OH WHAT A BEAUTY--new member of the mtt family, open

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Mettaton had never been much of an animal person. He'd been young when the blackout occurred and for most of his life, animals were dangerous--feral dogs, mostly--and he was taught to stay away from them. They carried disease, and they were only good for food--of course, his parents and he mostly subsisted off canned food; they'd been lucky enough to find an almost untouched stock when he was young. He'd grown up scared of most animals, and hesitant around anything that wasn't an immediate threat--being headhunter as he was, seemed just a touch ironic.

However, one day, Mettaton had been cleaning his and Sel's home--nothing too serious as he wasn't a huge fan of housework, only the more...decorative aspects were up his alley--when he heard a sound. A mewling sound.

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Ten minutes later and he was outside, on his hands and knees, holding out a tiny piece of dried fish to a soft, small, white cat with brilliantly blue eyes. "Here, kitty kitty--" He murmured, smiling eagerly as the cat began to sniff at the food in his long fingers. "You're so pretty--can I take you home?  I mean keep you home? You're beautiful--a real Belle."

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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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[GUNSLINGER.]

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"hooley dooley! that's a beauty!" he had always seemed to be finding mettaton when he's alone, huh? seems like it. but he didn't seem to mind. he was just looking at the cat. "it's a wonder that someone hasn't eatin' it yet, mate."

[lolalancaster]

[div style=" width: 420px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; margin:auto; color: black;"]i was hungry. recently, i'd been contemplating the possibility of cannibalism; rumour had it that our all–powerful top dog, blake, practised it regularly, but blake could kill anyone she liked, and i couldn't. still, if cannibalism was what was trendy, then i probably wasn't at any risk of being eaten any time soon. my heart and lungs were black from smoking, and there was barely anything else of me left to eat. i wouldn't necessarily be a tasty morsel. but there were plenty of people with more meat on their bones. that giant that had been wandering around lately – damon? damien. that was his name – looked like he'd be pretty good, but he certainly wasn't easy pickings. he was dumb, though. like, really dumb. fen had him twisted around his little finger, and it was hilarious to watch. but i couldn't eat funny. i was hungry.

i was not an animal person. but i wasn't particularly opposed to the little fuckers, either. i shared my home with roaches and rats and all other kind of nasties, and so long as they didn't eat my food or nibble my fingers in the night, i was fine with them. but if i got hungry, i'd kill and eat one of them faster than you could say rat bacteria. that was what i was considering doing. i was wandering through the streets, swinging my bat lazily at my side, glancing around for a potential source of food. maybe i could trade something for some, but i didn't feel like doing that when i had a perfectly viable – if slightly disgusting – option at home. i was about to turn around and leave when i heard jamison's not–so–dulcet tones.
"hooley dooley!"

following the voice with a curious frown on my face and bat slung over my left shoulder, i soon happened upon a scene i hadn't anticipated. mettaton, on his hands and knees – likely not an uncommon position for him, probably – trying to tempt a cat. a very small, very pretty cat. pretty kitty. might look even prettier as my dinner. i approached slowly, raising my eyebrows and stopped, standing beside jamison and looking down at the cat. you could practically see me licking my lips as i stared at the little animal. it certainly looked more solid and cleaner than the rats i lived with, and it'd make a better meal. maybe i could barter it off mettaton. i didn't have any makeup, to the best of my knowledge, but maybe i could whip something up.
"what do you want for it, met?"

[color=black][spoiler=tags — updated feb 2]
GENERAL
– dolores 'lola' candida lancaster
– apathetic about her gender | she / her, its / it, they / them
– sixteen years old
– unrestricted sexuality
– borderline personality disorder | hypersexuality and sex addiction
– badlands | grunt

BACKGROUND
– was sexually, physically, emotionally and verbally abused by her father for much of her childhood
– her mother regularly neglected her, refusing lola food and shelter in her own home
– grew up half–wild and having to fend for herself
– eventually beat her father to death with a baseball bat and ran away aged thirteen
– has been with the badlands for a year and a half

PHYSICAL
– stands at only five foot tall
– skinny, bony and underweight due to malnutrition as a child
– very naturally pretty but rarely invested in her appearance
– small facial features that make her appear pixie–like; upturned nose, pointed chin, high cheekbones and strong eyebrows
– her golden–blonde hair is always messy and tangled
– her clothes are mostly several sizes too big for her and often torn in various places

PERSONALITY
– selfish, meddling, arrogant, crude, loud-mouthed, dirty-minded, messy, animalistic, frequent liar, difficult, violent, obnoxious, bossy, mocking, insulting, angry, cruel, mean, delirious, delusional, savage, tease, sexual, threatening, fucked up, self-loathing, traumatised, erratic, compulsive, instinctive, attention-seeking, unstable, brutal
– enfj – the protagonist
– attention whore | bratty half–pint | little miss snarker | mouthy kid | cute bruiser

RELATIONSHIPS
– npc x npc, both dead
– single | not a romantic person at all

INVENTORY
– 1 x metal baseball bat
– 1 x semi–automatic handgun
– 4 x penknives
– 1 x lighter
– 3 x pack of cigarettes
– 1 x water canteen
– 1 x hip flask, empty
– 2 x packs of bubblegum

INTERACTIONS
– medium physically | extremely hard mentally | savage
– physically very aggressive and lacking in inhibition, despite her small size
– fights very dirty and is squirmy and difficult to catch
– will probably hurt you a lot before you get a chance to hurt her
– precise shot with a gun

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//i feel blessed lola is on this thread and WOW SHES SAVAGE

The headhunter was practically purring himself as the cat took the bit of fish, but the shout of 'hooley dooley', whatever the fuck that meant in kangaroo land--surprised him and he shot up, sitting back on his haunches and turning to stare up at two people. A), the guy who somehow was even lankier than him, and B)-- the girl who'd been telling people to fight for a pair of rusty scissors.

He admired her sense of...entertainment. Still sitting, his smile began to droop into a look of confusion--and then his eyes widened and he shook his head quickly. "No! I'm--she's not going to be eaten--Jamison I swear--" He glanced at the cat and scooted a bit closer, his boots scuffing against the dusty concrete. "Lola, stay away from my cat, darling--" He wanted to pick her up--keep her safe from these two, but if Belle ran off--he still had only met her for about five minutes--he'd never find her again and they'd eat her. "I mean it."

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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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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Cats. Just the kind of creature Mae had a soft spot for. She smiled a little as she moved forward, towards the group, and tipped her head to one side, mocha eyes fixating on the little critter as she giggled. The soft sound that escaped her was likely unexpected, something not heard often from the generally quiet female, but she couldn't help it. "She's.. really adorable. Have you picked a name?" Mae questioned, trailing off shortly after that as she found she was talking more than she'd like in such a big crowd. The brunette crouched down and outstretched one steady hand towards the small creature in hopes of gathering her attention so she could pet it. She hadn't seen a living cat in so long, it was almost a miracle to her.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
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GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
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RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
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PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
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PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
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EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
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INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE

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Mettaton beamed at her, nodding immediately. "She's Belle--oh--" He looked a bit worried as she moved forward, as the cat tensed up. "Maybe--let's just--let her be?" He paused, glaring at Jamison and Lola. "If either of you--get near her--"

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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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