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THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - ALYSSA, - 01-29-2017
[align=center][div style="border:0px transparent;width:480px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt"][font=verdana]Remembering the world before it went to shit was becoming a hard task for the young girl; she was much younger than most of The Badland's population, and that was considered a blessing and a curse at the same time. She didn't remember much apart from the reality she lived now, and people here thought she was too weak to fight but strong enough to leave alone. Majority of small children hadn't made it through the first few years after the electricity died, and pregnant mothers had frazzled out alongside them shortly after, her mother included. Alyssa hadn't cried when her mother committed suicide, a mere eight year old, standing over the bleeding corpse. She had always been a lone wolf when it came to family, even before this whole shit-storm started, but now she was alone. This place - she didn't dare call it home - was something close to... Hell. Everyone was insanely mad and nobody was afraid to kill, even her, as young as fourteen, and something as simple as leaving her tiny apartment was a suicide mission. Just walking down the street, as she was doing now, with only a knife to keep her protected, felt like nothing. Guns were non-existent now, every death she had witnessed was with guts exposed and bloody hands.
Alyssa didn't look like someone who could be taken down easily so most people didn't bother trying to rough her up. She wasn't a worm. She wasn't tall though, barely 5'0, and skinny as a skeleton due to the dwindling supply of food. Alyssa wasn't pretty either: her skin was pale and looked like it was forcefully stretched over her hollow cheeks and massive forehead. Her hair was dark and thick, recently cut short to her collar bones. The top part was braided into a French braid; the only thing she could think of to pass the time, since when the sun went down nobody like her dared go outside. She was wearing her trademark jeans and green bomber coat; the boots were some old guys, whoever had owned the apartment before her.
She stopped at the street corner and glanced around; it was barely sunrise and the breath came out her mouth in wispy clouds which was a strong indication winter was in full swing. Winter was the worst season out of them all, but at least she had somewhere to stay. Alyssa dug her hands into her coats pockets and glanced around, wondering if anyone harmless was milling about.
[spoiler=TAGS]+ Alyssa
+ Fourteen years old | Born February 6th 2002
+ Lives in The Badlands | Grunt of War
+ Female | She/her
+ Asexual | Single, not looking
+ Carries throwing stars with her at all times
+ Faceclaim: Isabelle Fuhrman
+ APPERANCE: Alyssa is described as being only 5'0 in height and very skinny for her age. She has dark brown/borderline black hair that is braided up into French braids, however her hair only reaches her collarbones so the ends of the braids stick out. Her eyes are dark and wide; she used to get bullied by her siblings and called Anime freak because of it. Her skin is very pale and unhealthy looking; across her cheek is an unevenly stitched scar from a knife attack. She has three piercings on each lobe and is often seen wearing black jeans, black boots and a green bomber coat. Never is Alyssa seen smiling or looking happy.
+ PERSONALITY: Unsympathetic, cold-hearted, quiet, strategic, blunt, child solider, unapproachable, always on edge, unintentionally rude, lots of trust issues, has a deep hatred for her parents, pessimistic.
+ HISTORY: Alyssa was only young when the world changed, so her memories of "the normal world" are hazy and (mostly) incorrect. After her siblings died from gun related violence, she witnessed her pregnant mother commit suicide. It was only few weeks into the apocalypse when she was orphaned and ever since has been travelling to find the right place to stay. Being a lone wolf from as young as eleven has made her stronger and colder towards normal life. She accidentally stumbled upon The Badlands and now resides there, living in an empty apartment by herself.[/spoiler]
Re: THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - Darky - 01-29-2017
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John remembered what it was like before, but he preferred not to think about it; the months before what he called the apocalypse were spent trapped inside a prison under false charges. Not that anybody could prove his innocence though.
And after he got out, he came here; well, was sort of forced to come here since his rescuer had demanded service to pay for the protection they offered him. It was nice, if you called getting into fights nearly every day and spending most of your time providing for both yourself and another person nice.
He was a grunt; he held his ground, and would go down fighting. Still, it didn't stop plenty of people from treating him like a worm; but he was used to being treated as subhuman now.
Still, he held onto his compassion; it was practically the only thing that made him human now. So when he noticed a child - only nine inches shorter then him, damnit she was going to be taller then him too - slinking around in the shadows alone, he felt like he had to approach her before one of the rowdier grunts did.
"Hey." John said as he walked over, his expression guarded but you could see the curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
And after he got out, he came here; well, was sort of forced to come here since his rescuer had demanded service to pay for the protection they offered him. It was nice, if you called getting into fights nearly every day and spending most of your time providing for both yourself and another person nice.
He was a grunt; he held his ground, and would go down fighting. Still, it didn't stop plenty of people from treating him like a worm; but he was used to being treated as subhuman now.
Still, he held onto his compassion; it was practically the only thing that made him human now. So when he noticed a child - only nine inches shorter then him, damnit she was going to be taller then him too - slinking around in the shadows alone, he felt like he had to approach her before one of the rowdier grunts did.
"Hey." John said as he walked over, his expression guarded but you could see the curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
Re: THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - GUNSLINGER. - 01-29-2017
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] jamison didn't remember what happened before everything went to shit. being in australia at the time was something terrible for people like him, and after what had happened the entirety of the outback was nothing but smoldering remains and radiation that was everywhere. of course, the radiated air had fucked up jamie's breathing and brain, making him forget nearly everything and have the inconsistent twitches and wriggles he usually had now. it also had most of his dirty blonde hair fall out in patches - hell, it even happened now - and even though all of that was going on, fawkes was none the wiser. all he remembered was life in the badlands. he didn't remember his parents dying, or him leaving australia for good. all he remembered was badlands, getting his limbs chopped off, then being subjected to torture due to his worm status. not the best life, but jamie forgot half of it. he was just lucky that he was a cheerful and optimistic guy.
the worm had noticed the child as well, and the towering male would stop himself from hastily scribbling down on paper with charcoal - a map of the city he had made, marking where he could lay low and sleep and marking where he shouldn't go and when - and instead would tuck the thing away, limping over to the other two and trying his best to give a genuine smile to alyssa. but with his rat like face and crazy eyes it looked like he was thinking about murder.
"aye, hello there!" jamison would say, playing with his fingers nervously. "ya look a bit dangerous, mate. don't be gettin' any bad ideas! heheh!" yeah, it was clear that he was anxious. he always was, considering anyone could come around the corner and kick him in the shin or something. "name's jamison fawkes!"
Re: THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - Sel - 01-29-2017
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Sel remembered what it was like before the apocalypse, and she'd even had a decent life that remained decent even after the world went to s**t. People had been hurting, and they'd do almost anything for relief. Her father's drugs provided that relief and thus she was not someone of some tragic upbringing. That night two months ago was still fresh in her mind, though. The fire, the screaming, her sister's burns and her other sister's betrayal.
It was cold. Too f**king cold for Sel's liking, but what-f**king-ever, she'd bundle up and deal with it. The Warchief had been on the move that morning, trying to warm up with a bit of exercise as she navigated through the city, looking for something to do. Well, it seemed she'd found something in the crowd that was forming around the rather young girl. "Mornin', y'all." Sel said, hovering by her manservant's shoulder, trying to see what all this was about. Maybe it was nothing.
Sel remembered what it was like before the apocalypse, and she'd even had a decent life that remained decent even after the world went to s**t. People had been hurting, and they'd do almost anything for relief. Her father's drugs provided that relief and thus she was not someone of some tragic upbringing. That night two months ago was still fresh in her mind, though. The fire, the screaming, her sister's burns and her other sister's betrayal.
It was cold. Too f**king cold for Sel's liking, but what-f**king-ever, she'd bundle up and deal with it. The Warchief had been on the move that morning, trying to warm up with a bit of exercise as she navigated through the city, looking for something to do. Well, it seemed she'd found something in the crowd that was forming around the rather young girl. "Mornin', y'all." Sel said, hovering by her manservant's shoulder, trying to see what all this was about. Maybe it was nothing.
[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/29/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands
Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake and likes Dexter
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
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.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
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.
 curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive
Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349
Links:
 Bio v.1
 Wip[/spoiler]
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands
Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake and likes Dexter
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed
Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.
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.
 major injuries: none
 minor injuries: none
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.
 curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive
Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349
Links:
 Bio v.1
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Re: THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - TATIANA - 01-30-2017
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Re: THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - Jed - 01-30-2017
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[div style=" width: 460px; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; font-family: verdana;"][color=black] Obligations had gotten Fenrir awake this morning. Sure as hell not the weather and definitely not some other irrelevant fiend out here. Albeit, that had happened before. Many times.
Making his way through the Badlands, Fenrir seem to be in better mood than usual; at least. Not ready to cut open throats just from someone asking if he had something to spare. He had to walk the stupid dog, the gruff whining not gone ignored by the man. There was a time when he was able to send Dog out on his own for exercise and bathroom purposes. He'd learned the hard way that it wasn't a good choice. having to pry some fugly starving skank off his dog. The woman had been literally trying to eat him, and ended up loosing her left eye and all of her belongings in Fenrirs rath. Now, devastatingly. Fenrir had to walk the damn thing every morning. He hadn't even bothered to bring the leash this time--just walking and making the mutt chase his heels. He didn't mind completely. It was colder today, which he enjoyed, not to mention he usually got to catch a fight or two during the early hours. Interesting enough to get him more awake.
Speaking of which, in his periferal, he had caught a gathering. Only a few scragglers and a bit of familiar faces were present. But it was enough to catch his penchants, a low whistle to draw dogs attention as he walked over. Covering his yawn with a balled up fist, Fenrir came to stand next to Sel. Eyeing her momentarily before parting his lips.
"What's going on over here?"
Re: THE KIDS CRIED OUT | OPEN, INTRODUCTION - ashen - 01-30-2017
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[div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; font-size: 8pt; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; color: black;"]"Oh! Hello there, darling!" Mettaton's cheery voice was unmistakable, as he strode past John, past Sel--he winked at Fenrir, though, and waved a hand at the young newcomer. His gloves were off today as he'd washed them, and they were drying. His nails were visible for once, and quite noticeably painted sparkling purple. "What are you all staring at her for? You're going to frighten her, honestly, Fen you always look like you're about to kill someone." He tsked, and glanced at the girl again, realizing he was doing just about the same thing. Still, he (hopefully) didn't look quite as threatening as his friend.
[spoiler=info  updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | grunt
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup
PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
 [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)
PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.
- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.
- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest
INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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