Clarke Griffin:

Her whole body stiffened. The whole ordeal changed her, she followed Lexa and her idea that 'love is weakness' crap. Indra said she saw potential in you, idiocy sure, but potential and therefore asked you to be her second. You had been given a pot with thick black liquid, the type they used for war paint. You had your eyes completely covered with the stuff, it was a mistake at first, you didn't know that a little really did go a long way, so you made two lines down your cheeks with one going up your forehead. You weren't sure where this was going but you went with it. You left the tent and came face to face with Clarke, her whole body stiffened. She looked at you like she saw someone completely different, she stared at you for a while before a small smile made its way to her face.

"There's our warrior."

It was your turn to smirk.

Bellamy Blake:

You had been walking through the Reaper tunnels with Bellamy, Lincoln, Octavia, the Grounders, along with some of the Sky Guards to save your people. Luckily, you only encountered a few Reapers but you were still on the lookout. Your eyes were misted in a cloud of black paint, you no longer looked like the innocent girl you once knew, you were a warrior. A few Grounders went ahead of you and you turned around to talk to a smaller group to give them the plan, no one dared question you and they looked at you in fear. They feared you more than the Reapers.

Lincoln went up to Bellamy and nodded in your direction. "Your warrior is doing well, slightly intimidating, but doing well. They fear her," he finished while Bellamy was looking you up and down.

He had no idea how good you looked as a Grounder until this very moment, he was shocked the say the least, he hadn't even noticed your face until he looked over.

He licked his lips before replying to him, "My warrior has that effect." He smirked as he continued to eye you down.

Raven Reyes:

She wasn't the only one who could be badass, and you were going to show her that, she had called you weak earlier that day and that boiled your bones. You slapped the eye makeup on your face, your right eye had a thick line of the stuff going diagonally from the left side of your forehead down to your lower right-hand jaw, and your left eye was hollowed out with the stuff. You walked out of the tent with a blank look, to anyone else you looked like you were ready to kill, but to yourself, you looked like a scared little kid. Someone patted Raven's shoulder and she turned to look at you, her smile dropped into a shocked look and her eyes widened, she excused herself and limped over to you.

"I take back everything I said. You look hot." You raised your eyebrows at her then winked before walking passed her and to some other warriors leaving her speechless.

Monty Green:

You were just as innocent as he was, therefore when Octavia had finished with you, it came as a shock to both of you as to how good you looked. She had copied her look and replicated it onto your face with the help of Lincoln, who also had the same look. You stayed in the tent and paced nervously until the tent flapped opened revealing Monty, he looked at you as he entered and slowed down his actions, he opened his mouth a couple of times to say something but nothing came out.

"I...you look...I uh...you..." He was directly in front of you and he gulped. "Look really good." He nodded to you still staring in shock.

Jasper Jordan:

You had copied Anya's old look with the eye makeup and you were proud, you did a good job. You were walking around camp talking to other people when someone tapped you from behind, you slowly turned around to be faced with a smiling Jasper whose eyes widened at the sight of your face and slowly his smile became a smirk. Confidently, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

"This look is good on you, you should do this more often." He wiggled his eyebrows a couple of times. He really did like the look because for the rest of the day, whenever someone tried to approach you he would always say, "How beautiful does my little warrior look?" However, it never was a question more of a statement.

Octavia Blake:

Octavia was now a Grounder, she was your best friend, your family. You weren't too sure about Lincoln but soon grew to withstand him and his silence. You thought it over for a while and decided you wanted to be closer to Octavia and so you asked Lexa if you could join her clan, which she agreed, as long as you became a warrior. She did your war paint and it ended with you having a similar look to hers but the drips were smaller and also above your eyes instead of just down. You and Lexa both left the tent and she told you to grab a knife, you bumped into Octavia on the way and she was speechless, for the first six seconds before she grabbed your face and examined the paint.

"Looking good, I see you followed my advice. Grounders are the way to go." She winked before patting your shoulder and walked off joining Lincoln's side. Yeah, Grounders are the way to go.

Commander Lexa:

You had been one of the Sky People that came down with the Ark rather than the delinquents so you never really knew what was going on, or what to look out for. Clarke knew you on the Ark because you would usually attend the med bay after a fight or wound you received from working, therefore asked you to be her 'second' as she put it because she knew you could fight. She did your eye makeup, she made it look like a mask had been placed on your face and she was very proud of her work.

You had been walking around camp when someone walked into you. "Watch it punk," you growled out and came face to face with, who you guessed was, the Grounder Commander.

She raised an eyebrow at you while taking in your appearance before nodding to herself. "My apologises, little wolf." She smirked before turning back and walking away.

Harper McIntyre:

You were a Grounder. You joined the fight between the Grounders and Sky People early on when the second wave of Grounders that flooded into their camp. You saw a girl, with a band around her forehead, cornered by one of your own, she was unarmed and crying. You had snuck up behind him and slammed the bottom of your spear to the back of his head knocking him out.

The girl looked up at you in fear, she slowly stood up, a new load of tears came down her face. "Please don't kill me, please."

You grunted at her and motioned your head towards the dropship, she looked at you confused before running off in that direction. You saved a girl who feared you. You saved a girl that you were meant to kill.

Nathan Miller:

Being one of the unlucky ones at Mount Weather, you had stuck by Jasper's group, which contained none other than Nathan Miller. You had been friends on the Ark when you were little before you were arrested for getting into a fight with a guard. It was when the Mountain Men were collecting people for bone marrow treatment, you didn't want to be one of them, you had found Clarkes old ink set that Dante had given her and used the black to cover your eyes. It wasn't necessary but it helped in some way.

Nathan came up behind you to tell you to get ready when he stopped mid-sentence to look at you. "You know, if we weren't about to be drained, I would so kiss you right now, because, this look—" He motioned to your face. "Is really doing it for me right now, not gonna lie." He nodded slowly while taking in a deep breath.

John Murphy:

You were patrolling the woods late at night when you heard a ruffling in a nearby bush. You picked up your sword and readied yourself as something made its way out. You pulled it completely out of the bush and flipped it over on its back. It was a teenage boy, you had pinned his right arm down with your left leg while his left arm was pinned down with your right knee, you hand your left arm on his throat while your right held a knife to him.

"Okay, wow, get off me." You growled at him and noticed his bloodied face. "Please," he begged and closed his eyes tightly as you pressed the blade to him tighter. You released your hold on him and he opened his eyes to look at you.

Your darkened eyes looked pitch black with the war paint on your skin and he gulped lightly. "You belong to me now," you growled out to him before slamming a rock to his head knocking him out before dragging him to your camp.

Finn Collins:

Finn knew about Lincoln, he knew that he was a rogue Grounder who didn't live with the others. But what he didn't know what that you had been following him as he followed Lincoln to Octavia. He was about half way to Lincolns home but far enough from his camp when you jumped down from the tree with a knife in hand. He must have heard the sound because he spun around quickly to face you with his hands raised in surrender.

"Don't attack, I'm looking for one of my own, she was taken by one of you." He kept his gaze on your face and it soften when he realised something, you had no one else with you. "You are a rogue Grounder as well, aren't you?" He no longer looked scared, only sympathetic. "Please help me." You thought about it for a moment before nodding and leading the way to your brother's home.

Commander Anya:

Lexa was very fond of you, she would often drag you away sometimes to do your war makeup because she wanted it to be perfect. You weren't sure why she was so persistent on making it look nice when it would just be ruined by sweat later on. Today took longer than usual for her to do the paint which puzzled you. You slowly walked out of the tent not knowing what you looked like when Anya came over to you, she looked like she wanted to speak with you but never said anything.

"...You look nice," she concluded before gulping down with a soft nod. "Ready for...for training?" She asked while acting weird. You nodded to her slowly and she had a faint smile. "Good, you're my partner," she finished before walking away awkwardly before coughing to herself. What did Lexa do?

Lincoln:

Your eyes were surrounded by a thick layer of paint, you were new at the whole 'being a Grounder' as Octavia had put it. You stayed by the gate of camp to wait for Lincoln to join you, he usually did when it came to going on hunts, but he never saw you dressed as a Grounder. You looked out to the woods and heard heavy boots smack the ground, you turned to see Lincoln jogging to you quickly but slowing down once he took in your appearance.

"You're looking..." He was trying to find the right words, he looked mesmerised by you and almost forgot to finish his sentence, "feisty," he concluded with a nod to you and a small smile that grew on his face. He must have liked it, he never looked away from you the entire trip, almost forgetting it was a hunting trip.