RA RA RASPUTIN | SPARRING COMPETITION W/ SNOWBOUND

[Roy Mustang]

"Ascendants!" Came Roy Mustang's booming voice, who was standing in the middle of the Observatory, purposely trying to grab everyone's attention. Fellow ambassadors, such as Gordon, Margaery and Suiteheart, knew exactly what Roy was planning. He suggested an idea to them all a few days ago, and it's finally time for it to take place. Flicking an ear, Roy continued to speak with a commanding tone. "Meet me outside at the Plains for a sparring competition with Snowbound!" There was no way that Roy was going to host a sparring competition in the observatory, a smooth, grassy field would work best. What Roy had planned in mind was setting his clanmates up with Snowbounders, so both groups can gain experience in fighting. Whoever wins in each fight will continue to a new round with a new opponent, until it's just two members sparring in the final round. Whoever wins the last round will win the sparring competition all together. Without saying another word, the Flame Alchemist made his way out of the observatory, heading to the Plains.

When Roy arrived at the Plains, Roy could smell the scent of the Snowbound coming. Good, they're almost here. Roy sat down, waiting for his clanmates and Snowbounders to arrive before he began to set people up and explain the rules.

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

i should've said what i hear
i should have let myself fear

Honestly, Atbash was only coming here to learn some fighting techniques since she practically knew none. Sure, she had instinct telling her to fight with her teeth and claws, but that was about it. She didn't know any specific maneuvers, or fancy fighting styles. Atbash dipped her head in greeting to Roy as she arrived, waiting for the others to start showing up.

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

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[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Her eyes opened and a groggy look was on her face as she struggled to wake up. Falling asleep outside had not been her ideal plan but sometimes things didn't go the way that she had wanted them too. Her head shook once as she attempted to wake herself up before her jaws parted on a hefty yawn that seemed to push all the air from her lungs before it was pulled back in again as she sniffled a little. Ugh, was she getting a cold? Was that even possible for a feline? She didn't know of the sicknesses that some of these things could carry or even get for that matter. Licking her muzzle as she pushed herself to her paws the woman allowed her ginger form to stretch, elongating her spine for a moment before she closed her eyes a little against the sun that filtered through the canopy of leaves. That was when the loud call rang out and she jolted before turning her gaze toward the 'Colonel'. Tilting her head a bit at what he said she began to walk forward, tail flicking back and forth almost lazily. What was he yelling about? Her head tilted but as she got closer she perked up a bit because he said spar. Sparring was what she was good at, fighting, killing, she excelled at and she felt a bit of lightness enter her chest. "Sign me up." It would give her something to do and a much welcomed distraction.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

He was out of shape. Washington knew this considering that someone much smaller than he was was capable of taking him down because of the way she directed her hits. It had certainly been a little bit of a blow to his pride, but he should have expected that much especially if it was Carolina. Washington knew the name of the surrounding outposts that were near them, and he had planned on going to investigate those areas at the same time to make sure that he covered all of the bases. He didn't care if the current residents liked him there or not, he was a Freelancer and he was going to do whatever he wanted. Washington had taken a break from his schedule so that he could eat some food. He hadn't been sleeping as usual so his reaction time was probably going to happen everything. Washington flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he heard Roy. What was going on? Washington had respect for the Colonel and he guessed that there had to be something that important was going on. The Freelancer made his way over stopping next to Carolina when she said that she was going to join in. Sparring? He guessed that he could use the practice. He sat himself down, the armor that adorned his body would certainly make it easier to see him out of the crowd. "Guess I could use some practice." Washington stated calmly. Snowbound huh? That was the outpost that was supposed to be cold, from what he heard at least from the others that lived in the current outpost that they were in. "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:
★ 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

[arcy]

Another day, another social event. How exhausting. Izuku was ready to drop as it was, and now he was following Atbash to whatever this was. And he couldn't even participate. I mean, he'd like to. God would he like to. Izuku was pretty much made for combat, even though it was .. kind of scary, these days, and he was a Frosthealer anyways. But the real reason he couldn't was 'cause of his leg and his injuries. Which really hurt to walk on, by the way. .. Maybe it was for the better, anyways. Everyone here was so much bigger and Izuku couldn't promise he wouldn't panic and accidentally hurt somebody if he couldn't keep a hold on himself and his memories and all that.
"I'll just be watching, obviously," Izuku states with a tight, disappointed smile. I mean, limping and with a bandage over his entire leg? And unhealed burns still out of said bandaging? Yeah, he wouldn't be allowed to anyways. Well, at least he could make sure nobody got hurt. Still, the Frosthealer hovers a short distance from Atbash in the meantime, until stuff is announced and all that. Then he'll just end up in a sad little ball nearby. Ah, yes, the joys of having to actually live with his horrible injuries rather than getting them like .. instantly healed by Recovery Girl. Ugh. How did he uninstall it.

☀ what was i worth

[BASTILLEPAW]

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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES

Madi was about to McFuckin' pass out, so Bastille arrived with very little preamble and even less contribution to the start of this event. Roy was arranging shit, which means this was not his problem, and he was free to just partake in the fun of throwing himself at someone for a few hours. Sounded good to him. He offered Atty a nod in greeting, yawned, and drawled, "I'm in."

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[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Was Church good at fighting? Not really. He couldn't even aim well with guns when he was human, either. So, he probably didn't have much chance in this sparring event. Still, he didn't have anything else to do except obey the Freelancers' orders, and heaven forbid he did that. He wanted to go back to his original form, sure, but his bitterness towards them always won out in the end. "I'm in, too," he says as he arrives, glancing around at all his possible opponents. Yikes.

"SPEECH"

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

[I AM DUMB AND FORGOT TO POST EVEN THO I HAD THIS TAB OPEN]

Suiteheart was a bit late to this, and she hated herself for it. She usually prided herself on being early to events, but look at her now. She was a disgrace. Well, nevertheless, she was here. And she was excited. It had been a while since she had participated in any sparring competitions, and she was eager to get to work.

The white feline pulled up beside Church and rolled her shoulders as a grin surfaced on her maw. She gave a brief nod in greeting to all those gathered and then turned her full attention on Roy. "Count me in." She had been waiting for this moment since he had brought it up in the ambassador's meeting. Now that it was being put into action, she couldn't wait!

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