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big bad world | open.
« on: March 31, 2019, 04:18:01 PM »
tw. implied past abuse, death, broken limbs

Lucerne was not very good with living things, which was a bold claim considering he was trained to be a medic. However, he could not quite be trusted when it came to all other things that did not include medical attention - affection, emotion, empathy... All of those seemed to be unfounded in the tall and unkempt man. After all, machines couldn't care for life. But, what Lucerne was good at was attempting to fix people, heal them in a way in which he only knew how to. He could never lend an ear to help heal their souls, but he surely could attempt to fix their cuts and bruises.

He'd never fixed an animal, though. Truth be told, Lucerne adored animals. When he was only a young boy, he grew up with a faithful hound, their family dog called Milton. Milton was his closest friend, his only friend throughout years of hardship in his life. His fondest memory was when he'd take a little row boat out into the middle of the pond, Milton facing him as he lay by his feet, gazing up as Louie the Pirate ventured across the sea. Lucerne was an adventurous child, often outside playing with Milton, his only friend. But, anyone else would do the same if they had to live in a household like the Nouvel's. Playing outside with Milton kept Lucerne away from his father. Playing outside with Milton was what kept Louie safe.

When Milton passed away, Lucerne made a vow to himself to never allow another pet in his life. He'd be betraying the loyalty of his First Mate, the hound who had been there for him when nobody else had been. He made a vow to himself that caring for others only proved to be detrimental. Wanting to save a dog like Milton had saved him was something that Lucerne never in his lifetime expected to happen. He ripped the curtains open to his room, staring out into the quiet distance. He was silent in contemplation, brooding, until he saw it. Limping, weight entirely off one paw, was a lone hound, malnourished and feeble. Lucerne squinted, staring over for moments as he saw the red dog sniffing around for what he assumed was the dog looking for something to fill its stomach with.

The brunet lowered his gaze, frozen in one spot as he needed to swiftly make a decision. Eyes shifted to the side, his rucksack placed messily to one side of his bedroom. And then, he hesitantly turned to approach it, crouching down as he scratched through his equipment. In that moment, he'd made up his mind. A doctor couldn't reject a patient. Even if it was a dog; it was in his innate nature to do what he could to assist. And so, he hauled the rucksack onto his back and made his way out and over to the dog.

He was cautious, and so was the dog. It hopped away from Lucerne skittishly, ears folding back. It was afraid. So was Lucerne. The man lowered down as he crouched, holding a hesitant hand out as a sort of peace offering. "Hello." He uttered lowly, though his voice was considerably more gentle and kind than it had ever been towards any human being. The dog was hesitant, whites of its eyes showing as it peered over to Lucerne, not quite trusting his intentions. But then, many moments later, she eventually approached in a slow, uncertain limp, leaning closer, albeit fearfully, to sniff his hand.

"Come here..." Lucerne mumbled softly, sighing as the dog neared him enough for him to stroke her head gently. "Oh, look at you." She shied away as he stroked her, Lucerne sitting back on the ground as he then carefully pulled his rucksack to his side and began to remove the contents out of the bag. First, a tin of corned beef. He kept it in there just in case he were to ever leave. After all, he had to eat something during his travels. But, the dog needed it more than him. And so, he peeled the lid open, nudging the can over to the hound who seemed suspicious at first. But then, she was quick to chow down on the food hastily. "All right, lets see this leg." He finally stated quietly, the dog willingly allowing Lucerne to hold her paw gently whilst she ate. "Don't be afraid." He whispered as he examined the injury... A broken leg.

He sighed before beginning to scratch through his bag. He didn't have any splint to hold the leg in place, but he knew that he would do whatever he could to help her regardless. Cocking his head to the side as he watched her eat, he was quiet, curious. "You and I are both the same, I believe." He mumbled quietly. In this moment, he was Louie. He wasn't Lucerne. Just a young, scared boy with his dog. The tiniest glimmer of a smile grew to his lips as he watched her tail wag at his voice, soon to polish off the entire can of food before glancing up to watch him once more. "Not only have we sustained similar injuries, but perhaps you too just need some company. Sometimes we believe that we are designed to be alone." He was silent for a moment, watching the dogs tail wag anxiously before he said in a hushed whisper, "But that doesn't mean we don't feel the loneliness associated with it."

And with that, he stood up, the genuine smile quick to fall off his lips and return back to his infamous deadpan appearance. He had to search for a splint. Anything to help this dog.

// Please wait for @Sheogorath to reply first!

Spoiler: tags :: updated 3/29 • 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 - 70%
    traumatized after discovering his brother's slaughtered corpse several weeks ago
    has been showing signs of major depressive disorder

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

« Last Edit: March 31, 2019, 04:23:38 PM by LUCERNE. »
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Re: big bad world | open.
« Reply #1 on: March 31, 2019, 04:58:31 PM »
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and i say to myself, what a wonderful world
( tw mention of injury and animal neglect )

The street was quiet, empty, as his leather boots pressed with an uneven gait against the pavement, the limp in his left leg evident, in a half ruined display. Only a thin pair of ripped jeans hid the horrific scarring that laced the flesh there, the result of a wolf's feral brutality. Sheogorath's mind was empty for the moment, as a gentle breeze caressed his facial features and tugged lightly at his red hair. Amber eyes scanned the road ahead, shaded by man-made structures. He rounded a shadowy corner a moment later, and that was when his senses picked up on something strange, a voice. Shifting his skull to accommodate the sight of another male, he quickly took note, with a studious, fiery gaze, of the situation, hearing the words that flowed past the lips of Lucerne. Loneliness, in his solitary depression, he knew the touch of its foul grip, how it threatened to drag him further into the dark abyss of his struggling psyche.

As for the dog, Sheogorath had had a few. They always seemed to die on him. His last was a german shepard, a faithful companion until the very end, shot by a rogue bandit while he had been patrolling the border one day. He had grieved, of course, and he doubted he'd ever keep another dog again. But this one looked injured, limping, much like he was. She had a broken leg. He knew what that felt like, and pity welled within his heart. Though his expression remained stoic and neutral, the man approached the scene, his leather boots crunching through the cracked grit of the paved street. Some company would be nice, he supposed, and perhaps he could find a way to help assist the hound, if only because it ached in his thoughts to think about her pain, her suffering, when he compared it to that of his own, left alone in the frigid cold of Flintlock's mountains after his tumble off a cliff, broken leg burning in his blood. He didn't want the dog to feel as alone and as hopeless as he had felt in those moments. He didn't want anyone to feel like that, much less something so innocent.

It was hard to believe, sometimes, that he had once been ruthless, a warlord, a murderer. That past was long since behind him, but still it haunted his mind, the spirits of those that he had slain hovering within his thoughts. One who hadn't known him would never suspect that the former underboss had once been more of a monster than even Catalyst, although that was debatable, he supposed. Lucerne might have heard stories about him, rumors that so often circulated, but Sheogorath doubted anyone could suspect his violent past just by acquainting themselves with who he was now. Firm, and unyielding, but not cruel. Not evil. Not how he used to be. There was compassion burning within the confines of his fast beating heart, and it would linger there for awhile still. There were few people that didn't deserve his kindness. The cruel of the world. But this dog...she needed it more than anyone else in that moment.

"Greetin's." A thick scottish accent laced a neutral tone, as Sheogorath took a bold few steps closer. The cursed worm and traitor to the Badlands didn't know if his presence would be welcome by the other man, so he was cautious. He didn't know Lucerne yet. He didn't know if he was a threat. He didn't know if he was a monster. So he'd give him the benefit of the doubt in his mind, and let him prove whether or not he was worth spending time with. "That dog has a nasty injury. Need any help?" He didn't know if the dog belonged to Lucerne, as further inspection revealed her to be quite malnourished, ribcage evident amidst skin. He certainly hoped she didn't belong to the other man. If she did, he'd promptly be relieved of the hound, but Sheogorath wouldn't jump to assumptions. "Is she a stray?" He inquired, tone questioning and curious, and silently hopeful, though it was a sad fate for any canine, to be uncared for in such a harsh world, at least that would mean Lucerne wasn't neglecting her. The more he watched, though, the more he realized her fate as a stray was more likely. After all, the other man was feeding her, and trying to help.


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WITH THEIR VOICES SOFT AS THUNDER

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Re: big bad world | open.
« Reply #2 on: April 03, 2019, 04:54:43 PM »
A thick brogue was heard behind Lucerne, causing the man to freeze in one spot for a moment before turning to peer over at who'd greeted him. A man, tall and lean like he was, stood nearby, focused on the injured hound. Naturally, Lucerne was quite withdrawn - quite was an understatement. He was awfully pathetic when it came to people skills, and consistently coming across as demeaning didn't help the fact that Lucerne always appeared to hate the company of people. It was partly true; sometimes - most of the time - people were enough to give him a headache, make him roll his eyes and bluntly state that they ought to go away. He tried, though. In fact, he tried his very hardest to involve himself in social groups and... The sorts. However, as hard as he tried, he often tended to drive people away instead of draw them in. Why did he do this? Why was he so incapable?

And so, it was not much of a surprise to see Lucerne squint very slightly at the approaching man. It was not as if Lucerne knew anything about Sheogorath's past. In fact, he knew very little about him and, if he did, he doubted that it would possibly tarnish whatever opinion Lucerne would soon have of the Scottish man. After all, Lucerne wasn't quite one to stick to the status quo - Did he look like the sort of man to be anything else but unconventional? And so, he slowly lowered his gaze again to the hound again as he wandered nearby, sniffing around nervously. "Quite." He responded bluntly to the man pointing out the dog's injuries. Yes, the injury looked appalling. However, it was nothing that Lucerne hadn't seen before in his lifetime. He peered around, pursing his lips before pointing out, "You can hold her down for me, that would be... Uh... Delightful."

His voice was distant, distracted as he scratched about, until he managed to find a small bit of wood which could act as a temporary splint for the dog. Whilst he returned to his bag, disinfecting the piece, he paused for a moment to glance at the man once again briefly. Returning to his work, he was silent for a moment longer before mumbling, "Yes... I only just found her wandering around." He began to prepare the equipment that he wanted to use to help her before nodding towards the dog. "Hold her down now, that would be lovely." And then, he got to work.

Starting off with diluted hydrogen peroxide, he gently cleaned the wound on her leg, tongue poking out mindlessly between his lips as he concentrated. The dog squirmed, Lucerne sighing gently before beginning to dab iodine on the wound. Next, he covered it in gauze, holding the plank of wood down the straightened leg before beginning to secure it to the leg with bandages. "There we go." He mumbled softly to the hound, gazing at her. Finally, he nodded to himself, proud of the work he'd done, before glancing at Sheo. "Perfect. I... I don't know what to do with her now." He paused, standing up before gesturing pathetically. "Allow her free?... I'd monitor her, but..." He paused. He had no excuse not to welcome her into his room, other than the fact she was afraid.

Suddenly, the hound pawed at him with her unhurt leg, Lucerne raising his eyebrows with surprise. "Oh, you're thanking me?" His breathy voice uttered, "Just wait until you get the medical bill; I doubt you'd be impressed then." 

Spoiler: tags :: updated 3/29 • 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 - 70%
    traumatized after discovering his brother's slaughtered corpse several weeks ago
    has been showing signs of major depressive disorder

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 #3 on: April 05, 2019, 11:24:43 AM »
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and i say to myself, what a wonderful world
He wanted Sheogorath to...hold the dog down? That meant two things. The first was that he was probably going to get bit, and the dog wasn't exactly tiny either. No, she had teeth, sharp ones. And the second was that Sheogorath now had the idea in his head that Lucerne must be some type of healer. A veterinarian, perhaps? The red haired man's curiosity only grew as he watched the other male disinfect the wood. Reaching for the animal, Sheogorath leaned toward the dog and gripped her tightly, holding her to the rough grit of the street. He didn't want to hurt her, but this Lucerne fellow seemed to have a good grasp on how to help, so he'd do his best to assist.

As the wound was being cleaned, the hound squirmed. Sheogorath wasn't as strong as he used to be, and keeping his grip on the writhing animal wasn't exactly easy, but he managed it, as as time passed, Lucerne had fastened the wood to her leg. That would work. For a time, anyways. Unless the dog chewed the bandages off and freed itself, in which case, the whole process would have to be repeated.

"Perhaps you should take her into yer home." Sheogorath responded as he released the animal, wiping his hands together to cleanse them of furry debris. "You can monitor her more closely there. If you let her go free, she may just run off. You might not see her again." He explained softly. The dog clearly needed additional help, food and a warm bed, no doubt. But a question was on Sheogorath's mind, and it urged him to speak once more. "Are you some kind of doctor?" Sheogorath inquired curiously.


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« Reply #4 on: April 05, 2019, 11:01:44 PM »

Catalyst had never had a pet. Unless fanatical idiots counted, but they had a feeling most people would be offended by the idea of humans as pets. Well, there wasn't a huge difference, was there? They followed them around and did whatever they said, eager for praise and handouts. Actually, they were pretty sure that you could find animals that were smarter and more independent than the cultists of Mourningstar.

No, cultists didn't count. Probably a good thing considering the things they'd done to various members of the cult, and it was also probably a good thing that they'd never actually had a pet. Just look what they had done to Sheogorath's. Actually, don't, it was incredibly fucked up. Even they knew that, though they weren't what you could call remorseful about the event. Maybe that was the truly fucked up thing.

They weren't sure what part of the picture was most surprising. That Sheogorath was out and about, that Lucerne was out and about, or that both men were crouched over a dog. The dog's leg was swathed in bandages; and the first thing they thought when they saw that was an exemplary reason of why they shouldn't keep a pet. The animal looked like a stray, and they were pretty sure that they would have known about someone adopting a dog, even someone as asocial as Lucerne or Sheo. So why waste the resources patching the animal up? Sure, the animal didn't deserve what had happened to her, but she couldn't repay them for their kindness.

Ah, ever cynical they were.

"What's going on here?" They could see it plainly enough - they were caring for the dog. But their eyes couldn't tell them why the two of them would do such a thing. Or anything they had missed before their arrival.

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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
I've been defeated I begged for what I needed
I suffered now I'm ready for war

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« Reply #5 on: April 07, 2019, 01:16:43 PM »
Baumann never cared much for pets. He found dogs to be too much excitement for his steady, monotone life. Cats were ungrateful hellspawns, birds were no better than flying rats, and and type of rodent or reptile in his house would find itself being shooed out with a broom or dead in the dumpster outside. Not to mention, even if he wanted a pet, he'd never have time for one.

Well, now, he supposes he does. Josef has no one to care for anyways. No patients, no family, just himself. It does get a little lonely now and then, but not enough for him to resort to such a primitive thing as animal companionship.

He strolls up beside Catalyst, keeping a wide berth as he does so, and looks down upon the dog the two are caring for with a slight hint of disgust. Dogs were high on the list of animals he had a strong dislike for, particularly strays. They were all dirty and diseased, and he never wanted to see one wandering near his clinic - the clinic he doesn't have anymore. "Are you going to keep her?" Josef asks with a curled lip. "Pardon me, but that doesn't seem like a very good idea, no..."

Not that his opinion would have any weight between the two of them. For some reason, whenever it comes up that he doesn't like cats or dogs, people think of him as something short of a monster. He just doesn't see the appeal. They're lesser beings, honestly, and while he can understand helping the poor thing, he doesn't think this mangy stray should be kept as a pet. Wild animals will always be wild animals, no matter what.
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