didn't know you had weapons > o. joiner

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]YEAH, I'M EMPTY INSIDE —
Liberty, seeking sanctuary once more.

The Badlands had been but a trial, the first place she could stop and heal herself, patch up her wounds and rest for a few days, but it was not her new home. It just... Wasn't her. She didn't fit in. Everyone there was so ready to fight and angry and filled with rage and were good in combat, but Libby wasn't. She was good at caring for people and patching up wounds, not inflicting them. Her doe brown eyes are filled with regret and anxiety as she makes her way towards where the Lodge's property starts. She's uncomfortable and quite frankly, afraid, but she pushes the bile that threatens her composure back down. She is here to find sanctuary, not start a fight. If they won't take her, she'll go somewhere else.

Her hair is tied in a messy bun, and she looks... considerably better compared to a few days ago when she'd stumbled into the Badlands' territory. However, she didn't look the best. Her black eye was still bad, and the gash in her side wasn't healing well enough to create a scab. She's worried she might need a blood transfusion if she keeps bleeding like this, as she's already anemic, and her broken rib is a definite now, she needs to fix that too. Right now, though, Liberty needs to find a safe place to rest so she can fix herself. "Hello? Is there anyone here?" She called, words soon followed by a cough which she covered with her elbow. When she looked down, she saw blood, and she grew worried. Was she going to die?

Liberty was terrified, but she knew that moving was probably a good idea. This place was farther from him too, so that meant it was safer. Besides, did she really expect anyone in the Badlands to bail her out if he found her? Her bow was still fastened to her abdomen, along with her arrows and quiver, and her dagger was tucked under her belt, in case she needed a weapon. Unfortunately, however, she wasn't sure she was in the shape to put up much of a fight.
[spoiler=TAGS / JULY 4TH]i just don't feel alive —✧ general
liberty ophelia nazaretian / female / "libby"
17 yrs/old / november 12th / scorpio / nurse mom
generalized anxiety disorder / just needs a hug and a drink
fluent in english & armenian / reverts to armenian when highly stressed or anxious
the badlands / member / newcomer & wary

and i don't wanna live but i'm too scared to die —✧ appearance
ref tba / health: 68%
— liberty is a bit above average height for a woman, standing at 5'8", but this doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest. starting at the top of her body, her hair is very dark brown and shoulder-length, and she usually wears it up in a bun or a ponytail. very rarely will her hair be down, and then it's straight and usually pushed to the back. her head is oval-shaped and her jaw is round. her brows are thick and defined, and are a darker shade than that of her hair. below are her eyes, which are a mesmerizing doe brown with subtle golden flecks here and there, which aren't really noticeable unless you're looking her dead in the eye. her skin is a brilliant shade of caramel and there are hardly any blemishes aside from the occasional bruise and some freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders. she's thin and is actually quite physically strong, most likely because she hunted for herself and her family most of her life, and still hunts for food now. she only has one outfit at the moment, but she regularly washes her clothes along with herself. she wears a ripped t-shirt(ripped to create a bandage), a black hoodie, pale green cargo pants, and black combat boots. her mother's dagger is tucked underneath the belt on her pants and her quiver along with arrows and her bow are fastened to the back of her jacket with a homemade sling. she has limited arrows because they're homemade, but she always retrieves them after firing.
— injuries: black eye, cracked rib & lots of bruising across abdomen, large gash in side

wish i could erase my memories —✧ personality
melancholic / candor / infp-t / true neutral
— liberty is quite closed off and generally keeps to herself. since joining the badlands, she's started being less dependent on her ex and takes pretty good care of herself. she makes an effort to take care of others as well, which is useful considering her medical knowledge and how many fights her groupmates get into. she uses flirtation as both a defense mechanism and also a coping mechanism, and she can be seen as too overly flirtatious or even promiscuous in some cases. she is not ready for another relationship and she knows this, so any back and forth flirting probably won't get serious. she is pretty lenient and not easily upset, unless someone reminds her of her ex or the things he did to her. she's generally a caring person, although quite reserved and distrusting of others(for good reason). she works best alone, and tries to remain neutral on most things.

so i could stop feeling so empty —✧ relationships & interaction
heterosexual / single / not looking, recovering from abusive relationship
npc x npc (both killed) / no siblings or other known family members
self-taught / uses a dagger and occasionally a homemade bow with arrows
moderate physically / easy mentally / medical knowledge
attack in #7D6879 / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[BRUCE H]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9.3pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Bruce should have liked the Badlands. Perhaps if he had been raised any way other than he had, if he hadn't gotten those first few years with his parents to guide him and set that compass, he would have. It's a violent, lawless place, and he was hardly the type to follow the rules. Yet when he bares himself to the world completely and wholly, there's nothing about him that wants to hurt people for the sake of it. He was good at war, but that didn't mean he preferred it. Wanted it. His life is already a long list of mistakes, failures.

Things that he can't fix anymore.

The young man that stands in front of Liberty is perhaps her exact opposite. There's nothing frail about him, and even the dark bruises hidden under the thick shirts and jackets he has pulled over him to fend off the chill look as if they might as well just be a part of him now. Bruce himself had been to the Badlands when he was injured, though unlike with her there had been no gentle mending. His own paranoia and the unshakable urge to go home had left him unable to trust people. It had been a long time since that, and almost just as long since he had last left Flintlock, now. The warm golden tan he'd gotten from the sunshine was fading to the paleness he found typical of his own appearance, the sun-made freckles practically gone. It wouldn't surprise him if she still found him intimidating with the smile that he tries to wear whenever he approaches anyone new — he's over six feet tall and built like a brick wall. Even when he tries to look friendly he generally fails.

It had been Ace to first alert him to the girl's presence, with a loud, cheerful bark. Like him, the brindled mutt is massive, though he's losing his balance and his face has gone silver with age. The snow kicks up into the air with every bound that he takes, and Bruce isn't far behind. Even if his first instinct is to reach for the knife strapped to his thigh, he doesn't. She looks small. Vulnerable. That could easily be a tactic to get him to let down his guard, so he doesn't, but he won't push too far either. "I'm here." Ace barks. "We're here," Bruce amends with a gentle huff. "How did you get that bruise? Someone following you?"

[videnda]

☆ ★ ☆ "oh hi there!" well if dahlia learned of the girl's poor condition, she would be more than willing to check it out and try to fix her. "are you okay? you really don't look so good... we could help you if you wanted!"

dahlia had never heard of the badlands. she had come from her tiny valley village and moved here after the fire. she was just learning that there were other groups but didn't know much else,

[rosey.]

/mobile + apologies for the late reply!!

Liberty nearly jumped when Ace and Bruce approached her. She looked like she was about ready to get on her knees and beg for her life when they greeted her. She relaxed at Bruce's friendly tone, but not enough to be completely rid of anxiety(she never was). "Um, hi. You don't know how glad I am to see you." She said shakily, doe brown eyes refusing to meet anyone's gaze but the ground's. At Bruce's questions, however, she visibly tensed and her eyes widened, shooting up to him. "He... He didn't come here did he? Oh god, he's not nearby is he? Please don't tell him I'm here, I can leave before he finds me and we can just pretend this never happened, I-" Her words trail off into a broken sob, wracking her body enough to send her to her knees.

She is in no shape to run away, especially from someone as vicious and relentless as him. She jumps at Dahlia's arrival, eyes wide. She is shaking and from the looks of it, paranoid and terrified. "I'm fine." She lies, and it is the most obvious lie she has ever told.

[rue]

he knew what it was like to be afraid of someone, to want to get as far away from them as possible. it was a horrible feeling, like there was constantly a weight on your chest preventing you from breathing, from feeling anything but fear. he didn't want anyone to experience it, no matter what. so when he encountered liberty on her knees sobbing, his brotherly instincts automatically kicked in, causing him to slowly lower himself to her level. "don't worry, as far as i know nobody has come through here looking for a girl, or anyone for that matter." his voice was low but friendly, a combination he used to use when he sister was afraid. he wasn't sure if it would calm her down, but hopefully it would make her stop trembling at the very least. "my name's robin, it's nice to meet you. are you tired or hungry? we live in a cabin nearby here, and you're more than welcome to stay at it for a while. at least until you're feeling better." he would pause for a moment in order to smile, his eyes softening as he continued. "i can make a mean bowl of soup and crackers."