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UNFUCKTHEWORLD // JOINING . - truce. - 11-17-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"] It was actually quite easy to tell how volatile a person was by the way they'd hold their anger inside their soul quietly. Maybe Ian had done this for a long time. Maybe he'd done this for his entire life; there was just no way of ever knowing. But, if there was one thing for sure, it was that anger could not be contained forever. It wasn't something to be bottled up and hidden away.
You could see in Ian's eyes all the pain he'd gone through. All of the pain he'd inflicted. He could blame past circumstances, or a dodgy upbringing, or he would even blame everybody who'd ever hurt his soul, chipping away at it piece by piece.
But, in a sense, Ian was the only one to ruin himself.
Even he knew that.
Ian was hesitant to return to the Badlands, and that was for one reason only; the last time he'd been there, he was accompanied by a girl his age. Rae. A girl who was supposed to be like his shadow wherever he went. It would be difficult to try and explain to people where she'd went. Sure, Ian had mastered the look of a walking zombie - features dull and seeming like he'd already died - but nothing could visibly bring upon great sadness to him like the tragic story of two teenagers who could've had the world, but they lost it.
Ian had lost everything.
He wasn't sure he'd be able to return, not at least for some time; he'd instead find another group to join. And so, months after Rae, Ian found himself trudging along through woodlands, face fallen and unwavering despite the eeriness of his surroundings. After all, nothing was as terrifying as his own head. Swallowing hard, Ian's long fingers curled around the strap of his rucksack, peering out from the treeline at the crumbling cityscape.
This'd do.
And, for the first time, Ian would begin to wander towards a group on his very own. It felt almost unnatural to not hear the bickering of Rae's spitfire attitude beside him, instead the world around him drowned out by silence. It was unsettling. It was the worst silence he'd ever experienced. He finally found himself stopping, blinking as eyes scanned over the buildings. He'd wait there until company arrived, which he couldn't imagine would take too long.
Re: UNFUCKTHEWORLD // JOINING . - Sel - 11-18-2019
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Selena Felix
//tw for fire and speculation of death
Her mask was perfect, so she thought. A cheerful facade slipped on as easily as a pair of socks, hiding everything she'd been through. She wasn't someone that was short on hardship, but perhaps the difference between herself and most people was that she always came out on top in the end. Sometimes it took a while, but she could be patient when she had to be. When she had to be. Sel didn't like waiting for things.
There was a boy, walking towards the city. He was maybe ten years younger than her, around the age Isabel would be if her sister was still alive. Sel hoped she was, but she really didn't know. It's almost been two years since the fire. Yeah, somewhere around Thanksgiving Lessandra had shown just how thankful she was for everything her family had done for her. But then, Sel wasn't so sure she would have reacted differently were it her. If something happened to her baby, she'd want to burn the world too.
Sometimes she didn't even need a reason, though.
The boy had stopped, was looking around. She wondered what this place looked like in his eyes; ever since Mickey's comments she kept wondering what others saw. Apparently admiration for the architecture and decorations wasn't universal. Maybe it was a little macabre, but what wasn't once you stripped back all the layers, or left it to rot?
Alright, that was enough. It was time to show herself. Hiding was getting harder and harder every day; it used to not be a problem, just find somewhere plain to blend in with or something to stand behind. A tiny woman like her minding her own business rarely roused suspicion; and when it did it was excessively annoying. One of these days she'd have to accept that her belly was growing and moving and sitting still both had downsides, but that day was not today.
"Hey, kiddo, whatcha doin' here?" She asked, voice equal parts curious and friendly.
[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 10/29/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 10 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands
Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a
Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild
Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Romantically single | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]
Her mask was perfect, so she thought. A cheerful facade slipped on as easily as a pair of socks, hiding everything she'd been through. She wasn't someone that was short on hardship, but perhaps the difference between herself and most people was that she always came out on top in the end. Sometimes it took a while, but she could be patient when she had to be. When she had to be. Sel didn't like waiting for things.
There was a boy, walking towards the city. He was maybe ten years younger than her, around the age Isabel would be if her sister was still alive. Sel hoped she was, but she really didn't know. It's almost been two years since the fire. Yeah, somewhere around Thanksgiving Lessandra had shown just how thankful she was for everything her family had done for her. But then, Sel wasn't so sure she would have reacted differently were it her. If something happened to her baby, she'd want to burn the world too.
Sometimes she didn't even need a reason, though.
The boy had stopped, was looking around. She wondered what this place looked like in his eyes; ever since Mickey's comments she kept wondering what others saw. Apparently admiration for the architecture and decorations wasn't universal. Maybe it was a little macabre, but what wasn't once you stripped back all the layers, or left it to rot?
Alright, that was enough. It was time to show herself. Hiding was getting harder and harder every day; it used to not be a problem, just find somewhere plain to blend in with or something to stand behind. A tiny woman like her minding her own business rarely roused suspicion; and when it did it was excessively annoying. One of these days she'd have to accept that her belly was growing and moving and sitting still both had downsides, but that day was not today.
"Hey, kiddo, whatcha doin' here?" She asked, voice equal parts curious and friendly.
[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 10/29/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 10 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands
Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a
Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild
Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Romantically single | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]
Re: UNFUCKTHEWORLD // JOINING . - truce. - 11-23-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"] Sometimes, Ian tended to wildly underestimate the plight of life. Not the difficult parts like love and loss, but the things so simple like the ability to say ❛hello❜. He never seemed to think too much about it until he was thrown into the situation itself, the feeling of each skeletal muscle gripping tightly around his body as he froze on the spot, the tension alone enough to get him backpedaling. At first, things had been comfortable in his own company.
He'd stopped and taken a good look at the scenery around him; the grisly sights in front of him had been so deliberate and morbid, and probably should have had him turning and walking in the opposite direction. The decor was very ❛cannibalistic❜ in his views, almost as if these were trophies of the unlucky many. But, the dead no longer affected him the way it should anymore, considering he was already half-way there - if anything, he could only wish to relate to their ever peaceful expressions. Not that these skulls had expressions. Their faces had peeled away a long time ago.
Ian was the same. It'd been a long time since he smiled, even longer since he cried. It was almost as if he was as good as a skull on a stake. Emotionless. Should be repugnant enough to scare people away, yet instead he managed to do the opposite effect. All masks had been stripped away to the core of what he truly was. Flesh and bone, existing.
Then, a woman approached, and Ian felt himself tensing up, suspicious eyes shifting over. It was never the dead that worried Ian, because they could never do anything to hurt him. It was the living. It was always the living. His shoulders shrugged, as if he was being casual about this, but eyes were nearly unblinking as he kept a close eye on the woman.
She seemed cordial enough, and yet Ian couldn't quite understand why she would be towards a strange kid stood outside of her home. Maybe it was because of those eyes which, whilst darting around with such suspicion, appeared nothing short of innocent. Or maybe it was because he was so scrawny and lean that it appeared like he'd not even be able to take on a inanimate object. Maybe it was the baby face which'd fooled so many people before...
❝ I don't know. ❞ He mumbled with honesty. Well, he didn't know what he was even doing. ❝ I was looking for somewhere to crash- ❞ He gestured pathetically, seemingly apprehensive to finish his sentence, ❝ and I thought to search here. ❞
Re: UNFUCKTHEWORLD // JOINING . - Sel - 11-24-2019
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Selena Felix
//tw for brief mention of drugs
Death was something she had been well acquainted with ever since she was a child. It was practically the family business, and she was her father's heir. Was she so edgy to proclaim that she was the heir of death? No, that was silly. But she could admit that she trafficked in it. Or rather, drugs.
Even here, that's what she did. She called herself the Lady of Los Santos, but the rank's true name was Lord: taken from druglord. As appropriate as it was, she liked concealing the truth behind a thin curtain of plausible deniability. At least until she had a chance to assess what would better suit her ends, truth or lies.
Sel tilted her head to the side, dark hair cascading down her shoulder in a wave. "You've found one." Los Santos had plenty of empty beds. "I promise we're much cleaner inside than out here." She angled her head towards the skulls. Were human remains dirty? Maybe ones left out in the elements or left to rot, but a polished skull on a shelf inside surely wouldn't count. Well, either way...
[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands
Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a
Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild
Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]
Death was something she had been well acquainted with ever since she was a child. It was practically the family business, and she was her father's heir. Was she so edgy to proclaim that she was the heir of death? No, that was silly. But she could admit that she trafficked in it. Or rather, drugs.
Even here, that's what she did. She called herself the Lady of Los Santos, but the rank's true name was Lord: taken from druglord. As appropriate as it was, she liked concealing the truth behind a thin curtain of plausible deniability. At least until she had a chance to assess what would better suit her ends, truth or lies.
Sel tilted her head to the side, dark hair cascading down her shoulder in a wave. "You've found one." Los Santos had plenty of empty beds. "I promise we're much cleaner inside than out here." She angled her head towards the skulls. Were human remains dirty? Maybe ones left out in the elements or left to rot, but a polished skull on a shelf inside surely wouldn't count. Well, either way...
[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands
Physical —
♦ HUMAN | Health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a
Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
Personality —
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild
Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]