Shakey Fingers - Joining, O

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[align=center][size=8pt] Trevors eyes flashed over to Tatiana, his posture unwillingly straighhtening. Something in his but pulled and he swallowed hard; she did not look good. As she started him down, he waited for her to speak, wincing as she did. "Because," he nearly spit, feeling a sudden irritation at the question, not that it showed. "Why wouldn't I? Everyone say-says your deadly fighters and don't let an-anyone push you around. I need people like that." He frowned at his feet, feeling tears of fear well up in his eyes. Were they just going to turn him away or... kill him? His eyes instinctively turned to find somewhere to run should he need to...he was pretty good at that as long as nobody got a hold of him.

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]This had been him once - alone, scared and lost. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of civilization and the sneering glares of the old Badlanders, but that had been years ago, and most of the people who mocked him at his joining were dead. Trevor had gotten off easy with this tiny crowd. The brown haired boy had been riding a stolen bike, his knuckles white from gripping the handles and his feet positioned flat on the pedals. From months of practicing, he had managed to ride at full speed while standing. Once Dylan spotted the stranger and the small group, he skidded the wheels to a stop, halting on the other side of John and Tatiana. He let one foot on the pedals to rest of the curb, brown gaze flickering over Trevor curiously.

Dylan knew better than interrupt the Topdog while questioning someone else - although him and Tatiana were on good terms, he knew she would still knock some sense into him if need be. He nodded a silent greeting to the people gathered but remained silent.

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GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls)
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle, although he has next to no ammo so nowadays he goes for a set of throwing knives.

APPERANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Ivan Martinez | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

PERSONALITY/OTHER NOTES.
& Often smiling. Can turn anything into a joke, will always be the optimistic one.
& Most of the time he sticks to himself, hiding away in his apartment. This is because of his haunting memories of his childhood.
& Loves animals. Mostly dogs.
& Although friendly and smiley, he will not be afraid to get his hands dirty if need be.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& Daisy Hearst + NPC father
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& He lived with his twin sister, younger sister and parents. His father was very abusive. Eventually his mother and little sister left; a year later, so did his twin sister.
& A few days after his twin left, he turned thirteen. That same night he ended up "accidentally" almost killing his father with a broken vodka bottle. To hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house and smoked a cigarette on the front yard while his father screamed inside.
&. He then lived in New York for a few weeks. He joined a gang to survive and lived there for two years, although he never really belonged.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his past.

[JOHN WHISKERS]

[justify]John sneered in frustration as Tatiana arrived, interrupted his conversation, and frightened the new meat. He leaned back on his heels, not interrupting Tatiana; he didn't have a death sentence, especially now that she was apparently Top Dog around here.

He crossed his arms as he watched the stranger's mild transformation; he still looked like he was about to cry, but he wasn't dumb enough to let them push him around too much. John nodded in confirmation at Trevor's assumptions, though the assumption that they were all deadly fighters was a bit much; anybody could kill if given the opportunity, but not everybody could actively fight.[/justify]

we're swimming with the sharks until we drown

[Sel]

sel

Dylan and John had the sense to stay silent while Tatiana interrogated the newbie. Sel lacked that sense, but she knew Tat liked her, and was plenty ready to meet violence with violence if the Top Dog decided the ex-Warchief's words warranted it (which would be a little much, in her opinion). "Well, you've come to the right place." Sel said, the short, thin woman coming over to stand by John and Dylan, casting an appraising look over the newbie. She never made assumptions of strength based on appearance alone (look at her and Tatiana, they didn't appear as deadly as they were) but this kid... Didn't look like he had anything, no meat on his bones, no guts in his torso, no weapons in his clothes. "Thing about coming to a place filled with ruthless murderers is, you gotta fit in with them." She smiled sweetly.

//welcome to the Badlands!

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 6/1/17]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
▪ Ex-Warchief of the Badlands | Member

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single (for now) | Flirty
▪ ⅓ Heselby (Hector + Sel + Baby)
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | Lots of unplayed family | 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]

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[align=center][size=8pt]He tucked his chin to his chest modestly, feeling ready to throw up. He looked a little green, his cheeks paling slightly. There was becoming more and more of a crowd, all ready to go at him. With a deep breath, he met the eyes of one, the one who spoke to him. Told him he had to fit in. Biting his lip, he went over some practiced words, something he'd said to more than one person to try and save his own ass. "I-I can be helpful! I know how to u-uh, to be a... crap," he felt his vision start to blur, and he felt a hotflash coming on... "T-the... someone who helps uh," Crap, what was the word? His brain wasn't working anymore, and it always worked well, unless he was being pressured like this! Curling his toes and balling his hands into fists, he reached up to scrub at his eyes, trying to steady himself. He widened his stance, not wanting to pass out or fall over and look worse than he already did.

This was terrible, he couldn't think about what he needed to say, there were just so many of them and what if they didn't care? "M-Medical a-assistance," he squeaked, fighting his terrible anxiety and panic with tears welling up in his eyes. "I know how to h... help people heal. I used to set my brothers b-bones and... and I can stitch, and..." A shaky breath escaped him; he didn't want to die. This was terrible... it was awful. "Please don't kill me or... send me away or... I can be useful! I'll learn to fit in, I-I'm a fa-fast learner!"

// Thank you so much! x3

[TATIANA]

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[align=center][size=8pt]Dear god, he had no idea where he was going anymore. He'd lost his brother, he'd lost his dad. His mom was long gone anyway, leaving him to be the meat-bag of the group. His brother ditched to go solo, and his dad was dragging him along by force up until four nights ago, when Trevor woke up to find his head bashed in. He'd left alone after that, looking for another group. Hugging himself, he stared into the city, keeping an eye out for people as he took cautious steps in, pausing to scan every block. He'd heard of a group called the Badlands somewhere east of where he'd been. He'd been walking and struggling for food for three days now as he traveled in the same direction, looking for this group. Now, unknowingly in their territory, he continued on.

[JOHN WHISKERS]

[justify]From what John remembered, trespassing was a surefire way to wake up in a ditch without the ability to breath; maybe that'd changed, he didn't know.

The man kicked a small chunk of concrete as he trotted down an abandoned block, flimsy hunting spear in hand as he followed the familiar path to the forest. This was usually a barren place, which was why he liked it; nobody around, nobody to piss off and inevitably fight.

Today it seemed like it was different though, with someone hugging themselves as they wandered cautiously. He stopped, not certain if he should leave them alone or approach. He wanted to leave, but they looked fucking helpless and people like that didn't last long without aid.

"Hey, kid." John called as he walked over, spear still in hand but he held it loosely and kept it pointed towards the ground. "What're you doing here? You look like hell."[/justify]

we're swimming with the sharks until we drown

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[align=center][size=8pt]Trevor was watching down a nearby alley when he heard the distant call of his name. Jumping slightly, the surprise made his head spin, and he threw a hand out to catch himself against the wall to his right. As he found John with his eyes, he realized that the other man was armed.... Trevor didn't have anything. At this point he was screwed; he wasn't even strong enough to fight off a kid. "U-um, h-hi-hello!" He looked at the ground, at his own torn up shoes... "Uh, I'm loo-looking for the Badlands, t-the... the group. I need to join." Not want. Need. He had nowhere to go that would protect him, and if he was here, maybe they'd teach him out to defend himself over time...

"Is this... is this the place? Are you o-one of them?"

[TATIANA]

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