PEANUT BUTTER VIBES | open, comics

[DEXTER.]

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well, this was a fine sight to see. a man acting like a child. sure, he saw this in himself on occasional days, but he was never as childish as to read comics - and in public? john had some serious nerve.. and guts. "whatcha reading?" dexter asked, dark brows furrowing as he approached. he ran a hand through john's flighty hair after he spoke, sand-colored eyes surveying the page over his shoulder.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [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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[Reggie.]

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[DEXTER.]

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holy shit, when did everyone get so flighty? sure, alright, the hair thing was a bit forward.. but come on! was he the only chill member of the badlands? wait, he couldn't rea- no, he could read. why did dexter touch him? good question; it was a question that he himself didn't know. because i can, i guess," he answered airily with a shrug.

the man stayed silent as he listened to the other stutter, taking a half step back as the rifle came into his line of sight. damn, has that guy's hair ever been touched before? "they're funny.. really?" dexter questioned, a crooked smile inching onto his face - he almost laughed aloud at his expression. aw, he was almost cute.

"i'm not trying to hurt you, your hair was getting everywhere." the light-skinned man added, returning to the previous question. was it true? the flighty hair had bothered him.. it had just looked so soft.

//same, sorry if this is crap cx

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [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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[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:550px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]"Yeah, they're funny," Johnny glanced down at the comic with an emberassed look. He should have stopped looking through them awhile ago, especially when he joined the group. They made him look like a kid, or act like a kid, or look stupid like a kid. Or whatever. Still, they brought him a lot of joy to look at and someone important had given them to him. He didn't care anyway, if he wanted to look stupid that was what he would do. Not that he wanted to be seen as an idiot. Just that, well, it was better then other things. Why did he always have to over think things? Ha, more like not think about things at all. Right? His thumb rubbed against the crook of his elbow.

Now his attention went to his own hair, which was definitely growing out. That needed to be fixed. "Oh," his empty hand began rubbing the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, "You think so?" Spacing out on the decision of whether or not to cut his hair the olive skinned man stepped forward. "Anyway, I'm Johnny, uh, John. I, uh, do you need anything?" He was probably suppose to say something witty, and definitely not stutter. What was witty? Something about his manliness or whatever? He didn't care about that. Maybe if the guy was interested in how to carve a character from wood or which superhero was Johnny's favorite. Which the guy wasn't, or it didn't seem like. The stranger seemed sort of mature and cool which he was not. "Yeah..."

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley

INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
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[ALYSSA,]

[align=center][div style="border:0px transparent;width:480px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt"][font=verdana]Comic books. She supposed she should be interested in them, being a kid and everything, and part of her actually was. Anything made of paper such as newspapers, books, notebooks and comics were burned over the recent years to make trashcan fires during the unforgiving Winter cold. Alyssa had one book that she kept in her small pile of belongings: It was the bible, funnily enough, and she didn't use it for reading. She drew over a page a day when she was bored-- often with a sharpie, just for the fun, just for the disrespect to the forsaken "God" that had abandoned the world in its time of need. Alyssa didn't know why she needed to read-- when she was younger her school teachers had taught her, which meant she automatically knew. But for the current life style? Reading was almost irrelevant. You needed to know how to reload a rifle in a matter of seconds, how to light a fire, which part of the human body to swipe at with a blade. Not to... Read.

The sound of voices drifting through the wind was enough to make the short girl halt in her tracks. Her throwing stars were held safely in her bomber coat's pocket and her knife was slotted in her boot, but she still felt exposed out on the street by herself. Deciding to go closer and see what was going on, she quickly spotted Dexter and Johnny along the street. Alyssa relaxed a little and walked over to the pair. "Do you have any others?" Alyssa asked suddenly, the soles of her boots leaving the sidewalk as she peered curiously across at Johnny and the book bag with the rest of the comics on top. She didn't want to pressure Johnny into sharing his belongings; she wasn't an animal, she wasn't going to snatch and run with it. "I haven't seen a comic since I was a baby." Despite being only fourteen years old, she was still considered a baby by a lot of people, however to her it was an achievement. She had survived by herself from a young age and that was everything nowadays. "Uh, I'm Alyssa by the way."

[spoiler=TAGS]+ Alyssa
+ Fourteen years old | Born February 6th 2002
+ Lives in The Badlands | Grunt of War
+ Female | She/her
+ Asexual | Single, not looking
+ Carries throwing stars with her at all times
+ Faceclaim: Isabelle Fuhrman
+ APPERANCE: Alyssa is described as being only 5'0 in height and very skinny for her age. She has dark brown/borderline black hair that is braided up into French braids, however her hair only reaches her collarbones so the ends of the braids stick out. Her eyes are dark and wide; she used to get bullied by her siblings and called Anime freak because of it. Her skin is very pale and unhealthy looking; across her cheek is an unevenly stitched scar from a knife attack. She has three piercings on each lobe and is often seen wearing black jeans, black boots and a green bomber coat. Never is Alyssa seen smiling or looking happy.
+ PERSONALITY: Unsympathetic, cold-hearted, quiet, strategic, blunt, child solider, unapproachable, always on edge, unintentionally rude, lots of trust issues, has a deep hatred for her parents, pessimistic.
+ HISTORY: Alyssa was only young when the world changed, so her memories of "the normal world" are hazy and (mostly) incorrect. After her siblings died from gun related violence, she witnessed her pregnant mother commit suicide. It was only few weeks into the apocalypse when she was orphaned and ever since has been travelling to find the right place to stay. Being a lone wolf from as young as eleven has made her stronger and colder towards normal life. She accidentally stumbled upon The Badlands and now resides there, living in an empty apartment by herself.[/spoiler]

[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:550px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"]  Johnny had been raised by two parents until he was eighteen, but it wasn't healthy. His mother had gotten pregnant sixteen times yet only eight kids were actually born. His father was abusive, didn't know how to control his emotions, and was just a bad father. For a lot of reasons that Johnny wasn't prepared to think about.

"Yeah! You can look," John nodded as he picked up a comic about Deadpool, "What 'bout this one?" He wasn't aware of the content since he didn't know how to read, and he didn't read much of that particular one because the guys maskless face scared him. Which was pretty weird considering the world he lived in. "And I have this one," he picked a Calvin and Hobbes comic collection book which was dirty and ripped up. Another comic was plucked from his bag which just so happened to be a girl one. He didn't know her name, but it was good for girls to see strong girls, right? Was that a thing? Surely. " Don't try to run off," he warned before holding the comics out to her. Kids made him relaxed. He had more experience dealing with kids and had better memories with them, plus he felt like he could relate to them more. Though this one seemed pretty smart considering she could read. "A friend gave them to me," nervously he kept an eye on the torn pages, "oh, and I'm Johnny. How old're you?"

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley

INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
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[DEXTER.]

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dexter regarded the newcomer silently, struggling to remember her name. alicia? thank goodness, she said her name. he was slightly interested in the comic called 'deadpool'; he sounded pretty badass to him. even the cover was interesting, although the person (deadpool, he assumed) was wearing a weird red and black outfit.. or did all superheroes wear that sort of.. thing? how would he know; he'd never even read a comic before.

oh.. were they introducing themselves now? "i'm dexter, or dex or whatever you want to call me.." the honey-eyed man commented. he glanced at the pile once again before adding, "could i see the deadpool one?" after reaching his hand out. he wasn't confident about his reading skills, but he could recognize some words and the pictures would help, right?

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [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
[/spoiler]

[Reggie.]

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