Ｆｅｃ Ｔｅｒｒａ（ＡＣＣＥＰＴＩＮＧ）

[inverse-pickpocket]

Name-Dylan Macchia
Gender-
Male
Age-
Twenty-five
Height-
6'2
Sexuality-
Bisexual
Occupation-
Civilian
Lab-
None. Lives in a building made for civilians.

Personality-
Dylan Macchia is never one to hold back. One may say he comes on too strong...
He treats everyone like a good friend right off the bat, which isn't necessarily a good thing. Although he's usually outgoing, friendly, positive, he does have a more subdued side. It isn't shown much, a Dylan has this conviction that everything is just better if one is always happy, optimistic, even if it means bottling up some feelings.
He lacks some common sense, can be a little egotistical. Occasionally a romantic~

History- Dylan Macchia is and was never anything special. The only noteworthy thing about him is his constant- somewhat annoying- happiness. He isn't extra rebellious, extra intelligent, not a scientist or genius of any kind. Just a nice, normal dude. Perhaps the most normal person on the planet...
As a kid, and adult, he was generally liked by everyone, no enemies, but no great friends either.
Grew up in a normal home, with normal parents and a normal sister. He only came to Fec Terra because to be with his girlfriend... Who died three months after they got there.

Other- Will reply after this~

[HandleAnimal]

ke_A_Wolf"]Maggie opened an eye to gaze over to Mallar. "My stomach feels fine now. Just a bit sore. I wouldn't touch me yet. Or ever again. I don't want to risk infecting any of you" she said simply before sighing and closing her eye again. "I don't know about you, but I find that thing over there.... odd" she said before gesturing to the strange looking parasite in the glass jar nearby.[/quote][/qu

[Probably a Doctor]

Josef Heilburg
He nodded and thought for a moment
"Vell.. Zen do it.. Kill me.. Get it over vis.. If I'm blind, I can't to any of my vork anymore.. I'm jobless." he said with a straight face
Maybe it was the pain killers setting into his brain.. making him seem a little lofty
"I need ze eyeball removed, Melanie.." he said with a straight face
"Or else it vill get infected, und kill me faster zan ze bullet vill.."

Edward Richtofen
He gave her a knife and a fork and frowned
"I vould never! How could you sink such a sing!" he huffed while sitting down to enjoy his omelet

[inverse-pickpocket]

Julia Mallar
A small smile spread across her face and she nodded. "I've seen a lot of strange crap on this planet... But that has got to be the worst. It was feisty, too. Your intestines must have made a fine home~ It did not want to leave!"

Azusa Monarch//Tagged; Tyler
Azusa pathetically clawed at the floor, but it didn't help any. "Please. Please don't. I'll do it, but I don't want it now or like this. Please, Ty." The scientist whispered, momentarily stilling. Tears pooled in his eyes, and one dripped down his cheek. That was all he had. Perhaps just letting Tyler do whatever he wanted would be better than struggling... But Azu wouldn't be giving up that easily.

[Medieval Witch]

"I said I knew you wouldn't do that" she chuckled. "sweety you know you wouldn't. I know you wouldn-" she gasped suddenly and put a hand on her stomach as a pain ran through it.

[Probably a Doctor]

Edward Richtofen
His eyes widened and focused on Morna while he was in mid bite with his omelet
"Vaht's wrong.. Vaht's going on?" he asked while slowly lowering his hand

[Medieval Witch]

She panted and squeezed his hand, "I-I owe" she groaned. "I-I think the baby's coming" she groaned. "b-but my water hasn't broken, " she groaned in pain and squeezed his hand hard

[Probably a Doctor]

Edward Richtofen
His eyes widened and he nodded
"Ach.. Vell.. Could it be a false alarm? Are you feeling alright..?" he asked while moving to come out of his seat and went by her side while squeezing her hand and putting the other on her belly softly to feel

[Medieval Witch]

She panted and it suddenly vanished "ok...ok it's gone. I think it was a false alarm" she said softly

[inverse-pickpocket]

Dylan Macchia//Tagged; None
Dylan hummed happily as he exited the flat he called home. It was a modest little building, nothing special, but better than what some rogues had to live with. He descended the stairs quickly, challenging himself to go as fast as possible down each flight. It may have looked a little bizzare, but it was always fun.
He didn't even stop to rest when his feet his the dusty ground. There were only one or two people out and about, which kind of saddened him. Dylan was a people person, and it got lonely when nobody was around.
He went on still, walking with a spring in his step to nowhere in paricular