❝ i'll explain the infinite — open . ❞

[LUCERNE.]

The beach. It appeared to Lucerne that he and Addy tended to find themselves yearning for the sea albeit unconsciously. First the Badlands, and now here… it seemed to be more than just a coincidence, especially since Lucerne found himself standing on the beach every day, peaceful eyes on the waves as he reflected upon his own mind and thoughts. And, as always, the limber man stood upon a small dune of sand, marram grass rustling nearby, as he observed the movement up the beach.

Cornelius would have been so delighted with this finding - the very first thought which crossed Lucerne’s mind as he observed a bale of sea turtles crawling ashore. Ever since the two brothers had been young boys, they wanted to become explorers. Fond memories of Cornelius sat behind Lucerne in a rickety row boat, barking orders as he read from a map that he had created himself. One thing that Cornelius had found himself interested in was the marine life that came with ❛ traveling the oceans ❜, even going as far as to draw the local sealife on his maps.

If only Cornelius was alive to see this.

Lucerne was quiet as he kept his hands in his coat pockets, his young greyhound stood panting gently as she remained close to his side. With the sea turtles nesting at this end of the beach, Lucerne knew that he had to warn people of the eggs’ whereabouts. Perhaps corner this section of the beach off. After all, it would be nice to see the hatchlings dash into the ocean in a couple of weeks time.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 04/14]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for northstar district // formerly an officer in the badlands
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ moved to ND - twenty sixth november

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 - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 100%
    ¬ none

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 often interested in any romance
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ views addy douglas as his lifelong partner

interaction.
⫸ storage // playlist // pinterest
⫸ 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
⫸ TW. he is a recovering drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine

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[ADDY.]

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— before living in the badlands, addy had never been to an ocean before. he figured he would hate it. the salt from the ocean clung to every inch of skin that it could it seemed, the unpleasant feeling of the sand getting stuck between his toes- it wasn’t addy’s kind of scene. that was what he told himself for so long, only to come across the badlands and realize it was better than he envisioned. there was a peacefulness in the salty breeze. there was something fun about going for a random swim in an endless body of water whenever the hell he wanted.

he couldn’t complain too much when he left the badlands, following lucerne to yet another place by the coast. if there was one thing he would openly admit lucerne did right, it was bringing them to northstar. not that he would openly voice that to the man; his head was already big enough already. eyes wandered towards the beach as he walked passed, only pausing at the sight of a man and his greyhound standing at the end of the beach.

jesus christ, what was lucerne getting himself into this time?

eyes wandered around briefly before he slowly made his way over. “what’re you doing?” a question that lacked its usual annoyance and bite. while some playfully harsh remarks were best saved for lucerne, sometimes the rare bout of kindness was also meant just for him. eyes wandered towards faline, and then he took a step closer to stand by lucerne’s shoulder. “becoming an activist for wildlife?”

[LUCERNE.]

Perhaps he was going to become an activist for wildlife, Lucerne wondered silently to himself as Addy asked; wildlife tended to be far less galling than the average human, after all. Lips curled downwards in contemplation, Lucerne frozen for a second before turning his head to peer over towards Addy. ❝ What month is it? April? May? ❞ Lucerne questioned before nodding towards the sea turtles.

❝ They tend to nest in the warmer months. Uh- beneficial as the warmer incubation helps with- helps with what is known as a temperature-dependent sex determination. Warmer incubation leads to more females being hatched which leads to more eggs the following year.  ❞

Addy was more than likely not interested in Lucerne’s rambling, but Lucerne thought that the cycle of life and nature was truly fascinating. ❝ I fear that the temperatures may become too warm, however. The embryos simply wouldn’t survive - perhaps I can measure the temperature and- ❞ Lucerne suddenly went quiet. Oh, Addy was right. Lucerne was becoming some self-proclaimed wildlife activist, wasn’t he? Trust Lucerne Nouvel to take on the most ambitious of tasks. But, his mind constantly had to be at work otherwise it’d rot.

Lucerne shifted his weight before lowering his eyes. ❝ I’m sorry, I- ❞ got carried away? He paused for a moment before looking back at Addy. ❝ Everyone needs somebody to look out for them... even they need somebody. ❞ He gestured towards the sea turtles.

It was funny to think that years ago, Lucerne would so proudly parade around and repeatedly tell Addy that he didn’t need him, that it would forever be him against the world. Lucerne had since come to the realization that, in order to stay sane, one did need a companion to look out for them. Like Lucerne and this bale of turtles. Like Lucerne and Addy, the man he really adored.

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 04/14]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty four // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ medic for northstar district // formerly an officer in the badlands
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ moved to ND - twenty sixth november

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 - 100%
    ¬ current injuries: none as of now
⫸ mental health - 100%
    ¬ none

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 often interested in any romance
⫸ owns a dog named faline
⫸ views addy douglas as his lifelong partner

interaction.
⫸ storage // playlist // pinterest
⫸ 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
⫸ TW. he is a recovering drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine

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[ADDY.]

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— addy didn’t know why he even tried most days. he liked to think he was closer to lucerne than anyone else in the district, maybe even so far as to say anyone else in the new world entirely. yet even that didn’t seem to save him from lucerne nouvel’s classic rambles. he tried to make it seem like he was listening - he kind of was - and completely understanding the other man’s words - he wasn’t - and nodding slowly. “huh. that’s-- interesting.” the blank look on his features probably gave away his “masterful” acting.

lucerne continued on, going on about embryos and measuring the temperature to make sure they didn’t get too warm. and although addy wasn’t completely interested in the topic, there was something about the man seeming so passionate about these turtles - fucking sea turtles - that was enough for addy’s fiery attitude to die down. ”everyone needs somebody to look out for them… even they need somebody.”

the redhead went quiet, slowly turning his gaze over towards the sea turtles. everyone needed somebody to look out for them. ”really?” was that true? was that something lucerne seemed to think was true? he could remember the constant arguments between them in the beginning of their time together, lucerne never budging on the fact that he didn’t have any friends. he would hurt addy’s feelings without even realizing he had. and they fought often because of it. pointing a gun at lucerne’s head, throwing dirt in his face -- when did everything suddenly change between them?

he couldn’t remember the last time they argued, or the last time lucerne made tears fill his eyes. they had this understanding about each other they didn’t have before. they needed each other.

fucking hell, he was getting too soft around this man.

addy didn’t seem so quick to trample on lucerne’s passion for the turtles. instead he gestured towards the turtles, huffing a short breath. god, he couldn’t believe he was going to support this, let alone try and help out. “is there a thermometer or some shit around here you could use to take their temperature?” then, with a pause, he supplied, “i could even- i don’t know. check the temperature on days you’re stuck at the clinic.” his own way of keeping in touch with the man who was so often buried in his work.