[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; color: #000000"]Beads of sweat begins to form on his forehead, the shadows beginning to cascade melodramatic shadows over unrecognizable towards the dark haired brute. His last hideaway had been raided by bandits, and not too long ago, for the last time he would be seeing the inconsolable face of the person he thought he cared for him most without any objection towards his exile. Both times left him with scraped bruised knuckles, left from the devastation and the many emotions that came along with it ― anger was the most severe one. Both times he thought about going back. Vengeance clawed at his chest like claws, but he didn't act against it. Not only because he knew he didn't have a chance, that hadn't been the point, he would have died trying. But because he knew that it wouldn't have any affect. For once, he was able to walk away, from the place he grew up and the first place he was able to temporarily make a living from. And now it was this place, foreign, and despite its eerie silence, there was something lively about it. he definitely wasn't the only one here. Clammy hands clutched the meelee weapon in his hand, tightening til his knuckles turned white. His intentions aren't to stay, but to quickly travel through without making a fuss, without being a threat. But something tells him that he won't get away so easily.
No mattter how quickly he walked, it didn't quite seem quick enough. At any moment there could be a threat ― he was expecting it from every corner. However as he continued walking, all intentional thoughts seemed to go out the window when he noticed the looming mansion. How he didn't notice it, he wasn't sure, as it stood out from everything else around it, even as this place being moderately nice for what it was worth. He was taken aback and he wondered what this place was and then one particular story seemed to come back to him in a rush ― The Badlands. Was he looming into territory where even the predators sometimes became the prey? Vicious savages? No one looked out for each other, only themselves? He wanted to move, but couldn't quite move his feet, although he knows he should.
[spoiler=tags 2/6] GENERAL
bowie william hampton | n/a | male (he/him)
★ born june twentieth, twenty, ages real time
★ badlands newcomer
★ demisexual, demiromantic
notes
★ bowie william hamptom's history was a jumbled mess of good lucks - as he was born into a traveling group that wasn't too well known, however they wandered under strict law. when his father died, he was looked at to who would be his father's best friend, daria, however, bowie's behavior was questionable even for her to hide, as he continued to move forwards. violent outbursts - with good intentions, or fed up ones, and eventually near death caused towards a well respected warrior caused even daria to give up on him completely and when it was time for him to leave, despite his desparation, she did not object when it had been decided.
★ has always been a lone wolf, prefers to be on his own. this in itself had placed judgement upon him other than his violent acts being driven be passion and emotional rage. it is suspected that he is suffers from bipolar disorder.
★ bowie's partially deaf due to an near death experience with he was about ten years old. his hearing is the the weakest part to him - and he also uses it as an excuse as to why he didn't hear someone talking to him. also because of this, since about the time of the accident he'd temporarily lost his hearing completely, he knows some ASL as and uses this to his advantage as well.
★ despite his emotional outcries, he has not completely lost his humanity, in fact, if anything, his sensitivity shows just about how much humanity he still posses
physical appearance
★ face: dylan o'brien | 80% health
★ slender build
★ injuries: cuts and bruises
personality
★ defining trait: lone wolf; much rather keep to himself half of the time than associate himself with plenty of people unless necessary because his lack of good communication skills mainly, especially when irritated. he can come off as sort of an bit of an sarcastic asshole sometimes, matter-of-fact, so plenty of the time he chooses not to speak at all since this is the case
★ has a hard time working with all people, emotional, aggressively driven, impulsive, protective over those he comes to care for, pessimistic. this is half the side to him however, when you work yourself through this layer, there is much more loving, friendly side towards bowie that not many knows.
★ dependent on those who he comes close to.
★ innovative, anti-hero
inventory
★ pocket knife
★ 22 revolver
★ pistol
★ meelee base ball bat
★ backpack
★ canteen bottle
★ cross necklace (was his mother's)
relationships
to be developed
interaction
★ lacks of communication skills, impulsive attacker if perceived threat to him or those he cares about, innovative and good at making weapons that can be used in combat, packs a strong punch.
★ difficulty: 7/10 in training | speed, strength, innovator, driven by emotional rage. lacks in light-footing as he is very clumsy within itself but is training to get slightly better, good with guns.
★ attack in bold [b]#0000CD
★ can roleplay non violent actions
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Sylmae was, to say the least, not pleased with the fact that she still hadn't managed to find a home of her own that would keep her safe. Her tent felt like the only safe area here, even now that she had a small puppy to protect now. It was the home she had known for as long as she could remember and she wasn't quite ready to give that up, she guessed. Swallowed hard, the small girl shifted over the territory, converses silent on the ground as she moved. For once, the girl wore something other than pants today, though it was nothing quite as girly as the skirts she saw floating around here. Simple black shorts with a tank top and a flannel that hung open on her slight frame. She hummed softly as she twirled her sword effortlessly in her slim fingers, chocolate hues fixated on nothing particular until she found herself making out the figure of a man standing at what she assumed was the border. She still hadn't quite gotten all the landmarks down yet, but she was getting there. She let her hum drop away, her katana falling still in her grip as she moved towards the male, her gentle features seeming to harden as she moved.
"Who are you.. and uhm.. What do you want with the Badlands?" The awkward female wasn't too good at addressing strangers, nor was she good at talking to anyone in general, so this was just unbearable. She felt like she was about to crawl right out of her own skin but she had to get this over with. If it wasn't her, the poor guy might end up stuck with someone much scarier and she didn't want him to get spooked. Why she cared, she didn't know, but she didn't like knowing that people were ever scared and if she could help it, she would. Little helper Mae, right?
[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
 Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
 Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
 Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
[/spoiler]
[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamÃÂÂe #TAGHERE
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"] Johnny looked up as he heard stomping coming down the street. Quietly he peaked out from the alley he was resting in, groaning when he noticed a man walking around and then that one girl just casually greeting him. Maybe it was for the best someone gentle talked to the stranger. He may have been kind of a wimp, but he was a big guy and didn't know what to say to anyone. Which wasn't good.
With rifle in hand and his bag slung around his shoulder John stepped out, eyes narrowed. He probably shouldn't have done it, show himself, most likely he should have just let Mae handle it. When had he ever done the right thing, though? Even as a kid he was a major screw up. Well, kids were meant to screw up, so even as an adult he fucked up pretty frequently. Shoulders squared he stepped behind Slymae. He shouldn't have done this. God, he already regretted it. Couldn't he just go? Hmm, no. That'd be weird. Yeah, weird. It was no biggie, people were supposed to defend their home anyway. Yeah, it was all good. All good.
[spoiler=info]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley
INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
[/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 110%; color: #000000"]"Who are you.. and uhm.. What do you want with the Badlands?"
The words took him off guard and barely, had he almost caught them did his he slightly lack in the hearing realm. Wiping around, his grip tightened on his weapon, just in case he should be expecting some sort of impact, although that was ironic to say, as the individual who spoke sounded as if they couldn't hurt a fly, much less make proper confrontation, but bowie learned that people could surprise you. much less, though he lacked to analyze it within her words, it was much more clearer within her expression ― she looked hesitant, nervous, quite the opposite of what was expected in a place so savage, so brutal. again, he knew there could be some unexpected element of surprise, however, he tried to not let it get the better of him. he was sure that this one person wasn't even the half of many and if anything, maybe he was lucky to be running into someone like her. his grip loosened, his tongue running over his bottom lip. they were chapped now. his canteen bottle has been empty for days.
"I was just passing through," he stated, although his throat was dry from a parched throat made his voice sound ragged. He didn't quite rush to answer who he was. That part wasn't important. "I hadn't even realized that I'd crossed into territory. Is there any way that you could show me the way out?" He knew that if anything, now wasn't the pride to be full of pride. He felt as if he might collapse any moment, but he didn't want to admit that much. As long as he could find the clear route out without any altercations, he would hopefully run into somewhere that made him feel at least slightly more secure, in this case, anywhere probably would. It wasn't just the fact that he thought that anyone could prey him at any moment, but the fact that his former group proved that he didn't do too well with people at all. He wasn't up for being submissive and despite his emotions, he wasn't interested in disputations, either.
Before the girl could answer, yet someone else stepped out. No words from him were addressed, but he was made Bowie much more uneasy. His hand tightened on the weapon in his hand, but he didn't dare loosen his grip, nor was he expecting to back down. Being submissive didn't quite get you what you wanted, and he had a clear goal in mind that he planned on achieving.
[spoiler=tags 2/6] GENERAL
bowie william hampton | n/a | male (he/him)
★ born june twentieth, twenty, ages real time
★ badlands newcomer
★ demisexual, demiromantic
notes
★ bowie william hamptom's history was a jumbled mess of good lucks - as he was born into a traveling group that wasn't too well known, however they wandered under strict law. when his father died, he was looked at to who would be his father's best friend, daria, however, bowie's behavior was questionable even for her to hide, as he continued to move forwards. violent outbursts - with good intentions, or fed up ones, and eventually near death caused towards a well respected warrior caused even daria to give up on him completely and when it was time for him to leave, despite his desparation, she did not object when it had been decided.
★ has always been a lone wolf, prefers to be on his own. this in itself had placed judgement upon him other than his violent acts being driven be passion and emotional rage. it is suspected that he is suffers from bipolar disorder.
★ bowie's partially deaf due to an near death experience with he was about ten years old. his hearing is the the weakest part to him - and he also uses it as an excuse as to why he didn't hear someone talking to him. also because of this, since about the time of the accident he'd temporarily lost his hearing completely, he knows some ASL as and uses this to his advantage as well.
★ despite his emotional outcries, he has not completely lost his humanity, in fact, if anything, his sensitivity shows just about how much humanity he still posses
physical appearance
★ face: dylan o'brien | 80% health
★ slender build
★ injuries: cuts and bruises
personality
★ defining trait: lone wolf; much rather keep to himself half of the time than associate himself with plenty of people unless necessary because his lack of good communication skills mainly, especially when irritated. he can come off as sort of an bit of an sarcastic asshole sometimes, matter-of-fact, so plenty of the time he chooses not to speak at all since this is the case
★ has a hard time working with all people, emotional, aggressively driven, impulsive, protective over those he comes to care for, pessimistic. this is half the side to him however, when you work yourself through this layer, there is much more loving, friendly side towards bowie that not many knows.
★ dependent on those who he comes close to.
★ innovative, anti-hero
inventory
★ pocket knife
★ 22 revolver
★ pistol
★ meelee base ball bat
★ backpack
★ canteen bottle
★ cross necklace (was his mother's)
relationships
to be developed
interaction
★ lacks of communication skills, impulsive attacker if perceived threat to him or those he cares about, innovative and good at making weapons that can be used in combat, packs a strong punch.
★ difficulty: 7/10 in training | speed, strength, innovator, driven by emotional rage. lacks in light-footing as he is very clumsy within itself but is training to get slightly better, good with guns.
★ attack in bold [b]#0000CD
★ can roleplay non violent actions
track lol
YOU'VE GOT A PRETTY
KIND OF DIRTY FACE
★[div style="bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: black; margin-top: -6px"]
Sylmae shifted as Johnny came up beside her but stayed quiet, something she wished she had been allowed to do when she had stumbled upon the male and she swallowed a little bit as she tilted her head a bit. She hadn't seen him around in a while but now here he was! He was one of the really nice few here, something she appreciated, something that made her feel safe here. She bit back the small smile as she moved and then took a small step towards the male, her hand shifting against her blade as she studied Bowie absently. He was talking, but his words didn't quite make sense. Hadn't the Badlands done a well enough job marking their borders? Perhaps not, or maybe they wanted poor souls to actually join the area by just stumbling in and offering them life or death. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and she shrugged a little bit as she stared at him and then she nodded a bit.
"Well.. I mean.. I don't quite think that's how it works here.. Uhm.. I mean.. I can show you out but I can't.. promise that someone won't try to kill you for.. not joining?" She shrugged a bit and glanced back at Johnny, hoping that the man who had lived here longer might know the answer to such a question but she also didn't want to scare Bowie away, he seemed like he was ready to run for the hills, no matter what. "You're always welcome to uhm... join us.. I mean.. Not all of us bite.." Sylmae offered him a soft smile, something she didn't quite offer to most people but she felt bad. She could have really made him scared with her words before hand and that wasn't her goal. She was only trying to get him to stay as opposed to having someone else here track him down and try to kill him because he wasn't willing to join the group. She scuffed the toe of her shoe against the ground as she looked down. She wasn't so good at this, or used to it.
[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
 Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
 Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
 Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
[/spoiler]
[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamÃÂÂe #TAGHERE
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"] "You could turn around," Johnny muttered, "just follow the way you came and there you go." He didn't mean to sound sarcastic, but the guy really could just follow his own path. Why did no one have common sense? Well, a lot of them didn't anyway. Especially new comers, but to be fair he had been a joiner too. "I'm afraid I'd you don't leave or join I'll have to consider you an enemy," his rifle tapped against his side as he waited for the stranger to say something. Couldn't Matt be here, or Tatiana? Someone who knew what they were doing? He didn't want to hurt anyone especially a stranger, and not in front of Sylmae. Shed probably hate him forever if he did that. Which would suck since she was one of the pleasant people. "We have food," he offered after Sylmae suggested him joining, "and you'll be protected."
// Sighh muse where have you gone..
[spoiler=info]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley
INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
[/spoiler]
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