SOMETHING MEATY FOR THE MAIN COURSE, THAT'S A FINE-LOOKING HIGH HORSE //joining

[Darky]

//sshh its fine!!

If one were looking for an escape, the Badlands could be considered one; a bloody one, a brutal one, a horrible one. John hated it here, but he had his reasons for staying in this place. He tried to warn off any wanderers he saw from staying here, but his attempts were universally unsuccessful; he didn't care that much. If they wanted to stay here, they could stay here. He wouldn't give a shit when they were butchered and served up to the boss like a dog.

He saw someone, obviously afraid and sneaking around the border. She was fiddling with a pack; perhaps grabbing a weapon? It didn't look like she was heavily armed, so that was good he supposed.

The man approached, his spear strapped to his back above his cloak. His cloak was an interesting thing; made out of a cougar's pelt, but maintained so it'd never rot. It was decent enough, and he quite liked it.

"Hey, what're you doing around here?" John asked, his voice cold but not necessarily mean; simply lacking in any telling emotions.

[Sel]

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sel

//you're fine shoosh, welcome to the Badlands

She wasn't inclined to admit it, but the Badlands was an escape for her too. It was more of an emotional thing for her, though, since she'd just returned from visiting the very people she'd left - her family. After what happened with her sisters, she couldn't stay. She needed to get away from everyone and... she didn't know. Forgive herself maybe? It wasn't even her fault that Lessa did that or that Isabel had been inside. She couldn't help but feel that she should have been able to stop everything, though.

Sel was probably one of the friendlier faces you could encounter in the Badlands, though she wasn't all nice. After all, she called the man she strolled up behind - John - her manservant. Halting next to the Grunt of Prey, she cocked her head to the side. "What he said."

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/29/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

Personality:
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive

Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349

Links:
— Bio v.1
— Plot v.1
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[Haris Dimitriou]

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.—&* Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae had seen so few other women who seemed.. okay, that this one almost seemed like a fairy tale to her. The others here, they scared her, intimidated her, but she felt like maybe this girl, Haris was it? - might be different. Sylmae moved forward, feet silent on the ground as she stopped a good distance away from the other two Badlanders and she offered the female a very sheepish but polite smile. She wasn't so good with confrontation but she was trying to get better at this whole communication thing and the only way to do that was to be out there. Sylmae shifted her hand off of her katana and she waved politely to Haris. "Nice to meet you, uhm.. I'm Sylmae.." Her words weren't so sure, either of who she was or what she was saying, it was hard to tell as her cheeks turned red. She was, perhaps, a little too nervous to ever be allowed out in public again.

She shifted her feet a little, hoping to form a more relaxed stance, but she still felt so rigid and guarded. She really hoped the new girl didn't yell at her because she couldn't take much more pressure.

[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
[/spoiler]
[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE

[Haris Dimitriou]

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[i].—&* Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

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[Darky]

Company, oh joy; Sylmae was decent enough, but Sel got on his nerves more often then not. Whatever, he couldn't really complain; he was stuck with her for the moment. Wouldn't stop him from doing his job though.

"Alright, Haris, welcome to the Badlands. " John said, trying to keep any lingering disappointment out of his voice; she seemed nice, he would hate to see her get ripped apart like so many others. Maybe her and Sylmae would become friends and protect eachother, they both seemed to need that with their mentalities.

"I'm John, but most people call me Whiskers. Keeps people from confusing me with Johnny." He explained as he silently studied her; she looked like she could use a good meal and some clean water. She wasn't critically injured at least, but in her state it could happen easily.

"I, ah, have plenty of water from the recent rainfall stored back in my apartment. I wouldn't mind sharing." John offered awkwardly, ready for being rejected. Being nice wasn't exactly something that got you brownie points; he still had the bruises from Metta beating the shit out of him when he stood up for a worm.

[TATIANA]

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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

track, hello tat is gonna think she's fucking bae af

[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]

[Haris Dimitriou]

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[i].—&* Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

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[Sel]

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sel

Ah, another joiner. Sel relaxed a bit, taking in Haris with a tilt of her head. She'd get eaten alive here if she really was all small and sweet like she was acting, but it could just be a facade. Sel knew a thing or two about facades and leading people to believe one thing that wasn't true. She always reveled in their reactions to the reveal. "Welcome to the Badlands then, dearie." She practically purred. "My name is Sel, I'm one of the Warchiefs. Which are you better at, hunting or fighting?" Might as well start getting a read on the newbie and find out where she'd be fitting in - if she'd more or less be Tat's and her responsibility or Sel's roommate, Mettaton's. "It seems Whiskers is taking care of the hospitality part of this, but should you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come to me."

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/29/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

Personality:
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive

Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349

Links:
— Bio v.1
— Plot v.1
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[Haris Dimitriou]

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[i].—&* Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

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