OPEN MEET N GREET--METTATON'S A SOCIAL BUTTERFLY

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Lately, the Badlands had been quite busy--and Mettaton, dealing with an unfortunate week of scavenging for anything to help his cramps and spending the rest of his time with his head in a pillow to stifle his angered yells of pain--he'd missed out on most of the new people. And that simply wouldn't do.

He had brought out some of his stored foods--canned fruit, a real treat--even some alcohol, and dried meat. Snacks weren't quite as varied as they were decades ago, but Mettaton wasn't dissuaded. He knew that offering free food, especially to the newbies who didn't necessarily know how to hunt, and were often pushed around, would probably draw them like flies. He was already nibbling, leaning his slender frame against a card table. Mettaton's heavily lined eyes drifted across the street, wondering where everyone was. He could always get up and shout--but that seemed a bit coarse.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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What was there to do on this rather chilly day? Scavenge for food, new clothes, the usual. The male had escaped a shitty life, just to still have a shitty life somewhere else; but, he had to admit it was much easier to handle here. People seemed to stick to themselves on the daily, he hated to be alone but, he managed at the same time. Sylmae was the only one to offer him aid when he arrived, having been starving for days maybe even a week before he found food.

His right hand came to his abdomen as it growled, he exhaled a bit. "I'm so hungry.." he whined to himself. He could smell something, meat. Alcohol? His mouth began to water, he hated this, he hated feeling so desperate. Of course he followed the scent until he saw the familiar male sitting with snacks out. He cautiously stepped back before peaking his head around the corner to stare at him, he admired the male's confidence, the thick lines of makeup; he chuckled a bit before he stepped out and leaned against the wall to speak. "Expecting a party?" He said; he tried to speak clearly but his voice broke in a nervous waver. "I hope I am not intruding on anything... M-my name is Damien, Damien Noir, a new War Grunt." He said.

He didn't come off as a fighter at all, his lithe almost feminine frame, sharp face, and pale gray-lit hues. He slid his hand down from his shoulder where he held his bag, he opened it up to pull out two water bottles he had scavenged earlier that day. "Need a drink?" He whispered smiling faintly.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one​
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
​
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
— Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
— Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
​
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
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Mettaton turned swiftly, his wavy black hair bouncing a bit with the movement, and he broke into a smile--he recognized this person! Slightly. Giving a beckoning wave with his gloved hand, the headhunter gave a coy shrug. "Only if one presents itself--and here you are, darling!" He could hear, with quite clarity, just how anxious they were--the tremulous voice, on top of the waifish, almost elfin appearance--Mettaton stood, to his full 6'3'' height, and gave a warm chuckle. "You aren't intruding at all, Damien--oh, Noir is such a lovely name. It's lovely to have you here--oh!" At the offer, he was pleasantly surprised, and hesitated before nodding. "I would love a drink--but only if you'll have some of this--I'm not going to eat it all myself and it seems you're the only one interested in keeping me company." He sighed, a bit... over-dramatically, for the situation. That wasn't exactly uncommon for him, though. "My name is Mettaton, darling--I'm the headhunter here."

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Sel]

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As of a few days ago Sel had been eating like the f**king princess she was, but had returned to the Badlands. Maybe she was crazy for leaving her family again, but she liked the Badlands. It was almost like another weird little dysfunctional family. And while the Warchief was never one who worried much about food, being that her roommate was the Headhunter host himself and her manservant was a rather skilled hunter as well, seeing all the food Mettaton had prepared and the alcohol, well, it wasn't like she had a problem with eating good food.

Without a word, Sel took a long drink from the alcohol, gulping it down and wincing as she lowered the bottle and setting it aside. Her gaze slide to Damien as he introduced himself, analyzing him when he said he was a Grunt of War. He was only a couple inches taller than her and just as thin and frail, if not more. She'd reserve any guesses about his skill in a fight for later, though, until he'd proven himself one way or another. "Welcome to the party then, Damien. I'm Sel, one of the Warchiefs." Her attention moved over to Mettaton, the events of two weeks ago practically forgotten. Practically. "And yes, we're making this a party."

[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]

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Mettaton made Damien blush, his pale almost non-pigment skin a faint pink. He reached over to place the water down and then the other in front of Sel, even if she didn't ask for it. He would surely find more, he had a little stash of dried meat in his own little corner so he was okay giving up some water. He slowly sat down and nodded to them and smiled. "Thank you for accepting me here, even though I am still getting the ropes..Though Tatiana doesn't seem to like me very much." He said furrowing his eyebrows for a moment.

The awkward male shifted a bit, sitting on his heels, he reached forward almost hesitantly to grab a piece of the laid out meal and slowly nibble on it. He felt intimidated, a warchief and head hunter? He was a grunt, pretty much a nobody. Of course this was nothing new to him, he was quite used to being in the shadows; that's how he picked up his talent of drawing. "Party huh?" He paused running his tongue over his dry lips and he leaned back against the wall. "I hope more come then, it'd be nice to get to know other people..I saw you before..Mettaton; when Sylmae got her puppy." He said nervously; the other male was so happy and cheerily, he didn't quite know how to react to it. Nevertheless, he loved it. They needed some sort of spark of joy here, and it seems Mettaton was that spark; the patinum haired boy smiled at him then Sel. Gray ice-eyes guarded as he looked around. "I..haven't even seen the person who leads this place, who is it?" He asked curiously.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one​
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
​
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
— Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
— Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
​
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
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Mettaton hadn't quite realized just who'd marched in, taken a swig of his wine, until she spoke--and almost immediately, the headhunter had spun from Damien to Sel, his eyes alight with joy. "Sel! You're here! You're back!" He beamed, moving forward--almost touching--but he pulled back, realizing perhaps, the warchief was not quite so fond of physical affection as he was. "And you've found my wine--enjoy it, darling." He swallowed, unable to hide his excitement before he turned back to Damien, and clapped his hands together--even he was being such a gentleman! "Oh, of course, darling!" He gave a small snort, and rolled his eyes playfully. "Tati, she's not the most pleasant--I mean, of course, she's precious--but don't take it to heart. Just be on your guard, and be smart--you'll be fine, dear." He nodded, encouragingly, as the young man began to eat, and leaned back against the table, his long legs crossing elegantly. "I hope so too--oh, yes! Don't think I'd forgotten you so quickly, Damien. Yours isn't a face I'm likely to forget." His brow furrowed slightly as the grunt brought up their leader, and with a small sigh, Mettaton spread his hands. "Blake. She's our top dog, here--she's often not around. She isn't exactly a social butterfly, you know--and if you get by without seeing her, you might find it very much to your liking. Still--if you ever see a woman with warpaint who looks like she might eat you alive--well, be careful. She might make good on that impression."

Mettaton might have been exaggerating a bit--he didn't think she'd ever eaten anyone alive. But it couldn't hurt--to scare a bit of sense into Damien, small thing that he was.

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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[Sel]

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sel

Sel was deepthroating the wine again when Damien asked about Blake, so she wasn't able to answer before Mettaton. His explanation was reasonable, perfectly in line with what Sel knew about the Top Dog. Still, she lowered the bottle and said, "What he said. You might never see her, that is until her fingers are ripping out your eyes so you won't have to look at everything else she does to you." She puffed a laugh. "I'm kidding, made that up. Blake isn't that bad, and neither is Tatiana. With Tat you just gotta get her to warm up to ya first." She was pretty sure it was made up, anyway. She had no proof that it wasn't. "And yeah, I'm back. Missed ya, Metta. Missed your wine more." She grinned at him and tried to elbow him playfully, to signal that she was kidding with that too.

//this is such a mess rip

[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]

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///Omg so sorry I was gone, my wifi decided to take a crap on me and needed fixed x-x;

Damien felt a bit of fear creep up his spine, was Blake really that bad? Of course they seemed to laugh it off so it assured the male some, he exhaled before nodding to them both and lightly snacking, eating as little as possible. Sel seemed to be the drinker of the gang, which didn't bother him any, just reminded him of his drunken mother back home; was it even considered a home? He shook his head slowly before he gave them both a charming smile. "I will take your words to heart; in fact..I might just be hidden as much as possible, i dont see why I need to find Blake anyway, Tatiana I can handle, just seemed a bit intense when I joined - but i was tresspassing so..I deserved it." He said to himself; he ran his fingers through his pale locks and exhaled some. He slumped down some more and let his head rest against the wall.
[spoiler=info ]
- I am the chosen one​
GENERAL:
· Damien Noir | Dammie
· Panromantic - Sexuality: Questioning | Male
· Birthday 11-07 | Twenty years old
​
RELATIONSHIPS:
· Single | Uneasy about love | Crushes: None
​
PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) | health: 70% | Starving/knife cuts
— Body: Very slender, almost feminine like. Height: Five foot six inches / Weight: 100 pounds
— Blonde locks usually gelled back, but as of late always in a messy style. Plantinum looking at times
​
PERSONALITY: [color=black]
- Damien is a shy guarded being, but soft to those close to him/trust worthy.
· Does not take lightly to new people, tends to build walls.
· Very protective of those he lets in and very giddy.
· He enjoys drawing, music, and even dancing at times.
· Does not take to loud voices, flinches at playful swats/crude jokes.
​
CARRY ONS: [color=black]
· protection: Doesn't have much to wear for protection, just his jacket.
· weaponry: Enjoys his butterfly knives, and his katana.
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Not really the violet type - only if needed to protect.
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=green]bold green
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nono no worries! <3


At Sel's quip, Mettaton pursed his lips into a frown--but then she dug into him with her elbow and he burst out into a giggle--his excitement wasn't very well contained, and he reached to tap on the bottle. "Sel, are you going to drink all of that? I'd like to get a bit tipsy, at least--"

Turning to glance at Noir, he smiled encouragingly and shrugged. "It's smart to stay out of the way, but don't worry too much. You're one of us now. Tatiana's quite territorial but she's a sweetheart." He sat down, turning to pick up some crackers and nibbling on them. "You look exhausted, darling--have you found a home, yet?"

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[spoiler=info — updated 1/25/17]
[size=8pt]GENERAL:
★ METTATON DARLING | METTA | afab male (gnc)
★ panromantic | pansexual
★ 24| oct/15 | real time
★ the badlands | headhunter


IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ cute
★ glam
★ has a stash of makeup

PHYSICAL:
★ human [10.15/main] | health: 90%
— 6'3'' & 195 lbs; slender torso but muscled, great posture but narrow shoulders. Long, thick black hair that's wavy and shoulder length, often tucked behind an ear, rarely in a ponytail. Often covering up the eyepatch over his right eye. Blue eyes and generally wears black, accented with pink, purple, and blue.
— [i]major injuries: (missing an eye, affects peripheral vision and depth perception)

PERSONALITY:
- mettaton has a huge fear of being genuinely hated, not cared about, not being good enough. he is pretty good at masking this but he has anxiety.

- mettaton has black hair and blue eyes, he's caucasian. he has two studs above his eyebrow and he wears very dramatic clothing as well as wearing makeup quite frequently, as he has compiled a stash. He is about six feet, three inches tall, and is pretty average of weight. He has one eye and wears an eyepatch.

- Mettaton is extremely dramatic, flamboyant, and glamorous. He loves making a statement--of any kind. He's friendly, though quite self-centered, and likes to use pet names a lot--notably, calling people 'darling' quite often. He gets extremely enthusiastic about quite a lot, and thinks of himself as above most earthly things. Though he can seem shrewd and is certainly intelligent and creative, he can be quite idealistic, naive, and even gullible, easily manipulated. It can seem hard to shake his confidence, but he can be made an unwitting pawn of someone's game if they know how to play him.


RELATIONSHIPS:
★ single
★ npc x npc| generation 1
★ No Romantic Interest
★ No Sexual Interest

INTERACTION:
★ interacts with literally everyone he sees + quite friendly, even flirtatious
★ difficulty: 7/10 in battle | + strength, speed, agility | - stamina
★ tends to negotiate, but if he feels that's impossible, he likes to make the first move
★ attack in bold #D600BA
★ can powerplay nonviolent actions
★ all IC opinions
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