Shakey Fingers - Joining, O

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[align=center][size=8pt]At this point, all he could do was breath, with his eyes downcast and his shoulder hunched. It was like being scolded over nothing again, but at least this time it wasn't over absolute bullshit. This lady had a point, even though she was probably hardly older than himself, who... well, if he remembered right, he was somewhere around Sixteen this year. "Y-yes ma'am," he spoke up, lifting his eyes cautiously as she offered him up a choice. He furrowed his eyebrows at the choice, creating a hard crease between his eyes. "Grunt of Prey." That choice was easy enough, he could catch food, if that's what it entailed. He'd rather whatever a Grunt of Prey was, than a Grunt of War. If he got put out there for battle he'd be cannon fodder...

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="border: 0px black solid; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%;"]thats when little ro would walk up, blue eyes wide and curious. He looked over to his sister, Tatiana, and moved to gently jab Trevor in the chest with his thick wooden club. For someone as small as Roanoke, he could carry more than you'd expect. "girl! Ta-tee-on-ah! No meat on boy! Like me! Boy strong like me?" he questioned.

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Trevor winced, eyes narrowing down at Roanoke. What...? He tensed, his eyebrows furrowing in a mild annoyance. "Probably smarter..." he murmured under his breath, avoiding looking down at the little guy. His face flushed in exasperation and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking back down to Roanoke. "But... not really strong." His shoulders fell.

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]The brown-haired boy watched the exchange curiously, wondering what a Grunt of Prey actually did. Majority of the Badlands were on the War side, himself included, but it was interesting to see Trevor go against the flow. Dylan already liked him. "Welcome to the Badlands. I'm Dylan." Smiled the taller boy with a curt nod, his hands working themselves into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. He was not an indimidating soul - only tall, but skinny, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, light hair and a friendly smile. Unlike the others, he kept minimal weapons on him at all time.

/ sorry, i'm kind of museless today : (

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GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls)
& 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 Ivan Martinez | 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.

PERSONALITY/OTHER NOTES.
& Often smiling. Can turn anything into a joke, will always be the optimistic one.
& Most of the time he sticks to himself, hiding away in his apartment. This is because of his haunting memories of his childhood.
& Loves animals. Mostly dogs.
& Although friendly and smiley, he will not be afraid to get his hands dirty if need be.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& Daisy Hearst + NPC father
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& He lived with his twin sister, younger sister and parents. His father was very abusive. Eventually his mother and little sister left; a year later, so did his twin sister.
& A few days after his twin left, he turned thirteen. That same night he ended up "accidentally" almost killing his father with a broken vodka bottle. To hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house and smoked a cigarette on the front yard while his father screamed inside.
&. He then lived in New York for a few weeks. He joined a gang to survive and lived there for two years, although he never really belonged.
& 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 past.

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Trevor bit his lip, still feeling that unhappy knot in his stomach. While he'd joined in hopes for protection, at least for a little until he knew how to do it himself... it looked like not only was he being thrown from the frying pan and into the flames, but he ended up immediately offering his growing skills as a doctor to them to try and save his skin. Whether it worked or not, he wasn't sure. "Hello, Dylan. Uh, I don't remember if I said, but-but I'm Trevor Hunter." He wrung his hands together, feeling the urge to pick at the skin around his nails. "Trev is usually fine, or anything else, really." A shrug and a little sniffle; at least this guy was genuinely kind, Trevor could help but offer up a small, timid little smile back, his teeth spaced in the middle with the obvious need for straightening, not that he'd get it.

[TATIANA]

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