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[jerome.]

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— jerome didn’t know whether he fit into the crowd here at los santos, or if he was merely oblivious to his own situation. he never really had a place to call home ever since he was forced to flee from his old home, and residing in los santos was an entirely different atmosphere. did that mean that he didn’t belong? he liked to think that wasn’t the case. granted, he didn’t seem particularly aligned with their beliefs and their system -- and yet, he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb like an outcast or misfit of the group. that, or he could be entirely oblivious to being the oddball of the group. time would tell.

however, sometimes even he had to admit that he felt like a fish out of water.

he’d never truly been alone before. even when he had been left to his own devices after losing his home, the moment had been rather short lived before eben came into his life. now he struggled to admit his own dependence to the other man. to the other man, and how protected ben made him feel. he shoved his hands in his pockets as he wandered down one of the streets by his own that night. why he decided to head out, he had no idea. he felt like he was in need of fresh air, something better than remaining in his room, restless.

he tensed at the sight of movement from the corner of his eyes. a silhouette in the pale moonlight. slowing to a stop, he turned his head to face the newcomer. however, with still slightly-wide eyes, his shoulders slumped into a more relaxed position at the sight of a dog. there were numerous surrounding the city. strays, they said. the group prided themselves on having such a loyal pack of strays on their side. looking at the pit bull in front of him, j couldn’t blame them for feeling that way.

“hey, boy,” jerome greeted, then, crouching down. he held a hand out towards the dog. the dog still appeared hesitant, head lowering slightly. “i won’t hurt you, i promise.” he had never owned a dog before, let alone got close to one. at this point, he was arguably as hesitant as the dog.

//yeah idk
just a lil late night dog experience
so awkward and so jerome it kinda hurts ngl ASDF

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

She liked to think of herself as something of a shapeshifter, able to blend with any crowd at will or stand out in any situation. Whether she was seen or not depended solely on whether she wanted to. But of course, this was Sel we were talking about, and she was a woman prone to thinking highly of herself.

But really, just look at her. A cheerful little pregnant lady, amongst skulls and all things macabre? You walked into Los Santos and half expected a skeleton to greet you, but no. It was her. And she didn't fit, but she acted like she did. Perhaps her own personality matched her appearance just as well as her situation did, in some ways.

It was late and she was tired. She'd just arrived back from Bluestem, and Sel wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep. But what was this, Jerome and a dog? Eh, she'd been out here this long, might as well linger for a few more minutes. "Make a new friend?" She asked, leaning against the side of a building.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]    Ian was used to the solitude at this point, but by no means did he enjoy it. In fact, it came with a emptiness so loud that it drove him insane. Like the static of a television, ever-buzzing with no subsistence. Vacant but deafening. His life felt that way a lot of the time, almost as if nothing really mattered in the end. For as long as he was acquainted with loneliness, he'd be nothing more than noise.

And for somebody who was nothing but noise, Ian was sure as hell quiet when he stepped closer towards the conversation between Jerome and Sel, waiting for a gap in the conversation before questioning, ❝ Are they friendly? ❞ He waved his hand towards the dog before frowning. Honestly, he could never be too sure.

[jerome.]

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— ”make a new friend?”
jerome turned his head to look at sel. he still had mixed feelings about most people in los santos; however, ever the gullible and naive man, he trusted sel. looks could be deceiving, but at this point jerome had no reason to doubt anyone yet. life was a lot easier when he was simply standing in someone else’s shadow; eben was almost always his backbone. he felt almost spineless without him around.

he offered a small, tiny smile her way before looking back at the dog. “trying to,” he decided was the best response. next was ian, asking if the dogs were friendly. “i don’t know. this one seems a bit shy, doesn’t he?” he took a step towards the dog and felt almost alarmed when the pit didn’t shy away. maintaining his composure, he then took a few steps closer. “i've never been this close to a dog before,” he noted, holding a hand out as if to coax the dog closer. it didn’t work.

///woah this post
sucks ASDF

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

Sel hated being alone. That's why she was often surrounded by people, noises, distractions. She lived for that situation, but frequently found herself alone. And when she was alone, there was this... emptiness. Something was missing, and whenever she found herself in the company of others again, she knew just what it was. Maybe that's why she stopped before going up to her room.

"Least he's not aggressive." Sel mused, running a hand through her hair and arranging it over her shoulder. "No?" She hadn't really grown up around animals, in fact they'd scarcely been present in her life before moving here. Not that she'd never interacted with them, it just was rare. "Try this." She'd started keeping jerky in her pocket; great for when she needed a quick snake or for when she had to tame one of Los Santos' beloved beasts.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[jerome.]

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— j didn’t know why he had said that. it wasn’t often that he shared snippets of memories surrounding his childhood. after all, he had been made well aware that he had been far more privileged than most. he’d been protected, sheltered from the harsh world that everyone else had been exposed to early-on. the last thing he wanted to do was come across as some elitist who thought that he was better than everything. really, that was so far from the truth.

sel offered jerky for jerome to give to the dog. of course. how could a dog turn down such an offer? he flashed her a grateful smile before he took it. "thank you." he turned. yet he hesitated. his eyes wandered over towards ian. “here, would you like to give it to him?” might as well share the moment with someone else rather than take all the glory.

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

Sel didn't mind flaunting her privilege. She didn't talk about it often, but she certainly didn't hide it. She had the very woke attitude of thinking that it made her better than everyone else, though with her mother's background she wasn't completely oblivious to other perspectives, both on privilege and without privilege. At the end of the day, though, she was her father's daughter.

Jerome took the jerky and thanked her, seeming sincerely grateful for it. She raised her eyebrow when he asked Ian if he wanted to take it, though. "He won't bite you; just put it flat in your palm and give it to him." She glanced at the dog, who seemed much more interested now that food was involved.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]