YOU ALWAYS SAID HOW YOU LOVE DOGS // open, snare trap *WEEKLY PROMPT 7/4*

[GORDON CIPHER.]

//OOC: y/c gets caught in a snare trap, how do they get themselves out of it?

Gordon knew that she had get comfortable with going outside of camp by herself eventually, and although sometimes she was the first to arrive to greet joiners, that wasn't always the case, and she usually tended to follow behind one of her groupmates. So what was the little Starstruck Guardian doing? Exploring the territory by herself. It took a lot of courage for her to do this, and her heart was pounding as she cautiously made her way out into the deeper parts of the territory. No matter how much she wanted to turn back to camp and find somebody to come with her - like say, Bast or Suiteheart, for example - she couldn't do that. She promised herself she wouldn't do that.

But little did Gordon know that there was a snare trap placed where she was heading, and the she-cat let out a yowl of surprise and pain as it caught her forepaw, sending her to the ground in shock. Gordon tried to pull her paw back, but the wires dug into her fur, and as she tried harder, she could scent blood in the air. Her heart skipping a beat, Gordon realized that it was her own blood, and this made her heart pound even faster. She was stuck and she was bleeding now. I can't get out! Gordon thought to herself in her panic, her tail lashing around in fear. "H-help!" Gordon finally found the words to call out, ignoring how loud her voice was at the moment. She hated hearing her own voice, but she hated the feeling of the wire digging into her paw a lot more. Her voice might lure her father over here, assuming he was around, but if he got her out somehow, she could just dash off towards camp before he had a chance to grab her, or try to reach out to Billiam through their bond if it got bad. "Someone!" Gordon was desperate now, tears in her eyes. She was too hurt and too afraid to move, let alone try to get herself out.

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

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]It was no surprise that Suiteheart cared a great deal about Gordon. The petite savannah was gentle and kind - she just exuded goodness. She often offered to accompany Gordon on outings, for she knew the other female was anxious about going alone. It didn't bother Suite one bit. No, she liked the company, and if she could help Gordon along with way, well, that was even better.

When she awoke, she was surprised to see no traces of Gordon in the Observatory. It was odd, but the white feline supposed Gordon had simply found another Ascendant to tag along with today. Exhibiting a half shrug, the Admiral exited the Observatory, headed out on a patrol. She had not gotten too far when she heard Gordon's shouts for help.

Panic flooded her systems. The pain in the Starstruck Guardian's voice almost sent her over the edge. As quickly as was possible, Suiteheart made her way to Gordon. Before she knew it, she was bursting onto the scene. Her eyes immediately fell to the trap Gordon was stuck in. "Fuck."

She was quick to stand at Gordon's side, eyes moving over the snare, searching for weak points to break the other out. She didn't see any, but she knew that shifting into the body of a polar bear would result in the easy breaking of it. "Hey, look at me. You're okay. I'm gonna get you out," she began, voice calm despite the situation. "I'm going to shift into a polar bear so I can break the wire. I won't hurt you though, I promise. Just breathe."

Suiteheart gingerly tried to place two claws between the wire around Gordon's paw. One was placed on the left side of Gordon's paw while another was placed on the right side. If that was successful, she would then shift into a polar bear. The sudden change from cat claws to bear claws - as well as the impressive strength this form held - would be more than enough to break through the snare wire.

[GORDON CIPHER.]

Luckily it didn't take long for somebody to arrive, though it felt like ages to Gordon. The she-cat jumped as Suiteheart exploded from the bushes towards her, though she did relax a bit once she realized it was only Suiteheart. That still didn't stop the pain and fear she felt from being trapped, but it was reassuring to know it was Suiteheart who saw her first, and Gordon let out a breath of air that she didn't realize she had been holding. At Suiteheart's command, Gordon looked up at her, forcing herself to focus on the Ecliptic Admiral rather than the ground and her paws for once. Suiteheart was going to get her out, Suiteheart was going to help her. She wasn't going to die or be majorly hurt. Gordon repeated these words in her mind, trying to calm her beating heart.

Before she knew it, pressure was released from her paw and almost immediately Gordon pelted forward to bury herself in Suiteheart's fur, her body trembling. She was sobbing into the older she-cat's fur if this was successful, and was almost trying to hide herself. "I'm sorry," Gordon whined through her sobs. "I-I should have watched where I was going, I-" She cut herself off, unable to talk with her throat feeling so tight.

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

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

In the year he was born, hunting animals were basically nonexistent. If anything, humans were starting to hunt down the alien race that was trying to kill them. One could say that was horrible, but the humans didn't start the Great War, the aliens did. So, instead of worrying about trapping animals for food, all of Earth's resources turned toward fueling the military, their own form of defense. He guessed that one good thing came from it was that other countries started to work together just so that they weren't going to kill one another. Of course, there were insurrectionists that were willing to flip the war on its head by not only attacking the aliens but other humans in the mass amount of chaos. That had been some of the few missions that Project Freelancer had been allowed to do on top of everything else. Either way, no one had to hunt for their food when everything was being processed in large factories. No one cared where their food came from as long as they were able to stay alive. MRE's sometimes in the middle of nowhere could almost be considered to be luxuries on those that managed to get their hands on them.

There was also less of a population on Earth after the aliens did attack, decimating an entire city almost leaving nothing left. But Earth was defended and that's what mattered in the end. Washington hadn't realized how long it had been since he was on Earth, until he realized that he was indeed on Earth at this very moment. It pissed him off because everything here was different and wrong. A planet that had been at war was going to at least show signs that it had indeed been in a war. He should be seeing cities everywhere, but instead, he was only seeing one building that was the observatory. He just hoped that whatever the explosion had done to him on his ship to get him here wasn't going to be permanent and that there was going to be a way back out of all of this. He just had to have a little faith. Faith that was always fleeting. Maybe he had been a little bit obsessive in that regard on doing whatever he can to get himself back. Right now though, the armored smilodon was walking through the forested portion of the territory. It was his daily patrols.

He made sure to constantly stick on a strict schedule, a schedule that no one else was really keeping tabs on because he didn't tell anyone exactly what his schedule was. He knew that his hallucinations were getting worse though due to his lack of sleep. Part of him believed that he could overpower said hallucinations through sheer will. Which wasn't correct, but he was going to try anyway. He was working on 2 hours asleep, which he believed to be acceptable in his current state. The male wasn't able to catch scents as easily though with the way that he wore his helmet. Instead, he was able to hear what was going on, and it sounded like something had happened. The voice was unfamiliar, except for maybe one. That could be both a good or bad thing, as there was a lot to do near the borders of this place if he was going to come across other's that were like him. The lion-sized animal began to trot in the direction of where he heard the panicked voice. Had someone died?

Not like it would matter all that much to him, as he came onto the scene. The situation having concluded itself, as he looked at a cat and Suiteheart. Well, that seemed to be okay now. He still couldn't smell the scent of blood that was in the air thanks to his helmet. His golden eyes though were able to catch sight of something that was familiar. Metal. Thin. He turned his large head to look down at the snare. His heart leaped into his chest. Snares were made by humans. The armored male made his way over toward where the snare was at, using his paw to carefully lift it up and make sure that he wasn't going to potentially get trapped in it as well. "This is a human trap..." Agent Washington muttered to himself mostly, but it was still loud enough for everyone else to hear. "Are these found here quite often?" Increased human activity on Earth was a good thing. But he still didn't understand who would set a trap like this. He wasn't able to tell how exactly fresh it was. His question was directed toward either Gordon or Suiteheart, whoever was willing to answer him. He needed to find these humans, as maybe they could give him some hints as to what was happening on this planet. "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:
★ AMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Once being immature, goofy, and charismatic, Washington was changed completely after the implantation of a computer inside of his head that nearly caused him his death. He is a soldier and hasn't been anything but a soldier in his life, making sure to follow the rules as much as possible. He believes loyalty is everything, and unless given a reason to he will not betray anyone. He is extremely serious and will work himself to exhaustion before trying to relax. Thinking that he must be prepared for everything that will be thrown at it. He prefers to be alone, but that just puts more stress on his head due to the factor that his mental stability is almost nonexistent. Washington is an expert when it comes to regular military strategies, and he almost knows nothing of the clans and how they work. In his mind, he is only on an alien planet and they potentially did something to him. He knows that he needs to get back to the project once the ship had crashed, but now he is actually in a different world. His only plan is to figure out a way to find his goal, and if that means he has to kill anyone in his way to get the information he will do just such. Washington suffers from different lapses of hallucinations and this can be easy for him to snap toward others in a violent manner. Being a soldier, if all else fails he will use violence at his full extent.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Air Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Earth Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Fire Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ X-Ray vision (Not Discovered)
★ Teleportation (Not Discovered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend
★ Physically extreme | Mentally easy | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in by tagging account
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]As soon as the trap released Gordon, Suiteheart shifted back into a feline. She did so just in time to catch Gordon. As if she had done this sort of thing a thousand times (and perhaps she had with others), the white feline held onto Gordon as she wept. The older fae swept her tail around Gordon in a protective manner. "Hey, hey, it's okay," the Admiral soothed in a gentle voice. "You're alright now, and that's all that matters, Gordon." Suite could not help but feel badly for poor Gordon. The girl had been through so much, and this was only adding to it. She cursed whatever had placed the trap down. Damn them. Damn them to hell - especially since this could have been so much more serious.

She had began to hum lightly, in order to help calm Gordon down. The tune was soft and easy, almost lullaby-like. She had forgotten the words, but the melody would forever remain in her heart. Her mother often sang this to her whenever Suite fell victim to her violent outbursts. It always helped her center herself.

Suiteheart silenced the wordless song when Washington arrived. When he noticed the snare, his body language shifted into something different. Washington was surrounded in mystery, and she was so preoccupied with Gordon that the deputy couldn't read him. Still, at his statement, she nodded. The snare had to have been human in creation, but she knew it could have easily been set by animals - Tanglewood set bear traps all the time.

His question caused her to shake her head. "Not here, no," she answered, a troubled look upon her ivory features. This sort of thing wasn't common in the Ascendants at all. It was worrying. "I'm hoping this is the last we see of something like this too." She didn't want to think about what would happen if this wasn't an isolated event. "Washington, would you mind getting me some water to clean Gordon's wound? There's a stream not to far from here. I'd owe you one."

[BASTILLEPAW]

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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES

Distress flared and ensnared him, the fluttering bursts of an aura calling for help making him slip up mid-pounce. His prey bolted, and startled, Bastille rolled himself to his paws and shook himself off as his stare shifted to the distance. Usually he only got fluctuating signals that strong when something was truly wrong, and something felt familiar about the flickering impression attached to it. After a beat, he'd determined the direction he needed to go, and took off. When he finally found them, he had realized who it was a few moments before, and he slid to a stop as his gaze found Gordon. Shaken but okay.

"Hey, Gor," he greeted, exhaling as he noted that Suiteheart had beaten him to her. Again. The annoyance wasn't as strong when it wasn't Hazel she was blocking him from, but there was still a tinge that disappeared once he determined that Gordon was okay. Water formed slowly from the air, swirling into an orb that floated in front of the two, but he said nothing about it as he gave a slight shake of his head to Wash. "Tangle has a few of these fuckers in their territory, but we've never had any. Guess we should scout for more, though."

[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS

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Before the first scream hit the air, Delta smelled the fresh blood. She turned, her large feet digging into the ground before she ran straight for the source of the smell. Stepping on undergrowth and weaving through the trees with celerity unusual for her size, the teal theropod tilted her head as she heard Gordon's call for help. It seemed to originate from the same place as the scent of blood, so she assumed the wounded animal still lived. Good, because live prey nearly always tasted better than scavenged carrion. She'd already taken down a large boar earlier this morning, but she wouldn't turn down a vulnerable snack.

Bursting through the trees, her feet skidded to a halt - flinging dirt and mud as her momentum quickly decelerated. She smelled the crowd of Ascendants before she got to the location, but she hadn't met Washington yet. Her lips curled as she revealed her sharp, backwards-curving teeth as she smelled the creature with a few puffy inhales. The large one smelled similar to the rest of the mammal packs - and seemed similar in species, albeit larger, than the three creatures here she interacted with previously.

And, of course, the large one's face and front-half of his body seemed covered in a shiny substance. Looking at it reminded her of the cages she knew and the humans' technology. Until now, the remnants of the human's technology in the Ascendants' territory bothered her little - due to the decrepit state and lack of familiarity with her past experiences. But this one's second skin reminded her of the humans' machines and weapons. Forgetting about the injured snack, her dark eyes remained focused on Washington's armor as she took a step closer to him.

Growl in her throat, she flexed her claws as she took a dominant stance, tail lashing behind her. This one seemed half her size and not worth the effort of calling the pack for backup. For now, she spent the next few seconds analyzing Washington's body and trying to decide what to attack; she knew the shiny human bits often proved impenetrable to her teeth. Despite her hatred towards the armor in particular, it seemed the fleshy bits provided the best targets.

[ whoot whoot ooc prompt of delta finding something shiny gave me this idea ]

[GORDON CIPHER.]

Gordon didn't really register Washington's words as she sobbed into Suiteheart's fur, trying to focus on relaxing herself as much as possible. Suiteheart's fur and soothing voice and song was exactly what the girl needed right now, even if they weren't exactly calming her down to the point where she was normal. But she was okay-ish, just recovering from what happened to her. Gordon tried to calm her crying down as Suiteheart spoke to her, and her ears pricked as she heard Bastille's voice. Tanglewood? But weren't they allies? They wouldn't do this to her, would they?

Of course, the sound of Delta made her panic once more. She had gotten used to the raptors for the most part, but having a scary from the trap is what set her off, and the little Starstruck Guardian tensed up at the sight of Delta, and she buried her head again into Suiteheart's body, flattening her ears as if she was trying to block Delta out. The scent of blood probably triggered the dinosaur over her, and she absentmindedly tried to move her injured paw closer to her, as if to hide it from Delta.

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

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Humans were always strange. From the time that he had come from, which to him was obviously that this wasn't the same time frame that he was used to, Washington heard of humans hunting the animals that were around here. Washington wasn't sure why humans were still doing that, but it was in the year of 2018. Something that he didn't really know much because that was hundreds of years in the past. The Freelancer didn't think he would have been lucky, or unlucky in this account to travel to a time that he had never heard before. The technology that they had in the first place wasn't something that was going to be helpful to him in the future. At least they had power and were capable of running some technology. A generator that he wasn't capable of accessing things to certain events from the sound of it. Washington didn't know about the strategic ways of those that lived here and why they were so adamant of protecting the generator when they were humans nearby that they could steal it off. Unless they didn't want to start anything with the humans which wouldn't surprise him. If they had any firearms the civilians here wouldn't even remotely stand a chance against them. That was another factor that Washington was going to have to see about the types of humans that lived around here. He knew how to hunt back when he was a human. But that was just because they had been on alien planets and had run out of food, meaning that he was going to have to go and get food from somewhere. They weren't about to starve to death, and some of them didn't even want to use their ammunition to kill potential food. There were those that had set up snares in the forested areas where they had been stationed, and it was from there that they would just have to wait.

Most planets were inhabited, and no one really cared about being extremely moral. That didn't mean that they were going to start eating the trapped animal alive, and instead, they were probably just going to slice the aliens throat so that they could eat it. Although with this method, they didn't know which animals to eat and what ones were basically a gamble either. Some of the marines got sick, while other's were perfectly fine. Those that were used to eating horrible stuff faired better than those that didn't get out enough. He understood why humans would start to set snares if they knew about a large group of beasts that were living out in the forest or near a former building that used to be theirs. Maybe it was a start to try and eradicate what was currently living here. A sign of what to come. Washington wasn't sure if he should warn the Ascendants of the possible dangers of such. So, he kept it to himself instead of speaking out toward those that were currently here. Washington's attention turned back toward Suiteheart when she said that the traps here weren't all that common. At the mention of hoping that this was the last of it, Washington shook his head. "When someone sets up snares they usually set up several of them just as a failsafe to make sure that they get something." After he spoke those words, he realized how strange it could actually sound to those that weren't humans. He almost sounded like he was understanding why the humans were doing what they were doing. At the question of getting the hurt civilian some water, he blinked at her for a couple seconds. It was indeed an order from someone that was higher up than him.

And Suiteheart was one of the more respected members that were here. "Oh uhh sure." Washington had been about to move to go and get the hurt female some water. But he never really got the chance to when Bastille showed up again. The soldier was quick to stand to attention, Suite's order forgotten in case Bastille gave him an order instead. And Washington watched as water formed right in front of his eyes, and he was glad to have a helmet as his jaw basically went slack. What the hell? The domestic cat basically made water come out of his paw. That wasn't possible. He had heard about the stuff that they called was 'magic', but trying to wrap his head around what was happening. The soldier closed his jaw so that he was able to question the commanding officer. "Sir, how did you do that?" Washington questioned calmly, hiding the shock that he had felt for something happening so suddenly. He blinked his golden eyes until he heard something heavy that was making their way toward them. He knew that there were raptors that lived around here. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to see them for a very long time. His head turned in the direction of Delta. Who was a bit taller than he was, but the Freelancer wasn't even remotely intimidated by the likes of a dinosaur. Considering that he was an extinct animal, it wasn't a surprise that there was another extinct animal that lived around here. He had gotten used to that at least, but everything else basically went over his head. His eyes narrowed as he basically felt the tension suddenly start in the air, and Washington moved his body so that he was directly facing the civilian.

Could it even be called that? With the little interaction he had with them, he had yet to hear any of them speak. It growled to him and noticing the way that the other's muscles were moving it looked like it was going to attack him. Well, this was just a great day now wasn't it? The armored smilodon lets a low growl escape his jaws, as he wasn't one to really be violent during his time in Project Freelancer. But that was a time ago. He had changed now. His claws flexed into the ground, as he wasn't going to be threatened by anyone and just take it. He had more respect than that. "Back. Off." Washington would growl the order, but it was obvious that his stance didn't show that he was going to back off anytime soon. When presented with a threat, he usually killed said threat. He was a soldier, after all, he didn't need to have the likes of mercy when it came to war. .The only time that he was even remotely kind was when he was dealing with his teammates. Other than that though everyone had a chance of being attacked if they said the wrong thing. What the hell was this thing going to do? He was pretty sure that the other's claws couldn't make it through the likes of the metal armor that covered his body. He knew that he probably wouldn't win in a fight, but if the other was going to start something no matter what he said, then he was just going to have to defend himself. Even if he was the height of a lion, he certainly didn't have the likes of a muscle mass to back it up."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:
★ AMORED 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

[BASTILLEPAW]

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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES

Bastille wished he could say that he saw this coming, but frankly? He hadn't considered the possibility of the girls smelling blood and making an appearance. The sudden thudding of something coming at them fact through the trees was a surprise, but once his head jerked up he realized immediately that it was Delta's aura streaking towards them. Of course, that point was pretty useless, because she burst into the clearing mere seconds after recognition hit.

To his relief, Delta seemed focused on Wash, not Gordon. He knew the girl was scared shitless of the raptors, and being injured and a good target for food didn't help. Sure, Delta focusing on any one wasn't great, but hey -- Wash was big. And had that weird ass helmet, which... Well, was a bit of an issue right now, he supposed. A beat later he was between the two, his back to Wash because, well, he didn't really care to calm Wash down. He'd be annoyed in the soldier attacked Delta, but let's be real: Delta would come out on top.

"Hey, Delta, let's not eat Wash," he suggested, strolling closer to her with relaxed shoulders. There were a couple of throat noises be made, in between sentences and words, as usual. And they probably meant nothing, as usual. "What, you don't like that outfit? Too ugly for your tastes? You're such a diva, Delta. If you don't eat Wash, I'll give you food. Deal?" After a beat, he added, this time directed slightly over his shoulder, "Wash, if any of that shit comes off, take it off. Now."

Most problems Bastille could solve with food. He could distract angry raptors with it, could divert their attention from members to prey, and could generally keep Blue from going psychotic on him with it. But he wasn't really sure if he could distract Delta from something she clearly disliked, which was that shiny shit, so the only solution he had was to babble vocalizations at her and get Wash away from the shiny shit.

So help him gods, if Wash didn't listen, he deserved to get eaten.

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