STAR CHILD | OPEN, INTRO

[GENJI SHIMADA.]

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"at least i know how to take care of myself!" his cheeks would puff out despite his brain screaming at him that it would look pathetic and rather childish. and along with the bright red flush, he most likely looked very, very dumb. "unlike most of the people who even live here!" hey, some others might ask him 'those people don't have access to it!' well, mir had plenty to pass around to everyone! he wasn't some type of sick bastard that kept everything for himself. and besides, everyone here smelled. he would gladly pass over some deodorant and a toothbrush if they ever wanted one.

okay, well, maybe his response didn't exactly fit as a proper answer to what the other was saying. but he wanted to get his point across that he didn't look dumb! in fact, he wanted to prove that he looked nice! those stars on his shirt and scarf had to be pretty, right? mirtillo thought that they were pretty.

gosh darn, he was thinking about other things again! he needed to focus on being absolutely not happy towards suzy!

[Darky]

John used to care about hygiene, but not much anymore; too much work to look good for people who didn't matter. Besides, his clothes were ragged and worn, and he strutted around in a damned cougar-pelt cloak; he doubted he looked good in it, with his light blonde hair that was always slightly dirty or messy, bright blue eyes that usually were emotionless and cold, and lightly tanned skin from spending many days out hunting in the forests surrounding the city.

But enough about his looks, and more about the pastel monster walking around like a beacon for anybody who wanted some easy prey. This guy had to be a worm; he didn't look dangerous enough to be a grunt. But John liked most of the worms, so he'd have to tolerate this guy.

"Taking care of yourself doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things." John said with a roll of his shoulders as he trotted over, glancing at Suzy and letting out a soft sigh. Why did everybody feel the need to stalk other people around here? It was fucking creepy. He decided to ignore her for now, unless she approached him.

"Where the hell did you get all of that, anyways? Somebody around here making fresh, dyed clothes?" John decided to ask instead; it was pretty impressive overall, even if it was kind of gaudy. Besides, if there was a dealer nearby he did need a new shirt..

[Sel]

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On the note of hygiene, Sel was a weird mix. She didn't notice other people's hygiene that much nor did she worry about her own smell, since she lacked a sense of smell. That didn't mean she didn't try to keep clean or quietly judge people who never did - she kept herself looking as good as she could when things like showers and soap were in short supply.

"If you plan on living a short life, I suppose not." Sel commented as she walked up behind John, a cigarette between her lips. Sel didn't have a death wish by any means, but she didn't expect to live long enough for the cancer-stick in her mouth to kill her. "But you could get sick, and the sick never last long." If anyone was making new clothes, it was probably Mettaton - he'd taken up half of their living room for his sewing area, or whatever he called it.

Sel squinted at the two people she wasn't familiar with - one was dressed all in pastels. Eesh, she didn't care for it that much but in her eyes it was a bit better than the orange dress. All in all though, clothes didn't matter much for aesthetics anymore and only mattered for functionality - unless you were Mettaton or sometimes Sel herself. "Who are you two? And are you Grunts of War or Prey?" She wasn't that surprised that she didn't recognize some people, she'd been on "vacation" for two weeks, but that didn't mean they'd escape meeting her forever.

//this is kinda crappy but it's getting late so?? idk

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 1/29/17]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
— Plot v.1
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[GENJI SHIMADA.]

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although rather short in stature, and a bit on the chubby side, mirtillo was a very agile and nimble person when he needed to be. he could run away from people who were the least bit dangerous to him, dodge attacks that were towards him, hell- if he ever did attack anyone, which was on the rarer side, he could deliver blows in such quick succession it was most likely kind of a phenomenon to see. mir was probably the most likely candidate to be someone not to mess with; someone who was nice and kind on the outside but bad and evil on the inside. but in fact, he wasn't. mirtillo was wholly good on the outside and inside, and even though he could easily take over someone fighting wise, he had never hurt a single person. ever. in his entire life.

not once, did he hurt someone. and he lived in the badlands, for gods sake.

that was some sort of record, at least in a place like this.

it was a rather sunny day as of now, at least in the time where mirtillo would be walking down the streets of the rundown city. anyone would know who he was- from the baby blue gloves and boots that matched the light colors of his eyes to the very light grey colors of his t-shirt. small shoddily made light yellow stars were sloppily sewn into the light grey shirt, as well as a similarly light blue scarf that was wrapped around his neck and billowed behind him in the small breeze. the scarf itself nearly covered his entire neck, covering his mouth whenever he was standing still - which was mostly never - and was his most prized possession; as well as being the item that set him  off than anyone else that lived in the badlands. other than the kind personality and the soft pastel colors of his clothes, of course.

near the end of one of the streets in the city, mirtillo would pause, stopping the ever present soft 'pap' sounds that he made whenever his boots would hit the ground. he didn't exactly know why he was stopping, other than the fact that he was getting rather tired. he had been walking all day! and gosh- this city was pretty big. and full of people who didn't like his bright demeanor. and mostly broken down. and-

okay, maybe he was getting a bit overboard with his thoughts again.

[Sylmae Winzor]

tracking for now this is golden <3 ]]

[TATIANA]

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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands warchief, 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

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[spoiler=TAGS | UPDATED 1/29]GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Warchief
✨ 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
✨ Constantly wearing skirts or dresses
✨ 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

INVENTORY
✨ .44: 2
✨ A Colt Model 1873 Single-Action "New Model Army Metallic Cartridge Revolving Pistol"
✨ A switchblade knife
✨ Butterfly Knife
✨ Glass Knife
✨ Wasp Knife (one time use)
✨ 4 Throwing Knives
✨ Wooden Baseball Bat
✨ Two packs of gum
✨ Pack of cigarettes
✨ Water Canteen
✨ Lighter

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

INTERACTION

✨ dirty fighter, strong
✨ physically hard, and mentally medium
✨ skilled in martial arts, knife fighting, and a bit of gun play
✨ address in BOLD
✨ attack in #640000
✨ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful gestures  [/spoiler]

[GENJI SHIMADA.]

//quick lil bump!

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