oh woe is me | open, joining/trespassing

[TATIANA]

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[jae]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Life had remained rather dull since her mother died, she had to admit. It had been quite the shock, and since then she had just sort of tried to hide away. Jae however was quick to run out of food in her area - there was no more deer to shoot nor any squirrels, and she was out of ingredients to make food in general. On top of it, she couldn't find any guns, or bullets, not a single thing besides what she had. She honestly disliked the idea of leaving her house, though it was true that there was plenty of people building civilization - it wasn't like the world used to be. She knew that from listening to her mother tell stories before this world. But she and her mother had kept to themselves, and Jae had quickly adapted to living life ready to shoot anyone who crossed their land. Lately, she's sort of let whoever come through as long as they don't find her - she had never pulled the sign up that threatened strangers, but it was likely blown over by now.

Jae had packed up and had been on her way, which was how she came across the land of The Badlands - she hadn't quite realized this was The Badlands. Her father had stumbled across them a couple years ago, and he had to live with them until he could sneak out. Quite dangerous, apparently. Though, Jae wasn't a coward like her parents were and she was aware of it. And besides, it wasn't like she was a goody two shoes. She was aware she was a sinner, far from an angel - she in fact was mischievous. She wouldn't say sadistic or evil - but she always had darker thoughts going on behind her polite mannerisms. Her gun was tucked into her belt - a Glock 17, specifically. Her father gave her the gun and taught her to shoot it, but right now she only had thirteen rounds left in it. She had a pocket knife hidden in her pocket, as she trespassed through Badlands territory calmly observing it though unaware of where she was. There'd likely be guns or bullets here.
[spoiler=tags]
general ; "high achiever don't you see?"
★ jae osbourne | no nicknames made yet | male to female [ she/her ]
twenty three | born october 14, 1994 | ages realtime unless roleplayer ages up
loner | no former ranks
npc x npc | generation 1 | loyal to nobody but herself
pansexual | panromantic | crush unknown | wants to be in a relationship


appearance ; "baby nothing comes for free"
★  always slouched | always has a serious expression | reference
she is 6'2 and 160 pounds, with a bronze skin color. she has fluffy hair that she is still growing out, and has a chin that juts out. she has emerald green eyes, and has slightly masculine arms and hands. she usually wears pink tops or pink dresses, and the only shoes she will wear is her boots. she wears denim jeans, though on special occasions she will be quick to wear a denim skirt. on special occasions she will wear makeup, and if she has the time she will do it. she wears a brown belt with a gun tucked into it, though her clothes typically bag over it.

personality ; "they say i am a control freak"
★ neutral evil | the stoic | blood knight | manipulative bastard
— reserved, observant, intelligent, apathetic, manipulative, cautious, selfish, opportunistic,
jae typically remains silent, only socializing in a polite manner when required. she is very passive aggressive if she feels the need to do so, and will mock others and make someone out to be a liar when nobody is looking. jae is extremely manipulative, and lacks sympathy for others. she can certainly understand feelings and does feel them, but is unlikely to show so. she trusts nobody and is far from self-sacrificing, and will save her own skin over her friends and isn't afraid to flee from a fight she knows she can't win. she has a disdain for those who disrespect her, and is unlikely to let rude remarks slip past if it is an embarrassment to her. she is always watching the world around her, and is quick to catch on to what others are feeling or talking about and only stores such information in the back of her head. she is opportunistic, and though she is rather calculated she also knows when she can do something for her own advantage. she has a strong belief that she must succeed, and is clever and able to get others on her side. she is very prone to her mood changing, though she always remains to seem relaxed and at ease.

interaction ; "driven by a greed to succeed"
★ hard physically | hard mentally | attack in #db9299
likes fighting | will start fights | will fight back | will flee | won't surrender
will capture | will torture | will kill

trained on how to use guns and knives | trying to learn about medicine

important facts ; "well, nobody can stop me"
★ has a fluffy black cat that's oddly sociable and needy
★ drinks a lot of water due to her voice getting easily strained, voice is also feminine
★ loves acting and romcoms
★ has ptsd, will have flashbacks when standing on heights with an open end or anything relating to suicide
★ dislikes drugs and alcohol
★ will push someone away in the strangest way possible if she suspects they like her
★ carries a glock 17 and pocket knife[/spoiler]

[ashen]

*:･ﾟ✧ METTATON

There was always something to do in the city. Mettaton had found himself partial to simply strolling--it left time open for anything that he might come across--especially trespassers.
They had quite a lot of those, really. People were too stupid to leave if they saw the telltale buildings--they just thought of the scavenging opportunities, often completely forgetting how likely it was to find this place inhabited -- and armed to the teeth.
Mettaton himself was carrying his usual--a slim combat knife, not hidden and simply on his hip, but there were plenty of surprises up his long jacket sleeves. As he made his rounds, humming softly to himself, the sound of footsteps soon halted his music and he frowned softly, rounding the corner to come face to face with... someone almost as imposing, height-wise, as he was.

Really, quite a lot of the Badlanders were short, so seeing this figure nearly his own height was a bit jarring, and a little bit more intimidating than he'd expect. Still, his expression became a sleek grin, and he lifted a hand in a wave, raising a brow.[b] "Well, hello there, [i]darling. May I ask what you're doing here, hm? You're not from around here and this isn't exactly the town voted most friendly to tourists..." He paused, pursing his lips and then shrugging. "In fact, we're really the least friendly of any the large settlements I'm sure you're at least mildly aware of, yes? You're in the Badlands, honey." He'd taken a few steps closer, mostly out of curiosity, and had circled to her side--still a good fifteen feet away, though--with his long, rather curvaceous legs. He was dressed in almost all black, but for the silver studs and sequins that sparkled his entire outfit. "Not that I plan on immediately just....disemboweling you, or anything. But you'll want to watch yourself, sweetie. What's your name, business, et cetera, and maybe you'd like to stay a while? Enjoy the sights?" In all honesty, it had just been too long since he'd had a conversation. He wasn't even sure himself if he intended to intimidate or to greet her.

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