bring the world to its knees | JOINING

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]Dylan hadn't meant to be wandering outside the main part of town, but adventure always seemed to call his name and the forest nearby had been so inviting. Staying cooped up was an impossible task to the late teen and he wasn't surprised to find himself out here again. He simply wanted a walk to clear his head, shake off the feeling of unease that had been growing, but instead he had found this man. Finding someone face-down in the mud and grass was enough to make his instincts ring in his ears, almost like an alarm; the throwing knives hidden in his belt were out in a flash and held close to his body as he approached the stranger, his steps laced with caution. The male didn't look much older than him, maybe in his early twenties, and that seemed to relieve the pressure a little.

"Yo, buddy?" Questioned the brown haired boy awkwardly, lifting a tattered sneaker and gently prodding the injured man on the shoulder. He looked like he was in bad shape; the kind of shape Dylan often found him and his twin sister in after their father had had too much to drink. Part of his heart swelled to help the stranger, give him some of the water in his backpack, maybe offer him a pair of shoes, but this was the Badlands and Dylan knew it was near impossible to be accepted, let alone survive with all these serious injuries.

As he stood dithering on the ground beside D'avin, Dylan finally decided to wake him up, or at least attempt to. Maybe he was already dead. He crouched down so he was closer to the guy. With gentle hands, he reached out and shook the man's shoulder slightly more firm than he had before. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

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GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls) | Single
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle, although he has next to no ammo so nowadays he goes for a set of throwing knives.

APPERANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Timothy Granaderos | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& NPC x NPC [Parents names never mentioned]
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& All their lives, Dylan and his siblings had been beaten and abused by their father. When the power shut down, the Hearst family decided to stick to their family home and wait it out. One by one his two sisters and his mother panicked and fled; when it was just the two of them, Dylan and his father got into a fatal fight. He ended up accidentally killing his father with a broken vodka bottle and to hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house. He then lived in New York for a few weeks, barely making ends meet and sticking with the gangs formed. After he got bored of the typical gang life, he ventured out into the rest of the country by himself.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his crime to his father and because he disagrees with unjust killing.

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Some stroke of fortune--good or bad--had sent the warchief after Dylan unknowingly--Mettaton's imposing yet flamboyantly dressed figure had been patrolling this edge of the city, as was his wont--he liked to take his skates and zoom as fast as he possibly could through the streets, and even before he'd found the marvelous blades, Mettaton had always been interested in intercepting newcomers. However, this time he wasn't first-- and upon noticing Dylan's crouched form, the warchief frowned curiously at the sight, and quickly removed his skates so he could approach without getting mud in the trucks. "Hey--hey! What's going on over here, hm?" He was now barefoot, and his voice was tinged with squeamishness as he teetered nearer, and then with some inquisitive concern, his brow furrowed. "Is he dead?" Mettaton placed his hands on his knees, bending to inspect the figure. Strong, muscled, but in poor clothing and looking in worse shape than most of the badlanders--which was, frankly, saying something. Mettaton was a warchief--and he had his ruthless moments, certainly, but in all honesty, he wasn't exactly interested in killing someone who looked half dead off the bat. Not that he expected the fella to survive long, if the badlands was indeed his destination.

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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 | warchief


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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[ajdawny]

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]In a way, Dylan had sort of hoped the guy was dead. The Badlands was a toxic environment if you didn't adapt quickly, and having all these injuries would make this guy a serious target. Unless he wasn't looking to join, then he would have trouble getting away alive. His dark eyes skimmed over the bleeding wounds curiously; after a few seconds of deep thought, he began to shrug off his backpack.

"This is the Badlands." The late teen said causally, unzipping the black bag he had always had. Even when he still lived with his family, Dylan had walked to school with this very backpack on his tiny twelve year old shoulders. Of course, over the years it had become worn in and ripped numerous times, but each time he - shamefully - attempted to sew it up. Since arriving to the Badlands a few years ago, he had managed to keep it in good condition. "I'm Dylan, that's Mettaton." The brown-haired boy nodded in the Warchief's direction, hoping that Mettaton didn't mind that he had given away both their identities. "What's your name?"

After digging around in his backpack for a few seconds, he pulled out a tightly ravelled bandage. The majority of his supplies were back in his apartments, stashed away in a hidden place in his bedroom in case he was robbed. He rolled it around in his hand before tossing it in the direction of D'avin. "Here, you need it more than I do."

[spoiler=TAGS]
GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls) | Single
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle, although he has next to no ammo so nowadays he goes for a set of throwing knives.

APPERANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Timothy Granaderos | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& NPC x NPC [Parents names never mentioned]
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& All their lives, Dylan and his siblings had been beaten and abused by their father. When the power shut down, the Hearst family decided to stick to their family home and wait it out. One by one his two sisters and his mother panicked and fled; when it was just the two of them, Dylan and his father got into a fatal fight. He ended up accidentally killing his father with a broken vodka bottle and to hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house. He then lived in New York for a few weeks, barely making ends meet and sticking with the gangs formed. After he got bored of the typical gang life, he ventured out into the rest of the country by himself.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his crime to his father and because he disagrees with unjust killing.

[ashen]

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Mettaton rose to his feet quickly as the stranger stood, drawing up to his full height so he could appropriately stare him down, if necessary, and folded his arms. This fella was beaten all over, and when his steps teetered, Mettaton instinctively stepped back--he didn't want that mud and blood and grime on him, no sir. In fact, the more he got a look at him, the more the warchief wanted to leave this one to Dylan--who, bless his soul, had tossed the guy a bandage. Maybe it would help, but the state this traveler was in now, he needed a bath more than anything else--a bandage like that would just get muddy and trap whatever bacteria he was festering in, inside his wounds.

Mettaton didn't really want to carry this guy. But he also didn't want to leave him out here to die. If he got himself into a fight and killed in the Badlands, that was one thing. But just abandoning him out here? It was a bit more heartless than he was inclined. He sighed, quietly, his grey-blue eyes rolling with exasperation. "...I have more supplies at home. If we want to take him back--get him cleaned up." He addressed Dylan, not sure he wanted to hear from the obviously loopy stranger.

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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 | warchief


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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[ajdawny]