Schooled Him -Open + Found A Puppy-

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Everyone seemed to be finding pets these days, or well, at least Metta had, and she knew there was someone else around here who had a pet, so Sylmae figured it was her turn to find a pet for herself. She was almost positive she needed a friend that wasn't a human because let's be honest, she wasn't too sure about the people here yet. A few of them were really nice, sweet, even, but she was still scared to get too close, not that many of them even seemed interested in getting close to anyone. This whole place just felt like an area where people came to live, knew of each other but didn't care for the others. She swallowed a little and shook her head at the thought, trying to relax a bit as she moved through the outskirts of the territory, following the sounds of animals. Sure, she could kill one or two and get something to eat but she wasn't in the mood for food. She was looking for a cute pet to call her own, even if it ended up being a little bunny, but what she found was much more beautiful than that.

The girl stumbled upon an adorable little wolf-husky hybrid, a cute little black and white critter with on amber eye and one green eye, unique, much like herself, she liked to think. She knelt down and crept towards the small critter slowly, watching the young puppy intently. She was probably about nine weeks old, just old enough to be away from her mother and Sylmae couldn't see her mother anywhere. She settled down and crossed her legs, making a soft clicking sound with her tongue as she got the scavenging pups attention. The little critter turned and looked at the woman who pulled a cracker out of her pack and held it out to the pup. There was contemplation on the hybrid's face as it stepped forward and gently took the cracker, eating it as it stared warily at the human.

She smiled lightly and moved forward, gently stroking the puppy's head, even though she could tell that it wasn't quite used to such a thing. Though she was getting there. Mae was happy to see that she was loosening up and she inched closer before she was pulling the little pup into her lap, rubbing her belly and smiling happily. The grin on her face was much larger than any she had ever displayed since showing up here and it was all thanks to the puppy.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
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GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
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RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
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PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
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PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
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EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
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INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[Iceinkling]

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Oculi shift from a cloak of shadow to reveal the uneasy face of Damien, the platinum hair seeming to glow from the dim-lit alley. The grunt seemed to just stand back and watch the female wander for a bit, she was the first - and most likely the only - person to show him any bit of kindness. He felt a bit more uneasy around her for that; her actions had caused Tatiana to be more angry and harsh and he didn't like that either. Of course what did he expect from this place? Rainbows and sunshine were the fairy-tales here. The somewhat short male ran his right hand up through his messy blonde locks and he slowly found a crate to climb onto and squad down - as if he planned to jump her.

He grabbed his bag off of his right shoulder and pulled it down in front of himself, being as quiet as possible he gathered his sketch book and pencils, he wanted to remember this scene. He was quite the artist and he enjoyed drawing scenes that seemed peaceful; and so far this was as peaceful as it was getting in The Badlands. He looked over at her every now and then to make sure every detail was almost a perfect match, then the husky-wolf hybrid, Damien of course, had a few issues trying to sketch the animal since it was moving often.

After so long he finished a black and gray style sketch and he exhaled before he placed his hand down on the crate and jumped down, knowing his cover was blown by his feet hitting the moist ground he exhaled nervously. "Hello..Slymae..Seems you've got a friend, yeah?" He murmured giving an uncertain smile while his eyebrows furrowed. "Planning to take the little fella in?" He said coming to stand a few feet from her and the pup, clutching his sketchbook to his chest.

"I..I hope you don't mind, you looked really peaceful." He whispered as he slowly loosened his grip and held it out towards her, it of course was closed and he had a faint flush on his face. "I sketched...you and the puppy." He whispers; his heart was racing, his instincts were telling him to flee. He was always such a coward no matter where he went. Damien looked down at his tattered high tops, his shirt still the bloodied tattered one he had shown up in.
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- I am the chosen one​
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
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RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
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PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
— Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
— Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
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PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
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CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
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[Sylmae Winzor]

Bumping this up]

[Giovanni]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border=0px;text-align:justify;width:375px;"]It had never occurred to him to him that the animals that inhibited this world could also be turned into pets. Sure, they were useful in their own right and offered quality companionship. But they also came along with a lot of responsibility. Such as feeding it, and up until this point finding enough food for himself was already difficult enough with his high metabolism. Giovanni walked past with a single brow raised in question, halting in mid step as he watched Sylmae play with the little puppy she had found. In his own experience, dogs were fickle creatures and something he generally tended to avoid. But he wondered why she seemed so keen on wanting to take a stray in from off of the streets. Taking a single step closer, but still maintaining a good amount of distance he spoke up as well. [color=black]Wouldn't taking it in mean using up more valuable resources though, or...is companionship worth all of that? He asked genuinely not trying to sound harsh or cold in any way.
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[spoiler=king of the fall - 1/21][size=8pt]GENERAL:
[color=#828284]✘ Giovanni | Pronounced: geo-von-nee | Cisgender male
✘ 19 years old
✘ Heterosexual/Heteroromantic | He/Him pronouns
✘ Ages in real time | December 30th
[color=black]IMPORTANT FACTS:
✘ Member of the badlands
✘ Loyal to individuals, not groups
✘ Has a light French accent
✘ Weapon(s): trench knife set, pistol
✘ Faceclaim: Ian Somerhalder
RECENT EVENTS:
✘ Joined the badlands
PHYSICAL:
✘ HUMAN [MAIN/BIRTH] | HEALTH: 95%
— 5'10 in height and 156 lbs
— Well muscled athletic build
— Smoky pale blue eyes and short dark brown hair
— Typically wears a black leather jacket
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: light scratches and typical bruising
PERSONALITY:
✘ Personality type: ENTJ
✘ extrovert | courteous | cynical | rebel | introspective | reserved
✘ dedicated | paranoid | competitive | proud | scornful | vindictive
— ALL OPINIONS ARE IC
RELATIONSHIPS:
✘ Single | No crushes, although unintentionally looking | Dating nobody
✘ Npc x Npc | Gen 01
INTERACTION:
✘ Mentally: medium | Physically: difficult
✘ Skilled in Silat martial arts and knife play
✘ Will start fights | Will end fights | Will kill
✘ Attack in Greygoose
✘ Can powerplay peaceful/nonviolent actions
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae had been so distracted by the puppy that she hadn't even noticed there was someone hanging in the shadows, staring at her, watching her. Or well, in his case, sketching her and she huffed lightly when she male stepped out and spoke to her. She had really been hoping she was going to have the day to herself, but if it was Damien here to ruin her peace, that was alright. He wasn't a bad guy, someone she could at least trust not to try and steal and feed on her poor little puppy. She lifted her gaze and looked up at the male as he showed himself and a ghost of a smile painted her pretty face as she let her eyes shift over the pretty sketch he had done. She was flattered, actually, that someone had decided she was worthy enough to be sketched and she might have even blushed a little bit, if she wasn't so distracted by the cute little animal wiggling around in her lap, chewing on her slender fingers. She had never had a pet of her own and honestly, this made happiness swell in her chest.

"It's a pretty sketch, though I do believe it would look better if it was just the puppy.." Mae glanced down at the little creature and pulled her finger from the female's mouth and booped her little nose. She was so cute, it was hard to imagine that anything looked good beside her. In her head, the gears were turning, and she was doing her best to figure out something that would be a pretty good name for her. She couldn't really think of anything, at this moment, but she was so pretty, Mae didn't think it would matter. She was answering his questions all out of order but she was so transfixed on the animal that she had heard it all in a jumble. "And yes.. Uhm.. I'll be keeping her, for sure." She gave a small nod of her head as if to confirm such a thing and then she stood up with ease, the small critter cradled in her arms as she turned to see Giovanni joining the small group that was forming.

She recognized him from his joining, she had been there, as well as Tatiana, like the girl had been there for Damien's joining, too. She never seemed to not hang around, hm? Mae shrugged a bit as Gio began to speak and she looked down at the pup. "She might use up a bit more resources but that's okay with me. I'm sure she'd also be quite good at hunting animals herself if she decided to. I do think I'd enjoy having her around.." Slowly growing overwhelmed with the more she had to talk, Mae felt her cheeks actually turning red and she swallowed hard, glancing between the two men who were now gathered near her and she chewed on her bottom lip, her arms tightening a little around the pup as if the black and white fluff ball would actually help her survive this awkward situation. Social confrontation was obviously not her thing but she was trying very hard to be okay with this. Though it did appear she was failing.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
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GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
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RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
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PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"] Didn't you eat dogs, wasn't that their purpose? Even as a child nobody protested eating a dog or even defending it. Especially when there was children who could thrive on that dogs meat. He saw it as a little selfish even if all she wanted was some companionship. There was more important things, like keeping the next generation alive. Still, dogs were very adorable animals so it wasn't all that surprising someone would want one. It was just weird. Unfamiliar, really.  You ate animals, that's what made the most sense. Not cuddling with it and deciding that feeding it was smart. That's why you had kids, right? No. No, that was a completely different situation. God he didn't know a thing about girls.

Johnny didn't want to stay long, there was already two boys next to her. He imagined it wouldn't be too comfortable being a girl with three guys harboring weapons around her. Not only that, but she looked nervous, or scared, or something weird like that. Which was a little understandable. What was it called, social anxiety? Maybe. His mom had always said he had that just not for the same reason as other kids. Something about him being stupid and funny in the head. Whatever.

The huge, intimidating man sat back from the group, rifle at his side. He should have just kept going and ignored the situation. Oh, he still could. Just walk away. "It's really small, huh?" he cringed at how timid his voice sounded, "I doubt it will need a lot of food, since it's still a baby."

// Johnny being an unintentional creep

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley

INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
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"Oh, darling--what a gorgeous animal!" A melodious voice crowed, as the man bearing it strode in with his heavily-lidded eyes sparkling with curiosity. "A pup--does he have a name, the sweet thing?" Mettaton threw a glance over the others in the area--most of them new faces to him, so he rightly gave them the once-over, painted lips pursing a bit. The small, tow-headed blonde--quite small, androgynous and frankly, beautiful, though they seemed far too shy. Another--oh, look, it was that...French fellow. Hm. Mettaton didn't know much about him.

There was a much larger man behind the others, and Mettaton gave him a bit of a smile, almost more curious of him than the puppy. "Just a baby--yes, if you need to feed him, I'm sure I could help you find something," He offered.

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[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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[Iceinkling]

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This is where Damien grew even more awkward, the numbers were growing, all male too. He felt somewhat intimidated, he glanced back to the girl and smiled reassuringly. "D-don't worry, you are just fine in the picture, both are nice to see." He said as he tore the paper from his sketchbook and placed it down beside her. He leaned back against the crate he as once standing on, his eyes shifting slowly to gaze to the others; all new to him. He let his eyes come to rest on the new voice; his cheeks flushed for a moment before he shook his head.

"Seems theres a crowd." He said half to himself, he gathered his bag and pulled it over his shoulder, he took a cautious step forward to lean down and run his fingers over the pup's head. "If you need a scavenger buddy, i'd be more than happy to look for anything that could be edible for this little fella." He said before leaning back away and turning towards the others, his heart racing as he began to walk towards the more cheerily male and slowly slipping past him, gray-lit hues locked on the ground. Last thing he needed was to be more shy and awkward around other members, he was still new after all. His platinum hair still in the messy style. "See you around, Slymae!" He called over his shoulder.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one​
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
​
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
— Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
— Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
​
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae blinked as more and more people gathered around her, or at least it felt like more people. Two more men. At least one she was very fond of at the moment, Metta. She looked over towards Johnny and she nodded a little bit as she felt the puppy stretch up and nuzzle into her neck. Her cheeks flushed a dark red and she pulled the pup up closer as she did her best to relax. "She is little, yeah... So little and so cute.." She breathed and closed her eyes as she breathed in the comforting smell of wilderness and perhaps a little rain. It was so soothing for her because it reminded her of where she came from. "I'm.. pretty sure I have enough to feed her.." She wasn't entirely positive that she had enough, but she was always willing to spare some of her rations for the adorable little cutie that curled in her arms and made cute snuffling sounds as she sniffed at the brown locks that tumbled down Mae's shoulder.

And then Metta and she smiled at him. "I uhm.. Well.. Haven't decided on a name for her yet but I think I kind of like.. Onyxia.." Mae pondered over the name in her head and then she nodded a bit. That sounded like a great name for the little ebony and ivory beauty and she knew that it was quite fitting. She couldn't  think of anything better. Sylmae moved the puppy in her hands and held her lion king style - just not over her head - and the little wolf hybrid gave an adorable howl before her jaws fell open and her little pink tongue flopped out as she panted. "She's perfect." There was obvious wonder and happiness in Sylmae's eyes as she acknowledged the pup and she couldn't wait to start her life with Onyxia.

Back to Damien her eyes floated as she re-cradled the pup in her arms and watched him quietly begin his retreat. This was a rather awkward situation and she felt bad for him having been chased off by the number of people flowing in. But at least he got to run away when she wanted to but couldn't. She wasn't good at dealing with large crowds either and she wanted to turn tail and run, too but she was the center of attention here, it would look bad if she just fled. He at least gave the pup a little love before backing up. "I mean, we could go as a group, you, me and Metta." She said and glanced over towards Metta, offering him a soft smile before she looked back towards Damien. She grew a little sad as she watched him continue to pull away and she nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, see you around!" Was all she could manage to yell after him. She'd have asked him to stay but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable or anything of the like.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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