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[ALMA.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8.5pt; color: #808080; line-height: 120%; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"]⋆ it was pretty shit being alone. the silence got to be too much for someone as loud mouthed as alma. for the duration of her travels the fiery young lady would speak to herself, loudly and violently. for the most part she would scold herself for allowing herself to get fucking lost. other times she would start to cuss out small creatures she came across, blaming them for very humanoid things that were all her doing; some examples included not being able to start a fire, for leaving her only jacket behind, and other things.

she fucking hated animals. so of course she groaned loudly when she spotted the guard dogs of los santos up ahead, roaming the streets. hugging herself tight, teeth chattering, she glared out at the roaming canines. they bared their fangs and slobber dripped from their mouths onto the ground. it made her sick. they were her least favorite animal. they were loud, they were too needy, and she was so annoyed by their constant want to play. they slobbered and they destroyed everything they could get their teeth on. that's why one of her shoes had a hole near the toe of it - a dog had managed to get a hold of it and used it like a chew toy.

❝ if this is another one of those groups, you're pretty shit, ❞ she said loudly and bluntly, starting to get real impatient. ❝ like.. you can't just leave me out in the cold or somethin'. i'll get sick. ❞ not even a minute was spent here before she was ridiculing these strangers for no reason other than she wanted to. she was a shit person. it ran in her genes. her dad left her family when she was young, her mum slept around before finally abandoning her. she didn't want alma. she even said alma was unlovable. if she tried to remember a single time that she got a hug from her mum she couldn't recall a single time.

she was born to be shit.

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

Bub could recall very vividly a time when her entire world was consumed by familial love; she was lucky, compared to most wasteland kids. She'd met many orphans and unwanted kids, trying to survive out on their own even as their rib cages rattled from injuries and sickness spread like wildfire through a young person's body. It was a disgusting, foul, depressing backdrop to an unforgiving world.

Kids were often an afterthought, which created the perfect environment for people like Bub or this stranger to develop. Needy, selfish with vile hearts. So it was no surprise that Bub's being dripped disdain when she went to investigate some barking, and found a girl blatantly insulting the people who owned the ground she stood on. "Uh-huh, and why should I give a rat's ass if you get sick?" Bub snapped, unslinging the shotgun from her back and pointing the nuzzle towards the ground.

From the time she'd joined Los Santos, she'd been in a near-constant panic from all the people, and relearning how to be social and relearning how to interact with a family member, and general self-consciousness. But nonsense threats issued by shouting them randomly into the street? That was something she was deeply familiar with.

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
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[Sel]

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Selena Felix

Needy, selfish and vile were all words that could be applied to Sel, but usually people didn't notice that. Not at first, anyway, because Sel was in possession of something few children of the apocalypse had: sophistication. Today's youth were often feral, raw, uncontrolled. They drove nails through baseball bats, found the most jagged rocks for their slingshots, took up arms that no one taught them how to use before they fired the first shot.

Though, perhaps at a whopping twenty-six with a baby on the way, she couldn't really count herself among today's youth. Still, she'd been three when the world lost power, and scarcely could remember a time with electricity. Surely that counted for something.

She was a lady, brimming with charm and rarely entering a situation she wasn't equipped for. Her father had made sure that such a time would be rare - she knew when to talk someone into liking her, into seeing her side, how to fight her way out of a confrontation if words couldn't end it, and if necessary, how to go a little feral too.

But with two girls - her sister and a stranger - exchanging words, now was definitely not the time to stoop to their level. "Isabel," Sel said, a gentle warning, a hand placed on her shoulder. "I'll handle this." Her gaze moved from Bub to Alma, and her head tilted to the side ever so slightly. "Have you been waiting long?" No, not too long, the dogs only had been barking for a minute or so.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 12/18/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 26 years 0 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, with a growing baby belly. She's about 5'4", though with a presence that makes up for her stature. 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 wasn't born this way. Well, he believed so anyways. This disposition of his grew attached to him like ivy to a tree, slowly coiling and suffocating him over the years until he was nothing more than a shell of what he could've been. He once had potential, but this disposition was incurable. Forever he'd be quietly waspish and miserable. Like a little time bomb ready to blow at any point.

He never expected to meet his match, a girl as biting and jagged and vile as he was. But, at the sound of the dogs barking wildly, Ian was too curious for his own good. Arms hanging at his side, he trudged over to the source of the sound, keeping an evident distance away from the dogs as he skirted around them (he couldn't say that he was quite confident enough around them yet).

And then, his face shriveled up with distaste. Well, she was a headache. He shifted his eyes over to Bub, then to Sel, before looking back towards Alma. ❝ What were you expecting? A welcome party? ❞ He mumbled beneath his breath sarcastically, gaze shifting away quickly afterwards. Well, if she was, then this'd be the best she'd get.