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[member=500]mara[/member]
Mettaton was cheerful enough. He was cleaning his chainsaw, scrubbing the bits of blood off the pink paint. He hadn't used it in forever--any gasoline was well past its prime, so it was an unreliable weapon. Still, there was nothing wrong with just using it to whack people, and it was too sentimental for him to give up.
He was having a nice day, but when he saw a strange face, his day got even better. Mettaton was a social fellow, and if someone new was in the Badlands--that meant he didn't know them yet, which meant he needed to get to know them! And she was so cute! He stood, setting his saw down carefully, and waved a hand. "Hello, darling--what's your name? Are you new here?" He smiled, tucking his hair behind an ear, and approaching Mara.
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Mara was usually not one to talk to others, or really be seen by others - she had a camp of sorts on the top of a flat-roofed building that she was currently next to, and rarely left during the day. This time was one of those rare moments when she had come down to set a snare, in the hopes to catch a rodent that ran through or something of the sort, so she had been crouched down, her hands busy with trying to figure out how to tie twine to get a snare. Her head shot up when she heard a voice, however, and she didn't dare move when this very tall man held a chainsaw - she wasn't sure if it worked, but she didn't really want to find out the hard way - she wasn't a worm, but she wasn't far off.
In other words, the small girl was still fair game, as she had discovered when she had decided to actually trust someone a day or two ago. What had she got in return? A deep slash in her arm for a bullet to a gun she didn't have. As such, she was very wary of whoever this was, frozen in her movements until he put the saw down. At which point, she perceived him as less of a threat, just enough to resist running when he began approaching. "Mara. I've been here... almost a week." she answered quickly, before going back to focusing on the snare at her feet, listening out for a reply.
She looked small, smaller than usual, certainly nervous, and if the ripped off sleeve tied around her upper arm was anything to go by, she was injured. Not the most threatening, and she knew it.
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GENERAL:
★ Mara | actual name is Min-Ji Tae, not given to anyone | cisgender female
- M; other nicknames welcome.
★ biromantic | bisexual
★ 16 | Nov 25 | real time
★ Badlands | grunt of prey
NOTES:
★ Doesn't actually have the particularly hostile attitude of most people in the Badlands, and doesn't kill for fun. She's just usually hostile as a survival tactic.
★ Has ADHD, so she's a very action-based person, often doing things to keep herself from overthinking. As such, she's usually one to make the first move in a fight out of sheer anxious energy. This can make her far more enemies than friends.
★ Lives in a half-crumbled house in the city, and is extremely territorial of it - she really doesn't want people in her space, and prefers to keep her distance.
★ Can set decent traps, so she doesn't really have to actively hunt; it's just a matter of not allowing other to find the traps.
★ Was a scout, and basically an acrobat in her last group, so she's agile, with decent upper body strength, and will basically climb on everything.
PHYSICAL:
★ human [main] | health: 75%
- Around 5'1, and underweight for her height, though small she is fierce. Faceclaim is Go Ara.
- She has multiple scars, scrapes and bruises, and currently a rather deep cut on her left arm that she is keeping bandaged up.
PERSONALITY:
- jumpy; quiet; generally anti-social; chaotic neutral; actually quite kind and loyal if you can manage to gain her trust.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc | gen 1.
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest
INTERACTION:
★ Usually hostile if you are perceived as a threat, tends to keep out of others' way; naturally light-footed, and therefore very good at sneaking past without being noticed.
★ difficulty: 6/10 in battle | +agility, speed, stealth; -strength, little training with knives.
★ will only attack if someone has a weapon drawn, and directly threatening her, will usually try to sneak past them.
★ attack in bold #FA7791
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all opinions are IC[/spoiler]
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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ tags below[/sub]
At her response, Mettaton frowned. How could he have not noticed her? Still, the longer the man watched her, he realized it wasn't really that surprising. She was tiny, she looked--well, weak, for lack of a better word. No doubt here, she wanted to stay out of everyone's way. He spotted the makeshift bandage, and smiled a bit. Looks like she'd already gotten a taste of the Badlands. Or perhaps they hadn't inflicted it, after all. Either way, she was a bit pathetic.
Mettaton chided himself for thinking of her like that, and let a smile onto his features again. "Ah, of course! I'm sure I've seen you around," Lying, but his ego was the better for it. "My name is Mettaton. Are you hunting, dear?"
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Wonderful, anyone who saw her would have taken note of how weak she was at present, but he didn't seem to be hostile, so she supposed she wouldn't run as soon as she had finished with the snare. "Not exactly. Setting traps for later." she replied, the clipped tone to her words betraying her unwillingness to talk for the moment. However, as she finished tying up the snare, and stood up (still not very tall), she added her own question; "Do you hunt?"
She was half tempted to climb her way up into one of the windows of the building next to her, out of a mix of her compulsive needs to move around, and find a taller vantage point.
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GENERAL:
★ Mara | actual name is Min-Ji Tae, not given to anyone | cisgender female
- M; other nicknames welcome.
★ biromantic | bisexual
★ 16 | Nov 25 | real time
★ Badlands | grunt of prey
NOTES:
★ Doesn't actually have the particularly hostile attitude of most people in the Badlands, and doesn't kill for fun. She's just usually hostile as a survival tactic.
★ Has ADHD, so she's a very action-based person, often doing things to keep herself from overthinking. As such, she's usually one to make the first move in a fight out of sheer anxious energy. This can make her far more enemies than friends.
★ Lives in a half-crumbled house in the city, and is extremely territorial of it - she really doesn't want people in her space, and prefers to keep her distance.
★ Can set decent traps, so she doesn't really have to actively hunt; it's just a matter of not allowing other to find the traps.
★ Was a scout, and basically an acrobat in her last group, so she's agile, with decent upper body strength, and will basically climb on everything.
PHYSICAL:
★ human [main] | health: 75%
- Around 5'1, and underweight for her height, though small she is fierce. Faceclaim is Go Ara.
- She has multiple scars, scrapes and bruises, and currently a rather deep cut on her left arm that she is keeping bandaged up.
PERSONALITY:
- jumpy; quiet; generally anti-social; chaotic neutral; actually quite kind and loyal if you can manage to gain her trust.
RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc | gen 1.
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest
INTERACTION:
★ Usually hostile if you are perceived as a threat, tends to keep out of others' way; naturally light-footed, and therefore very good at sneaking past without being noticed.
★ difficulty: 6/10 in battle | +agility, speed, stealth; -strength, little training with knives.
★ will only attack if someone has a weapon drawn, and directly threatening her, will usually try to sneak past them.
★ attack in bold #FA7791
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all opinions are IC[/spoiler]
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He nodded, hearing the terseness in her voice but not caring all that much. When she returned the question, it was met with a scoff--though the annoyance wasn't directed at her. "Yes. I do. I am, in fact, headhunter. Whatever that means." He shrugged, still a bit put out by this. Any promotion was a promotion, but a promotion to headhunter? He wasn't even that good at hunting. He'd much rather send a chainsaw through someone's throat than kill a cute little deer or rabbit. He shrugged, looking over her snare again. "that's a good job," He mentioned quietly. He wasn't in a great mood, but it wasn't really anything against her.
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