IM NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BABY | p, kalopisa

[britty]

Lionel was the type to go exploring over the borders, looks he was a crazy dude.  He mainly went and traded with St. Peters after all they where basically the true neutrals of the place.  But he always wanted to dare to cross paths into the city of death- the badlands.  He had this idea that there had to be one person in that place that wasn't a well asshole.  You know the sort of people who just stumble into a group on accident.  A smile was placed on his features he got in a bit of a knife fight with some random loner on the way just a cut on his cheek but it had cauterized so no worries to be honest from the Lionel. 

Walking too the city he saw in the distant the environment was like a desert here, like nevada or utah.  The city almost seemed like a mirage, pretty trippy to be honest.  Walking up the curly haired lanky teen crossed his arms.  He'd been in the Badlands territory long enough but they didn't really care about border control due to the fact that hello the only thing in a far radius is the city and you'd have to go past it eventually.  Lionel wore his baseball cap backwards, with his black bandanna over his mouth and nose so only his eyes where visible.  His optics a hazely green hue that where striking too look at. 

Taking a step into the city his levi jacket was hot but he wore it due to when he gets back to flintlock lodge he wants to get there alive and not dying of frost bite in the middle of the territory.  Crossing his arms the place didn't seem too bad, after all he fucking waltzed in here.  "Anyone home?"  He voiced out with an eye brow arched as he soon noticed a figure.

[member=155]Pyre[/member] [member=2694]Kalopsia[/member]
[spoiler=TAGS || UPDATED 4/1]GENERAL
✨ Lionel A. Tullis | Alex the Lion, Lion | Cis Male (he/him)
✨ Leo / 18 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Flintlock Lodge
✨ Normal member
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Las Vegas, his father was a casino manager, mother was on a ski trip too the Flintlock Lodge area, mother starved to death, had to kill his dog due to him falling on a spike and he would have died anyways
✨ Sassy fuckboi sorta voice, yup
✨ Smells of cheap cologne masked with the scent of cheap perfume as well.

PHYSICAL
✨ Lanky, 5'10" tall, pale, and a sassy fucking teenager.
✨ Michael Mancari
✨ Has a black bandana covering his mouth constantly and Wears a hat to hide his mane of curls
✨ Injuries: none currently
✨ Aliments: 93%

PERSONA
✨ ISTP | The Slutty Teen | The Liar | Chaotic Good
✨ Sarcastic, Funny, Loving, Cuddly, and Nice Hearted
✨ Ass, Young Bitch, Sly, Tough (lol wat)

INVENTORY
✨ .45: 2
✨ AMT Harbaler
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Bottle of Fireball
✨ Has a supersoaker he made into a blow torch whose laughing now
✨ Axes
✨ Cheap Cologne Bottle
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Pansexual and Panromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in knife fighting, and a gun play, he has mainly one good hand to hand combat move when sober and if he misses he's fucked so yeah
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #d13434
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures[/spoiler]

The city is at war
And it's playtime for the young and rich
Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit
The city is at war
Bless the young and rich