TELL ME PRETTY LIES (open, intro)

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CARMEN 'SALEM' ROSEMAN [abbr=17 years old, genderfluid (any), member of st. peters, salty, harsh, mean, closed off, fearless, holds the biggest fucking grudges k, pansexual and panromantic, best friends with Nuit]✨[/abbr]
You're gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep
you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep
you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze

Salem a teenager, about the age of seventeen maybe close to the age of 18 but who truthfully knows with this one really.  She had been a member of this group for a while, did she enjoy it, well it was a group.  She wasn't dead so that is a bonus to this shitty situation.  Salem didn't seem like the kind to be here in St. Peters, maybe Flintlock, maybe eve Badlands, but she was here, here in St. Peters.  It wasn't too bad after a while, living a Costco was probably the worse thing out of this whole thing.  Sure Costco's are huge but fuck she missed her own privacy.  God she wanted to get out of this Costco.

But the girl currently laid in a hammock that she had hanging up on a high level you basically had to climb to get too.  Looking down on the people of St. Peters she couldn't help but feel the boredom hit her like a fucking truck.  Sighing the girl climbed down as she stretched out her arms slightly.  Maybe she'd go find Nuit, or Jack, to be honest they are probably off having fun or something.  And no she didn't want an invite to that either.

Well she'll just have to find something to do.

[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/30]GENERAL
✨ Carmen Roseman | Salem | Genderfluid (any)
✨ Capricorn / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ ST. Peters
✨ members
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ born somewhere, ran away, met nuit on the streets, joined st peters
✨ She is a sort of a bitch, grunge, rebellious teenager, ignoring everyone, hates everyone
✨ Your basic American accent
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.

PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5'3" tall, pale, and a teenager.
✨ Kaya Scodelario
✨ Wears a lot of leather and blue jeans
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 86%

PERSONA
✨ ENTP | The Visionary | The Jerk | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, defensive, will kick you I fucking swear, ignore your sad ass
✨ Tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed

INVENTORY
✨ .50: 2
✨ 6.35 mm: 6
✨ Beretta 418
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ AMT AutoMag V
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 2 Throwing Knives
✨ 2 Packs of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Panseuxla and Panromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends: Nuit, Jack
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #001e64
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures  [/spoiler]

[Darky]

Bub was still alive as well, though she wasn't sure that was great of a thing. Sure, life was going great, but she felt like she was walking on thin ice; the glances she caught at the edge of her vision from the other members, questioning and curious. Like they wanted to take her apart like a machine to see what she was made of.

It was.. Ugh, she didn't want to think about it.

The girl was skipping along the ground, trying to amuse herself by counting seconds. It wasn't that fun, but it kept her from going completely crazy so it was something. She noticed someone she'd seen a couple times in her two months of living her, and the masked girl decided to walk up and greet them. Couldn't hurt, right?

"Hi. Do you live in that hammock?" Bub asked, her voice soft but words blunt. She was curious; not many people had hammocks around here. Maybe it was for privacy? Bub didn't care much for privacy; she grew up with three siblings, it'd always been nonexistent for her.

[trello]

"bub, you can't just ask people why they live in a hammock! besides, this may not even be where they sleep~" the calm and careless voice of lottie followed bub's question as she approached, eyeing the smaller girl and the older-looking person with a smile. she'd placed one hand on bub's back, giving an affectionate pat to her shoulder blade. it was silly for bub to ask such a question. they didn't live in the hammock! first of all, it had to be far too small and uncomfortable for someone to sleep, even someone of salem's small stature. plus, without a name on it, wouldn't other people sit in it? then again, everybody is different, and maybe they enjoy the hammock life. she couldn't see the appeal herself, but everyone is different.

now shifting her gaze to the girl who bub was questioning, lottie realized she did in fact know this person! there were older by two or three years, maybe, and like herself, went by a different name than they were born with. as odd as it was, knowing somebody who also discarded their first name for a more suitable nickname comforted lottie. moving her hand to her lips, she played with her lower lip for a moment before speaking. "your name's... salem, right?" the words rolled off her tongue like melted butter, warm and curious. "wait, is it like the salem witch trials? is so, that's really cool!"

[ ooc ] welcome to st. peter's!

[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 tanktop. 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]