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| AGENT WASHINGTON | · 08-08-2018, 11:24 PM

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

(Retro to Ascendants in lockdown)

Washington was great when it came to dealing with weapons. As a soldier, someone had to at least have an idea on how to shoot a gun or even use a secondary weapon in case an enemy got too close to them. There were several instances where he was first learning how to shoot and didn't know where the bullet was going to end up landing. All those that came with great skills weren't always that great at the beginning and it took him a little bit of time before he became known for being able to almost make his shot. He was a marksman after all, and he didn't know what he would be good at when it came to doing anything regarding the military. At the young age of 18, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, except for the fact that he wanted to help with the War, a War that his own father had died serving in. They were in basic training for a couple years to educate themselves, and it almost felt like he was in school again. It was annoying, to say the least, but he wasn't given much of a choice, because once he had signed on to join the military, it meant that they would have control of him for basically the rest of his life until he was done serving. They owned him.

He had signed his life away, and it wouldn't be the first time either. The Freelancer was forced to learn the different terms that the military would use while they were in the field. He needed to learn how to take apart the many different types of guns that they had, so this way they would be able to figure out what category to put him in. He was no pilot. He was no engineer. He was a foot soldier, and that was the category that he was put in once they figured out exactly what he was capable of dealing with a gun. He had to learn how to clean said guns though, take them apart and then put them back together. Compared to some of the rest of the soldiers that he worked with, Washington was well known for being able to adapt to a situation. He was extremely versatile with the equipment that he was given and usually, he got results in the end. But that doesn't mean he was capable of saving everyone either, instead, he remembered the faces of the soldiers that were under his command that would die in the field. Death came with War, and the death of others didn't really bother him all that much as he would have thought, as one needed to tune it out if they were going to be capable of working after a failed mission.

He became known for his marksmanship, and it was when he was court-martialed that he was still known for it. Sure, he didn't get up that high in the ranks when it came to the military, but it still meant something. He was great when fighting at a medium to long range distance with his rifle. But what did he have now? He was in a strange world where weapons were nonexistent. He knew that there were some strange abilities that these animals had, which most of the time didn't even make sense to the former human. It reminded him of some technology that would allow them to take control of certain aspects of the elements, but that technology wasn't used all that often compared to the likes of bullets. He couldn't even hold a gun if he tried now with the paws he had, and it was incredibly frustrating because it meant he was reduced to using nothing but brute force. That wasn't the way he was used to fighting, sure, he could fight in close combat and maybe win, but that wasn't the way he preferred to do it. If he was forced into close combat, he was used to fighting with a knife. But since human items weren't exactly common in the outpost that he was in, it meant that he was going to have to search elsewhere.

Sunhaven was an outpost that came into his mind considering that they were traders. Which meant that if they were traders they were bound to have some type of weapons on them. Washington didn't exactly have currency on them, but he could offer his military services to the group if that's what it really came to get supplies for both him and his comrades. The issue now was just finding the place. The armored smilodon had never approached another territory before since he had arrived in the Ascendants, as he liked to get the lay of the land of where he was going. Not having enough intel to go on when traveling to another place meant that there were chances for error and he could probably get himself killed. Just because he was big didn't mean he was the best fighter either. He barely was able to use his paws to do anything mundane. He asked others for directions on where he needed to go, but he honestly didn't know what to expect, and that made his anxiety and paranoia skyrocket. He had to keep his breathing low so that it didn't sound like he was going to pass out from breathing too hard. He was looking at the beach that he was walking down, having no idea where he was going and had yet to meet a member.

There was a chance that he had already passed the border up to this point, on the factor that he wore a helmet that filtered air so that he wasn't able to use scents to help him find his way around. The metal helmet he wore also helped to hide his facial expressions, but the Ascendants scent that clung to him might offer some form of reprieve that he wasn't here to start any trouble. He just wanted a knife that he could use, and now thinking about it, to use a knife he would have to take his helmet off to grab it. Now that could be a problem, but he wanted something familiar and he didn't care how he got it. If he needed to and if the situation became difficult he could easily use force. After all, he didn't care about anyone that he came across, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn to care.

Washington was on high alert as he moved around, his lion-sized body slightly sinking into the sand with each step that he took. He saw human structures in the distance, but no humans, so that meant that was where the outpost was at. Washington stopped for a moment as he moved from the sandy portion of the beach to the grass portion as he walked along it. This way he wasn't sinking and didn't get sand in between his toes Stopping, he raised one of his paws and touched a button on the right side of his helmet, turning on his x-ray vision. His right side was facing toward the forest, and with his x-ray vision on he would be able to see anyone that was hiding in the bushes. He hadn't gotten attacked by another group personally though, so he guessed that he was somewhat lucky. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he continued walking, his head on a swivel. He had a massive headache, and not knowing where he was going was certainly frustrating to the soldier.

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Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

Mama · 08-09-2018, 01:28 AM

[align=center][div style="width: 470px; font-size:9pt; font-family:calibri; text-align: justify;line-height: 110%; color:black"]The pair seemed to hold common ground where it come to weaponry though the type proved different, the very thought of the projectile weapon the Freelancer had once wielded never once having crossed her mind.

There had been no prior life for her, though within her mind she had come to separate the first three years of her life from the existence she lead now, bitter memory she buried yet found a way back within each dream, a twisted, dark thing never quite far from the surface of her thoughts. Once she held another name, had bore the weight of being a child born to wield rather than forge weaponry for it was the way of her people, each young boy taught from youth to be a protector. Nothing about it had drawn her in, however, and quickly she had set herself apart as a rebel, refusing to listen to any orders given and accepting each punishment her superiors had thought matched her reckless pursuits. Yet it did not matter how many times chilled steel had broken her flesh, each word screamed into her face about obedience and making her family proud, of being the son they had so desperately wanted her to be, nothing could get through to her.

Rebel, traitor, bastard, such were but a few of the names her own people had thrown in her face when she dared to question them, to speak of her worth as something more than a soldier, uncaring for anything she dared to speak. For a time she had taken it all with tense smile, had allowed the words to roll over her with little care, yet each was another mark upon her, a fragment of the wall carefully constructed about her heart and mind falling away with each new insult. It reached a point she held only two options; force herself to conform and accept her duties as son and soldier or leave, begin a life of her own making in an unforgiving place which cared only to see her dead.

There had been no real choice to the matter though she took time to carefully weigh each option and find ways to exploit each, seeking something though as to what she held no real idea, lacking any real thought of her own for no child was raised to think upon their own, just to follow. Though she might never care to admit such she was no exception to such a rule for her mind had struggled within those final days to draw anything forth which seemed promising, enough to force her hand and permit her the chance to escape. Beneath their thumb was the child as all others who found their life began within the tents, and that day had not proven her escape. Easily had she slipped into the ranks once more, proving a fast learner for her mind was set upon becoming better than those who whispered behind her back, spoke as though she had no worth, laughing at each clumsy attempt she made. Quickly they were set within their place for she seemed the perfect example of a solider, astute and uncaring of those who met her within battle, relishing the blood she spilled outwardly though she despised the act itself, enjoying the rush of adrenaline if nothing else.

She had been two years old when they had come across the settlement, well established and rather old, set amongst ruins where the ring of hammer upon steel marked the air, the heat overpowering yet it could not stop the laughter and jovial conversation between the smiths. Drawn to it all she quickly became immersed in the act of crafting, watched as steel became something more than mere ore, given life and a voice, wonder touching a heart she had thought long since dead. It had taken a month of pleading, offering deals she had no care to act upon, before she was permitted to stay for a time and learn until her tribe came back around, a journey which would take them five months at a minimum.

Within the forge with the heat burning her did she find her first taste of freedom, laughter light and filled with mirth easy to her as was the gentle ribbing she shared with her teachers, working beside them with little care to what she had left behind. But the good might only last so long. Upon the completion of her training she had sought to craft a blade her own without the supervision of the other smiths, a mistake she regretted. White beneath the flames the metal she worked had not been suited to such temperatures and had exploded with no prior warning, her screams drawing others to seek her, the terror and pain within the sound enough to worry all. Quickly it became apparent there was no chance to save her limb and so it was severed when the first signs of infection rose, yet it proved only to slightly dampen her hopes, each day after spent within the forge, not working but watching, learning more so she might be careful next time.

Ishayu. It had been her teacher who had given her that name and began her new life, accepted as the woman she was rather than the boy her family had tried to force her to become. She had found a new home, a place she sought to stay but it had ended all too soon, the screams and blood which stained her memory of both places she had once deemed her own obscuring the faces of those she once knew. There where days when she wanted it back, to be there with her teacher once more, laughing at his bad jokes and enjoying the strong drink readily shared amongst the bystanders, a simpler time when she had only just begun to learn who she was.

For a time she had wandered, seeking a new place to call her own, if not home than merely a temporary stop off until she might make one her own again, yet this place had drawn her like a moth to a flame. It was different in many ways, lacking the heat of the desert she had been born within, the rowdy, lively people she had known once nothing but memory, the soft-spoke traders present here nothing like she was used to, it would be a lie to say she did not care for them, however. A week had passed her by since she had wandered the very beach Washington had walked only a short time ago, had been drawn in by the floating structures, an oddity her mind had thought wonderful. Within that time much had happened and she had made herself a residence, temporary or otherwise yet unknown to her, and slow was her work on bringing together a usable forge but it was coming together rather nicely.

Fire bathed the opening of a cave set in the mountain and this is where the albino mountain lion had begun her work, humming softly as she set about organising her tools, the only things she had left of her old life. Well worn yet tended to with loving care they were still within good order and would be useful for her work, but everything else was new. A high ring of stones held within it a low fire, massive lumps of wood set amongst coals with a bellows set upon the lip, a large, flat boulder acting as an anvil for the moment. Pleased with how things were going Ishayu moved towards the opening of the cave, seeking some fresh air for she had been at her work for an hour now, only to find a stranger wandering the stretch of beach. For a time she merely watched him as he moved along the beach before seemingly thinking better of it and taking to the grass, wondering as to his purpose. He was an oddity even to her, the armour which adorned his body was unlike any she had seen, simple leather and chain mail what she was accustomed to though she had never cared to wear any herself. Briefly she thought of slipping back into her forge, leaving the large creature to continue his wandering but she was tasked with defending those present in the sea side town even if such left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth and by her side one of her swords came to rise, simple overall and likely little use against the armoured smilodon, it was more a comfort than anything, though she knew such use of her telekinesis would only leave her with a migraine later on. Taking a slow pace she approached Wash from where he might easily see her, the sword popping as it floated along beside her, red toned eyes narrowed as she took him in. The smell about him was familiar for she had passed by the Ascended upon her travels though had never thought to stop by, not prepared to meet another even if they proved friendly, speaking of his own alliance to a group.

“You don't seem to be a loner so I take it you have some business with Sunhaven, correct?” There is a distinct lack of emotion within the deep rumble of her voice, a frown touching upon her muzzle, eyes narrowed as they latch upon Wash, unwavering as she awaits a response.

| AGENT WASHINGTON | · 08-09-2018, 06:56 PM

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

Washington had secretly been a violent child growing up. He was extremely protective of the likes of a family and what family did end up meaning to him. He would protect his sisters and his mother with his life. He couldn't protect his father anymore unless he was going to his grave where there was an empty casket and hope that no one would desecrate it. Which rarely happened, but he didn't want to leave it up to chance with anyone. Washington didn't have a whole lot when it came to growing up with a single parent during most of his childhood. He remembered his mother working several jobs just to keep her three children alive. How she wouldn't be home basically at all until ate at night where she would come home and go straight to bed. He didn't quite understand what she was doing and why she was gone for so long until he became older and was able to understand what was needed in order to live in this world. Money. The only way to make money was to work and get a job, and that was what his mother had decided to do for them. There were times that their neighbors would babysit them if they needed to, but since he had to mature probably far too quickly, it meant that he was usually the one left with his sisters to care for them the best that he could. That was easier said than done for a teenage boy, as he didn't have a lot of knowledge when it came to cooking and almost had to do everything on a hunch.

He loved his sisters though, and he loved his mother just as much and would do everything for them. One instance had where he was bullied in school, as all group of children was bound to pick on those that were weak. Washington wasn't weak, but everyone knew the story of his father and how he didn't bother to try and make friends when he was younger because he had to take care of his sisters. They called him a lowlife. A nobody. Eventually, he had enough and smashed a bullies skull against the curb. He had to admit that it felt nice, the punishment after not so much. He didn't kill the fellow boy, and instead the other was rushed to a hospital where his injuries were assessed. He was almost expelled, but other children stepped up for him saying that the other was the reason why Washington attacked. They weren't sued for any money either, which would have been a whole lot worse because they were barely getting by in the first place. He spent the rest of his school year in silence away from everyone else as he learned. He paid more attention to news headlines than paying attention in the classroom where they taught math and other regular subjects to them. It was when he saw a headline dictating exactly how bad the War was actually getting, that Washington knew what he was going to have to do, but he needed to wait till he was older.

He first started off getting a job once he turned 16. There were little jobs that were available around on the planet, as most groups were worried about the War and nothing else. He ended up getting a labor type of work, working in a factory that built small components for certain weapons. He never really paid attention to what he was making, and he raised enough money to help his mother out even more. She didn't ask for his help, but he wanted to help someone. Anyone. He hated seeing how unhappy everyone was in the world that they were currently in, all of them being concerned about whether or not the enemy would attack their planet next. Which is an understandable worry to have, but there always needs to be a need for happiness. If they weren't going to be happy anymore, hadn't the enemy already won? Once he turned 18 years of age, he was legally allowed to enlist into the military. Up to this point, Washington didn't really care much for the likes of authority and usually did whatever he thought was best, not what other adults thought was better for him. Sure, his mother was horrified that he was going into the military, but not only would he be able to make a difference in the War there, the benefits that he would gain from enlisting would also help his family as well. He knew that he had to do this, and then began to process of where the military broke him from what he was already down to what they considered to be a soldier.

Washington didn't think it was going to be that hard as he was physically fit, but when he tried to deviate from something that a commanding officer told him to do, he was punished immediately. There were no small punishments, and each one hurt more than the next. He would try to crack jokes around with the rest of the privates that he was with, and as soon as a commanding officer heard him say anything, he was immediately punished for not taking the situation seriously. So, he had to force who he was personality was to the back of his mind. There was an instance where he had arrived late to an important meeting after the meeting was when he got his punishments and was forced to go on guard duty for 24 hours. Standing out in the rain and cold barely able to stand up and feeling extremely exhausted. Once the time was up, he wasn't given any time to rest and the schedule started back up again. He barely remembered what it was like to sleep more than five hours or less. But being used to sleep deprivation would help them out once they got onto the field where they would be stationed out there for who knew how many hours at a time. It was for their own safety even if it felt cruel from their end. Washington knew what was expected of him in the military and shut his mouth and addressed others with respect when he was talking to them.

He had no reason to refuse the orders of those that were commanding him, even if he didn't like most of the orders that he was given anyway. It was when he was kicked out of the UNSC military that he joined Project Freelancer. Looking back at it now he knew that it was the worst decision he could have ever made, but he also didn't know that he was going to manipulated for almost 5 years in total. It was here that he was allowed to speak more of his mind and the personality that he had while he was a corporal all but disappeared to what he used to be. He was the rookie of the group, and it was there that the Project broke him in a different way, and that was his body. He was forced to go through life and death scenarios just through training, and he remembered how he nearly died during his entrance exam. The Director wasn't one for mercy, but the other's idea of who should be punished for not following protocol was strange to him. Over time, he became used to following protocol, because he realized that if he didn't follow protocol, someone either died or got hurt. Those that didn't follow protocol in his mind were just complete idiots, and he had learned his lesson. The military had shaped him into what he was. A survivor. A soldier. A killer. That's what they had always wanted him to be, and that's what they got.

Everything that he had been told in the program was a lie. But that didn't mean looking back at the horrible things that he did make him feel even remotely bad. He had done his job, and that's all that anyone asked of him. He was just doing his job. But there were several instances of someone saying that and regretting their actions, maybe Carolina did, but not Washington. The Freelancer had to follow a militaristic lifestyle if he was going to get through this. His one goal being to turn his comrades back into humans, which there were few animals around that realized that they had once been humans in their life. Considering how they were being treated on a day to day basis, Washington knew that they didn't belong here. They were outcasts. They were residing in a pacifist type group, while Washington wouldn't hesitate to kill all of those that were in there if it meant that it was going to benefit the mission of getting back. Carolina would do the same in her current state after killing a Typhoon member after they attacked them. The armored smilodon had to stick to anything that was familiar to him, even if it was painful for him to endure. He if he didn't, he would feel incredibly alone and wouldn't know what to do with himself. He guessed that he was lucky that some of his comrades suffered the same fate as he did in being teleported here by alien technology.

Washington wasn't similar to Ishayu in that he wasn't that great when it came to making stuff. He knew how to make a bomb given the right materials and try to use weapons that weren't humans, but he always had everything made for him. He didn't know how to make armor, or make weapons in this world or if it was even possible. He was a soldier. He wasn't an engineer. Someone gave him a gun and he would make sure to use it properly and with the skill that he always had. While he was walking around, Washington saw something out of the corner of his vision, and he stopped his walking completely on the grassy portion of the beach. His eyes narrowed as he looked at a skeleton figure coming toward him. There seemed to be something metal that they were carrying, as x-rays could show anything metal just as well, and taking an x-ray of a sword would simply make it look like a sword. He had seen swords before, but they didn't exactly exist during his time at all. The Freelancer knew that the creature had a sword with them, and that could prove difficult if they decided to attack the back portion of his body. But considering the distance where he was at, the creature's skeleton structure looked different from his own and it also looked smaller. He wasn't fast though, almost far from it. That was more Carolina's specialty.

His body remained tense like it always was, rolling his shoulder slightly in case there was going to be some sort of fight. One of the more confusing parts was that the sword seemed to be floating and not being grasped. As the animal got closer and where he could see her, he raised one of his paws and touched the button on the right side of his helmet where the x-ray vision was turned off. Not that it was possible for his helmet to actually do that, but he believed it to be so as the only way to use it was to have his helmet on. A condition for the power to activate in general. Seeing the other without his x-ray vision on showed him a large feline. He didn't know what species because studying animals wasn't part of his job when he was a soldier and there were various different types of wildlife on each planet that he came into contact with. The other was the same white color, while also missing a limb. Well, that made him a little less concerned of getting impaled with someone that was missing a limb. Washington didn't believe that there were other powers, and maybe there was a magnet that was being used to keep the sword levitating. That technology possible from where he was from. The armored smilodon wasn't about to ask how it was possible on the factor that he didn't want to look like an idiot. He would just figure it out later.

He craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack, a bad habit of his when he had a headache and he certainly did have one now. The other finally spoke, and he listened to her words. He had no way of checking if this animal was from Sunhaven or not, as his helmet didn't allow him to catch any scents, and he had never met her before so he wouldn't be able to recognize her by site. The Freelancer flicked his shortened tail behind him, as this meant that he was going to have his question answered or not.[b] "Affirmative. I have come looking to procure a good quality knife. That is, if you have such equipment in this outpost." Washington stated in his usual deadpanned and soldier tone that he talked in. It was still confusing what human equipment that most of these groups had with them, as the Ascendants had an entire building and this group obviously had human structures as well. It was hard to remember, but he was certainly trying his best, at least what his mind would let him. The issue now if they did have knives, would be the price of said weapon. No one just did everything for free, and he was expecting a price. The only personal possessions that he had was his armor and dog tags and like hell he was going to give those up for anything.

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[color=black]GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants | GUARDIAN [sHP] | 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

Mama · 08-14-2018, 08:02 AM

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Family, a connection crafted from the blood of two brought together for whatever reason they cared to spin between them, though complications stood there. Upon one side of her own lineage had been little but lust, uncaring of the person but more what she could offer him, blood toned a shade of blue. And she, but a solider herself for so long, left ravaged by a war she had no hand within, given to the wolves which tore her apart, uncaring of the quiet tears she dare not shed within the light. It had seemed a dream to her to find this man of high birth courting her, gentle words spoken into a willing ear, but she was worth nothing more than a night beneath the stars.

Ishayu had known the love of only a single parent not because death had touched upon their doorstep but because he had been uncaring, separating himself for them, low birth children he deemed bastards, until the time came he was made to care. Forced was the marriage between them and all too quickly did the bitter feelings grow. To find her mother drowning her sorrows within the bottle, working at anything that might separate her from the man she had been shacked to, it had torn at the child when first she had bore witness to it, the sightings proved all too numerous for her to care for all that long, however. She had done her best to be there for the children who had been shunned for their birth and the mere fact they held a colouration different to her own dusty brown, made ghosts for fear of being killed.

And what of he, the blue-blooded devil who had sought only pleasure with no care to the consequences behind such an act, thinking his status might save him from such troubles? He grew restless within a marriage he held no say within, had no direction to go for there was nothing to him being wed to a mere peasant, no kingdom or crown to call his own, driven low for he had listened to what was between his legs.

Within each other had the two children sought the care and love they so desperately craved, bonded by blood and trauma, marred by the claws of the one they were forced to call father, each word a scream into a face they tried to hide, rubbing at tears they could never hope to stop. As no other would dare to do they had loved with reckless abandon, solemn promises to protect one another from the cruel world about them murmured in sleepy tones, the twinkling stars above their only witness. What good are promises when they are merely pretty lies dressed up to prove easier to swallow, when a mind is pushed to exhaustion and barely able to register what is spoken, if not disappointment waiting to happen.

Crimson and gold. Throat opened and each breath a wet, rasping gasp, maroon eyes a match to her own seeking her amongst an uncaring crowed, their screams of joy drowning out her own. No promise might have protected him as others had forced her back, jeering through sneers marked with malicious amusement, enjoying her tears, the pain which touched the scream torn from her throat. None had laughter as her claws had found them, tearing through those mocking grins, never thinking of the punishment in store only of him. Crimson and gold had he been, cooling even as she had struggled to stem the flow, rasping voice pleading for him to be returned, the only one who had ever cared. There had been nothing she could do though she made many attempts until her paws slipped from her, struggling to gain a hold upon the loose sand, fighting against those which pulled at her.

He had taken joy in seeing her blood upon his claws, in hearing each scream escape her no matter how she tried to stifle them, breaking into pitiful sobs. Rough was the shape of the letter, a capital T drawn across her belly to mark her a traitor, the only permanent thing he would allow upon her though the skin beneath her stark fur had been marked with bruises and welts. A gift, he had deemed each such for it was to make her stronger, a soldier beneath his control, useful only as that for what good was a child if not to control and use them. Some part of her sought his death, the knowledge a trade had been made to end her brother heavy upon her for he had done the same, bribing the one who had been made to fight her. So easy would it have been to find the aged cougar, enjoy each breath as he struggled to remove her as teeth found his throat, the warm rush of blood as his life ended in the same fashion he had ended his son. But then revenge was no simple matter, was it.

Maroon eyes narrowed as she watched the other roll his shoulders, her own tensing though there was no point to such. Though plans were in the works, and more than a few blueprints scattered about her workplace attested to such, for a prosthetic that might bare her weight it had been slow. To regain the use of her limb was far from her mind, an afterthought for she knew how to craft weaponry, to repair cracks within armour and tan leather to make it usable as simple covering, but the complicated mechanisms needed for such escaped her. Nothing so intricate had come to touch her thoughts, nor did there seem a time it might ever, the smallest of her work still unsuited to the necessary components. Rather it was an act to brace herself, body lowering until her belly brushed the ground, the stump of her leg pressed against the ground to help brace her weight, an uneasy sound rising from her throat.

The sword twirled slowly, as thought a hand grown restless turned it within a loose circle, and she almost felt it, the worn leather band about the wooden handle, stained from use though she had never held it within her teeth, sought to use it in such a fashion. Ishayu was accustomed to such work, many times had tested her own work in the manner, but had grown more dependent upon her telekinesis. It had grown to become useful the more she honed it, making her work that much easier, her own experience with other powers minimal. Ears twitched, faint hum raising between pursed lips and slowly did the weapon descend, hovering about her paws within easy grasp in case it grew necessary to take it up once more.

His speech was strange, words she had not come upon within her travels though she cared not to show her confusion, keeping her features blank as slowly she rose, a few tentative steps drawing her closer. Questions lingered upon the edge of her tongue, for a time she allowed them to gather before she pushed them aside for there would be time enough. Closer now it was easy to pick up the scent which was upon him, muted for travel had a way to wearing away the old and bringing with it more, her body visibly relaxing as the pieces came together. Indeed this creature hailed from a group though one which they were allied with, wild flowers mixing with the unmistakable touch of dust and metal. For a short time she pondered his words, thinking briefly on what she had within stock. She had little time to make much and her armoury was bare for the most part, holding smaller weapons she had been using to keep her occupied, nothing large enough for this creature.

“Indeed we do, but not at the moment,” terse was the tone Ishayu took, briefly wondering to what purpose he sought a weapon. The helmet removed any ability to hold a weapon within his jaws as most did, paws making it rather hard to adequately hold any weapon, the few braces she had crafted in hopes to get around this little problem falling short or otherwise making it harder to wield. “I might be able to make you one, however this is no place to talk business, please, follow me.”

Turning on her heel she didn't wait for a response before she started making her way towards her forge once more, once more making a soft click to call her sword, her own little condition to use her power. Standing within the opening of the cave she flicked her stump, directing the sword to a low table she had set there amongst a few other swords, most old and in need of repair or complete rework, the metal rusted from long years of no use. “Feel free to take one, be careful with the brown ones, they are strong,” as Ishayu spoke she gestured towards a small box set right within the entrance filled with various bottles, most unlabelled. Though she was not one to indulge while she worked it had become a habit to have a bottle with her when working on plans, one of the few things she allowed herself. Some were spirits she had picked up from abandoned buildings, though some amongst them were dark brown and stopped by corks rather than proper tops, these some of her own creation. Similar to cider in taste it proved much more alcoholic, one she had made herself and rarely enjoyed for it was easy to get drunk on it, one bottle proving enough to leave her buzzed when she had been drinking for a good number of years now, her tolerance rather high.

“Do you have any elemental powers? They pose a challenge and can be dangerous with certain materials, I can work with them it might take a slight bit longer,” circling around her make-shift anvil she picked through the pile of metal set beside the forge, trying to find a piece the right size for this work. Along with this she would need to know more about his jaws, how his teeth were shaped for it would affect how she made the hilt so it was comfortable to hold, and the power behind them as some wood would crack easily beneath too much pressure.

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