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TATIANA DOGSWORTH
A smile was on her lips, everyone was finding these pets, but dogs really weren't her style and that seems to be what the mass majority kept on finding. Sure dogs where cute but, she'd rather eat one then keep it for another mouth to feed. Why would you anyways? Walking around the girl held her baseball bat, her gaze was bright and vibrant, her small stature not very noticeable to any passer-by. She wasn't in much of a feeling to get in trouble with anyone right now, she'd rather just stay over where she was heading. The girl wore a faded denim jacket, a black t-shirt that was underneath her black grid tennis skirt, with a pair of fucked black combat boots.
For the first time ever the girl decided to pull her hair up In a pony tail, it was cute and yet abnormal to see. Not really a fan of the whole putting your hair up stuff, but hell she'd deal with it for the current moment in time. After all she couldn't be salty about it, she did it to herself, and if she felt it she could pull it out and let her blonde hair lay on to her shoulders. Walking around she could feel the hair that was pulled back, swish back and forth against the nape of her neck. It tickled each time it did it; but she resisted the urge to giggle like the little girl she basically was.
Optics glimpsing at the last person she saw, soon walking into the outer territory where not too many where up and about. She preferred it like this, she didn't like the eyes of her fellow predators watching her every move, waiting for her to fuck up. Just so they could then strike and attack her. It was a tough world out here, it wasn't easy, you had to stand up for yourself and if you didn't, you'd die in the process eventually. Plus it just seems like less pressure, like a huge weight was just lifted off of your shoulders. A smirk stayed on her lips even though there wasn't anyone to see it now. It was like a permeant feature on her facial expression by now.
Her steps became silent, she'd be a moron to be stomping around. Even if no one could hear your and you may not see anyone, they could be hiding waiting to snipe you out if they have the ammunition to do so, after all. Tatiana's steps halted as she heard the squeal of some sort of feline not to far from her. Speeding too the source of sound the girl turned a corner. There to the side of the alley-way someone had set up a trap that looked like it was suppose to catch rabbits and rather smaller prey, maybe a dog if lucky. But in it, and what she was hearing, was a lynx cub, not too old. The mother was probably either dead or lost it's cub.
Walking over silently in order to not spook the cub, the girl kneeled down. The feline tried to tug away, but unable to, as the trap was too heavy for it to do that at all. Taking her hands and gripping onto the trap, blood getting on her hands in the process, she managed to pry it loose. Falling down the feline laid there for a second, looking utterly terrified. Throwing it over a fence, she heard it snap shut again, sure she just fucked with someone's trap but she really didn't give a fuck. It's not like they'd get much off this cub, it wasn't big enough to give any sort of food source.
Pulling out a piece of jerky from her bag that she recently found, Tatiana bit a piece off, then throwing it over to the cub. Sniffing at it for a bit, then taking it in its mouth. "Not to bad is it?" She spoke with a smile on her features. Standing up the seventeen year old, now knowing she did something good for the day was on her own way once more . Taking a few steps she her the slightest sound, glimpsing over her shoulder to see the figure of the lynx. "Well go on, you're free now." Tat spoke out turning away again as she walked on forward some more turning the corner, she walked for almost a block before turning around. Seeing the cub trying to make it around the corner, limping and everything from the now injured leg.
Walking back over, kneeling down she looked at the cub. "What do you want?"
[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]
For the first time ever the girl decided to pull her hair up In a pony tail, it was cute and yet abnormal to see. Not really a fan of the whole putting your hair up stuff, but hell she'd deal with it for the current moment in time. After all she couldn't be salty about it, she did it to herself, and if she felt it she could pull it out and let her blonde hair lay on to her shoulders. Walking around she could feel the hair that was pulled back, swish back and forth against the nape of her neck. It tickled each time it did it; but she resisted the urge to giggle like the little girl she basically was.
Optics glimpsing at the last person she saw, soon walking into the outer territory where not too many where up and about. She preferred it like this, she didn't like the eyes of her fellow predators watching her every move, waiting for her to fuck up. Just so they could then strike and attack her. It was a tough world out here, it wasn't easy, you had to stand up for yourself and if you didn't, you'd die in the process eventually. Plus it just seems like less pressure, like a huge weight was just lifted off of your shoulders. A smirk stayed on her lips even though there wasn't anyone to see it now. It was like a permeant feature on her facial expression by now.
Her steps became silent, she'd be a moron to be stomping around. Even if no one could hear your and you may not see anyone, they could be hiding waiting to snipe you out if they have the ammunition to do so, after all. Tatiana's steps halted as she heard the squeal of some sort of feline not to far from her. Speeding too the source of sound the girl turned a corner. There to the side of the alley-way someone had set up a trap that looked like it was suppose to catch rabbits and rather smaller prey, maybe a dog if lucky. But in it, and what she was hearing, was a lynx cub, not too old. The mother was probably either dead or lost it's cub.
Walking over silently in order to not spook the cub, the girl kneeled down. The feline tried to tug away, but unable to, as the trap was too heavy for it to do that at all. Taking her hands and gripping onto the trap, blood getting on her hands in the process, she managed to pry it loose. Falling down the feline laid there for a second, looking utterly terrified. Throwing it over a fence, she heard it snap shut again, sure she just fucked with someone's trap but she really didn't give a fuck. It's not like they'd get much off this cub, it wasn't big enough to give any sort of food source.
Pulling out a piece of jerky from her bag that she recently found, Tatiana bit a piece off, then throwing it over to the cub. Sniffing at it for a bit, then taking it in its mouth. "Not to bad is it?" She spoke with a smile on her features. Standing up the seventeen year old, now knowing she did something good for the day was on her own way once more . Taking a few steps she her the slightest sound, glimpsing over her shoulder to see the figure of the lynx. "Well go on, you're free now." Tat spoke out turning away again as she walked on forward some more turning the corner, she walked for almost a block before turning around. Seeing the cub trying to make it around the corner, limping and everything from the now injured leg.
Walking back over, kneeling down she looked at the cub. "What do you want?"
[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]
Now I'm out and wearing something low-cut
'Bout to get attention from a grownup
'Cause you hold me like a woman
'Bout to get attention from a grownup
'Cause you hold me like a woman