[align=center] He was gonna be sick to his stomach. Anxiety was eating at him from the inside out. His skin crawled and he gripped his arms, digging his dirt covered nails into his skin. He couldn't tell if he had punctured the skin. Even if he had he wouldn't care. He was just trying to wrap his brain around the whole situation. He couldn't cry, it wasn't time for that. But he wanted to; he wanted to scream and break something. He needed someone by him to calm him down. He was shaking uncontrollably as he threw off his backpack onto the ground, rummaging through all the shit inside of it. He pulled out an mp3 player and earbuds. The boy's fingers tried desperately to get it to turn on but alas the screen stayed black. Heartbeat beating at a dangerous pace now he yelled in frustration and stood up abruptly throwing down the little music player so he could stomp on it repeatedly. A string of curses escaped his pale pink lips. Once he had successfully destroyed his only hope for calming himself down, the blonde boy ran his pale hands through his shaggy blonde locks. This wasn't happening.
He started to feel dizzy and lightheaded. He glanced around, hands on his stomach as it churned. He dropped to his knees as finally a mix of not-yet-fully-digested food and stomach acid spilled out of his mouth. Tate was now crying and sputtering incoherent words only to be cut off as he threw up more. Soon there was nothing left to throw up. He fell on his side, turned away from the puddle, and hugged the backpack close to his chest staring blankly ahead of him. Tate wanted Pandora and Silenus. He wanted Violet. He wanted somebody to rub his back and hug him and tell him repeatedly in a soothing voice that everything would be okay. Nothing was going to hurt him. Soon his eyes closed and he was asleep.
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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴ FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU CAN'T WAKE UP ✴ [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] THIS IS NOT A DREAM ✴ [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛
[size=8pt][font=verdana] APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE] ✴ [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
 PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE ✴ [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
 MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING ✴ [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
[align=center][align=center] before being attacked//
Johnny watches quietly. He didn't want to talk to the raging lunatic, but he kinda had to. Especially since he seemed unstable and he was one of the few with a gun. It'd be a waste of a bullet though. Hm, he could just let someone else deal with the boy. That'd be easier for him. Of course he could tod that, just leave some guy flipping out in the middle of a hostile territory. The kid would die and he'd feel bad for it. God, he hated making decisions.
The kid then doubled over and vomited, sending John into a panic. Fuck, now he had to help the kid, he had to. "[b]Hey!" he yelled out to the stranger as he carefully came towards him, rifle lowered, " Hey, are you alive?" Christ almighty whoever this was had just passed out. Of course he had, it'd be too easy for him to be awake. " Frickin' jeez," he crouched by the sleeping boy. Well, he didn't know what to do. Uh. Uh, he could vomit again, so it'd be smart to roll him onto his side, so he didn't choke, right? Johnny tried to shove him over with one hand, the other placing his rifle on the ground. " Wake up," he muttered as he smacked the kid on his back, trying to be as careful as possible due to his annoyingly immense strength.
[align=center] Tate felt himself be rolled over onto his side and heard a muffled voice speak to him. It wasn't familiar to him; the voice belonged to a stranger. His eyes shot open when the hand smacked him on the back. Tate wanted to sit up so he could turn around and punch the stranger in order to knock them out, escape unharmed. But he was much too weak to do such a thing and he could already feel himself grow ill again. Shakily he pushed himself up gagging and coughing. Unfortunately it seemed he had nothing left inside of him. His throat burned, yearning for water in order to lessen the pain. Pale hands reached up to wrap around his throat, intense brown eyes wide. Once more he was in his own world. His hands rubbed his neck as if it'd somehow soothe the pain. Tate closed his eyes tightly and whispered something incoherent beneath his breath, opened them, and looked to the one that had awaken him.
No words left his mouth for the longest time. His eyes just studied the face in front of him until he felt like he wouldn't forget it. But he was also searching for some sort of glint in the other's eyes. That glint, he felt, meant they'd be lying to him. As if he wasn't actually safe by him and he would rather do him harm. He hands dropped to the ground immediately pushing him up into a standing position when his eyes landed on the rifle. "D-don't kill me. P-p-please." he pleaded, tears forming once more around his already reddened eyes. He can't let his guard down. What if he shoots? He's a goner. Tate grabbed his bag and took in shaky breaths.
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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴ FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU CAN'T WAKE UP ✴ [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] THIS IS NOT A DREAM ✴ [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛
[size=8pt][font=verdana] APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE] ✴ [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
 PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE ✴ [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
 MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING ✴ [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
Haris had been wandering around when she heard Johnny shouting. She ran towards the two males then looked at Tate. "We aren't going to hurt. We just want to know what your business is." She spoke in a hushed voice.
She was highly concerned about the boy. She crouched down next to as she waited anxiously for him to wake. "Hey you okay?" She commented quietly.
[spoiler=TAGS 2/10]GENERAL
- Haris Melitta Dimitriou / No nicknames / Female
- Aries / 23 years old
- Demisexual / Demiromantic
- Ages in real time
- Bandlands Grunt
NOTES
x Haris Dimirtriou's history was a bunch of blunders. She may have been born in a group that was wasn't known but she was caused tons of trouble growing up. They traveled under strict laws. Her father was second in command and he died when she was only 9. It was because of his death that was when she became a troublemaker. She always fought with the other children and often ended bruised and bloody. Over time she grew really bad and recently she was kicked out of her group due to this. She had been beaten to a bloody pulp like she once did to the other members.
x She has a tendency to approach someone if she is interested in them. If she doesn't like you then she tries to keep her distance. She can be approachable if you don't make her pissed. She suffer maniac episodes from time to time
x She is blind in her left eye due to suffering a bad concussion when she as 16.
x Even though she may seem crazy, she has some humanity left in her and tries to show it often. In fact she is really sensitive so that prove something.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
|| face: Kehlani Parrish
|| somewhat muscular build
|| 78% percent health
|| injuries: cuts, bruises
INVENTORY
* Pocket knife
* Browning Hi-Power pistol
* Colt Anaconda revolver
* Melee dagger
* Small backpack (contains nothing else aside from her weapons)
RELATIONSHIP
To be determined
INTERACTION
~ Easy to interact with but she won't start the conversation
~ Difficulty: 5/10 in training| somewhat strong and quick but is very clumsy, has basic understanding of guns.
~ Attack in bold #f46e42
~ [b]can role play peaceful actions
[align=center] [align=left]OH NINA, YOU SHOULD GO NINA, CAUSE I AIN'T EVER COMING HOME NINA, OH WON'T YOU LEAVE ME NOW
[align=center] [align=left] BUT THEN AGAIN YOU SHOULD KNOW NINA, CAUSE THAT'S YOU AND ME BOTH NINA, OH WON'T YOU LEAVE ME NOW, NOW
[align=right]haris dimitriou + badlands + grunt
[align=center][align=center] As the stranger began to move Johnny backed up, glancing at Haris. She probably knew more than him. Hopefully anyway. "[b]I'm not," he mumbled in a weird attempt at a soothing voice, " uh, don't move... Uh, uhm, do you need water?" Slowly so the stranger could see his every move he pulled out a scratched up water bottle. A moment later he brought out the little food he had, some meat strips and some wild onions. Thats all he could do.
" Can I pick you up?" He didn't expect the other to say yes, but it was better then just picking him. " So I can get you indoors?" What a dumb thing to say. He should have just left when he had the chance, let someone more equipped for the job handle it. Anxious, he pushed the items he had taken from his bag forward, nodding his head toward it. Damnit. Damnit, he was wasting things he had worked his ass off for. The kid was acting like a rat cornered by a bunch of alley cats, it was absolutely pathetic. He looked away as the kid just stared at him. Was he dumb? Yeah, that must be it, the guy was slow. Of course. Birds of a feather flock together or whatever.
[align=center] Tate was on edge now. His breathing was rapid once more. But once the other began to speak to him in a hushed voice he calmed down. How long had it been since he had heard someone actually attempt to calm him down. He was still shaking but it wasn't as violent. He looked at Haris and, after a while, the tiniest smile appeared on his face. He looked between the two, still slightly on edge and uneasy but not as bad as he was before. Tate watched as Johnny moved food and water towards him. He was hesitant at first, like some wild animal, but he snatched the water bottle. He take a few desperate sips and placed it down back on the ground. His stomach was growling and begging for him to eat some food but he just shook his head at the meat strips and onions. "I-I'm not hungry," he muttered silently averting his eyes.
Tate was confused for a moment but just nodded his head allowing the man to pick him up. He opened his mouth as he shakily told them his name, "I-I'm T-Tate. Are you in- are you guys a group?" Suddenly he was raising his hands to place them on either one of their shoulders. A desperate look came into his eyes as he murmured, "Can I stay? I-I don't know where I am, I lost my friends. They're somewhere but I don't know where." The blonde just wanted sleep. While he was worried for them he just couldn't think straight anymore. He raised a hand to his head and rubbed his temples frowning.
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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴ FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU CAN'T WAKE UP ✴ [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] THIS IS NOT A DREAM ✴ [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛
[size=8pt][font=verdana] APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE] ✴ [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
 PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE ✴ [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
 MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING ✴ [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
"Yes we are a group. We're known as The Badlands. I'm pretty sure that you'll be able to stay. I'm Haris by the way." Haris spoke in the same hushed tone and looked at Johnny for confirmation that Tate could stay.
"If you need anything else, just let me know okay?" Haris gave a small smile to show she meant it. He was afraid and she understood. When she first joined she was very afraid. After being here for a little while, she felt comfortable.
[spoiler=TAGS 2/10]GENERAL
- Haris Melitta Dimitriou / No nicknames / Female
- Aries / 23 years old
- Demisexual / Demiromantic
- Ages in real time
- Bandlands Grunt
NOTES
x Haris Dimirtriou's history was a bunch of blunders. She may have been born in a group that was wasn't known but she was caused tons of trouble growing up. They traveled under strict laws. Her father was second in command and he died when she was only 9. It was because of his death that was when she became a troublemaker. She always fought with the other children and often ended bruised and bloody. Over time she grew really bad and recently she was kicked out of her group due to this. She had been beaten to a bloody pulp like she once did to the other members.
x She has a tendency to approach someone if she is interested in them. If she doesn't like you then she tries to keep her distance. She can be approachable if you don't make her pissed. She suffer maniac episodes from time to time
x She is blind in her left eye due to suffering a bad concussion when she as 16.
x Even though she may seem crazy, she has some humanity left in her and tries to show it often. In fact she is really sensitive so that prove something.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
|| face: Kehlani Parrish
|| somewhat muscular build
|| 78% percent health
|| injuries: cuts, bruises
INVENTORY
* Pocket knife
* Browning Hi-Power pistol
* Colt Anaconda revolver
* Melee dagger
* Small backpack (contains nothing else aside from her weapons)
RELATIONSHIP
To be determined
INTERACTION
~ Easy to interact with but she won't start the conversation
~ Difficulty: 5/10 in training| somewhat strong and quick but is very clumsy, has basic understanding of guns.
~ Attack in bold #f46e42
~ [b]can role play peaceful actions
[align=center] [align=left]OH NINA, YOU SHOULD GO NINA, CAUSE I AIN'T EVER COMING HOME NINA, OH WON'T YOU LEAVE ME NOW
[align=center] [align=left] BUT THEN AGAIN YOU SHOULD KNOW NINA, CAUSE THAT'S YOU AND ME BOTH NINA, OH WON'T YOU LEAVE ME NOW, NOW
[align=right]haris dimitriou + badlands + grunt
[align=center][align=center] After putting his shit back he then pulled Tate up before attempting to lead his arm around Johnny's neck. "[b]Uh, yes, yes you can," he muttered quickly, not sure why he was the one in charge. It wasn't like he led the group or anything, and he was completely unfit to make decisions for anyone. So, he wanted just bail when Haris looked at him as if asking if Tate really could join. It wasn't like he would know that. He was just muscle that cried all the time, he was practically useless emotionally which made him just as useless physically. " We're going over there," he pointed at a worn out house a couple yards away, " not far at all, right?" It looked like a group had went and trashed it, but it had a ceiling so it was better than nothing.
Johnny's arm tensed around Tate as he began walking, probably being too careful. Damnit, he was probably making a fool of himself. The kid could probably just walk himself! It wasn't even far away, he was such an idiot. " Do, uh, do you know why you were throwing up? That might be, uhm, important."
[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:8pt;"]"I'd offer him some weed, but obviously that isn't going to help" Margot's voice grew louder as she walked closer, taking in the scene with narrowed eyes. This kid looked like shit, and from the reactions from the two who were helping him, must have been in bad shit. He looked weak – hell, in the state he was in, she was surprised he hadn't been eaten alive by some grunt. Humans were suppose to sympathize with those weaker than themselves, and although she never imagined it possible for anybody from the Badlands, it seemed as if he was lucky enough to get that treatment. Walking around the trio to get a better view of him, she crouched down into a squat, eyeing him with careful eyes. Spotting the water bottle on the ground beside him, quickly she grabbed it and pushed it towards him. "I know you've already had some, but you'll need more if you want to save your throat from burning apart." Her advice came shortly before she stood, looking at Johnny now. "He looks pretty beat up. You should probably get him inside before asking him anymore questions. And I can tell you're nervous. Loosen up, if you're all stressed, he'll be like that too."
[ ooc ] this is bad and I'm sorry but here's trashy margot
[spoiler=INFO // updated 2/19][color=#030303][color=#F2473F][ general ] ✌ HEY, 'CAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU'LL MAKE EVERYTHING ALRIGHT
✌ MARGOT PALOMA KOSZORÚS | MARGOT
✌ cis female | feminine or neutral pronouns | she/they
✌ eighteen years | mature | ages ?? idk
✌ panromantic, pansexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
✌ the badlands | [rank] | [titles]
✌ best friends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries
[ physical ] ✌ AND I KNOW THAT YOU'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR CHILD
✌ human | health: 100%
✌ Pale and very skinny. Not underweight, but bony | 5' 11"
✌ Eyes are a curious and judgmental ocean green, bloodshot from nights of smoking.
✌ Extremely thick carrot orange hair
 major injuries: slowly getting CHS
 minor injuries: none
[ personality ] ✌ OH, NO LONGER AM AFRAID OF THE NIGHT
✌ Margot is a very carefree person. Not much in life bugs her, and if something does, she's quick to shut those feelings down. But this doesn't stopper from playfully sharing her opinion, which isn't always kind. She is always open to new things, and often makes really dumb decisions just for the fun of it.
✌ enfp | the campaigner
[ interaction ] ✌ 'CAUSE I, I LOOK TO THE LIGHT
✌ Medium physical difficulty | Medium-hard mental difficulty
✌ To engage in combat, please use bold teal[/spoiler]
[align=center] Tate felt himself being lifted up and, while he felt he could walk himself, he knew that he was much too tired to maybe even make it a few steps. So, really, he was grateful to the other for helping him walk. He didn't hang limply as he tried to walk with him but there was a wobble in his legs, they felt like jelly. He could feel the tenseness in Johnny's muscles and wondered if he should just try to walk on his own at least. But he didn't. He nodded at his words and began to walk with him towards the house. "N-No I don't. I-I th-think maybe it's the anxiety..." he stammered raising his free hand to wipe at the corners of his mouth. Tate looked at Margot and a soft, breathy laugh. He'd totally take a blunt. The only thing he ever smoked was a cigarette and he was silently begging for one right now. When she shoved the water towards him he glanced to Johnny before taking it once more before she was out of reach. "Yeah, thanks, throwing up stomach acid sucks. But do you got a cigarette?"
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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴ FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU CAN'T WAKE UP ✴ [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] THIS IS NOT A DREAM ✴ [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛
[size=8pt][font=verdana] APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE] ✴ [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
 INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
 PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE ✴ [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
 MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.
[size=8pt][font=verdana] YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING ✴ [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]
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