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[Giovanni]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border=0px;text-align:justify;width:375px;"]A tired sigh escaped the male's lips as he slowly trudged aimlessly down the beaten path towards what he assumed was some type of town. He had heard rumors of a civilization that shacked up within the place, albeit rather violent. He honestly could have cared less in that regard, it wasn't as if he couldn't hold his own within a crowd. He just needed a place to settle down. Endlessly moving from place to place for months on end was getting him no where fast. With the loss of his family he had nowhere to go but forward and it seemed as if the badlands laid in that path. Readjusting his pack, he allowed it to dangle on one shoulder as he held it firmly with a large hand. Lifting the other he ran it through his darkened hair, eyes narrowing as he came upon the boarder of the infamous group. With his jaw set he slid his hand into his pocket, fingers lightly grazing just one of the trench knifes hidden within. The bronze knuckle and knife like combo had always been his line of defense, apart from his pistol.

But he rarely used it since bullets were hard to come by. If things went south he would not hesitate to fight, even if he didn't win he would surely die trying. Clearing his throat Giovanni parted his jaws, calling out into the distance. [color=black]Hey! Are you guys accepting newcomers? The young man shouted with his hands cupped around his mouth to make his voice travel further. He could see some people in the distance. Surely they must have heard him. His brows pulled together as another puff of air escaped his lungs. Here went nothing.
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[spoiler=king of the fall - 1/21][size=8pt]GENERAL:
[color=#828284]✘ Giovanni | Pronounced: geo-von-nee | Cisgender male
✘ 19 years old
✘ Heterosexual/Heteroromantic | He/Him pronouns
✘ Ages in real time | December 30th
[color=black]IMPORTANT FACTS:
✘ Member of the badlands
✘ Loyal to individuals, not groups
✘ Has a light French accent
✘ Weapon(s): trench knife set, pistol
✘ Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder
RECENT EVENTS:
✘ Joined the badlands
PHYSICAL:
✘ HUMAN [MAIN/BIRTH] | HEALTH: 95%
— 5'10 in height and 156 lbs
— Well muscled athletic build
— Smoky pale blue eyes and short dark brown hair
— Typically wears a black leather jacket
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: light scratches and typical bruising
PERSONALITY:
✘ Personality type: ENTJ
✘ extrovert | courteous | cynical | rebel | introspective | reserved
✘ dedicated | paranoid | competitive | proud | scornful | vindictive
— ALL OPINIONS ARE IC
RELATIONSHIPS:
✘ Single | No crushes, although unintentionally looking | Dating nobody
✘ Npc x Npc | Gen 01
INTERACTION:
✘ Mentally: medium | Physically: difficult
✘ Skilled in Silat martial arts and knife play
✘ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill
✘ Attack in Greygoose
✘ Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
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[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 a striking creature of the Badlands, the youngest warchief and one of the more note-able people of this place. Her small figure at a steady gait as she walked, but eyes like a predator, hunting for its next meal.  Her vigorous body was not usual in this parts unless you where strong.  The strong where able to hunt for themselves, protect themselves, and make a title for themselves, and she was one of those that did pretty well in the Badlands.  It's not an easy task, but hell she fucking does it.  If a seventeen year old can live in the badlands, having been basically abandoned here a twenty-eight year old could hold his ground.  But it's not like Tatiana knew anything that wasn't death and destruction, this apocalypse happened three years in advanced before Tatiana's mother got pregnant and gave birth to Tatiana.  But Tatiana had sailed from Russia to the North American content at a very young age, it was a difficult process sort of, you know due to it being fucking terrible everywhere.  Pirates and shit, yeah the sea is a big fuck up.  But the Russian girl made it here, and her mother and Tatiana had joined the Badlands, Tatiana's mother left her here when she was eight possibly ten at the oldest.  She didn't have an easy going life that is for sure, but she knew how to survive so it was better than nothing.

And that leads us to present day Tatiana, a fighter of this group, someone who was able too boss around the Grunts of War and also show she wasn't just a little girl.  But god damn it whenever someone new showed up, they just had to think of her as someone weak. Someone who needed to be protected, newsflash Tat doesn't need anyone to protect her, and she'll most likely tell you to fuck off.  Her gait kept at a steady place as she didn't have her bubblegum to pop at this constant second, no it was currently a cigarette in between her lips.  With her right hand she held her baseball bat and with the left she'd take out the cigarette so often to blow smoke from her maw.  Suddenly a yell came from the distance, "Hey! Are you guys accepting newcomers?"  It wasn't too far of a yell it was pretty close, which brought a bit of excitement to the girls green hued optics.

Walking over to this person she was behind him, not in front of him, she stood a good two arms length away from Giovanni.  "What's your name?"  She examined his appearance, he looked healthy, strong, he had a bit of scratches but nothing too bad.  The girl took the cigarette as it was done for dropping it on the ground and stepping on it.  Twisting her foot on the cigarette to make it go out completely.  She used to know a guy who was utterly pathetic that he'd go around picking up the buds of cigarettes and smoked those because he couldn't find a pack.  Tatiana was an addict but she also wasn't that bad.  The girl took out a pack of gum from the side of her backpack taking one and placing in her mouth.  Putting it back, the girl never dropped her eye level from the guy.  She wasn't dumb. 

Tatiana per usual wore her leather jacket, today it was a white shirt (with some blood on it but lets not talk about that), a black skirt, fishnets, and her black combat boots.  Her knives strapped to her thigh hidden by her dress. 
[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]

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Still new to the area, Sylmae was unsure of how you were meant to respond to such a thing, someone yelling over the border with such ease, like they weren't scared. Hand curling over her injured side, the slender brunette moved forward, chocolate hues fixating on the male and Tatiana as she did so. Perhaps he was joining, Tat hadn't said no to the idea of him joining, and she also hadn't denied whether or not they were actually accepting new people. His chances were looking pretty good to  her. Shifting a bit as she moved forward, bright red converses quiet on the ground as she moved, she lifted her gaze up sheepishly towards the male and studied him. He was handsome, to say the least, well-built, something that made her feel more than a little inadequate given her slight frame. Always the silent one, Mae stood back and just watched, observing the scene, not wanting to say anything yet.

She shifted a hand absently to the hilt of her katana as she watched him, as if thinking he was going to jump forward, attack the duo, and if so, she'd be ready, run him through with her blade before he could hurt her. She wasn't really in the market for more pain today. Or ever. Unlike Tatiana, Mae wasn't entirely huge on flashy, cute outfits, something that was subject to change in the future but not right now. Her lithe frame was wrapped in simple black denim jeans with stylized rips in one knee and on the opposing thigh. Her shirt beneath the simple red leather jacket she wore to match her chucks was decorated with the images from a show before the disaster. Supernatural, probably a fitting theme for the world they now lived in. The simple v-neck was probably one of her favorite shirts, much like her leather jacket, which she often thought of as her armor, as she always felt in it.

Inclining her head only a little, she waited for the male to talk, hoping to get this over with.

[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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[Giovanni]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border=0px;text-align:justify;width:375px;"]He had been standing there for a least a solid minute or two, waiting for someone to come and greet him in anyway possible. The place looked barren, from where he stood at least. So perhaps the rumors weren't true after all. Which would have been a shame considering he wasted all of his precious time to make it out here and he would have hated to double back now. He gaze continued to skim the horizon until he head the soft sound of footsteps falling in behind him. He knew better than to ever let his guard down and had had his fair share of run ins with looters and bands of rouges. His glare cut behind him as he side eyed the opposing teen before fully turning around to face her. Her voice rung within his ears but his attention focused solely upon the bat for a moment, keeping a mental note of it. Giving a roll of his taunt shoulders he shifted his weight a little, pushing his hands within his pockets out of habit. [color=black]Giovanni. He voiced with a slight incline of his head. He could not recall his last name or if he even had one.

His parents never mentioned it and he had never thought to ask. Since things like marriage and what surname your child had was nowhere near as important as survival, shelter and food. What's yours? He asked just as another individual came walking over, eyes trailing over the petite brunette thoughtfully. She was pretty, prettier than most girls he had seen. Focusing his attention back on Tatiana he lifted a brow. All she had done was asked him for his name, so he was still unsure if she would let him in or not. Not unless this was all part of the initiation process. This is the badlands, correct? He wanted to make sure he was in the right place, although he assumed that he was.
[align=center]✘ - Giovanni - ✘
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[spoiler=king of the fall - 1/21][size=8pt]GENERAL:
[color=#828284]✘ Giovanni | Pronounced: geo-von-nee | Cisgender male
✘ 19 years old
✘ Heterosexual/Heteroromantic | He/Him pronouns
✘ Ages in real time | December 30th
[color=black]IMPORTANT FACTS:
✘ Member of the badlands
✘ Loyal to individuals, not groups
✘ Has a light French accent
✘ Weapon(s): trench knife set, pistol
✘ Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder
RECENT EVENTS:
✘ Joined the badlands
PHYSICAL:
✘ HUMAN [MAIN/BIRTH] | HEALTH: 95%
— 5'10 in height and 156 lbs
— Well muscled athletic build
— Smoky pale blue eyes and short dark brown hair
— Typically wears a black leather jacket
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: light scratches and typical bruising
PERSONALITY:
✘ Personality type: ENTJ
✘ extrovert | courteous | cynical | rebel | introspective | reserved
✘ dedicated | paranoid | competitive | proud | scornful | vindictive
— ALL OPINIONS ARE IC
RELATIONSHIPS:
✘ Single | No crushes, although unintentionally looking | Dating nobody
✘ Npc x Npc | Gen 01
INTERACTION:
✘ Mentally: medium | Physically: difficult
✘ Skilled in Silat martial arts and knife play
✘ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill
✘ Attack in Greygoose
✘ Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
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[GUNSLINGER.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] are they accepting newcomers? well, of course. well maybe. honestly, jamison had no idea if they ever really accepted others or not. jamie could accept them, at least. if they didn't try to hurt him or do anything that would mess up his daily routine, then he would be not to welcoming. but this guy seemed nice, right? yeah, he seemed pretty cool.

the towering male would make his way over, tinkering absently on a bomb as he grinned at the other. "g'day!" he piped up, cocking his head to the side. "name's jamison!"

[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

She took note of Sylmae, not a very important figure in the ideas of Tat, she also didn't care to get to know that girl.  So at this moment the girl was irrelevant.  "Giovanni."  Peculiar name that was for sure, it was alright though.  He had his hands in his pockets, possibly holding onto a weapon, but that didn't matter to her, attack her after all and you'll go down in the fucking process, and you'll make an enemy of the deadliest group in this world.  That is if he made it out alive.  "What's yours." 

"My name is Tatiana Dogsworth."  Her green luminaires glistening as she observed Giovanni as he looked at Sylmae for a split second.  Tatiana made sure to hold herself up, make herself look as dominating as she possibly could, but fuck everyone liked to mock her short stature.  "This is the Badlands, correct?"  God this dude had so many questions, and it seems like he couldn't shut the fuck up.  Then again it was a valuable information if he was planning to join the group.  But why out of these groups join Badlands, after all it wasn't for the faint of heart, she was just glad fucking Whiskers wasn't around to be all 'this place sucks i'd leave'.  After all Giovanni seemed like he could make a nice meal for the more cannibalistic creatures in the group.  "Yeah you're in the Badlands, your talking to one of the Badlands Warchief."

Popping another bubble the fucking sight of Jamison Fawkes came over.  He was annoying, a pathetic warm that she'd rather beat the shit out of then deal with. He was always popping up when newcomers cam around.  And every time Tatiana wanted to beat his dumb face into the ground.  "G'day!"  Why was he always so giddy and happy it seems.  "Name's Jamison!"  Deciding to just ignore the worm the girl looked back at Giovanni.  He looked like he could make a good hunter, strong and agile it seems.  But he could possibly make a good fighter from strength.  It wasn't her pick if he became a grunt of war or a grunt of prey it was his own choice.  Though she'd like more grunts of war, that'd be better for the war based group after all.  "Are you a hunter type of guy or a fighting type of guy, Giovanni?"
[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]

[Giovanni]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border=0px;text-align:justify;width:375px;"]His gaze fell upon a rather large male that came ambling over. This guy was huge, but his happy go lucky demeanor did not seem to match his overall exterior. Not that he personally seemed to mind. It was a refreshing change from the personalities he had come across so far. With a curt nod of his head he silently addressed Jamison before murmuring his own response. [color=black]Nice to meet you Jamison, Tatiana. The brunette voiced after hearing the warchief finally give her own name. She seemed to swell up as if trying to prove something, not that he would put anything past anyone here. But he wondered why she was exerting leadership so hard. Either you had the qualities and people saw them in you without needing to actively show it, or you didn't. Regardless, the question thrown at him made him pause thoughtfully. He could make simple traps to catch food if he really needed to. But he was better at combat than anything, it was how he managed to get what he needed so far. Continuing to hold a level gaze with Tatiana he answered her question in a rather nonchalant fashion. Fighting type.
[align=center]✘ - Giovanni - ✘
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[spoiler=king of the fall - 1/21][size=8pt]GENERAL:
[color=#828284]✘ Giovanni | Pronounced: geo-von-nee | Cisgender male
✘ 19 years old
✘ Heterosexual/Heteroromantic | He/Him pronouns
✘ Ages in real time | December 30th
[color=black]IMPORTANT FACTS:
✘ Member of the badlands
✘ Loyal to individuals, not groups
✘ Has a light French accent
✘ Weapon(s): trench knife set, pistol
✘ Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder
RECENT EVENTS:
✘ Joined the badlands
PHYSICAL:
✘ HUMAN [MAIN/BIRTH] | HEALTH: 95%
— 5'10 in height and 156 lbs
— Well muscled athletic build
— Smoky pale blue eyes and short dark brown hair
— Typically wears a black leather jacket
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: light scratches and typical bruising
PERSONALITY:
✘ Personality type: ENTJ
✘ extrovert | courteous | cynical | rebel | introspective | reserved
✘ dedicated | paranoid | competitive | proud | scornful | vindictive
— ALL OPINIONS ARE IC
RELATIONSHIPS:
✘ Single | No crushes, although unintentionally looking | Dating nobody
✘ Npc x Npc | Gen 01
INTERACTION:
✘ Mentally: medium | Physically: difficult
✘ Skilled in Silat martial arts and knife play
✘ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill
✘ Attack in Greygoose
✘ Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
[/spoiler]

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae blinked as she watched the male focus his eyes on her and she straightened her shoulders a bit, eyes narrowing a tad. Most people didn't just up and stare at her so this was odd, but not unflattering. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she listened to him being questioned and easily firing back answers. He seemed like he was a nice guy, someone she could perhaps learn to trust and be close to like Metta. Her feet shifted against the ground as her grip on the hilt of her blade relaxed and she offered him the faintest of smiles, her cheeks flushing a bit. "Sylmae Winzor." She said softly as he asked for their names, though she doubted she managed to push her voice loud enough for the male to hear her, and she doubted he was all that interested her. His eyes seemed fully trained on Tatiana, something that didn't quite bother her.

[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]
[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE