PAIR OF EYES THAT THEY'RE GETTING LOST IN--happy valentine's day! open

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It had been twenty years since hallmark had been kind of....shut down. But the holiday lived on in some families, as many did--though not as widespread anymore, humans often clung to the holidays and Mettaton's family had been no different. Today he'd been busy as hell, cooped up in his room all morning, and when he stepped outside on the brisk day, in what was clearly a new outfit designed just for today--with hot pink hearts cutout of fabric and sewn onto his usual dark clothing (and of course, his long hair pinned back with a heart barrette)--the headhunter's arms were loaded up with a rather disorganized pile of....cards.

He hadn't had enough food to do this properly, with gifts of chocolate and whatnot--but he wanted dearly to give his friends a gift for his favorite holiday. They were all quite glittery, colorful and shiny, and his first stop was the mansion--he left something carefully inside the door of Blake's abode, and it was wordless--just a purely glitter-covered purple heart of cardboard. He didn't really think she'd appreciate it, but maybe she'd prove him wrong! He hurried out of there, though--not wanting to get run off by the bouncers that would probably love to mess with him.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Reggie.]

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"What do they do?" he muttered as he looked up at the mansion. Maybe they were bombs. Weird ass bombs, but bombs. "Do they, uh, explode?"

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Some of those people who posed were probably Mettaton--even as Johnny stopped, his smile grew and he cocked his head, settling his weight on one leg, causing his hip to jut out. "Oh! Well, darling--they're--" He paused, eyes widening as Johnny asked if they exploded--and he couldn't help it. He giggled, shaking his head, causing his long hair to fall out of its loose ponytail. "No, no, gorgeous--they're valentines! They're cards--for the people you like! They're gifts!" He beamed, and laughed again at the thought. "Honey, if they were bombs--" He tried to stifle his laugh, and shook his head. "Excuse me, I'm sorry. Would--would you like one? I have one for you." He didn't have a...personalized one. But he had made plenty of ones that didn't have names--because he hadn't wanted people to feel left out. "Do you like glitter?" He asked, cautiously--if he had to guess, most of the badlands probably hated the stuff--and while he didn't give a fuck, he at least wanted to get on Johnny's good side, because he seemed like a lovely young man!

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[GENJI SHIMADA.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"] the holidays was something that fluctuated heavily in mirtillo's life, at least up until the point where he was now. for most of his life he did celebrate the holidays - most holidays consisting of his older brother humoring him at the thought of christmas or the like - but he had very vague memories of not celebrating them when he was very, very young. he had been about five when the whole world going to trash thing happened, so anything before that was nothing but a blurry mess to mir. at least in a sense where he could barely remember, but not that much. gosh, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he could barely even remember the times when pappy would humor him and get him something for his birthday, even after the world collapsed. and those were memories near and dear to his heart- something that he didn't want to ever forget.

because of these thoughts that drilled in his brain, mirtillo was in a slightly less happy mood than usual when he heard the small banter a few feet away. he himself had been doing nothing but simply counting the stars that were sewn into his baby blue scarf. a pass time that he had managed to get in the habit of doing ever so often. but the small glint of glitter would distract him from his moment of melancholy; eyes going huge as he looked at the glittery sight. [color=black]"ah! glitter!" he couldn't help but squeak out in pure happiness, positively skipping over when he saw the bright delights. he hadn't seen glitter in so long! oh gosh! "oh gosh!"

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Valentine's day was something that Sel had a fondness for - growing up her father had always been able to provide her and her siblings with chocolate, something they were seldom allowed the rest of the time as it was only given on special occasions, like holidays or birthdays. In her later years Geoff stopped giving them chocolate in little heart boxes, but that was also around the time when Sel was getting into real "romance". Her flings and relationships were always short and never that romantic, with the exception of whoever had her sights on Valentine's day. Then he (or she) had to go all out to make it special. Sometimes it succeeded and sometimes it was a fail - but she rarely saw any of her boyfriends or girlfriends again, let alone for more than a couple days.

"Mettaton~" Sel hummed as she sauntered over to the forming group, a lazy half smile on her face. "Do I get anything too?" She stopped, slinging around her backpack to see if she had anything to give as well - bags with demonized leaves and white powder, a bottle of water and some other random things were inside. F**k. It was way too easy to lose track of time in the Badlands and forget what day it was. Whatever, she'd figure something out later.

Sel chill out ok Jeez

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/13/17]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
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae had no experience with this whole romance thing, she was only now of an appropriate age to even think about love and other things and yet she hadn't. She had yet to meet a man that made her heart flutter and gave her butterflies, though there were many who managed to make her blush, which honestly wasn't a hard thing to do. The slender brunette tilted her head as she moved forward and let her eyes fixate on Metta. He was just handing out valentine's day cards for anyone and everyone? Did that mean she got one, too? Perhaps she was meant to do this, as well, but she barely knew the people here yet. She was even scared of a few of them. She swallowed hard as she moved up beside Johnny and stared at Metta quietly, her mocha eyes softening a little bit. "I've uhm.. never actually celebrated.. any holiday ever.. So I don't really know what you're.. Uhm.. Supposed to do on this day.." She whispered and shrugged her shoulders a little bit as she watched the male absently. She really hoped that her lack of experience with everything in the world didn't get her laughed at, but she had lived a very solitary life, not that any of them knew that. She didn't open up easily. Nor did she want to.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she gazed over the crowd and then let her eyes wander back to Metta and rest on him, waiting for him to say something to her.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
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GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
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RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
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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
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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]
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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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Mettaton didn't ever like to interrupt conversations--it was rude, after all, and he believed that everyone deserved his full attention. But it was a principle he often broke, as his emotions tended to carry him away from any sort of logic--and when an enthusiastic twitter caught his attention, the headhunter turned his head and beamed, eyes widening at the sight of the simply adorable young fellow. He almost raised a hand to wave--then quickly regretted it, gathering the spilling cards back into his arms, and his radiant smile was a bit flustered. "Oh--well hello there, darling! You like glitter? I have a lot--all for the holiday! Happy Valentine's, my dear!" The scarf on the fella was quite fetching, he had to admit. But as usual--his presence garnered lots of much-needed attention, so it was hard for him to maintain his focus on only one or two at a time.

In fact, it wasn't long before his dear friend, Sel, showed up, and she hadn't even finished speaking before he thrust a valentine towards her--this one a dark, sinful red--less glitter, but enough to make it sparkle. His loopy, elegant handwriting (it took a long time to painstakingly create--his natural penmanship was spidery and scrawly) had personalized it for her: "Sel, you're a star, darling--" It was simple, but he'd wanted her to have it, especially. "Sel! Happy Valentine's Day--" He paused, spinning as Sylmae spoke quietly--her kitten-soft voice a familiar precious charm to his ears. "Oh, gorgeous--that's all right--it's just--well, it's--A day you...give things to people you love!" He beamed, and began to glance through his cards, trying not to drop any of the precious gifts on the ground. "Oh--I have one for you--hang on, my arms are just a tad full, dearie--"

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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