I'D LOVE TO CHANGE THE WORLD //o; joiner

[Haris Dimitriou]

Haris had been lost in her thoughts and jerked around when he heard a voice. "Who's there?" She called out. She stood up to see who it was then she trotted towards the figure. "What brings you here to The Badlands?" She asked in a calm voice.

It seemed more people had joined in the past few weeks. She gave him a once over to seee if he was dangerous. He was taller of course but he seemed very tired. "I'm Haris." She spoke in the same tone.

[spoiler=TAGS UPDATED 2/20]GENERAL
- Haris Melitta Dimitriou / No nicknames / Female
- Aries / 23 years old
- Demisexual / Demiromantic
- Ages in real time
- Bandlands Grunt

NOTES
x Haris Dimirtriou's history was a bunch of blunders. She may have been born in a group that was wasn't known but she was caused tons of trouble growing up. They traveled under strict laws. Her father was second in command and he died when she was only 9. It was because of his death that was when she became a troublemaker. She always fought with the other children and often ended bruised and bloody. Over time she grew really bad and recently she was kicked out of her group due to this. She had been beaten to a bloody pulp like she once did to the other members.
x She has a tendency to approach someone if she is interested in them. If she doesn't like you then she tries to keep her distance. She can be approachable if you don't make her pissed. She suffer maniac episodes from time to time
x She is blind in her left eye due to suffering a bad concussion when she as 16.
x Even though she may seem crazy, she has some humanity left in her and tries to show it often. In fact she is really sensitive so that prove something.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
|| face: Kehlani Parrish
|| somewhat muscular build
|| 75% percent health
|| injuries: cuts, bruises, very hungry, very thirsty

INVENTORY
* Pocket knife
* Browning Hi-Power pistol
* Colt Anaconda revolver
* Melee dagger
* Small backpack (contains nothing else aside from her weapons)

RELATIONSHIP
To be determined

INTERACTION
~ Easy to interact with but she won't start the conversation
~ Difficulty: 5/10 in training| somewhat strong and quick but is very clumsy, has basic understanding of guns.
~ Attack in bold #f46e42
~ [b]can role play peaceful actions

[Sel]

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sel

Before coming to the Badlands, Sel had lived with her family. Honestly, she was the "golden child". Probably. Lessie was definitely out, and Isabel was probably dead (did that disqualify her or make it impossible for Eliza and Geoff to say a bad word about her?), and Aaron was... Aaron, but at least he hadn't run off. F**k. Maybe she couldn't lay claim to the "golden child" title. Whatever.

Sel couldn't smell, therefore the terrible scent of the Badlands had never discouraged her from coming here. She had a few alarms that went off still, but she'd decided to ignore them. She wasn't ready to go home yet, so why not stick around here for a little while? Make some friends, climb the ranks, all that good s**t.

Hearing a strange voice and a familiar one, Sel turned and headed towards the edge of the city, coming to a halt next to Haris. Since she'd already addressed the joiner, the Warchief would remain silent for the time being.

//Alloyyyyyy welcome friendo "speaking"

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

Personality:
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive

Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349

Links:
— Bio v.1
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[recycling bin]

/ heelo, alloysius + cue short post

Offering food to a couple of starving children sounds exactly like something she'd do, no matter how cranky she acted about it. Though, if she were still part of her old group, she wouldn't go behind their backs. In fact, they would have most likely agreed to split their supplies, would have suggested it first. A bleeding heart she may be, but back then, she wasn't the only one, nor the one with the most to spill. Back then, she had a family. But they're gone now, each and every one of them, and there's no use dwelling in the past. The current faction she's allied with is far more bloodthirsty.

Bou left her backpack in a safe hiding spot, leaving room for her rifle on her back. Her gun remains holstered on her right thigh, her hand hovering close to it just in case. Don't everybody rush me at once. A snort escapes her before she can clamp down on it. He only seems to jinx himself; there are three of them now, watching him closely. Haris, she's unfamiliar with, and she silently curses the younger woman for giving out her name so freely. Sel, she knows, though not personally. The stranger's slightly shorter than her, wearing a bomber jacket with a name on it. Jordan. Is it part of his name, or is it just something he picked up for cold nights? The latter sounds more likely, but she'll have to wait for an answer to know for sure.

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[spoiler=information — 2017/02/27]— pm main account to plot.
— all opinions + choices ic.

recent news
— n/a.

general | pinterest board
— boudica mallory darling | "bou, gunny" | dislikes nicknames
— female | she/her pronouns | dyadic dmab | presents masc.
— demiromantic pansexual | has extremely high standards™
— about 32 years old | date of birth: september 15th [virgo]
— the badlands: grunt of war | prev. u.s.m.c. gunnery sergeant

important notes
— difficult to befriend; prefers to stay distant and aloof.

physical
— health: 80%-90%; decent condition | face/voice-claim: malese jow
— tall, fit, muscular. built for strength and endurance. 6'1 [1.86 m].
— mixed: english/italian father; chinese/native american mother.
— olive skin with light, sparse freckles, and chestnut brown eyes.
— dark brown hair with a reddish tinge. currently kept in crew cut.
— button nose, high cheekbones, defined jawline, athletic figure.
— simple black semper fi tattoo written across her shoulder blades.
— injuries: minor bruises and scrapes.

mental | good is not nice | good is not soft | deadpan snarker | the stoic
— health: 80%-90% | sleep-deprived, paranoid; in decent condition
— hufflepuff primary/hufflepuff secondary | neutral good | isxj-a
— aloof and asocial. keeps her personal life as private as possible.
— extremely critical of herself and of others. comes off as caustic.
— will grudgingly offer her assistance if other people require help.
— purposefully standoffish; tries not to become attached to others.
— usually follows the rules; won't hesitate to break them if needed.
— self-disciplined and self-controlled. calm and decisive in crises.
— perceptive, shrewd, opportunistic. quick to gauge chances, risks.
— reliable, trustworthy; will follow through with tasks and promises.
— authoritative, self-assured. a natural leader, and a good one, too.
— unwavering in her loyalty once it's earned. steadfast, iron-willed.

possessions | running low on ammo, medical supplies, and water
— a m40a5 sniper rifle, rarely used; and a beretta m9, seldom used.
— a camouflage assault backpack. a med kit. a ka-bar combat knife.
— a water canteen. a folded picture of her, her parents, and her siblings.
— dog tags worn around her neck; never taken off, even when sleeping.
— sensible, durable clothing; mostly well-worn + some form of damage.
— cargo pants, bomber jackets, combat boots. function over fashion.

relationships
— single | no crushes | no "maybe" crushes | prefers short-term flings
— 1/? of the darling family | 1/? of the extended batfam [hardass aunt]
— npc x npc | gen 1 | middle child | immediate family presumed dead

interaction
— physically very hard | mentally hard | highly trained [former marine]
— prefers guns over hand-to-hand combat | ruthless, reliable, resilient
— may rarely start fights | will finish fights | may [seldom] show mercy
— won't sexually assault | will maim, torture, and kill when necessary
— highly skilled sniper | has basic medical skills; decent w/ minor shit
— nonviolent/peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
— • will most likely react aggressively.
— attack in BOLDED BLACK CAPITAL LETTERS.[/spoiler]

[ALLOY]

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"This is the third time, Jordan!" It was actually the fifth, but Hal wasn't going to correct her.

"I can explain?"

"We've had enough of your excuses."

"Reasons, not excuses." They were really angry this time, weren't they? That was understandable- he had "misplaced" half of their food supplies, and in hindsight, he shouldn't have started by shrugging when they confronted him. That had been a terrible idea. As for the supplies themselves, he didn't regret where they went, and despite what his group of six months thought, he hadn't bartered them off to some random person. It would be a cold day in hell when Hal could turn away a couple of hungry kids, so as far as he was concerned, the children needed it more than they did. Besides, they could find more. Eventually. He would have spearheaded the movement himself, if they'd given him a chance to make up for yet another incident of a bleeding heart disguised as an "oops" moment. To be fair, they weren't in the wrong for assuming that was what happened- Hal had many, many genuine "oops" incidents, such as, "what do you mean you already told me not to?" and, "whose great idea was this?...mine? oh."

"Oh, go to hell!" Only when it was time.

Honestly, he was surprised it took them this long to run him off, but once he narrowly dodged a thrown knife, he started to think that maybe they had something a little more permanent on their brains. Hal didn't want to throw their hospitality back in their faces even more, so instead of throwing a good left hook to Monty's jaw, he made a break for it. It was actually the first time Hal ran from a fight- or a near fight, in this case, and it wasn't even for self-preservation. Those fights tended to end with Hal as the winner or a stroke of luck dragging Hal away before he ceased to be. That didn't count as running, did it? He never asked for anyone's help; he'd made a point of doing everything on his own since he was seven. Probably before that, just more along the lines of "I can put my own pants on," when he still lived in a cozy, untouched suburb.

It was a little like this once, actually, but less...Creepy. This place smelled of fear and doom, which probably should have tripped a few alarms, if it weren't for the fact Hal's alarms were always belated and he tended to ignore them anyway. He didn't have anywhere else to go, and there had to be people here. Come to think of it, a place like this seemed familiar; not from seeing it before, but hadn't he heard of something like it around this area? He'd find out sooner or later, and there was no time like the present, right?

"Don't everybody rush me at once."
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[spoiler=info (2/25)]GENERAL
-Harold "Hal" Jordan | Introduced as Hal only | 28 years old | The Badlands
-Who even knows his sexuality | Single, and too much of a mess for mingling
-The Determinator | Jerk With A Heart of Gold | Rebellious Spirit | Pinterest

PHYSICALITY
-Rich brown hair, artfully tousled (if he wakes up in time to bother with fixing his hair)
-Tanned skin from sun exposure | Mostly unblemished, save for burn scars on his forearms
-Stands at an even 6'0, weighs 186 lbs. | Lean and trim build, but appears a little underfed
-Soft walnut brown eyes | Always wears a bomber jacket with "JORDAN" on the chest (dad's)
-Keeps two sets of brass knuckles in his pockets (both are dark green and, as a joke, glittery)