Round One -Open + Singing-

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae was doing her best to branch out, be a little more open. She was trying to act more like an adult rather than a little child who spent all her life terrified of all the people around her. The teenager was perched on the rocking chair on her porch, her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she sang softly to seemingly herself. The little wolf-hybrid puppy was snuggled up in her lap, fast asleep as she continued to run her fingers through her black and white fur. She was so happy to have the company of another, even she wasn't a human, she was still something. Still a wonderful friend. Onyxia was perfect. Sylmae was finally relaxing, finally finding a little peace here in this world she had entered at such a young age and she was starting to make real, human friends. She wasn't living a life coated entirely in fear anymore and that was something that made her smile a little.

The edges of her pink lips curled up before they parted and she let the soft tune of one of her favorite songs slip from her mouth as she used one slender bare foot to rock her back and forth. "I'm so into you.. I can barely breathe.. And all I wanna do.. is to fall in deep.." She sang softly, her voice gentle as she remembered her and her first friend singing the tune around a campfire. Perhaps not a good campfire song but it had gotten her through the tough times, up until she had lost said friend in a horrible accident. She feared growing too close to people at this point because she didn't want it to happen again, but she knew that accidents happened, and she didn't really get to choose when and where it happened. She just had to roll with the punches, something she was working really hard to do. Get used to life at it was. She was still very young and she had plenty of time to learn. She just needed that; time. "But close ain't close enough.. Till we cross the line.. So name a game to play.. and I'll roll the dice.." Her fingers danced over the wooden arm of her chair as she sang, getting lost in the song at hand.

[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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[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]Johnny had never heard a proper song that he could remember. He'd never heard the sound of a guitar, or drums, or a violin, but he had heard singing. From his mother, his old travel buddy who would sing old songs from a band called phish. Though it wasn't something he heard everyday, and he hated his own voice so there wasnt any singing. Not that he knew enough words to a song for there to be any song sung. No use in learning at this point, so who cared?

He didn't want to admit that he had come to visit Sylmae, since it was weird and all. So he'd brought along two rabbits as an excuse. The pelts were still intact so if she didn't know how to skin things they'd be useless, but he was sure she did. Even if she didn't John could just teach her.

Coming from the side of the house he poked his head out to view the porch. Sylmae was there with her dog, singing. The words didn't make all that much sense to him. Playing games, sleeping, breathing issues? Ah, maybe he was thinking too straight up. He didn't understand thinking all abstract or whatever. Which had made his mother concerned. Whatever, that didn't matter.

"Uh, Sylmae?" He held up the two rabbits, "I brought some food."

[Sylmae Winzor]

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[Sel]

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What Sel would have given to have the chance to be a normal teen while she'd had the chance. Geoff had made her grow up too quickly from the age of eleven on. At the same time though, she wouldn't have changed a thing. This was who she wanted to be, even if she wished she could have been a regular teen like Aaron or Lessa.

Sel had been walking by when she saw Johnny at the door of Sylmae's house, two rabbits in hand. Inside someone - presumably Sylmae - was singing. The Warchief rather liked singing and she had a pretty good voice, but she hadn't heard this song before. "Whatcha singing?" She asked, not even bothering to try and look over Johnny's shoulder. Why was everyone so damn tall or so damn short?

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/27/17]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; observant; 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
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1
— 100 Oneshots[/spoiler]