ANIMAL INSTINCTS -- O, CHASING TAIL

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Maybe he had trust issues. But he had plenty of reasons to have trust issues because he had learned that everything that he had dedicated his life to was nothing but a myth. That they didn't turn out to be the good guys by the end of what they were doing, and just the simple thought was enough to piss him off to no end. Hell, he had believed everything that the damned Director had told him and growing up in the military that one knew how to really question a superior officer. That was just asking them to get themselves in trouble by doing something like that. Hence why he wasn't spilling his life story to the lifeforms that did live on this planet. He wasn't prepared to deal with that yet, and especially since he knew exactly what he was going to have to do for data controller if they finally did leave. Hence the reason why he wasn't bothering to try and become close to any of those that were willing to give him any sort of information that was around.

He did appreciate what they were doing for him, but if they outlived their usefulness and knew too much of already what was going on with them, then he would have no choice to get rid of them. He wasn't the type to show any sort of mercy when it came to going up against those that he deemed to be a threat. Which had been exactly what he had been when he was under Project Freelancer. He was a gun for hire, not exactly a mercenary, but even worse than one. If one thought a mercenary was bad, Freelancer's were worse with all the different things that they had been through. Besides, they were known to kill Simulation troopers like Church and Caboose when they were given the okay. After all, said soldiers were expendable as they were usually the dropouts and those that wouldn't be missed by their families. They were sent off to remote locations to run 'drills' that were created just for the Freelancers themselves as means of target practice. But instead target practice against those that were the same raise but were still capable of firing back at the Freelancer.

Sending one down there though meant that there were no means of concern for the Freelancer, as it would just mean that the Simulation troopers wouldn't always be accounted for, and that was fine to them. Right now, Wash could care less for the likes of a simulation trooper. Having been ordered to strictly listen to orders, and after what had happened to him in the UNSC for being court-martialed, he wasn't about to disobey orders again. Having learned his lesson. He expected the soldier in front of him to do exactly that. He had expected the other to simply follow his orders because they weren't exactly hard to follow. He wasn't exactly putting his foot down on their throat with every task that they gave them. But it still seemed like Church didn't understand the severity of the issue at hand. There was obviously no way for them to communicate with the current helmets that they had because there was no power source to them.

His suit was slightly powered mostly because of the fact that he had elemental electricity, which he didn't know about. In his mind, his suit was only partially powered because he had a more complete set of armor compared to the two dogs that only had their helmets left. Maybe he could fix a power source to the back of the helmet but even then he wasn't sure how big the communication would be unless they were able to access the likes of a communication relay somehow or somewhere. Which was basically impossible with the location that they were at right now. However, when Church begins to speak, Washington's head snaps in the simulation troopers direction. Fury bubbling through the entirety of his body. That asshole! "Church!" Washington would snarl in the other's direction obviously pissed about what the other had just done. And of course, it wasn't going to be left without any sort of punishment. The Freelancer opened his mouth again to speak directly toward the canine, before Bastilleprisoner made his way over, stopping him. The other obviously had dealt with military personnel before, which probably made everything easier. "Which means you understand why we have to be so." Agent Washington stated in a tense tone as he watched the other.

The commanding officer didn't even seem to remotely care about the secrecy that he had going, and that was good news at least, and the other was still going to offer to help them. "Exactly what I had inferred. A fairly easy task." Washington would say the poison-filled words directed toward Church as the other wasn't capable of doing such a simple task without doing something else. Distractions were a good way to get killed. Now that he was done addressing Bastille, the armored smilodon turned his attention toward Church. He began to walk his way over, and it seemed like every step he took toward the simulation trooper, something about the atmosphere seemed to change drastically. The temperature of the air around them seemed to drop a significant amount, making the summer heat suddenly cold in a small radius around the group. The air also became charged with electricity, and sparks of electricity even began to flicker off of the Freelancer's armor. Agent Washington knew better than the kill the likes of a soldier in front of everyone, but talking to him in private?

That was obviously allowed. With his claws unsheathed, he stopped directly in front of the much smaller male, basically towering over him. Considering how close he was, some sparks of electricity that were coming off of his body could potentially give a small shock to certain areas of the border collie. "Church. I will have a word with you in private. Right now." There was no means to refuse this command. It was set in stone as soon as he said it, and it was obviously said with a guttural growl to his tone. The Freelancer knew that he could easily kill the simulation trooper, and he was pretty sure that Church knew that based on his experience he had with Agent Texas. Not saying else to anyone else, the armored smilodon began to walk off in the distance heading further toward the border of the territory where there would be fewer ears to hear on their conversation. He didn't even bother to look behind him to see if Church was following him. If he didn't, well then beating the crap out of him to show him an example could be used if he really needed it too. This mission was life or death. It seemed like Church needed a small refresher.

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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:
★ 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"]Suiteheart nodded to Roy in greeting, listening as he echoed her inquiry. It seemed she wasn't the only one curious about whatever the hell the former soldiers were after. She flickered her eyes back towards Washington as he addressed both she and Roy, and she hummed a bit, under her breath? Confidential? Well, her nosy ass was going to get to the bottom of it if it was the fucking death of her. Curiosity always killed the cat, didn't it?

Baby blues found Church's within an instant of his snort, and without meaning to, a smirk spread across her maw. She liked him. He had some spunk about him, and that was always something she could get behind. What she did not expect, however, was his spilling their so-called "confidential" information. So, they were searching for their friends? Suite was smarter than she thought. She was about to speak when Bastilleprisoner arrived.

Just like with Roy, she nodded her head in greeting, falling silent as he spoke. Once he had finished, she nodded again. "Bast's right. Odds are, they're around here somewhere. We'll be having a few events with other groups coming up soon, too, so I'm sure you'll get the chance to look for your friends the-"

Suiteheart closed her maw as Washington began to rage. The air around her manifested into something too cold for a summer's day, and she found herself fighting a chill. The space that contained the small group was charged with electricity; the Ecliptic Admiral could feel it swirling around her, charging herself up. Great, she thought, her souls were about to go haywire from all the excess power. However, before she even had time to address that, Washington was demanding to speak with Church in private, with claws unsheathed.

"Hold on just a minute," the feline interrupted rising to stand between Church and the larger form of Washington. Her voice remained cool and even despite the rising tensions. "Washington, you can put your claws away. I understand that you're mad at Church, but take it easy. You're both a part of our group now, and we don't attack each other. Got it?" Her question wasn't harsh or demanding. It was simply put. There was no need to make this situation any more volatile.