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✯ — Goodbye, I'm sorry. I love you, please don't forget that. Smile for me.

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. A cycle old as day and night. As the brilliant lights up above faded into the early hours of dawn, a lone figure listlessly followed a cawing bird. They cast their shadow over plain, river, forest and mountain for days. An invisible string, a pull on the below figure urged to continue forward. Go on. Keep going. Don't lose him.

A single chocolate hue gleamed in the dim light, dim with exhaustion and a pain that was not as physical. The other, useless already, was covered. The left half of her face was a garden of yellow and blue buttercups. What started as two had morphed into more than ten. It didn't matter. It had happened before. Don't care. It made no difference. That eye had lost it's sight a long time ago, to the very same flowers.

Where paws once left a track of blooming life, nothing followed the figure. In the pale gleams of sun, barely overtaking the horizon, her slender form was small and fragile marking out the shape of a north american pine marten. Her rounded ears, torn at the tips from the claws of a friend, flicked, uninterested in listening to the morning chorus as lovely as it was.

Her metal claws were dull, smudged with dirt from a long journey. One she could not stop. Not until she fulfilled her goal, but every single day it become smaller and her hope sank lower into the ocean of despair the marten had long been drowning in. Alex, Prague, Stevie, Shine, it was her mantra. Her prayer. She could not follow three, but the forth...

She stumbled into trees, almost surprised at the sudden appearance of a forest. The chorus had to have come from somewhere. A hawk's alarmed cry kept her awake. "Calum," the always quiet voice cracked from lack of use. "Hush." The way she was, the once resolute Lessa Ren Solo could not sense anything. Her extended awareness had faded long into her trying journey and whether or not they came back, she no longer cared. Her tired brow creased as she raised her neck, peering blearily into the trees.

Once, in days gone, the traveling marten might have smiled, exasperation lining her face as the sharp-shined hawk never headed her call. She had never truly minded her companion's attitude, it was part of why she loved him. Love. Some nights she wanted to cry, and others she wanted to laugh. Not happily... Cynically, perhaps. No humor gleamed in her spirit. All her loved ones were gone, or too far away for her to get back to. Now, when Calum took off at a sudden new speed, Lessa could only falter, a protest lingering on her lips before she grit her teeth and trudged in pursuit. Silly bird.

Her paws did not take her far. They slipped and staggered until she landed before a field of flowers. The bird - carrying all her medical supplies no less - zipped across the sky, circling over... Somewhere, but she could not see. Tired. Her weak lungs heaved as she brought in air, her weak determination cracking further. The marten lay in the grass, a field of blooming life flickering in and out of focus.

Had she forgotten how beautiful flowers could be?

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Baby blue eyes fell to the horizon, where a soft and warm light was gathering. The world around her was painted in yellows, oranges, and golds. Other hues mingled within the main three though they were much more subtle. The white feline was sat against a tree, unmoving, unblinking. 'You stayed up too long again, Suiteheart Folie,' she could hear Erlend sounding off in her mind. "You know you like the sunrise too." Suite's voice was not above a whisper as she answered her past life.

The white feline inhaled slowly as the sun climbed and climbed and climbed its invisible ladder. She was sure she would never get tired of this view. Here, on the brim of the wide plains, where the flowers grew in hoards, the sunrise was the most beautiful. Suite searched the bond she shared with her wife, sending Margaery mental pictures of the sunrise. It was funny how things like that always reminded her of the chocolate point.

She kept watching. In fact, she almost didn't noticed Lessa. However, when she did, the feline perked. She watched as the other slowly collapsed in the field to rest. Concern flickered over her gaze as she stood, moving towards the other. It didn't take long to reach Lessa. "Hey," she called, voice low so as not to startle the other. "Are you alright? You're on Ascendants' territory. What's your name? I'm Suiteheart."

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*retro to injury*

He was on the search for others. But mostly he wasn't even searching to help them if he found them. If he managed to find the current Freelancer that he was looking for, he would honestly try and kill them before even asking questions. It was easier this way so that he wouldn't have to worry about someone trying to stab him in the back again. They had once been considered friends. Had once been considered to be part of a larger family. However, this no longer what they were to each other after they were betrayed by the person that had brought them together in the first place. It was horrible to think about what they would eventually hunt each other down so that they would know that they wouldn't be a threat to each other's lives. Without the jobs that they currently had it just meant that they were just going to have to find new ones, and anyone that had a big enough wallet to do so would be easily able to hire the likes of a Freelancer. They had to make their living somewhere now that they weren't part of a project or had been and they would be hunted by the government if word got out what the Director had done to all of them. Just because they had followed the man blind in what he was telling them to do didn't exactly make them innocent either.

They were responsible for their own actions and there was no changing that. It was a harsh truth. It was the harsh reality of what War did to those that were the weak minded and weren't capable of dealing with the loss of someone they loved. Washington knew what the Director went through thanks to the memories that were put inside of his head. He was a criminal. Not that anyone in the current outpost actually knew that. Instead, they just knew that he was a soldier and that was all he was even remotely willing to tell them at this moment. He didn't want to lose the trust that they had with the group, at least what was considered to be trusted. Washington didn't trust any of those that he came across, as the wounds that the Director had created and what he had done was cruel and still fresh. He didn't want to let anyone close for him just for either him to be used or stabbed in the back. He wasn't the naive rookie anymore. He was a soldier that had a task to do and that task was to get him and the rest of the soldiers that were here home. Even if that meant getting rid of the outpost that they were in to leave no traces that they were behind. They weren't even at the same time that they used to have been, going back in time thanks to the explosion that had set them back.

The project had taught him that mercy simply left more open wounds and loose ends that would come and mess up their operations in the future. He wasn't going to show mercy to the likes of animals that could potentially get in his way. That wasn't who he was, but he also knew that there was a chance that Carolina didn't want these animals to be killed because they were on the level of civilians. He would have to deal with that in the future, and he needed to get stronger if he was going to end up going against his coworker. It was during the hottest part of the day that the soldier went around to make sure that he didn't miss anything. If he came across any familiar equipment it would be a huge find even if they were planning on raiding human cities eventually. They had to if they wanted to figure out a way of getting themselves back to being a human. He hated being an animal, and that was one of the reasons he almost never took his armor off. The lion-sized animal patrolled every single day without fail, and there would be some days that he found something familiar and other days that he did not. He couldn't rely on tracking down scents thanks to the helmet he constantly wore, a helmet that hid all of his facial features.

The helmet had a filter in the hole that was in front of his nose that prevented any scents from getting inside of his helmet. The Freelancer had to rely on his hearing if he wanted to find anyone, and it was when he heard voices he thought he might as well see what was happening. The smilodon made his way over, keeping as much distance as possible as he could from everyone else. He only recognized Suiteheart, and he didn't recognize the child. He blinked his gold eyes behind his visor as he had to walk a little bit closer to see what they were looking at. It looked like... some kind of ferret. Washington didn't exactly have the best kind of animal knowledge, as when he arrived he didn't even know what he was till he looked up the features he had in a textbook. He flicked his shortened tail as he looked over toward Suiteheart. "Does something like this happen often?" The Freelancer questioned as he didn't bother to ask whether or not the ferret was okay. Washington having yet to know if someone was sentient or not based on their size. The smallest animal he's seen is that of a domestic cat. He still had a lot to learn about this world. Washington spoke in somewhat of a deadpanned and calm voice, a voice that he commonly spoke with. "speech"

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GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants | Regular member | Freelancer, Former Human

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Agent Washington always wears his armor and never takes it off. Which means no one knows what his face actually looks like.
★ He hates being called any sort of nickname, preferring for his full name to be used when addressing him. He will constantly state so, as its just how he's used to being talked to.
★ Agent Washington suffers from insomnia and auditory/visual hallucinations.
★ The armor that he wears is extremely tough, there are some spaces in between the armor, but if someone were to hit his armor it would not break.
★ Due to his experience when he was a human, he prefers working alone and not counting on others to help him in a bad situation.
★ Washington will not trust your character. No matter how nice they are. He will not tell them anything until getting to know them.
★ His current goal is to turn himself back into a human, as he doesn't want to be a cat forever. Because of this goal, he is less likely to offer assistance to the groups.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
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PHYSICAL:
★ ARMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Once being immature, goofy, and charismatic, Washington was changed completely after the implantation of a computer inside of his head that nearly caused him his death. He is a soldier and hasn't been anything but a soldier in his life, making sure to follow the rules as much as possible. He believes loyalty is everything, and unless given a reason to he will not betray anyone. He is extremely serious and will work himself to exhaustion before trying to relax. Thinking that he must be prepared for everything that will be thrown at it. He prefers to be alone, but that just puts more stress on his head due to the factor that his mental stability is almost nonexistent. Washington is an expert when it comes to regular military strategies, and he almost knows nothing of the clans and how they work. In his mind, he is only on an alien planet and they potentially did something to him. He knows that he needs to get back to the project once the ship had crashed, but now he is actually in a different world. His only plan is to figure out a way to find his goal, and if that means he has to kill anyone in his way to get the information he will do just such. Washington suffers from different lapses of hallucinations and this can be easy for him to snap toward others in a violent manner. Being a soldier, if all else fails he will use violence at his full extent.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Air Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Earth Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Fire Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ X-Ray vision (Not Discovered)
★ Teleportation (Not Discovered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend
★ Physically extreme | Mentally easy | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in by tagging account
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

✯ — Slipping. The marten was teetering. Her flickering eye struggled against the sudden pull of gravity. The refuge of sleep. Pathetic. Stupid. This is your own fault. Even though her prosthetic limbs twitched, it was all for naught; they could not hope to pull her back up. She had pushed too far. What else was there to do? Without Calum and her medkit in reach, Lessa knew it was not reasonable to attempt standing.

Torn ears flicked. Unfamiliar voices. Familiar phrases. What had she really expected? Alex, Prague, Stevie, Shine. Had there really been any hope for her success? Maybe she should have stayed. Trade blooming, swaying flowers for the rush of a river. For the shadows of massive trees. For them.

I'm fine... I can take care of it... Even in her head, it sounded of lies. Lies, lies, lies. Everybody lies. It wouldn't escape her parched maw even if she tried. Maybe she was done trying. The lie had been one she'd said over and over again. To herself and others. You have to be fine. They depend on you. Nobody depended on her here. Nobody knew her here either, did they? No lost friends would recognize her name... Why did she hope that in the first place?

What's in a name? The marten felt her brow crease once more. Les. Kid. Solo. "... Les... Lessa." She tried to focus on the flowers again, her world growing darker. Even her stubborn will cracked. She just needed a second of rest that's all. Just a second. There were worse places to lose consciousness.

It'll be fine. Not like it mattered either way.

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Suiteheart would nod in answer to Melody's question before speaking. "Of course we can help." It was always good to help those in need. Wasn't that what her mother always told her? Her father? She knew that message had been hammered into her head as a child.

Washington approached next, and she shrugged one shoulder. "Maybe more often than I'd like to admit." Her eyes didn't leave Lessa though. It was true; injured joiners were something that happened frequently. She liked to think of the Ascendants as some sort of triage center: they took care of those who couldn't take care of themselves, those in need of help, and in return, gained valuable members.

Lessa.

Suiteheart visibly flinched as the pine marten spoke. Lessa. Lissa. Lissa. Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again as she recalled one of her lost daughter. Lil, Eli, and Lissa. Her children. Her babies. She missed them so much.

Taking a breath to regain her composure, the white feline stepped forward with gentle movements. "Hey, stay awake for me, Lessa," she murmured, aiming to help Lessa rise into a standing position. Her tone was motherly and warm as she continued: "Let's get you back to camp where you can rest easy. We'll have our Cleric check you out too, just to make sure you're alright. Stay awake until we get there, huh?

"Wash? Give me a hand? And Mels, why don't you lead the way home, huh?"

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Washington wasn't sure what he should have expected. The Freelancer just now starting to realize that things int he wild were going to go through a rough time when it came to survival. So seeing an injured animal isn't something that should be considered all that strange either. It was the way of life. Some died and then others survived. At least, thats what he hoped was the correct words to use. The former human didn't know a lot about the animal world and was still trying to figure out how to get out of it. He knew that he didn't belong in a place like this. He was basically an outcast, or he was making himself into one just so that he wouldn't be responsible for anything that happened to this place. He could see why if someone wanted to escape their life and ended up here why they would want to stay in such a place. Washington had no intention of staying here, and the same went with his comrades. Washington turned his helmet covered head toward Suiteheart as he listened to her instruction. He was going to have to carry this thing? That seemed more complicated just thinking about how he was going to do such. If he was a human he could just use his hands but he had his paws. Paws that were strong enough to break a humans neck if he wanted them to. The armored smilodon watched as the ferret was forced onto their feet. A sigh escaped the smilodon's jaws as he lowered his head, and aim to roll the ferret onto the back of his neck. Of course, he didn't know what a pine martin was and wasn't going to call her anything different unless he was corrected. If he managed to get Lessa's body between his helmet and where his chest plate would begin, Washington would then aim to take her back to the base. "speech"

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