live fast, die young [joining] bad girls do it well

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*retro to injuries*

There were few places in the Ascendants territory that Washington could even consider to be that of a view. He wasn't a huge fan of the plains, as there was no place for strategic cover if one was attacked. The waterfall that was in the territory created a decent view along with the lake that they had as well. It was shallow and some nice colors were reflected off of the top of the water. Washington didn't care about how nice something looked, having dealt with the dirtiest of barracks and trenches that he could fit himself into in the early stages of his military career. He wasn't picky. He got what he got and ran with it, even if it was a little inconvenient. It didn't matter to him though because he had a mission and he was going to go through with it whether those that lived in this place liked it or not. He had to get all of them out of here and now. Washington was one of the more strange looking creatures that lived in this place. He sported armor that spread across the front part of his body but didn't cover his back half. Which was fine with Washington because he at least had his armor that he was used to dealing with when he was a human anyway. The Freelancer was also the size of a lion, but in the weight class of a tiger, or even more than that as his armor added on to his overall weight. Washington was one of the larger animals that lived in this place, not going the animals that were the size of a scorpion tank, but just one of the larger regular looking animals. If something wearing a helmet could even be considered normal in a strange place like this.

He did his daily patrols like he scheduled himself to do, alone, because he didn't like working with others. It wasn't hard to hear his form coming thanks to the metal sounds that came off of his armor, the lights on each of his arms making it easier to spot him no matter what time of day it was. He had come across two animals, Gabe and Suite. Looking at something down onto the ground. He made his way over and had to get closer than he usually did to be able to see what they were looking at. "A... talking ferret." He had yet to see anything this small actually be able to talk. He still had the human mindset that there was a size limit that a sentient creature could end up being. Half of what he said was basically under his breath in his helmet, but one could still catch what he said. He craned his neck to the side until he heard a pop. He had a headache again. The other was asking for acceptance into this place. It seemed like everyone was, and Washington was fine with that since it was really none of his business. The soldier could care less about those that joined unless they wanted him for something, which they often didn't. He flicked his shortened tail behind him before speaking again. "Agent Washington. This outpost accepts refugees and those looking for shelter at no cost except for occasional manual labor as payment once you are settled in." What he said was probably more complicated than it needed to me, and the entirety was in a calm deadpanned, military tone. He never seemed to stop acting like a soldier since he arrived here. The visor of his helmet hiding exactly what he looked like behind it. "speech"

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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

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VERSAILLESPALACE

"That's a little unfair to the grass, they probably get more action than you," comes the deadpan response of the blue-and-gold domestic, padding over with such a look of nothingness on her face that it's almost comedic - wait, did she just tell a joke? If she did, she doesn't exactly let it show - her features don't crack save a curious once-over and a wandering gaze sweeping across everybody else, almost like she's taking a headcount (what she's actually doing, she's not really inclined to say). Versailles does think that it's interesting the way Sombra invites herself over - hadn't she done almost the same thing in her joining? The she-cat can specifically remember walking away from her own welcoming committee, actually. She wonders if they still hold some sort of grudge against her. Would she care? Probably not. The bridge of her muzzle crinkles, thinking back at Sombra and Gabriel's response, then adds, "As long as you don't 'smash' in other people's rooms, you should be good - though I have a feeling that 'good' isn't exactly up your alley. Don't particularly care, though. Go ahead and invite yourself over."

TAGS • PLAYLIST • MOODBOARD • PENNED BY LEXASPERATED

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