PERFECT BLUE | open, introduction/joining

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[Reggie.]

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[Darky]

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John was well aware of the tale of the crazy savages; he was one of the people who kept those stories alive, considering he fucking hated most of the other members. Well, Jamison was pretty okay, but he was still unhinged.

But that raised the question of why he stayed here, and the only big reason was because of his contract with Sel; protection for servitude. It'd wear off in a couple years and then he'd leave, if he hadn't died yet. But for now, he was still a makeshift member of the Badlands.

And one thing he knew nobody liked was trespassers; so when he saw the smoke haphazardly rising through the air, obviously from a dying fire, he knew he had to do something. Even though it was late at night, and this was most definitely a trap of some sort.

He strapped his hunting spear to his back and made his way through the broken streets, on the lookout for any movement in the darkness. Even with all his planning though, he didn't have night-vision, and he practically stumbled into the person's camp.

He jumped back as soon as he noticed the figure crouching in the darkness, and grabbed his spear from off his back and held it tightly. He couldn't see very well, but he could tell that the person was tall, strong and.. Had a gun.

Nope, he wasn't laying down his life for something as stupid as this.

"Don't shoot! I mean no harm." John shouted, still holding the spear in case this guy decided to attack.

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[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] if anyone would be considered one of the 'crazy' people here, jamison would basically be the ruler of that term. his scraggly, dirty and unhinged look practically screamed crazy, as well as his huge amber pupils and rat like face. and especially his bombs. with his bombs, he looked very unhinged and out there. but that wasn't really his problem. he didn't care if he looked normal or not, he just worries about surviving and such. his looks or smell didn't bother him, and hell, it was even better if it scared people away.

the voice of john's is what made the australian look up from his tinkering in a back alley. he didn't have a home, so jamison mostly traveled throughout the city and slept in places where he wouldn't be seen. tonight wasn't the best- the alley he was in hit a dead end so he had nowhere to escape to, but it was better than being out where the street lamps were lit. his fingers lightly played and screwed around with small bombs that were in his hands, and for a moment he considered staying. but curiosity got the better of him, and the worm scrambled to his feet, holding his quilt close as he followed behind.

"g'day!" his light voice would be heard as he saw what seemed to be a newcomer. "you look a bit angry there, mate!"

[Reggie.]

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[Sel]

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sel

While John was kind of tall and armed with a spear and Jamison was really tall, Sel was short and not carrying any weapons. She had two knives strapped to her hips, but other than that probably didn't look very threatening. She could still hold her own and all, but just by looking at her it was easy to dismiss her as less of a threat. And right now she wasn't interested in cutting anyone up, so she strolled over with her usual swagger and lazy smile. "The Badlands? Yeah, this is the Badlands. You lookin' to join or you got another reason to be here?"

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/29/17]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 and likes Dexter
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ 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 relaxed slightly as Jamie appeared - where the hell had he been hiding? eh, whatever, he was here now - and immediately tensed up as he realized that he'd have to protect the worm if it came down to a fight, since Jamie wasn't armed with anything except those bombs he toted around.

John lowered his spear as the man lowered his rifle, and opened his mouth to respond when Sel sashayed out of the darkness and started talking. He snorted at her swagger and strapped his spear to his back once more, relaxed now that there were a couple people to back him up.

"Honestly, I'd suggest leaving before you do something you'll regret." John said honestly.

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"I'd advise you to speak up quick kid." came the deep rumble of none other than Fenrir, lit cigar poking out from between his pale lips. "We're not the friendliest here, we don't take nicely to fuckers who just want to be nuicanses." He finished, eyes narrowed in a condescending, yet mirthful manner as he looked onward. Studying everything on the newcomer before reaching behind himself to get a hold on his shotgun. Tucked safely into its holster.

He didn't dare pull it out. He didn't even keep his hand there. Dropppig it in favor of taking the cancer stick from his mouth to blow out what had been clogging his lungs. It was just a simple threat. It was needed with every joiner. A cold, metal ic taste of reality. Fenrir was fine giving him the right dosage.

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[Reggie.]

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