All I wanna do is take your money (private for now)

[Vincent Clemens]

He was back on the road and hopefully he won't have anymore stops, he'd rather get through here as quickly as possible before he lost all of his stuff. The man was still wearing his jacket and his backpack with all of its accessories strapped to it. He was walking down the street, checking a small compass every so often to make sure he was still heading the same direction. Sure the streets and their signs helped, but in a strange city it's easy to get lost. He also found himself peering over his shoulder every so often, making sure he wasn't being followed.

The last thing he wanted was to get jumped, especially since he had everything he owned on him currently, all of his food, ammo, water, and ect. So whenever he passed by someone he made sure they got a good look at the gun on his side, a clear warning to stay away from the loner. It was only a matter of time until someone got the balls to jump him though, so he kept his hand close to his weapon. He also made note of his knife, although with where it was on his chest it was hard to miss, he still wanted to make sure he had it ready should a real fight start up. He passed by a few shops and even a police station on his journey so far, but despite how tempting it was to check them out, he already knew how fruitless it would be to try in an occupied city. Everywhere had probably been picked through ten times over, so there wasn't much point in checking. So the man continued on his path, his eyes narrow and wary of every shadow and alley, as if expecting someone to jump out at him.

[WOLFSBANE,]

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A figurine slithered in the shadows like that of an adder, molten face paint smeared across her eyes allowed for a sense of ruthless exaggeration and intimidation that appeared as a sense of wilderness. Untamed. A tooth was drug over the flesh of her plush lips, the young woman's frigid silver spectacles followed the man as he traversed across Badlands territory. He was cute the first time around when she had spotted him, he was supposed to be gone and only now was it annoying. Besides, she was rather bored. Too bad, she rather liked him. In her right hand, the huntress clutched her machete, it's blood stained exterior glimmering against the delicacy of the smoldering sun over head, scar riddled anatomy visible along the roof top as she hopped from building to building with a sense of an assassinated ease.

Dark clothing melted within her surroundings to resemble camouflage, wolf pelt about her shoulder bristling against the breeze as she watched him flash his gun about. Real fucking great. Sure, he had a cool gun and a knife strapped to his chest, not like anyone else didn't have a gun and a few weapons stowed away. She had a fucking horse, too bad she didn't bring it, maybe she could have mowed him over faster that way.

However, she did admire his guts... And that gun of his.

Smirking, the woman tilted her vessel upon the edge of the roof, boots slipping within a puddle signaled her presence upon the roof as Romanova forcefully whipped her machete to her side, throwing knife in hand as she approached with hips swinging to kneel down before her muscles were coiled. The throwing knife within her hand tightened as she maneuvered her arm behind her head, and with a swift motion;[color=olive] it was flung from her stoney grasp as she attempted to throw it within his thigh. Next, she jumped. Aiming to leap upon the masculine's back to push him against the ground with the force of her fall.

[spoiler=tags 1/31]
[color=#AF6332]GENERAL — manipulative
Romanova Bane | “Ro, Roman”
She / her | Female | Bisexual | Grunt of Prey
21 | January 26th | ENTJ  “The Commander”
[color=#AF6332]INFORMATION — blunt
Manipulates with ease
Kills for pleasure & sport
Ashen face paint smeared over her features
Outstanding hunter
Inspired by "The 100"
APPEARANCE — sarcastic (fc)
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 skin as soft as webbed silk. Dirt is usually spotted upon her features from usual hunting excursions as do the scars that litter her body. However, don’t be fooled, the girl is no ray of sunshine. Romanova’s thick brown hair cascades down the small of her back, usually held in a rather messy manner. With dark brows framing her features, it allows Roman’s silver 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 5’5 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 warn furred 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
INVENTORY — annoyed
x1 horse
x1 machete
x3 throwing knives
x1 canteen
x1 pack of matches
CONFRONTATION — humble
Extremely hard physically | Medium hard
Often shows mercy
Can power play peaceful or nonviolent actions
Message for plots
Attack in bold #AF6332

[Vincent Clemens]

He hadn't actually expected someone to come from above, thus explaining how he had missed her in his last check. It was a deadly mistake though, one he'd rather not make again. Just before the attack he felt the presence and was about to turn to face the woman, but was stopped as he felt the sharp pain of a knife being lodged into his leg. He felt himself stopping in surprise of the sudden shock of pain and soon after he felt the full impact of the woman against his back.

It took a great deal of effort to stay on his feet, but by putting most of the weight on his good leg he was able to resist the initial impact. As she was pressed up against his back Vin pivoted on his good leg to face her, using his momentum to deliver a powerful punch aimed at her face, hopefully hard enough to disorientate her. But he wasn't done quite yet, as he aimed to deliver a side kick aimed at Roman's stomach with his good leg. He would wince as his weight was pressed against his bad leg, the movement not agreeing with the sharp blade stuck in his left. The extra pain tempted him to simply pull it out, but he new that if he did do that, he could very well bleed out before the fight was over.

Whether his kick or punch was successful, Vin would take a few paces back, taking up a loose guard reminiscent of that someone in karate would take. It was just another skill he took with him from the good days and he had to say the knowledge of how to fight properly came in handy. But despite knowing how to fight didn't make him like this fight much, with one of his legs already weak, he was in a great disadvantage, not to mention that this woman still had her machete, which scared him the most, with his choice of weaponry he was put at a further disadvantage, which he did not like. Vin then drew his knife, knowing that he couldn't really use his arms to defend himself from her machete. At least he could take comfort in knowing that this was simply a one on one fight, otherwise he might not have any chose but to actually use his gun.

[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

Warchief, a creature so good at being a grunt of war gave her a little title to go with it.  The female walked down the streets, her baseball bat behind her neck, popping her gum every so often, but it always timed up with a step.  It was just a little short patrol to be honest, but it was still worth her while today.  Walking down the street she suddenly caught the glimpse of the figure of Vincent.  God she fucking hated this dude, first he attacks Mettaton out in the loner lands (true fair game), then he shows up like he can just walk threw and do what ever he wants, and now after we told him to leave he still had his happy ass in our territory.  Oh that ticked Tatiana beyond anything, she hated people who didn't know how the fuck to listen.  Hiding behind an old trashcan while the man walked into an ally the girl also scanned the area and noticed someone on the rooftop.  Romanova. 

Romanova was someone the ruthless teenager had limited knowledge on.  She'd never met her besides that one time she came in on her fucking horse with a deer (which she was not impressed).  But it seemed the girl was getting a bit of action on this guy, well fuck Tatiana wanted in, she couldn't let Romanova have all the damn fun after all.  Walking around the corner finally she saw the sight of Vincent having the figure of Romanova a 5'5" tall lady on his back.  She didn't know how much Romanova weighed but it couldn't be too much, but this man looked injured any ways. 

A smirk soon made its entrance across her lips as she walked up silent like a lynx stalking its prey.  The seventeen year old came up from behind the two in efforts to have the element of surprise.  The element of surprise was something that was extremely needed for the girl to make a good attack.  If the person knows her intentions it won't work out, and even they saw her and didn't know what she was doing she was underestimated (sometimes nice), this way she gave an introduction of dominance.  Taking the baseball in both hands she lifted slightly over her left shoulder, she aimed to smash the tip of the back in to the back of the 'good' leg in order to sort of knock that one out of the play.  But she didn't hit it hard enough to brake it or hurt it too bad that he couldn't limp away (he could always crawl though) and out of the territory.  Popping her gum once more if he had fallen down she would step on the back of the knee she would've knocked out to step on it, to twist it back and fourth, grinding it into the ground with every twist.

Looking at Romanova she kept her smirk, "You looked like you where having to much fun."

[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]

[Vincent Clemens]

The first attack took him by surprise, but he was as ready as can be for the second attack. He hadn't seen the girl, but he was prepared to take a hit, his muscles tensed. The girl's attack had been rather ineffective, while it did hurt, there wasn't enough mass to knock him down and the pain wasn't so much that it caused him to move much slower than before.  He grimaced in pain though and his hazel gaze turned on the girl, a wild rage replacing the calm in his eyes from before. He bared his teeth before he attempted to grab hold of her bat and yank if from her grasp. If his first tug didn't succeed, he'd then try to stab his knife into Tatiana's arm to weaken her grip. The man really just wanted her bat, seeing as it would be a much greater weapon at range than his knife.

Despite his attention on the teenager at the time being, he had the other woman in his peripherals, hoping that she won't move out of them. This was going to be exceptionally harder fighting two people, especially when the first already had him at the disadvantage. It would a stroke of luck if he came out of this alive, and providence if he came out of this on the winning side. So in other words he knew he was fucked, but that didn't mean he'd go down without a fight.