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» Journal: twopoinsettias
» Age: 26
» Characters Played: n/a
CHARACTER
» Name: Tex / Agent Texas / Allison
» Fandom: Red vs Blue
» Reference: http://rvb.wikia.com/wiki/Tex
» Canon Point: end of Season 5
» Gender: female
» Age: late twenties
» Orientation: Mostly heterosexual. She had a canon het relationship with Church and is mentioned to have had affairs with other guys. However, as a hard-edged pragmatist, Tex adapts to the situation as necessary to keep herself alive.
» Personality:
Tex is the girl next door that got sick of being the girl next door, and went out into the world to do everything she'd been told she couldn't do. She became a soldier so she could become a mercenary, to set her own terms for everything and never have to take any orders simply for the sake of taking orders. She is ruthless, efficient, highly skilled, calm and daring and practical and all the other things that a highly trained soldier ought to be in the face of danger. She's just not very nice about it. Weighty things like the fate of humanity can move her, certainly, and she has her own codes of conduct that she lives by, but pinning down right and wrong and motivation with Texas is sometimes a little tricky. Ending a war is an Important Thing worth sacrificing for. Turning on your own comrades depends on the stakes. Siding with evil crazy people is usually out of bounds, but again, stakes.
Mostly, Tex is a level-headed pragmatist with a side of bad temper. Considering that she used to play host to a psychotic and megalomaniacal AI partner, Omega, during her time in the black ops program Project Freelancer, 'bad temper' can be translated as 'will beat the hell out of you with your own snapped off arm for $10, or for insulting her, or for being just so incredibly retarded in front of her.'
Tex likes money, weaponry, competence, survival, defying the odds, defying the odds in a way that completely sticks it to someone calculating those odds, money, and the satisfaction that comes with knowing that she's one of the best at what she does and that someone somewhere out there goes to bed every night hating her for it. Also the satisfaction of shanking people who deeply, deeply deserve to be shanked without warning, mercy, or hesitation. She likes that too.
Although surprisingly tolerant of the Red and Blue teams in Blood Gulch and all their lunacy (as in, she hasn't murdered any of them yet), that doesn't mean Tex hesitates over putting boot to ass among her quasi-allies when she feels it's required. She's responsible for at least three massacres (more if you count her escapades as Omega's partner) and doesn't seem to be ruffled by it in the slightest. War is war and business is business, and in her opinion anyone carrying a gun knows what they were in for when they got up that morning. On some level, being a mercenary is about fulfilling a nameless drive for personal freedom and testing her own limits. On another, it's about sticking it to every guy in the universe that's ever told her she couldn't, can't, or won't.
This isn't to say that Tex is a completely heartless bitch only concerned with her reputation. The rep simply exists; Texas doesn't give a damn about maintaining it as long as she knows for herself. Although it is nice to look back and fondly remember all the other soldiers in Project Freelancer that could never quite catch up to her, and it is important to her that she meets her own personal standards of ability. Nevertheless, deep down Tex has a decent heart and would prefer people not kill her friends and would like the war to come to an end and nobody else have to be sacrificed. But sentimentality is weakness, and weakness gets you killed, and Texas didn't survive the hell that was Freelancer and Omega just to die of a bleeding heart out in the black of space. She is and has always considered herself a one woman army, no one else needed, totally self-sufficient. Asking for help is done grudgingly, if at all. This can be a weakness, obviously, right along with her confident impulsiveness, and the two traits combined have backed her into stupid corners before. Her favorite tactic of attacking a group of enemies all by herself has proven both incredibly successful aaaand also led to a quick brutal 'death' at the hands of an alien.
In any case, she does have some attachment to her ex-boyfriend Church, who she's known since high school, and to the other Blues and Reds when they aren't being completely ass backwards retarded. Although she cheated on Church all the time while they were dating and stole money from him and liked to disappear to meet other guys, she comes to his aid willingly enough and more or less sticks by him as an ally. She's fairly easy to get along with when she's not on a contract and/or tactless chauvinist idiots aren't insulting her to her face (a rare occasion in Blood Gulch), and is amicably willing to cut deals when it turns out someone can't pay for her services. Amassing favors is not quite as good as getting paid, but it'll do in a pinch and Tex doesn't bitch about it. She's also not so indifferently professional to the idea of civilians or innocents being caught up in her crossfire, but it all depends on the situation. Tex can hold a grudge like a motherfucker and harbors an undying hatred for her former AI Omega, who she views as a rabid, megalomaniacal, body-jacking dog that needs to be put down for the good of the entire universe. Even the death of her ally York didn't slow her down very much from pursuing Omega, and she's bound and determined to end that son of a bitch if it's the last thing she does in life. Even when he's demanding she give up her body to him so he can rule the universe and she's agreeing. She was still planning to shank his ass.
As a side note, Tex is actually an AI. She doesn't know it, her friends don't know it, and it's probable that nobody else aside from the Director of Project Freelancer knows it, but it explains her ability to re-appear after getting killed as a "ghost," capable of possessing other bodies just like the rest of the AIs in the series. The original Tex, the girl named Allison, died at some point according to the Director, and it's presumably his doing that she was resurrected in her current form.
» Appearance: Like most of the characters in Red vs Blue, Tex has no canon appearance aside from her black MJOLNIR Mk VI armor (seen here: http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/rvb/images/4/4b/Tex2.png). The armor is said to have been specially developed for the Freelancer program; aside from the standard equipment like HUD, motion tracker, and AI slot, Tex's armor has a cloaking ability that allows her to go invisible and fool electronic motion trackers, but still appears as a transparent ripple to the naked eye when she moves. The cloaking does not extend to pressure sensors or audio. In general the armor makes her faster and stronger, more effective than the equipment worn by the rest of the simulation soldiers (Caboose and the others) and less effective than the equipment of a real SPARTAN like Master Chief. Tex's also has a voice modifying device which she uses to disguise her voice as a man's.
For out of armor appearance, her PB is Kari Berg. 'Cept with red hair. Blue eyes, athletic build, average height.
SAMPLES
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
She'd said her goodbyes in advance to prepare for moments like this. Mercs had a better life expectancy than Freelancer Agents, but not by much, not with the kind of jobs she agreed to, and she'd always figured it would happen someday the way it did in the statistics. Quick and out of nowhere. Reputation wasn't armor. Even the unsinkable Texas would burn out in the end, one way or another. She wasn't naive enough to think otherwise.
Anyway, this whole ghost business was a double-edged sword. Sure, it was nice to come back from the dead, shrug off a shredded body and slip on another like a dress, but she figured, with the pessimism that had saved her ass time and time again, there was a price to pay somewhere. Had to be. Mentally, if nothing else. The mind wasn't made to accept its own abrupt demise, even if a person had reason to believe it wouldn't be permanent. Crashing spaceship? Still got all the bright red panic sirens out and blaring, and she heard it in her own voice, that horrible cringing note of fear, as the ship came screaming down and her world ended in one sickening crunch.
She woke up with the echo of it still in her ears. Shuddered once, mentally, and locked it away in the little box reserved for things she wanted to forget. And, right on cue, Omega said--
Nothing.
Her eyes flew open.
Because Texas was a highly trained professional, she didn't sit bolt upright and clutch the sheets to her bare chest and stare about her wildly. Rather, highly trained professionals sat bolt upright, clutched sheets, stared about, and demanded to know what the fuck was going on in the most outraged tone possible.
The empty air wasn't exactly forthcoming with answers, so after a few moments of heart-pounding adrenaline how the fuck did she have a heart whose body was this Tex slunk off the bed, dragging the sheet with her and knotting it around herself. Windows, check. Completely unfamiliar view outside them, check. Unlocked door, what the hell, but check. Mirror--
She stared at the woman in the mirror for a long, long moment. Couldn't recognize herself until her gaze was caught by the new addition of a collar, some kind of bullshit thing that looked like it was made out of strung-together bullets and had no clasp and wouldn't loosen no matter how she tugged at it, and finally her irritated scowl began to look correct in the reflection.
At least, until she shattered it with a sheet wrapped fist and coolly picked out the sturdiest fragment from the mess to use as a blade. Waking up naked anywhere usually guaranteed some kind of imprisonment. Waking up in a real body and without her AI had to guarantee some kind of tampering, and as much as she would rather Omega fuck off and die, she couldn't exactly just let anyone take off with him. Or give her bodies. Especially ones that seemed remarkably like her original. That was also the sort of thing she probably shouldn't just let slide.
When the room continued to remain quiet and gloating captor free, Texas frowned, tugged her sheet higher and stuck her head out into the hallway. She wasn't sure whether being ignored like this was a blessing or an insult, but she was leaning towards the latter just on principle. Someone who thought that taking her armor, AI and enhancements would keep her quiet didn't know Freelancer Texas very well.
The hallway was just as devoid of answers and/or captors, but it did have a maid. The poor girl didn't even have time to scream as a hand closed over her mouth and and she was dragged bodily into the room.
Five minutes later Texas let that one escape in order to find someone less crazy and prone to talking about sex deities. Also to suit up, as the terrified maid had pointed to the neat pile of familiar armor and equipment stacked all over one of the tables in the adjoining room.
The second maid to walk by wasn't subjected to dragging. Instead she got the standard gun barrel to the small of the back and the cloaked ripple of air that was Tex asking, very calmly in her ear, if she could get some answers as to what the hell was going on around here.
By the fourth maid with an apparent mental condition, Tex was tired of asking questions and almost ready to accept that she wasn't a prisoner or surprise contestant on reality tv, because no one she knew owned a tropical island on any planet in the galaxy. Or if they did, they wouldn't have bothered flying her there, sticking her somehow back in a flesh and bone body, and putting her up in some kind of fancy hotel just to undress her, steal her psychotic AI, and leave her apparently to her own devices with only some odd, lingering dreams about the night Church had proposed to show for the entire ordeal.
» "amatomnes" Entry:
[ The audio feeds clicks on to a few seconds of dead air, and then a deep, almost distorted male voice speaks. ]
Wyoming, come back.
[ wait wait wait. ]
[ no response ]
O'Malley, come back.
[ wait wait wait. ]
[ no response. The speaker mutters something along the lines of 'you have got to be fucking kidding me.' ]
--Omega, come back.
[ no response. there's some more fiddling with buttons, so the feed goes to static as Tex painstakingly (and futilely) tries to punch up what she remembers as the Blood Gulch radio frequencies. and switches the voice changer off, after a second. ]
If any of you cockbites can hear me, and I know you can, Church, I need someone to run a trace on where this signal is coming from. I can't tell if I've been kidnapped by aliens or sent on on a singles' tropical island vacation, and I kind of need to know before I start shooting.
Also, if anyone happens to know why I'm not in a thousand fiery little pieces somewhere in that ship, I'm listening.
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