MOUTH OF THE DEVIL | open, joining

babyface · 09-17-2017, 04:34 AM

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]She honestly, truly, had no idea where she was.

She woke up in a place she didn't know, the effects of the cocktail of drugs she'd taken last night still lingering. They were getting increasingly harder to come by. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to decrease her usage -- hell no. With a stiff groan, Jen groggily stood up, her back sore as she had spent the night sitting against a tree. She rubbed an eyes and yawned, stretching out her back. God, where the fuck did she wind up? "Crazy night." She laughed to herself. Jen lifted her backpack over her shoulders, shrugging it on. It was, unfortunately, light. She was not only running out of drugs, but supplies, too. She smacked her lips together, heading in a random direction, unsure of where exactly she was heading.

She had walked maybe an hour when she spotted the barricade. She hummed to herself, readjusting her pack and starting towards it. By the looks of it, there was a town. Maybe there were some people there? Or at the very least, supplies. When she approached the fence, she grabbed onto the links. She gave it a good shaking, causing quite the ruckus. "Hello!" She called out, her voice ear-splitting and loud. That should get the attention of any possible people around. If no one responded, she'd find a way to get over and ransack them for every morsel of food they had.

[spoiler=NO CULTURE | tags][size=8pt]NAME: jen ophelia harris
NICKNAME: none
AGE: 21 years
GENDER: trans woman
PRONOUNS: she/her/herself
SEXUALITY: hypersexual pansexual panromantic
DATE OF BIRTH: may 31st (21 years)
NATIONALITY: middle easter
RELIGION: atheist
ALLIANCE: northstar district
OCCUPATION: soldier

HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'5", 180lbs
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: bronze skin, freckles, frizzy swamp green hair, brown eyes, high, prominent features, lanky build
HEALTH: physically very healthy
FACECLAIM: none

LEVEL OF INELEGANCE: decently smart
MBTI TYPE: EFSP
POSITIVE TRAITS: easy going, relaxed, decisive
NEUTRAL TRAITS: brash, brazen, loud
NEGATIVE TRAITS: deeply troubled, rude, arrogant, addict
MENTAL ILLNESSES: no diagnoses
GOALS AND BELIEFS: believes in soulmates, goal is to be accepted
TV TROPES: wip

HISTORY: wip
FEARS: being alone, people rejecting her, not being accepted
MOTIVES: to be wanted and accepted

ALLOY · 09-17-2017, 06:10 AM

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width:500px;font-size:9.3pt; line-height:15px;"]
"Way to endear yourself by being a fucking nuisance." A sharp frown occupied much of Praxis' features, distaste evident throughout his expression, green eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled. There were better ways of announcing oneself, and however hard he worked at making himself the greatest thorn in everyone else's sides, not even he would have tried to garner attention like this, raucous and irritating. He was tempted to keep on walking and leave her here after the terse acknowledgement, but Praxis didn't know what the hell she would do if that happened. People weren't exactly trustworthy in this day-and-age, as he'd had to learn so hastily in the last year after spending all of his life secluded. So he begrudgingly approached, hands in his pockets and a pinch between his brows. "What do you want?" He was tense, tenser than what could be seen beyond his many layers of clothing, because again, he didn't know her, and he couldn't trust her. Maybe she was part of a ploy, a distraction while the real event occurred elsewhere, or maybe she wanted him to come close enough to pull a weapon on him through the links. That was why he kept a careful distance away from the much taller stranger. He couldn't defend himself very well, not without the element of surprise on his side or tricks up his sleeve, neither of which were in his favor right now.
[spoiler=I RAN SO FAR AWAY (INFO; 9/14)][size=8pt]GENERAL
-Praxis Terzi | Cisgender male, male pronouns | 18 years old | Born June 13
-Unknown sexuality | Single; not looking to grow close with anyone like that
-Resident of NorthStar District (for now; may choose to wander off later)

PHYSICALITY
-Shaggy, curly black hair; perpetually messy | Sharp, vivid green eyes; almond-rectangular shape
-Willowy and slender | Weighs in around 105 pounds, so he's a bit underweight, but not greatly
-Stands at 5'6 | Gains a few inches from the heels of his combat boots (5'8 while worn)
-Unblemished for the most part, but has faint scars all along the knuckles of both hands
-Tends to wear baggier clothing in layers, to seem both more muscular and larger than he is
-Owns a Smith & Wesson Model 642 kept in his pocket | Also owns a small combat knife

PERSONALITY
-Convinced he needs to be the "bad guy" to survive, so many traits are faked/forced
-Sharp-tongued and typically hostile | Keeps to himself and rarely socializes willingly
-More timid than he reveals | Self-serving, though with his own strain of sympathy
-Honestly just a mess with a shit-ton of guilt and confusion (with morality, especially)

**finny.** · 09-17-2017, 06:16 AM

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.3; padding: 1px; width: 415px; margin-top: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color:black"]a sharp and loud voice caught dahlia's attention as she was walking around. her eyebrows furrowed together at the way this person tried to get anyone's attention. she let out a breath before making her way towards the barricade as her eyes caught onto praxis already there. "who is it?" dahlia asked him as she walked closer before she noticed the newcomer. her brown eyes subconsciously narrowed in a skeptical way as she looked over the girl, waiting for her to answer the question praxis had asked.

// ew this was bad

[spoiler= ◂ ITS THE FEW, THE PROUD, AND THE EMOTIONAL | updated 14 / 9]
･ﾟ★ ☾ I'M FAIRLY LOCAL, I'VE BEEN AROUND I'VE SEEN THE STREETS YOU'RE WALKING DOWN

GENERAL ★ I'M NOT EVIL TO THE CORE WHAT I SHOULDN'T DO I WILL FIGHT
★ dahlia aphrodite drake | sometimes goes by 'dad' due to her initials
★ cisgender female | she/her | female
★ twenty-four | mentally around her actual age or older | may fifth | taurus
★ member | northstar district
★ no former ranks
★ speaks in bold, thinks in italics

OTHER ★ I KNOW I'M EMOTIONAL WHAT I WANNA SAVE I WILL TRY
★ rolls her eyes frequently, sometimes chews on the inside of her cheek when she's deep in thought, runs her hand through her hair.
★ could probably survive quite well in the badlands but has no interest in doing so.
★ smells of a mixture between cinnamon and vanilla.

APPEARANCE ★ I KNOW WHO I TRULY AM I TRULY DO HAVE A CHANCE
★ curvy and athletic | quite strong
★ dark and long brunette hair | multiple small scars around her body that can really only be noticed when you are paying close attention | dark brown eyes | dimples when she smiles and laughs
★ appearance
★ where's casual clothes that are easy to move in, more on the darker color range normally | always wears a necklace and will get really pissed if someone tries taking it away from her.
★ physical health: 98%

PERSONALITY ★ TOMORROW I'LL SWITCH THE BEAT TO AVOID YESTERDAY'S DANCE
★ ESTP
★ biography
★ intelligent | brave | loyal | patient | reliable
★ independent | selective | stubborn | quiet | confusing
★ broken | uncompromising | sarcastic | a bit moody | impulsive
★ has a bit of insomnia and when she does sleep she has terrible nightmares.
★ sometimes a real salty bitch but if you don't give her a reason to be one she won't be.
★ really reliable and loyal. once you earn her trust she will have your back no matter what. unless you cross her.
★ mental health: 93%

RELATIONSHIPS ★ YO, YOU, BULLETPROOF AND BLACK LIKE A FUNERAL
★ heartchart
★ biromantic
★ bisexual
★ in a relationship
★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by n/a
★ trusts: northstar district, colin
★ 1/2 of dahlin

INTERACTION ★ THE WORLD AROUND US IS BURNING BUT WE'RE SO COLD
★ physically strong | mental above average | attack in bold #800517
★ will initiate fights | will fight back if attacked
★ strategical and highly observant
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed[/spoiler]

babyface · 09-17-2017, 06:37 AM

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Jen had to admit, she was surprised to see another person. She had been on her own for awhile, and had only run into others a few times. This definitely was a surprise. Of course, it was her luck, that this other person was kind of a dick. She simply stared at him as he spoke, half in shock, half pissed off. "You sure know how to charm a lady." She scoffed. "Maybe try being not such a pain in the ass next time you talk to someone, though." She said, fluttering her eyelashes in a rather sarcastic manner. Right off the bat, she already didn't like this guy. It was kind of hypocritical of her, though, seeing as she was far from nice and polite. Oh, well.

She was about to answer his question when another approached. Jen had to admit, she was quite good looking. A smile curled at her lips and she gave Dahlia a wink. "Your secret admirer." She cooed. She split her attention between the both of them now, brown eyes flicking from Dahlia to Praxis. "So, like, is this a group or is it just the two of you?" She asked, intrigued by the thought of there being even more people.

[spoiler=NO CULTURE | tags][size=8pt]NAME: jen ophelia harris
NICKNAME: none
AGE: 21 years
GENDER: trans woman
PRONOUNS: she/her/herself
SEXUALITY: hypersexual pansexual panromantic
DATE OF BIRTH: may 31st (21 years)
NATIONALITY: middle easter
RELIGION: atheist
ALLIANCE: northstar district
OCCUPATION: soldier

HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'5", 180lbs
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: bronze skin, freckles, frizzy swamp green hair, brown eyes, high, prominent features, lanky build
HEALTH: physically very healthy
FACECLAIM: none

LEVEL OF INELEGANCE: decently smart
MBTI TYPE: EFSP
POSITIVE TRAITS: easy going, relaxed, decisive
NEUTRAL TRAITS: brash, brazen, loud
NEGATIVE TRAITS: deeply troubled, rude, arrogant, addict
MENTAL ILLNESSES: no diagnoses
GOALS AND BELIEFS: believes in soulmates, goal is to be accepted
TV TROPES: wip

HISTORY: wip
FEARS: being alone, people rejecting her, not being accepted
MOTIVES: to be wanted and accepted

MOUTH OF THE DEVIL \| open, joining
babyface Posts:1,503 #1 09-17-2017, 04:34 AM [align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]She honestly, truly, had no idea where she was. She woke up in a place she didn't know, the effects of the cocktail of drugs she'd taken last night still lingering. They were getting increasingly harder to come by. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to decrease her usage -- hell no. With a stiff groan, Jen groggily stood up, her back sore as she had spent the night sitting against a tree. She rubbed an eyes and yawned, stretching out her back. God, where the fuck did she wind up? "Crazy night." She laughed to herself. Jen lifted her backpack over her shoulders, shrugging it on. It was, unfortunately, light. She was not only running out of drugs, but supplies, too. She smacked her lips together, heading in a random direction, unsure of where exactly she was heading. She had walked maybe an hour when she spotted the barricade. She hummed to herself, readjusting her pack and starting towards it. By the looks of it, there was a town. Maybe there were some people there? Or at the very least, supplies. When she approached the fence, she grabbed onto the links. She gave it a good shaking, causing quite the ruckus. "Hello!" She called out, her voice ear-splitting and loud. That should get the attention of any possible people around. If no one responded, she'd find a way to get over and ransack them for every morsel of food they had. [spoiler=NO CULTURE \| tags][size=8pt]NAME: jen ophelia harris NICKNAME: none AGE: 21 years GENDER: trans woman PRONOUNS: she/her/herself SEXUALITY: hypersexual pansexual panromantic DATE OF BIRTH: may 31st (21 years) NATIONALITY: middle easter RELIGION: atheist ALLIANCE: northstar district OCCUPATION: soldier HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'5", 180lbs PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: bronze skin, freckles, frizzy swamp green hair, brown eyes, high, prominent features, lanky build HEALTH: physically very healthy FACECLAIM: none LEVEL OF INELEGANCE: decently smart MBTI TYPE: EFSP POSITIVE TRAITS: easy going, relaxed, decisive NEUTRAL TRAITS: brash, brazen, loud NEGATIVE TRAITS: deeply troubled, rude, arrogant, addict MENTAL ILLNESSES: no diagnoses GOALS AND BELIEFS: believes in soulmates, goal is to be accepted TV TROPES: wip HISTORY: wip FEARS: being alone, people rejecting her, not being accepted MOTIVES: to be wanted and accepted [align=center]tags \| pinterest Reply ALLOY Posts:327 #2 09-17-2017, 06:10 AM [align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width:500px;font-size:9.3pt; line-height:15px;"] "Way to endear yourself by being a fucking nuisance." A sharp frown occupied much of Praxis' features, distaste evident throughout his expression, green eyes narrowed and nose wrinkled. There were better ways of announcing oneself, and however hard he worked at making himself the greatest thorn in everyone else's sides, not even he would have tried to garner attention like this, raucous and irritating. He was tempted to keep on walking and leave her here after the terse acknowledgement, but Praxis didn't know what the hell she would do if that happened. People weren't exactly trustworthy in this day-and-age, as he'd had to learn so hastily in the last year after spending all of his life secluded. So he begrudgingly approached, hands in his pockets and a pinch between his brows. "What do you want?" He was tense, tenser than what could be seen beyond his many layers of clothing, because again, he didn't know her, and he couldn't trust her. Maybe she was part of a ploy, a distraction while the real event occurred elsewhere, or maybe she wanted him to come close enough to pull a weapon on him through the links. That was why he kept a careful distance away from the much taller stranger. He couldn't defend himself very well, not without the element of surprise on his side or tricks up his sleeve, neither of which were in his favor right now. [spoiler=I RAN SO FAR AWAY (INFO; 9/14)][size=8pt]GENERAL -Praxis Terzi \| Cisgender male, male pronouns \| 18 years old \| Born June 13 -Unknown sexuality \| Single; not looking to grow close with anyone like that -Resident of NorthStar District (for now; may choose to wander off later) PHYSICALITY -Shaggy, curly black hair; perpetually messy \| Sharp, vivid green eyes; almond-rectangular shape -Willowy and slender \| Weighs in around 105 pounds, so he's a bit underweight, but not greatly -Stands at 5'6 \| Gains a few inches from the heels of his combat boots (5'8 while worn) -Unblemished for the most part, but has faint scars all along the knuckles of both hands -Tends to wear baggier clothing in layers, to seem both more muscular and larger than he is -Owns a Smith & Wesson Model 642 kept in his pocket \| Also owns a small combat knife PERSONALITY -Convinced he needs to be the "bad guy" to survive, so many traits are faked/forced -Sharp-tongued and typically hostile \| Keeps to himself and rarely socializes willingly -More timid than he reveals \| Self-serving, though with his own strain of sympathy -Honestly just a mess with a shit-ton of guilt and confusion (with morality, especially) [align=center][table]
IT'S	RAINING	RAINING	MEN
« Next Oldest \| Next Newest »