STAY WITH ME [★] o, joining

[clover.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.3; text-align: justify;"]the voice of the young girl drew her attention up and away from the ground. clover focused in on tatiana, taking in her appearance as she rose from her seat. young, very young, she noted. and well-dressed, she mused thoughtfully. if she was acknowledging her request to join then that meant she was of a rank.

at her question, she said, "because i am asking for it." while tatiana smirked, a small and pleasant smile tugged at clover's lips. "the badlands has an infamous reputation, and it is known for keeping people away. i need that kind of..." her gaze never wavered from tatiana as she thought of the word. "...protection, for lack of a better word."

she smoothed down the front of her sweater once she finished and rested them on her stomach. "besides. my current lifestyle-" her sister's voice rang in her head. "-is not suitable." she paused before starting again. "my appearance may be decieving of my true abilities," she gestured to her black sweater, silky green skirt and black leggings. "but i think you understand where i am coming from when i dress this way." she said this quietly while gleaming eyes flicked to tatiana's clothing.

despite the black-out, clover's love of fashion had never faded and she found that the way she dressed only benefitted her. when people underestimated her, she only showed them what she was truly capable of.

[spoiler=INFORMATION | MAY TWENTY-SEVENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★ AND VIRGIN JOURNEYS LIE BEFORE US, PATIENT AND INSCRUTABLE
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover but won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three yrs old / mentally + physically an adult
— currently nomadic and not settled down anywhere / has never been in a group

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★ THERE'S COUDS OF VISIONS, CROWDS OF VILLIANS
— never takes off the silver ring, engraved with roses and vines, on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature. but she hides this like of hers because she believes it's strange, and that she'll be judged because of it.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ MULLING IN WITHDRAWL
— physical health: healthy / mental health: well
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— 5'7'', short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, caramel brown skin, pierced ears, scar across her stomach, swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms, may be seen wearing a hijab. ( will write out a description sometime )

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★ AND WHO WOULD MAKE THE SACRIFICE?
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits: literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / abnegation / mbti type
— i'm still working out the kinks to her personality, as well as everything else. i like to make a basic profile and then add things once i rp with them.

RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT I IS SUITABLE?
— homo(sexual/romantic) / single / not necessarily looking
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older sister is priscilla
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT THE WELL-DRESSED WOMAN
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (rarely) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold white
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, and conceals one on the inside of her thigh. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. thus, making her take the chainsaw.

OTHER ·ﾟ★ WITH A DULL CHAINSAW?
— heartchart / ask.fm / thread hub / storage / bio / pm this account for plots 

[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]He wasn't prepared for a joining. He had been out for a run, bored out of his mind from the lack of life here, when he spotted the two girls. Dylan halted on the sidewalk and stood behind the corner of a nearby building, his brown eyes flickering over Tatiana and the stranger. It was obvious that she was joining - the suitcase and the words being exchanged made that obvious enough.

He had always disliked the stalling of a joining - the tough questions, the ego's spinning out of control, the tense conversation as everyone sized the other up. He hated it because once upon a time that had been him. Sixteen years old and shivering from the cold, wearing only a tattered grey shirt and destroyed jeans. The Badlanders back then had been cruel, slapping and tugging his skin, until they finally let him in. Ever since he has worn thick clothes to hide the memories of his past, even in the heat, including today. Dylan ignored the blistering heat as he approached the two girls in his over-sized black hoodie.

The tall boy stopped abruptly beside Tatiana, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his grey sweats."Ladies." Dylan greeted with a polite, careful smile. There was nothing apart from warmth in his gaze as he observed the Topdog and the stranger. "What's going on?"

[spoiler=TAGS]
GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls) | Single
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle, although he has next to no ammo so nowadays he goes for a set of throwing knives.

APPERANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Ivan Martinez | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& NPC x NPC [Parents names never mentioned]
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& All their lives, Dylan and his siblings had been beaten and abused by their father. When the power shut down, the Hearst family decided to stick to their family home and wait it out. One by one his two sisters and his mother panicked and fled; when it was just the two of them, Dylan and his father got into a fatal fight. He ended up accidentally killing his father with a broken vodka bottle and to hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house. He then lived in New York for a few weeks, barely making ends meet and sticking with the gangs formed. After he got bored of the typical gang life, he ventured out into the rest of the country by himself.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his past.

[TATIANA]

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[Sel]

sel

"Appearances could be deceiving" was something that Sel lived by, depended on. Her outward appearance, her friendly face, it was a good show, not entirely a lie, but definitely hid a darker truth under a pleasant exterior. But really, how deceiving could it be when she walked around like queen shit in a place like this? There was no telling the things that might have happened to her if she couldn't handle every attacker that came up to her.

Sliding up by Dylan, she peered at the newbie, appraising her as she did every joiner. Protection, huh? Funny, if Clover couldn't fend for herself, she'd need protection from the people she'd hoped would do just that. It was how things were around here, fucked up as it was. "Welcome to the Badlands - name's Sel." She greeted simply.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 6/1/17]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
▪ Ex-Warchief of the Badlands | Member

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single (for now) | Flirty
▪ ⅓ Heselby (Hector + Sel + Baby)
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | Lots of unplayed family | 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; observant; 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
— 100 Oneshots[/spoiler]

[clover.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.3; text-align: justify;"]the badlands. the first time she had heard of it, before she wondered of what went on there, who did what, and why it existed, she thought the name had been very uncreative and rather flat.

but the question was would they accept her. no religious group would accept her, and everything else was too well-known. the reputation of the badlands would keep people at bay. once she entered the city, would she be able to garden? sometimes, clover was afraid to plant her usual garden; what if nothing happened? what if the plants knew? but they always flourished under her hands, despite that, as if they understood and grew regardless of her past.

the smell caught her attention and forcefully dragged her awareness to the buildings rising up in front of her. this is it, she thought. it looked better than she thought it would, but looks could be deceiving, said someone she didn't know. it was time for her nomadic lifestyle to end.

the woman stopped at the outside of the city, her eyes peering into the city into the dark corners; people watched her like hawks waiting for their prey to make a mistake. a particular man caught her attention. he looked like he lived in a dumpster and needed a good washing. his eyes clung to her before her gaze pinned him down, and he looked away abruptly - but she knew he was still watching. they all were.

"hello," she called to no one in particular. heads shifted to her and with the weight of all those eyes on her, she knew she had their attention. good. "i am joining the badlands." it was a statement for a reason. "is there anyone present with the power to accept me?" her olive black eyes flicked between the dirty faces of badlanders but she received no response. that was alright. she was patient.

she dropped her suitcase onto it's side and settled upon it. idly, she reached up to her hijab, fingers tugging at the splayed parts on her shoulder. the presence of the soft black cloth soothed her. though she would enter the city alone, she would have a piece of home with her.

[spoiler=INFORMATION | MAY TWENTY-SEVENTH]GENERAL ·ﾟ★ AND VIRGIN JOURNEYS LIE BEFORE US, PATIENT AND INSCRUTABLE
— clover neraida maryam / cis female / she/her pronouns / prefers to be called clover but won't object to any nicknames used by friends
— created may 27th  / twenty-three yrs old / mentally + physically an adult
— currently nomadic and not settled down anywhere / has never been in a group

MISC INFO ·ﾟ★ THERE'S COUDS OF VISIONS, CROWDS OF VILLIANS
— never takes off the silver ring, engraved with roses and vines, on her middle finger as it was given to her by her best friend.
— a lover of fashion and passionate seamstress. will reassemble her clothing to create new outfits, and despite how impractical it may be she'll pay money for new fabric and cloth for her clothing.
— loves horror and romantic literature. but she hides this like of hers because she believes it's strange, and that she'll be judged because of it.
— enjoys gardening and creates gardens whenever she goes.
— speaks in a very articulate and verbose manner.

PHYSICAL ·ﾟ★ MULLING IN WITHDRAWL
— physical health: healthy / mental health: well
— upright posture / walks with a graceful gait  / smells of dyes and cloth
— 5'7'', short and sleek black hair that sweeps onto her forehead, olive black eyes, caramel brown skin, pierced ears, scar across her stomach, swirling tattoos over her back, shoulders, and upper arms, may be seen wearing a hijab. ( will write out a description sometime )

PERSONALITY ·ﾟ★ AND WHO WOULD MAKE THE SACRIFICE?
— positive traits: motherly, patient, humble, worrier
— neutral traits: perceptive, natural peacemaker, serious, mature
— negative traits: literal, high self-expectations, judgmental, awkward
— ravenclaw / abnegation / mbti type
— i'm still working out the kinks to her personality, as well as everything else. i like to make a basic profile and then add things once i rp with them.

RELATIONSHIPS ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT I IS SUITABLE?
— homo(sexual/romantic) / single / not necessarily looking
— virginia maryam x unnamed father
— older sister is priscilla
— pm to mentor / prev trained by her sister

INTERACTION ·ﾟ★ WHO BUT THE WELL-DRESSED WOMAN
— hard physically / hard mentally / knows self defense
— usually doesnt start fights / shows mercy (rarely) / will kill; will maim
— has no issues with the necessity of violent bloodshed / the type to execute decisions for the greater good regardless of their personally unsavory nature
— attack in bold white
— powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed
— in a fight, clover is accustomed to fighting with her fists and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who threatens her. she is familiar with how to fight with daggers and blades, and conceals one on the inside of her thigh. her secondary weapon, as strange as it may be, is a chainsaw. it had once been used to help with her landscaping but when she decided to leave, she knew that a simple dagger wasn't going to be enough. thus, making her take the chainsaw.

OTHER ·ﾟ★ WITH A DULL CHAINSAW?
— heartchart / ask.fm / thread hub / storage / bio / pm this account for plots 

[TATIANA]

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