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[Sel]

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While John's words angered Mettaton, Sel was more amused by them and had to stop herself from laughing. Metta was cute and all, but she wasn't all that interested in him as more than just a friend. The only "benefits" to their relationship was not needing to worry about the house all the time and getting to have some of his delicious food every now and again. "Your understanding of our relationship is hilarious, Whiskers, it really is." At this point she cared less about him fraternizing with Jamison than she did the drama brewing between Metta and John. Trying to place a hand lightly on the former's arm, she said, "I suggest you consider that John is under my protection before you try gutting him." Their rivalry was entertaining so long as it didn't get bloody - she didn't care much for the idea of intervening in an actual fight.

[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]

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[sub]badlands ♡ 24 ♡ tags below[/sub]

Mettaton had a habit of listening to Sel, mostly because he didn't want to be on her bad side--and partly because he genuinely admired her. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to have her pet on his back, held down by Metta's heeled boot. He wanted to slice into his tongue, he wanted to slice through the webbing of his fingers--anything small, painful, he just wanted him to sting.

When Sel spoke, he turned, the contact definitely helping to ground him, and he looked at her a bit confusedly--it wasn't often he lost his temper and it surprised him to realize he just had. "He's a fucking worm--he's worse than a worm. And you're protecting him. You should have left him to rot in prison."

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.

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"Mettaton, did I dismiss you as a useless glamour boy when we met?" Sel asked, tilting her head to the side. "No, I did not. I gave you a chance to prove what you could do and reserved my judgement. But right from the get-go you've disliked him and assumed he was useless." This was turning into a tirade, but she'd learned that "talk until the opposition has nothing left to say" trick from her father. "Is it because of the protection thing? Thinking that someone is defenseless or useless because someone else is protecting them is a flawed way of thinking."

She'd barely paused for breath up until that point, but now took a second to breathe in. Was she done? No. "Whiskers is a Grunt of Prey, not a f**king Worm. You of all people wouldn't dismiss hunters so easily, would you?" She gave Mettaton a pointed look before turning to John. "I promised I'd protect you, not that I'd fight your verbal battles. You gonna keep silent or fight for yourself?"

//John: *is nice to Jamie* Rest of thread: "excuse you"

[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
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ 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
— Plot v.1
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

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//IM SO SORRY WHISKERS RIP it confuses me a bit bc mettaton doesnt even dislike jamie he just hates john

He wasn't used to Sel being angry, nor being the subject of her anger. He wasn't certain she was, really, but her words stung. No matter what she said, he hated John. Whiskers. Whatever. He was useless. And he was irritating. He was tempted to argue with her--but he'd much rather argue with "Whiskers", frankly, and true to Sel's way of thinking--by the time she'd shut up, he felt a rebuffed, and just opened his mouth--but, for once in his life, was silent.

For a few seconds, at least.
"He's more of a worm than Jamie is." He snorted, though at this point, he had begun to wonder if most of his hatred towards the man was now just to save face. He couldn't really go back on it now, so why hate him halfway? He was a 'go big or go home' sort of man.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
[/spoiler]

[Darky]

//rip its fine but iVE BEEN TRYING TO THINK OF A GOOD RESPONSE FOR THIS THREAD AND IT KEEPS ESCALATING
//im so sorry teeth we took over your thread

John had been a fan of Mettaton's incoherent babbling directly after his insults, but the second he saw that guy pull a fucking knife he decided to shut the hell up and let his conveniently placed bodyguard do the work for him.

"I'm more of a grunt of prey then you've ever or ever will be, Headhunter." John sneered. He didn't have a weapon on him, but obviously Sel was getting tired of yelling at MTT for him so he decided to step in and let her take the beating if it came to an all-out fight.

He glanced at Jamie, glad that the worm supported him; he was still fucking terrified of everybody here, including Jamison, but Jamie seemed to be loyal to him at the moment.

"And in case you didn't notice, I survived in prison. People like you? We had a name for you in there- Hmm, what was it called? People too loud to be ignored, typically highly feminine.." John lead on. "-Bitches, right, it was bitches."

//ic opinions oml john has gotta slow down he's gonna get himself shanked

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John's words were a slap in the face--never mind that he didn't know him, couldn't know him, so everything he said was coming out of his ass--to Mettaton, it felt like a grievous insult, and he took it to heart, his blood already boiling again despite Sel's earlier interference.

But what John said next, Mettaton could feel the contempt rolling off him in waves, and every word out of his mouth made him angrier, more righteous--his features had flushed red, and it was only the desire to hear just how fucking badly Whiskers could make this situation, that he hadn't already tried to stab him.

"Bitches."

His eyes met John's, their cold blue boring into his skull--and the rush of anger, this time, was far too much for him to control, Sel be damned. He lunged, but as he was purely enraged--he dropped the knife on the ground, wanting to beat this man bloody with his fists and nothing else. Nothing left his mouth but a hiss of anger--he had no sense of a controlled fight, all he knew was he had two fists and a good few inches on this man, and he wanted to pummel him to the ground until he couldn't get up. He was more than this puny weakling, who resorted to name-calling, and insults--who'd insulted everything about him--and he could take a lot, because he knew in the back of his mind he'd done the same thing--but when it came to his femininity, or masculinity, or whatever the hell you wanted to call it--when it came to that being insulted, he couldn't stay peaceful.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
[/spoiler]

[Darky]

John realized, in that moment, he'd fucked up. He'd let his emotions, his hatred, get the better of him. And in the moment he'd pushed too far. He let out a scream as Mettaton slammed into him like a sack of bricks.

He hit the ground hard, and tried to use what little physical strength he had to shove Mettaton off, focusing solely on the fact that he needed to get some distance or Mettaton might try to kill him.

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The scream fell on deaf ears, Mettaton's teeth were bared and he was growling, using his size as an advantage to pin him into the dirt--he grabbed onto the man's shirt so when John shoved at him, he was buffed back, but kept a hold on the guy--before he attempted to shove him back down, releasing one hand to try and slam the man's head into the ground. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me that way--" He snarled, his voice running high-pitched, shrill--a range that sounded a lot more 'feminine' in it's rage. "I will fucking kill you, you putrid piece of horseshit--"

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Darky]

John felt MTT grab his shirt and panic rushed through him. He needed to get this guy off of him before- His head was slammed into the ground, and he let out another scream of pain. He couldn't think, he couldn't breath. His head was spinning and he couldn't focus on anything.

He wasn't going to beg, he wasn't going to cry, he couldn't do that; if he didn't get killed now, he'd get killed later for it. He had to suppress everything and fight back.

"Get the hell off me-" He hissed as he threw one hand up, fingers balled into a fist, to hopefully punch Mettaton's jaw.

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The knock into his jaw stunned him--a nick in his tongue started it bleeding, but luckily it hadn't been in a position for it to get sliced to a dangerous degree as his grip loosened. Still, he was still for the most part on top of the struggling John, and with the pain he instinctively tightened his body, his legs still working hard to pin the man. He took a second--only a second, to try and catch his breath, the pain still a bit dizzying. It had been a good hit.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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