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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
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
From walking in earlier then the rest of them the girl had decided she'd just head upstairs, of course she was prepared for anything that could come at her currently. The teen as one edge as usual, but adrenaline flowed through her like a river, her green eyes vibrant and deadly. She was lethal there was no denying, you may be seeing a small girl, weak and frail but that is one big understatement for her. The girl scanned the area as she found a bed in a room that looked like it had been slept in recently, messy, and if it wasn't for someone being in the house the blankets would have been taken already guaranteed. Lifting up a blanket from the ground the girl didn't find a special hidden object of anything.
Tilting her head slightly she believed to have seen something glint in the sunlight come threw the window, and it was in a half shut drawer of the nightstand next to it. Bending down to open it she wasn't greeted very well by being grabbed by her hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, no one touches her hair, that was a big motherfucking no, no. She didn't care about someone being around her, but this bastard was pulling on her hair. The person had gripped her hair from her left side and they stood a bit to her left as well. With a quick action the girl held her baseball bat in hand in with a quick turn with the person still gripped onto her hair she guessed where the person head was. With the turn it gave the bat a bit more of acceleration, a bit more of a oomph to it. Aim slightly off as she hit the man in the neck but he stepped back quickly. Well he didn't step back more like he stumbled, coughing harder and harder every given second, suddenly to start coughing up blood. She held the baseball bat tight in hand as she looked at the now hunched over lean man. A little blood pool beginning to form as he soon dropped to his knees as she could tell he couldn't breath from being hit directly in the throat.
Walking up to the man she looked down at him as he progressively got lower to the ground. "I don't like it when strangers touch my hair." She could now see that the man's air passages hand collapsed from the violent hit to the throat. Taking the baseball bat one again she pressed it onto the mans back making him fall down completely as he kept spitting up blood. Lifting her skirt up to take out her butterfly knife out with a quick amount of speed, she flicked the knife open, before stabbing the man in the side of his throat pulling it out as quickly as it had gone in. It didn't take long for the man to stop breathing now.
But as this happened she could hear the commotion of Mettaton fighting someone. She'd figure that out what was going on in a bit, she needed to figure out what was in that drawer after all. Walking over the now dead man she pulled on the handle, pulling the drawer out enough to see the item hidden inside. There was a lighter (yes ma'am), a pack of cigarettes (hell yes), and two throwing knives, plus a random kitchen knife. It was worth it she thought, after all she needed more cigarettes, but she wasn't even done searching this room or the other rooms in the house, there was possibly others hidden in here some where.
[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]
Tilting her head slightly she believed to have seen something glint in the sunlight come threw the window, and it was in a half shut drawer of the nightstand next to it. Bending down to open it she wasn't greeted very well by being grabbed by her hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, no one touches her hair, that was a big motherfucking no, no. She didn't care about someone being around her, but this bastard was pulling on her hair. The person had gripped her hair from her left side and they stood a bit to her left as well. With a quick action the girl held her baseball bat in hand in with a quick turn with the person still gripped onto her hair she guessed where the person head was. With the turn it gave the bat a bit more of acceleration, a bit more of a oomph to it. Aim slightly off as she hit the man in the neck but he stepped back quickly. Well he didn't step back more like he stumbled, coughing harder and harder every given second, suddenly to start coughing up blood. She held the baseball bat tight in hand as she looked at the now hunched over lean man. A little blood pool beginning to form as he soon dropped to his knees as she could tell he couldn't breath from being hit directly in the throat.
Walking up to the man she looked down at him as he progressively got lower to the ground. "I don't like it when strangers touch my hair." She could now see that the man's air passages hand collapsed from the violent hit to the throat. Taking the baseball bat one again she pressed it onto the mans back making him fall down completely as he kept spitting up blood. Lifting her skirt up to take out her butterfly knife out with a quick amount of speed, she flicked the knife open, before stabbing the man in the side of his throat pulling it out as quickly as it had gone in. It didn't take long for the man to stop breathing now.
But as this happened she could hear the commotion of Mettaton fighting someone. She'd figure that out what was going on in a bit, she needed to figure out what was in that drawer after all. Walking over the now dead man she pulled on the handle, pulling the drawer out enough to see the item hidden inside. There was a lighter (yes ma'am), a pack of cigarettes (hell yes), and two throwing knives, plus a random kitchen knife. It was worth it she thought, after all she needed more cigarettes, but she wasn't even done searching this room or the other rooms in the house, there was possibly others hidden in here some where.
[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]