long lost house of dreams | truth or dare

[pallid-i]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Now she wasn't one for meet and greets, but she was in dire need of socializing and getting to know her peers. Even if only just a little bit. So here she was, getting ready to start a little game for fun. Truth or dare was a fun game, right? Eh, in her opinion it was.

So anyways, she stood awkwardly for a second before she finally spoke up. "Uh.. Anyone want to play truth or dare? I know it's a common game but I like playing it, so.." She trailed off, shuffling her paws. Hopefully at least two people wanted to play with her..

[HEARTEYES]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:45%;font-family:verdana"]Truth or dare. Had she and her siblings ever played that game? Hearteyes couldn't be too sure. She seems to have a talent of being in places where her clanmates decided to be, which was lucky because she was trying her best to get to know all of them. The molly abandons her game of catch with the wall at the mention of a more interesting game, lifting her head to see who had called. She smiles at the sight of Pimostra, jumping to her paws and trotting over. "I've never played truth or dare! How do you play?" She asks, tilting her head.

[MOONMADE]

[size=9pt]"You pick a person," comes Moon's voice as the limping lion approaches, having just delivered some fresh herbs to the Medic Den. He's tired, having been up late with a kid at the border who'd been attacked, but he's not in the worst mood he can be. There may be a slight chance some good old waste-my-time games could help him. "And you ask them whether they want to answer a question— they have to tell the truth— or be given a dare they have to play out. Usually it's some embarrassing shit." The game was self explanatory, but he endulged Hearteyes. She seemed like the dumb innocence type.

He settles on the ground nearby, shoulders slumping with a posture that, some day, would leave him crippled, probably. For now, though, his feels fine. He's here for a good time, anyway, not a long time. Even though, so far, his time has been pretty fucking terrible. "I'll play." he finally says, words distorted by a yawn.

[pallid-i]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — She was about to explain the game to Hearteyes but the lion beat her to the punch. She smiled at the two and stood a little straighter, tail flicking back and forth. "Hello you two! I'm uh, Pimostra! Thanks for wanting to play truth or dare with me!" Maybe she should record them all while they played truth or dare... No, that would just be weird. Really word for them, anyways. Maybe.

[imperia]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Silently pawsteps are all that announce Imperia's arrival. She moves quietly as ever, lithe muscles rippling beneath a pelt of silver starlight. The cleric offers an awkward smile as she takes a seat beside Moonmade, obviously a little unsure about playing a game with a bunch of people. As curious as she is, Peri is rather inexperienced when it comes to simple things like games or messing around. She missed out when all the kids back home were rough housing and playing hide and seek, so now she is uncomfortable with the whole thing. But she thinks back on the Would You Rather she played with Moon, so her curiosity compels her to try it out in spite of her reservations. "Um, I will play too." Another smile, this one a little brighter. Hopefully this doesn't end up with people doing the...uncomfortable things like she's heard about.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Washington was fairly certain that he was getting closer to end up passing out. He had been working a lot with the broken leg that he did have. No medics have come to try and complain to him and it was with that he was appreciative of it. The last thing he needed was a civilian breathing down his neck for not doing something that they wanted. It was annoying to deal with but he didn't exactly have any other place to go. Washington was going to have to live with these animals until he could get the type of gear that he did end up wanting. The Freelancer was still adjusting to the likes of the Ascendants and still refused to have any form of trust with anyone that was around.

Especially since Tex was around and that made his life basically a living nightmare. The Agent didn't want to be around the shadow of a person, as he knew that if she got out of hand or suddenly started destroying everything he wouldn't stand a chance. Hell, he didn't even measure up to Carolina when she had first arrived in the group, easily knocking him to the ground and threatening to break his arm. It was certainly a shock, and now that his arm was broken from a former comrade it meant that he had to pay even more attention to his surroundings. If another Freelancer ended up coming to the Ascendants, there was bound to be more trouble than he would like to deal with. Carolina obviously was going through a lot after coming back from the dead, and he wasn't sure what her mental state was either.

He hadn't slept for the past two days as he was working on a project that he didn't want anyone else to know about. He interacted with few creatures in the Ascendants recently, and it was messing up the schedule that he had set up for himself. Considering his mental health though, Washington didn't have time to sleep with the voices that were constantly in his head. The only reason he appeared at these sorts of games in the first place was that it was a way of gathering information and the personalities of those that lived in this place. It was strategic, and he would have all the information that he needed. Washington knew Pimostra as being one of the more recent joiners. He wasn't sure what to think of her, even after she said that his armor looked cool. The last thing he expected because the responses he usually got from someone was usually fear with the way he was armored up anyway.

The Freelancer was slightly fascinated as to how a regular domestic cat could end up growing so large, but this world was strange and he didn't bother to question most things now. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he took not of those that were around before sitting himself down off to the side. Slightly closer to Imperia, but not that close. He adjusted the splint that was on his left arm before looking at the large domestic. "I'll join." Washington said in the usual deadpanned tone that he talked in. If he didn't have his helmet on, one would be able to notice exactly how tired he was. The Freelancer was exhausted, but he still had jobs to do. He was pretty sure the last time he had been around during this type of game he had found Carolina sleeping. Maybe the tides would turn this time. "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):
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PHYSICAL:
★ ARMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

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

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

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

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

[pallid-i]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — So that was four people.. Good enough to start the game! She cleared her throat and smiled at the four. "So, anyone want to start the game or should I go first?" It would make sense she start it since she was the one who called for people to join her, but she just wanted to see if anyone was excited in going first. That was fair right? Or was it dumb? Oh well, it was too late now to take back her words.

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Lately she'd been keeping to herself, doing things along, slinking off in the dead of night. She was unsure of herself and she tried her best when it was day to look confident in this new form. To appear that everything was alright when nothing was. It was a trait she supposed that she got from her family and something she didn't really pride herself upon but she thought was necessary. She'd broken down a few times already but that was her business and what happened at night stayed there in the solitude of darkness. So she was here now, with her head lowered a bit and her ears pulled back thinking on what had happened and that damn white tree she had saw when she heard voices chiming up about joining in and wanting to play something. Games? She lifted her dark imperial topaz colored eyes to try and view the group from where she stood. All of these animals she didn't really find herself remembering. Maybe that Moon guy, he'd gotten attacked by a bear because of some acorn toy. It was the strangest thing. Also Washington was there and she rolled her eyes a little bit. When in doubt, try to be a team player.

So the feline cloaked in the darkness of her pelt advanced forward, silently make her way toward the group where she settled down and curled her tail against her body. She was as large as some big dogs, so she did have some type of size just not as much as she would have liked. She felt small. Didn't know why but she did and she allowed herself to try and relax before giving a light not to everyone that was within the area. After all they were playing....truth or dare right? Someone else had hosted a game like this and she'd fallen asleep during it because of how tired she had been. Wash had woke her up and she'd ended up swiping at him out of reflexes. The thought brought a faint smirk to her muzzle before it vanished and she lifted a paw lightly. "Don't mind me. I'm going to just watch."