02-01-2017, 04:35 AM
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Sylmae wasn't entirely sure what had brought her here in the first place. She had spent days out in the wild all on her own every since the devastation, but one did tend to grow lonely after a while. She only kept sane by talking to random passersby who weren't out to kill her or loot from her stuff, made a few friends and then she moved on. She found the idea of settling down in one place a lot harder than most did, because it was hard to trust people these days. She had been attacked a number of times, this last time being the reason she had taken to finding somewhere to settle. The knife would in her side was more than a little painful and didn't allow for easy travel and she didn't want to make any risk of infection worse. Sighing softly, the young woman glanced down to her side, crudely wrapped in bandages, blood starting to spot on the sides of it as it had grown a bit old. "I should have been more careful." She whispered softly as she lowered her hand to protectively cover her wound as her eyes fixated on the lands she had heard called the Badlands.
Was it safe to say that she was terrified to be joining someplace new? Yes, but she was open to the idea of trying, even if it meant that she might end up hurt. She needed to stay safe, at least until she was healed. If she didn't find the place suitable, then perhaps she could leave and find a new place to stay, or live on her own once more, on the run. Always moving. She never seemed to stop, not even for a moment, but it appeared that life style had not been friendly to her. She lowered herself to the ground and grossed her legs, pulling her pack into her lap as she pulled out a few things. A can or two of food and some simple yet slightly rusty knives. Her katana still remained strapped to her back but the rest was a peace offering, something that she hoped would allow the lot of them to see that she came in peace, meant no harm. She wasn't much for the way of guns, and she never did have a knack for even finding ammunition for such a thing, but one magazine, half empty, lay among the knives she was offering, no gun to match. Perhaps someone here would have something to fit with it.
Tucking her pack as close to her body as she could without causing her pain, the brunette lowered her gaze to the ground and simply waited for the sound of foot steps, or a voice. Perhaps, if it took them long enough, she'd fall asleep on the border, though she hoped that wasn't something that would happen.
[spoiler=tags(not currently filled out/working on)]
[size=7pt]GENERAL:
name  ♂  romantic + sexual orientation
Mentally: 00 months  Physically: 00 months
½ of prominent ship  title/location
RELATIONSHIPS:
status  sexual interest: #  romantic interest: #
parent x parent  gen ?
PHYSICAL:
physical appearance here
other bodies:
health 00%
PERSONALITY:
personality here
• developing traits:
CONFRONTATION:
• hard/medium/soft mentally  hard/medium/soft physically
• starts/prevents/negotiates fights  ends fight quickly/leisurely/till won
• speech in COLOR and bolded on mobile
• Attack in COLOR
• Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.[/spoiler]
Sylmae wasn't entirely sure what had brought her here in the first place. She had spent days out in the wild all on her own every since the devastation, but one did tend to grow lonely after a while. She only kept sane by talking to random passersby who weren't out to kill her or loot from her stuff, made a few friends and then she moved on. She found the idea of settling down in one place a lot harder than most did, because it was hard to trust people these days. She had been attacked a number of times, this last time being the reason she had taken to finding somewhere to settle. The knife would in her side was more than a little painful and didn't allow for easy travel and she didn't want to make any risk of infection worse. Sighing softly, the young woman glanced down to her side, crudely wrapped in bandages, blood starting to spot on the sides of it as it had grown a bit old. "I should have been more careful." She whispered softly as she lowered her hand to protectively cover her wound as her eyes fixated on the lands she had heard called the Badlands.
Was it safe to say that she was terrified to be joining someplace new? Yes, but she was open to the idea of trying, even if it meant that she might end up hurt. She needed to stay safe, at least until she was healed. If she didn't find the place suitable, then perhaps she could leave and find a new place to stay, or live on her own once more, on the run. Always moving. She never seemed to stop, not even for a moment, but it appeared that life style had not been friendly to her. She lowered herself to the ground and grossed her legs, pulling her pack into her lap as she pulled out a few things. A can or two of food and some simple yet slightly rusty knives. Her katana still remained strapped to her back but the rest was a peace offering, something that she hoped would allow the lot of them to see that she came in peace, meant no harm. She wasn't much for the way of guns, and she never did have a knack for even finding ammunition for such a thing, but one magazine, half empty, lay among the knives she was offering, no gun to match. Perhaps someone here would have something to fit with it.
Tucking her pack as close to her body as she could without causing her pain, the brunette lowered her gaze to the ground and simply waited for the sound of foot steps, or a voice. Perhaps, if it took them long enough, she'd fall asleep on the border, though she hoped that wasn't something that would happen.
[spoiler=tags(not currently filled out/working on)]
[size=7pt]GENERAL:
name  ♂  romantic + sexual orientation
Mentally: 00 months  Physically: 00 months
½ of prominent ship  title/location
RELATIONSHIPS:
status  sexual interest: #  romantic interest: #
parent x parent  gen ?
PHYSICAL:
physical appearance here
other bodies:
health 00%
PERSONALITY:
personality here
• developing traits:
CONFRONTATION:
• hard/medium/soft mentally  hard/medium/soft physically
• starts/prevents/negotiates fights  ends fight quickly/leisurely/till won
• speech in COLOR and bolded on mobile
• Attack in COLOR
• Can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions.[/spoiler]