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Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« on: June 02, 2017, 04:01:21 PM »
Dear god, he had no idea where he was going anymore. He'd lost his brother, he'd lost his dad. His mom was long gone anyway, leaving him to be the meat-bag of the group. His brother ditched to go solo, and his dad was dragging him along by force up until four nights ago, when Trevor woke up to find his head bashed in. He'd left alone after that, looking for another group. Hugging himself, he stared into the city, keeping an eye out for people as he took cautious steps in, pausing to scan every block. He'd heard of a group called the Badlands somewhere east of where he'd been. He'd been walking and struggling for food for three days now as he traveled in the same direction, looking for this group. Now, unknowingly in their territory, he continued on.

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #1 on: June 02, 2017, 05:54:11 PM »
From what John remembered, trespassing was a surefire way to wake up in a ditch without the ability to breath; maybe that'd changed, he didn't know.

The man kicked a small chunk of concrete as he trotted down an abandoned block, flimsy hunting spear in hand as he followed the familiar path to the forest. This was usually a barren place, which was why he liked it; nobody around, nobody to piss off and inevitably fight.

Today it seemed like it was different though, with someone hugging themselves as they wandered cautiously. He stopped, not certain if he should leave them alone or approach. He wanted to leave, but they looked fucking helpless and people like that didn't last long without aid.

"Hey, kid." John called as he walked over, spear still in hand but he held it loosely and kept it pointed towards the ground. "What're you doing here? You look like hell."
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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #2 on: June 02, 2017, 06:07:46 PM »
Trevor was watching down a nearby alley when he heard the distant call of his name. Jumping slightly, the surprise made his head spin, and he threw a hand out to catch himself against the wall to his right. As he found John with his eyes, he realized that the other man was armed.... Trevor didn't have anything. At this point he was screwed; he wasn't even strong enough to fight off a kid. "U-um, h-hi-hello!" He looked at the ground, at his own torn up shoes... "Uh, I'm loo-looking for the Badlands, t-the... the group. I need to join." Not want. Need. He had nowhere to go that would protect him, and if he was here, maybe they'd teach him out to defend himself over time...

"Is this... is this the place? Are you o-one of them?"

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #3 on: June 02, 2017, 06:59:05 PM »
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Did she have any time for punny pipsqueaks, no, she didn't.  But yet she couldn't ever flat out judge someone straight from how they look.  After all just look at Tatiana, she was a seventeen year old girl, standing at five foot flat and not looking really at all dominating yet she would kill you quicker then you could say 'cute'.  But here she was walking around and noticing two figures.  One she had no idea whom they where but the other being one she knew of - Whiskers. 

A joiner probably, but this guy looked like if you said boo behind him he'd jump up so high that he'd latch onto an old street light.  But yet, she couldn't bring herself to say he was useless.  Sure he'll be dead in under a week, but it'd be fun to start throwing bets.  "Uh, I'm loo-looking for the Badlands, t-the... the group. I need to join. Is this... is this the place? Are you o-one of them?"

Walking over the Top Dog had this walk too her that made others get out of her way.  Glimpsing over to Whiskers as she approached, "Well you've stumbled into the den of the devil, but why do you want to join in the first place?"  She spoke looking at him, her eyes like daggers, as she spoke with her russian accent she finally made it to stand infront of them.  Arms crossed as the usual stance took on its form.

Spoiler: TAGS | UPDATED 04/08/17 • show
GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Top Dog
✨ 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 extremely 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 
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?


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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #4 on: June 02, 2017, 07:11:20 PM »
Trevors eyes flashed over to Tatiana, his posture unwillingly straighhtening. Something in his but pulled and he swallowed hard; she did not look good. As she started him down, he waited for her to speak, wincing as she did. "Because," he nearly spit, feeling a sudden irritation at the question, not that it showed. "Why wouldn't I? Everyone say-says your deadly fighters and don't let an-anyone push you around. I need people like that." He frowned at his feet, feeling tears of fear well up in his eyes. Were they just going to turn him away or... kill him? His eyes instinctively turned to find somewhere to run should he need to...he was pretty good at that as long as nobody got a hold of him.

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #5 on: June 03, 2017, 08:53:01 AM »
This had been him once - alone, scared and lost. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of civilization and the sneering glares of the old Badlanders, but that had been years ago, and most of the people who mocked him at his joining were dead. Trevor had gotten off easy with this tiny crowd. The brown haired boy had been riding a stolen bike, his knuckles white from gripping the handles and his feet positioned flat on the pedals. From months of practicing, he had managed to ride at full speed while standing. Once Dylan spotted the stranger and the small group, he skidded the wheels to a stop, halting on the other side of John and Tatiana. He let one foot on the pedals to rest of the curb, brown gaze flickering over Trevor curiously.

Dylan knew better than interrupt the Topdog while questioning someone else - although him and Tatiana were on good terms, he knew she would still knock some sense into him if need be. He nodded a silent greeting to the people gathered but remained silent.

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GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls)
& 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.

PERSONALITY/OTHER NOTES.
& Often smiling. Can turn anything into a joke, will always be the optimistic one.
& Most of the time he sticks to himself, hiding away in his apartment. This is because of his haunting memories of his childhood.
& Loves animals. Mostly dogs.
& Although friendly and smiley, he will not be afraid to get his hands dirty if need be.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& Daisy Hearst + NPC father
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& He lived with his twin sister, younger sister and parents. His father was very abusive. Eventually his mother and little sister left; a year later, so did his twin sister.
& A few days after his twin left, he turned thirteen. That same night he ended up "accidentally" almost killing his father with a broken vodka bottle. To hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house and smoked a cigarette on the front yard while his father screamed inside.
&. He then lived in New York for a few weeks. He joined a gang to survive and lived there for two years, although he never really belonged.
& 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.
HEART MADE OF GLASS, MY MIND OF STONE
TEAR ME TO PIECES, SKIN AND BONE -

HELLO, WELCOME HOME ----

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #6 on: June 03, 2017, 02:24:35 PM »
John sneered in frustration as Tatiana arrived, interrupted his conversation, and frightened the new meat. He leaned back on his heels, not interrupting Tatiana; he didn't have a death sentence, especially now that she was apparently Top Dog around here.

He crossed his arms as he watched the stranger's mild transformation; he still looked like he was about to cry, but he wasn't dumb enough to let them push him around too much. John nodded in confirmation at Trevor's assumptions, though the assumption that they were all deadly fighters was a bit much; anybody could kill if given the opportunity, but not everybody could actively fight.
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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #7 on: June 03, 2017, 03:09:18 PM »
sel

Dylan and John had the sense to stay silent while Tatiana interrogated the newbie. Sel lacked that sense, but she knew Tat liked her, and was plenty ready to meet violence with violence if the Top Dog decided the ex-Warchief's words warranted it (which would be a little much, in her opinion). "Well, you've come to the right place." Sel said, the short, thin woman coming over to stand by John and Dylan, casting an appraising look over the newbie. She never made assumptions of strength based on appearance alone (look at her and Tatiana, they didn't appear as deadly as they were) but this kid... Didn't look like he had anything, no meat on his bones, no guts in his torso, no weapons in his clothes. "Thing about coming to a place filled with ruthless murderers is, you gotta fit in with them." She smiled sweetly.

//welcome to the Badlands!
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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, @Sel 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
Sittin' on the counter in your kitchen, Can you hear my heartbeat fucking kickin'? Your eyes light up 'cause you best believe, That I got, something on my sleeve, I walk my talk, no time for wishful thinking, I push up on my toes, you call me "sweet thing", And breathin' down your neck, your body screaming, And you thought you were the boss tonight, But I can put up one good fight, I flip the script like I can take a beating, And when you start to feel the rush, A crimson headache, aching blush, And you surrender to the touch, you'll know, I can put on a show, I can put on a show, Don't you see what you're finding?, This is Heaven in hiding, oh, And when you start to look at me, a physical fatality, And you surrender to the heat, you'll know, I can put on a show, I can put on a show, Don't you see what you're finding? This is Heaven in hiding, This is Heaven in hiding, oh, Sittin' on the concrete in your basement, But I don't have no time for conversation, Said this ain't what you usually do, And a girl like me is new for you, And I can tell you mean it cause you're shakin'

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #8 on: June 03, 2017, 08:16:55 PM »
He tucked his chin to his chest modestly, feeling ready to throw up. He looked a little green, his cheeks paling slightly. There was becoming more and more of a crowd, all ready to go at him. With a deep breath, he met the eyes of one, the one who spoke to him. Told him he had to fit in. Biting his lip, he went over some practiced words, something he'd said to more than one person to try and save his own ass. "I-I can be helpful! I know how to u-uh, to be a... crap," he felt his vision start to blur, and he felt a hotflash coming on... "T-the... someone who helps uh," Crap, what was the word? His brain wasn't working anymore, and it always worked well, unless he was being pressured like this! Curling his toes and balling his hands into fists, he reached up to scrub at his eyes, trying to steady himself. He widened his stance, not wanting to pass out or fall over and look worse than he already did.

This was terrible, he couldn't think about what he needed to say, there were just so many of them and what if they didn't care? "M-Medical a-assistance," he squeaked, fighting his terrible anxiety and panic with tears welling up in his eyes. "I know how to h... help people heal. I used to set my brothers b-bones and... and I can stitch, and..." A shaky breath escaped him; he didn't want to die. This was terrible... it was awful. "Please don't kill me or... send me away or... I can be useful! I'll learn to fit in, I-I'm a fa-fast learner!"

// Thank you so much! x3

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #9 on: June 04, 2017, 09:36:28 AM »
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"Why wouldn't I? Everyone say-says your deadly fighters and don't let an-anyone push you around. I need people like that."   He wasn't wrong there, they didn't let anyone push them around, they where strong and deadly.  But that didn't mean joining the group would give you that ability.  you had to learn what your strengths are and you needed to have the will to survive.  Examining him up and down he seemed too frail, too weak to harm anything but maybe a harmless butterfly. 

She could tell that Dylan had wandered up, but didn't say anything.  John had also shut his mouth from saying anything.  Questioning, what the leader takes sport upon.  Seeking fear in every member to see what makes them tick, to see how dangerous they truly think they are.  Suddenly she heard the voice of Sel, her green hues looking to the side.  "Thing about coming to a place filled with ruthless murderers is, you gotta fit in with them."  Tatiana didn't mind her speaking, they once not too long ago where both Warchiefs, they worked well together. 

"I-I can be helpful!  I know how to u-uh, to be a... crap, t-the... someone who helps uh, m-medical a-assistance, I know how to h...help people heal.  I used to set my brothers b-bones and...and I can stitch, and... please don't kill me or.... send me away or.. I can be useful I'll learn to fit in, I-I'm a fast learner!" 

His constant stuttering was about to drive her nuts, she hated it, the panic that came with it from that person.  The constant sound of not knowing what they were saying.  Tatiana let out a sigh as she looked at him, she could tell he probably could tell of her status, he sure did straighten up quickly.  The badlands were never the ones to turn down anyone, not even the weakest of those who've come, but that didn't mean they helped them get better.  "I'll allow you to join," she spoke as she looked at him with uncaring eyes, "but don't expect much help, you fend for yourself, you protect yourself, and you never turn you back to anyone unless you have a death wish.  If you make some friends you can seek protection in them if they allow you too.  It's an all for all world out here, if you aren't ready for that, then don't expect to last long."

As she spoke she crossed her arms, for a seventeen-year-old who looked like a little girl she was ruthless.  She learned it from the last top dog, don't show any feelings and the less risk you have of getting hurt.  "You have the choice of becoming a Grunt of War of a Grunt of Prey, and if I see it, I will make you a Worm."  She spoke her gaze sharp as she waited for the decision of which he'd become.

Spoiler: TAGS | UPDATED 04/08/17 • show
GENERAL
✨ Tatiana Dogsworth | Tat | Cis Female (she/her)
✨ Scorpio / 17 years old / ages in real life time
✨ Badlands
✨ Top Dog
✨ 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 extremely 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 
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?


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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #10 on: June 04, 2017, 12:01:21 PM »
At this point, all he could do was breath, with his eyes downcast and his shoulder hunched. It was like being scolded over nothing again, but at least this time it wasn't over absolute bullshit. This lady had a point, even though she was probably hardly older than himself, who... well, if he remembered right, he was somewhere around Sixteen this year. "Y-yes ma'am," he spoke up, lifting his eyes cautiously as she offered him up a choice. He furrowed his eyebrows at the choice, creating a hard crease between his eyes. "Grunt of Prey." That choice was easy enough, he could catch food, if that's what it entailed. He'd rather whatever a Grunt of Prey was, than a Grunt of War. If he got put out there for battle he'd be cannon fodder...

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #11 on: June 05, 2017, 11:57:25 AM »
thats when little ro would walk up, blue eyes wide and curious. He looked over to his sister, Tatiana, and moved to gently jab Trevor in the chest with his thick wooden club. For someone as small as Roanoke, he could carry more than you'd expect. "girl! Ta-tee-on-ah! No meat on boy! Like me! Boy strong like me?" he questioned.
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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #12 on: June 05, 2017, 12:18:41 PM »
Trevor winced, eyes narrowing down at Roanoke. What...? He tensed, his eyebrows furrowing in a mild annoyance. "Probably smarter..." he murmured under his breath, avoiding looking down at the little guy. His face flushed in exasperation and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking back down to Roanoke. "But... not really strong." His shoulders fell.

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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #13 on: June 05, 2017, 01:02:42 PM »
The brown-haired boy watched the exchange curiously, wondering what a Grunt of Prey actually did. Majority of the Badlands were on the War side, himself included, but it was interesting to see Trevor go against the flow. Dylan already liked him. "Welcome to the Badlands. I'm Dylan." Smiled the taller boy with a curt nod, his hands working themselves into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. He was not an indimidating soul - only tall, but skinny, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, light hair and a friendly smile. Unlike the others, he kept minimal weapons on him at all time.

/ sorry, i'm kind of museless today : (

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GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls)
& 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.

PERSONALITY/OTHER NOTES.
& Often smiling. Can turn anything into a joke, will always be the optimistic one.
& Most of the time he sticks to himself, hiding away in his apartment. This is because of his haunting memories of his childhood.
& Loves animals. Mostly dogs.
& Although friendly and smiley, he will not be afraid to get his hands dirty if need be.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& Daisy Hearst + NPC father
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& He lived with his twin sister, younger sister and parents. His father was very abusive. Eventually his mother and little sister left; a year later, so did his twin sister.
& A few days after his twin left, he turned thirteen. That same night he ended up "accidentally" almost killing his father with a broken vodka bottle. To hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house and smoked a cigarette on the front yard while his father screamed inside.
&. He then lived in New York for a few weeks. He joined a gang to survive and lived there for two years, although he never really belonged.
& 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.
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Re: Shakey Fingers - Joining, O
« Reply #14 on: June 05, 2017, 05:21:19 PM »
Trevor bit his lip, still feeling that unhappy knot in his stomach. While he'd joined in hopes for protection, at least for a little until he knew how to do it himself... it looked like not only was he being thrown from the frying pan and into the flames, but he ended up immediately offering his growing skills as a doctor to them to try and save his skin. Whether it worked or not, he wasn't sure. "Hello, Dylan. Uh, I don't remember if I said, but-but I'm Trevor Hunter." He wrung his hands together, feeling the urge to pick at the skin around his nails. "Trev is usually fine, or anything else, really." A shrug and a little sniffle; at least this guy was genuinely kind, Trevor could help but offer up a small, timid little smile back, his teeth spaced in the middle with the obvious need for straightening, not that he'd get it.