tell your friends that i'm dead -- disappearance

[tori]

♛ WAS A LONG AND DARK DECEMBER, FROM THE ROOFTOPS I REMEMBER.  —

"Is your place really here? Is this where you belong?"

Sometimes, thoughts would surface and they would be easy enough to push down, shove them under with the guise of just being side effects of the uneasiness he harbored within him. It wasn't anything too bad or destructive, just small thoughts here and there. But this one? This one was....a little more persistent. Surfaced much more often then the others and he couldn't seem to make it go away for good. Maybe it stemmed from his struggle for any control over events in his life. He never really chose to be here, did he? He was too weak to have a choice, too young to do much else but accept a new lifestyle among the starry eyed Ascendants.

Now he did love it here. He loved Suiteheart and Margaery and Versailles, but there were so many here...he could feel himself backing up into a corner, a dark and shadowed corner to avoid social interaction. That was his fault completely, he was absolutely hopeless. But maybe that's just how it was, and how it was meant to be forever. Would he be an adult and still shy away so much? He hoped not. He wanted to be....great. He wanted to be strong, he wanted to help people, lead the way, something.

Alex stood up, the four walls of his room felt suffocating. He should be sleeping, it was late at night, after all. The moon was high in the sky, bright and somewhat comforting with it's soft glow. He frowned, shutting off all semblance of thought as he pushed his way out of his room, passed the door, and into the hall. He took great care to not be so loud, which wasn't hard at all when you were always as cautious and on edge as he was. It was habit at this point.

He left his meteor shard there, next to the small pile of rocks he'd collected. It had yet to be carved into.

Through the observatory halls and out into the night he went, shaking out his fur when the crisp night air caught him off guard. The moon really was bright, not yet full, but still bright enough to cast a glow across his dark form. The grass of the field brushed against his legs, they'd gotten longer since his arrival, beginning to hold some lean muscle from all his wandering. He was old enough to survive now, wasn't he? He could live on his own with care.

A gentle wind carried itself past him, pulling his eyes away from the dark sky to what was ahead of him. A small bird called out, taking his full attention before it took off. Alex took a single glance back before he followed, making his return to the lands beyond the Ascendants' boundaries where he was found.

"I'm strong enough. No one will abandon me ever again. They don't need me."

And just like that, Alexander disappeared into the night.


// i got development plots with this child so he must Run

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-size: 24px;"]— ALEX

#psychosocial.

[imperia]

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It is not so strange to feel the intangible tug at your heart, pulling and pulling until your feet begin to move of their own accord, transporting you in some random direction. Imperia knows that sensation all to well; the compulsion to wander and explore. She is not the sort who can stand being cooped up for much longer than necessary. Like a leaf caught in the breeze, she blows wherever her whims take her. There is a reason why the cleric oftentimes finds herself so far from camp, separated from the others by miles upon miles of gently rolling plains. Of course, now that she is a cleric, there are obligations which prevent her from roaming those golden hills as she would otherwise do in the absence of duty. Imperia loves what she does, do not be mistaken. But she is a girl who has always thirsted for the freedom of wide open spaces, and she is chagrin to ever give it up now that she has it.

In order to pass the time in a more enjoyable way between checking in on her patients, Peri decides to stop by and chat with some of the younger members of the Ascendants. Just to say hi and ask how they're doing--nothing too invasive. Next on her list is Alexander, but as she approaches his home, she finds that his door has been left ajar and his meteorite shard left discarded among other rocks.

"Alexander?" she asks, voice soft. The silver she-wolf carefully pokes her head in the room, as if there might be a possibility that he is still here and he simply forgot to close the door. "Has anyone seen Alexander?"

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - sassy

Freedom wasn't something that came readily available for the likes of a soldier. Once someone joined the military, it was obvious that one of them would end up being expendable and just a meat shield for those that needed to be kept alive. One simply signed their life away once they realized that they were going to become a soldier, and they were prepared to leave everything behind. There were several instances where one could only bring a certain amount of belongings when they were drafted. Barely anything made it way through the place and the places were usually left fairly bare. The exercises that they put them through made them feel like they were in hell. But could be much worse circumstances as they could barely train them and then send them to war only for them to get killed in the process. It wasn't a happy picture but it was a possibility nonetheless. The commanding officers were the one that would keep track of what their day consisted of. Drills, eating, cleaning equipment, etc. The soldiers weren't given all that much of a chance when it came to downtime and what they were allowed to do. Games were rarely played, as most things during that timeline were automated. If anything they would look at the digital tablets that they were given to use if they wanted to and watch something from there.

Washington didn't interact with the other soldiers all that much during his military career, as he was told not to get attached to anyone since they were in the middle of a war. That was one of the best pieces of advice that he had ever been given that was for damn sure. He was forced to follow orders that he didn't fully agree with either, not having much of a choice but to listen to his superiors. He was a soldier after all. He was usually punished if he spoke out against a commanding officers order, and that meant that he shut his mouth as he didn't want to do more exercises on top of his exercises. It was a brutal way to deal with the military, but everyone went through it and usually had the same experiences. They were at war, and there was no room for any type of mistakes either. One instance where Washington didn't follow an order that was given to him was when they were in the middle of the fire-fight and the commanding officer gave a suicidal order. He wasn't going to allow that to happen and he knew what he needed to do. He shot his commanding officer, and since the other was injured it meant that he was next in charge. He told everyone to retreat and saved all of the lives of his men. That had been his mistake though as he as blamed for losing an outpost, and his argument was to live to fight another day. From there, he was court-martialed and kicked out of the military.

It was there that he applied to Project Freelancer and when he was accepted into the program he was allowed a little bit more freedom. Washington had no reason to try and hide the personality that he did have, and he worked to the point of passing out from exhaustion. They regulated the gear that he was given, what his training schedule would be, and the times that he was allowed to eat. They chose the missions that he was on and after a while, Washington simply got used to being ordered around. It made it easier for him to not really think about what was happening, and just follow orders so he wouldn't have to think about making potential mistakes if he followed his own ideas. After years of being ordered around, it only made sense for him to get used to it. He wasn't going to question most orders that he got, unless it meant that they would be throwing their life away and then he would speak up. There were very few times that Washington was actually in the base of the outpost. He didn't really come here because he had better things to do and if Texas was in the base then he was going to do his damn best to completely avoid her. With his mental health completely broken, it just meant that he had to be careful. He didn't need another episode.

The Freelancer didn't really have connections to those that lived in this outpost, except maybe Imperia, so he didn't really care if someone ended up going missing. Washington had simply been in his room because he needed to gather up some food before going outside of the observatory to work on upgrading his helmet a little bit. The Freelancer was shuffling through the only thing that was in the room other than the mattress, and that was a chest. He was looking for what he wanted to eat, before picking up a small bag of jerky, as he wasn't all that hungry. Technically he should be getting some sleep in the next three hours, but since he hadn't slept in the past two days he didn't even really try to bother and get some rest. Washington adjusted his armor a little bit as he opened the door to his room.

He was forced to have to sit down to open it since he still had a broken leg and couldn't put any pressure on it. He turned the knob and the last thing he expected was to see Imperia not too far away from where he was. He turned his helmet covered head as she spoke out looking into someone else's room that was a couple room down from where he was. As far as he knew there was no one living in the rooms that were next to his. She was looking for someone. He hadn't seen anyone, and thanks to his helmet he wasn't capable of picking up scents. He had to rely on his hearing to find people. He made his way over, slightly confused about who she was talking about and why it mattered at all. [b]"Who is that?" Washington questioned in his usual deadpanned tone toward the canine. Tilting his head slightly, and then tilting it more till he heard a crack. He had a headache as usual, but he refused to update anyone on his current condition. The armored smilodon would remain standing there, the lights still on his armor.

howie

Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]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