I WANNA BE FAMOUS // open, Snowbound Ambassador + invite

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

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

It wasn't long ago that Atbash had come to The Ascendants, seeking for an alliance, and yet here she was at their borders again. "Hey, Ascendants!" Atbash chirped as she arrived, sitting down. "I'm here to invite you guys to our Mass Gathering! It's just basically a place where all groups can go to share scary stories and stuff." She explained. "All neutrals were invited, so that means Tanglewood, The Typhoon, and a lesser-known group known as Moonlight Vale is going to be there." She added that for good measures, just in case one of these groups were enemies, or something.

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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;"]A flick of darkness was seen from the encroaching grass, the figure slim but large for such a feline species. Her imperial topaz gaze as stuck on the one that had come to the border and frankly her words were a bit tossed to the wind to the freelancer. She didn't do gatherings, really didn't want to be among too many people right now but she was sure that someone around here would love to go and have some fun. A brief sigh of contempt left the muzzle of the solidly black creature as she finally pushed her way through the grass to stand before the other animal, she'd met her before but she doubted that she would recognize her in her current form. After all back then she'd still been a leopard of ginger colors before she'd....died. The idea still troubled her that she was standing right now an she breathed in a soft breath before releasing it slowly. "I don't have the authority to say yes or no. But good stuff. I'm sure everyone wouldn't mind going to this gathering but keep your nose dry when it comes to the Typhoon."

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - sassy

He used to enjoy social events when he was younger. Was he even really that old though? Washington wasn't sure and didn't really care all that much. The Freelancer enjoyed going to small events that was held on the ship that had harbored the project. It was there that he was able to get to know others and make some jokes here and there to increase morale and lighten the mood. It was something that had rarely happened on the ship, and he was fairly certain that there was at least one movie night that was only allowed to have a couple people in it. It was strange though because movies weren't exactly produced all that much in the time that he was from, as there was a War going on and most of the ideas were pushed toward making ammunition and machines. He didn't even remember what the movie had been about, as he was fairly certain that there was a fight of throwing popcorn as one another and wrestling.

A common occurrence when it came to Freelancers on the ship. He also didn't remember the movie though because that was one of the many memories that were taken from his own mind and no way of recovering them. It was annoying that was for damn sure, but he was going to have to live what he was now and not complain about it. He could work with this, as he just had to be careful with whatever he was doing on a daily basis. The armored smilodon usually followed where Carolina was going during the day. She was a serval and probably still dealing with the aspect of death. And just like him, she wasn't getting any sleep. Washington hadn't slept for the past three days and it was certainly taking its toll on him. Hence why he was keeping a bit of distance between him and the serval as he didn't want the other to figure out exactly how tired he was. The armored male appeared on the scene, not hard to hear him coming as he was on a slow approach thanks to his left leg being broken.

It was held in a splint and he was barely able to put any pressure on said leg. He approached the border, having only heard what was going on as he wasn't capable of tracking scents. A familiar figure and the mention of Snowbound again. Huh. He faintly remembered the female. Not her name of course but still. He sat down a little bit of a distance away as the other group was inviting them to some sort of civilian event. He wasn't going to end up going there, and he was pretty sure that his rank was capable of accepting stuff. Not like he ever used that rank though. The Freelancer craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack before focusing on the smaller feline. [b]"Uhh cool I guess... Sure the other civilians here would enjoy it." Washington said in a hesitant and tired tone. He wasn't great with social interactions like these, as it wasn't his job to deal with politics between different groups either. He flicked his shortened tail behind him, not saying anything else.

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Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]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

[imperia]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]"Everyone else but not you?"

Luminous silver eyes glance up at Washington, a faintly amused smile tugging at her lips. It still bothers her a bit how out of touch Carolina and Washington are with the rest of the group, but she has accepted it as part of their respective personalities. But she can still tease them about it every now and then. "We can all go together and see how it goes. I'm sure it will be fun." Of course Peri is the voice of optimism. She wants to show her friends that they do not have to be outcasts. Whatever their goals are, it should not keep them isolated from the rest. The lovely young cleric turns to Atbash with a friendly grin. "Thank you very much for the invitation. You can count on seeing us there." Although the Typhoon is not a group that Imperia wants to interact with, it is important to attend for the sake of strengthening the alliance with Snowbound.

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

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

Atbash couldn't help but let out a chuckle of agreement at Carolina's words. "Yeah, no kidding," She responded. "But our previous leader had a strong bond with them, so I thought we might as well invite them despite being neutrals now." It wouldn't hurt, right? The Hailcaller looked over as Washington and Imperia arrived and smiled. Great, it was good to know they would be coming despite The Typhoon being there. "Perfect!" She chirped, before turning around to head back off to Snowbound. But she halted as she did so, and turned back around. "Oh, I almost forgot - we started an Ambassador program too, and I'm one of the Ambassadors. So hopefully you'll be hearing and seeing more from us." She recalled Pincher yelling at her for Snowbound not being active enough, and she didn't want to uphold that reputation.

bio | female | hailcaller [leader] of snowbound

© madi

[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

The white feline would never get over the rush of familiarity whenever she scented Snowbound. The cold lands wreathed around her, and she drank in the scent so easily. It reminded her of easier days. Those were days when she felt unstoppable. Those had been days when she felt in control over every aspect of her life. She missed them - missed her old life something terrible. Bittersweet emotions arose in her chest as she neared Atbash, Carolina, Washington, and Imperia. She gave each of them a grin in welcome before turning to the Hailcaller.

"Good to see you, Atbash," Suite greeted, a large smile lacing its way upon her maw. She quite liked the leader. She pondered for a few seconds about the event. The only thing slightly worrying was the fact that the Typhoon would be there; tensions were high with the pirate group, but if Atbash believed it would be alright, then it would be alright. Besides, the Ascendants would act civilly - or she'd chew their asses out when they returned home. "We'd be happy to come along.

"And, hey, I wanna thank you guys for inviting us to so many events. You guys are too good to us. And we'll definitely look forward to seeing more of you," she said, maintaining the smile all the while.

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

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