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"Right. So we chase them out." He had a devilish grin on his features--though not a particularly violent man, at least not often--like most badlanders, he had a streak of aggression. He wouldn't have survived otherwise, and it was an acquired taste, but there it was. "Well, let's not waste time waffling, darlings." He took out his own knife, a gleaming, long blade--about ten inches--and headed up, next to Sel. "Do the honors? Or would you like me to kick the door in for you, honey?"
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"Precisely." Sel said to John, glad that he had his own knife and that she wouldn't have to arm him with one of hers. "Go ahead." She told Mettaton - she probably lacked the physical strength to knock down the door, at least in one kick. For her to try she'd make a fool of herself, as would if she asked someone else to. But since he offered...
[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]
[align=center] DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
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He grinned, eager for a chance to demonstrate...what? His strength? Why would he care? Mettaton was self-confident to extremes, and he didn't often need to prove anything to himself. Of course, there was at least one person here he rather wanted to impress. And another he wanted to....assert dominance over, to put it bluntly. He'd like to see that puny John kick a door in.
Holding his hands up, so as to help his balance, the man turned, before smashing his boot into the old wood, knocking it clear of the hinges, splintering as it fell in. If it had been a fully stable, new door, he probably would have had much more trouble, but for a man as theatrical as Mettaton, the technique he had down pat--he'd done this before. Sweeping into a bow, he grinned at Sel. " After you, my dear."
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"Aren't you always the gentleman." commented Fenrir. Walking up to the scene with a curious amber gaze. Letting it flick to all of the current patrons before licking over his lips. Clapping Mettaton on the shoulder to switch it on to him. "I was expecting your leg to break instead of the door." a weak attempt at a compliment, but he's sure the intent would be passed on clear enough.
Letting go of the chain held steadfast at his side. Fenrir let Dog sniff along the inside of the doorway. His motive to find the 'treat' before it found them. He figured if he helped at least some--he'd be able to come visit on particularly freezing days. Not that he couldn't handle them. Sometimes he'd like to treat himself. And his dumb mutt when the snow hardened and cracked his usually soft paw pads. But to achieve that, he'd need to work.
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[i] weapons expert - pet rott - ic opinions
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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
Kicking out others seemed fun to be honest, after all that means she could use her handy dandy baseball bat on someone. Her green eyes flickering form one person who spoke to the other that spoke. God this going back and forth was getting boring but she was entertained by these relationships. She caught on pretty fast on the relationship between Sel, Mettaton, and Whiskers. Mettaton liked Sel, and Whiskers seems like he's just trying to be helpful, so Mettaton is ready at any moment prove how better he is than Whiskers is. Well this was sure an interesting dynamic, and Tatiana wondered how this will end up in time.
Mettaton offered to kick the door down, and like Tatiana, Sel would also lack the full strength to kick it down in one blow. But it's not like they aren't good fighters or anything, its just a fucking door, and too break a door off its hinges is hard as shit (yes she's tried). And once again to show Mettaton's 'worth' he took it upon himself to kick it down and Sel agreed. To Tat's no surprise Mettaton had knocked the door clear down and spoke once again. "After you, my dear." It was targeted too Sel, of course, after all it was the person Mett was trying to impress. Suddenly another voice came up and it was more of a comment to Mettaton.
"Aren't you always the gentleman." The girls green eyes fell on the figure of Fenrir, and Dog (god what fucking name is Dog, for a dog). But damn was he fun to talk to be completely honest. All this talk and not one person was in this fucking house yet. Tatiana rolled her eyes not waiting for Sel to walk in first, maybe it was a bitchy move, but hey, Tatiana was a bitch after all. Walking into the house the girl placed the baseball bat on her shoulder still gripping onto the handle with her right hand. Glimpsing back over her should, popping a bubble from her bubble gum.
"Come on already, I'm bored."
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29] GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:
INTERACTION
✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
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Sel flashed Mettaton a pleased smile when he kicked the door in, though inwardly she sighed about having to repair it or replace it. Before Sel could head inside though, Fenir sent Dog in and Tatiana headed inside. Fine by Sel, if there were any traps or people waiting to kill them, she wouldn't be hit. Considering Dog and Tat seemed quite fine though, it seemed that wasn't the case. "Let's go, then." She said, slipping inside and scanning the hall. Things were scattered about on the floor, and there wasn't nearly enough dust alongside it for this place to be unoccupied.
//y'all can have NPC opponents for y/cs if you want
[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]
[align=center] DARLING, DARLING, DOESN'T HAVE A PROBLEM
LYING TO HERSELF 'CAUSE HER LIQUOR'S TOP SHELF
IT'S ALARMING HONESTLY HOW CHARMING SHE CAN BE
FOOLING EVERYONE, TELLING HOW SHE'S HAVING FUN
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He snorted at Fenrir, but beamed. "Of courses my leg didn't break! I'm a dancer, you know--" He stopped himself before going on a tangent, and glanced warily at Fenrir's dog. He wasn't so sure he liked the beast. Dogs scared him, just a bit, and that one--he knew Fen kept it...so it wouldn't be particularly friendly.
He beamed at Sel's smile, but sent Tatiana a smirk when she told them to hurry up. He followed Sel in, looking carefully around at the interior, already seeing what he liked about the place. He got, admittedly, a bit distracted when he headed into a room alone, checking out the state of it, and he shouldn't have been so surprised when he stumbled over a simple tripwire, falling onto his hands on the floor. It was, luckily, nothing more than the wire--whoever'd set it up didn't have the resources or improvisational skills to have it trigger anything more serious. Still, the lanky man lost his balance, on the ground, and with a small curse, he quickly picked himself up--drawing his knife on--no one.
The room was empty. Whoever set this must have forgotten about it, and he glowered at the walls before quickly snipping the wire with his knife, so no one else dealt with it. He tried to shrug off the embarrassment of falling, and moved deeper into the house, when he did hear something, and was confronted by a large figure, almost his height and much larger in bulk--and he also had a knife.
Fuck. Mettaton had his, but already was backing up, keeping his balance, eyes carefully on the man. This wasn't great--but he wasn't alone. Still, one wrong move with his blade, one lucky move with the others', and it wouldn't matter if he were alone or with the whole of the badlands. His first move was to dodge the swing made by the hulking man, as he swung his own off arm, to block the knife of the other. His counter-swing, too, was blocked, and the way his opponent advanced--he was big, and he was hard to get away from. Metta's own pride kept him from barking out to the others, which was utter stupidity on his part--though he was grateful he'd snipped that tripwire. When the man swung again, it came fast, and Mettaton quickly jumped back before using his own knife to slash at the man's arm, his other arm going up to block any blows. He couldn't afford losing his right hand, even if it meant taking a hit. His hair wasn't in a ponytail, another stupid mistake, as it not only got in the way of his eyepatch, but now his good eye, too. He was fast, though--fast and agile, and his speed meant he was the first one to cut. Blood spilled from the forearm of his opponent and he moved in again, quickly slicing again--and the man, clearly not a well-practiced warrior, loosened his grip on his blade, and it clattered to the floor with another hit from Metta's left hand.
The man was huge, but without a knife, he was practically powerless, and Mettaton wasn't all that much smaller anyway--he felt relief as he gained the upper ground, and lunged again, knife quickly going into the throat and holding back the flow of blood, though Mettaton got caught with a fist in the chest, stumbling backwards as the other man toppled with the blade buried in his neck.
//ive never written a fight scene before rip i have no clUE how to d o it
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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
From walking in earlier then the rest of them the girl had decided she'd just head upstairs, of course she was prepared for anything that could come at her currently. The teen as one edge as usual, but adrenaline flowed through her like a river, her green eyes vibrant and deadly. She was lethal there was no denying, you may be seeing a small girl, weak and frail but that is one big understatement for her. The girl scanned the area as she found a bed in a room that looked like it had been slept in recently, messy, and if it wasn't for someone being in the house the blankets would have been taken already guaranteed. Lifting up a blanket from the ground the girl didn't find a special hidden object of anything.
Tilting her head slightly she believed to have seen something glint in the sunlight come threw the window, and it was in a half shut drawer of the nightstand next to it. Bending down to open it she wasn't greeted very well by being grabbed by her hair. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, no one touches her hair, that was a big motherfucking no, no. She didn't care about someone being around her, but this bastard was pulling on her hair. The person had gripped her hair from her left side and they stood a bit to her left as well. With a quick action the girl held her baseball bat in hand in with a quick turn with the person still gripped onto her hair she guessed where the person head was. With the turn it gave the bat a bit more of acceleration, a bit more of a oomph to it. Aim slightly off as she hit the man in the neck but he stepped back quickly. Well he didn't step back more like he stumbled, coughing harder and harder every given second, suddenly to start coughing up blood. She held the baseball bat tight in hand as she looked at the now hunched over lean man. A little blood pool beginning to form as he soon dropped to his knees as she could tell he couldn't breath from being hit directly in the throat.
Walking up to the man she looked down at him as he progressively got lower to the ground. "I don't like it when strangers touch my hair." She could now see that the man's air passages hand collapsed from the violent hit to the throat. Taking the baseball bat one again she pressed it onto the mans back making him fall down completely as he kept spitting up blood. Lifting her skirt up to take out her butterfly knife out with a quick amount of speed, she flicked the knife open, before stabbing the man in the side of his throat pulling it out as quickly as it had gone in. It didn't take long for the man to stop breathing now.
But as this happened she could hear the commotion of Mettaton fighting someone. She'd figure that out what was going on in a bit, she needed to figure out what was in that drawer after all. Walking over the now dead man she pulled on the handle, pulling the drawer out enough to see the item hidden inside. There was a lighter (yes ma'am), a pack of cigarettes (hell yes), and two throwing knives, plus a random kitchen knife. It was worth it she thought, after all she needed more cigarettes, but she wasn't even done searching this room or the other rooms in the house, there was possibly others hidden in here some where.
[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29] GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ Spotify playlist ✨
NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.
PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%
PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed
INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter
RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:
INTERACTION
✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures [/spoiler]
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