HERO OF ISHVAL // O, MILITARY STORIES

[Roy Mustang]

Roy wasn't sure how Margaery thought this was a good idea. Gather around the youngsters of the clan and tell them military stories. Roy was aware that the clan knew about his military past. They all mostly knew that Roy was a Colonel in the Amestrian military, Roy and Maes were apart of the same military, and Riza and 'Fullmetal' were his subordinates. Roy hasn't said anything else about his military experience. He kept most of his military experience as a secret- they didn't need to know Roy was trying to become the leader of his country, that he was involved in a civil war down in Ishval- now, that's something Roy would rather not discuss. Especially around children, he's sure their parents will be yelling their asses off at him if he told them about Ishval. But despite these thoughts running through his mind, Roy decided to go through with Margaery's suggestion. Roy just has to think of some military experiences that he can tell the children, some stories that won't be too scaring or unbearable. And then it came to him, Roy can tell them about his experience in the military academy, that's when he met Maes for the first time.

Limping out of the Cleric's den, the Flame Alchemist padded to the center of the Observatory, a sigh escaping his lips. Roy hopes he won't regret this, he's basically going to be babysitting some kids for an hour or so. "Hey Dwarf stars and Fireballs, I have some military stories to tell if you're interested!" Roy called out, as he sat himself down on the ground, hoping this won't go badly.

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LOST IN SKIES OF POWDERED GOLD ✧ Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Despite Margaery telling Roy to tell the Dwarfs and Fireballs military stories, Luna had gotten curious, so she had taken a seat in the back of the room, her blue-eyes focused on Roy.

She was wondering what stories they would hear from the Starstruck Guardian.

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[★ HAZEL]

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

So...this probably wasn’t the greatest idea for Hazel to attend, considering all that she had been through. But the girl was currently a little dazed by all that had happened recently: exposed secrets and too much contact for her to physically know what to do with. Her head was foggy, unclear, her body on autopilot as she moved towards Luna and Roy.

She heard “stories” and had turned in their direction, regardless of what type. Stories only had beneficial links in her mind: they took her to different worlds and spun tapestries of gold in her mind. In her haze, she remembered Bastille reading her stories. Homer, Ovid...The Odyssey, The Iliad. She missed hearing those.

Wordlessly, the girl tucked her paws underneath her and took and settled in.

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★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★

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[Pele N. F. I.]

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Pele was very much a girl for stories, so when she heard the call from Mr. Roy, she was eager to get over before she missed a single word. The demoness settled down next to Hazel and smiled at her mother. She fixed herself till she was comfortable and silently unfolded a wing over her friend. She looked kind of out of it today.
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[Owlie]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]The Ghost didn’t materialize. He took refuge in a nearby structure. High enough to be out of everyone’s way. Close enough to listen. Vader had been the Commander of the Imperial Navy, Anakin had been a General. Maybe he could find common ground with Roy.

"SPEECH"

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[kinglykingstone]

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An interest was sparked in Cooper as he heard the call of military stories. "I'm a bit older than a fire ball but can I still listen?" asked the canine, smile on his maw.
"Speech"

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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Military. That was a loose term when it came to the era that he was from. Although it seemed like he had basically ended up in the past from the looks of the thing. Or at least from the intel that had managed to gather fairly quickly. It wasn't easy to come by because he actually had to read books. Books were basically nonexistent where he was from, having nothing but digital pads to use instead. Projections. It almost felt weird to feel paper underneath his paws, but it was better than knowing nothing and having to ask those that lived here what was going on. He was told that there were other former humans that had appeared here, but he wasn't sure exactly how to take that seriously or not. The entire situation seemed a little bit too ridiculous for his tastes, even if he was an extinct cat right now. Washington had never been someone that was allowed to really lead anything. He was never high enough on the leaderboard in Project Freelancer to be trusted with something like that. If anyone was leading, it was either going to be Carolina, North, or even Wyoming. That was of course before Tex came into the Project and everything was flipped on its head and the organization basically burned to the ground. However, he did know about other military operations. But instead of the group fighting each other as in human wars, they were fighting against an entirely different species altogether. Aliens that were more than willing to try and make sure that humans went extinct. That had been the reason why Project Freelancer was created. He was the worst of the best in the group, and he was one of the more naive. Gullible to listen to what others were saying to him, as he had no reason to distrust those that were his teammates. Although he liked more than others.

He had been the guy that was willing to devolve a stressful situation, but he was almost always a jack of all trades. Maybe that's was why he was so high up on the leaderboard in general. Either way, he had landed here and had no idea what to really do. He was researching more on astronomy just so he could figure out what planet he was on. There were thousands of planets that this could be, as during his travels in space it was easy to find planets that one could live on. The idea of talking animals though was a little bit much, and he was still incredibly awkward. He wasn't who he was back then during the early time of Freelancers. After they injected a computer in his head that tried to commit suicide, he was different, and it was all their fault. Well, it was bad for them because now he knew literally all of their secrets. The soldier had been walking around the observatory back to the creature he was asking for books on this current era where he heard an unfamiliar voice through his helmet. The armored smilodon turned his head to look toward the telescope that he would end up using. There was another cat up on it and there were others that were surrounding him. One word caught his attention though. Military. Wait, was this one of those that were a former human that Bastilleprisoner was talking about? Hope leaped into his chest because he wasn't even sure if he would be able to return back to his regular form, but gathering information about other experiences may have correlations between them. The dark grey smilodon moved over toward the group, keeping a distance away from everyone else thanks to how closed off he was. "Military? Where were you stationed?" Considering the different times that they existed, there was the doubt that Washington would even get any useful information. But he had to TRY."speech"

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Tags | Updated 06/26/18:

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:
★ AMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference (#3).
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

[Margaery]

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Ah yes, she had indeed asked Roy to tell some tales from his time in the military. The Ascendants has been faced with a startling (in the best way) influx of children as of late... what better way to keep then occupied then with stories? She, herself, was even a bit intrigued, appearing only to take a seat near Hazel and Cooper. She was the farthest thing from a Fireball - especially considering her spiritual age - but still possessed a strong curiosity in the details that surrounded Roy’s past life. She just hoped that his tales were child appropriate.

//mobile sorry for the mistakes!!