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"You can't do anything right can you?" The words were something Damien would never forget. Being told he cost to much when he only ate once a day, his parents taking turns screaming at him about working, or his lack of social life. It wasn't their place to say anything so why did they feel the need to remind him? Who knows, on this night, this cold dark night in early February he was making a change - and a big one.
He grabbed his black leather jacket, stuffed his butterfly knives into a pocket and stuffing a bag with his drawing supplies. He hauled it over his shoulder and turned away slowly, his drunk mother passed out while his father sat in the lazyboy asleep. The very sight of them made the twenty-year old want to vomit. How could he, an upcoming artist be raised by such filth? "Pathetic." He grumbled under his breath.
He made his way out the front door, there was no need to sneak and hide when he knew they wouldn't give a rats ass if he left or not. So he did, he made his way quietly through the streets.
- Weeks had gone by.
"Man..I'm starving.." he whispered quietly before looking around with furrowed eyebrows. His blonde follicles askew and dirty, his white shirt tattered with dried blood, he had gotten himself into a bit of trouble trying to find some food. He sighs softly before biting into his lower lip. He was on his way to the Badlands, he heard rumors of such a place and he craved the idea of joining. His hand came to rest on his stomach, how long had it been since he had a meal? Far to long. Once he stepped towards the turf he cautiously called out. "H-hello?" He called looking around as he walked silently on-wards. His stomach growling loudly and his eyes hazy from starvation and exhaustion. "I..is anyone here?" He whispered, jumping to each sound that he heard - even little pitter patters of water or rats.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
 Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
 Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=purple]bold purple
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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
A smirk laid on the feminines lips, green optics sharp and precise. A lot of people have began to stumble into the territory of the Badlands, it was nice to have shiny new toys, but annoying that she had to pick them up. Truly the seventeen year old had been scavenging in order to find a cigarette package, maybe a package of gum, something to keep herself sain. Already dealing with battle trainings and such that day she didn't worry at all about her duties there. Sure she could go plan a raid but currently she didn't feel like it. Stretching her arms over the baseball bat that she kept behind her head held up by her arms being wrapped around the wood of the bat. Her gaze striking as she walked around.
The outfit of the day was a black shirt, a black tennis skirt, pair of fishnets, and her black combat boots. Her several knives attacthed too her thighs and is able to grab at them at any time from under her skirt.Dropping the bat from behind her head she swung it around in her right hand as she walked, popping her gum that was in her mouth every so often. She was defiantly bored by now, nothing to do can cause a warrior to go crazy. With a strong army of people they tend to want to do something. A little history lesson from her mother had taught her that. In ancient rome when they where the most powerful kingdom they had a huge military, the king had made sure no battles happened by keeping them distracted. From building a wall too help others. So what did Tatiana need to do, she needed to go find something to do. As she walked she suddenly heard a voice slightly from the distance, "H-hello?" What is that the sound of, a shiny new toy to mess with, seems like fun. "I.. is anyone here?"
Tatiana's gait turned from a fast pace to a slow one in order to stalk this person. Coming from behind him she observed for a second, he had bleach blonde hair, basically white, slender, he didn't seem like a fighter too Tat. Holding the baseball she popped her gum when she was two arms lengths away from him. As long as she kept at this distance she was unable to be hit, he'd have to show some sort of sign of hostility. "Name and business." She had a light smirk on her features as she looked at him, she may be small too this guy who was six inches taller then her, but that didn't matter to her. He was older then her she could tell that much at least, kinda cute, but then again a lot of people were cute. "You're in Badlands territory by the way."
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29] GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ 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 #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
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Damien paused mid-step to turn his head only slightly to stare at her from the corner of his oculi. He felt no fear, yet a different emotion seemed to enter his mind and body; aggression. He may seem lithe and feminine but he could definitely put up a good fight if he needed too. His body slowly turned so he could face the female - a small one at that. Seeing her bat and gothic attire made him scoff a bit. Of course, who was he to judge? He wore a white t-shirt that was torn and bloodied with his own blood, a dirtied lather jacket, and black tight jeans that were torn on his knee and up his thighs in several places.
"I know where I am, I came here on purpose." He paused running his pale tongue along his dry chapped lips, his right hand coming to his abdomen as it growled. "I am Damien..Damien Noir. I've come seeking a new beginning - a better start." He said slowly; his gray-lit hues casting a glare in her direction. "I may look fragile but if you swing that bat I won't hesitate to try and stop you; I mean no harm." He whispered dully his left hand running through his dirty follicles.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
 Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
 Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=purple]bold purple
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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
She examined him, she could feel the bit of aggression, how interesting. Tatiana listened, the warchief could at least do that. "I know where I am, I came here on purpose." Well this was interesting for sure, usualy it was an accident when someone ended up here. And usually people didn't tend to just wind up here on accedient, she didn't even mean to be here her mother brought her here when she was young and her mother didn't even fucking mean too. "I am Damien...Damien Noir. I've come seeking a new beginning-a better start." Cute name, but fuck he came here looking for a new beginning why was that so hysterical to her? People don't usually come to a place where people kill each other to find new beginning at. His optics sort of glared at her and she didnt like that, why the fuck wa he glaring at her for, when he joins he's under her feet. This fucker. "I may look fragile but if you swing that bat I won't hesitate to try and stop you; I mean no harm."
"Well that's interesting, well I guess you are in luck, we are urrently letting in current people." Tatiana spoke her gaze sharp as she looked at him. "Oh honey if I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead." Her gaze sharp as she looked at him, she wasn't lying of course, the Warchief would be okay with killing him is she wanted too. Maybe Blake would like a little snack? A smile on her lips she was in a good mood to be honest, even if she didn't seem like she really was.
"Names Tatiana by the way," She spoke with a smile her green hues striking. "By the way are you a fighter or are you a hunter, sorry got to ask."
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29] GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ 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 #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
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Well, wasn't this all peaches and roses? It seemed Tatiana had scared someone, again, though her face did all the work for her, with the way she always looked ready to snap your neck. Or perhaps was that just the way Sylmae felt when the other female looked at her? Either way, Sylmae never really felt too comfortable around her, this being another example of a situation in which she preferred the idea of running in the other direction as opposed to showing her face beside the girl. Chewing on her bottom lip as she moved forward, brown combat boots crunching a bit of soil as she moved, Sylmae showed her face at the scene, her soft chocolate eyes watching the area before they fixated on the male who appeared to be hungry and well, perhaps a little injured. Her hand reflexively moved to her own injury before it dropped away to rest on the hilt of her katana and she offered him the faintest nod of her head. "I'm Sylmae.. Uhm.. Sylmae Winzor... Great to meet you.. I can offer you food, if you'd like.. You sound hungry." She figured she was stating the obvious to him but perhaps not to the surrounding listeners. Her ears had picked up the small sound of his stomach growling by luck, and she wanted to be of some assistance.
Shifting her feet a bit, her hand never leaving her katana as she waited for him to offer her a response on whether or not he wished for food. If not, she figured he could hunt for himself, if he was any good at it.
[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
 Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
 Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
 Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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He looked to her once more, he was uneasy and sometimes it came out in the worse of ways. He reached up slowly to rub the back of his neck and he exhaled a bit before rolling his shoulders and nodding to her. "Oh -oh, well..T-thank you." He said before gazing towards his tattered high tops and he let his toes kick at the ground idly before he looked back up at her. His gaze softer, more relaxed and he exhaled some. She seemed to be someone of a rather high tier and he rather not get on her bad side - or try his best at least.
His right hand came to his abdomen as it growled and rumbled, his body felt weak from old stab wounds and lack of food but he remained strong, this was the last place to grow weak. "I..I can do either, I enjoy combat a bit more - so I guess..a fighter? I am alright hunting for food as well..as you can see I am not quite that well though." He chuckled trying to ease the tension. "I'm sorry for the glare; I am just guarded at all times. I know you must be wanting to laugh at me for purposely coming here for a 'new start' but believe me; this is already better." He insisted with a calm smile and he reached into his pockets idly the bag on his back feeling a big heavy and his katana hitting against his shoulder as he warily looked around. "Thank you for accepting me in, Tatiana." He hummed.
"Thank you for having me, and I am sure you would've killed me if you wanted; I am not worried. You would be faster than me anyway, since you are shorter, you can hit me in places its harder to guard." He said in a bit more playful way with a heinous grin creeping across his pale chapped aperture.
His attention was caught by another feminine voice and he turned his attention over to her with a subtle but uncertain smile as he bowed his head some to her. "Hello Sylmae, Damien Noir, it's a pleasure to meet you as well! I suppose there are probably more people here than I thought; no bother. I am not scared, sorry if I came off that way; just cautious." He hummed before seeing her touch at her frame; she must of been injured as well. He blinked to her words of food and a soft groan escaped his lips as he nodded slowly. "Starving..That would mean a lot to me, how could I repay you?" He whispered keeping a few glances between the females and then his feet. He felt a bit under dressed, but, he was new to being alone, he would manage with what he brought, over time he figured he'd find his life going better.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old- Ages in real time
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
 Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
 Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
[/spoiler]
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The guy didn't seem all that bad, at all. He seemed nice, although more than a little nervous, as far as she could tell, but that wasn't a bad thing. At least he wasn't as bad as she had been when she had shown up on the border. She had even offered up some of her weapons and food because she was scared they were going to kill her on sight. She swallowed hard and nodded a little bit as she let her hand slip from the hilt of her blade and she scratched at her cheek absently. "I'd be more than happy to share my food with you, I just don't have it on my person so you'll have to uhm.. trust me not to hurt you and come with me.." She wasn't sure if she really wanted a stranger to know where she was staying, but he didn't seem like he would hurt her. At least she hoped not. She was weak, herself, and she couldn't move in quite the flow she needed to in order to cause him some harm. She also wasn't trying to be weird, but this felt like it was getting there. Perhaps he was better off in Tatiana's hands, as opposed to hers. Her chocolate hues lowered as she stared down to her feet and kicked a stone before she looked up at him.
It was odd, trying to make friends because she was used to being all on her own but that was changing. She shifted a hand and brushed off her jeans to fill the void of awkwardness, to give her something to do with her hands. She was hoping that this didn't get weird or that he didn't try to hurt her because she wasn't up for a fight, she didn't want confrontation here. she'd be more than happy to just disappear for a while and do some hunting if it meant that she would get away from the confrontation.
[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
 Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
 Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
 Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
[/spoiler]
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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
"Oh -oh, well... T-thank you." She couldn't help but look at his pathetic high tops, god he needed something new, she'll teach him the ropes of scavenging some good shit, as well as killing if you need it to be. "I..I can do either, I enjoy combat a bit more - so I guess..a fighter? I am alright hunting for food as well..as you can see I am not quite that well though. I'm sorry for the glare; I am just guarded at all times. I know you must be wanting to laugh at me for purposely coming here for a 'new start' but believe me; this is already better." Hmm maybe she could get to like this guy, he wasn't to bad to be honest, and hey he is a fighter kind of guy. It's just his choice what he wants to pick for his decision. "Well it's your choice, grunts are split into two different categories, you can either become a grunt of prey or a grunt of war, your choice." Moving a strand of hair from being in her eyes the girl offered a smile she was rather, 'harsh'. "We'll see frosty if it truly is, this isn't a place for the faint of heart, it's an all for yourself world."
"Thank you for having me, and I am sure you would've killed me if you wanted; I am not worried. You would be faster than me anyway, since you are shorter, you can hit me in places its harder to guard." SOMEONE FINALLY SHOWED HER SHE WASN'T JUST A LITTLE GIRL. Oh that made her so happy, this was fun as hell and she was rather happy that she wanted to go on this little walk around. Speaking of her attacking him, she wanted to spar with him in a while, it'll be fun.
"I'm Sylmae.. Uhm.. Sylmae Winzor... Great to meet you.. I can offer you food, if you'd like.. You sound hungry." You know how she said earlier how this is a all for all here? Well apparently Miss Winzor doesn't understand that fucking concept. This place is survival of the fittest, if you can't hunt for yourself, or find your own means of food then you will end up dying. And that is no one's problem besides your own, but then Sylmae fucking waltzes over offering food like she's Jesus or something.
"Hello Sylmae, Damien Noir, it's a pleasure to meet you as well! I suppose there are probably more people here than I thought; no bother. I am not scared, sorry if I came off that way; just cautious. Starving..That would mean a lot to me, how could I repay you?" But now that she thought about if for a second, if he was weak, and if he became a Grunt of War, he'd be broken in half before he could even go on a raid. "I'd be more than happy to share my food with you, I just don't have it on my person so you'll have to uhm.. trust me not to hurt you and come with me.." Well this was beginning to bore her at this current moment and she wanted to walk away but fuck she needed to know if this guy was gonna be a Grunt of War.
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29] GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ 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 #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
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Out of all the words the woman had said the simply word of "frosty" lingered. Was she calling him that? Was it because of his almost platinum hair? His pale skin? Probably so; nevertheless, the male had no care for it. He brushed it off and he simply glanced between the two women. One was offering him food, the other was getting pissed off that the other was being to kind. He felt conflicted between the lifestyles here. He shook his head before turning to Tatiana completely and bowing his head some. "Grunt of War, I assure you, I am useful as a fighter, a protector." He insisted, his gray-lit eyes almost a sharp stare, but he calmed himself to turn to Sylmae.
"Your words wont go ignored, I will go with you. You don't seem like a fighter anyway; but you know that saying 'never judge a book by its cover' so, y-yeah." He said rubbing the back of his neck idly before staring back at the Warchief. He gave her a grin before pulling his bag over his shoulder and letting his katana hit the back of his right shoulder idly. "You wont regret letting me in, i'll be sure of that." He murmured softly before arching his back on his tip toes, having forgotten about his wounds he winced and instantly curled a bit. His right hand coming to his abdomen and he groaned, his mouth watering at the idea of food as well. It was...It was almost like a paradise.
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- I am the chosen one
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
 Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
 Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
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Well, it did appear that nothing seemed to scare the male, which was probably a good thing. She shifted a little bit and tilted her head to the side as she stared at the man, watching him shift, watching the katana that shifted against his body and she studied it. She wasn't the only one who fought with one, apparently, which was a good thing. She didn't want to be the only one to use such a thing as it appeared she was, so far. Until now. Offering him the faintest of smiles, she nodded and turned on her heels, waving a hand over her shoulder for him to follow her. She didn't feel like talking near the Warchief anymore if she was just going to ignore her existence anyways. It was a waste of words when Mae could get her point across with just actions. She wasn't even waiting to see if the guy followed her, she just assumed that he would given his words. She lowered her gaze to the ground to watch where her feet went as she meandered back in the direction of her safe place. There were a few questions she wanted to ask the guy but for now, she'd stick to nothing.
If she grew too curious, she was almost positive she'd make him think the worst and she wasn't really feeling up for putting herself in danger via curiosity. She had other things to do, anyways. Though he was correct at the mention of her not being much of a fighter. She was skilled, sure, but she preferred to solve most of her problems with words, as opposed to violence, if she could manage it. Maybe she was just a little bit of a pacifist but that was alright with her.
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This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
 Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
 Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
 Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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