it was nineteen seventy nine

[Chevalier.]

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Sleep had grown fitful and rare, something they sought and yet seemed unable to obtain for any length of time, each small snatch of rest they could gain touched with nightmares. It had grown hard to force themself to even close their eyes when night came, fear a powerful thing as it touched their young heart, left it to skip a beat and grow erratic once they dared to allow their lids to fall shut, rasping breath edged with sobs they couldn't quite voice. There was nothing different about this night though they had sought the comfort and warmth of Moon, curled tight against his side as the lion slumbered, quiet in his sleep though the child was not, twitching and murmuring soft sounds.

Mere minutes. Such was all Harland could stay like that before their breath grew short, a heavy weight pressing upon their chest forcing them to shake off the remnants of sleep, their body shaking as they struggled to contain the need to cry, swallowing hard against the lump in their throat. Shaky are the movements which draw the darkly toned child to their paws, golden eyes shifting between the bodies around them, some familiar while others are but faces they can barely recognise, watching for movement as they take a slow step. Each after it is placed with some thought, a few seconds spared between each, stretching out the short passage to the entryway of the hide.

A soft sound escapes their lips as they cast a look over their shoulder, for a time wondering how good an idea this was when the last time they had wandered alone had ended with their throat opened, left for dead. It was different here, however, a gentle sense of security present which settled their frayed nerves enough for the child to slowly move away from the hide, quickly moving to the observatory's entrance.

Through their nose Harland took a deep breath, enjoying the chill of the night air, a soft, content sigh riding upon their exhale. Stepping out onto the path they took a slow, easy pace, not quite paying attention to their surroundings, simply enjoying the peace of the night.

[ [member=1551]TEXAS[/member] & sorry this took me a bit and it is so bad, i've been writing all night and it is after midnight so i'm beat ]

the ascended — dwarf star — tags

[Tex]

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sleep was something texas would recall as a rare treat, like that of a child being able to eat as much of their favorite cake as they want to on their birthdays and only their birthdays. that's what it was like to the freelancer for the longest of times before she appeared in this peculiar world. it's been more...peaceful here than what she initially expected; and it was honestly quite disappointing and dull. the only good part to this is that she is able to do more research on how she and the other freelancers will be able to return to their human bodies with little to no interruptions. the sleep here was nice, but they needed to get back to where they belong.

a gentle clanking sound due to her armor, followed by the sound of a regular pawstep, could be heard from the female as she decided to go out for a midnight stroll. the night was still young - she felt - so why not go and get some quality fresh air? granted she had her armor on, she could still very much so smell the freshness of the air and wilderness around them. it was a calming thing for her to experience; best she not get too infatuated with it. continuing her stroll at the midnight hour, she heard the even gentler pawsteps of the child nearby. for a moment, the agent pondered on who else it could be before she approached the nearby sound.

a soft "hm" escaped her lungs when her visionaries fell upon the familiar harland as they were on a stroll themselves. she remembered them from earlier when they were left for dead at the edge of the ascendants' border after whoever the fuck made the attempt of ripping the kid's throat out. tex rarely cares about anyone or anything, but she was hoping for the miserable thing to make it, deep down. seeing them walking all alone like this was definitely reassuring...however. deciding to approach the kid, she casually stepped in their general direction. "hey, what are you doing out here by yourself." texas would state more than question. she didn't like them being out here, by themselves, knowing what literally just occurred; she wasn't about to have that.

//ahah no worries~! it's good! dw bout it~
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Tags: Updated 8/2:

general
★ agent texas | tex, texas, allison | female | heterosexual
★ the ascendants [member]
★ former "human" [aka ai]

info
★ texas has severe trust issues with people so she will not be willing to let off too much information to basically anyone who has not earned that respect.
★ she's stubbornly independent, meaning she prefers to do things on her own regardless of the situation. when she is forced to be in teams, she will either do all of the work herself or assume the role as leader.
★ texas' overconfidence in her abilities will always lead her to underestimating any and all opponents; she will not take battles seriously until something happens that forces her to do so
★ she can be viewed as intimidating and hostile for her warrior demeanor towards friends and foes alike, so it may be hard for people to try to interact with her
★ when she wants to do something it is going to be extremely difficult to rationalize with her. if she is determined to accomplish a goal, she is going to see it through until it has been done.
★ texas can be extremely resource in damn near any situation she is in, so it will be difficult for anyone to "trap" her.

physical
★ white lion with blackish-gray colored armor on upper part of her body and head that also covers her neck. this armor is extremely durable due to the material it's made of and will not be able to be broken/melted/etc. off.
★ weight: 300 lbs.
★ height: 6'2
★ battle scars throughout body from a wide variety of weapons
★ major injuries: n/a
★ minor injuries: injured left hind leg

health
★ HP: 98%
★ physically inhuman
★ mentally strong

powers [all unknown]
★ air element
★electricity element
★ intangibility
★ invisibility

personality
texas is a stone-cold, ruthless, independent female who is and will never take any kind of mess from anybody in existence. she's not one who wants to make friends and live perfectly happy life since she grew to discover that is not how the world works. with her warrior demeanor, she's often viewed as a hostile and aggressive character with little to no emotions towards things or people. her overly confident view on her impeccable skills make her underestimate any and all opponents she may be forced to face, which can make her reckless in her actions. she is normally a serious individual who doesn't see the point in jokes and will chastise beings for being utter idiots of uselessness.

relationship
★ single
★ npc x npc

interactions
★ usually difficult to befriend
★ pm for plots
★ all opinions ic
★ powerplaying illegal for all cases[/i]