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[Reggie.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"] Johnny stared at an old, crooked door that looked as if it had been kicked in. His hand tightened on his rifle's barrel. The pale fingers of a woman poked out from behind the door, her hair matted in blood. God, he hated this place. He didn't want to find a corpse when he was just trying to get himself out of the rain, who would? Well, whoever had killed her maybe. Unless she had killed herself. It wasn't impossible and when the cramps of starvation started in your stomach a bullet didn't seem so bad. He'd been there. Though it was more likely she had been murdered, at least with what he had seen. The palm of his hand began to rub against his eye as he turned away. He was tired, and hungry, and irritable. The rain was probably ruining the items in his backpack too. Which certainly didn't help.

Angrily he kicked in the door next to the home in which the woman's corpse was slowly becoming nothing. No one was inside, for the most part it was dry. Good enough. Clumsily he dropped to the ground one hand at his rifle and the other gripping his bag. Fucking Christ, he hated this place.

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley

INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Unlike most humans, Sylmae was terrified of thunderstorms, so rain sort of fit into that category. Anything that promised the possibility of thunder was a no go for the little lady. Perhaps she just had a fear of loud sounds, but it only tended to range around thunder, though she hadn't really been exposed to that many loud sounds to properly know. At the first sign of rain, Mae had taken shelter in the first place she had found, unfortunately the same house that Johnny had found, only she had a different way of entering. Through a window in the back of the house. The slender female had pulled all of her stuff into the house and was settled up nicely in the kitchen, eating quietly from a can of food when she heard a loud banging up front and the grunt of a human, most likely male by the sounds. She tensed, almost scared of the idea of moving forward and going to see who it is. Perhaps whoever it was would attack her, as she often did on accident when people snuck up on her. With a healing wound, she wasn't sure she was ready for a fight. Biting her bottom lip, she slid from the warmth of her tent, pulling her blanket over her shoulders as she moved up to the doorway and poked her head around the corner, fixating her gaze on the guy.

"Uhm.. H-hello? Please don't shoot.." Mae called softly as she leaned back, hiding behind the wall. It was going to take her a bit to grow brave enough to fully show herself but for now, she was hoping to gather his attention so he would know he wasn't alone. She didn't want to risk him getting spooked by her and beating the life out of her. She likely couldn't hold her own in a fight and her katana was in the tent, a good distance away from her. Probably not a smart choice.

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This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
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GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
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RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
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PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
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PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
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EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
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INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE

[Reggie.]

[[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt;"] Huh? With a tired expression he looked over at Sylmae. He had no interest in hurting someone, it was wrong, and she was a girl too so that just made him even more tired. "Hi," Johnny responded before placing his gun on the ground beside him, "did you already join the badlands?" He'd never seen her before so there was a possibility she was just some girl who had wandered onto the territory. If that was the case, well, who cared? Maybe she wasn't a bloodthirsty killer like everyone else.

Slowly he opened up his bookbag, pulling out a ratty, but clean hand rag. He glanced at the girl as he rubbed rag on his hair so it wouldn't stay wet, which would only give him a cold. "Its raining," god what a dumb thing to say. Of course it was raining, no duh! With the manners of a dog he wiped away snot from his nose with his shirt. "there's gonna be a lot of mold."

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[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ JOHNNY CHRISTIAN ROSS | CIS MALE
★ Greysexual | Biromantic
★ Single | Scared of relationships
★ 26 years old | gemini
★ grunt of badlands

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ has mental truama concerning his upraising.
★ adores comic books especially any ninja turtle merch.
★ can't read or write.
★ has trouble expressing himself and understanding things.
★ is very childish due to mental truama and has difficulty.
★ is inhumanly strong and hates it.
★ fc. is Bob Morley

INTERACTION:
★ is dense when it comes to friendship.
★ mentally medium and physically difficult.
★ despises hurting others and refuses to fight.
★ Attack in Bold Black
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Mettaton was a busybody, first and foremost. He had seen Syl wander off, and considering he'd already heard some unfriendly threats towards her, the headhunter felt it was a good idea to...well, follow her. The little lady had gone into a house through a window, and, though the rain was something the stylish male wasn't super fond of, he did not want to climb in through a window to make sure his friend was safe.

Taking a bit of a stroll around the building, lamenting the way his hair began to get soaked through, and his tight, dark clothing beginning to get cold and damp, he did find the front door--and looking inside--there she was. But there, too, was another. Someone he didn't recognize.


Ahem." HE cleared his throat, softly--he wasn't exactly scared of the man but it felt rather appropriate to let him know of his presence. "Syl, darling--are you quite all right in there?"

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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 | headhunter


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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