Picking A Fight -Private: Johnny-

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae was not pleased with the weather looked today. It was raining harder than she had seen in a while, but she has to see that there was no thunder today. At least she could enjoy the rainstorm, the best she was able to given she wasn't a huge fan of it. She stared at the droplets of water as they fell from the sky and hit the puddles, splashing up and creating ripples. It was peaceful, and the slender female was settled on her porch, book in lap, cup of tea in hand, although it was cold tea. She probably would have much preferred a hot tea but she didn't want to build a fire in her home to heat it up, so for now, she was settling for cold tea, and a warm blanket. Her little wolf-husky hybrid was curled up at her feet, nose buried in the blanket and sleeping silently. The puppy and her books and her paintings kept her sane, but she had been doing so much painting, it had been time for her to finally stop. And so she had.

Paint splotches coated her uncovered arms and the air around the house, once you got close enough, still smelled of paint, but that simple fact was something soothing for her. It reminded her of when she was all alone, traveling and doing whatever she could to make ends meet. Now she had a home, a place to call her own and she was no longer doing so bad. She was just struggling with the idea that everyone lived near each other but they were all only helping themselves. That wasn't how Mae rolled and she doubted she would be able to do that for long but she was doing her best to get used to it.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
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;"] thank you for making this! I actually wrote up a thread and then my phone died haha//
Johnny has grown up in a house made forty years before he was born. A two story house with a large backyard and three bedrooms. Whenever he thought back he had to admire that there had been such a haven in the middle of chaos. Of course that hadn't been a haven really, places like that never were. So, when he thought of the house he also thought of his mother crying after another miscarriage, his six other siblings huddled in the corner as he tried to convince his drunken dad everything was okay. He'd only been the oldest by two years and yet he'd held the burden. Not that he wanted his siblings to have to deal with his family's issues, it just was a hard job. Protecting himself from not only both his parents, but the small town too. Despite its safe, healthy outlook it wasnt like that at all. Women were beaten by men, which was met with children being beaten by mothers. Girls had been looked at as, well, as nothing more then something to get pregnant. Men were seen as superior unless they were like women, in which they were nothing but things to pass the time with. It had been a bad place for a child to grow up in especially since Johnny was a very feminine, small child. Always doing the household chores, cooking the food, making sure his siblings were okay. Even better everyone said he was "special", but there wasnt anything special about what they were talking about.

He was gone though, and that was that. There was no more fear of getting hurt or whatever else happened. Here it wasnt safe either. It wasn't his family though which made it seem like paradise. Luckily he had grown into a big guy too. Well, he didn't like how he looked or how he was strong, it made him feel like he was gonna hurt things. So it was good for surviving, just not when it came to him wanting be gentle or seem friendly. He'd never been good at expressing himself either. Big and dumb, with something wrong in his brain. What was the word they used? Ah, he didn't know. Something with a "r" maybe. Stupid, idiot, there wasn't a specific word so why try to think up another one?

A noisy sneeze came from him. Oh jeez, he didn't need to be getting sick, that would be the death of him. Another sneeze popped out that was so hard it made him see little, colorful dots. Rubbing his nose across his sleeve Johnny glanced to his side. There was someone right outside a house doing.. Something. Sitting in the rain? What a dumb thing to do. Maybe they didn't know that though. There was a chance the person was a child, in which case he definitely ought to warn them about getting a cold. Right? Right. Maybe it was because he was used to taking care of other people, or maybe he was just a nice idiot. "Hey," he called out, "you're gonna get a cold!" Determined to get this kid, or whoever it was, inside and safe he stomped forward. Mud clung to his boots as he went along until he stopped. Oh, it was that lady. "Oh, what're you doing?", he was right at the proch steps, "Uh... Did I ever tell you my name?" Gosh, had he? If so he couldn't remember it. His eyebrows pushed together as he again wiped snot on his sleeve like a little kid.

// my uh muse.. Hoo


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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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Sylmae was a little startled when she heard a voice calling out to her, especially one that didn't sound like it was angry at her, which was generally the only time someone yelled at her. Shifting in her chair, Sylmae looked up as she spotted Johnny in the distance and she confirmed that he was unaware that it was her. As he grew closer, she smiled a little bit and tilted her head as she looked at him. "I mean, I uh, do have a porch with an awning.. So I'm not exactly.. getting rained on?" She said and glanced up towards the still in tact roofing over the porch that she rested on and she shifted in her chair, pulling the blanket off her small form and holding it out towards him. "You, on the other hand, look extremely wet and perhaps like you are getting sick." She stated as she witnessed him wiping his nose on his sleeve and she felt bad for him. She didn't want him to get sick or worse than he might already be and so she continued to hold the blanket out to him, her gaze insisting that he take it from her and wrap it over his shoulders.

The little husky-wolf hybrid hopped up from under her feet and moved forward, sniffing at the boots of the male before she scampered away and darted into the house to lay down somewhere inside. She looked after her pup briefly before she looked up towards Johnny and took a giant step into bravery. "Perhaps you could uhm.. come inside and warm up? I could.. make you some tea..?" She offered, hoping that perhaps it would encourage him to come in out of the cold breeze and warm up.

[You're so welcome! I have no muse I'm so sorry hun!]

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
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
​
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]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
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;"]Johnny hesitated for a moment before timidly taking the blanket. With one hand he took of his soaked jacket before resting it on the railing. After that he happily wrapped himself up, though it wasn't very big he tried. "Inside?" With a girl? No, there was nothing weird about it, they were friends, of acquaintances at least, so it was fine. Completely fine. Instead of answering vocally the socially inept loser nodded. Tea sounded good. Gosh, his mother used to have tea, some weird yes that he wasn't suppose to drink. Not even her husband could drink it. Whatever it was she'd called tea. He'd had regular tea too, the brewed stuff that tasted like earth and mint. "What flavor is the tea?" He asked gently as he slipped of his boots, showing some sort of manners. Despite living here quite awhile Johnny's never thought of actually making a home. He preferred the outdoors despite all the risks, but it sure was nice actually being in a regular old house. Cozy, comforting. Things he missed.

Self conscious, he stayed at the door. If it could be avoided he wouldn't drag in any dirt, but at the back of his mind he knew it was so he could bolt at the slightest thing. He may have looked tough, that didn't mean he wasn't gonna run if toruble caught up. He'd never understood people who picked fights and put themselves in messes to seem brave. Personally, living was more important than that.

His fingers fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt as Johnny glanced around. "I, uh, I like chamomile,' he pronounced it cam-a-meal, ears bright red as he cleared his throat. That was a type of tea, right? Like, Earl Grey and stuff. God he probably sounded like an idiot. He should have just kept his mouth shut instead of letting Sylmae realize that he didn't know anything about tea. Even though that was probably the least important thing to know.