YOU THINK MY BRUISED KNEES ARE SORT OF PRETTY [open, spin the bottle]
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Mettaton had a few pet peeves. Overall, he liked to be a happy person--but he was ticked off routinely by a few things.

One: John.

Two: Not being invited to parties.

Two squared: Not being invited to parties in his own home hosted by his best friend (entirely his own label, he had no clue what Sel thought and he didn't want to know) who was already drunk in his own home--

He was shocked to come into the house and see not only Sel wasted, but with Tati? And--and John? His eyes were wide and he'd already opened his mouth to yell when he saw the bottle--and Sylmae, who didn't deserve to hear him angry. He glared, feeling disappointed. "Well." He glared at them all--especially his intoxicated roomie, who probably couldn't care less. "I'm sure you weren't thinking you'd play a game of--spin the bottle?" His voice went up a notch as he realized it was one of his favorite games--then quickly back down because fuck them all--"Without me--hm?" He glanced at John and took a breath. He could get through this--he just really, really wanted to join in. "Do we have any alcohol left, Sel, darling--or did you down it all?" He didn't have much hope for a drink, himself.

It was only then that the other fellow caught his eye, sitting on the floor and..reading? "Dear, what on earth are you doing?" What an oddball.

[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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Re: YOU THINK MY BRUISED KNEES ARE SORT OF PRETTY [open, spin the bottle] - by Mᴇᴛᴛᴀᴛᴏɴ - 02-21-2017, 03:42 AM



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