Col. Oswin Whitemore

Our system is a young one's fight. And an old man's game. I have a son and daughter. And I'll be damned if they go to war just to be played with.

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When Audrey was a young girl, she and her older sister were taken from their mother the same night she was brutally murdered. Their captors were organized, working as a limb of a bigger whole, a group that was involved in illegal human trafficking. At the time, it was prevalent in Africa, targeting young girls in particular since females that found themselves at the government's auction blocks had already been worn with experience. Audrey and her sister were prime examples of what was being looked for, but before they reached their destination, her sister was able to find a way for Audrey to escape, having to push her into doing so. In spite of both of their efforts, it was the last time they saw each other.

Because of what happened to her family, Audrey created a militia of her own by the time she was in her teens, destroying parts of the seedy underworld that were ruining her home. Undocumented, she was never inducted into the system, and therefore never went to an academy nor received a mark against her arm to give her a role. In place of the missing ink, she created her own for herself and the female soldiers that loyally followed her.

On her shoulder, she is proud to display South Africa's national flower: the king protea--an apt symbol of change and hope that will grow after it has been burned. In turn, her self-started army is referred to as the Protea Sisters, which still functions today, mostly because Audrey still has hope that she will find her sister even after all these years.

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Julian Moore

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Margaux Whitemore || Mother (deceased)

When Oswin was very young, both of his parents died in a plane crash, but he didn't know until many years later when he was inducted into the Crowne. The Whitemores were upper-class, wealthy beyond imagination. Margaux was a former model, but her family was from the old-money side of the world. Oswin's father was new into the folds, creating a business from loans instead of parents' good fortune. Together, their backgrounds merges upon marriage and claim, and it understandably had some people's mouths watering, particularly Oswin's paternal uncle.

When the Whitemore's jet crashed, there was tragedy but also opportunity seen. Oswin would be the sole heir, being the only child and immediate relation to the two, but if the five-year-old had been on the plane with his parents, the accounts would open to the second best.

Oswin's uncle took advantage, sending the child away to an orphanage far removed from the inner circle, away from money, connections, anyone that would possibly recognize the boy, landing him in Lebanon, New Hampshire. In the meantime, the doted on child from the Whitemores was considered lost like his parents.

However, there was one flaw in the plan.

Margaux had specifically talked to a dear friend of hers about Oswin not coming with them on the trip. In spite of the woman's complaint filed to the police, the investigation was closed before it really even started, siting that the dear friend of the late Margaux Whitemore was mistaken from grief. It was enough to make her boil, reaching to a higher power for answers, and in time, this information filtered through the Crowne, where DNA records of the Whitemores matched that of an agent of theirs, increasing his worth to them even more so than his original merits.

Oswin reclaimed his last name--replacing one that the Crowne had assigned for him--and the business that his father created is still with the family and operates under a management team the son hired to run better than he states he could.

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things my daughter has said - a sentence meme

“I don’t want to love anyone. I just want to love dogs and youtube.” “Look at this bunny! Look how fucking cute it is!” “I have to eat all these cookies. I’m counting to thirty-seven.” “If I was going to kill someone, I would poison them on Taco Tuesday because no one expects tacos.” “Capitalism made the minions.”  “If there’s no chicken nuggets, I don’t want to go.” “I’m not afraid of blood. I see it all the time.” “The floor is fine. I’ll stay here.” “Oh, boy, here comes reality!” “My least favorite piece of clothing is socks. They’re like pants for your feet.” “There’s so many girls…” “If I can’t hug a ghost, what’s the point?” “I’ve only hit a guy once but I could do it again.” “This smells like happiness and ketchup.” “But is Dr. Phil really real?” “I want to be a rock. Rocks get to lie down as much as they want.” “I noticed a strange thing. Mostly when you say ‘maybe’, it’s in a pattern. A pattern of ‘no’.” “I don’t understand but I’m angry about it.” “I’m in love with you because you bring me food.” “I’m going to kill everyone.” “Oh, right in the head!” “The world is going to keep going even if you don’t like it.” “I would go to jail for you.”

[emmcduvcl]

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I hear you've been a bad boy. Now go to MY room!

The wife said not until I clean the dishes. Can you negotiate with her?

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Viggo, Ira, Kristoff

1) Viggo Ira. Already did at the weddings.2) Kristopher. Wives might not like that much.3) Maj. Gen. Wolfe. He outranks me.

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Brotherhood

Oswin Whitemore was best friends with Ira from the moment they met, bonding over their reddish hair of all things. Ira had been in the orphanage for years before the true ginger came aboard at the age of five after his parents died, and the two were inseparable from then on. Because they believed they had no family left, the two boys became their own lost members of blood to the point where they would introduce themselves as brothers to strangers. They were determined not to leave the other behind, even if there were couples interested in adopting them individually.

Eventually, Col. Sheridan Wolfe, a stern German man was sent to recruit the boys as a pair after the Crowne heard of their heroism with a burning building. The information was something that instantly sparked their curiosity upon hearing what they should be expecting, and with the nearest training facility was located in Maine, they were taken out of the small town of Lebanon, New Hampshire.

Several more years passed before the two had to be broken apart for the first time, as Oswin's abilities were decided to be further refined for his promising future within the Establishment. It took encouragement from Ira before he agreed to go, but they kept in contact through letters as much as possible.

Ironically, when Ira left the Crowne for Anna and was taken solely into the ranks of the U.S Air Force, the two men were able to spend more time together as Oswin worked together with his adopted brother when certain missions required it and when Oswin simply made them require it.

After the tragedy, he immediately claimed the devastated Wolfe to save him from the blocks, which barely factored into Ira's fracturing mind. The eldest of the two went to the nearest office of the Crowne, causing a scene in outrage when told there was nothing they were obligated to do about his loss, and Oswin was there to physically restrain him to save him from himself. The final heartache came when there was a mistaken identity, which ended in the Maj. Gen. fatally shooting someone that had no ties to either side.

Colonel Whitemore took Viggo in, treated him like his own son, when the boy's father had to be institutionalized. He felt pangs of guilt for the entire incident, wondering if the Wolfe family was targeted because of their ties to him, but the idea was never given evidence to support its validity.

Both men are still in a platonic claim with each other, and now their relationship is becoming stronger since Ira's mental health has dramatically improved.

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General Audrey Strydom married Colonel Oswin Whitemore years ago, retaining her family name and status in a rebel militia centered in her birthplace of South Africa.

Headstrong and relentless, the recent wife and mother is leagues away from settling comfortably in a suburban lifestyle. The fact was apparent soon after the moment the Crowne agent met her.

Leading an ever-growing and skilled group of female refugees, Audrey’s right-hand woman was the closest and most trusted to her. Oswin, interested in the blonde, attempted to prove he could be of liberal mind by asking if she was seeing anyone, particularly her loyal partner.

She punched him in the face.

“What do you think we do all day? Fok around? Is that all you can think about? Tiets and letties?!”

“No.. I was asking you out.--SUBTLY.”

She pulled back, dumbfounded, looking at him like he had babbled nonsense. Staring at him while his cheek bled, she surveyed him carefully.

“Dof.”

Oswin looked at her incredulously.

“STUPID. It means stu-pid. Subtle is stupid. YOU’RE stupi-”

“Got it. Still bleeding here.”

Audrey’s prickliness eased slightly underneath, crossing her arms before taking a step back. “All right. You know where my tent is? Be there at midnight.”

“Late for dinner.”

“You are the dinner. Get used to taking orders, Colonel. Be out by morning.”

[jennyzbackside]

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Reasons why I love this woman. We're done with another of those events with the champagne and the music, over-the-top brash. We're both tired and fall on the bed. A minute later, she comes over, head on my chest with the rest of her. Relentless is one word that will always come up when describing her, but she has those moments where she's softer. 

"Get your shoes off the sheets."

Then again, even in those softer moments, relentless is always good on her.

[thecountessb]

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"I will fucking stop this car in the middle of the highway, Oswin. Don't think I won't do it."

"Drive."

"And then you can get out, and get stomped on by a sixteen-wheeler."

"Audrey."

"Your funeral would be so... damn patriotic, too," she spoke, dodging several cars in the other lanes, weaving through them like the mad woman that she is. "Not many can get their wings and then lose their limbs in exchange."

"If anything is going to kill me, it'll be you."

"It should be." Her head was held high, that scowl of hers still deeply set and stubborn like the rest of her. Then, out of a fit, she slammed her hand on the horn, barely missing a motorcyclist. "I hate rush hour."

[thecountessb]

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Two of us had been caught on the border of Al Khobar and Dhahran, tossed into the "inquiry" room, and what does she do first?

"I don't like this blue," she said. Hand on her hip and just staring at herself. "I told you not to pick this for me. Not everything needs to match your damn Air Force color scheme. If you like it so much, why don't you wear it next time?"

"I like strapless better."

One day of silent treatment was never so easy to earn.

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The Truth || Oswin / Viggo / Idris || May 28th 10pm

Idris: With the electric kettle on, the water should hopefully be boiling and ready for tea making by the time his guests arrive. The apology shown on the screen sent a sense of foreboding into his mind. In spite of his attempt to justify that he was most likely worrying over nothing, the fact that Viggo had not only evade his questions, but apologize for his arrival with Oswin only served to reinforce that whatever the purpose of the visit, it was a serious one and one that he might not welcome. The past week had left Idris in a state of limbo. While he was relieved and thankful for Kristoff's blessing, Oswin's visit and the impending punishment had left Idris in a state of preoccupation. Hazel eyes flickered to the entrance when the knocks signaled the arrival of his guests. Re-confirming the identities of the individuals outside, the barrier between himself and his guests was removed as Idris opened door. "Hello, gentlemen. Please come in."

Viggo: The current mood of Viggo Wolfe was a peculiar one, but not completely untasted before. He stayed unresponsive towards Oswin, cold and detached, as betrayal continued to ripple through him. Their walk grew quiet with the older man relenting on any attempts to make conversation to ease the situation, for each time the shortest possible answer was shot back. The redhead had known the truth all along, from the very beginning, and he not only withheld it from the dark blond, but lied directly to him when he was confronted. He believed in him, trusted him, and now it was withered in his palms, crippled and dying. As both approached the door, it was Viggo that knocked, sending both of them waiting for the reply that soon was given. Seeing Idris' face was little comfort, knowing his irritation with him before was unjust now, making guilt layered on as his eyes dropped. "Thank you," he spoke before turning to look at Oswin, unmoving until he entered first.

Oswin: He was screwed. Kristoff had taken a great bite out of an opportunity that fell into his lap by letting Viggo Ira see the classified documents. Of course the man wasn't loyal to the Crowne, but he could at least respect his intentions. Sighing, it was no use. He had done this to himself, to Viggo, to Ira, to even Anna and Elijah Wolfe. The German was only doing what was expected of him, but now he was in a scenario he had dreaded from the inception of his adopted nephew's tragedy. The talk with the young man had gone wrong in a million ways, leaving him hollow inside with only the boy's grievances filling him. This couldn't be swept aside so easily, and he was engaging in his repercussions with this walk, knowing his destination and the fate he was to embark on. Still, though, he thought of ways around it, only pausing when Idris Cain answered the door. Oswin's face was relaxed without the mind's cooperation in the feeling, glancing at the blond beside him and his stubborn actions. Taking the hint, he stepped inside. "How are you, Idris? Still well since last we spoke?"