BADLANDER TRADING -- OPEN

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Mettaton had to admit he was nervous. Badlanders weren't exactly held in high esteem, but he knew St. Peters held an air of..pacifism, he guessed. He should be safe, so long as he didn't cause any trouble. The fact was, he loved the trading hub of the..world? Well, of this part of the world, anyway. He was four, when the Blackout occurred, and this was almost all that he knew--the closest he'd come to a shopping mall, and boy, did he love it. Approaching the front of the warehouse, he had his knife--but sheathed--and he trotted curiously up to the entrance. "Hello?" He called out, hoping someone would be around.

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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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[Darky]

Bub wasn't trying to escape, she swore, she was just looking for Lottie; she knew Lottie liked to twist the rules and escape to the outside world sometimes, and Bub was bored and wanted to play a game with her friend.

She peeked out of the door, only to see a tall man - practically a giant to the little 4'8 girl - standing and calling out. He wore an eyepatch and was kind of scary.

She gulped back her anxiety and held onto the fabric of her shirt as she stepped out of the shadows. The fact that he couldn't see her face due to her mask was a small comfort for the little girl.

"Um, what do you want?" Bub's voice was soft and hesitant.

[trello]

her hands were growing increasingly worn, and the bub on her head was only starting to reduce in size. lottie was a mess right now; anyone who looked at her could see that. so, in typical fashion for the young girl, she escaped the warehouse and went to tend to her flowers. they were doing fine, but like her, they were growing impatient. they wanted to see the sun, but the recent cloudy days prevented them from basking in the warm rays. they started to wilt, and almost as if it was clockwork, lottie's spirits fell with them.

but now there wasn't anything she could do but wait for mother nature to decide whether or not to spare her poor flowers. she prayed for mercy, but the chilled wind of the morning told her otherwise. so, a not-so-long, but still uneventful walk back to the warehouse begun. today seemed to be a slow day economics-wise, so the flow of officials in and out the main doors was scarce. quietly wrapping around the corner to the main entrance, lottie watched the doors for a good time to sneak back in. her view was disrupted by... bub? what was she doing out? surely she wasn't trying to sneak out? and in front of her was a tall man, certainly not someone from st. peter's. "bub, are you trying to sneak out! t-that's not a good thing to do! and mr.," she approached, turning her attention to the man, "do you have business here? i'm lottie, by the way. i'd be happy to help you!"

[ ooc ] yo it's mettaton!
[spoiler=for mama, make him rich as a king // updated 1/28][color=#e59191][ general ] ∞ matchmaker, matchmaker
∆ charlotte oscar bellamy | "lottie" | call her anything except oscar
∆ cis female | feminine pronouns | she/her
∆ fifteen years | more childish than outwardly showing | ages realistically
∆ biromantic, bisexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
∆ st. peter's | [rank] | [titles]
∆ best friends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries

[ physical ] ∞ make me a match
∆ human | health: 100%
— lottie is a rather petite human teen. rather angelic in appearance, her most notable features being her long blonde hair and piercing sea-green eyes. standing at five foot four and a light one hundred pounds, she isn't the biggest of her age group. she has skinny extremities and would be considered a model if she wasn't lacking in height. traditionally she'd be found with her hair in a half-up-half-down hairstyle. sundresses with a pastel cardigan are her main outfits of choice, but at times she'll wear jeans with a tank top. almost always lottie wears pearl earrings.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: small scratches from picking roses; minor concussion

[ personality ] ∞ find me a find
∆ sweetheart | kind | optimistic | personable
∆ blabber-mouth | fiercely loyal | curious | trusting
∆ innocent | coward | kind | deceiving
∆ enfp | the campaigner

[ interaction ] ∞ bring me a ring for I'm longing to be
∆ easy physically | easyish mentally | won't start fights | won't end fights
∆ open to minor injuries | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries

[ notes ] ∞ the envy of all i see
∆ needs all the friends in the worlds
∆ will treat strangers as friends and friends as family
∆ twiddles with earrings
∆ loves gardening[/spoiler]

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Seeing such a small girl come out of the warehouse, masked and the most adorable little thing he'd ever seen--Mettaton's features broke into a warm smile, and he waved. "Good afternoon there, darling! I'm just here to visit--maybe pick up a few supplies, is that all right?" Mettaton had always loved kids. They weren't something he'd want of his own, to raise--but how could anyone hate them? He didn't understand it.

When another girl came out, speaking to--Bub? What an odd name. She was running off? Hm. He tsked his tongue before smiling at Lottie, and nodding. "Excellent to meet you, Lottie, my name's Mettaton--I'm hoping to perhaps trade, here? I've come here often, I have friends here--am I allowed in, my dear?"

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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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[Darky]

Bub turned, relief flowing through her as the familiar form of Lottie trotted over. She looked down as Lottie reprimanded her, slightly embarrassed. She'd only wanted to find her friend, even if that meant looking outside; it couldn't be that bad, right? She'd been outside before.

"Was looking for you." Bub said, her voice soft and shy. She turned to Mettaton as he began speaking again; he just wanted some supplies? They had plenty of stuff, and she didn't think there was any rule against it. It might be better to wait for the adults though, or just let Lottie take charge. But he seemed nice..

"I think we can let you in and bring you to the adults; right, Lottie?" She said hesitantly, glancing at Lottie for confirmation.