[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] jamison fawkes was a worm.
anyone who lived in the badlands would know this already, basically. they knew they jamison was a filthy worm, with scraggly and greasy hair, layers of dirt that covered his body and multiple scars and bruises that littered his otherwise malnourished frame. overall he looked like the sole definition of the rank; more of like an overblown stereotype of the basic prisoners of the group. and everyone knew this. either it be a veteran member or newly made member, most people in the badlands knew who jamison fawkes was. they knew he was the kid who had gotten himself in the worm rank at a young age. he was the kid that managed to survive years of physical torment from the average members of the group. he was the kid that was addicted to explosives of all kinds, and whenever he was seen it was more than likely him messing around with a bomb or firework.
he was the kid who had his left limbs chopped off by the bouncer he had punched in the face.
other than the tall height of 6'6 and the overall tear and worn-ness of jamie's look, the most noticeable thing from him would be the lack of left limbs. they were replaced by crudely made metal parts- rusted metal that dug into the stumps of his leg and arm and made the severed limbs red and angry. his arm was more of an arm, with fingers that moved rather well despite the rust and grime that coated the metal and leather that jamison had made the arm into. but the leg was very worn. instead of a foot there was a rusty and short peg leg. it forced him to stand in a hunch, the metal of the leg far too short compared to the other leg that he had retained for the later years after the loss of half his limbs - and to an extent, half of his weight as well -. those metal parts is what really made jamison known in the group. other than the bomb obsession he had and the fact that he was a worm that survived for more than a year, of course.
if anyone were to find him, they would see him rummaging through a dumpster, tossing trash aside as he searched for something that he could eat. the young man was never the one to do the hunting. the severe limp from his peg leg was noisy and slow, making any animal from miles away know where he was. he had tried to catch some prey by blowing them up with mines, but they were always in a charred crisp - which meant bad bbq on his part - so he had to deal with hunting for scraps. that was entirely difficult due to the fact that most all badlanders took whatever they could get. but gnawing on some week old bones was some sort of food source, right?
maybe he was a shitty scavenger, but jamison honestly didn't know.
after what seemed like forever the male eventually managed to find a can of beans in the dumpster, and his rat-like face twisted into something of a manic grin as he let a few high-pitched and annoying giggles. finally! he found something he could eat. he didn't even register the expiration date on the can - after a while, seeing a expiration date didn't even matter anymore - bringing his teeth down to the thing as he bit at it. he wished he had a can opener, honestly. it hurt to open with his teeth.
but soon he had opened it. he didn't care if some of the juice fell on his chest as it popped open, and instead guzzled the whole thing down before chucking it aside.
then he started to rummage again.
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John didn't solidly fall into grunt or worm; he was too strong-willed to be a worm, but too measly and blood-shy to be a grunt. So he was more of a pseudo-grunt; useless in all ways except for catching food and entertaining the others.
But it meant he didn't endure the blatant torture the worms had to endure, which was fine enough with him. If it meant running around and acting macho every once in a while, he was fine with that; he could be cutthroat and scary, he just didn't want to be most of the time.
He was trotting through the streets, a bag slung over his shoulder with a few measly rodent bodies inside; he wasn't good at catching bigger stuff, so he tried to catch his small prey in bulk. He already had to share with Sel sometimes and keep himself from starving, so he was pretty protective over his food.
Still, noticing Jamie rummaging through the trash for food made him hesitate. He knew he should just keep walking, get home and cook up all this food and try to ignore the nagging thoughts in the back of his head that he was just gonna let someone starve out in the streets.
He took a deep breath and sighed; he didn't mind going hungry tonight, it wasn't a big deal. He'd just have to work harder tomorrow to make up for the loss of food.
"Catch." He said, before aiming to toss his bag containing a vole and two rabbits at Jamison. They weren't skinned and were completely uncooked, but he was pretty sure Jamison could figure it out.
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[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] the bag would bump him in the chest as he made a scramble to catch it, falling back against the dumpster as the heaviness of the thing made him sit. yeah, he knew that it wasn't all that healthy. but jamison barely had any fat in his body, let alone muscle. a strange grin would form on his rat-like face, amber eyes going huge. it looked as if he had just seen the literal best thing in his life. "thanks, mate!" he chirped, digging around in the bag and pulling out a rabbit. it was kinda scrawny, but a lot better than very old beans he supposed.
he would sling the thing over his shoulder, still eyeing john warily as he stood back up on his feet (or, well, foot and peg) even though he had accepted the offering, he was still anxious around others he didn't know. hell, he was anxious around everybody in this place. being a worm meant that he was open to any sort of torture, so he was basically the punching bag of the badlands. "ain't you that bloke that joined a while back? the butler guy?" his greasy and smoldering hair flopped to the side as he cocked his head, lifting a bushy blonde eyebrow as his metal fingers drummed over the bag nervously. the overall look of his was very silly and over the top; looking as if he was more of a cartoon character than an actual human. "th-that's pretty snazzy there, mate!" a grin would appear on his face, showing off yellowed and rat-like teeth. "ain't that mean your on my rank, though? ... yeah! yeah it does!"
puffing up his chest, he would approach the other, his towering height dwarfing the other's. raising his metal arm, he would sling it around john's shoulder, letting out a crooning squack that sounded as if it should come from a duck. "us two bloody idiots got to stick together, eh? don't want no suits turnin' us to a bloody pulp!" a cackle would bubble from his throat. "if you are a worm, though. if ya ain't, then don't hurt me, mate. i gots'ta to some crazy stuff to stay away from a beatin'! heheh..."
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It was disgusting. Absolutely filthy, the tall one--with bean juice down his front and dirt covering every inch, it made Mettaton shudder to imagine being him. He didn't bear much against the worm, personally--hell, he'd toss him a few carcasses now and again, or a can of fruit---Mettaton loved fruit when it could be found, but he despised oranges, so he could recall leaving one out--though he hadn't given it to Jamison personally, he was willing to bet it was that scraggly rat who'd found it.
It was the second man he came upon by the dumpster, who really ticked him off. He wasn't a worm--hadn't done anything to Blake, nothing to a bouncer--but in Mettaton's eyes, he was close enough. He'd sucked up, made himself a pet of Sel--the man loved Sel, for all her faults, much as he loved Blake, or any of the badlanders--but this one. He wormed his way into her world, and he didn't belong here--and ironic as that sentiment was, coming from the badlander who rarely spilled blood, who painted his lips and his nails and refused to walk in anything that didn't at least have two inches of heel--it was a sentiment that made Metta's lip curl at the sight.
Standing before the pair with a contemptuous glance, he had only paused to get a look at them. "Well. Rooting in the trash like pigs, now, are you? Shouldn't you be playing with your mistress?" His arms, lean but not sticks--were folded, and there was nothing but animosity in his glare.
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Sel knew better than to be completely terrible to the worms, lest they decide to gang up on her or something - she could hold her own well enough, but she wasn't delusional to think that there was no way she could ever be overwhelmed. So yes, she occasionally took pity and left food out for them much in a similar way Mettaton did. But she wasn't keen on her manservant fraternizing with them and giving out his food to anyone but her. He was there to make her life better, not the lives of the worms'.
Strolling up with a frown, she stood next to Mettaton and crossed her arms. The expression on her face when she looked at John said yes, shouldn't you be?
[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/25/17] 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
▪ Grunt of the Badlands
Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ 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
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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
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John twitched; Jamie's voice was.. Rather grating, to be honest. But hey, he didn't really care; he saved someone from starving to death in the cold tonight, that was good enough for him.
He nodded as Jamison asked if he was the "butler guy"; it wasn't the best title, but it was better then being called a manservant or whatever the fuck Sel proclaimed he was. He inched backwards as Jamie stood at his full height, and the idea that Jamie was going to beat the shit out of him crossed his mind. But instead, the worm slung his arm over his shoulders and started talking about them working together.
He could use allies, especially with Mettaton at his throat, but he wasn't a worm. Still, Jamie was kind of charming; in the way that John didn't want to see him get killed.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna try anything." He mumbled, still slightly nervous since the other man was a damned giant in comparison to him.
And then.. Mettaton came; John was ready to book it. It was late, they were in a secluded alleyway with no witnesses other then Jamie, and Mettaton looked ready to kick his ass. But he did just get a proclamation of loyalty from Jamie, so maybe he wouldn't die today.
"One, fuck off, two, shouldn't you be trying to charm your way under her covers right now?" John snarked back. He didn't notice Sel walking up beside Mettaton until the words had been spoken, and he paled slightly when he saw her.
"I refuse to regret having a heart." He snapped, slightly afraid that Sel and Mettaton were going to try to hurt him to teach him a lesson but still standing his ground. Besides, he had to keep the attention on him and not Jamie; he didn't want the poor worm to get hurt just because he tried to be nice.
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The words struck him with such force--he was so offended, he took a step back, his eyes wide and his brows dangerously furrowed. He looked furious--enough that he barely noticed Sel beside him. "Excuse me?! Under her--me?!" He was off guard enough that he wasn't really sure what to shoot back with--except that he had a knife, and his hand was on the hilt. The phrase had pissed him off enough that he'd think nothing of carving a scar into that bastard's back, and he wasn't entirely sure why it was so completely offensive to him. He did think Sel was great, after all--but it wasn't a bad thing! And when that rat said it, it felt slimy in his mouth.
Although, technically speaking, he supposed he didn't actually want anything to do with Sel, under the covers at least. He didn't really swing that way--well, maybe, but...?? No.
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[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] his amber eyes flicked back and forth from mettaton to john, and for a moment he did nothing. but soon he realized that he had been given food by this guy, and that basically meant that jamie would try and protect him from any danger that would arise. that was just how jamie was, whether he liked it or not.
so he puffed out his chest, letting his usually bright eyes darken as he stepped in front of the other and faced both mettaton and sel. "don't be so rude!" he said, letting a tiny growl slip as he placed his hands on his hips. "at least he has the heart to give someone food when they actually need it!"
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Mettaton's anger wasn't diminished by the little worm's outburst, and if anything--it made him angrier. He held up his knife, practically snarling at the (barely) taller man. "Oh? So I suppose I don't feed you, hm? Ungrateful twat, I swear--I'd gut the both of you here and now." His features were red, his feelings hurt, and his knife was itching to spill some blood. Granted, if he got so far as to actually slice 'n dice either of them, either Sel or his own guilt would make him pay for it later.
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