I am The Law. I am all that is and ever will be. [ Independent OC account for Daisy. See 'bio' for details. FC: Ali Larter. ]
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A hobby that doesn't get enough attention in the midst of the apocalypse.
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{{ GOONANANAN DRAW SERIOUSLY. more like haha what a great joke to tell. 10/10. would tell again. }}
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Affinity for Smoking
Courtesy of her adoptive father, Daisy picked up one of his nasty habits: smoking. She smokes constantly, especially under stressful situations. Her preferred brand is Marlboro Light. However, she'll grab anything that she can get her hands on.
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You should've known better. You should've tried being friendly. Her expression turned bitter while she studied the handgun within the other woman's possession. Pensively chewing on the inside of her cheek, she froze in place. At an agonizingly slow pace, Daisy lowered the shotgun.
What did she say? Latin? No, not a term I know... Teeth slid across her lower lip, muscular shoulders jerking upright.
"Answer me. Are you a bad person?"
It was a childish question that exposed her naivety.
New criminals have been spotted.
Violet scoffed, mentally scolding herself for her uncanny ability to get herself in these situations. Fortunately for her, guns being pointed in her general direction was becoming more or less of a comforting constant—something that said “Everything else will change, but someone will always want to shoot you between the eyes.”
“Y’see, here’s the thing: I have a tiny problem keeping my mouth shut. I also have an itchy trigger finger that gets even more itchy when I come across uno che va in culo a sua madre such as yourself.”
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New criminals have been spotted.
dangerousoutthere started following you lightholders started following you edwardsmith started following you lefttodiefightingtolive started following you
"Don't move; don't speak." A young woman cocked her shotgun, gray eyes obscured by the pair of aviator shades she donned. She spoke in a drab monotone; mechanical, robot, astoundingly cold. The muscles in her jaw twitched, body tensing up. This was a do or die situation.
"Anything you say can and will be used against you."
That is, unless these newcomers chose their words carefully.
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100 Followers Give-Away!

Holy crap Look at that! 100 followers for little ol’ Ed.
You know what this means?
A GIVE-AWAY!!
Not just any give-away! Oh, no! I won’t be handing out some merchandise or give away a free commission.
This give-away is
*drumroll*
a 3D model of your character!
You heard me right! I will, together with you, concept your character and make a 3D model out of them.
You will be getting something similar as below.
It will be stylized, around 1000-2000 tris and with a hand-painted 1024x1024 diffuse map. (if that means anything to you.
If not, check the sketchfab window below. (just click on it and use your mouse and scroll wheel to rotate and zoom in)
Next up,
RULES!
You must be following me.
You must be an rp blog.
You have to reblog this.
If you win, I will make a model out of the character you roleplay, unless you REALLY want me to make someone else.
And be willing to let me exert artistic license
Be willing to also let me use this model for things like example works or portfolio
I will be drawing the winner from a number generator, and I will make an announcement as well as contact you personally if you’re the lucky winner!
Drawing of the winner will happen a month from now, june 25th!
Get reblogging, my awesome followers! <3
Thanks for a great first year on tumblr.
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[ i'm really happy you made this blog u___u ]
{{ Thanks. ;w;! I’m gonna try to be fairly active on here. }}
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The Law: A Playlist for Daisy; Compiled by: themilfmaster [Link]
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
“Shotgun. Heavy, but it does the trick. You get used to the weight in your hands, the sound of the explosion and the smell of gunpowder. After a while, it’s nice.”
Thanks to the aviator shades she donned, the young woman’s expression was unreadable. She shifted her stance, spreading her feet apart whilst crossing her arms over her chest.
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