GOLD LEAF ACROSS YOUR LIPS | OPEN, APOLOGY

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

He didn't around often enough to recognize everyone by the fact that they had. After seeing domestic cat after domestic cat it was a little bit easy for everyone's appearance to melt into one of each other. It was a lot easier to tell who everyone was in Project Freelancer because everyone had their own different colored armor. The armor that he wore now had been the armor that had been exactly like what he used to wear during his time in the Project. Carolina didn't have her armor like he would have thought the Freelancer would have, and instead she was just a regular leopard. Hence why he hadn't managed to recognize her immediately. It was easier to tell the difference between a human face because everyone was basically different in that regard. Washington was so used to telling his teammates by the armor that they wore that it had almost become a habit. It wasn't hard for him to really memorize something, as he wasn't a complete idiot, it was just going to take him a little bit of time was all. Washington still remembered the armor that the Twins wore, York, Maine, all of them. Everyone had different colors, and his armor color had been fairly plain compared to the rest. Dark, but the bright yellow portions of his armor probably gave his position away if he was trying to hide somewhere.

There was also a bright stripe that ran down the front of his helmet, which wouldn't have helped either if he was trying to get a good shot at someone with his battle rifle. Either way, it was going to take time for Washington to memorize everyone's name. But it was going to be his job to do just that in order to help his teammates. Carolina didn't know everyone's names after all, and he knew that it would be better for him to gather the information as she wouldn't want to interact with any of the civilians. Something he wished he could say because he didn't exactly like walking around talking to everyone when he could be doing something else. A job was a job though and he wasn't one to like a failure. He was following the simple procedure, even if the procedure he was given wasn't made specifically for this situation. It was close enough to Washington. As the Freelancer listened to what the female had to said about those that were gathering around her, Washington was finding himself more lost as he went on. She hadn't been around but she also had? How did that work? Unless holograms were available here then he was pretty sure no one could be in two places at once. Washington didn't make any attempt to interrupt anything that the female had to see, as it was obvious that a lot of her teammates cared about her well being at whatever had happened to her.

From her physical appearance though, there didn't seem to be any sort of physical injury on her body. So was it something else? Washington just confused himself even more as question after question started to pop up into his head as he tried to figure everything out by answering them himself instead of asking them out loud. Finally, the female turned toward him and introduced herself. She waited to be done before saying something else. Wait. Suiteheart's wife? Could animal's have wives? Or was that the same thing as mates? He didn't know enough animals for this kind of stuff so he wasn't even really going to think about it. He was just going to pretend like he understood what that meant in the likes of an animal's term. He gave a curt nod of his head toward the female, not sure if she was one of the more higher ranked animals that lived here. As he would address both Suiteheart and Bastille specifically when they often were around. "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself curtly as he usually did. The name in itself was strange since it was indeed after a state, but no one here knew what the states were so he didn't really have to explain himself from there. Then she talked about how she had swapped places. He had heard of different mental disorders that soldiers got when they were allowed to go back to civilian life. That meant multiple personality disorder was somewhat common thanks to the trauma every soldier went through.

Washington was even sure himself that he would never be able to adjust to civilian life. It was too... simple. "So like multiple personalities?" Washington would question, just to clarify. He had no intent on being rude, as he was again just gathering intel and what he should look out for. Now that he was looking at the feline more calmly, he realized that she certainly sounded different compared to the other times that he had seen her around. The Freelancer listened to what she had to say after that, and still didn't quite understand what she was talking about. Vampirism? That wasn't a thing, right? That was something that was a myth. He knew about vampire bites and animals that survived off of the blood of others but those were aliens. They weren't cats. This was obviously a serious moment for everyone that was around here, so for once he decided to keep his mouth shut. Maybe he was too tired to ruin a moment like this, which he definitely was. His ears moved inside of his helmet as she waited for her to be done, and she was apologizing to everyone on her own power. The smilodon would shuffle his paws a little bit as he wasn't sure how to accept that. After all, she hadn't done anything to him that would have made him upset. "Uhh, apology accepted?" It was phrased like a question, and he wasn't quite sure as he didn't know the female at all. Was an apology due? Obviously, no one that was approaching her seemed to hate her for whatever she had done. Either way, when he hadn't decided to question what vampirism was, he still managed to probably ruin the mood of the entire scenario. Oh well, he won some and lost some. "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:
★ 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