spin around like fred astaire--[open--trading/bartering items]

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Mettaton had been scavenging for almost two days--since he'd been recovering from his illness, it was impossible for him to stay in one place. He'd been getting more and more restless, and despite his scare the last time he left the Badlands, he had said it wouldn't stop him and indeed it hadn't. He'd been prepared--he'd brought a bit more of a serviceable weapon and he had significantly more caution.

And, almost as if a sign (he was taking it as one) to keep scavenging, he'd returned with enough loot that he didn't even want, but felt probably might come in handy to some of the Badlands--some who hopefully, would appreciate his efforts.

He'd taken an old card table (painted black, courtesy of himself--that old grey was dingy and disgusting) and carefully placed his goodies atop--old clothing he'd folded, some faded books and magazines, and his favorite--trinkets and toys of no obvious practical value. There was even some jewelry that he'd made himself give up--he thought perhaps Sylmae or Tati would like it. He'd saved the more...useful items, mostly for himself--but there were some in his wares: some old tape, which...probably still worked, rope, and what he'd found most fascinating--pairs of old glasses. They were as smudge-free as he could get them, and all were still scratched to an extent; but he'd tried a pair on and they almost worked as well as his own reading glasses, so he thought maybe they could be of use to others here.

For a price, of course. He was a nice guy--or so he told himself--but he wasn't so naive as to think that giving stuff away would make friends rather than just tell people he could be taken advantage of.
He didn't want that to be his reputation.

[feel free to make up stuff he has for sale bc i didnt want to list literally everything, but no weapons pls!]

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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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[Sel]

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sel

The hustle, the trading room, haggling and bartering, this was what Sel had grown up around and had been practicing for a decade. She'd been wanting to set up a little trading post here, sell the Felix goods, but it sort of felt... weird to do so, considering the main thing she had to sell was drugs that had some pretty unpleasant side effects. She somehow ended up being someone people went to for help. She wasn't usually the reason people needed help.

Drugs weren't the only things she had of course, considering her background she could be a bit of a hoarder at times and was stocking up on things to trade whenever possible. "What's all this?" Sel asked with a hum, gaze roving over the items Mettaton had laid out, looking for something useful or at least pretty that caught her eye. She had her backpack with her, containing some of what she had to sell.

[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]