open, mtts sick (sort of excuse for my inactivity??? rip)

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He'd thought it was just because it was 'that time of the month' when he'd vomited up his breakfast in the woods. Apparently not. It'd been two weeks and he still had trouble keeping anything down, and he'd gone a few days now without even bothering with makeup. He was tired and shaky that morning, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought that maybe he was going to die. That was probably an overdramatic sentiment, but he felt poorly enough to entertain that it was a possibility. He did in some way enjoy acknowledging just how ill he must be; though right now his fatigue was enough that he couldn't care less about anything other than getting more sleep.

As it happened, he was currently napping outside, back resting against the side of a fountain, his legs drawn up in front of him. He liked it out here because the sun was shining. He was also reasonably sure he wouldn't get murdered.

Well, he wasn't that sure, but the sleeping hadn't been entirely intentional.

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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
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[GENJI SHIMADA.]

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of course not of any severe stuff, but a small fever? that was something he could handle.

mirtillo wasn't going to lie when he said that he hadn't been spying on mettaton for the past few days. in fact, he was. and a whole lot. of course, he was mostly doing it too really see if he even was sick. he didn't want to ask the headhunter and possibly make him offended, making him probably attack. mirtillo wanted to make absolute sure that he was sick enough so that it wouldn't be offending if the small man asked. and it seemed that he was sick enough for mirtillo to approach, because there mirtillo was, quickly creeping over on light feet.

he really didn't want to wake mettaton like this, but just as he always told himself- 'always make sure they were okay before leaving them alone!' quite the specific thing to say to himself, but mir had very specific things that stayed in his brain.

the male would unravel his scarf as he approached, handling the silky cloth in the crook of his arm as he let his free arm reach forward, his gloved hand taking a firm but loose hold onto mett's shoulder. "excuse me? oh, golly gee..." his voice was more of a hushed noise than a voice, but he shook the headhunter's shoulder just in case he wasn't awoken by mirtillo's voice. "you've looked awfully ill lately, sir. if it isn't any trouble-" geezums, should he really be doing this? badlanders might make fun of him... "could i check up on you? f-feel free to borrow my scarf if you're cold..."

[ashen]

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Mettaton was only dozing, really--the hard ground wasn't enough for him to slip comfortably into anything deeper, but his eyelids were heavy enough that they'd fallen shut, and while he almost felt conscious, at least partly aware of the sensations surrounding him, the cold of the stone and the sound of the wind, the gentle approach didn't disturb him. Up close to the lad, his hair had fallen from his features, revealing the simple cotton eye-patch he wore over his right eye, and his makeup seemed a bit smudged.

Though he heard the voice--the soft 'golly gee' was little more than an amusement to his drowsing self, and a comforting one at that. He couldn't imagine it to be real, and assuming it was a dream, it didn't wake him. The contact, however, couldn't be faked--and though it was gentle enough, as his shoulders bumped back into the fountain wall, Mettaton opened his eye and coughed a bit, turning his head to stare at Mirtillo and quickly moving back--his instinct wasn't, thankfully, violent, and he just looked a bit confused and on high alert. After a moment, he began to process what the young man had been saying, and after a yawn and a glance down at the gloved hand--ah, another glove wearer, how cute--he rubbed at his eye, and shrugged, not quite sure he understood. "I...you want to what, darling? I'm fine..." He paused to re-evaluate that. Was this someone he had to worry about image to? Yes, of course. No one wasn't in that category. But...did he have to maintain an invulnerable image to him? It sure didn't look like this guy was planning on hurting him. Not that he could if he tried, really.

"Well, now that you mention it, gorgeous, I am feeling a bit shaky.." Delicately, he tried to avoid any mention of...his less attractive symptoms. "Are you a doctor?" There was a slight smile on his lips--almost amused.

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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
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[Sel]

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Of course Sel noticed that Mettaton had been acting off lately, and thus had been making John bring in extra food without telling him why. She was 90% sure John thought it was for Metta and was salty about it but she didn't really care that much. Or at all, to be more precise. Other than making sure there was enough food though, she didn't try to get in his face about it or whatever. If he needed her help he could ask, but her help very seldom came freely and/or without request.

"Me-thinks not." Sel said from their porch, a cigarette between her lips. "Doctors don't wake sick people up, they let them rest." Even she knew that, and she was far from an actual doctor.

//this is crap sorry

[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]