THE DEATH OF INNOCENCE - Joining

[ashen]

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Mettaton had tried to back off on encroaching Tatiana's business--she could obviously handle herself. She was top dog. But...he was working to stifle not just his protective sense for the girl, but his own curiosity-- and considering just how encompassingly powerful that sense of his was, it was only successfully shoved down about half the time.

This time, he was cheerfully behind her, humming under his breath and skating slowly, weaving across the street and back. His legs were long and the wheels gave him an edge--his tiny, seventeen year old friend had no chance, so he kept his pace leisurely. He hadn't actually noticed Nevin, and when his leader barked out orders, the lanky warchief blinked in surprise, squinting to get a good look at the guy. "Oh, goodness. Don't you look a sight, darling?"

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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 | warchief


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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[nevin]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.5pt; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height:100%"]This was incredibly unfair.

First: Nevin had all of his shit jipped. He definitely wasn't a strong 20-something-year-old, but he still felt ashamed; Nev should have at least been able to fend off a malnourished dumpster junkie. After that... unfortunate encounter, he was left with a broken pocket knife hidden in his underwear waistband and scant items of food in something of a drawstring gym bag. He lost his change of decent clothes and other valuables to the withdrawled meth head.

Second: His boyfriend was still nowhere to be seen. They had been separated about a week prior, during a slight battle with a gang that they ran into. If he thought about it too much, the slight sting of fear that he would never see Dal again lingered, so he traced a pattern into the dirt he stood on to distract himself.

Third: He was definitely going to die here.

It was quite a fact at this point, really. His personality was squishy if you broke his fake steel exterior; he barely had anything on him to defend himself with; from the stories he picked up along the way, every person in the Badlands was a savage beast. Dal told him not to come here for a reason. He was like a kitten in a pit of feral dogs- so why was he putting himself through this?

This isn't a good idea. This isn't a good idea. This isn't-

"YO," he yelled before he could stop himself. He closed his eyes tight and his body stiffened, but he continued. "ANYBODY HERE?"

[TATIANA]

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