You're Beautiful -Private: Dex-

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae was slowly growing used to the area that she was meant to live in now, moving up and down the streets, surveying homes and park-like areas. She had covered a lot of ground in the days she had been here, but sleeping in a tent outside wherever seemed safe did that. She had yet to pick a house to call her own, worried that if she got too attached, it would be hard to leave if she didn't feel comfortable in the area anymore. Swallowing hard, Sylmae shook her head a little bit as she glanced up towards the sky. She had been exploring for about two hours now, and that had given the storm the perfect chance to move in, bug her. Thunderstorms were not something she wanted to deal with, not today. She was still healing, didn't feel like curling up in her tent around herself to try and protect herself, even though she was aware that they were  harmless. Irrational fears were the worst thing, and this was one she didn't quite plan on sharing with someone else, ever.

Swallowing hard at the first sound of faint thunder, Mae crossed her arms over her chest, feeling the comforting bump of her katana against the back of her thigh and she chewed on her bottom lip. This wasn't good, and she didn't know a safe place to get to. She was too far from her tent but she was sure if she ran fast enough, she could get there but she'd be a little wet. Letting out a soft groan, Mae looked around, trying to figure out the best solution to escaping as quickly as she could.
[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE

[DEXTER.]

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dexter honestly hadn't been doing too much that day; he'd played with some feral dogs, attempted to ride a horse, and had added more to his collection of rock - as in, he had walked around the territory all day. there wasn't a ton to do after all; it was times like these that he wished he had a dog or horse to play with or ride. however, the first quiet rumble of thunder sent electricity coursing through his veins - thunder meant rain, and rain was always perfect for the badlands. thunder was always fun though, sometimes he stomped in puddles during storms (which probably wasn't a good idea).

wait.. was that sylmae that he saw? it was indeed, and she seemed slightly uncomfortable - probably just because she was new or something. "hey!" he called to her, running forward to stand near her. "want to mess around in the rain or something?" he asked with an encouraging grin - people always liked puddles, right?

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

INVENTORY
★ a butterfly knife
★ a ballistic knife
★ semi-automatic pistol
★ fireworks
★ sparklers
★ romeo and juliet book
★ dried dog meat

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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The small female had not expected someone to show up out of no where, run at her. She was still getting used to this whole living with people thing and so her immediate reaction was to freak out. The small female pulled her katana free and aimed it right at the male before her eyes fully focused on the friendly face that was positioned in front of her. Her chocolate eyes, once hard, softened a bit as she held her stance for a moment longer and then slowly straightened, her blade lowering. "I-I'm really sorry.. I'm just not.. Uhm.. Used to people coming at me like that.." She lifted her free hand up and shyly rubbed at the back of her neck, looking at anything but him as she felt the aching pain of her wound under her shirt. Perhaps it hadn't been a good idea to be on high alert when you were wandering around the place you were meant to call a new home.

She had just threatened the guys life and now she felt terrible. Shaking her head a little bit, Mae slouched and slid her katana back into its sheath and pulled the strap from her shoulder. "Mess around in the rain?" She wasn't too sure what you were meant to do in the rain, playing wise. She had always spent a lot of time hiding from it when it was a thunderstorm and shivering when it was normal rain. There was no win-win in this situation.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE

[DEXTER.]

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dexter's honey eyes widened and he took a half step back once sylmae withdrew her.. sword and pointed it directly at his face. he slowly relaxed and lowered his arms once she had apologized, although he still stayed tensed in case she tried to stab him or something. it was understandable; she was new and most likely was used to.. friendly people in the badlands (or she was just on the edge about the rumor that everyone in the badlands were angry killers). "it's fine, you're new. don't worry about it," he reassured her with a small shrug, still keeping a careful distance from her.

he could tell that she felt bad, so he took a step forward to nonverbally show that he wasn't angry or afraid. his eyebrows raised slightly as he realized that what he had said might be taken the wrong way, but luckily sylmae didn't seem to be too dirtyminded. "yeah, like play in some puddles or something!' he answered with an easy grin, face alight with the simple thought.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

INVENTORY
★ a butterfly knife
★ a ballistic knife
★ semi-automatic pistol
★ fireworks
★ sparklers
★ romeo and juliet book
★ dried dog meat

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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She had startled the man, something she felt even worse for and his actions of stepping back were expected, but hurt something inside her. She had to learn to loosen up, or she was never going to settle into this place as well as she wanted to. Sylmae sighed as she pushed a hand through her brown curls and offered him the faintest of smiles, in hopes that he might trust her again. "Dexter... is your name, right?" She asked, hoping to strike up some form of conversation that would deflect her thoughts from how she had almost attacked him. Generally, she didn't feel this bad about threatening someone, but there was something about how nice Dex was that made her rather upset at herself. He was like Metta. Different. A good different.

Fortunately for Dexter, Mae was too much of a virgin prude to know much about sex, let alone think anything dirty. The girl had grown up alone, so she didn't know much about men, to begin with. "I've never... uhm.. played in puddles before so I mean.. if you wanna deal with me.. failing but uhm.. If there's more thunder.." She trailed off and shrugged a bit, hoping he might get the idea that she was scared of thunderstorms, but she didn't want to ruin his fun. Perhaps she could brave it for a bit for him.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE

[DEXTER.]

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dexter returned the smile that she had offered him, and he could tell that she felt at least a little bit bad. he was a bit surprised that she knew his name - they had only spoken a few times, but he was glad that she knew. "yep, i'm dexter. and you're sylmae?" he responded, raising one dark brow questioningly.

he pretended to ignore the hints. was she trying to avoid him? he frowned slightly before regaining his previous expression. "it's not to hard to play in puddles! it's great, trust me," he added, attempting a convincing smile.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/28/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ DEXTER MOREAU | DEX | CISGENDER MALE
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 22 years of age | august 12th | ages one per year, on birthday
★ the badlands | grunt

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ speaks both french and english and isn't afraid to show off.
★ is slightly obsessed with fireworks, sparklers and other explosive pyrotechnics.
★ at night, you can find him looking at the stars although he doesn't often invite others.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN [8.12 / main] | health: 100%
— a sharp jaw and high cheekbones line this young man's face, tracing defined bones on his sunkissed face. dark brows and chocolate-colored locks frame his face, forcing his honeybrown eyes to pop. his frame can be described as muscular but slightly lithe as well. he's worked hard to avoid beinng beaten up in the badlands, and doesn't take kindly to offense. his outfit usually conists of a white shirt and dark jeans, occasinally paired with a leather jacket.
— [i]major injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
dexter is, well, easygoing. he takes life with stride, savoring it and trying every single aspect of it. he's extremely loyal, without a doubt and would die for friends and family. he is ambitious and pursues his dreams without a second thought, although this may come back to haunt him in the future. at first, most people label him as the 'flirty player' or the 'lazy pervert' of the badlands, but once people get to know him they realize that that's not true (okay, maybe a little bit true). he's a dreamer inside, one who will look at the stars all night long and not even realize that it's morning until the galaxies above fade into a new day. he may seem completely self-confident, but he's afraid. he feels as if he can't trust anyone in the badlands, and the stars are his only escape. if people really knew him, they'd know that he wasn't either of the above titles; he's an 'easygoing loser'.

INVENTORY
★ a butterfly knife
★ a ballistic knife
★ semi-automatic pistol
★ fireworks
★ sparklers
★ romeo and juliet book
★ dried dog meat

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ NPC x NPC | generation 2
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ easily interacts + cautiously friendly
★ difficulty: 8/10 in battle | + strength & speed | - stamina & agility
★ begins battles, even if attempts to avoid
★ speech in bold #d3ac78
★ attack in bold #78a6d3
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
[/spoiler]

[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae blinked and nodded a little bit as he questioned her name and she looked down almost shyly. "I didn't know that many people actually knew my name.." She mumbled softly before she looked back up towards him, her chocolate eyes seeming to brighten a little bit as she studied his face. Perhaps he wasn't so bad, after all, but she was a bit worried. Would he just try to get close to her to hurt her? She bit back all of her worries and simply nodded, her eyes shifting over his face absently.

"I uhm.. I trust you.. I just.. don't like storms.. that's all." She said, after a bit of contemplation. "I don't mind.. trying for a bit though.." She was doing her best to get used to the idea of being near another human, interacting with one, especially with one as cute as him. She had issues accepting the fact that humans could be so handsome, considering she hadn't really seen much more than forty-year old men when she was on her own.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 17 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
[/spoiler]
[align=center][color=transparent]© counselor dreamíe #TAGHERE