WHO IS IN CONTROL? / OPEN, JOINING

[TATIANA]

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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

Tatiana had nothing to do, she had picked a fight with another member earlier, it was just a grunt of war who was giving her some lip.  Seriously she was getting on her nerves complaining about how a seventeen year old was at a higher position then her.  But the girl won't be talking shit anymore without a tongue now will she?  The girl walked around her gaze bright and vibrant, green and luxurious it reminded some of the older members of what money looked like.  She had been wandering around when she heard some voices, probably a newcomer, seems like that's all they've been doing now of lately.  Stretching out her arms the girl headed in the direction.

The first thing her optics latched onto was the members she knew, there was Johnny, some chick she's seen around, and a ginger, so basically she only knew Jonny.  But then her vibrant gaze looked at the new comer.  He was most likely to join which didn't bother her, but hell she should probably go meet the guy right?  The girl had one of her cigarettes in between her lips taking it out as she got about a two arms lengths away from these guys.  Blowing out the toxic smoke from her lips she listened for a second.  "Yeah, tahnks, throwing up stomach acid sucks.  But do you got a cigarette?"

"Here take one."  The girl spoke out finally now holding her package of cigarettes she had about three so this guy better feel some what grateful that she would offer one.  "Names Tatiana, I'm guessing these guys told you where you are, I'd ask for a name but you look like shit," she spoke as she looked at them like, 'well get him in the fucking house why don't you'.  She had to admit this guy was kinda cute, he looked her age, which will be fun to have someone else her age that she may not hate.


[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]

[Reggie.]

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Johnny wanted to leave so bad, so fucking bad. All he had planned to do was to get a rabbit and skin it for dinner. Oh, that was asking for too much though. He had to be around cigeratte smoke and a bunch of teenagers who were all going through their "badass" stage. Was that too much to ask for, having a nice night? Well, duh, it was totally too much for the badlands. Whatever, he'd just let the girls patch him up. "[b]Pot would probably help," frowning he rolled his shoulders, "It'd give him an appetite. So if he does throw up again he'll actually have something to, uh, throw up. While a cigeratte will make him nauseous."

Once Tatiana brought out the package he let go of the guys side. It was probably super lame, but he didn't want to be around the smell. It reminded him too much of his father. "If you need to you can use my shoulder," Johnny offered. He could leave, it'd be easy and what teenage boy didn't want to be around two girls his age? Gently he slipped out of Tate's arm before nodding away from the small group. He was old, well, not really old, but he wasn't a teenager, and he could barely handle people his own age. "Do you need anything else?"

[tests]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:8pt;"]Tatiana... wasn't she a Warcheif? One would think the head of fighting should look a bit more intimidating than a five foot blonde. Margot wasn't one to judge, and who knows, maybe the girl can kick ass like nobody's business. She'd been ready to reach into her pocket to give Tate a cig, but it seemed that Tat had that covered. The exchange was humorous; a girl gives something that could kill to a guy she was trying to heal. That's a post-apoctalytic love story for you. She looked towards the door of the house, pulling it open with a grunt. There wasn't much inside, a beat up kitchen and a rusted chair were the only things to be seen. It was better than nothing, at least.

Walking back outside, Margot caught the end of Johhny's advice. "So you're telling me that pot is best for the kid? Who would've thought," A faint chuckle escaped her lips, amused by the man's dislike towards his own words. "If that's what he needs, I got some. Bring him inside, there's a chair in here." Dipping back indoors, Margot removed her jacket an began to push it together like a pillow. The tall ginger moved behind the chair, holding the makeshift pillow on the headrest, looking up at the group, motioning for them to sit Tate down.
[spoiler=INFO // updated 2/19][color=#030303][color=#F2473F][ general ] ✌ HEY, 'CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT
✌ MARGOT PALOMA KOSZORÚS | MARGOT
✌ cis female | feminine or neutral pronouns | she/they
✌ eighteen years | mature | ages ?? idk
✌ panromantic, pansexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
✌ the badlands | [rank] | [titles]
✌ best friends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries

[ physical ] ✌ AND I KNOW THAT YOU'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR CHILD
✌ human | health: 100%
✌ Pale and very skinny. Not underweight, but bony | 5' 11"
✌ Eyes are a curious and judgmental ocean green, bloodshot from nights of smoking.
✌ Extremely thick carrot orange hair
— major injuries: slowly getting CHS
— minor injuries: none

[ personality ] ✌ OH, NO LONGER AM AFRAID OF THE NIGHT
✌ Margot is a very carefree person. Not much in life bugs her, and if something does, she's quick to shut those feelings down. But this doesn't stopper from playfully sharing her opinion, which isn't always kind. She is always open to new things, and often makes really dumb decisions just for the fun of it.
✌ enfp | the campaigner

[ interaction ] ✌ 'CAUSE I, I LOOK TO THE LIGHT
✌ Medium physical difficulty | Medium-hard mental difficulty
✌ To engage in combat, please use bold teal[/spoiler]

[TATE L.]

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The boy shot Tatiana a smirk and took the cigarette. He placed it between his lips and leaned towards her murmuring, "You got a lighter, honey?" He raised a singular eyebrow awaiting an answer. He turned his head to look at Johnny and placed his hand on his shoulder as he stumbled inside the house, his eyes nearly closing. Once he got to the chair he plopped down and rested his head back. A sigh of relief passed his lips and he looked up at the ginger behind him. "Is that your natural color, girly?" he questioned teasingly. His hand raised up to try and grab at one of the small curls so he could twist his finger around and around, distracting himself from how shitty he felt at that moment. "You got pot? Why's a good, cute little girl like you got such a drug in your possession?" He wasn't attracted to either Margot or Tatiana. He was just like this.

&& rip muse

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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴  FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU CAN'T WAKE UP  ✴  [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]THIS IS NOT A DREAM  ✴  [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛

[size=8pt][font=verdana]APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE]  ✴  [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
  — PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE  ✴  [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
  — MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING  ✴  [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]

[Sel]

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And here came Sel, having noticed the commotion and made her way over, not wanting to miss out on anything notable. And this clusterf**k was notable enough to warrant a visit from the "senior" Warchief (senior in that she was six years older than Tat and Blake had called her name first). "What's going on?" She f**king hated having to ask that, but it seemed some new guy was being sweet on some new girl. Fun?

//rip this kind of sucks
Welcome to the Badlands tho!

[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]