YOU THINK MY BRUISED KNEES ARE SORT OF PRETTY [open, spin the bottle]

[Sel]

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To say that Sel wasn't extremely drunk right now would be extremely false. Frankly, it was a rather hard mistake to make considering how uncoordinated she was then (sure, her gait usually ranged from lazy to elegant, but it was never this bad sober), how much she was slurring (again, it was never this much sober, even with her lazy accent), not to mention the reek of rum.

Sel had thrown the front door of her and Mettaton's house open and called, "Spin the bottle over here!" before retreating inside, plopping down on the floor in the main room and carefully setting the empty bottle on the ground and waiting for someone to join her. Was it because she was drunk that she had decided to host this? No, she'd come to the conclusion she needed to drain a bottle for this before actually draining it.

[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
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ 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
— Plot v.1
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[Sylmae Winzor]

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"Before I decide to uhm.. Stake myself into something like this.. Could you tell me what exactly spin the bottle is?" Sylmae had spent a lot of her life alone so she never had the privilege of playing such games while she was growing up. She had no clue what tag was, spin the bottle, truth or dare. She just knew that people tended to play games together but she had always assumed they were just those silly board games she saw laying around in some of the really old, abandoned towns. Some of them from First Night. She shifted herself and pulled her katana around, resting it over her shoulders as she studied the female intently, waiting for an answer. This was Sel, right? Mae was going to do her best not to upset her so she didn't die.

[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]
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[TATIANA]

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, 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

Spin the fucking bottle, hell yes.  Walking over the girl smiled as she looked at Sel, she liked the girl but she wouldn't really admit fully.  Tatiana suddenly looked at Sylmae, as she listened to the girl speak.  "Before I decide to uhm.. Stake myself into something like this.. Could you tell me what exactly spin the bottle is?"  how does this chick not know what Spin the bottle is, it's rather, simple.  But some others are well sheltered, but she was shocked for anyone to be in this world to be completely honest.  "Spin the bottle, you spin the bottle and who ever it lands on you have to kiss, simple as that."

[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29]GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ 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 Binromantic
✨ 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  [/spoiler]

[Darky]

John was the type of dude who used to love to get absolutely wasted, sometimes even blackout drunk a few times; nowadays though he had to babysit Sel when she got drunk to make sure she didn't try to jump off a bridge or try to flirt with Blake.

Sadly though he hadn't known today was going to be a day when she decided to start downing her stash, and he arrived after she called out for people to play Spin the Bottle. He resisted a sigh and sat down next to Sel, glad that at least Metta wasn't home.

"What Tatiana said, its basically sexual tension the game." John drawled to Sylmae. He didn't bother announcing that he was going to play, considering Sel would make him do it whether or not he wanted to.

[Reggie.]

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Johnny cringed as some crazy lady kicked down a door, deciding to ignore it. Of course then Sylmae spoke up and he turned right around. "Kissin', like, on the lips?" He stood away from the group as he usually did, "sexual?" Oh lord, oh no. He hated that kind of talk, and they were planning to do those types of things? Insane. Gross. Nervously he shook his head. No, he wouldn't be kissing anybody. He'd only kissed a couple people and those weren't good memories, and besides he didn't really know anyone. He was too childish for that sort of stuff anyway. And he was a bad kisser, he had to since the only time he'd ever kissed anyone was when he was just a kid. So many reasons, and nobody would really expect him to join in anyhow. "I," he glanced at Sylmae, "I, uh, got things to do." Yet he stood there like an idiot. What if someone tried to take advantage of her, or Tatiana for that matter. They were both young girls. He side-eyed John before sitting on the floor. No way was he gonna let some hairy ass fool be having his way with two teenagers. Hell no. With a grumpy expression he pulled out a comic and began flipping through it.

// Don't even mind him

[Sel]

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Sel blinked at Sylmae, actually dumbfounded for a few moments thanks to her reduced control. Before she could explain what spin the bottle was in likely graphic detail, Tatiana appeared and explained. Probably better off that way. "Yeah, basically." Sel echoed Tatiana and John, crossing her legs under her. While it wasn't too difficult to get on her bad side, actually upsetting her was a bit harder.

Sel grinned at Tatiana and John, though she hoped that someone she'd actually be interested in kissing would show up soon. Tat and Syl were both kinda young (it wasn't a huge difference, but her sister had been their age and no) and John was... John. The guy that held her hair back when she puked and if necessary, cleaned the mess. Not in a romantic way though, he did it because if he didn't she might conveniently not be around when he got beat up.

The drunk Warchief looked at Johnny, who seemed frazzled by the whole concept of spin the bottle. "Yeah, boy." Why did that make him so... weird? Had he never been kissed before or something? "Is that thing... stand around and watch us?" Really though, the one most likely to get taken advantage of wasn't the clear-headed and capable girls or the dude literally wearing a big cat's skin, but the crapulant woman who rarely said no.

//late and crappy

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17]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
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ 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
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[ashen]

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Mettaton had a few pet peeves. Overall, he liked to be a happy person--but he was ticked off routinely by a few things.

One: John.

Two: Not being invited to parties.

Two squared: Not being invited to parties in his own home hosted by his best friend (entirely his own label, he had no clue what Sel thought and he didn't want to know) who was already drunk in his own home--

He was shocked to come into the house and see not only Sel wasted, but with Tati? And--and John? His eyes were wide and he'd already opened his mouth to yell when he saw the bottle--and Sylmae, who didn't deserve to hear him angry. He glared, feeling disappointed. "Well." He glared at them all--especially his intoxicated roomie, who probably couldn't care less. "I'm sure you weren't thinking you'd play a game of--spin the bottle?" His voice went up a notch as he realized it was one of his favorite games--then quickly back down because fuck them all--"Without me--hm?" He glanced at John and took a breath. He could get through this--he just really, really wanted to join in. "Do we have any alcohol left, Sel, darling--or did you down it all?" He didn't have much hope for a drink, himself.

It was only then that the other fellow caught his eye, sitting on the floor and..reading? "Dear, what on earth are you doing?" What an oddball.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


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
[/spoiler]

[Sel]

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Ok good, Mettaton was here. Sel wasn't really that interested in kissing Metta, but Sel (especially drunk Sel) would take him over John and some teenage girls any day. Sorry John. "Of course not, man, I was wonderin' when you were gonna get here, join us." She said, clumsily scooting over to make room for Mettaton. She chuckled when he asked if they had anymore alcohol. "Metta do I really strike you as the type to keep just one bottle around?" Again she giggled. "So who wants to start?"

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17]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
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ 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
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[carlisle]

[align=center][div style="width:470px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:160%; color:black"]Apparently, not even the Badlanders were free from the childish games from the world before the explosion, and Jack couldn't bring himself to be surprised. He stood towards the edge of the room, watching amusedly with his arms crossed over his chest. He was a flirt, and definitely on the immature side of things, so this game was right up his alley. Though he was years and years older than most of these people, it didn't bother him, he thought this game plus alcohol would be amusing. Then again, he did have one giant ass roadblock standing in his way. If Nuit saw him sitting drunkenly in a circle and kissing someone else, he'd skin him alive. "I'll just watch for now, but I do love this game." He gave a small grin and leaned back against the wall.

/dunno if people are even still replying to this but i have muse oops

[spoiler=OLD SOLDIER — UPDATED JANUARY 30.]GENERAL —
★ jack morrison | soldier 76, morrison | cisgender male [ he/him ]
★ 48 years old physically & 20-something mentally | ages in real time
★ currently roaming as a loner | previously lived in st. peters
★ bisexual with a preference for men | dating nuit

APPEARANCE —
★ 6'2 | 235lbs
★ sandy blonde/gray hair | tired blue eyes
★ muscled & strong | body of a well-conditioned soldier
★ scarred & battered | commanding presence | fc: j.r. bourne

PERSONALITY —
★ [color=black]boring, but practical | deadpan snarker | grumpy old man | heroic self-deprication | jerk with a heart of gold | jack-of-all-trades | big brother instinct | team dad
★ protective | valiant | vaguely leaderly | determined
★ jaded | occasionally immature | dryly flirtatious | possessive | distrustful

INTERACTION —
★ hard - very hard physically | medium - sort of hard mentally | attack in #3D4871
★ weary of fighting, but is also an instigator | will fight back if attacked
★ can treat minor wounds | 10 years of military training | tactful in combat
[br][/spoiler]