FULL OF SHINE AND FULL OF SPARKLE--OPEN, scavenging!

[Vincent Clemens]

The man was on the prowl, hoping to find some supplies out in these fields. He didn't like being out in the open like this, nor was it exactly safe to be so close to the Badlands, but he had to be thorough. He had spotted houses, but it's unlikely there'll be much out here. Being so close to a settlement, it's got to be picked dry, but what places haven't been picked clean already? Besides there's always the chance of jumping someone out here and people usually had something to take. Normally Vin wouldn't prey on others, but chances were the scavengers out here were scum from the Badlands, which he wouldn't mind screwing over. Although he tended to stay away from the settlements, he disliked the Badlands the most due to the base nature of its inhabitants.

Speaking of, the man noticed someone make their way into one of the houses. Vin was low to the ground, seeking cover in the long grass from any preying eyes. He waited for a few moments and searched the horizon for any companions that the scavver may have. He was satisfied after a few moments that the man was alone and he made his way over the the door of the house which the scavver had entered.

Once he was close he moved slowly and silently, willing his boots to not make a sound in the grass or on any squeaky floorboards as he made his way to the steps and onto the porch. He drew his shotgun with his left hand from its holster on his side and stood in the doorway, casting a shadow in the room.  He leveled the two barrels of his short shotgun at the back of of the man in the room and beat on the doorjamb to alert him of his presence. "Slowly." He grunted in a rough voice that obviously wasn't used very often. He rested a finger on the first trigger of his gun, remembering that he had loaded a 410 slug in the barrel, hopefully if he did have to shoot, the recoil won't cause his own gun to knock him out. He hoped he wouldn't have to shoot, but he didn't have his hopes up very high due to how careless this man seemed to act.

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[Vincent Clemens]

It definitely wasn't an easy task to keep his gun in working order and to find and conserve his ammo was even more difficult. He had no intentions of wasting his ammo on this man today, not while he held the upper-hand. So Mettaton shouldn't fear dying today unless if he does something really stupid. Vin had to admit he was relieved that just the sight of his weapon had frozen the man with fear. It was part of the reason as to why he still lugged it around. It was much more threatening to point a gun at someone than wield a knife or bow. It also helped that he still had ammo for the thing and it was always a delightful surprise to come across the untouched farmhouse or a looked over box of ammo in a police station.

Vin noticed the apparel of the other man as he turned around. He was wearing strange cloths for the time, his only word to describe them being rather... flamboyant. Either this guy went way over the edge or he still had some sense of "fashion". Either way, he didn't trust him, despite how harmless his appearance made him seem.

He looks down at the long knife on the other man's side, motioning towards it as he spoke. "Knife first, then everything you've got." He wanted to keep this nice and quick, not wanting to risk another person like himself to come kill him and then take both of their stuff. Speaking of, he wondered if this guy was just another scavver or if he was apart of the Badlands or another settlement. He couldn't stop himself from pitying any scavver in this sort of situation, feeling helpless and left to the mercy of the person on the other side of the gun. Luckily Vin had some sort of a conscious left and he wasn't simply here to kill people. But he had to survive , even if that meant he had to steal from a few helpless wanderers.

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[TATIANA]

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands member, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you

Her gaze sharp and deadly as she walked around the loner lands, she had decided to go on a little scavenging party out here, everything in the territory was basically already found everything.  She had her little backpack that looks like something a school girl would have, and come on it was cute as shit after all.  She had already scavenged in a few houses, she was rather great at breaking locks and things in order to get too what she anted.  Some money here and there, some dead people here and there, it was pretty efficient for today.  Luckily she found her three favorite items in this whole damn world, cigarettes, a lighter, and knives.  God how she loved her knives, but she also kept her bat as well.  The bat was fun and she could easily use it at any given moment, but it was a lot easier to kill someone when she used her knives. With the baseball bat it was more like beating the shit out of someone till they bruise to death.

She wore her usual outfit though, a black leather jacket over her black shirt, with her skirt going almost past her knee, having fishnets, and her black combat boots on.  Her knives hidden under her skirt, strapped to her thighs. 

But here she was walking in the middle of no where searching for somewhere to find some more goodies, maybe this time a new pack of gum, this one was getting pretty stale.  As she walked she had her baseball bat in her bag sticking out at the top.  Blowing bubbles with every stride she made, she had a canteen as usual, she didn't want to die of thirst on this 'grand' adventure.  But the canteen was rather empty by now only one last drink was able to be sipped in this situation.  She'd just have to find more.  Walking around her green optics scanned around, and suddenly she heard a familiar voice not too far away but it was a panicked voice.  "I--I'd die--there's wolves--"

Walking behind another house across from the other one the girl was able to examine what was happening.  In the door way was a beefy man, and he had her good friend Mettaton at gun point.  Of course he was most likely think he was on the verge of death, but even Tatiana knew that this guy wasn't going to shoot Mettaton unless he absolutely had too.  Guns where hard to come by, not only that, but bullets.  The teen had her own, a Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol".  It was an old weapon, but it got the job done, plus it looked nice when she held it.  The girl managed to pull it out of one of the pockets of her back pack as she slyly made her way over too them. She was extra cautious with her steps as she came up behind this guy and put the gun to his back.

"Seems like you're picking on my friend."  Tatiana said as she kept the gun to this guys back, her finger on the trigger and ready to shoot at any moment.  "How about you leave him alone." 

GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Grunts
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.

PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%

PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong, and hard to beat
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 

[ANIMA]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px;"][align=left]The Hunt hadn't been this close to major settlements in a while. It had put the majority on them that edge - outsiders were coming and going through the territory and she was not allowed to loose an arrow to remind them that this was the Hunt's lands until they moved along. Kaiden was being an idiot when he decided that they would set up near the Badlands.

The flatlands offered a good hunting ground. There were rabbits and small mammals to shoot, but the larger prey - deer and the sorts - are further out from the city altogether. Anima doesn't blame them after all, she would rather be as far away from civilization too. But that doesn't mean that there are useful things to be found in the ruins. There are jewels and trinkets and all sorts of shiny things. Sometimes, she finds arrows or knives or other useful things.

Today, it seems it's not one of those days. It's people that she finds, and she's none too happy about that fact. The final person to enter the room is Anima through a separate doorway than the rest of them, quietly wondering why there were so many doorways to one room. But that doesn't matter, an arrow is nocked in her bow and she draws it back ready to fire. There are more in her quiver, and her scowl is evident. Her hawk is not nearby, something that annoys her at that moment too. Tsumi could have gone for someone's eyes at least.

"If anyone shoots, I will make sure you do not shoot again." The arrow is targeted towards Vincent, who is the one that started the commotion in the first place. It would not do well to have the Badlands hunting to find the person that killed or harmed one of their members. "Take your things and leave without causing a commotion."
[spoiler=INFORMATION]GENERAL:
— anima blair
— female | she/her | assigned female
— biromantic bisexual | female preference
— huntress of the wild hunt
— "queen of crows" / "magpie" / "sharpshooter"
— bonded to a female eurasian sparrowhawk named tsumi
— also has several magpies, named numerically from 1 to 10

APPEARANCE :
— main fc - choi sooyoung
— other fcs - riven ( league of legends ), lightning farron ( ffxiii ), crowe altius ( ffxv ), cirilla ( witcher )
— anima looks like a huntress. from the white facepaint that she regularly dons to her figure, well muscled and toned. her hair is kept shorter than most, tied up in a small scruffy bun at the back her head and her fringe is left down. she has green eyes, sharp facial features and stands at a rather modest 5"5. her legs are quite long for her size whilst her torso is on the shorter side.
— she tends to wear "comfortable" clothing - this ranges from warm coats in the bitter cold to hoodies in warmer weather. she likes leggings, but will also regularly don light armour. she wears one steel pauldron constantly on her right arm and an armguard upon her left forearm to stop wear and tear from her bow. her right hand is often found with a glove to protect her fingers.
— anima has two amulet for protection. one is tied to her bow and is red in colour, dedicated so that her arrows will not miss their mark and is an Onamori. the other is a small amulet that represents a zenko kitsune and is worn as a necklace tucked under her clothes.

PERSONA :
— forest ranger, friendly sniper
— like most hunters, anima is not a welcoming figure to most outsiders. she meets strangers with harsh words and tends to distance herself from there. when meeting them, an arrow is likely nocked in her bow. she will not attack without being provoked and will not reveal much about herself. she is quiet around strangers, acting as a hunter and not as a person.
— to whose who are a member of the hunt or friends of her's, she tends to become more talkative. she has a slightly offensive but still good natured sense of humour, a casual attitude towards death and injury. she loves her birds to a great degree and tends to talk about them at length. she is usually willing to help out her friends, and her methods may not be... Orthodox or even particularly moral at times, but she will do her best

COMBAT & INTERACTIONS :
— fights with two weapons
    — a shortbow
    — single handed sword
— more proficient with the bow than the sword, can reasonably hold her own with a blade against unskilled and reasonably skilled opponents
— prefers to attack from cover, stealth over open combat
— does not fight fair, will use insults and other tricks ( poisons, knives, dirt ) in order to give herself the upper hand in a fight
— will often steal things from other groups, especially "valuables" such as jewelry
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[Vincent Clemens]

He narrowed his eyes at the man before him as he did not do as he was told. He didn't actually have any intent on stealing his knife, he just wanted to make sure he didn't get stabbed while he looked through the guy's bag. But it looked like that won't be happening due to the gun against his back. He cursed himself for not being more careful and allowing this guy to keep him stalled for so long. His shoulders slumped as he realized that he's lost his chance to get away with any loot, but perhaps he could still come out of this alive.

"You put away the gun and I won't-" That's when another figure appears, whereas he didn't quite know whether the two he was currently with were simple scavvers or apart of the Badlands, it was very obvious as to where this woman came from. He heard that the Hunters moved around here, but it wasn't until now that he remembered this. Plus with her choice of weapons, it was very obvious who she was. Now he would have considered this a lifesaver, but the problem was that she was aiming her bow at him and it was only a matter of time until her grip tired and she released that arrow right into his chest.

Vincent holstered his shotgun and put up both of his hands to signify that he gave up. He just hoped that the kid behind him did likewise, otherwise he was left to their mercy. He supposed it was karma that he found himself in this sort of situation. With any luck though, he wasn't gonna get robbed. It seemed like the Huntress wasn't going to allow that, which he was thankful for. But that didn't stop him from having a nasty look set on his face, obviously disgruntled that he found himself in this sort of situation.

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He saw her--and kept quiet, but his mouth was open in shock. Tati? What pure luck she'd found herself here. He was relieved beyond measure, and the instant she spoke he let out a gasp of that relief, a hesitant smile creeping onto his features. He heard the man tell her to put the gun away, and he thought, perhaps--he could distract him, and Tati could shoot--but no, he didn't want her to waste bullets for this, but--maybe this man had robbed others, and he had something of value? Not to mention his own gun.

Of course, Metta's plans were cut short when another showed up, surprising him. He turned to see the woman with her bow, aimed at the elder man, and he frowned a bit--only because the more here, the higher the chance that someone got shot. He didn't want it to be him, or Tati--otherwise he couldn't care less. He was nervous, still--not sure what he could do. The doorways were blocked and until Tati let the man out, he couldn't really do much besides hope that nothing found its way to him. He glared at the man with the gun, a bit more obviously aggressive now he wasn't in immediate danger. He'd remember that face.
"Tatania--let's go?" He asked, his voice still a bit shaky. He glanced at the woman, and flashed her a bit of a smile. "Appreciate this, darling." His voice was warm and friendly--she might be a bit frightening, but she did get the guy to put his hands up. He really did appreciate it.

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HEALTH
Mettaton's in good health--100%
PHYSIQUE
Mettaton is 6'3'' and has a slender build, but with quite muscular legs. He is lean.
WEAPONS
Mettaton carries a long knife, about 9 inches long, in a sheath at his hip.
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES
Mettaton is extremely fast and agile; with a dancer's coordination and flexibility. He can make a tough opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, and unless he's up against a gun, he's a difficult opponent in any scenario unless already weakened. He can be outsmarted, but physically is tough to beat, with his incredible skills at getting away from danger.

He is occasionally a bit of a coward, as well as quite naive and manipulable.

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands member, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you

Her gaze sharp as she soon heard the other person walk into the area as she held a bow and arrow armed too shoot.  She knew that this girl wouldn't shoot, to become an enemy of Badlands was to become an enemy with Satan himself. Backing up from having the revolver to the mans back she looked at Mettaton who had that look of, 'lets go' in them.  God she wanted to beat this dude up, but she knew better, two against two was even chances and that means the scales where balanced, so it would be a dumb thing to fight at this moment.  Of course Tat wouldn't usually give a fuck, but when your friend also wants to leave it was just time to dip out of the situation.

"Tatania--let's go?"

"Yeah lets get out of this dirt pile," the girl spoke with as her green eyes glaring at Vincent, she didn't like him one fucking bit just for fucking with her friend, "there isn't anything here anyways."  The girl spoke as Tatiana kept her gun in hand, her eyes showed her disgust of this situation.  If looks could kill the other two where be dead, slipping out of the doorway she walked down the steps.  Soon turning around awaiting Mettaton to join her. 

GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Grunts
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.

PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%

PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed

INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Biromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 

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