BREAK YOUR KNEECAPS --- open, joining

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

First order of business, her head hurt like a bitch and so did her stomach. And the rest of her body was a bit sore too. Damn, she really shouldn't have spent so much time running around the suburbs last night trying to find cool places to climb onto and jump off of.

But well- the feeling of being athletic, of being able to trust her body to carry her wherever her mind wanted with minimal effort, it was exhilarating. Her childhood had been spent dodging family drama and learning the trade of the Felix family, she hadn't been allowed to run wild like she currently did. And back during her time in Northstar, she'd been trapped in that fricking warehouse all the time unless she snuck out with Lottie, and she'd been too afraid of someone finding out to do that much.

But the time on her own had honed her mind and body, taught her skills she otherwise would've never needed to learn. And she was glad, because the next time one of her sisters trying to murder her she'd be able to escape and not end up looking like-

Well, the point is she wore a scuffed up rabbit mask currently, and her body was covered in layers of clothing both to fight off the intense cold and to cover up any scars she might want hidden. The only exposed skin was her normal-looking hands, though one might be able to catch a glimpse of burnt ears if they came up behind her.

To round off her appearance, she did have a shotgun strapped to her back and a baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire held lazily in one hand. One could never be too careful, especially a young woman traveling on her own. Even more so when she stopped to think about just where she was headed, and who she'd be meeting there.

Selena was unarguably dangerous. Bub had heard all kinds of things when she abandoned mentioning her ties to the Felix family, tales of cruelty and violence and unabashed ambition. Was Sel going to hurt her? No, probably not. Lessandra was the only one who seemed infatuated with hurting her family members, but Bub had to be careful anyways.

The city rose up in the distance, silhouetted by the rising sun. She steeled her nerves, tightened her grip on her baseball bat, and continued forward. There would be no room for turning back now, she'd already been noticed by the street scum of the city.

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[jerome.]

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— los santos was jerome’s first experience with other people besides family and his close, dear friend eben. he had never been in such close quarters with others, let alone in the company of those who looked like they could knock him out in one fell swoop. eben had become practically his bodyguard of sorts. it gave him the confidence to get outside of his room and see los santos for all it had to offer. he looked composed. however, when eben wasn’t around to protect him from any potential threats, jerome looked like nothing more than a lost, shivering puppy.

that was especially true the moment he saw a newcomer wandering into the city. the person walked with a rabbit mask covering their appearance, body covered and silhouetted almost hauntingly by the rise of the sun. the baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire, gleamed in such a dangerously awful way. everything in jerome shouted to let someone else go and greet her. he wasn’t quite up to par with these other members who could so fearlessly walk towards danger unfazed.

but he knew he couldn’t hide behind eben for forever. he needed to get his own spine and deal with these sorts of matters himself. he needed to be brave. and with that, he slowly walked over to meet this newcomer.

“hello,” he greeted, placing his hands on his hips once he slowed to a stop a ways from her. a considerable distance. the greeting was meant to be kind as a closed-lip smile came to his lips, searching the person’s features - or lack thereof - before continuing. “welcome to los santos. what brings you here?”

the smile didn’t quite match the subtle fear in his glazed eyes. however, for j, this was quite the accomplishment.

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

There was scarcely a time when Sel hadn't been around other people. Be it her family, her father's men or clientele, or people she met on the road. She'd been in groups like this before, and she could admit she had an affinity for it. Maybe she even liked it better than the family business, and she enjoyed that quite a lot.

Indeed, she was a dangerous woman with unchecked ambition and a ruthlessness to get her whatever she desired. But there were a few people that had never been indisposable and never would be in her eyes, and those were the members of her family. Her parents, her brother her sisters, cousins and aunts and uncles. People would come and go, but her blood could never be replaced.

As much as she hated Lessandra, she was unsure if she could even condemn her. That's why she'd given up looking for her and joined the Badlands, wasn't it? She couldn't stand the thought of killing her sister, or bringing her back to Geoff. But Isabel was different, Isabel had never done anything wrong and had been caught up in their sister's schemes. She was a victim, and if she was still out there, Sel hoped she'd come home someday.

It wasn't a realistic hope, not one she ever expected to come true. Her sister had perished in the fire.

There were two people on the outskirts of the city - Jerome and someone else. Wearing a rabbit mask and layers upon layers. That was definitely an odd sight, and one she wasn't about to miss out on. So, Sel walked over at a leisurely pace, arriving just after Jerome had asked his question.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; letter-spacing: 1.2px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]    Ian hadn't always been so alone.

Once, life began with two parents and a sister - it had actually seemed relatively normal at first. Too normal, actually. With a nagging mother and an emotionally absent father, it was no wonder both children grew up... strange. But, that was the consequence of a strange upbringing staged by two parents who did not know how to be parents.

When dad left, the family found themselves jumping from group to group, reaping the benefits and then leaving when people began to get impatient with them. But, Ian was turbulent; such a small frame bubbling with such anger. He was so angry, yet bottled it up so well. As if he was not troubled. It was no wonder his mother and sister wanted him to leave - and so, he did.

Sure, he spent some time alone for a while; the silence had been comfortable actually, as opposed to the constant bickering he'd once endured with his mother. He just wanted to be the perfect son. Upon meeting Rae in one of the groups he'd stopped by, he realized that he never actually wanted to hear the silence again.

Her bickering was annoying, but he loved her for it. And so, when she died, Ian felt his compassion and love leave with her (not that there was much, or any, to begin with). In the time between her death to the present, the silence had never felt so loud. But, he supposed that he shouldn't feel special. Many people felt lonely nowadays, even whilst they may not have been alone in a room. The room could be bustling with people, but sometimes it was hard to not feel vacant and invisible to the world.

Ian wanted something to make him feel alive.

Eyes were cautious as he noted figures on the outskirts of the city, and perhaps he would've kept more to himself if it wasn't for the very fact that one figure was quite bizarrely masked. He blinked - what were they wearing? If he could not answer that from where he stood, he'd then shuffle on ahead to figure out for himself. Upon nearing the group, he was baffled to see a rabbit mask affixed to the currently ❛faceless❜ figure, adorned in thick clothing and a handful of weapons.

Was this a prank?

He stopped nearby, a visibly moody slouch on his lips as he otherwise stared impassively towards the figure. Jerome finished speaking, and a second of silence filled the space before Ian gestured towards the rabbit mask and mumbled, ❝ Your mask is pretty shit. ❞ That was the best welcome one would receive from Ian Edevane.

Welcome to Los Santos, he then contemplated internally. He hoped that this mysterious figure felt as daunted as everybody else seemed with them.

// ic opinions ofc !

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

The quiet fear in the first man's eyes was a rarity for her. But she hadn't spoken yet, hadn't revealed her youth and soured any intimidation she'd accumulated in this man's mind. She examined him as best she could, tilting her head to the side so her good eye could get a better look at him.

Not a threat, not visibly armed. She was fine, this was fine; still, her fingers tightened around her bat and she bounced one leg on the ground with nervous energy. He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes, and she didn't bother to smile back knowing it would be a useless endeavour. She'd hidden her face for what, two and a half years now? She was out of the honeymoon phase by now.

"Looking for my, uh, my sister," Uncertainly laced her voice, and she bit her bottom lip to stop any more anxious nonsense from spilling out. Sel had to be here, she had to be, Bub couldn't- she couldn't take it if her sister wasn't here. It'd be embarrassing on so many levels.

But in a twisted bit of luck, she was here. She was smaller than Bub remembered, but then again Bub had shot up to 5'6" by now and stood a whopping two inches above her eldest sister now. She hadn't said anything but Bub didn't need her to speak to know this was here sister.

She was suddenly filled with an icy fear, coursing through her veins like cold fire. Why was she so nervous? It made no sense, Sel loved her- at least Bub remembered it that way. But what if she was wrong? What if Lessandra hadn't set the fire, and it was just a ploy by the rest of her family to dispose of their youngest member? Maybe she should've stayed, should've let Lessandra explain more-

No, no. She couldn't think like that, she couldn't; Lessandra had admitted to it, when she thought Bub was too blurry with pain to remember. Sel was innocent, Sel was her sister for gods' sake; she wasn't going to hurt her or turn her away.

"S-Sel?" Bub's voice had dropped into a meek whimper, her form trembling as she tried to bite back her emotions and actually speak. "Its- its me, b-been a while, huh?" She tried to continue, only to hear someone else's biting opinion about her mask.

She whipped her head towards them, wanting to see just who seemed to have a rather valid opinion about her mask. She accessed them quickly; a boy, about her age, looked like he hadn't seen a mirror in his entire life. Well- maybe that was the heightened emotions talking. "Least- Least I don't s-smell like I bathed in dog piss, asshat." She snapped, trying to hide how much the comment hurt.

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

Her eyes didn't leave the masked stranger, not once. When Ian walked over and made his critique, she did turn her head ever so slightly in his direction, though her gaze remained on the stranger. "Ian," it was a warning, though she was hardly pressed about the comment to do much more than that.

"S-Sel? It's - it's me, b-been a while, huh?"

The wires in her brain short circuited. No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be. "Isabel?" She gasped, closing the gap and trying to put her hands on Bub's arms. She was taller now, but of course she was, it had been three years, but more than that, she was taller than Sel. "Is it really you?" She couldn't believe it. Tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes.

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

Bub held Sel's gaze for a few moments, before glancing towards the ground fighting back mixed emotions of embarrassment, anger and happiness. And suddenly Sel was saying a name she hadn't heard in years and grabbing her arms and Bub froze, not sure how to react.

She should be happy, and she kind of was, so why did she feel like bursting into tears? She wanted to tear herself away from her sister and melt into the touch all at once. She bit her lip and tasted blood, thankful that nobody could see the journey her face must be making right now.

"Ye- yeah." Bub mumbled quietly as she looked down - down; had she really gotten that tall since she last saw Sel? - at her older sister. "I- I missed you, but- I- I dunno, I'm sorry it took me so long to come back." A lot had happened in the years since the fire, more than she wanted to conceptualize for her sister.

She settled on being glad, emotions-wise. She was glad to see Sel again, she was glad her sister didn't appear to want to throw her out or something equally weird for being weak or whatever. It was kind of an unwelcome shock to be called Isabel again, but she probably should've remembered her family wouldn't know her chosen name. It was- it was fine though, they'd sort it out and it'd be fine.

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[Sel]

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Selena Felix

It was her. It really was her. She almost couldn't believe it. The tears pricking at the corners of her eyes started to flow freely, but this was a rare moment that she didn't care. Sel tried to pull her sister into a proper hug, which unless she pulled away would no doubt be tight.

"I can't believe you're here." She whispered, every facade she carried temporarily stripped away. "I thought you were dead." Anger crept in with the joy and relief as she remembered that night. "Where have you been? Why didn't you come home?"

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]

[bub c.]

MY DEAR, THERE ARE SECRETS HERE | | |

Seeing Sel cry was a number of things; concerning, infectious and made Bub feel an immense amount of guilt. Her older sister was crying because of her, and it kinda fucking sucked. Still, she let Sel pull her into a tight hug though it was uncomfortable and tried to hold her bat away from her sister and herself so they didn't accidentally get nicked by the sharp wire.

Bub's mind, already churning with mixed emotions quickly devolved into terrified sirens as Sel's joy and relief slowly started slipping into anger. Why had she been optimistic? Sel had always been worse than Lessandra and Lessandra had done awful things to her. Why did she think this was a good idea? Sel was going to tell their family and- and-

She couldn't face her father like this. She could barely bring herself to face Sel like this, the idea of her parents scrutinizing and plotting and judging? Or worse- trying to sympathize, to get onto her good side and do something even worse.

Her throat felt like it was closing up and she not so gently shoved Sel with her free hand in an attempt to break the tight hug. "It's- it's a long story." Bub managed to say, her voice breaking a little. "Lessandra got me out that day but- gods, Sel, she fucking started it. I dunno why- why she would do that, but I couldn't trust anybody for a long time after that, not- not even family." Bub explained softly, her words coming out mangled and scratchy and- wrong, really.

She holstered her baseball bat and clenched her jaw, gaze dropping to the ground before a jolt of realization made her head shoot up again and she reached out to forcefully grab Sel's shoulders. "You cannot tell our family that I'm here, I'm not ready to see them again. I don't even know what I'd say to them, and I don't- I just can't do that. Please, you've gotta promise me you're not gonna tell them." Bub said, voice urgent and a bit panicked but less choked up now. "It's nerve-wracking enough just being here with you."

[justify]Oh, turn your lamps down low [abbr=Isabel Cameron Felix, goes by Bub | Feminine pronouns, she/her | 15yrs Old | 5'6" | Hella gay]&[/abbr]
Keep the light so dim that you can't see [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Easy Mentally | Attacks with shotgun or baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
What's out there ahead of you [abbr=Hoarder multi-patterned mess aesthetic | Shoulder length black hair | Greenish blue eye color | Always seen wearing a mask and at least 2 layers of clothing | Severe burn scars on her face, neck and left shoulder which are always covered]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[Sel]

[align=center]

Selena Felix

//tw for overdosing and death and miscarriages and yikes

Bub shoved her away, which effectively made Sel let go, but she remained within arms reach of her sister. Even if Bub tried to move away, she'd still be right there. Like if she let Bub get too far, she'd slip away again, maybe this time forever. She couldn't let that happen, she couldn't lose her sister again.

Then Bub explained what happened the night she went missing. She swallowed, took a deep breath, and explained. "You remember Jaime, right? She was sick and we... we gave her something for it. She took too much, and ended up dying. Lessie blamed us, me and Dad, the whole family really, even though we were trying to help. So she burned the warehouse." Sel shrugged, swallowed again, wiped a hand under her eyes to brush away the tears. Lessandra's betrayal had hurt more than almost anything else she'd gone through, second only to believing that Bub had died. Not even the miscarriages had been that painful, though they made a very close third.

"I won't." Sel whispered, a fresh wave of tears pricking at her eyes. "But please don't leave. Please. I can't lose you again."

//this is so bad I'm sorry

[spoiler=INFORMATION &&— UPDATED 11/23/19]General —
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on the situation
▪ Biologically Female | Identifies as Female | She/her
▪ 25 years 11 months | 12/18/13 | Ages real time
▪ Member of Bluestem Prairie | Lady of Los Santos | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Former Warchief of the Badlands

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.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Important Info —
▪ Currently pregnant
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Drug dealer and enabler.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as fuck, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

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.
— Ambitious; arrogant; bold; bossy; brave; competitive; cruel; curious; cunning; dark; deceptive; egotistical; friendly; flirty; intelligent; irresponsible; manipulative; observant; sadistic; sly; stubborn; vain; wild

Relationships —
▪ Geoff x Eliza | Heir of the Felix Family
▪ Bisexual | Biromantic | Polygamous
▪ 1/2 Sank | 1/2 Selem | 1/2 Seleo
▪ Dating Mateo Suarez | Crushing on n/a
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Interaction —
— Physically Medium | Mentally Hard
— Trained with knives and poisons
— Prefers to fight with poisoned knives
— Relies largely on speed and agility
— No kill/capture/maim without permission
— Will kill/capture/maim with permission
— To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] & attack in underlined #440349[/spoiler]