ᴀš ᴍʏʟɪᴜ ᴛᴀᴠᴇ - joining

[adomania]

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Zenyatta was not familiar with borders, as it was a foreign concept to a man who had spent his entire life up in monasteries that were dedicated to the theory of peace. Borders were, as he saw it, inherently a factor in war. The moment that groups had things that separated them from others, that made them different on a day-to-day basis instead of allowing others to come and go as they saw fit... it could only ever eventually spell disaster.

But he did not cross the border because he was scoffing at it, or trying to rebel against it's very nature. No, if Zenyatta had known that such borders even existed he would have politely stopped anyways so as not to anger the creatures that lived beyond it. He just hadn't known better, and his curious nature had led to his (perhaps poor) decision making.

He was already halfway through the terrain as a result, pace languid and unphased, taking in every nuance of the scenery and slowly making his way towards the towering building in the distance.

// I am bad at joining threads forgive me ;;

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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

While intruders were a relatively common sight, Margaery still couldn't help but sigh every time she encountered one. After the incident with Lust, she was left feeling unnaturally on end whenever someone refused to wait at the borders, seeing them only as a danger that might perhaps sink a knife into the heart of one of her children. She understood that she was being paranoid, blaming her father wholeheartedly for stripping away her faith in others. His entire life, he had refused to let her live lest she be murdered in some gruesome fashion by those who wished to oppose him- it was only natural that Margaery had acquired that tedious trait.

But this newcomer... well, he didn't look particularly harmful. Margaery knew that she could not just write him off as completely safe though, instead permitting her paws to lead her towards him. [b]"You're trespassing, love," She extended quietly, not making any attempt to hide the edge in her voice. All she could think about was Lust... Not again... Nobody would be getting hurt again. "This is the Ascendants territory, who are you and what brings you here?"

© MADI

[trojan g.]

do you believe you could change me? the way i changed you.

Roman had been keeping slight distance from Margy for the time-being if he could help it. Her connection to her mother something that he didn't quite want to think about at this point in time - or ever if he got his way - but it seemed as though almost everywhere he went she was there, so there would not be a point in time where he would be able to get away from the memories that plagued his mind when he was around her. For now though, they were pushed back slightly by more pressing matters, those being the stranger inside the borders of their home, and he would move forward, head tilted slightly to look upon the other as he waited for a response to the question from Margy.

//rushed

[adomania]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]The rhythmic sound of footsteps padding towards his direction was the first (and actually only) signal the Bengal fox had of both Margaery and Roman's arrival. It didn't perturb him, rather it seemed to excite him, for as they arrived Zenyatta turned his head towards them with a smile that could rival a child's brightness. "Greetings!" the call was extended far before the two arrived, but he stopped in his travels to meet those who he was certain were travelers of their own, not members of any particular group.

"It is good to see others out here on the road. Traveling, although exhilarating in it's own way, can get lonely sometimes-" he was still calmly addressing them the closer they arrived, smile never faltering, and it was only when Margaery spoke up that it wavered ever so slightly. It brought Zenyatta to silence, a thoughtful look passing his features, and with a furrowed brow he nodded slowly.

"I see... I apologize, for I was not aware of doing such. I will leave if you so wish, although I assure you that I did not mean any harm," with another pause as Zen weighed his words, he sat down to curl his tail around his paws, ears pressed backwards to listen to any others who might have been approaching. Perhaps he might have been blind, but that did not mean his other senses weren't at the ready to protect himself. "I am Tekhartha Zenyatta, a traveling monk from the Shambali. I wished to see the world, so I set forward to seek knowledge... and apparently trespassed onto your land as an... unforeseen event."

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Borders were needed. They were always needed. He didn't really care if others saw differently because they weren't able to see what it was like when no one had borders set up for themselves. Those borders kept those within them safe and made sure that there wouldn't be any threats that would have managed to make it though as well. Washington had to protect such borders when he was part of the UNSC. The soldier had the job of invading borders of planets that were underneath the control of those that were trying to kill them. They had to if they wanted to give a message that they didn't want to die and that they weren't going to go down without a fight. Simply not having someone posted at such borders meant that it was basically asking for someone to invade such a place. There was a distinct line when it came to dealing with humans in the first place. Washington didn't want the enemies getting to the planet that was considered to be their home and then ends up getting to his family without him knowing about it.

He was already an observant person, but that could only go so far when the enemies they were going up against were just as sentient as they were. Washington wasn't the type of person to really play the peacekeeper, although he did play that role a couple of times during his time in Project Freelancer. He had been almost childish when he had first joined the Project in the beginning, cracking jokes and making sarcastic remarks with basically anyone that he talked to. It was a means of getting him to relax and see the parts of other Freelancers that one wouldn't often see while they were working. He was a fighter in every sense of the word and he knew that he would never stop fighting. Having spent basically his entire life fighting against something, or going to war against someone meant that it was going to be an extremely hard habit to break. He was passionate when it came to fighting too, probably not as passionate as someone like Carolina but still.

He knew what he was capable of when it came to a fight, and that's when he usually sized up to an opponent or would immediately go on the attack. Washington knew first hand the horrors at wore that were thrown to them, and on top of that, he knew the effects War had on those that weren't even fighting in said War, but instead were civilians. The Freelancer was fairly certain that there were no likes of a War that this outpost or these civilians were having to fight in. Considering that he had never seen any of them in action just meant that he didn't think many of them were capable of defending themselves. Washington had no need to try and attack the likes of them because they were providing resources that were helping them along the road to getting back to being something that they were not now. Maybe it was considered a bad idea to take advantage of those that for some reason had a semblance of trust, while the trust wasn't mutual from one person to the next.

Washington didn't care about what they thought though, as a mind of a soldier was just telling him to complete his mission and once that was done he could deal with the aftermath. So far the majority of those that lived in this outpost hadn't decided to try and get in their way. Which was beneficial for them until he could get himself up to fighting speed anyway. Washington did his daily rounds when it came to scoping out the territory that was inside of the outpost. It wasn't exactly a hard job to do, but thanks to all the armor that he currently wore it meant that he was prone to overheating thanks to the summer heat that was constantly beating down on his back. It was making the process slower than he would have liked, but most of these animals were active in the day anyway. He didn't just check the borders when he started to walk around, and instead, he checked basically every pebble and rock for the day that he was around. Washington had no reason to try and introduce himself to literally everyone that he met, or stay around when a joiner was accepted because it was really none of his business what went on politically in a place like this when they were basically refugees.

At least that would be the term that Washington would use if someone asked him what he considered himself to be. The Freelancer didn't have the luxury of using scents to find who he was looking for and didn't even know that everyone would have an individual scent at all. His helmet filtering out any scents that could possibly make it into his helmet in the first place as it fitted perfectly to his head. He had to use his good sense of hearing to be able to hear voices while wearing his helmet, which still muffled certain things, hence why they constantly were on the radio back when he was a human so they could hear each other more clearly. He heard voices a little bit of a distance inside of the fields that basically covered all of the Ascendant's outpost, and he thought that he might as well see what was going on. The armored smilodon made his way over, already feeling his paws begin to grow sweaty from the heat that was filling the air at the moment.

It wasn't hard to hear him coming thanks to the rattling his armor made, and it wasn't hard to see him moving over as well. Most that looked at him seemed to think that he was some sort of monster, which he didn't really blame them for. It seemed like the guy that they were talking to was basically a stranger to them, which meant that he was trespassing, or at least had entered a restricted area without getting clearance. The latter making more sense to Washington as he still didn't understand most of the terms that were used to describe places like this. There was only one person that was familiar to him, the other was not as he stood a little bit of a distance away from everyone else. Keeping up the barriers that had been there basically since he had landed in this outpost. He listened to what the fox had to say, and he immediately knew by the guy's voice that this wasn't a Freelancer that he knew about.

A huff escaped Washington's jaws once the other finished talking. He had an interesting name, and maybe even a name that could even be given from a human, but Washington had no idea where this guy was from. "Now that you know your mistake it won't happen again. This outpost accepts refugees and those looking for shelter." Washington explained in the usual soldier fashion that he tended to talk to in. The Freelancer would let his words float through the air for a couple of minutes before speaking again. "Agent Washington." The smilodon would introduce himself calmly and curtly. Although it already looked like he was prepared to leave as he had a lot of work to get done before settling down for the rest of the day. He had a schedule that he constantly followed no matter what happened. His paws started to shift slightly as if he was about to already walk away. It was obvious with the way that he talked and the armor that he wore that he was different from the rest of those that were interacting with the fox. "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

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Trespassers were becoming the norm. It seemed that everyone the Ascendants picked up nowadays had either intentionally or unintentionally waltzed over their clearly marked borders. She didn't so much mind it, but it did worry her. She feared trespassers with ill intentions. She feared, especially, because the last malicious trespasser had murdered her. The necklace-like scar that danced around her throat seemed to burn at the thought of it. However, she couldn't let it faze her. She refused to be bothered by the past - or well, she would try not to let it bother her anyway.

The white feline padded forward, donning her best lopsided grin. This newcomer seemed incredibly intriguing. He had an almost ancient, balanced air about him. Erlend, the literal balance of her souls, pushed forward in piqued interest. For a heartbeat, the Ecliptic Admiral seemed different, older. But it was gone in a flash.

"Like Washington said, if you'd like to join us, you're more than welcome, dude." Her smile brightened just a few watts. "I'm Suiteheart, by the way. Nice to meetcha."

[b]suiteheart folie-mikaelson . ecliptic admiral . the ascendants . tags

© [color=black]MADI

[Owlie]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]// build-a-Buddha
Anakin’s presence was forewarned by a lighter, sunlike, encouraging presence. The drifting wind, and finally, leaves and dirt spiraling together to form the vague shape of a lion, beginning to glow blue and radiate light.

"Hello...."

//let the. Be peaceful enlightened buddies

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[adomania]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]// BUILD A BUDHA IM CRYING,,, yes let them be the best of enlightened buddies

He hadn't expected to trespass on foreign lands, but he hadn't expected to be so readily... *accepted* even though he had. It seemed that his teachings were at least *somewhat* correct, that there could truly be peace out in the world if people tried hard enough. A soft smile formed on his face, seemingly unphased by Washington's rather... massive and otherwise intimidating appearance (and that wasn't just because the fox had his eyes perpetually closed, but rather because he could feel that above all this person wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be.)

"Of course, thank you Agent Washington. I... do not consider myself a refugee, so much as someone who would like to stay here for a while, if you'd have me?" It seemed the sentiments were shared among all of these members, although Zenyatta didn't even know where he was or what they were members *of*. Sure, The Ascendants was probably a place but... he knew next to nothing about it other that these creatures were a part of it.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all, regardless. I cannot promise I will stay long, but every second spent with new faces is a second I get to learn something new, and I look forward to that."