FUCK YA CHICKEN STRIPS — RAID

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JACOB WICKLIFF CORLEONE

"Pincher Roux! What do ya' think you're doin'?" Jacob was not a fighter. He didn't get involved in things like this due to the fact he only had one completely functional legs. However, when he heard about this, he couldn't not come. He and Deniz were going to be married in just a few days and he was not going to let him get impaled again. Now that he arrived, though, he saw the man was soaking wet in some sort of water and Jacob was not about to jump in there and ruin his bandages and sweater to save him. He looked like he was fine anyway. If he was actually drowning Jacob would help but he seemed fine, which somehow made Jacob even more angry. "Our wedding is in three days, what were ya' thinkin', puttin' yourself in danger like this? Ya' don' see me runnin' around n' tryin' ta' sprint a marathon or-or go in a house fire or- oh, I dunno' but ya' get the point! I don' think you'll live through gettin' impaled twice n' I intend on gettin' married regardless ah' if your alive or not-"

That wasn't all necessarily true but Jacob was angry so he was allowed to be as dramatic and angry as he wanted to be. "Pincher, do ya' realize tha' I only have one functional leg n' I came all the way out 'ere ta' get ya'? Did ya' really think I'd just stay home? I have ta' admit, 'm a whole lot slower than a lotta' the other Typhoon members but I got 'ere eventually n' now my legs hurt really bad n' I'm in an even worse mood than I was before." He was really just ranting at this point but he might as well let it all out before he couldn't anymore. "N' another thing, did ya' forget tha' my best man currently lives 'ere? Ta' be fair, Jersey's living situation is a li'l weird sometimes n' I'm sure he'll leave this place jus' like he usually does when he wanders 'round but still! Half of the people 'ere are supposed to be in our wedding. I actually thought 'bout invitin' some ah' them but I guess I can't now 'cause  you're throwin' some kinda' weird bachelor party where you smash everything and punch people! Would it 'ave killed ya' ta' at least wait until after the wedding for this-" Jacob barely acknowledged all the fighting going on around him, his main concern was that Deniz knew exactly how upset he was about their current situation. Even as he yelled, though, tears started to gather in his eyes. "I jus' don' need this kinda' stress righ' now, Pincher. Ya' had ta' know how this would make me feel n' I'm tryin' ta' get everythin' all set up n'-"

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Bastille fucking called it. He had said the very first day that he met Pincher that the guy was fucking shady as shit, and would stab them in the back one day. He was going to be saying a lot of I told you so’s later, but in the meantime he was getting caught up on what the fuck was going on. He leaves for one political meeting and comes back to this shit? Just his fucking luck, goddamnit. Bastille joined them quickly, ice blue gaze sliding over chaos as he took stock of the situation, the air around him starting to heat up with tense energy. His eyes narrowed once he spotted Pincher, and he was striking towards the bastard when Jacob made an appearance.

[b]”Damn, Jake, are you really marrying this bastard? You deserve so much better,” he drawled, though the words were edged with something sharp as he eyed Pinch. He liked Jacob a lot, thank you, and wasn’t pleased that his jackass of a fiancé was about to make them enemies. Asshole. Bast held back from going after Pinch though, intrigued to see what would happen.

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JACOB WICKLIFF CORLEONE

Upon seeing the Astral Seraph, a wide smile spread across Jacob's maw despite his tears and his attention shifted from Pincher for a moment. "Bast! 'S good ta' see ya'. N' tha' ain't true, Pinch is a real wonderful man. I love 'im a whole lot. I know ya' might see tha' right now 'cause he's attackin' ya' n' everythin' so tha' might look kinda' bad but he's real sweet n' nice, I swear. I think if you two jus' sat down n' got ta' know each other, ya' might get along real well," he answered hopefully. Did he actually think that? Not particularly but he liked to be optimistic and he wanted his fiance to be friends with his friends so here he was. "Actually, ya' know what? I think ya' should come ta' our wedding! It'd be a real good time for ya' ta' see us n' I've wanted ta' come n' catch up with ya' anyway. Jersey is already in the wedding so I don' see what the problem would be ta' have another uh... ascendant with us. Besides, you're my friend n' I want ya' there." At this point he glanced towards Pincher and spkoe in a slightly louder voice. "And seein' as I made my way all the way 'ere ta' help my fiance from killin' himself, I think I deserve at least one guest tha' I wanna invite outside ah' Typhoon. I mean, really, I got three bad legs. I coulda' killed myself comin out 'ere, for all anyone knows."

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DELDRACH

FEMALE — JAGLIONESS — STRIKER

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#psychosocial.

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She'd been out hunting. Disconnected from the world, she had no idea that chaos was erupting in the territory until she wandered a little too close, close enough to hear the fighting. She makes her approach, throwing the pitiful deer carcass aside, until she can make out Jacob's words echoing across the area. Versailles remembers him, remembers when he had visited - he seemed sweet, seemed okay to her, nothing like the savages the Typhoon make themselves out to be. She listens to his words, his demands to stop the fighting, the approaching wedding - why did this Captain Pincher decide that it's a good night to fight?

Versailles sees the closest battling pair, Agent Texas and a jaglioness, continuing their fight despite Jacob's call for a halt. She thinks it's pretty disrespectful, especially when Bast (oh gods, Bast) and Jacob enter what seems to be a civil conversation. It's rude.

With a deep breath, collecting all the air that she could into the depths of her lungs, Versailles expels a breath of fire between [member=1551]TEXAS[/member] and [member=185]deldrach[/member], aiming not to hurt either party and to simply separate them from each other with a wall of fire. When the stream of fire bursting from her mouth dies, a flame remains lit in her right eye, burning inside the mask's eyehole and sparking with embers as she struggles to keep her lids peeled despite everything in her body telling her to close it, it's too bright, it's too hot, she needs to blink, but she forces them apart anyway.

VERSAILLESPALACE "VERA" AURELIUS — THE ASCENDANTS — [color=#d5c5c5]TAGS

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[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Well, she had thought that her first battle as an actual member of this place was going to be thrilling, tough even. But the challenge hadn't been what she thought it would be. In fact it was down right disappointing as she watched the other beneath her begin to lose consciousness. So much for that. Her arm aimed to tighten up and then she would attempt to smash her other paw against the back of his head to really knock him out before she would release him and his limp body. Tch, she didn't and wasn't going to stop any fighting. Not because some guy just waltz in and says so. They came here looking for a fight and she was damn sure not the merciful type and she would express this by what she was doing right now. Shifting her body a bit she would aim to grab onto Caesar's scruff and try to drag him off toward the Observatory. Oh yeah this guy was all her's. She looked almost smug even and she kept her firm grasp on her captive because at the end of the day someone needed to pay for foolish mistakes. And it seemed this guy was going to be the one to make that sacrifice. After all she was not the type to give up something that was this easy anyway.

[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member] , also making the capture thread now!

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

He wasn't exactly late. And it wasn't like he was capable of fighting either. With a broken leg, one could say that he was on medical leave while the rest of them wasn't exactly on medical leave. Most of the Freelancers were in fairly good shape and he didn't quite understand how they were going to end up coming out on top so easily. Half of the those that existed in the outpost were here, and whatever these guys thought was going to happen obviously wasn't working. The Freelancer had been sitting next to a tree, and since no one could see the look that he had on his face, he obviously looked bored. Everyone was tearing each other apart, and this was something that Washington knew probably better than the rest of the animals that existed in this world. War wasn't pretty, and there were bound to be casualties from both sides depending on how much these animals really wanted to kill each other. Washington knew that if he had his battle rifle, he would have shot everyone through the head right now, but he couldn't exactly operate a gun with what he was currently. So, instead, he had stuck to just watching.

He didn't seem to be obligated to help those that were in potential danger, as he was taking mental notes as he worked. Making note of the different fighting styles that other animals hide and what they were willing to do to win a fight. He of course was also watching Carolina fight an animal that was around her size, maybe a little bit smaller and come out on top. To be expected, but he had been slightly worried that the female would end up getting hurt again as she had yet to fight in the new body that she was in. Washington didn't really bother to watch Texas all that much as he was more than capable of taking care of herself. Simple and efficient. That's what they were trained to do. While Washington just sat there, a tired yawn made his jaws open inside of his helmet. Once the yawn was over, he raised one of his paws and adjusted the splint on his left arm before looking at Carolina having taken down the animal that she had fought against. Was the other dead? Probably not. He noticed the smug look on her face, and he wasn't sure what the think about that. He was glad that she had confidence, but too much confidence in this group again to lead to some future trouble.

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[color=black][b]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