[align=center][div style="width:450px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify"]He felt like they'd been walking for ages, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of the dingy leather jacket he'd picked up months before. Walking wasn't unlike marching in the way that he was used to going for miles and miles at a time. His endurance was still in peak condition, even if he was getting older and his military days were long behind him. His temples had long-since grayed and the ashen color had spread to the rest of his hair, giving it a light beachy color. He looked harrowed and exhausted; once-sparkling blue eyes had turned hazy and he looked a wreck.
His attitude was obviously jaded and death wasn't something that frightened him anymore. He'd somehow reverted back into an immature kid-like state, even though in his adolescence he was nothing but respectful and obedient. It was like he was making up for lost time and didn't have to conform to society's expectations any longer, so he could be as dickish and sarcastic as he so desired.
He knew that they'd enter into someone's territory eventually, but he hadn't expected their first run in with another group to be the aggressive Badlanders. He wouldn't be surprised at their hostility, but still he knowingly edged himself closer to Nuit, as they walked unknowingly into the territory.
[spoiler=OLD SOLDIER  UPDATED JANUARY 30.] GENERAL â€â€Â
★ jack morrison | soldier 76, morrison | cisgender male [ he/him ]
★ 48 years old physically & 20-something mentally | ages in real time
★ currently roaming as a loner | previously lived in st. peters
★ bisexual with a preference for men | dating nuit
APPEARANCE â€â€Â
★ 6'2 | 235lbs
★ sandy blonde/gray hair | tired blue eyes
★ muscled & strong | body of a well-conditioned soldier
★ scarred & battered | commanding presence | fc: j.r. bourne
PERSONALITY â€â€Â
★ [color=black]boring, but practical | deadpan snarker | grumpy old man | heroic self-deprication | jerk with a heart of gold | jack-of-all-trades | big brother instinct | team dad
★ protective | valiant | vaguely leaderly | determined
★ jaded | occasionally immature | dryly flirtatious | possessive | distrustful
INTERACTION â€â€Â
★ hard - very hard physically | medium - sort of hard mentally | attack in #3D4871
★ weary of fighting, but is also an instigator | will fight back if attacked
★ can treat minor wounds | 10 years of military training | tactful in combat
[br][/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="0px; width:550px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8.5pt;"]Unlike his sturdy companion, Nuit was considerably less accepting of their predicament. Barely letting the toe of his beaten up tennis shoes touch the ground without his speech slipping. Particular words being spoken with vex in short burst of sentences that could be repeated over and over and over. Yes. He was fucking complaining. At this point, it was mostly to himself. His valet long subdued and submissive to the length they had to walk between point A and point B. Nuit fucking hated him.
Not really, but Jack didn’t need to know that. They had been travelling together for a bit, known each other for longer. As much as he spewed acid names, and threatened to blow his brains out in his sleep; Nuit couldn’t imagine travelling with anyone else. Even if it would have been much nicer with someone he didn’t argue with so much. Albeit, that person didn’t really exist in Nuits terms. Everyone annoyed him to an extent.
Shifting his shoulder delicately, Nuit hummed out a note of pain. His left arm had been dislocated not even a week prior. It needed time of being wrapped for it to heal properly. But they couldn’t really risk looking weak with a two men group yet only with three arms at ready. It was tough out here. Nuit knew better than to even look in pain in front of anyone but the soldier. It was hard to trust. Even harder to believe they wouldn’t try anything. Nuit didn’t have to worry much though, he had a sniper on hand. Long and lovely and damn it all if this thing hadn’t saved his life more than once already in his short time after discovering it. It had cost him his shoulder. But it was a price to pay, this thing was basically their ticket to safety--or at least Nuits. Jack could break a guys neck with his bare hands, he was fantastic with a gun, but he didn’t need one to be lethal.
Sniffing and using his non dominant hand to swipe at his nose, nuit cleared his throat. ’’D’you know this place?’’
[spoiler= I DONT KNOW MYSELF  1/31/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ MICHEL FOURNIRET | STRICTLY "NUIT" | cis male
★ panromantic | pansexual | dating Jack, likely to flirt with others just to make him mad
★ twenty-six | ages randomly
★ St. Peters | sentry
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ experienced sniper
★ originally a cat shape shifter, so has cat like features as a character I swear he's not a furry please believe me
★ has a penchant for shiny things
★ LOVES SWEETS, would probably exchange a weapon for a popsicle fuck
★ HAS A RLLY BIG BUTT I WAS GONNA PUT IT IN HIS PHYSICAL BUT THERES NO WAY TO DESCRIBE IT W/O JUST SAYING ITS BIG
PHYSICAL:
★ health: 85% | reference avatars
 Standing at six feet even, Nuit is use to being one of the tallest in the room. His body is lean, and lanky. He has a bit of muscle from work he has put in. Defined abs and a bit of girth to his biceps. But not enough to ogle at. Nuit has thin, dark locks usually pushed back or tucked underneath a hat. He has very light facial hair, scruff along his jaw and upper lip. It tends to give him a more rugged look, with his tan European skin and almost black hair. His eyes stand out the most among other things, a striking blue, green. They are captivating, yet are usually caught rolling in vexation or glaring holes into someones back. Nuit tends to stick to darker clothing, most of it black or grey in color. He likes thing such as tight turtle necks, a throw over, or baggy hoodies. They are his go-to's, and although he doesn't prefer one over the other, he does have a penchant for lazy clothes on his rare days off; which happen to include sweatpants and a lack of a shirt. If he can afford it.
 major injuries: dislocated arm that's still in the process of healing
 minor injuries: lots of bruises and scars littering his frame.
PERSONALITY:
★ POSITIVE TRAITS ►
INTELLIGENT, TRANQUIL, CAPABLE
DEDICATED, CONFIDENT, PROTECTIVE, PLAYFUL, LOYAL
★ NEGATIVE TRAITS ►
SHREWD, BLUNT, CALLOUS
UNTRUSTING, PUGNACIOUS, PROVOCATIVE, SMUG
INTERACTION:
★ Trust issues, but also extremely extroverted and talkative.
★ Medium physically, medium mentally
★ most likely to be protective over the smaller, or younger
[align=center][div style="bgcolor=; border: none; width: 375px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #262626; font-family: arial; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:0px; padding-bottom:20px; margin-top:-2px;"]Johnny was strong, almost inhumanly so, but he didn't hurt others. Not unless it was necessary and even then he'd probably flake. His rifle was for hunting exclusively. "You are on badlands territory," he called in warning with rifle aimed at the older ones head, "what do you want?" There was other members that could actually greet possible joiners or lost folk properly, but he was the only one around. Unfortunately. Who knew why, the city was crawling with nasty little heathens. Was he one of them? Well, he did live in the badlands and he would protect quite a few that also lived in the city. The only thing that kept him from being a proper badlander was probably his pacifistic ways. Anyway, he lowered the barrel of his weapon to keep himself from seeming hostile.
One of them was some old guy with a gun while the other had a fucked arm. With his own injury, a pretty wicked stab wound to his hip, he probably looked like a joke to the two. He'd been waiting for the wound to heal for a couple weeks so at least he could hobble around.
// sorry this is so shitty ahh
[align=center][div style="0px; width:550px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8.5pt;"]The frenchmans keen ears had heard the stranger before his gaze caught sight of him. Regarding his awkward lope with an anything but a genial countenance. Nuit had aimed not even a beat after, the rifle rearing its ugly head as it swung into the air. Rather than a kill shot, it had aimed for the knee under the wounded hip, it seemed less messy and more controlled.
Nuit was a good shot. It was one of the few things he allowed himself to enjoy. Yet, not even he was so sure his bullet wouldn’t wizz passed the foreigners head. Not meeting its mark due to his purple shoulder. He didn’t let his pain show as he had strained his arm lifting the gun. Rather than, he smirked, following the eye of the mans gun to Jack. Orbs gracing the silver temple of the man for only a moment before gritting his teeth, stepping into the path in front of his companion and scoffing. ’’Didn’t see me as a threat I suppose? Petty of you to aim for the unarmed.’’ his accent was thick. Vexingly so. He hadn’t been able to suffocate ever since coming to america, and it wasn’t going to stop now. He didn’t think it changed others opinion of him. Yet--he was sure sometimes it was a bit harder to understand him. He hated repeating himself. ’’We’re travellers, group skippers..per se. We need a place to stay for a while.’’ he was basically inviting them in, but he was never one to beat around the bush.
[spoiler= I DONT KNOW MYSELF  1/31/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ MICHEL FOURNIRET | STRICTLY "NUIT" | cis male
★ panromantic | pansexual | dating Jack, likely to flirt with others just to make him mad
★ twenty-six | ages randomly
★ St. Peters | sentry
IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ experienced sniper
★ originally a cat shape shifter, so has cat like features as a character I swear he's not a furry please believe me
★ has a penchant for shiny things
★ LOVES SWEETS, would probably exchange a weapon for a popsicle fuck
★ HAS A RLLY BIG BUTT I WAS GONNA PUT IT IN HIS PHYSICAL BUT THERES NO WAY TO DESCRIBE IT W/O JUST SAYING ITS BIG
PHYSICAL:
★ health: 85% | reference avatars
 Standing at six feet even, Nuit is use to being one of the tallest in the room. His body is lean, and lanky. He has a bit of muscle from work he has put in. Defined abs and a bit of girth to his biceps. But not enough to ogle at. Nuit has thin, dark locks usually pushed back or tucked underneath a hat. He has very light facial hair, scruff along his jaw and upper lip. It tends to give him a more rugged look, with his tan European skin and almost black hair. His eyes stand out the most among other things, a striking blue, green. They are captivating, yet are usually caught rolling in vexation or glaring holes into someones back. Nuit tends to stick to darker clothing, most of it black or grey in color. He likes thing such as tight turtle necks, a throw over, or baggy hoodies. They are his go-to's, and although he doesn't prefer one over the other, he does have a penchant for lazy clothes on his rare days off; which happen to include sweatpants and a lack of a shirt. If he can afford it.
 major injuries: dislocated arm that's still in the process of healing
 minor injuries: lots of bruises and scars littering his frame.
PERSONALITY:
★ POSITIVE TRAITS ►
INTELLIGENT, TRANQUIL, CAPABLE
DEDICATED, CONFIDENT, PROTECTIVE, PLAYFUL, LOYAL
★ NEGATIVE TRAITS ►
SHREWD, BLUNT, CALLOUS
UNTRUSTING, PUGNACIOUS, PROVOCATIVE, SMUG
INTERACTION:
★ Trust issues, but also extremely extroverted and talkative.
★ Medium physically, medium mentally
★ most likely to be protective over the smaller, or younger
★[div style="bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: black; margin-top: -6px"]
Group skippers? What the heck did that mean? They were just going to join and then leave shortly after? She wasn't okay with that idea and she doubted that the others were but were they going to turn them away, either? The slender brunette moved up beside Johnny as she shifted her hand over the hilt to her katana and studied the pair quietly. Two considerably handsome men, if that's what you would call them. She was still rather.. unsure about all this stuff, unsure if these guys would be considered attractive, still untainted by that little thing called love. Was she lucky? Maybe not. Sylmae huffed softly as she studied the duo and then she glanced up towards Johnny. "Well uhm.. I.. I don't think that's a problem.. I mean.. It's not a uhm.. normal request but I don't see why we would turn you away.." The girl tilted her head a bit as she stared at the pair quietly, waiting for something more interesting to happen.
"Oh.. also, we do kind of need you're uhm.. names.. I'm Sylmae.." Shrugging her shoulders, she relaxed a bit and her stiff shoulders slumped a little.
[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 dreamÃÂÂe #TAGHERE
[align=center][div style="width:470px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:160%; color:black"]Jack had been staring forward, blue eyes alert and observant when he heard his companion clear his throat and speak. He'd just dropped his jaw open to reply when he saw another man approach; a man who was pointing a rifle directly at his head. Jack almost gave an amused snort, but kept himself composed. The part of him that was always prepared to die stood valiantly in his mind and he was glad that the rifle was pointed at his head and not Nuit's. His dominant hand was on the handle of the pistol at his hip in a flash, while his left hand was in the air with his palm forward. Yeah, he supposed he was giving off mixed signals here with one hand on his gun and the other in a peaceful gesture, but he had to stay prepped for the worst-- especially in a territory called the Badlands.
When the other man lowered his gun, Jack dropped his left hand and let his right slip down onto his hip, still in range of the weapon if he needed it, but not directly touching it anymore. Jack's optics shifted to the Frenchman for a moment cautiously, leave it to Nuit to sass those who were threatening their lives mere seconds ago. He gave a quick hum in agreement to what he'd said and looked to the young girl. She couldn't have been any older than 20, he supposed, and quirked up his lip at her uhm-ing. "We mean no harm, really." Except that his hand could reach for his gun at any moment because damn he didn't trust these people one bit. "Morrison. Nice to meet you, Sylmae. This," he motioned to the Frenchman, "Is Nuit." He liked the girl, she seemed on the naive side and he was willing to trust her faster than the man. Although, some of the most naive-looking people were not to be underestimated.
[spoiler=OLD SOLDIER — UPDATED JANUARY 30.] GENERAL —
★ jack morrison | soldier 76, morrison | cisgender male [ he/him ]
★ 48 years old physically & 20-something mentally | ages in real time
★ currently roaming as a loner | previously lived in st. peters
★ bisexual with a preference for men | dating nuit
APPEARANCE —
★ 6'2 | 235lbs
★ sandy blonde/gray hair | tired blue eyes
★ muscled & strong | body of a well-conditioned soldier
★ scarred & battered | commanding presence | fc: j.r. bourne
PERSONALITY —
★ [color=black]boring, but practical | deadpan snarker | grumpy old man | heroic self-deprication | jerk with a heart of gold | jack-of-all-trades | big brother instinct | team dad
★ protective | valiant | vaguely leaderly | determined
★ jaded | occasionally immature | dryly flirtatious | possessive | distrustful
INTERACTION —
★ hard - very hard physically | medium - sort of hard mentally | attack in #3D4871
★ weary of fighting, but is also an instigator | will fight back if attacked
★ can treat minor wounds | 10 years of military training | tactful in combat
[br][/spoiler]
[align=center][div style="bgcolor=; border: none; width: 375px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; color: #262626; font-family: arial; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:0px; padding-bottom:20px; margin-top:-2px;"]Petty? He'd say it was pretty fucking stupid to flap your lips at the guy with a gun and a whole city ready to kill strangers. Not that he said that, instead he stepped back further when Sylmae came forward. His posture softened greatly though his grip protectively tightened around his rifle. "John," he muttered, keeping his actual, and childish, name to himself. Not that they needed anything to call him by if they were just going to walk away later. Really he was just following Sylmae. There was no need for more men anyway, but if Mae wanted to be kind, she seemingly always did, then that was fine. Whatever, right? Even if they were two suspicious, lippy men. "Don't cause any shit," was barely murmured as he dropped his gun completely to his side.
He pushed back his dark curls, eyes narrowed. Usually he wasn't so rude, but the badlands was mostly female, or around him it was. Men gave him a bad feeling even if there was only other guys. Especially ones with weapons, not to mention how annoying one of them had made themselves appear to be. The two had called themselves group skippers too. God, Johnny could just tell they imagined themselves as post apocalyptic Bonnie and Clyde, all badass and shit. They'd certainly fit in if that was the case since everyone saw themselves as the best of the worst or whatever cheesy shit they came up with. Annoyed he looked over to Sylmae before turning to look for his best escape route from whoever these two were.
// ic opinions
[align=center] sel
Sel didn't like to miss greeting joiners, largely because she liked keeping tabs on everything and everyone. Then there was also the desire to establish herself to newbies, but that definitely fell behind knowing everyone. She was all too familiar with the advantages of being unknown, even if people knew your name and face. "Welcome to the Badlands then, boys." Sel called as she strolled over, coming up by Johnny and Sylmae. One of them was most definitely not a boy, the one that called himself Morrison, he was around her father's age, but whatever. Boy. She seemed unphased by the tension and weapons, flashing them a friendly smile. Still, her blue eyes raked over them, appraising them and assessing them. "Don't cause any trouble and y' should be just fine."
//ugh this kinda sucks bUT WELCOME to the Badlands!
[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]
[align=center] DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
[align=center][div style="width:470px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:160%; color:black"]Jack kept a straight face, watching the strangers in front of him vigilantly. The soldier in him was keeping him collected, and after years of being subjected to this wasteland, some slightly hostile strangers weren't going to make him bat an eye. Although, he did worry for Nuit; he was sure that the man could protect himself, but he had a mouth on him that could land both of their asses six feet under. He watched John's gun drop and Jack gave a small nod. "Didn't plan on it," sir. He gave a stifled snort to himself and couldn't wait until he and Nuit were alone again so he could complain about this guy.
The other girl who approached seemed nicer, more upbeat and less hostile, which Jack was grateful for. "Thank you," he gave her a sternly friendly look, with a thin-pressed smile and brows knit tightly. Her smile was infectious, but he was still unsure of the group of strangers and would remain so.
[spoiler=OLD SOLDIER  UPDATED JANUARY 30.] GENERAL â€â€Â
★ jack morrison | soldier 76, morrison | cisgender male [ he/him ]
★ 48 years old physically & 20-something mentally | ages in real time
★ currently roaming as a loner | previously lived in st. peters
★ bisexual with a preference for men | dating nuit
APPEARANCE â€â€Â
★ 6'2 | 235lbs
★ sandy blonde/gray hair | tired blue eyes
★ muscled & strong | body of a well-conditioned soldier
★ scarred & battered | commanding presence | fc: j.r. bourne
PERSONALITY â€â€Â
★ [color=black]boring, but practical | deadpan snarker | grumpy old man | heroic self-deprication | jerk with a heart of gold | jack-of-all-trades | big brother instinct | team dad
★ protective | valiant | vaguely leaderly | determined
★ jaded | occasionally immature | dryly flirtatious | possessive | distrustful
INTERACTION â€â€Â
★ hard - very hard physically | medium - sort of hard mentally | attack in #3D4871
★ weary of fighting, but is also an instigator | will fight back if attacked
★ can treat minor wounds | 10 years of military training | tactful in combat
[br][/spoiler]
[align=center] k
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 wasn't one to shy away from newcomers, she was usually the one to be right there at the moment of certain action. But it seems that this time, she was pretty late to start off here. The girl had been busy with making a new battle plan and a way to attack both Flintlock Lodge and St. Peters; so, that brought her to a tardiness. Stretching her arms out on her bat she kept behind her head she popped her bubblegum that was almost two days old, hard to chew, but it didn't stop her from chewing the bubblegum. Walking over her gaze set upon the members she knew, common faces- some she's grown to hate and others she's grown to love. Seeing Johnny he was paranoid as usual, then to Sylmae trying to be a nice member who would do anything to help others out (gross), and then Sel who she enjoyed seeing. The other Warchief, the second half to her duo and the one she'd like to see out of the three.
Examining the figures of the two males, she was curious to what these two are going to bring. Group jumpers, never settling in one place, from the direction they came from she could only guess St. Peters. No good, that group was nothing but prissy bitches, but maybe these two left for a reason- besides being group jumpers. But her hopes where low as she couldn't expect anything 'good'. "Didn't plan on it," she couldn't take his words for truth and she'd have to see. "Thank you." He spoke to Sel and Tatiana took to the other warchiefs side.
Time to play a bit of bad cop here. Flicking the bat out of grasps she caught it in the dominant right hand as she looked at Jack then to Nuit. "Just so you know, one slip up and we'll have your head, but have a nice stay." Her voice sly as she had her fake smile on that offered no safety at all. Just the way she preferred it to be frankly often actually.
[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]
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