical knowledge. These days, however, Gabriel yearned to learn more. People were injuring themselves left and right, especially in bandit country. "This is the Badlands." He informed softly.

Gabe noticed that the older man was holding out his hand and looked as if he needed help standing on his own twos. "Here," He would take Baumann's hand in his and hoist him to his feet before standing back to give him some space. Also, the boy offered, "I could get you something to eat too, if you want?" He had not introduced himself yet, as he didn't find it necessary to. This man was obviously exhausted and weak, and he was ready to head off to the food stores to fetch something for the poor fellow. While some people around here wanted to keep the "bad" reputation that this group promised, Gabriel wasn't willing to conform to their morals. Not anymore. Would helping a stranger not die be such a crime? Not to him, at least.
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« Reply #6 on: March 12, 2019, 08:02:49 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: injury, blood

Though she looked about as innocent as a little girl could, Cleo was predisposed to subtle mischief, though it could easily get her into trouble. The girl had gone through a lot in her short life, and if she was skeptical and pragmatic, it was only because she knew just how shitty people could be. While she was nearly thirteen, the girl looked to be no more than eleven, with her short stature and childish features.

She'd been caught breaking into (what she had discovered later to be) the leader's house, and while she was allowed to join in some way, she was stuck doing shitty tasks until she "paid back what she had taken" whatever that meant. She hadn't actually gotten away with anything, if she had well, she wouldn't be in this shithole surrounded by absolute assholes.

The lithe child crept towards the conversation that was ongoing. She didn't mind being in the way, but any situation that Cat was a part of, the little girl was a bit wary of. She had been raised for a portion of her life with the image of Cat as a deity. And while she thought it was all rubbish, it still unnerved her the way that the leader moved, and talked, and... existed.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she looked from one person to the next. She vaguely recognized the faces, though she tired not to associate too much with people, she found that the more time she spent in conversations, the more likely she was to be called out for her absolute bullshit. She wasn't the innocent little child that she pretended, in fact, she was quite the opposite.

The whole reason that her family had sought out the "Cult of Cat" as Cleo so named it, was because they thought their daughter was possessed by a demon, or was a demon. Either way, they wanted her to be exorcised. She shuddered slightly at the thought, and the memory... just the name of the man who had preformed the "ceremony" sent shivers down here spine, and her mind into a state of panic. She didn't know what she'd ever do if she came face to face with the man.

That was neither here, nor there however, she was here in the... what did they call themselves? Blackbands? Scraplands? Blandhands? Something like that, she wasn't entirely certain, and she really didn't care. Slinking around the situation on the outskirts she observed the actions and reactions of not only the persons who lived here, but this newcomer.
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« Reply #7 on: March 12, 2019, 08:36:33 PM »
Yes, yes, it's all so tragic. What's really tragic is the way Gabriel looks at him, the tone of voice he presents. It's so backwards. He had devoted his life to serving the public - from a young age all he wanted to do was help, and then began his bad habit of refusing help from others. It pains him to be a burden like this, but his body is still a tad too weak to lift himself up on his own. He takes the boy's hand graciously, a new, genuine smile gracing his face. It reaches his eyes this time, wrinkling the corners up. "Thank you very much," he says gently.

He may sway in the wind, but it only takes a moment to orient himself. He releases Gabriel to cross his arms across his chest, now hyper-aware of how bony he feels. This is the first time anyone's ever called attention to it. Maybe in that town, everyone was a bit skinny, so it went unnoticed. Even so, it isn't the dull ache in his stomach he seeks to soothe. His throat is killing him, feeling like the cracked concrete ground of a desert suffering a drought. Joseph shakes his head at Gabriel and says, "Oh, no, it's fine. I just need some water, that is all... my throat is killing me." His voice is crackling and dry.

Along comes another one, this time a little girl. Baumann looks her up and down - searching for bruises, a habit he can't kick. She says nothing, staring him down with watchful eyes, and Joseph meets her stare with his own kind gaze. If she won't speak, neither will he.

"The Badlands," Baumann repeats with a wheezing chuckle. "Ominous. Is it so bad here?"
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« Reply #8 on: March 12, 2019, 09:47:18 PM »
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The next few moments pass very quickly. Cat didn't have any water on their person, so they turned around to ask if anyone in the patrol had some. They weren't a monster (well, they were, but they liked to think that their deplorable actions had a reason) so they'd be willing to share some water with the half dead man. But then Lucerne was striding forward, saying that he'd need more than just water. Well, yeah, that was pretty clear, but water was a start. They listened to the brief interaction between the two men with as much patience as they could summon, though fortunately Gabe came forward to help Joseph up. Dr. Joseph Braumann. Well, doctors were always a good thing to have running around, weren't they?

An npc passed a canteen of water to Catalyst, which they in turn offered to the old man. "It depends on who you ask." And how you defined "bad". The quality of life, for example, was decent for the apocalypse. The things they did to afford such luxury? Those were bad. "I'm Catalyst, I'm the one in charge. That's Lucerne, Gabe, and Cleo." Though the girl had stayed back and stayed silent, there was very little that escaped their notice.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 03/09/19 • 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
⇥ 03/09/39 ⇥ Was stabbed by Mike
⇥ 03/03/39 ⇥ Took over Northstar District
⇥ 02/23/39 ⇥ Attended Hayley and Jackson's wedding
⇥ 02/17/39 ⇥ Had a heart to heart with Molly and Gavril

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/Panromantic ⇥ Essentially 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

YOU GOT ME COMING BACK FOR MORE
I'VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE