we're not villains [open, joining/newcomer] we're not saints

[Darky]

Protection for servitude; most people wouldn’t take such a deal, especially when someone as.. Strange, as Sel was, offered. But John was desperate to leave the prison-turned-colony which still was technically a prison, since nobody was allowed to leave. It was a shitty deal, since he’d been falsely imprisoned for drug crimes and he wasn’t exactly the toughest guy in the world.

Still, he managed to survive after everything went to shit by living in abandoned solitary blocks and keeping to himself. He caught rats and traded the meat for matches, blankets and clothing. It wasn’t much, but he was living. He even managed to snag a sweet cougar cape-cowl thing off someone too ill and delirious to realize they were trading away something valuable for rat meat.

But living in the prison wasn’t all fun and games. The hierarchy was whoever had the most drugs and alcohol and could protect their stuff; most people had been drug addicts or alcoholics before getting locked up, and they sure as hell hadn’t stopped being that way. The makeshift boss kept the population under control using the illegal items by using them to pay people for work and goods.

But he’d never dabbled in such things, so he had to be paid in other ways; his payment was usually keeping his face intact though.

So was it really that strange when he took the deal to escape this hellhole, if it meant a couple years playing butler for some half-insane chick? Couldn’t be any worse than his original situation.

John trotted behind Sel as they approached what looked to be a city. No giant walls or otherwise ways to keep him trapped; that was good, he didn’t really like enclosed spaces anymore.

His cape was gently flowing behind him; it was rather good quality, considering it was made out of a literal cougar pelt. It was preserved and everything though, so it would never rot or start to smell because of decomposition.

The cowl was up, but it was pretty much just a bear-face hood with some extra fur to protect his neck. It was pretty fucking weird, and it felt weird too, so he’d lined it with soft fur from rabbits the second he got outside the prison. It helped keep the sun off his head though, so he tolerated it.

“This is the place?” John asked, turning to his companion as he looked at the city.

[Sel]

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sel

She couldn't really believe that he'd actually said yes, that he'd agree to become her manservant - he could call himself her butler all he wanted but in her eyes, he was her manservant - in exchange for freedom. Why not go on his own? That he hadn't implied weakness, and while she was excited to have a little slave for a while, she was less happy about having to fend off predators that would surely flock to kill or take her precious little prize.

"Indeed it is." Sel said, gaze sliding back towards John. "What do you think? Is it everything you ever dreamed of?" She was being slightly sarcastic, but not terribly so.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/25/17]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
▪ Grunt of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ 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
— Wip[/spoiler]

[ashen]

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Mettaton thought a lot of himself, he really did. He thought he was beautiful, he was confident and narcissistic and self-centered.
But at least he didn't have a servant. He had been hunting, and was coming back from such a jaunt, when he saw two figures--one he recognized, and another...stranger fellow, who had on his back a beautiful cape that Mettaton found himself extremely jealous of. What were the two doing together? The other man couldn't be a Badlander.

With his bag loaded with the carcasses of small prey animals--some even rodents, to his chagrin--the young man frowned at the two, and caught up--he couldn't bear to be on his way without knowing what was going on. "...Goodness, Sel, you've found an elf boy. What are you doing with him?" There was an edge to his voice, one not often heard.

coded by junkers

HEALTH
Mettaton's in good health--100%
PHYSIQUE
Mettaton is 6'3'' and has a slender build, but with quite muscular legs. He is lean.
WEAPONS
Mettaton carries a long knife, about 9 inches long, in a sheath at his hip.
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES
Mettaton is extremely fast and agile; with a dancer's coordination and flexibility. He can make a tough opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, and unless he's up against a gun, he's a difficult opponent in any scenario unless already weakened. He can be outsmarted, but physically is tough to beat, with his incredible skills at getting away from danger.

He is occasionally a bit of a coward, as well as quite naive and manipulable.

[GUNSLINGER.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] it was such an oddity to see jamison tagging along with others. he was normally seen by himself; tinkering with the tiny explosives he made or rummaging through trash and garbage. hell, he was normally too smelly to really be around anyone but himself - he liked his own filth, so jamie didn't really care -. so it was a shock to see the towering 6'6 male limp frantically behind mettaton, the clack clack and thump thump of his peg leg and way too large boot making such a ruckus that it would probably scare some birds away. but fuck, he didn't care. if he didn't get to catch any animals to eat, then he sure as hell would make sure that no one else got to either.

"looks like we got ourselves someone that's on my level!" his voice was reckless- high-pitched and crazy. his very heavy australian accent didn't really help his voice in getting any less annoying. the worm let out a small, manic cackle, keeping distance from the others in case there was any physical contact.

"g'day, mate! name's jamie. resident runt who gets beaten for a living!" despite the darkness of the sentence his voice oozed cheerfulness, and he shifted anxiously from foot to peg, his fingers absently twitching and tinkering with a loose cable in his metal arm. whenever he was nervous - always - he tended to stim by twitching his hands and playing with things. helped him calm, and helped his voice from going shrill.

[Darky]

The first thing John thought about as the two approached was how much they both dwarfed him; he stood at a respectable 5'11, but the two to approach were basically giants. John leaned back slightly and roleld his eyes at Sel's sarcasm. He expected it'd be somewhat better then his original situation, though the fact that one of them was claiming to get beaten for a living wasn't promising.

"No, but I didn't expect your home to be great." John snarked back softly before addressing the other two. "She helped me escape prison." John responded to Mettaton's inquiry, even though it wasn't directed at him.

"Uh, good day to you too." John said, not really sure what to make of Jamison. "Nice to meet you, I'm John."

[Sel]

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sel

Sel was most definitely the shortest person there at 5'4", but with the amount of confidence she had it wasn't as noticeable. That and the heeled boots. Those put her up a couple inches, though they weren't too steep that she couldn't navigate through the city without risk of falling. Sel chuckled at Mettaton's remark, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Not elf, silly boy. Cat-boy. Or manservant. My manservant Claws." More or less - a few words from her to the prison's self-declared "king" and they'd waltzed right out.

It was kind of amusing to hear a man more than a foot taller than her call himself a runt and then go on to describe how he gets beat up. Really, if she had all that height she'd figure out how to use it, even if she was quite fine with  being small. "Not sure if 'Runt' is the right word, Jamison." Sel muttered, glancing back at John. "I'll have you know my home is lovely, you've just only seen the city." Wrong tense, it will be lovely once she decides on a place and fixes it up - with John's help, naturally.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/25/17]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
▪ Grunt of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ 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
— Wip[/spoiler]

[ashen]

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Mettaton turned, to face one of the few badlanders who was taller than him, and gave him a bit of a smile--though whether it was truly friendly or just bemused, who knew. "Jamison." He moved back a pace, then frowned at John. Jamison was a worm, but John was an outsider--and a snivelling toe-sucker. He'd take the worm any day--at least he could be entertaining.

At Sel's comment, the 'boy' ruffled his feathers--but with Sel, he could let it slide. "Hmph. You hired this pipsqueak? Trust me, Sel, you could find someone better than him--and you could find someone to do it without anything in return. You don't need to take him in out of pity." Pity didn't sound like her, but....why would she do this?

coded by junkers

HEALTH
Mettaton's in good health--100%
PHYSIQUE
Mettaton is 6'3'' and has a slender build, but with quite muscular legs. He is lean.
WEAPONS
Mettaton carries a long knife, about 9 inches long, in a sheath at his hip.
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES
Mettaton is extremely fast and agile; with a dancer's coordination and flexibility. He can make a tough opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, and unless he's up against a gun, he's a difficult opponent in any scenario unless already weakened. He can be outsmarted, but physically is tough to beat, with his incredible skills at getting away from danger.

He is occasionally a bit of a coward, as well as quite naive and manipulable.

[Sel]

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sel

"Oh I know, it was more laziness than anything else." She couldn't say exactly why she'd picked John, though her own laziness in finding someone definitely played into it. Maybe pity too. And if she was honest, she'd only promised protection so that she could keep him, not for any other reason - though she'd let John think whatever he liked. "You seem pretty confident in that - was that a hint?" She asked with a laugh.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/25/17]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
▪ Grunt of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ 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
— Wip[/spoiler]

[Darky]

It was clear Mettaton didn't like him, which was completely fine because he didn't like them either. He rolled his eyes at Mettaton's obvious flirting; whether MT knew it or not, this wasn't any sort of sexual contract. He was going to be doing manual labor, hunting, shit like that.

He didn't bother trying to argue that she hadn't taken him out of pity; he was honest enough with himself that he was certain it was because she pitied him. But hey, it worked and he was mostly free so he didn't really care about the specifics.

"If you two want to keep flirting, go ahead, I'm going to go explore." John said dismissively.

[ashen]

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He snorted. Laziness--fine. When she made that other comment, he balked, coughing. "I--no!" He felt a bit flustered. That had come out wrong, hadn't it. Hadn't it? He snorted again, covering up his embarassment, and, catching the eyeroll, smirked. John had a problem with him--the feeling was mutual. When John accused him of flirting, though, that was when the smirk turned into a shrill laugh. "Flirting?" He giggled, biting his lip. "Sure, sweetie." That was ridiculous--Mettaton...well, John'd find out soon enough, he flirted with everyone. So essentially, none of it was flirting, not really. Well, maybe occasionally. Still, it made him a bit irritated that John wanted to dismiss him as flirting with Sel.

coded by junkers

HEALTH
Mettaton's in good health--100%
PHYSIQUE
Mettaton is 6'3'' and has a slender build, but with quite muscular legs. He is lean.
WEAPONS
Mettaton carries a long knife, about 9 inches long, in a sheath at his hip.
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES
Mettaton is extremely fast and agile; with a dancer's coordination and flexibility. He can make a tough opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, and unless he's up against a gun, he's a difficult opponent in any scenario unless already weakened. He can be outsmarted, but physically is tough to beat, with his incredible skills at getting away from danger.

He is occasionally a bit of a coward, as well as quite naive and manipulable.