SINCERELY, ME / OPEN, JOINING

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[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px;"]There were rumors - there were a lot of rumors, really - that Inej could find somebody from miles away without so much as a name. The reasoning behind it varied: she had the blood of a hound running through her, she could see through the city walls, anything and everything outlandish that the feeble minds of the city slums could come up with. Really it was just that she had an excellent understanding of the Badlands territory even after being a part of it for only a few weeks. She knew it as well as she knew the peacock feather carved into her wrist, with every jagged edge and crawling black ink. It wasn't the comfortable kind of familiar, either. She also had an uncanny ability to know when something new was happening. Usually the city was dull and thick like cold grease, but sometimes somebody would hold a flicker of flame above it just to heat it up, and it started to spark and bubble.

The city was like that now. It seemed to hold its breath, and it all fixated on the boy at the edge, testing the unseen boundaries with a foul tongue and a prickle to his posture that gave him away: he was lost. Inej wasn't surprised; the only people who ever chanced upon the Badlands were either lost or with a death wish, or the rare few who were desperate enough to seek help. More often than not the Badlands slums would treat the latter like a ragged wolf happening upon a deer with a broken leg, jaws dripping and eager to swallow it up. Sometimes, though, if they were able to hold their head high enough and bare their teeth at the Badlands grunts, or if they caught the eye of the Top Dog, they could stand a chance.

Inej had seen far too many lost wanderers get staked down by this place. It truly was a dog-eats-dog world here, and not to mention the city was always watching and yearning for somebody to fall into the messily created trap with jagged teeth and rusty claws. It was impossible for Inej to not notice the uneasy shift in the atmosphere here, where dirty grunts lingered in windows or shadows to see if the pudgy stranger went for the bait, in the shape of poor clueless D'avin with his fiery tongue and cheerful introduction. He was one of the tamer, more civil grunts wallowing in this cesspit, and Inej was only waiting for when she would find his eyes rolled back in his head and mouth frothing, or a knife sticking out of his gut. The people here were restless, and anyone who didn't keep their eyes wide open became another rotting corpse in the back of an alley at some point.

Inej kept to herself, not revealing herself from the cover of the shadows. She hugged the rooftops, feet moving silently over the shingles until she was hovering a few houses away from them, close enough to watch and listen but to not be spotted. The people here were all too foolish to look up, and it only made her job killing them so much easier. A game of chess in which she was the shadow-veiled pawn, inconspicuous until she was one pace away from slitting the king's throat. As far as she knew nobody was looking for the blood of a boy with platinum hair and shaky hands - not yet. So she would mind to herself, keep eyes on him, and pray silently that he didn't end up stuffed in a dumpster with his insides sewn together in some bastard's basement. The Badlands was a cruel place, but she was in no place to turn people like him away.

[shizuknya]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;color:black;"]Karkat gritted his teeth when he saw the much taller male and female approaching him. While the girl seemed to hang back, the male had decided to speak to him. He shook his head and stared down at his feet as he tried to put together what words he was trying to say or what he was going to say. "Haha, that's so funny. I'm Karkat and I want to join whatever the hell it is you guys got here." he growled, frown deepening. He looked like an injured, feral animal; his eyes were wild and flickering around to each direction at the slightest sounds, his muscles were tense, and he looked like he might even just break down. He tried to hide a yawn, not wanting to seem like he was tired or weak. This place looked... or well it made him feel uneasy. The atmosphere was gloomy and he felt eyes on him everywhere.

&& excuse this!! I'm mobile and with family
[spoiler=and no one tells you where you went wrong]GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY / PINTEREST
& Karkat Vantas / Kar, KK[only Sollux can call him this]
& Pansexual / Homoromantic / FtM Trans / Masculine pronouns
& Unknown age / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& Flintlock Lodge / Official title / Unofficial title

RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not not looking / One crush[Won't admit it, though]
& NPC x NPC / Generation one
& No mentor / Closed for mentor
& ½ Solkat[OTP: Sollux x Karkat]

APPEARANCE / REF[1] / REF[2] / STATUS / HEALTHY [95%]
& Very short, kind of stubby legs
& Hair is puffy/wavy and white/platinum
& Has pale, white skin with freckles on his face and arms
& Eyes are a deep red, almost brown-ish maroon, color.
& Has a bit of chub on him but is still considerably strong; probably more muscle than fat
& Heavy bags beneath his eyes from lack of sleep
& Has an overbite almost equivalent to that of buck teeth; hates talking about it
& Fingernails are painted black or a dark maroon
& Wears blue skinny jeans, black converse, and a brown hoodie with red cut-symbol on it[ref 1]
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: N/A

PERSONALITY
& A fucking perfectionist and clean-freak
& Short-tempered; easily angered; anger problems
& Overwhelmed from stress; prone to mental breakdowns
& Mouth like a sailor; will at least had one 'fuck' to each sentence
& Around strangers he's tense and irritable
& With people he's close to he's relaxed around
& Normal: constantly annoyed but only a bit, won't lose his shit
& Actually takes a lot to get him so worked up[Wouldn't advise trying]
& Can get relaxed though if in the right mood
& Cares a little more for those he's close to; not-so-much for strangers
  — DISORDERS: Bad separation anxiety[Tries not to let it show], Eating disorder/Stress eats/Eats when he's stressed, Self-conscious/Has insecurities/Hears voices in his head telling him negative things

COMBAT & INTERACTION
& Medium physical difficulty | Medium mental difficulty
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold #974341 or bold underlined.
& Tag template © JAWS[/spoiler]

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[TATIANA]

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[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]"If we're talking about rules, you can't forget the most important one. Respect everyone above you in the hierarchy system. Unless you want to be beaten up, of course." Came the flyaway voice of Dylan Hearst as he approached the group. Following up behind the group was a tall boy in his late teens, wearing the classic attire he always wore: a dark hoodie, dark jeans and some sneakers. He appeared as if he had walked straight out a high-school, back before the power shut down, and the smile lighting his freckled cheeks was nothing out of the ordinary. The boy tucked his scarred hands into his hoodie's front pocket, his dark gaze flickering over the group. "I'm Dylan, by the way."

He had been here a few years, bubbling just under the level of activity that made him a regular. Dylan had always stuck to his initial plan: stay here in the Badlands and just... Survive. Hardly no friends, no relationships, just food, water, warmth and a weapon at all times. Surviving here came naturally after the first few weeks, and those weeks are the toughest. Frequent beatings to ensure you can endure the harsh reality here, eating the scraps you can find, knowing nobody or not knowing the route of the trash-filled streets. However, this guy looked more than capable. His sailor mouth alone was enough to convince Dylan he would be fine.

[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.

[shizuknya]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:440px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;color:black;"]He shouldn't be out here and, he knows this, yet here he is. He has nothing to keep himself warm besides the pullover hoodie he was wearing and his jeans. He doesn't know where he is, if anybody he knows is nearby; he's fucking lost. Everybody had left, a few he thought were probably dead or they thought he was dead. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to let them know that, no, he was not dead. He was alive and breathing, thriving just fine. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to survive all out on his own since he did have some doubts. He wasn't the smartest boy, to be honest. There was someone he knew that was much smarter than him but he'd never actually admit it. That'd be like finally surrendering to his enemy and then in the end be humiliated for all the world to see. So no, he wasn't going to admit that he was the smarter of the two.

Karkat raised a pale, freckled hand to rub at his eyes a small yawn making its way out. He was exhausted and anybody could see that from the heavy bags beneath his eyes and the fact that they were bloodshot. He didn't point it out or try to make it known, not wanting anybody to fuss over him. All it was was sleep deprivation; he lived off caffeine and rom coms. It wasn't healthy whatsoever but then again he hated himself enough not to give a shit. Karkat's sigh signified his irritation and the stress he was feeling at that moment, his muscles were tensed up and his hands were balled up into fists so tight his knuckles were turning whiter than they already were. "H-hello- shit!" Goddammit, he stuttered. He could tell his breathing was picking up pace already and he could feel his hands start to shake. 'You're being a pussy, somebody is around here somewhere..' he cursed to himself, frown deepening. "Hey dumbasses, come out!"

&& this sucks
[spoiler=and no one tells you where you went wrong]GENERAL INFORMATION / BIOGRAPHY / PINTEREST
& Karkat Vantas / Kar, KK[only Sollux can call him this]
& Pansexual / Homoromantic / FtM Trans / Masculine pronouns
& Unknown age / Unknown birthday / Undecided ageing ratio
& The Badlands / Official title / Unofficial title

RELATIONSHIPS / ROMANCE NOTES / ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛
& Single / Not not looking / One crush[Won't admit it, though]
& NPC x NPC / Generation one
& No mentor / Closed for mentor
& ½ Solkat[OTP: Sollux x Karkat]

APPEARANCE / REF[1] / REF[2] / STATUS / HEALTHY [95%]
& Very short, kind of stubby legs
& Hair is puffy/wavy and white/platinum
& Has pale, white skin with freckles on his face and arms
& Eyes are a deep red, almost brown-ish maroon, color.
& Has a bit of chub on him but is still considerably strong; probably more muscle than fat
& Heavy bags beneath his eyes from lack of sleep
& Has an overbite almost equivalent to that of buck teeth; hates talking about it
& Fingernails are painted black or a dark maroon
& Wears blue skinny jeans, black converse, and a brown hoodie with red cut-symbol on it[ref 1]
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: N/A

PERSONALITY
& A fucking perfectionist and clean-freak
& Short-tempered; easily angered; anger problems
& Overwhelmed from stress; prone to mental breakdowns
& Mouth like a sailor; will at least had one 'fuck' to each sentence
& Around strangers he's tense and irritable
& With people he's close to he's relaxed around
& Normal: constantly annoyed but only a bit, won't lose his shit
& Actually takes a lot to get him so worked up[Wouldn't advise trying]
& Can get relaxed though if in the right mood
& Cares a little more for those he's close to; not-so-much for strangers
  — DISORDERS: Bad separation anxiety[Tries not to let it show]

COMBAT & INTERACTION
& Medium physical difficulty | Medium mental difficulty
& All nonviolent, friendly and/or peaceful actions can be powerplayed.
& To engage in combat, attack using bold #974341 or bold underlined.
& Tag template © JAWS[/spoiler]

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