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A figurine slithered in the shadows like that of an adder, molten face paint smeared across her eyes allowed for a sense of ruthless exaggeration and intimidation that appeared as a sense of wilderness. Untamed. A tooth was drug over the flesh of her plush lips, the young woman's frigid silver spectacles followed the man as he traversed across Badlands territory. He was cute the first time around when she had spotted him, he was supposed to be gone and only now was it annoying. Besides, she was rather bored. Too bad, she rather liked him. In her right hand, the huntress clutched her machete, it's blood stained exterior glimmering against the delicacy of the smoldering sun over head, scar riddled anatomy visible along the roof top as she hopped from building to building with a sense of an assassinated ease.
Dark clothing melted within her surroundings to resemble camouflage, wolf pelt about her shoulder bristling against the breeze as she watched him flash his gun about. Real fucking great. Sure, he had a cool gun and a knife strapped to his chest, not like anyone else didn't have a gun and a few weapons stowed away. She had a fucking horse, too bad she didn't bring it, maybe she could have mowed him over faster that way.
However, she did admire his guts... And that gun of his.
Smirking, the woman tilted her vessel upon the edge of the roof, boots slipping within a puddle signaled her presence upon the roof as Romanova forcefully whipped her machete to her side, throwing knife in hand as she approached with hips swinging to kneel down before her muscles were coiled. The throwing knife within her hand tightened as she maneuvered her arm behind her head, and with a swift motion;[color=olive] it was flung from her stoney grasp as she attempted to throw it within his thigh. Next, she jumped. Aiming to leap upon the masculine's back to push him against the ground with the force of her fall.
[spoiler=tags 1/31]
[color=#AF6332]GENERAL  manipulative
Romanova Bane | “Ro, Romanâ€ÂÂ
She / her | Female | Bisexual | Grunt of Prey
21 | January 26th | ENTJ “The Commanderâ€ÂÂ
[color=#AF6332]INFORMATION  blunt
Manipulates with ease
Kills for pleasure & sport
Ashen face paint smeared over her features
Outstanding hunter
Inspired by "The 100"
APPEARANCE  sarcastic (fc)
Romanova, a huntress of many talents enveloped within the art of battle as the militant finds war a rather interesting prospect, mainly because she excels as the art of battle and defense and enjoys the calculation that it carries. The grunt is known for her calculation after all, as her analyzation and quick thinking allows for graceful manipulation and finds ease in lying. With a cold heart and ruthless stare, the young adult considers herself rather merciless, however, she can find fairness in the slightest of situations. Despite her harsh exterior and sharp-tongue, Romanova is actually quite kind. Amusement seeping into her dappend soul like sweet cocoa butter and sarcasm enveloping her tongue with nectar- it isn’t too hard to make friends. However, with intimidation, she tends to draw them away, because she does in fact, bite.
PERSONALITY  cold
The female is of Russian and Brazilian decent, allowing for her tanned skin to radiate like the warmth of summer sunshine, her lips plump and her skin as soft as webbed silk. Dirt is usually spotted upon her features from usual hunting excursions as do the scars that litter her body. However, don’t be fooled, the girl is no ray of sunshine. Romanova’s thick brown hair cascades down the small of her back, usually held in a rather messy manner. With dark brows framing her features, it allows Roman’s silver spectacles to come of brilliance from her feminine almond-eyed stare. Faint freckles outlining the apples of her cheeks and cross bridge of her nose coccoon her skin. Long legs pedestooling the warrior at a height of 5’5 allow for a lean body and defined muscles to make of note. The goddess is usually found wearing darker colors. Tight black pants worn with gun straps about both thighs allow for maneuverability as a wolf pelt drapes over the side of one shoulder for warmth. A warn furred parka worn just about all the time clings to her scarred skin paired with dark leather boots.
RELATIONSHIPS  direct
SINGLE | [ 0 ] crushes
npc x npc
INVENTORY  annoyed
x1 horse
x1 machete
x3 throwing knives
x1 canteen
x1 pack of matches
CONFRONTATION  humble
Extremely hard physically | Medium hard
Often shows mercy
Can power play peaceful or nonviolent actions
Message for plots
Attack in bold #AF6332
A figurine slithered in the shadows like that of an adder, molten face paint smeared across her eyes allowed for a sense of ruthless exaggeration and intimidation that appeared as a sense of wilderness. Untamed. A tooth was drug over the flesh of her plush lips, the young woman's frigid silver spectacles followed the man as he traversed across Badlands territory. He was cute the first time around when she had spotted him, he was supposed to be gone and only now was it annoying. Besides, she was rather bored. Too bad, she rather liked him. In her right hand, the huntress clutched her machete, it's blood stained exterior glimmering against the delicacy of the smoldering sun over head, scar riddled anatomy visible along the roof top as she hopped from building to building with a sense of an assassinated ease.
Dark clothing melted within her surroundings to resemble camouflage, wolf pelt about her shoulder bristling against the breeze as she watched him flash his gun about. Real fucking great. Sure, he had a cool gun and a knife strapped to his chest, not like anyone else didn't have a gun and a few weapons stowed away. She had a fucking horse, too bad she didn't bring it, maybe she could have mowed him over faster that way.
However, she did admire his guts... And that gun of his.
Smirking, the woman tilted her vessel upon the edge of the roof, boots slipping within a puddle signaled her presence upon the roof as Romanova forcefully whipped her machete to her side, throwing knife in hand as she approached with hips swinging to kneel down before her muscles were coiled. The throwing knife within her hand tightened as she maneuvered her arm behind her head, and with a swift motion;[color=olive] it was flung from her stoney grasp as she attempted to throw it within his thigh. Next, she jumped. Aiming to leap upon the masculine's back to push him against the ground with the force of her fall.
[spoiler=tags 1/31]
[color=#AF6332]GENERAL  manipulative
Romanova Bane | “Ro, Romanâ€ÂÂ
She / her | Female | Bisexual | Grunt of Prey
21 | January 26th | ENTJ “The Commanderâ€ÂÂ
[color=#AF6332]INFORMATION  blunt
Manipulates with ease
Kills for pleasure & sport
Ashen face paint smeared over her features
Outstanding hunter
Inspired by "The 100"
APPEARANCE  sarcastic (fc)
Romanova, a huntress of many talents enveloped within the art of battle as the militant finds war a rather interesting prospect, mainly because she excels as the art of battle and defense and enjoys the calculation that it carries. The grunt is known for her calculation after all, as her analyzation and quick thinking allows for graceful manipulation and finds ease in lying. With a cold heart and ruthless stare, the young adult considers herself rather merciless, however, she can find fairness in the slightest of situations. Despite her harsh exterior and sharp-tongue, Romanova is actually quite kind. Amusement seeping into her dappend soul like sweet cocoa butter and sarcasm enveloping her tongue with nectar- it isn’t too hard to make friends. However, with intimidation, she tends to draw them away, because she does in fact, bite.
PERSONALITY  cold
The female is of Russian and Brazilian decent, allowing for her tanned skin to radiate like the warmth of summer sunshine, her lips plump and her skin as soft as webbed silk. Dirt is usually spotted upon her features from usual hunting excursions as do the scars that litter her body. However, don’t be fooled, the girl is no ray of sunshine. Romanova’s thick brown hair cascades down the small of her back, usually held in a rather messy manner. With dark brows framing her features, it allows Roman’s silver spectacles to come of brilliance from her feminine almond-eyed stare. Faint freckles outlining the apples of her cheeks and cross bridge of her nose coccoon her skin. Long legs pedestooling the warrior at a height of 5’5 allow for a lean body and defined muscles to make of note. The goddess is usually found wearing darker colors. Tight black pants worn with gun straps about both thighs allow for maneuverability as a wolf pelt drapes over the side of one shoulder for warmth. A warn furred parka worn just about all the time clings to her scarred skin paired with dark leather boots.
RELATIONSHIPS  direct
SINGLE | [ 0 ] crushes
npc x npc
INVENTORY  annoyed
x1 horse
x1 machete
x3 throwing knives
x1 canteen
x1 pack of matches
CONFRONTATION  humble
Extremely hard physically | Medium hard
Often shows mercy
Can power play peaceful or nonviolent actions
Message for plots
Attack in bold #AF6332