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[ODIN S.]

They said that those who wound up in The Badlands were either exiled criminals or unlucky wanderers. Odin fell into that second category.

He'd never lived in a "group," as they could be called. Though rumors of that sort of thing had definitely reached his ears, he'd never bothered to learn the specifics, nor had he ever been interested in finding out more. After his mother's head had been blown to bits and all of their supplies stolen by some sick bastard who'd gone power-hungry after coming in possession of a gun, Odin had set off on the life of a loner - always moving, always skirting by, always by himself. It wasn't the greatest existence, sure, but he had grown used to it.

It was early afternoon. The sixteen-year-old shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, dark gaze unwavering as it settled upon the horizon. He'd spotted the glistening city from miles away and, immediately assuming that it was long abandoned as most cities were, took to its streets. He meandered down the cracked pavement of one of the larger roads, whistling carelessly to himself. Occasionally, he would stop to peer in a window or inspect something on the side of the road. If he spotted something he deemed worthy, he would grab it and stuff it into the drawstring bag slung over his shoulder; if not, he would continue on.

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Mettaton had never been one to lay low in the dangerous city. He was tall, he was glittery, there wasn't much reason to hide. At least in the open, he could see when people were coming. He was in a good enough mood, particularly because he'd managed to craft a new shirt out of patches from old clothes he'd found. They rarely fit him, so he had to use his deft hands and some sewing supplies to make them usable, and he had a patchwork style shirt of bright colors--he was quite fond of it. However, today his mind couldn't be completely self-centered, as a small silhouette appeared as he turned the corner onto the highway.

A kid? His eyebrows arced, and a grin laced onto his delicate features. "Well, hello there, darling--I can't say I've seen you here before--are you lost?" To be completely honest, his first thought was that he should direct this boy straight towards St. Peters--anywhere else but here. He was a child, after all. Mettaton didn't fancy seeing his corpse, gutted and half-eaten, in the avenue. His musical voice and friendly mannerisms didn't betray any of that.
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HEALTH
Mettaton's in good health--100%
PHYSIQUE
Mettaton is 6'3'' and has a slender build, but with quite muscular legs. He is lean.
WEAPONS
Mettaton carries a long knife, about 9 inches long, in a sheath at his hip.
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES
Mettaton is extremely fast and agile; with a dancer's coordination and flexibility. He can make a tough opponent in a hand-to-hand fight, and unless he's up against a gun, he's a difficult opponent in any scenario unless already weakened. He can be outsmarted, but physically is tough to beat, with his incredible skills at getting away from danger.

He is occasionally a bit of a coward, as well as quite naive and manipulable.

[Sel]

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Much like Mettaton, Sel rather liked children and looked forward to having her own someday, though that was a time that was well off in the future, once she'd settled down with someone. Or not. It didn't make much of a difference to her, really, whether she had a partner or not, though the romantic part of her certainly was in favor.

Indeed this wasn't the best place for a child, but hey, Loren was here, so it wasn't like he'd be the sole teen. On the other hand, this was still a s**tty, dangerous place and he probably would be better off in St. Peters or the Lodge or a ditch. Pretty much anywhere but here, really, but since he was why not bring him in, maybe mess with him a tad in the process just so he knew what he was getting into.

"I do hope you're not lost." Sel hummed, the concern in her voice matching Mettaton's. "People that are lost don't do too well around here, so I hope you know what you're doing." She flashed a lazy grin that was only slightly sharkish. She didn't typically treat her groupmates like this, but as of now he was a stranger that was free to be f**ked with.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/25/17]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
▪ Grunt of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ 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
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An unlucky wanderer indeed he was. Only, it was lucky for the top dog. She could mess around with him all she wanted. Not that she didn't do it anyway but it was good to have fresh meat in the pack. She only had her knife with her today but that wasn't a problem. There were endless possibilities with what you could do. Grinning a wicked smile, Blake pushed past the two badlanders and her eyes settled right onto Odin. He was young, maybe only seventeen or sixteen. "You shouldn't be wandering these streets alone kid. Someone might just be out to get you." She murmured, leaning in closer and drawing her knife up to Odin's throat. There was no doubt her appearance probably frightened the boy and she would not be surprised if his nights were filled with nightmares of her and the human skull that rested on her face as a mask. "You either join the pack, and die in a few days from starvation or the other members. Or... you could die right now. Which one will it be kid?"

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GENERAL — dogs of war and men of hate
▪︎ BLAKE ALAOIS / NO NICKNAMES
▪︎ female / she/her / lesbian
▪︎ twenty-four / october 5th
▪︎ top dog of the badlands / merciless
▪︎ 1/1 badass
INFORMATION — with no cause, we don't discriminate
▪︎ will always hold a grudge
▪︎ very capable of killing others and will do so to get what she wants
▪︎ has somewhat twisted morals
▪︎ enjoys torturing
▪︎ will encourage members of the badlands to fight each other
APPEARANCE — discovery is to be disowned
▪︎ HUMAN / 86% HEALTH
▪︎ she's tall and well muscled. teenage girls would probably love to have her body if it weren't for the scars that litter her body. years of fighting to survive comes with battle scars and she wears them proudly.
▪︎ her skin is tanned and her hair is dark brown in colour. blake always wears her hair tied back with leaves acting as a hair tie due to the lack of recourses lying around.
▪︎ she wears the most clothing out of everyone, leather armour she had made for her once. it still holds during battle and she is thankful for that fact but it shows clear signs of wear and tear. she only has one pair of boots which are only to be worn during battle to get the most out of their usage.
▪︎ not only do her scars and armour make her look intimidating and not to be messed with, blake wears the skull of a human on her face as somewhat of a mask. the skull was her first kill and wears it most days. if she isn't wearing the skull, she will paint her face with black war paint made from charcoal and water.
PERSONALITY — our currency is flesh and bone
▪︎ blake's personality is rather twisted and violent, filled with flaws the whole way along. she's ruthless and will do anything to get what she wants. if you even so much as disagree with her, she believes that's reason enough to punish you.
▪︎ blake is definitely not one of those people with a hard outer shell and a soft inner shell. no, she's tough both inside and out and probably got an f minus in the caring department at school. she is, however, smart and resourceful and knows what's going on everywhere.
▪︎ she's blunt, straight to the point and does not like her time getting wasted.
RELATIONSHIPS — hell opened up and put on sale
▪︎ SINGLE / NOT INTERESTED / 0 CRUSHES
▪︎ npc x npc / parents died early in the apocalypse
CONFONTATION — gather 'round and haggle
▪︎ PHYSICALLY EXTREME / MENTALLY VERY HARD
▪︎ starts fights / ends fights / will never run away / does not show mercy
▪︎ hard to approach / very mistrusting
▪︎ attack in bold & underlined black
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[GUNSLINGER.]

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[TATIANA]

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands member, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you

Walking up the girl had her baseball bat with one arm on her handle and the other arm on the other side of the baseball bat.  She had a smirk on her lips as she stood next too metty as she stood there with her bat in hand now as she listened to everyone talk to this guy, like damn, chill he gets it he's in a place where there is a group.  Either join us or die, it's not that hard of a concept.  "I'm not gonna repeat what everyone has already said."  Tatiana spoke as she kept her smirk on of course. 

GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Grunts
✨ Spotify playlist ✨

NOTES
✨ Born in what would be Russia, her father was a mobster in what would be Russia, had moved too the Badlands area, her mother left several years ago and left her in the hands of some members of the group, what a terrific idea right.
✨ She is a sort of baddie, grunge, little rebellious teenager, she is one with beating people up, pure in her appearance though, frequently ignoring people.
✨ She has a thick Russian accent, that is slightly rough, dominating, but very interesting to listen too
✨ Smells of a cigarette smoke.

PHYSICAL
✨ Petite, 5' tall, pale, and a smol teenager.
✨ Chloe Mortez Grace
✨ Injuries: scratches and bruises
✨ Aliments: 80%

PERSONA
✨ ESTP | The Rebellious Teen | The Fighter | Chaotic Good
✨ Loyal, salty, fighter, strong, stubborn, and defensive
✨ Cocky, tricky, will fight you I fucking swear, hot headed

RELATIONSHIPS
NPC X NPC
✨ Bisexual and Binromantic
✨ Single
✨ Friends:
✨ Crushes:
✨ Enemies:

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong, and hard to beat
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures