SEPTEMBER && o, m&g/return

[charrie graveyard]

★ THERE'S A THING CALLED LOVE THAT WE ALL FORGET, AND IT'S A WASTED LOVE, THAT WE ALL REGRET. YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE JUST ONCE, SO DON'T FORGET, FORGET ABOUT A THING CALLED LOVE —

Well, things had certainly been busy for the past few weeks. Despite having joined weeks ago, he still hadn't had a chance to go out and meet everyone- simply because he had been distracted by moving in, getting Lyra settled, and various other things. The list went on, but he had finally gotten everything done. You'd think a guy like him, who had nothing upon joining, wouldn't have taken any time at all to move in, but Cass had actually been scavenging for the past few weeks, picking up things he found interesting and placing them in his room. A lot of of these things were junk- liquid timer, a teddy bear with half its ear missing and an arm falling off, and a box of unicorn bandages, all of which sat on his desk in one corner. He also had normal furniture in his room, a standard bed, a bookshelf with a couple books in it, a lamp, and a door that led out to a balcony- and then of course, he had some astronomy posters hanging from his walls. Most of them were in bad shape, but still fairly readable. The absolute cherry on top of his decor, however? The various glow and the dark stars he had put on his ceiling. Those were his favorite- perhaps it was childish of him to have all these kiddy-esque items lying around but did he give a shit? No, absolutely not.

Trotting down the steps of the observatory, Cass made his way into the main room, mumbling to Lyra, who was currently perched on his shoulder. Anyone passing by could faintly hear the german shepherd saying something along the lines "What do you mean "you need to drink less"?" or "Ok, miss smarty pants, me stumbling into a shelf and getting knocked out by empty cardboard boxes happened ONE time. It was definitely not "20 times"". Eventually, the conversation seemed to end and the male would sit down, clearing his throat. "Heya, i'm gonna host a real quick meet and greet, for those of ya who don't know me! Gather round'... if you want, I mean. I'm not forcing you to, by any means."

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px COLOR2; font-size: 24px;"]— CASS ★

#psychosocial.

[RENÉ.]

[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]As someone new to the group, René did not know very many people well. René did not have very many friends. All of these statements were true if "not very many" meant "absolutely none". Yes, it was rather shameful to say, but the plum-colored feline knew basically nobody. Was it the eyes? Should he buy contacts? No. He should be proud of what God gave him. The eyes probably aren't the issue, in the first place.

To remedy this dilemma, René would probably have to go out of his way to make some allies. The tom had never done a "meet-and-greet" before, but he could easily surmise what one entailed after a few moments of incredibly intense brain-racking.

René walked over to the site of the meet-and-greet, where he dipped his head in greeting to the German shepherd.

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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - sassy

There were several instances where some may not see Washington for a couple of days. Some could say that would end up being completely normal as he was working constantly and never seemed to stop and rest when it was really needed. The Freelancer had no reason just to sit around waiting for something to happen. There were still threats that were at large and he didn't know where the bastard was. Carolina was a serval now, and then there was the issue with Agent Texas. So, in order to avoid all of them he had started his own schedule for the patrols that he usually went on and timed them correctly. Every soldier had a schedule that they were following, and it didn't take Washington all that long to figure out what everyone's else was. They would leave maybe an hour of downtime which meant that they could be anywhere during that hour. The time that he had to be most careful. Not having slept in the past two days just meant that it was going to make him more snappy and also more exhausted than he had ever been. He was mentally broken right now, and the last thing that he wanted to do was to get angry or to have an episode right in front of them.

He refused to show weakness to the likes of a bunch of animals and wasn't prepared to show that he wasn't 'capable of fighting back with his broken leg. Indeed, a lot had happened since he had met Cass, such as his arm being broken, Carolina dying, and several other instances that confused him. It still shocked him that these animals were capable of coming back to life and that frustrated him even more. It was as if this world was treating death like it was just another do-over that Washington refused to believe. He didn't want that to happen to him and he knew that if he died here that would probably be the end of him. The Freelancer didn't want to die until he could complete his mission, and he was going to complete his mission no matter who got in his way. So far though, he had yet to attack anyone for interrupting or upsetting him. They hadn't given him a reason to just yet, but if they did then he would most certainly end up killing someone in a seconds notice. The armored smilodon was coming back from his daily patrols, meaning that the sun was going to start setting soon. He rarely ever came to the observatory unless he needed more food rations and would go to his rooms.

Avoiding his problems probably wasn't the best strategy but he didn't give a damn. He could do whatever the hell he wanted and no one was going to stop him. He craned his neck to the side as the sound of his metal armor rattling gave an idea of where exactly he was. The Freelancer flicked his ears inside of his helmet when he heard a familiar voice. He made sure to memorize the looks and appearances and voices of those that he had met. It was easier this way instead of looking like an idiot when he didn't end up knowing someone. Washington was beyond physically exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open. Still, he turned his head in the canines direction, and debated whether or not sitting for a second wouldn't be that bad of an idea. Most of what he did was kept secret, so one could say that he didn't work all day because they didn't see him working. But no one had seen him resting yet either. The armored smilodon made his way over, having his broken left arm slightly raised in its splint so he didn't put pressure on it. The former human sat himself a little bit of a distance away from the two fo them before speaking. [b]"Agent Washington if you forgot." He doubted the other could forget the likes of him. He was one of the two that actually had a decently set of armor. Church had armor, but he only had his helmet and wasn't going to protect him from much.

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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

[★ HAZEL]

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with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

So many of the joiners these days seemed to come and go — there was a name, a shuffle of paws, and a “thank you,” before absolute silence followed. That wasn’t the case with everyone, but it happened with a good few, and it was...slightly concerning, if Hazel was being honest. She hoped they were alright.

Then again, Hazel had forced herself into a hole of inactivity for a solid week while trying to shuffle her powers and Titanium’s silence. It was so strange to be alone in her own mind again; she often found herself at the point of discomfort with the static between thoughts. Part of her knew Titanium wasn’t gone for good because the nightmares persisted, which was unsettling within itself. The other part of her felt restless with the lack of distraction. With her free time, Hazel had played her ukulele until her paws were numb and discovered her new power’s method of madness: emotion link. Which sucked, but was unavoidable. At least as long as she was in the Observatory, precious metals and gems couldn’t weasel their way up through the floors.

Hazel was on her way inside from chasing after Arion (a game of tag with a creature bred for racing was a horrid idea, now that she thought about it), out of breath and tired when she spotted Cass. Immediately, she lit up, having not heard from the boy in a while. Initially she had been worried that he would fade into oblivion like so many others, but the sight of him talking to Lyra brought her a spark of happiness.

“Cass!” Hazel purred, trotting over. “Glad to see you up and about — I thought for a second we’d lost you. How’ve you been?”

HAZEL E CAELUM — KUIPER CORPORAL — MOODBOARD — PLAYLIST — TAGS

© MADI

[pallid-i]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Pim was definitely new, and she had no idea who this guy was, so upon hearing the call for a meet and greet Pim made her way over. The overgrown domestic feline looked down at Cass and give him a toothy smile. Hopefully he didn't make any comments about her size.. She was quite self conscious about her height due to her gigantism. "Hey there! I'm Pimostra." She said as she took a seat near René.