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Ever since finding the body of his son on the beach, Michael had found himself walking the beach more and more often. He wished that day could be reset, that instead of finding his dead son, he could have found anything else, anyone else... his chest heaved as he jogged along, perhaps if he ran long enough he could get away from these feelings which struggled to overwhelm him. Or perhaps it would just give him more time to think.

The only thing that really seemed to help was drinking, and the copious amounts of alcohol which he consumed he was just rounding a bend on the beach when he saw a form in the sand. She wasn't someone he had expected to see again... but... she-she looked familiar, and as he neared her feet loudly crunching in the sand, he could see her better and be sure that it was who he thought it was. 

His voice wavered as he spoke. "Creed?" A choked question, as if somehow she woutl turn her head and not be his best friends daughter.


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MICHAEL FORD
Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
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[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; Font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]the first time micah walked into this place, he knew it would be his. no one really stood in the way and when teddy wanted something, nothing would stop him; at least, not of micah could help it. the brothers have done nearly everything to not end up back in their old life; someone else’s dogs at best. he had nothing, so now micah has a death grip on anything and everything he can get his hands on. no one could take anything from him anymore, everything he has, he’ll kill for. never in a million years would anyone see him so willingly waltzing back into his old life like creed holloway is.

he’s patrolling on his own, some of the only alone time he gets anymore, when he notices mike and someone he doesn’t recognize. his jaw clenches and nostrils flare for a quick moment. he begins making his way to them, hand adjusting its grip on his set of brass knuckles. micah doesn’t bother with stealth, he doesn’t do stealth. he made his way to mike, eyes following him as he passes, eyes like daggers, before he turns to look at this newcomer.

” friends ‘a mike ain’t exactly liked here, “ micah states, finally stopping and crossing his arms, his melee weapon on full display. they couldn’t have anyone who’s allies with mike, he’s caused enough god damn trouble already and micah’s tirelessly been trying to squash the fires mike’s been setting. [color=#000000]” what you fixin’ for here? “



[spoiler= tags, updated 01/19/2021]BASICS[color=#000000]NOW SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH

&. ❝ micah alexander knope ❞ | male [ he/him ] .
&. 30 years old . | june third ; gemini
&. 1/3  of the administration of badlands .

PERSONALITYIF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN
&. ruthless . silent type . rough exterior . heartless . every man for themselves . controlling . a planner . brooding . apathetic . determined . cold . short tempered . impatient . serious . stoic .

APPEARANCEI WOULDN'T HESITATE
&.  six foot four & one hundred and eighty-nine pounds ; reference ; stephen james .
↳ keeps the sides of his heads shaved, exposing some tattoos on his head with his hair slicked back in a clean fashion.
↳ nearly his whole body is covered in tattoos.
↳ has ice grey eyes and an oval face. his chin is wide and jawline sharp.
↳ almost entirely muscle.

INTERACTIONSTO SMILE WHILE YOU SUFFOCATE AND DIE
&.  [ 10/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ hard ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #000000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .

INVENTORYAND THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE
&. [ 3 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 3 ] aid items | [ 2 ] misc .
↳ one shotgun
↳ one rifle
↳ one set of brass knuckles
↳ three low quality explosives
↳ one pitbull puppy named leia
↳ one munchkin cat named ozzy

RELATIONSHIPSAND WHAT A LOVELY TIME
&. npc x npc | eldest child to a crime family .
↳ theodore knope, 28, badlands .
&. heterosexual, heteroromantic ; mongamous  . | never had a good model for relationships growing up, is learning how to be a good significant other .
↳ in a serious relationship with juliette rousseau .
↳ father to matthew knope & milo knope, 7 months .[/spoiler]


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creed holloway was a curse.

time and time again, she would remind herself of this. she thought that if she kept repeating it to herself, she might eventually stop letting people in, stop letting people close. she was like a fire in that way, warm and secure to be around at a distance, but the closer you got, the more danger you are in until you eventually get burned. there had been one death that she had been silently waiting for - her own. out of all of the people that walked in and out of her life, she was certain that she deserved to die more than anyone else before her had.

there was a deep guilt buried within her that only grew each time she lost someone. why had she been the only one to make it out of so many of those past missions she went on? why did her family die, why did arrow die? like all of them, the same fate was met by her most recent relation. during her plans on taking down her own demons back at the insurrection, she crossed paths with a younger member who couldn't have been older than she was when she was forced into life in no mans land.

his timid nature reminded her so much of arrow... if it hadn't been for the fact that arrow died in her arms and the icy blue eyes in contrast to the dark brown all of her family shared, she could have sworn it was like looking straight into her little brother's eyes again. she had been reluctant to take him under her wing, but there was no way in hell that she could possibly leave him there, even with the strong, deeply buried worries she had that he wouldn't make it out just like arrow.

it wasn't going to end the same, she had decided. ty was going to survive, he was going to get a life worth living, and for the first time in forever, she was right. he did make it out with nothing but a few cuts and bruises. even if creed did get grazed by a bullet in the process, she didn't care because all that was important was that he was alive, and he stayed that way as they traveled from place to place.

until one day he wasn't.

it had been a fluke, a dumb fucking situation that shouldn't even have happened. for so long, creed had always slept with one eye open and had always made sure that whatever place she had been staying in was secure and safe. 'it's okay, it's only one night.' he had reassured her over and over again, but it wasn't okay. even though she should have expected it, she didn't realize that there had been a squad that was closing in on the duo.

she was the only one to make it out that night.

creed had decided to stay on her own from that day on and had for months, but eventually found herself returning back to the badlands. even with the mindless wandering, the scenery began to grow more familiar with each step she took and when she would try to turn around and head elsewhere, she would only loop back. she was soon to give up on the losing battle she was facing and approached the oceanside city, a lazy and unnamed hound following after her.

there was a tightness that grew in her throat, making her reach up to run her hand over the scar on her throat from a more unfavorable memory. how much had changed since she had left? she had been gone for well over a year now, she knew very well that so much could change in that amount of time. instead of stopping at the border, she kept walking right into the territory, a huff escaping her lips as her combat boots soon began to walk through the sand. for awhile, she stood on the beach, staring off at the sun starting to rise over the horizon before she eventually sat down, not currently caring about the sand getting all over her clothes.


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trigger warnings alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion.

tags  45 years old, difficult/hard opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
IF I COULD BURN THIS TOWN.
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