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[GUNSLINGER.]

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the worm hadn't really had a house in the badlands, considering that most others were either taken or too run down to live in. so he had to settle with living in the streets, snoozing behind dumpsters and living inside abandoned stores and the like. so finding stuff that would make things more comfortable was much better than sleeping on rocks and dirt.

if anyone were to actually find him, they would see him scuttling through the alleyways, dragging a rather large and heavy quilt behind him. he didn't care if it got dirty, he was just cheery that he at least found one. "looks like someone is getting a good sleep tonight!"

[WOLFSBANE,]

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A figurine slipped like the shadows within view, dirty blonde hair outlined against the delicacy of light, lean arms crossed and a darkened brow raised in calculation upon the sight of the masculine scampering about, quilt in hand as it drug clumsily behind his frame. Upon her usual walk through the city, she couldn't help but find amusement at the sight and statement, however, she did feel a sense of jealousy that stabbed at her chest. An extra blanket here and there never hurt anybody. Perhaps she'd just have to steal it from him, yet, she was quick to wave the thought from her mind as she approached. She needed a few friends, after all, and stealing wouldn't cut it. [color=#AF6332]"Who did you have to kill to get that?" The question was uttered bluntly from her fleshy tongue in amusement as the militant's fingers gracefully traced the jagged blade between her hands to point the knife towards the blanket clutched between his hands.
[spoiler=tags 1/26]
[color=#AF6332]GENERAL — manipulative
Romanova Bane | “Ro” | Salt Queen
She / her | Female | Bisexual | Grunt
21 | January 26th | ENTJ  “The Commander”
[color=#AF6332]INFORMATION — blunt
Manipulates with ease
Kills without regret nor mercy
Carries a machete & multiple knives
Inspired by "The 100"
APPEARANCE — sarcastic
Romanova, a huntress of many talents enveloped within the art of battle as the militant finds war a rather interesting prospect, mainly because she excels as the art of battle and defense and enjoys the calculation that it carries. The grunt is known for her calculation after all, as her analyzation and quick thinking allows for graceful manipulation and finds ease in lying. With a cold heart and ruthless stare, the young adult considers herself rather merciless, however, she can find fairness in the slightest of situations. Despite her harsh exterior and sharp-tongue, Romanova is actually quite kind. Amusement seeping into her dappend soul like sweet cocoa butter and sarcasm enveloping her tongue with nectar- it isn’t too hard to make friends. However, with intimidation, she tends to draw them away, because she does in fact, bite.
PERSONALITY — cold
The female is of Russian and Brazilian decent, allowing for her tanned skin to radiate like the warmth of summer sunshine, her lips plump and her as soft as webbed silk. However, don’t be fooled, she is no ray of sunshine. Romanova’s thick dirty blonde hair cascades down the small of her back, usually held in a rather messy manner. With lightened hair and dark brows framing her features, it allows Roman’s silver blue spectacles to come of brilliance from her feminine almond-eyed stare. Faint freckles outlining the apples of her cheeks and cross bridge of her nose coccoon her skin. Long legs pedestooling the warrior at a height of 5’6 allow for a lean body and defined muscles to make of note. The goddess is usually found wearing darker colors. Tight black pants worn with gun straps about both thighs allow for maneuverability as a wolf pelt drapes over the side of one shoulder for warmth. A black parka worn just about all the time clings to her scarred skin paired with dark leather boots.
RELATIONSHIPS — direct
SINGLE | [ 0 ] crushes
Npc x npc
CONFRONTATION — humble
Extremely hard physically | Medium hard
Can power play peaceful or nonviolent actions
Message for plots
Attack in bold #AF6332

[Sel]

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Sel tended to hoard any objects that might be useful to her or worth trading. Blankets were good, definitely, especially big ones that were in good shape - dirt could be cleaned off. It was rather surprising to see one such is that in the hands of a worm, and she was very much in the same vein of thinking that he must have stolen it or killed for it - one didn't simply leave blankets like that out for the Worms to find, after all.

Strolling over, cranium cocked to the side, she waited for Jamison to reply to Romanova before making any comment.

[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 and likes Dexter
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ 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
— Wip[/spoiler]