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[Sel]

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Sel hummed under her breath as she slipped through the city, snow crunching under her boots. If anyone at any time inquired as to where she'd been, she'd say something about scouting. And you know what? If she discovered something note-worthy, that's exactly what she would have been doing. This whole thing served little point other than to explore the territory in hopes of finding little "secret" places only she knew about or a good defensible place to live, so while she would be scouting, it'd most likely to her end unless it was some kind of threat to the Badlands.

There was one place she was sizing up, trying to determine if it was already occupied. Two stories, sturdy, relatively undamaged windows (a rarity), and while not super nice to look at, it didn't remind her of an enormous brick of s**t like some of the places she'd come across. Yeah, probably already had someone in there. That was alright, they'd done a good job taking care of the place for her.

I didn't know what I was doing w/this but now all I'm thinking is "Sel you btch"

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/24/17]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
▪ 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:
— Wip[/spoiler]

[ashen]

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Homemaking--something Mettaton enjoyed. Really, anything he was good at, he enjoyed, and today his plan was to scout out some of the nicer buildings, fix them up a bit, maybe help someone move in--he was the neighborhood association of the Badlands, essentially, but when he saw Selena just outside the home he'd hoped to check out--his face fell into a frown.

Mettaton wasn't sure where he stood with the grunt. God, he hated that word. So ugly. Unlike him. And fortunately, unlike Sel. He approached, his swaying walk confident and sure, his hand already lifting in a wave. "Good morning, my dear--what are you up to?"


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.

[Darky]

John wasn't all that much of a homemaker; he supposed he built a home in those lonely solitary cells during his time spent in the prison colony, but it was only the bare necessities and he spent his time surrounded by vermin and trash.

So he wasn't the best when it came to making homes feel homey; even the spot he was living in now that he was in the Badlands was just the bare necessities, with a few traps and modifications to make sure nobody stole his shit.

But he didn't just come to the Badlands to hang out in his place of living all day; whether he liked it or not, he was pretty sure Sel would break his legs if he tried to avoid her. So he took to the streets, not sure where she was but not caring if it took him a while to find her. Sadly, it only took him a couple minutes before he came across Mettaton and Sel, both looking at a fairly nicely kept house.

He glanced at both of them questioningly, but didn't say anything for now.

[TATIANA]

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands member, 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

Your mother leaves you in a place with grown ass people for seven years to be by yourself isn't the exact way a child should be raised, but that is how Tatiana was.  The girl had her baseball bat with her, her right arm over the handle of the wooden bad, and her other arm on the other side leveling it out.  She had found a pack of bum in her scavenging a few weeks ago, and now she was chewing on the gum, blowing the gum into a nice bubble the girl smirked.  Glimpsing around the badlands area she had no expression on her face as she walked around, her beautiful green eyes looking around too see if anyone was around. Soon the seventeen year old Grunt noticed some older figures, it just happened too be three adults, great, more fucking adults.

Heading over the girl removed her arms away from being around her baseball, dropping the bat slightly to grab the bat by the handle twirling it around.  Walking up the short seventeen year old slammed the head of the bat on the ground as she place and elbow on the top of the handle, placing her chin in the palm of her hand.  A smirk laid on the girls lips as she stood by the side of Mettaton's right side.  "What we up too?"  She spoke with a fake enthusiasm. 

God she loved being young.

GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 7years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Grunts
✨ 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
✨ 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

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong, and hard to beat
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 

[DEXTER.]

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dexter approached the small group curiously, offering a small nod in greeting to the members. he couldn't help but silently judge the apartment that they were standing in front of - it was pretty nice, for the badlands. his nose wrinkled slightly as he thought about the scents that filled the building, but hey - you can't be too picky.

"don't get too excited, kiddo." the dark-haired man said with a roll of his eyes, ruffling tat's hair before pushing her away. was he already becoming a cliche middle-aged man who complained about youth? mmm.. nah, he was just sick of her cocky attitude.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/7/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | guard

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and grew up in a multilingual family
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks and sparklers and the like
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars on his back

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a naturally tanned man with boyish features. he has dark, chocolate brown hair and bright, honey brown eyes that darken in winter and lighten in the summer. he is about six feet tall and weighs around 150 lbs, and is slightly on the stocky side. he's grown muscle after years of being beaten up in the badlands but doesn't plan to be defeated again anytime soon. he takes pride in his appearance but doesn't flaunt it; a simple white t-shirt underneath a jacket and a pair of jeans are the main aspects of his daily wear.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Sel]

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Sel wasn't the best at homemaking or decorating - she could do it fairly well but no one would be asking her for help with that sort of thing like they would Mettaton. Speaking of, she was actually rather pleased that he'd turned up. This was an area where his help would be desirable, so why not recruit him? "Gonna carve out a bit of territory - y' know how it goes. Care to help me?" She didn't fail to notice his frown, but paid little mind to it. She didn't know how he felt about her, but she was slowly growing to like him as he revealed his skills. Plus it was nice that she wouldn't have to be the only one to provide levity to these lands.

Ah, and another person she wanted to help her. Not because she thought John would be particularly useful but because it was his job and she needed to have him do something, otherwise he wasn't worth the little effort she'd put into rescuing and protecting him (not that he'd needed much protection thus far). "Whiskers, good."

And then two people she wasn't as familiar with, and thus couldn't tell if she was glad that they were there or not. Would they get in the way or help? "Or do get excited, if you like taking over houses." Tatiana was young, about the age of Sel's sister Lessandra. She was almost like a smaller, paler version of her, and Sel couldn't help but wonder if it turned out that age and gender were their only common traits or if they'd have similar personalities as well. She seemed a bit more ready to fight than Lessie had, but for seventeen years Sel hadn't known her little sister's true capabilities, so maybe that didn't mean they were inherently different.

Honestly, Sel could have had a much worse childhood, but that didn't mean she was raised well. Her father ran a booming drug cartel out in the loner lands, and she was the heir. As of now though, the only reason anyone in the main groups where you could find relative safety and camaraderie would have heard the Felix name was because they'd encountered her. She'd like to think that would all change with time.

Dexter... didn't particularly remind her of anyone yet, but that didn't mean she didn't have an opinion of him. Mainly that he was hot and she wanted a lot more to go off of. As for the scents inside, they wouldn't bother her until she saw what made them, since she was lacking a sense of smell.

"So who's helping and who's getting out of the way?" She asked, glancing at all of them, lingering for a moment on John so that he knew he didn't have a choice.

[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 was a social butterfly, but he didn't love when the amount of people made it hard for him to garner the spotlight he needed. Still, he'd heard her offer, and while she pondered the newcomers, he thought about it. Carving out territory? It sounded fun, frankly. And it sounded...competitive. He glanced towards John. That one bothered him, and he didn't know why. But he did know that Sel didn't need the likes of him, and she did need him, Mettaton.

"Sel, gorgeous, I wouldn't pass this up for the world." He beamed at her, glanced at Tati--gave her a wink--and strode up to the house, planting his gloved hands on his hips. "Nice place. Someone in there?" One hand slipped down to the knife at his side.



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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.

[TATIANA]

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands member, 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

"Don't get to excited kiddio."  Looking at the voice who spoke to her she was soon greeted with a hand that ruffled her hair.  What the shit does that mean, kiddio, excuse me, let me cut you down a bit to match my height, I'm not a fucking kid.  The thought process of the seventeen year old went through her head she wasn't that much younger then Dexter, well she was pretty sure she wasn't that much younger, after all the majority of these members where around the age of 20's.  Hello she wasn't a kid, specially from what she's gone through, she is no fucking child.  Rolling her eyes at Dexter she crossed her arms over the handle of the baseball bat, as she leaned down over it.  A smirk laid on her lips as she was able to understand what was going down now.  For a second the girl listened to what had to be said.  A little bit of a fun little raiding party was what this seemed to be to the girl.

Standing up straight the girl kicked the head of the bat as it flipped into the air where she caught the handle.  "Sound like fun, lets go."  She spoke as she followed after Mettaton her green optics sharp, her steps silent, and steady, not one step was incorrect or flawed.  It was just an elegant walk as she had the baseball bat resting on her shoulder.  Glimpsing over her shoulder she couldn't help but look at the others and just smile before heading up too the doorway keeping her bat ready.

Though the girl did have her knives hidden under her skirt, god, who knew they'd be so helpful in combat right?  Plus she also looked rather classy even when she wasn't trying to be. Little skirt never did no wrong for the girl after all.  The blade that she had hidden on her thighs was several, a butterfly knife, double trench knives, some switchblades.  Just several kinds of blades, all fun though.

GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Grunts
✨ 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
✨ 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

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong, and hard to beat
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures 

[Sel]

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Sel flashed a grin at Mettaton and Tatiana, then glanced over at Dexter (she didn't doubt that John would help), waiting for his answer before turning back to the house. "That's what I was looking to figure out." She said, hands going to the knives at her belt. "Looks too well-taken care of to be empty, I'm thinking."

[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]

John wasn't exactly a social person, and the amount of people - especially Tatiana, who was visibly armed - made him nervous. He noticed Mettaton glance at him and stared back coldly, not really caring if Mettaton disliked him around. Hell, it made him want to stick around more simply to spite the flirtatious fucker.

"So we kick them out and take the place by force if necessary." John said softly.