02-27-2017, 09:17 AM
/ heelo, alloysius + cue short post
Offering food to a couple of starving children sounds exactly like something she'd do, no matter how cranky she acted about it. Though, if she were still part of her old group, she wouldn't go behind their backs. In fact, they would have most likely agreed to split their supplies, would have suggested it first. A bleeding heart she may be, but back then, she wasn't the only one, nor the one with the most to spill. Back then, she had a family. But they're gone now, each and every one of them, and there's no use dwelling in the past. The current faction she's allied with is far more bloodthirsty.
Bou left her backpack in a safe hiding spot, leaving room for her rifle on her back. Her gun remains holstered on her right thigh, her hand hovering close to it just in case. Don't everybody rush me at once. A snort escapes her before she can clamp down on it. He only seems to jinx himself; there are three of them now, watching him closely. Haris, she's unfamiliar with, and she silently curses the younger woman for giving out her name so freely. Sel, she knows, though not personally. The stranger's slightly shorter than her, wearing a bomber jacket with a name on it. Jordan. Is it part of his name, or is it just something he picked up for cold nights? The latter sounds more likely, but she'll have to wait for an answer to know for sure.
[spoiler=information  2017/02/27] pm main account to plot.
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 n/a.
general | pinterest board
 boudica mallory darling | "bou, gunny" | dislikes nicknames
 female | she/her pronouns | dyadic dmab | presents masc.
 demiromantic pansexual | has extremely high standards™
 about 32 years old | date of birth: september 15th [virgo]
 the badlands: grunt of war | prev. u.s.m.c. gunnery sergeant
important notes
 difficult to befriend; prefers to stay distant and aloof.
physical
 health: 80%-90%; decent condition | face/voice-claim: malese jow
 tall, fit, muscular. built for strength and endurance. 6'1 [1.86 m].
 mixed: english/italian father; chinese/native american mother.
 olive skin with light, sparse freckles, and chestnut brown eyes.
 dark brown hair with a reddish tinge. currently kept in crew cut.
 button nose, high cheekbones, defined jawline, athletic figure.
 simple black semper fi tattoo written across her shoulder blades.
 injuries: minor bruises and scrapes.
mental | good is not nice | good is not soft | deadpan snarker | the stoic
 health: 80%-90% | sleep-deprived, paranoid; in decent condition
 hufflepuff primary/hufflepuff secondary | neutral good | isxj-a
 aloof and asocial. keeps her personal life as private as possible.
 extremely critical of herself and of others. comes off as caustic.
 will grudgingly offer her assistance if other people require help.
 purposefully standoffish; tries not to become attached to others.
 usually follows the rules; won't hesitate to break them if needed.
 self-disciplined and self-controlled. calm and decisive in crises.
 perceptive, shrewd, opportunistic. quick to gauge chances, risks.
 reliable, trustworthy; will follow through with tasks and promises.
 authoritative, self-assured. a natural leader, and a good one, too.
 unwavering in her loyalty once it's earned. steadfast, iron-willed.
possessions | running low on ammo, medical supplies, and water
 a m40a5 sniper rifle, rarely used; and a beretta m9, seldom used.
 a camouflage assault backpack. a med kit. a ka-bar combat knife.
 a water canteen. a folded picture of her, her parents, and her siblings.
 dog tags worn around her neck; never taken off, even when sleeping.
 sensible, durable clothing; mostly well-worn + some form of damage.
 cargo pants, bomber jackets, combat boots. function over fashion.
relationships
 single | no crushes | no "maybe" crushes | prefers short-term flings
 1/? of the darling family | 1/? of the extended batfam [hardass aunt]
 npc x npc | gen 1 | middle child | immediate family presumed dead
interaction
 physically very hard | mentally hard | highly trained [former marine]
 prefers guns over hand-to-hand combat | ruthless, reliable, resilient
 may rarely start fights | will finish fights | may [seldom] show mercy
 won't sexually assault | will maim, torture, and kill when necessary
 highly skilled sniper | has basic medical skills; decent w/ minor shit
 nonviolent/peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
 • will most likely react aggressively.
 attack in BOLDED BLACK CAPITAL LETTERS.[/spoiler]
Offering food to a couple of starving children sounds exactly like something she'd do, no matter how cranky she acted about it. Though, if she were still part of her old group, she wouldn't go behind their backs. In fact, they would have most likely agreed to split their supplies, would have suggested it first. A bleeding heart she may be, but back then, she wasn't the only one, nor the one with the most to spill. Back then, she had a family. But they're gone now, each and every one of them, and there's no use dwelling in the past. The current faction she's allied with is far more bloodthirsty.
Bou left her backpack in a safe hiding spot, leaving room for her rifle on her back. Her gun remains holstered on her right thigh, her hand hovering close to it just in case. Don't everybody rush me at once. A snort escapes her before she can clamp down on it. He only seems to jinx himself; there are three of them now, watching him closely. Haris, she's unfamiliar with, and she silently curses the younger woman for giving out her name so freely. Sel, she knows, though not personally. The stranger's slightly shorter than her, wearing a bomber jacket with a name on it. Jordan. Is it part of his name, or is it just something he picked up for cold nights? The latter sounds more likely, but she'll have to wait for an answer to know for sure.
[spoiler=information  2017/02/27] pm main account to plot.
 all opinions + choices ic.
recent news
 n/a.
general | pinterest board
 boudica mallory darling | "bou, gunny" | dislikes nicknames
 female | she/her pronouns | dyadic dmab | presents masc.
 demiromantic pansexual | has extremely high standards™
 about 32 years old | date of birth: september 15th [virgo]
 the badlands: grunt of war | prev. u.s.m.c. gunnery sergeant
important notes
 difficult to befriend; prefers to stay distant and aloof.
physical
 health: 80%-90%; decent condition | face/voice-claim: malese jow
 tall, fit, muscular. built for strength and endurance. 6'1 [1.86 m].
 mixed: english/italian father; chinese/native american mother.
 olive skin with light, sparse freckles, and chestnut brown eyes.
 dark brown hair with a reddish tinge. currently kept in crew cut.
 button nose, high cheekbones, defined jawline, athletic figure.
 simple black semper fi tattoo written across her shoulder blades.
 injuries: minor bruises and scrapes.
mental | good is not nice | good is not soft | deadpan snarker | the stoic
 health: 80%-90% | sleep-deprived, paranoid; in decent condition
 hufflepuff primary/hufflepuff secondary | neutral good | isxj-a
 aloof and asocial. keeps her personal life as private as possible.
 extremely critical of herself and of others. comes off as caustic.
 will grudgingly offer her assistance if other people require help.
 purposefully standoffish; tries not to become attached to others.
 usually follows the rules; won't hesitate to break them if needed.
 self-disciplined and self-controlled. calm and decisive in crises.
 perceptive, shrewd, opportunistic. quick to gauge chances, risks.
 reliable, trustworthy; will follow through with tasks and promises.
 authoritative, self-assured. a natural leader, and a good one, too.
 unwavering in her loyalty once it's earned. steadfast, iron-willed.
possessions | running low on ammo, medical supplies, and water
 a m40a5 sniper rifle, rarely used; and a beretta m9, seldom used.
 a camouflage assault backpack. a med kit. a ka-bar combat knife.
 a water canteen. a folded picture of her, her parents, and her siblings.
 dog tags worn around her neck; never taken off, even when sleeping.
 sensible, durable clothing; mostly well-worn + some form of damage.
 cargo pants, bomber jackets, combat boots. function over fashion.
relationships
 single | no crushes | no "maybe" crushes | prefers short-term flings
 1/? of the darling family | 1/? of the extended batfam [hardass aunt]
 npc x npc | gen 1 | middle child | immediate family presumed dead
interaction
 physically very hard | mentally hard | highly trained [former marine]
 prefers guns over hand-to-hand combat | ruthless, reliable, resilient
 may rarely start fights | will finish fights | may [seldom] show mercy
 won't sexually assault | will maim, torture, and kill when necessary
 highly skilled sniper | has basic medical skills; decent w/ minor shit
 nonviolent/peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
 • will most likely react aggressively.
 attack in BOLDED BLACK CAPITAL LETTERS.[/spoiler]