WE ALL LEARN TO FIGHT THE REAPER | joining

[buckingham barnes]

Trust was something that Buckingham learned the hard way. Back when he was forced to become an asset, he lost every memory from his head. He remembered waking up with a confused expression, wondering what happened that lead him to loosing his leg and memories. Little did he know, the mutated cheetah who he was with was responsible for it all. In the moment, it didn't seem like it could have been them, as they seemed so trusting with their words. They were acting concerned, telling him another clan(that he learned later on was his original home) was responsible for his leg and memory loss. He was easily manipulated to an asset by them, turned into a living, breathing weapon. It wasn't until his memories began to come back to him, when he finally questioned his handler. It almost cost him his life, but at the end of it all, he broke away from that monster.

And for now on, Buckingham is careful with who he associates with and trusts. Bucky learned the hard way that someone can deceive people with a false persona, and he doesn't want to fall victim to that again. That doesn't mean that Bucky is closing himself off to people due to his bad experience. He just has to be more attentive and alert for any vibes or signs that make him feel like someone is acting off. He will still trust people, but won't hesitate to feel suspicious if they start acting different than what he's grown used to.

The maine coon was padding near the border, when his light blue gaze landed on a figure in the distance. An unfamiliar scent invaded his nose, most likely from the stranger who sat at the border. Buckingham paused for a moment, as more familiar scents began to make their way into his nostrils, noticing his clanmates surrounding the individual. With a flick of his ear, the former assassin decided to make his way over, padding silently as ever. Each step he made was like he was a ghost, barely noticeable.

As he got closer, that figure quickly turned to a domestic feline with stag antlers. His nose scrunched as the stench of smoke reached him, ears flattening to his skull. Buckingham can't stand the smell of smoke- it is disgusting. Plus it's not even that healthy, the assassin couldn't understand why someone would want to inhale smoke into their lungs. The smell just reeks everywhere, and it isn't pleasant. "I'm Buckingham Barnes, feel free to call me Bucky." He said with a swish of his bushy tail, trying to ignore the awful stench.