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[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

"Oh, Tatiana--do we have to start with this--what if we just got right into fighting?"  That's not what she wanted for a fucking answer, she didn't ask for whining now did she? She liked Mettaton but she didn't need this right now.  "Mettaton, I'm pretty sure whining isn't a fucking Meele weapon, think again hun."  She spoke her green optics sharp and deadly, her usual friendliness towards some of these people weren't very high, she was a fighter, she was serious, and she didn't fucking need to deal with this bullshit.  Crossing her arms she waited for some sort of answer too her most simplistic question.  After all how the hell was she suppose to teach them how to fight if they knew nothing about weapons.  You need to know weapons first, then you need to learn how to use a weapon, you need to master that weapon, and finally you can start doing things with that weapon.  BUT till you learn what the hell that weapon is first.

"Umm...a baseball bat could be considered a melee weapon. So would my trench knives."  Turning to look at the person who spoke, god she could hug him for just fucking answering her question.  Was it really that hard to answer, no.  Smiling at Giovanni she didn't even care for the dude, but he answered her fucking question.  "Oh my fucking god, someone knows the answer to my simplistic question!"  Tat spoke as she looked at the rest of them with a glare.  "You are correct, a baseball bat as well as trench knives are considered Melee Weapons, thank you Giovanni for not being a fucking moron, I'll make sure for a week you don't end up dead." 

"The best thing that we have here in this world is our hand-to-hand combat, if you can snipe someone good job, but you just wasted a bullet if you fucking missed.  But the thing with melee weapons is that you are able to make one out of anything.  Find a hammer, you use that to defend yourself, you found a metal pole, go ham with that.  Anything can be a weapon as long as you can see that."  She knew this for a fact, she broke a glass bottle and stabbed it into someone's chest, anything can be a weapon.  Sharp pencil, stab it into someone's eye, brick near-by that you can lift up, slam it against that actors skull.  The way that you become resourceful can be the means of you living or you dying. 

Looking at them her gaze was sharp.  The girl walked over to her backpack which was in a step of her reach as she pulled out a baseball bat, and lifted her skirt slightly to pull out a simple switchblade knife.  "Sylmae, I want you to take this baseball bat, and Giovanni I want you take this switchblade."  With a smile the girl looked at the two as she waited for them to take the weapons, until they finally did.  "Now Giovanni I want you too demonstrate how you would handle a first move if Sylmae was threatening you."  Usually when being trained the teacher would show you an example of how to fight, but Tatiana didn't know the skill of them, so taking one person and finding where they lacked she could estimate the lack of the others as well.  Then she could teach an example to show a way to make a successful attack.

[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]

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Mettaton froze, staring at Tatiana with such shocked indignation--his cheeks had turned a bit pink and his brows were comically arched. "I--excuse me--" He sputtered a bit, but other answers distracted Tatiana and she answered them as the tall headhunter began to stew. Well, fine, then. He folded his arms, pouting. "Don't kill anyone--" He called out towards the two who were about to fight, and he sighed a bit melodramatically.

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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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[Sylmae Winzor]

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The slender female looked over at Tat and then she took the bat, giving it a small twirl in her hand as she turned to look at Giovanni, her chocolate eyes darkening only a little as she slid one foot back into a simple fighting stance, the back swinging loosely in her hand. Perhaps she wanted him to believe that she wasn't going to hurt him, and really, if she did hurt him, it wasn't meant to be on purpose. She was just doing her best to show everyone that she wasn't entirely helpless. Which would really be hard considering her inability to communicate without the use of the word 'uhm' every ten seconds. The right corner of her lips turned up as she twirled the back once more and lifted it up, letting it rest across her shoulders as a perfect arm rest and then she looked over towards Metta, who seemed the most worried about this situation. Some part of her highly trusted that Giovanni wouldn't hurt her, he didn't seem like the kind of guy, and that made her happy. She offered Metta a smile in response to his plea to not kill anyone and then she looked back towards Giovanni and waited for him to take his weapon and get ready to protect himself.

//Lame post is lame

[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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[Giovanni]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border=0px;text-align:justify;width:375px;"][size=8pt]So he had a weeks worth of protection simply for answering a question correctly? Sounded good to him and he certainly was not complaining. A light grin touched his lips as he sat up straighter, watching the brief interactions between both Tatiana and Mettaton before the warchief focused on him more pointedly again. His brown furrowed a bit as she laid down the scenario he was supposed to follow through with. His gaze dropped down toward the puny switchblade he had to protect himself with and then glanced over at Sylmae as she twirled her bat. A heavy sigh exited his nostrils as he wordlessly extended his hand to grab the blade, shuffling his feet to get into a better stance. His mind reeled with endless possibilities of how this could have worked, especially with the bat having way more reach than his simple knife. But if anything he knew that in all knife fights, close distance was a must. Of course he wouldn't try to hurt her but he would definitely follow through with his moves and stop short before any damage could be done. Taking a step forward Giovanni lunged, thrusting the blade forward with his arm outstretched in the direction of Sylmae's dominant arm holding the bat, though he refrained from stabbing her. It took two arms to effectively swing a bat. But if the tendons of an arm were damaged then it crippled proper usage of the weapon.
[align=center][size=8pt]✘ - Giovanni - ✘
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[size=8pt][spoiler=king of the fall - 1/21][size=8pt][color=black]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 saw the knife coming at her and she shifted her stance, pushing her left arm up and taking the slice of the blade across her left forearm as her eyes narrowed a bit. The female barely even flinched, though she'd be feeling that pain later on. Truth be told, she was hoping that her wound would cause him to falter, perhaps make him an easier target if he was too busy being worried about the fact that he had just hurt her. But perhaps he didn't care so much for her that something like a little blood would cause him to stop the fight. Sylmae slid forward and grabbed the bat in both hands like a battering ram and then she twisted her small body and aimed to nail him right in the ribs with the base of the bat. She really hoped that he was quick enough to dodge it because she honestly didn't want to hurt him, not at all. She didn't want to even flick him, for crying out loud! He was her friend and she was not okay with the idea of hurting her friends.

//wow museless

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

[Giovanni]

[align=center][div style="background-color:;border=0px;text-align:justify;width:375px;"][size=8pt]His expression shifted, wearing a look of complete surprise. He never would have thought that she would actually step into the path of the blade. It wasn't his intention to hurt her, in fact he had been trying to avoid it altogether. Spotting the trickle of blood made his chest tighten with guilt, which unfortunately for him gave Sylmae enough time to follow up with a counter attack. Noticing her movements too late he watched as her body pivoted, swinging the bat to connect painfully with his ribs. Giovanni's teeth clenched together as he prevented an agonizing shout to escape. Instead all that could be heard was a harsh grunt and his now watery eyes narrowed dangerously as a fierce pain rippled up his side. Out of both anger and reflex he smacked the edge of the bat that was still touching his side away. With his free arm he lifted his shirt to look at the deep purplish bruise that was already beginning to set in, but underneath there was a small hairline crack in his rib.

A soft curse fell from his lips as he gripped his injured side, reducing his breaths to shorter ones. How had he just let that happen? Well, of couse he knew how. But he blamed himself for being distracted and now he had gotten hurt because of it. His grip on the switchblade tightened as he looked back towards Sylmae, dropping his arm back towards his side. He didn't know what to think at the moment, but every fiber of his being was convinced that she had meant to hit him on purpose. No doubt Tatiana would have plenty to say about how he had just completely messed up. And all before he could even show the true potential he really had. He wasn't sure what hurt more at the moment, his pride or his body.
[align=center][size=8pt]✘ - Giovanni - ✘
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[size=8pt][spoiler=king of the fall - 1/21][size=8pt][color=black]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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[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]Johnny looked like a formidable opponent, and if he really applied himself he'd probably make a stellar fighter, but he had no interest in it. If anyone was to be honest it was a waste, he was tall and naturally muscular, had incredible strength. He was simply meant for fighting. Well, physically anyway. If his body matched his brain he'd be a scrawny, sad boy. That what made him different from real fighters, the blocked wall of empathy. Who knew if that was a good think, hell, sometimes he wished he could just turn his brain off. He couldn't, obviously so he'd never be good enough anyway.

Still, it was pathetic that Giovanni couldn't avoid a half assed bat aimed for his ribs. Even he could tell it was embarrassing. Sylmae was sweet, but she was also tiny. Which had it's benefits of course, but being small, especially skinny, didn't equate power. Especially when she wasn't actually aiming for a finishing blow. "I'll take his place," he offered briskly, kind of excited at the idea. Even if he got butchered at least he learned something, right? And the guy was pretty badly wounded as it was.

// if thats okay haha

[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

Tatiana wanted them to tear each other apart, but of course they wouldn't because 'we are friends, and poor me, I can't even bare to hurt my friend'.  Oh boo fuck hoo, that didn't give Tatiana much of care.  Hearing Mettaton tell them not to kill each other made the girls smirk turn into a flat line, her arms crossed and her eyes set in a sly look.  Seeing Giovanni finally take his weapon, she could tell he knew some what about this situation not being to his favor.  Sylmae has a baseball bat, it has a farther reach then a knife, meaning that he is either gonna have to get really close or throw it.  But back to having friends, these two would rather not hurt each other, pathetic of how it seems.  To be honest they should live in St. Peters, you know where the pathetic scum come from.

Seeing Giovanni attack was fun, he aimed for her arm.  An interesting strategy, if it was Tatiana she would've waited for Sylmae to attack (what a joke) and aim to slice the uncovered torso.  But then again Giovanni seemingly tried to show off his offensive attack then a defensive one.  It connected with Sylmae's arm, but she had a look on her face that she purely meant to do so.  And Tatiana understood why.  If the two of them are 'friends' and aren't intending to harm one another at all, and one on accident hurts the other, the one who did the attack will feel guilty.  Guilt leads to clumsiness and also leaves a weakness open.  That is another reason you shouldn't really have 'friends'.  Tatiana had friends but she would kill them in a heart beat if they attacked her, she wasn't a nice bitch, and she wouldn't be killed easily either. 

Looking at Giovanni's expression of surprise it seems that Sylmae's strategy was going well to plan.  But what will she do now with this fear factor.  The girl twisted her body using the momentum of speed she stored up in the bat to slam the bat into Giovanni's rib cage.  Hearing the thud and slightly sound of bone being hit Tatiana couldn't help but smile.  Foolish Giovanni and Sylmae, two friends who don't even want to hurt each other, doing it on accident over and over again and again.  But this little spar was pathetic, it was more like child's play then sparring, it was saddening to see.  Watching as Giovanni lifted his shirt too look at the place where he got hit there a slight bruise.  Poor baby, oh well she didn't see the reason to not let him keep fighting, but then again she wanted this to happen to talk to the group.

"I'll take his place," The seventeen year old heard as Johnny offered in a brisk voice, hmm tough guy.  She would let him maybe after she talked a bit.  "No.  They prove my next lesson."  She spoke as she offered a smile to Johnny for offering though, suddenly her green eyes looked at Giovanni and Sylmae, her optics sharp like daggers.  "that was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen," Tatiana spoke looking at the rest then back at them.  "You two have something going on that brought Giovanni's down fall into a pathetic bruise.  The first is that you two are friends, you wouldn't want to hurt each other even if the world was ending, and I've been over this before.  We are the Badlands not St. Peters or any other group like them, we are not pathetic, and weak.  We are strong and it is survival for the fittest out here.  Its good to have friends but you need to understand, that if it comes down to it, one will die, and the other will live."

"The other factor is the actual weapons, Giovanni you could've done your tactics better, of course you did try to get in close range to use the knife which is the purpose of that weapon, but you should've attacked a softer point in the body.  For instance, you could've waited for her to attack, in that moment you could've stabbed her in the side, then again you wouldn't even have done that bc of your relationship of friendship.  The other thing Giovanni, when you get hurt in a fight never show your foe that you got hurt."  She looked at Giovanni as she could only think of shortening her protection for this pathetic mutt.  And then her gaze flicked over to Sylmae, the victor of this surprisingly.  "Sylmae, good job, you used your weapon in a tactful way, the reach of the bat is something that you defiantly used to your advantage.  Also the factor you used his own emotions against him, I applaud you."

"Who wants to spar next?"  She asked looking at the rest, fuck she'd down to a spar but she didn't want to kill anyone right now.
[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]