CALL HER FRIENDS — o, roseblood visitors

[S. Mortem]

ooc first a lil note aka let's pretend i never tried to join with her akhdkdh
[member=789]CAINSMARK[/member]

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Chasing the children was exhausting. Thankfully, she has other matters to attend to, such as visiting groups - ones that she actually means to visit, rather than the ones she showed up to while trying to keep her daughters out of trouble.

The Ascendants is first on her list. To be completely honest, she's not very educated on their group, but she supposes now is the time to learn. All she knows is they've got the numbers, which is the reason behind her visiting personally. Where she wants this to go, she's not sure, but winging it has always been her approach. After all, who really needs solid plans? Not her!

The cheetah peers out over the rolling plains, caramel gaze intent as she searches through the tall grass for any approaching members. She prefers this landscape far more than the swamps she's just come from (ahem, Tanglewood). Hopefully this visit is more peaceful, as her stomach is already lightly scratched up, and she is no longer looking for a fight.

Taking a deep breath, she speaks up. "Hello? The name's Sola. I'm the leader of The Rosebloods, a rather newly formed group, and I'd like... to talk." This is mostly a way to introduce themselves, she recognizes, but maybe she can get something out of this interaction. She always does have some underlying motive, doesn't she?

[MOONMADE]

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"Request denied." The lion was mud splattered and busy, mane in all states of a mess. He had herbs in his jaw and herbs in his bag, various stems and sticks protruding. His voice was flat. "We don't talk here. Only form of communication accepted is brief exchanges of star signs." He looked the cheetah over, squinting, because there was almost something about her he felt he recognized, but it escaped him. What didn't escape him was her words, vague like a politician trying to avoid a scandal. But ultimately, he didn't know her, and he figured Bast would beat his ass if he fucked up a potential allegiance with a powerful clan. Not that this was that. He forces a brief grin. "Jokes. Whatcha' wanna talk about, Sola? Twenty question? I'm sure someone higher up will be here soon."

[CAIN]

CAINSMARK MORTEM.

GODDAMN RIGHT YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME

Cainsmark didn't exactly miss taking trips to allies and neighbors, per se. It was almost funny to think about: once upon a time, he used to fucking love the adrenaline rush of foreign affairs and navigating friend and foe alike, of talking his way through whatever plan he had in place. He had loved it when something went astray and he was forced to alter his strategy, to change gears and start acting off of the script to come out on top still. He had loved the challenge and the game. At one point, this shit was his life.

Now, he followed at his wife's side and was content to just fucking chill and let her handle the nitty gritty. There was barely even a flickering temptation to get involved, and he was more than happy to just watch her do her thing. Sola had always been a natural born leader, commanding a room with her vicious heart, and he offered her a lopsided smile as they stopped at the border: a silent you got this. These days, he just loved to see her make her fucking mark.

His analytical stare locked on the stranger as he appeared, and Cain studied him thoroughly, noting the minute details. Funny, this one. The grin he offered was easy and friendly, charismatic, as he greeted, [b]"Hey, there. I'm Cainsmark." A pause as he added, laughing slightly, "Nice form of elevator music. Here's a question: What's your name?"

[B]THE ROSEBLOODS — DEMIGOD OF CHAOS — KING OF THE DREAM REALM — TAGS[/color]

[Seina]

Inu was 100% sure not knowing why he even was here. It seemed more like he had accidently walked into this then anything else. Politics was not exactly his thing, not because he didn't understood them but because he did but more of how boring it actually was to listen to, sometimes even confusing. One moment they where okay with a group only for the next being at hells door with each other. How someone even had the energi to care that much was what really was impressive in his opinion. Why someone even would throw away thier life for a leader with personal grudge towards a group that might never have hurt the clan as a group itself was beyond him as well. Why fight somebody else war for?. Inu had never really get that.

But since he was here and everything could pretend he actually understood everything that was going on right now. This two people did not even smelt familliar for him just tasty in a 'i wanna drink thier blood' sort of way, and oh boy did that dark colored stranger by the cheetah side look hot. His cheeks was burning by this, not only because of feeling shy around attractive people but as well feeling very embarassed with himself for even thinking that. Something most be seriously wrong with him that was for sure. Trying his best to not stare and avoided eye contact with this attractive male stopt by the side of his clanmate. Casting a side glance over noticed this one was also attractive. Oh come on!!. Underneath his blonde fur was blushing like a tomato now and cast his gaze down at his paws to lock them there. " Konchiwa" he mumbled out in japanese, accidently doing so. When he was to nervouse it happend sometimes. Japanese was after all a strong spoken language of his.

// translate = hello

[Margaery]

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margaery mikaelson-folie

[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black; line-height: 110%; margin-top: 5px;"]Margaery adored politics. She was a natural diplomat, one who had been raised with a certain mindfulness perfect for navigating outside relations with ease. Her mother had been the same way, a natural charmer capable of talking in and out of alliances like nobody's business. Caroline had also been a leader a few times whereas Margaery... Margaery had only ever come close, true power - the crown - always just out of reach of her grasp. Regardless, it only made sense that she had inherited her mother's skillset and, further than that, made the decision to specialize in foreign affairs as the Cosmic General. Admittedly, she still didn't know what her job entailed completely but knew that her presence was required for this little visit.

Releasing a faint sigh, the vampire gaze study both Cain and Sola through curious gray eyes. The Rosebloods? She wasn't familiar with them. [color=#b09090]"Hello, loves," She would greet easily, her stare unrelenting as she continued to study the pair, [color=#b09090]"My name is Margaery Mikaelson and I'm the Cosmic General here. Do you mind sharing your intentions for being here as well as some information pertaining to your group?" She had to suppress a laugh at Moon's comment, her gaze finally breaking to focus entirely on Sola as she did so. The girl was a subject of interest for Margaery, one that reminded her greatly of what a queen- no, a leader (she just couldn't get the idea of queenliness out of her head, could she?) should look like. Genevieve stirred in the back of her mind, washing her in a wave of completely unwelcome admiration. Uncharacteristic from her - in the highest degree - but she tried to ignore it.

Do you want that, sugar? And I don't mean the crown. I bet she'd treat you better than Suiteheart would. A completely callous statement and one that she ignored with a subtle roll of her eyes. The day she left Suite for a practical stranger just because she exuded power would be the day that she and her father finally reconciled.  Yeah, not happening, Margaery thought back in response, hopefully, finally, shutting up Gen for a few minutes.

[MirrorEdge]

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A snort could be heard at Moon's joke, the young Fireball trailing closely behind the smaller feline, long tail swishing from side to side, pale blue eyes studying the two carefully, but for once, Thea had very little to say, for now choosing to settle down, curious as to what these strangers had to say.

Groups had been popping up, here and there, and every now and then, the Ascendents got visitors from them. Sunhaven, Moonlight Vale, and a couple of others, now including the Rosebloods, it seemed.

Rosebloods. A pretty name. Claws reached up towards Thea's neck, and began to absentmindedly play with the beads on the cord there.

[VERSAILLESPALACE]

[HEARTEYES]

[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Hearteyes is next to arrive after Versaillespalace, expression bright with curiosity. So many groups were coming to visit them at their borders, and it was interesting to see what they brought with them, whether it be information about their clan or presents. She bumps her shoulder against Versailles' leg, flashing her a smile before she turns to the Roseblood members. She couldn't say much yet, but it would be impolite not to offer her name. "Hello Sola and Cainsmark! I'm Hearteyes. Your clan has a cool name. How did you come up with it?"

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]"Rosebloods is a cool name?" That was highly debatable to the freelancer but she decided not to make a big scene about that. It didn't sound too cool to her and it had a strange tang of 'higher than thou' equipped with it, kind of like Bluebloods or whatever one would call that. Her mind puzzled over it for a moment longer as she finally decided to show herself. The inky creature slipped forward, body shimmering with her vague silver spotting as she shifted her wiry form along the ground. Her paws stopped her tall and limber form there and she narrowed her deep amber optics upon the strangers that were upon the border and asking to talk. Talk about what exactly? Was this visit going to be the same as the one that had occurred with that Sunhaven outpost? Sounds like it to her and they might be here to make 'friends'. Her gaze shifted away for a moment but she just sat down and shrugged her shoulders. No business of her's anyway considering she wasn't one to care about the strange way in which these outposts worked. They had their games to play she supposed and her ears pulled back just slightly to see what they were going to say. That and were was Bastille anyway?

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

When it came to someone that was constantly parnaoid, getting as much intel as possible was one of the ways to quell that paranoia. It meant that he should know and what to expect from something that would evidently come toward his direction. One of the reasons why he had yet to approach any of the likes of the other outposts that were around the area as he wanted to get as much information as he possibly could. The Freelancer had no reason to go toward any of them unless they really did have information that they needed. It would be something that would eventually happen, and the former human was bound to make his appearance in all of them whether they liked him being there or not. The armored smilodon commonly followed Carolina around, especially after the recent events that had happened with the female. He wasn't sure what he thought about what was happening to her, but he didn't like it. Sometimes it seemed like a switch needed to be turned on for something to happen. Either way, if Washington had been who he was before he started the program that turned him into what he was now, he probably would have joined in with the rest of the sarcasm that was going around.

It was another outpost, one that had the designated name Rosebloods. Interesting name, and he wasn't going to take the name literally either. Washington flicked one of his ears as he made his way over, not being able to distinguish scents thanks to the helmet that he wore anyway. Washington had to rely on his hearing and his sight to find those that he didn't recognize. Which wasn't all that hard but more time-consuming. The lion-sized animal wore armor that coverd the front portion of his body, his helmet hiding any facial features that one would have. He was lucky for that as no one would be able to tell how tired he really was. The former human came to a stop slightly adjacent to the rest of the group, not saying anything. He technically had a rank with this group, but he didn't bother to try and get involved with other affairs that didn't concern him. His golden gaze looked over those that he knew and those that he didn't know before looking toward the two animals that were on the border. He always needed to keep up to date with what was going on, and this was one of them. There seemed to be a couple groups that were popping up here and there.[b] "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself in his usual deadpanned tone, and not say anything more. If anything, he was just here to listen.

howie

Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  KUIPER CORPORAL [HP] | 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 (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