it's quite big | open, double joining

[baby]

[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase"]they've been walking for quite some time, haven't they? dean and him going who knows were. perhaps it's baby who wants to explore the world without a second thought? you best believe it. of course, going into the world like he is isn't such a great idea, with his word selection and all. baby doesn't know that the words from his mouth gives dean small panic attacks (or short frights; he sure can say some things) when he seems to be... suggestive. it's not on purpose– no, not at the least. he just doesn't give a second thought to words is all, and it might be the end of someone's life some day. dean's life? hopefully not. though, this isn't his main concern at the moment. it's the journey to some place new– some place different like he's used to. Being on the road is a normal thing they did and Baby liked it despite some thoughts on constantly going from place to place. As long as he had Dean then everything is sunshine and rainbows in his book. speaking of rainbows,have you ever seen one? pretty, right? makes baby appreciate the world when things look bleak. in this world baby knows it's not.. it's not the best, but wasn't this going to happen eventually? surely. nothing can stay the same forever.

a light sigh comes from the male as he comes to a stop, hazel eyes scanning the area ahead of them. right now they're looking for a place to stay. how long? the tall male had no idea, but whenever dean feels like it's time to go then they'll go. not too soon, of course. [b]"do you think other people like having strangers inside their private areas?" he murmurs, mostly to himself whilst standing on top of the grassy hill. still trees for miles and miles out. maybe he should have gotten a map when they had a chance? (Better yet, did they even know where they were heading? No, not at the slightest) The brown haired male turns to face Dean as if he were suddenly expecting the other to lead them to who knows where. brows press together in thought as he twists his body to look away from the other man, lost in his thoughts for a moment. didn't he say he wanted to go to a specific place? the um.. what was it called again? [b]"i, um, uh..." he's trying to piece his thoughts together after having a few minutes to think. [b]"i think it's this way." a hand is stretched out as the pointer finger is in the direction of the woods ahead of them.

shouldn't take much longer to reach their destination if he remembers right.

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eight days. it took eight days for them to finally reach their destination. with baby getting distracted and dean getting agitated times didn't help them reach the place any faster, but they're here. hazel eyes fall upon the building ahead and let's out a soft hum. do we look menacing? baby? probably not. long dark jeans with a plain gray shirt with a black hoodie on, accompanied by a regular black backpack. shoes? nah fam, what are those? the idea of shoes makes his face scrunch up in question. he's never had shoes before, so why wear them now? sure, dean's told him to get some, but did he listen? ...he has a pair within his backpack, but he doesn't use them, so he has them, but doesn't wear them. a fight to never win with baby. anyway; a light nudge is given to the older male as baby points to the cluster of buildings and stores. [b]"that's it!" he chirps and begins to make his way over.

the badlands.

why, out of all place, did baby want to stay here? well, it sounds cool and he's sure they're both capable of handling themselves. now, how to get someone's attention... he stops in the street with a thoughtful expression, eyes looking the buildings and storefronts once more.

// [member=2101]dean[/member]
when laziness get the better of you, but you still make the thread like you said

[Sel]

sel

She hated to say it, but no, Baby did not look menacing. Then again, neither did she, standing at a whopping 5'4" with a face too pretty, too friendly, to belong to a murderer or a thug. She walked lazily, not caring if her boots crunched on broken glass or looked almost as if she was drunk - her gait may be lazy and uncaring, but she was cautious enough to avoid tripping on cracks in the broken pavement and could switch to grace as fast as she could switch from upbeat and approachable to batshit and murderous.

She was too keenly aware of the facade she had to think that it was impossible for others to have one as well. So no, while Baby didn't look menacing, she made no assumptions. Assumptions could get you killed, especially in a group that was as likely to reward backstabbing as it was punish it.

"Can I help you?" Sel asked, her usual lazy smile on her face as she regarded the strangers. They were cute, she noted, but should they be here to join or trade, anything other than cause trouble really, there'd be time to appreciate that later. She didn't make assumptions, but she sure as hell appraised them.

//winks. also idk if you wanted me to wait for Bubba I can take this down if you want

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 6/1/17]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
▪ Ex-Warchief of the Badlands | Member

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single (for now) | Flirty
▪ ⅓ Heselby (Hector + Sel + Baby)
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | Lots of unplayed family | 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; observant; 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
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1
— 100 Oneshots[/spoiler]

[kahilfa]

DEAN WINCHESTER—

[justify]what kind of question was that? "yes if it-," dean starts before cutting himself off. they weren't talking about the same. they definitely were not talking about the same thing. it was harder that you'd think to remember than someone use to be your car. "no. no they do not. bad question. don't ask that ever again." dean had to start nipping this in the butt right now. the first time it happened he was far too shocked to even reply. sure, there had been a point where he imagined baby turning into a person with all the weird shit that happened he figured it was bound to happen. he just always imagined baby would be a girl and that their first words wouldn't be something about dean riding them. after everything, he'd imagine baby to have a dirty mind. not an innocent one with no filter. thank chuck sam was nowhere to be found because he'd never hear the end of it.

huffing out a breath, the blonde would run a hand over his face just as baby points off in what seems like a random direction. why don't we have a map? is it wrong if part of him thought baby would just know where they are going? nah. they've been moving around since before dean was born. dean trusted them. "your guess is as good as mine," he says as he starts down the hill in the direction of the woods. they might as well get moving. with any luck they'd just forge on through the woods and end up in the middle of this badlands place. surprisingly, dean was pretty sure it wasn't the one in south dakota.

but jesus christ did it feel like they walked to south dakota. dean had no idea where the hell they were but it took them over a week to find this damn place and over a week since he'd had a decent drink. he couldn't bring baby into the place. who knew what would come out of their mouth and what perv would take it the wrong way. so to say dean was relieved when baby said that this was it was one hell of an understatement. "thank chuck," mutters out the hunter hearing baby's announcement. it didn't look half bad compared to some of the places they'd walked past before this. honestly, dean just wanted to sleep. he didn't' want baby wandering off on their own. not with them just letting whatever came to mind come out of their mouth.

the sound of faintly crunching glass reaches the man's ears. instinctively, dean goes for his gun when a woman comes into view. an attractive would at that. he should relax but then again, mar could kick most people's asses and she was short too. dean would lower it back down to his side anyways. "we're looking for the badlands. this it?" tucking the weapon away, dean would flash the woman an easy smile as he nods his head over towards baby. "we've been walking for eight days now and at the very least could we crash here for a while."

i'm so proud of you
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[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="border: 0px black solid; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; font-size: 15pt; line-height: 150%;"]/IM DYING

Ok, this would be easy. Just greet people like Tatiana would. Like girl would, either her big bat and menacing looks- he needed a bat, he realised. He looked around, almost rapidly, before grabbing the biggest stick he could and heaving it over his bony shoulders. "you! Name? You have name?" the poor boy's English was still incredibly broken, but it was still sort of adorable.

[baby]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase"]the sound of glass breaking beneath feet makes the man turn in that direction, catching a glimpse of dean pulling up his gun. they don't say anything as their hazel eyes fall upon the short form of sel and can't help but smile. it's something they can't help, but it's nice to see there are some living people around these parts. a pretty female and they can't help but give a slight glance in dean's direction, a wide grin across pink lips as they're forming scenarios in their head and the end results. of course, it won't involve the two being on top of them, but they know dean likes to bring ladies to... the train of thought is lost when dean begins to speak and they release a light hum. honestly, they feel a little embarrassed at the fact of it taking eight days to arrive at the place. if they had a map perhaps they might have gotten to the destination sooner, but they're both alive, so that counts for something, right?

another smile is given to sel before their head tilts to the side to rest their gaze on roanoke. baby watches as he approaches them, then seemingly floundering a bit in search of something before picking up a big stick. "oh." they blink as the boy talks albeit in a.. choppy fashion. though, baby finds it to be endearing in a way and can't help but chuckle in amusement. "ah, that's quite a big stick you have. quite big and impressive." they chirp in a cheerful tone, seemingly pleased as they complimented the male. "that's dean–" they gesture to their companion before pointing to themself. "and i'm baby. dean's baby." they state, clearly proud at their words and seeing nothing wrong with it. though, they don't focus on the subject for long and gesture to roanoke. "You?"


bubba has already arrived so c':
thank you, bubs

roanoke is my son now

[kahilfa]

DEAN WINCHESTER—

[justify]sprays sat

not getting a reply from the unnamed woman, dean would catch a glimpse of movement behind her. he would look over at the source just in time to see another what he assumed was a badlander grab a large stick before propping it up on their shoulder as they walk over. despite its size, dean didn't see the stick being much of a danger to him or baby based on the difficulty it gave the boy to lift it up. unfortunately, it proved to be a different sort of danger when baby went to introduce himself. a soft choking sound comes from the older man hearing baby's remark. had dean not know his precious car was so innocent when it came to the real world, he might thought they were flirting. chuck help me. now he had to fix this since baby just kept going.

clearing his throat, dean would turn his focus over towards baby. "their name's baby, just to clarify." that didn't do much to help the situation, did it? hopefully, neither of their two new companions wouldn't linger on it too long. the chick ha yet to say anything and the one with the stick was speaking some sort of broken english. not that he was surprised seeing the state of this place and the world as a whole, but hopefully they wouldn't take it the wrong way like most people would. "so is this the badlands or what?" he asks after a moment. please tell me we're in the right place. no offense to baby, but it was doing his own temper and lack of sleep no good trying to keep them on track.
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[Sel]

sel

The older of the two grabs for his gun, prompting Sel to raise her eyebrows innocently. She knows she's fast, but she can't dodge a bullet. Her best bet was either gonna be convincing him not to shoot her, or getting close enough to get the gun before he gets the chance. "This is the Badlands." She purred, watching him lower his hand. She still slid forward, just a bit, closing the distance ever so slowly. "You can crash... if you say please." She batted her eyelashes, taking another tiny step forward.

She knew her gaze shouldn't leave a potential threat, but she couldn't help but glance back at one of the newbies, who was hefting a stick that looked as thick as his arm onto his shoulder, and barking out a broken question, asking their names. Oh yeah. Sel probably should find out their names so she didn't have to call them Cutie 1 and Cutie 2. Her attention moved back to the joiners in time to return Baby's smile. She chuckled, realizing very quickly that one way or another Baby was going to be quite amusing. "My name is Sel." She said, wondering how on earth he'd come to get the name Baby. It was more of an endearment than a proper name. "Yes, this is the Badlands." If Tat wanted to come grill them, she could, right now Sel was less interested in the why of these joiners than the who. She had their names, obviously, but that was not entirely who they were.

//this is shit I'm so sorry

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 6/1/17]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
▪ Ex-Warchief of the Badlands | Member

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single (for now) | Flirty
▪ ⅓ Heselby (Hector + Sel + Baby)
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | Lots of unplayed family | 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; observant; 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
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1
— 100 Oneshots[/spoiler]

[clover.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.3; text-align: justify;"]the woman approached the scene from, sporting a well-worn cardigan, legs and the typical pair of bright red flats. finally beside sel and roanoke, she gave the former a nod and the latter a warm smile before turning her attention on dean and baby. "hello there," clover greeted the men, silently sizing them up. "i am clover neraida maryam. it's a pleasure to meet the both of you." well, that was a half-truth as she had yet to know if they were rude and inconsiderate assholes ― then there would be no pleasure what-so-ever. a smile quirked on her black lips, full of amusement at her own thoughts.

//
[spoiler=INFORMATION | MAY TWENTY-SEVENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★ AND VIRGIN JOURNEYS LIE BEFORE US, PATIENT AND INSCRUTABLE
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover; won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three years old / mentally and physically an adult
— the badlands / grunt of prey

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★ THERE'S CLOUDS OF VISIONS, CROWDS OF VILLIANS
— never takes off the silver ring engraved with roses and vines on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and a passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature. but she hides this like of hers because she believes it's strange, and that she'll be judged because of it.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ MULLING IN WITHDRAWL x.
— physical health: 100% / mental health: 95%
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— 5'7'', considerably taller than most woman and tends to tower over many others. she has short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, and caramel brown skin that is typically covered with long sleeved clothing but from time-to-time she can be seen with a t-shirt. but usually, she is well-dressed. pierced ears, wears silver studs. scar across her stomach that is from when she was stabbed in the stomach. swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms but they are usually never seen due to her outfits. may be seen wearing a hijab.

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★ AND WHO WOULD MAKE THE SACRIFICE?
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits: literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / amity / mbti type
—

RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT I IS SUITABLE?
— homosexual homoromantic / single / not necessarily looking or interested
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older sister is priscilla
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT THE WELL-DRESSED WOMAN
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (rarely) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold white
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, andconceals one on the inside of her thigh as well as in her sleeves or pocket. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. along with that, she'll typically carry an automatic pistol on her hip.

OTHER ·ﾟ★ WITH A DULL CHAINSAW?
— heartchart / pinterest / bio / pm this account for plots