THEY CAN FLY AWAY / OPEN, M&G(?)

[TATE L.]

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Birds. Birds were something that fascinated him. When times got tough they could just spread their wings and fly away from it all. If frightened they could escape from whatever it was that scared them. Their wings could spread and save them. That is if their wings worked. Children were trapped, they couldn't run away. They'd try but they'd fall out of the tree and die no matter what. Unless someone came by and was willing to save them, they'd die from the fall or the predator. If the bird's wings were injured they couldn't fly off either. They were like the children; unable to fly away and if they'd fallen then they could die from the impact or the predator. When he was younger he was just like the baby birds. His wings, too small to carry his body. He had never been taught how to fly. His mother had clipped his wings when he was but a baby. He was unable to fly away no matter how hard he tried. It hurt to move them, they'd bleed, he'd cry. He'd cry in anguish and anger and sadness.

He was jealous of everybody else. Their wings worked. When they felt threatened they could actually leave. But him? He just watched. He just sat, staring out at all those who could fly freely away from their fears. The boy wanted nothing more than to clip their wings. Clip them off and see how they felt. That's what he did. He had killed so many kids. He was a murderer. He was a psychopath that murdered and he had done so many awful and horrible things. What was wrong with him? The jealously and envy that had been eating him from the inside out had finally been freed. He thought he was free.

He wasn't free. But he was alive. Somehow.

And now Tate was sitting down on the ground, cigarette between his pale pink lips, and a book about birds in his lap. His sickly pale hands would turn the pages shakily. His stomach churned once more and felt sick again. But despite this he just smiled throughout it all. He was at peace in that moment. He was the only one around right then but it didn't matter now. He took one last drag of the cigarette, blew out the ashy grey smoke, and put it out.

His intense brown hues never left the pages of the book.

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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴  FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU CAN'T WAKE UP  ✴  [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]THIS IS NOT A DREAM  ✴  [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛

[size=8pt][font=verdana]APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE]  ✴  [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
  — PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE  ✴  [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
  — MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING  ✴  [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]

[GENJI SHIMADA.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: auto; font-size: 8.6pt; font-family:verdana; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.4; width: 500px"][color=black] if someone were to use the whole bird's wings analogy, they probably would have no idea where mirtillo sat when it came to clipped wings or non clipped ones. maybe it was that he had one clipped and the other not; hell, it seemed more obvious if it was that. because honestly, all mirtillo did was fly in circles.

certainly not in a wholly negative way, of course. the young man knew that he had it better than most people here. but when it came to decision making, or things that sat along the line of being selfless and selfish, he was always chasing his own gosh darn tail end! so maybe not flying in circles, but hey, he needed to relate to the other in some way, right? mirtillo wanted to be friends with everyone. that's how he survived this long. he didn't sit up in a tree, with his wings folded to his side as he waited for others to get to him. mirtillo was a bird that tried to help other birds, and hoped to god that he didn't get taken advantage of.

because mirtillo was too small and weak to fend for himself. at least fully.

the acrid smell of cigarette smoke was the main reason that he even showed up anyway. he had been walking through the streets, making sure he kept his distance from the people that particularly hated him and stayed on the sidewalks when the smell that entered his nostrils. honestly, it was like getting hit with a brick wall of tar; at least to mirtillo. he had scrunched his face up then, screwing his eyes closed for a moment as a very childlike anger bubbled in his stomach and rose to the back of his throat. "golly!!" his light and cheery voice had a not so intimidating edge to it, and he twirled around, stomping over to the source of the smell. he swore that he was going to give a firm talking to that numbskull of a smoker he knew!

"brother! what did i tell you about smoking-"

oh. wait. that wasn't his brother.

jesus, he was embarrassed.

a bright red flush would take over his face and he would let out a noise akin to a mouse getting stepped on. shifting clumsily on his feet as he tried to steady himself. "oh- geez-" he seemed awfully flustered. extremely flustered, for that matter. "excuse me!!"

he probably looked really, really dumb.

"a-ah.. sorry!!! i-i'm mirtillo..." his sentence trailed off into nothing as he grew even more nervous, his gloved hands wringing together out of habit. "you must be reading something awfully wonderful, yes? you s-seem very interested...."

//this post is a mess fml pfdknfkj

[Sel]

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Sel's wings weren't clipped, in fact she rather liked to think that they could never be clipped. But for 23 years she'd been caged - it was a rather nice cage, if not filthy. It was likely one of the hanging cages, and when she was finally able to escape it it was at her sisters' expenses, particularly Isabel with wings so cruelly clipped by the one that fell with her. Meanwhile, Sel was flying, fleeing, but promising to return to her cage when the day she owned it came.

"Golly! Brother, what did I tell you about smoking-" Feh, it seemed like everyone was either a smoker or a preacher. Sel herself landed firmly in the former and she often scoffed at the latter. Jeez, knowing her background you might not be surprised if it was a harsher reaction, for if those preachers ever got through her father wouldn't have a business anymore.

Sel glanced over at Mirtillo and Tate, raising an eyebrow at them. She wondered how the new one would react to all of that, since she was still trying to get a read on him, who he was and what he could do. It was a habit she couldn't help but in a place like this, knowing the people around you wasn't a bad thing.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17]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
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | 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; 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[/spoiler]

[TATE L.]

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Tate glanced up, his smile disappearing into a small frown. Being disturbed wasn't his most favorite thing in the world. It was annoying and it disturbed his reading. Really; this was probably the only time he's ever enjoyed it. When he's reading about birds is when he feels most happy. Not with someone he loves or even his own family. He hated them save for his little sister. His little sister was his pride and joy; she made him happy. The only family member he ever loved. But she was gone. He didn't know that she was actually dead. It's been so long since she passed but nobody's ever told him. He'd break down; kill more people. He was capable of that. He'd hurt them and make them feel his pain.

Clip, clip, clip their wings.

He needed to stop though. Needed someone to help him when enough was enough. Maybe it was a good thing that he was here. He looked at Sel when she approached but didn't say anything. He didn't speak to Mirtillo or her. He just glanced back down at his book quietly and kept reading. His mouth opened and he spoke softly, "Did you know... blue jays are sometimes known to eat eggs or nestlings. They're not perfect or beautiful; they clip the wings of young..." He glared down at the book for a moment before slamming it shut aggressively. The sound was loud, causing a few heads to turn. "Like it's some sick joke," he said, voice breaking and eyes watering. He put his head in his hands and chuckled. "It's some... Sick joke!"

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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴  FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU CAN'T WAKE UP  ✴  [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]THIS IS NOT A DREAM  ✴  [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛

[size=8pt][font=verdana]APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE]  ✴  [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
  — PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE  ✴  [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
  — MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING  ✴  [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]

[ashen]

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Mettaton was a peacock, that was that. He didn't know or care about his wings being clipped--but he knew he looked gorgeous.

He didn't love smoking, himself, but it was a familiar and comforting scent to him, as his parents had, and he had meandered his way to find Tate, and a few others--That lovely young enthusiastic fellow he'd given a valentine to, and Sel. Gorgeous Sel. He grinned at her, blowing a quick kiss, and then turned and frowned at the other two--one of whom seemed to be having quite an issue with...birds.

"Darling, quite a lot of animals do pretty nasty things--it's just the way they are." He shrugged, interjecting less because he was very interested in the topic and more because, this fella was a new face to him, and he wanted to make sure they met.

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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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[TATE L.]

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His gaze shot towards Mettaton and he looked hurt. Like an animal that was being cornered. "B-but you don't understand.. Blue jays are supposed to be beautiful. They need to make sure the young are cared for.." he murmured quietly beneath his breath. Maybe it just the fact that it affected him personally. Once again, his mother had clipped his wings and ruined any chance for him to run off. He was still young and he could still escape, he had a chance to make things better for himself, but he didn't know how he could without something to help him. He had no family left; it was just him. The hurt look in his eyes disappeared and he stood up, glancing around at the three in front of him. "God, I need another smoke. I feel like shit." The cigarette would just make him feel even worse but he didn't really care; the cigarette made him feel calm. Tate ran a pale hand through his dirty blonde locks, exhaling a soft sigh. "I'm... Tate."

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[div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;color:#000;font-size:10pt;"][spoiler=YOU RUN ON GASOLINE ✴  FEBRUARY 16TH, 2017]
[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU CAN'T WAKE UP  ✴  [b]GENERAL INFO
✴ TATE LANGDON | TATE | NOBLE'S BOY TOY
✴ Biromantic Bisexual | Monogamous | Not interested | Cisgender ♂
✴ 17 Years Old | Unknown birthday | [abbr=Aries]♈[/abbr] | Ages every year
✴ Resides in The Badlands | Regular member | Constace Langdon x Hugo Langdon(npcs)
✴ Was once a lost, wandering soul | Close friends with Pandora and Silenus.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]THIS IS NOT A DREAM  ✴  [b]RELATIONSHIPS
✴ Single | Not actively looking | No current [maybe] crushes.
✴ Constance L. x Hugo L.(npcs) | Currently no [known] relatives | Generation ??.
✴ Not flirty around those he's attracted to; takes a while to warm up to.
✴ Very dependent on Silenus and Pandora.
✴ For any relationships ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅐ ⅛

[size=8pt][font=verdana]APPEARANCE: [REFERENCE]  ✴  [b]STATUS: UNHARMED [95%]
✴ Looks pale and ghostly | Roughly 6' tall | Broad shoulders, well-built
✴ Skin is a sickly pale color as if he doesn't eat much or appears ill.
✴ Eyes are a deep and intense chocolate brown but are bloodshot from nights of crying.
✴ Hair is a shaggy, dirty blonde that hangs around in his face.
✴ [trigger-warning] Will wear normal t-shirts but mostly hoodies to hide old self-harm scars.
  — INJURIES/ILLNESSES: [trigger-warning] old, pale pink self-harm scars on his wrists
  — PHYSICAL DISORDERS: None at the moment.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE A PART OF A MACHINE  ✴  [b]PERSONALITY
✴ Based on Tate Langdon from American Horror Story Murder House
✴ Chaotic evil | Ambiverted(Introverted+Extroverted) | Sociopath
✴ Dark and manipulative to those he dislikes | Holds grudges that last for a while.
✴ Is mentally disturbed because of his past | Fears rejection from those he trusts.
✴ Is suspicious of certain characters | Willing to kill for those he loves.
✴ "Sensitive boy" as described by his mother. | Can be immature or childish.
✴ Overprotective over loved ones. | Short-tempered/hot-headed.
✴ Tries to run away from his past. | Will lash out if asked about his past.
✴ Overprotective over children. | Can become serious very quickly.
✴ Does what he like whenever he likes. | Will snap at those that anger him.
  — MENTAL DISORDERS: No known disorders. Psychopathic tendencies and sociopath.

[size=8pt][font=verdana]YOU ARE NOT A HUMAN BEING  ✴  [b]COMBAT & INTERACTION
✴ Hard physical difficulty | Easy mental difficulty | Not quick to flee.
✴ All nonviolent, friendly, peaceful, and/or healing actions can be powerplayed.
✴ To engage in combat, please use bold #000 or bold underlined.[/spoiler]