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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
It wasn't too much of a thing she was doing. Being a Warchief she didn't want to just sit here. That was what the girl was like, impatient and constantly shooting for her goals. Ambitious and a threat to others who think of her not to be worthy. She wasn't your everyday, seventeen year old girl, she didn't think about boys constantly, and she didn't think about what she'd wear the next day, she was a fighter. Tatiana one of the most independent teenagers you'll ever meet, and she has been from day that her mother left her in the Badlands. The most dangerous places you could be, but everywhere around her is seemingly dangerous, it doesn't matter where you had ended up to get here. Full of killers and bad kids. And she wouldn't leave this place, even if she was given the chance, it was just part of her, it fit her personality well and she knew that for sure.
Stretching out her arms the girl rolled her ankle to stretch them out, she didn't want to sprain them or anything, that would suck ass if she had ended up doing that. A sign of breaking something or a sprain shows weakness, shows that you aren't at your full potential, but still weakness. Of some sort after all, and she didn't have that fucking time, or the availability to be showing weakness at all. She was already thought by some grunts that she shouldn't be higher then them, due to her age of fucking course. But she guessed she better just show them why she was a Warchief.
She supposed that everyone was decent fighters, but if they where going to be doing raids soon they better be prepared for something like this. She wouldn't be fucking humiliated by anyone, and damn anyone who thinks Tatiana well her be humiliated either. Afterall Tat wanted to show Blake why she made her a Warchief, and she wouldn't be a mistake that is for damn sure. "Hey! Any Grunts of War, get your damn asses over here, now." The girl yell out as she stood with her arms crossed. She wore her usual attire, a solid top, a skirt short but not to short, today some ripped tights, and her combat boots, don't forget her leather jacket either though.
But she didn't want to wait too long, any scragglers can deal with it, they'll just have to be not so knowledged in skills. Sure these people where already somewhat decent at raiding and things, pillagers after all was the group. They where reckless, she knew that first hand. After all she could be a bit reckless as well.
[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]
Stretching out her arms the girl rolled her ankle to stretch them out, she didn't want to sprain them or anything, that would suck ass if she had ended up doing that. A sign of breaking something or a sprain shows weakness, shows that you aren't at your full potential, but still weakness. Of some sort after all, and she didn't have that fucking time, or the availability to be showing weakness at all. She was already thought by some grunts that she shouldn't be higher then them, due to her age of fucking course. But she guessed she better just show them why she was a Warchief.
She supposed that everyone was decent fighters, but if they where going to be doing raids soon they better be prepared for something like this. She wouldn't be fucking humiliated by anyone, and damn anyone who thinks Tatiana well her be humiliated either. Afterall Tat wanted to show Blake why she made her a Warchief, and she wouldn't be a mistake that is for damn sure. "Hey! Any Grunts of War, get your damn asses over here, now." The girl yell out as she stood with her arms crossed. She wore her usual attire, a solid top, a skirt short but not to short, today some ripped tights, and her combat boots, don't forget her leather jacket either though.
But she didn't want to wait too long, any scragglers can deal with it, they'll just have to be not so knowledged in skills. Sure these people where already somewhat decent at raiding and things, pillagers after all was the group. They where reckless, she knew that first hand. After all she could be a bit reckless as well.
[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]