YOU'RE ALL I WANT // open, truth-or-dare w/ Snowbound

[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Hopefully it wasn't too late to butt in and join the game. Church usually wasn't the type for games like this, but he decided to just go along with it, giving the sleeping Carolina a side-ways glance before taking a seat nearby. Since things were already in motion, he was silent, though nodded towards those who were already gathered. Hopefully things would get interesting.

"SPEECH"

[arcy]

♡ Caboose, in his lifetime, has played a lot of games. A lot a lot!! He had a lot of sisters!! They played with him 'cause everybody else called him mean names. He hasn't seen his sisters in a long time, though. Or his mom. .. It makes him sad, when he remembers. But he doesn't usually remember anyways. Besides, he played a lot of games with Church!! And Tucker, sometimes, even if he was stupid. .. They weren't as fun as the games with his sisters, though. .. Oh, right! There wasn't any time to think about his sisters!! Even if he did get into sad moods sometimes.
He's kinda sorta late to this game, though. Caboose hadn't heard it being announced, but he's not worried. Truth .. or ... dare. Truth or dare!!! His sisters played that a lot!! It was really really really fun!! He hasn't played it in a long long long time though, and never without his sisters. Caboose, a little concerned, frowns. And then he forgets that he's concerned. Or just forgets in general because Church is there! And the scary orange lady who he was supposed to listen to. He's not worried, though! Tail wagging, Caboose quickly trots over, then dives onto the ground somewhat chaotically next to the Border Collie. "I used to play this with my sisters!" Caboose says, maybe a little smugly. It's pretty clear that he's playing, though, laying his head on his paws and tail wagging as he watches the already started game with bright eyes.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Games had been what he ended up playing the most when he was younger. That was because almost like Caboose, he himself had two sisters that he was the older brother of. He wanted to take care of them and make sure that nothing would ever happen to them. Even if they complained that they shouldn't hover over them all of the time he didn't really give them a choice. They were family after all, and all they had was their mother after their father's death during the Great War. And because of that, while his mother was usually busy, it was his job to keep his sisters happy. He would basically do any game that they wanted within reason and as long as they weren't going to end up torturing him at the same time. Which was a bit difficult since he was the only boy in the house, but he managed because he knew somewhat of what his mother was going through. At least, he thought he could tell when she started to stop smiling. It was a rough time for the entire family, but they had the resources that they needed in order to keep the majority of them happy as well.

Washington didn't remember the last time that he didn't end up playing a game that was actually a drill in disguise. During basic training, they would give the exercises that they were doing weird names, and they would just be that, exercises. There would be soldiers that would try to play some card games or anything that would project into holograms, but with the way that the war had been going around, that time morale wasn't exactly high either. When he joined Project Freelancer, there were even fewer games that they were done. At least they didn't try to disguise something as some sort of fun game. Everything else though was hidden under wraps and was the reason why he felt betrayed by such group. Washington hadn't played a game in years, and with what was happening inside of his head constantly it meant that he wasn't about to start playing a game like that anytime soon. The Freelancer had jobs to do, although that didn't mean he couldn't spectate while he ate during his lunch break either. The armored smilodon usually kept track of where Carolina was, and because of that, he knew exactly how much she was working herself.

Eventually, she would have to see that she was basically killing herself before a threat could even likely approach them. Washington wouldn't expect any Civilians to try and protect the likes of them, as that wouldn't make any sort of sense either. The armored smilodon had a bag of jerky that he had put into the storage portion of his chest plate. He flicked one of his ears in his helmet as he heard and saw a lot of groups of animals that were gathering with each other. The Freelancer made his way over when he noticed that everyone that he knew was basically here. Except those that were from a different outpost of course. Washington looked toward Church and Caboose that seemed to want to get into whatever game they were planning on doing. Made his way over once he saw that Carolina was there, for some strange reason. He had been about to open his mouth to speak to her and asked if she was having fun when he realized that the leopard's eyes were closed. Oh. Well, she technically needed to get more rest, but sleeping straight up seemed to be a trait that carried over from human to leopard.

He remembered her doing it when he had just joined the project, and no one had dared to approach her for fear of getting knocked on their ass when they woke up. He debated several moments on if he should wake her up or simply carry her back to the room that they were currently sharing so that she could get more rest without arguing against it. Instead, he did what probably wasn't considered the greatest idea, raising one of his paws and aiming to gently tap Carolina's shoulder. If that worked, he would make sure to quickly draw back his paw in case she did lash out for him touching her. He had to admit though, her fur was pretty soft even if she wasn't taking all that great care in her health right now. "Carolina... you're sleeping sitting up again." Washington would whisper under his breath to the fellow Freelancer. Hopefully, she would be able to catch his words as he leaned his head down enough so that she would be able to hear him through his helmet, but far away enough that she wouldn't be able to slap him across the face. When Washington did speak, he almost sounded nervous. He didn't want to create a scene with all these different civilians around, as they already didn't have all that much great of an image on their side. "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):
★

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

[GORDON CIPHER.]

Unfortunately for Suiteheart, Gordon didn't really have much of a mischievous streak in her. Gordon opened her mouth to give Suiteheart a task, when she noticed the others coming over and she briefly felt a wave of nervousness flow through her. There were a lot of people here now. A lot. But she did offer to it with Snowbound, after all, didn't she? Gordon moved closer to Bastille before she looked over at Suiteheart again. "O-okay, um..." She squeaked out, trying to quickly think of an idea. "I-I dare you to, um... yell out the first word that comes to-to mind."

★ i am a lion born from things you cannot be ! ━

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

The older femme offered Gordon a reassuring smile as she thought of a dare. When Gordon bestowed the task upon her, Suite had to pause for a moment to restrain from laughing. After composing herself, she painted a neutral look on her features and then, cleared her throat. She tilted her head back just a tad and then hollered the first word that had popped into her head: "FUCK!"

Of course that's what it had been. Classy, classy Suiteheart. Would anyone have guessed differently?

She cleared her throat once again, and then allowed a fit of laughter to rack her body. She laughed at most anything; it was kind of sad. After shaking her head minutely, she placed a smile on her lips and then peered at the faces gathered. A fictional brow quirked upward as she noticed Carolina was sleeping. Honestly? Mood. The white feline then turned towards the Snowbounders. "Alright, Atbash, truth or dare?"

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

© [color=black]MADI

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

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

As the crowd gathered, Atbash couldn't help but be surprised at the turn up. It was definitely a lot more than Snowbound could ever achieve, and she had to admire The Ascendants - though mostly Bastille - for being able to keep track of everybody. The she-cat flinched a bit in surprise as Suiteheart yelled, turning to look at the she-cat. To Atbash, it wasn't that funny, but the mere randomness from it did put a small smile on her face. Realizing that Suiteheart was asking her now, the she-cat replied, "Truth." It wouldn't hurt to alternate, right?

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

© madi

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Yeah, it was a common occurrence to see Agent Carolina sleeping sitting up when she was human but she hadn't thought something like that would transfer over to being an animal. After all animals didn't often sleep sitting up and she hadn't even noticed when she had drifted off in the first place. Her head was tucked against her chest and she was breathing slowly in and out, eyes flicking briefly here and there. But truth be told she needed the rest as she was working herself over time. Maybe she needed someone to talk to about her troubles but she was used to relying solely on herself and not telling someone didn't mean she didn't want to burden them. But she just didn't want to trust them with that information, such information they could use against her so why bother trying to be nice and courteous when she knew that they would just betray her in the end. A sudden rush of air left her and she shifted just slightly before becoming still again. But then something touched her and then a yelling voice of 'Fuck' jolted her.

Her immediate reaction was to swing out and she did. It was just a reflexive motion but with paws that had claws she couldn't sheath that would be a disaster for anyone not prepared for it. Luckily it was Washington who was smart enough to know to back away after waking her up. Her paw swiped out suddenly and fast, aiming to barely even scrap across his armor considering the distance before she was even fully awake for the situation. Her eyes blinked rapidly and she stared at her lifted paw before dropping it to the ground and looking around. "What....? Her voice was tired sounding and then she remembered that she was at the truth and dare game. Her gaze lingered on the others before she turned a bit and looked at Washington. "Oh....when did you get here? You going to play this game too?" It was as if she hadn't heard what he had said before and her jaws opened to release a yawn before she turned to look back at the game. So far nothing exciting had happened yet.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

The shouting had certainly taken Washington off guard and had spooked him a little bit. He hadn't anticipated such a loud noise, even if he was accustomed to them in the first place. Washington had been around explosions and several other things in his lifetime. Meaning that something as someone shouting usually shouldn't affect him, but here it did because of the fact that he was tired and his reaction time wasn't as great as it used to be. Washington still had a lot of work to do before he could consider himself back in shape anyway. The Freelancer had been used to the aspect of cursing a long time ago so the word itself didn't exactly bother him. Washington's attention was mostly on Carolina, as he knew that if someone else tried to wake her up they were probably going to have to deal with the consequences of such happening.

The Freelancer didn't like being woken up either, as he usually had weapons underneath his pillow just in case. His time with the UNSC taught him that being in the army didn't exactly make him safe when they had their bases raided during the middle of the night. There were assassinations that were done all over the place against them and that was the last thing he wanted to happen in a place like this. He hadn't managed to hold a knife though, but any small nose was quick to wake him up. Luckily, he was used to sleeping in one position and not moving the entire night, unless he was having a nightmare, and Carolina didn't seem to move a lot in her sleep, at least not that it was really noticeable to him anyway. Washington wasn't even put on edge when Carolina lashed out at him like he had expected her to, moving quick enough just to get a scratch on the armor that surrounded the majority of his arms.

He gave her time to adjust to what she was seeing before she looked at him. A small grin would be on his face, but it wouldn't be like Carolina would be able to see it. Washington hummed at her question when he shrugged his shoulders toward her. "I just got here actually. I don't even know what's going on, I just came to see what was happening when I noticed ya." The Freelancer said calmly. Familiarity. That was what usually drew him to Carolina. Something that he was probably never going to admit, it was comforting even if he didn't trust her completely. He wanted to. God, he wanted someone around that he could actually trust. "What's the game that everyone is playing anyway?"

Washington questioned the leopard, hoping that he would be able to keep her awake by doing such, and if he didn't then he would be quick to tell her that she should get some rest and he would take over her shifts. It would be easier that way, as he couldn't afford to have Carolina destroy herself with whatever schedule she had going on. They only saw each other a couple of minutes every day, unless they were working together on something, which didn't quite happen all that much as Washington preferred to work alone on his own projects. The armored smilodon sat himself down, his gaze traveling over those that were currently there, wondering what in the hell was happening. The entire conversation Washington kept his voice hushed as a means to keep their conversation more private and not to interrupt those in front of them. "speech"

[glow=black,2,300]— ✘ —[/glow]

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):
★

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