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[Suiteheart]

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The incident with Carolina, Washington, and Bastille had been interesting to say the least. The entire situation had blown up. She could still feel the fallout of those tense moments - the looks that were thrown, the snarky comments, the distant behavior. She had figured it would have corrected itself by now, but God, she was wrong yet again. She needed to talk to one of them about it. She and Bast were still somewhat at odds with one another. She didn't know Carolina well at all. Washington? Well, that was a different story. She knew Washington.

She had made the decision to visit him during the midday hours. She knew it was somewhat of an odd time - and very out of the blue -, but she couldn't help it. She had waited long enough. Her original plan had been to talk with him when the day was just beginning, but he patrolled then, didn't he? He at least wasn't in his room when she had knocked. So she waited. She waited until he returned to the Observatory, until he settled in his room. And then, she moved.

Four knocks. "Hey, Washington?" she called, taking a step back so as not to surprise him if or when he opened the door. "It's Suite. I'd like to talk about some things - if you're free."

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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Everyone calmed down. That's at least what he was telling himself because no one was trying to kill one another. He didn't have to really worry about Carolina anymore as it seemed like she knew about the situation they were in now. They needed to gain the civilians trust if they wanted to gather even more information than they already had. Something that wasn't all too difficult considering that there wasn't a reason for them to be suspicious in asking questions about a place that they obviously didn't know about. It was just protocol that Washington had been following since he had been here, although there was nothing in the handbook that specifically stated on how he should work with this specific situation. Which would have helped a lot if there was such a thing like that that was happening. Washington didn't disagree with anything that Carolina said, but he had to admit that Bastille wasn't acting like a leader in his mind. The other was only thinking of his point of view and not what the Freelancers were going through. Carolina had been right when the other said that his perspective was skewed, and making a situation go out of proportions. It was only because of that fight that he had gone to the medic. He nearly lost it when the medic had got close to him, but he was determined to get out of there without making a scene.

Which he had managed to accomplish as the time went on, and now he was back to his training regimen. At least what was left of it since it had to be changed a little bit with what Carolina had wanted. The smilodon had a lot on his plate, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling that was starting to blossom in his stomach. He didn't know what it was. He didn't have a bad feeling about this place, but there was something else that was making him nervous. Feeling as if he should prepare for something and the scar on the back of his head just seemed to constantly burn over and over again. It was painful, but it was just his imagination with the pain because there wasn't anything actually happening to his scar. Washington had been a little bit testy the past couple of days, but that was because civilians were interrupting him while he was working. He had a strict schedule to follow, and he wasn't the type to just change his schedule for everyone either. He did his morning run, and when Carolina woke up, which he made sure she did because he knew that she would hate sleeping in, Washington would request the orders for the day on what he should do if he had previously finished another direct order.

Which would mean that he would have to have something else to do. Right now, it was more on the civilian side of what his task was. He was working on creating a roster for Carolina to see which of those that lived here that they could trust or were considered to be friendly. Everyone but Bastille was considered a friendly so far in Washington's eyes. He didn't trust the commanding officer anymore, maybe that was because the guy's attitude reminded him a little bit too much like the Director. Someone that he had disdain and hate for just like Carolina did, and someone he wanted to kill. There were only a couple of things that were actually keeping his facade up. If he was human and everyone else was, he would have shot a couple people just because he lost patience with them. Which might have been considered to be a shock toward Carolina and everyone else, but they still knew nothing about them. He was only being compliant for a short time longer, then he wasn't going to hold anything back. The Freelancers were a threat, but that was all because they were corrupted. Misunderstood. But there were some things about their personalities that could be brought back. What he used to be took an entire one-eighty once he woke up in this strange place. He knew that if he had woken up on the MOI he would have received therapy.

He would have been forced to attend that therapy, and it was from there that he could work toward recovery. Washington was fairly certain that there was no such thing as therapy with a bunch of animals, and even if he were to rant and scream at them they would just look at him confused as always. Annoying. But out of the two of them, he needed to remain calm so that he could basically act like Carolina's ambassador. Either way, the female gave him an order and he would follow it usually without question. Questions just wasted their time with the limited amount of time they did have if other Freelancers did arrive. If Agent Texas arrived, he would not only fear for his life but wonder if the civilians would suffer casualties at the same time. Midday was an interesting time for Washington just because of the fact that near the end of midday he did return to his quarters. Quarters that he was currently sharing with Carolina but she was only found in them really at night. The room in itself was basically empty, nothing to decorate the walls with, and instead there just seemed to be a chest in the corner of the room. There was nothing special in it because it was just a bunch of cooked food that was sitting in different bags for him and Carolina. As the former humans were refusing to eat any type of raw meat during their time here.

Washington only ate two meals a day, which seemed just enough to keep his body working. He preferred to eat the likes of jerky instead of the cooked meat, but now that he actually had food he had no reason to be picky. His patrols had been done for the day, having found nothing yet again. Instead of reading like he usually did after the brunt of the day, he was going to go around marking down the names that he knew and where he would categorize the civilian. Washington was due to eat around this time though and his stomach was quick to remind him that he needed to eat. He didn't have any food stored inside of the chest plate of his armor this time so he was going to have to go back to the Bunker, which was where he was currently living. The Freelancer walked through the door to his room, closing the wooden door behind him before heading to the chest that was there. He easily opened it, not bothering to take his armor off. He took out a large bag of venison jerky and made his way to the side of the bed where he would sit himself down. He was about to take his helmet off when he heard a knock at the door. Huh? Carolina wasn't the type to knock, and he doubted that it was Church or Caboose because neither of them knew where he was staying.

Meaning it was a civilian. After the knocks, Washington waited to hear a voice, which was used to his paranoia. Anyone could be behind that door obviously, and until he could confirm who it was he wouldn't open the door. He put the bag of food back down on the ground and moved toward the door. If he had a gun, he would have placed it at head level to the door just in case, but he didn't have that option. A familiar voice rang from behind the door. Oh. It was just Suiteheart. The Freelancer relaxed slightly hearing the female's voice, as she was one of the more positive civilians and one of the more understanding. She was a higher ranked commanding officer. Which meant that he was going to listen to her orders whether his mind wanted to or not. It was an automatic reaction that had been drilled into him by the Director and the UNSC. He used his dark grey paw to open up the door, still in his full armor. His golden gaze regarded the female, and he guessed clearing things up would be a lot better than leaving them out in the blue. "I'm free. I'll try to answer anything you have to ask but there is only so much I can say." Washington wasn't a complete idiot. He knew what this was going to be about. There was only one thing it could be about after all.

He opened the door further to allow Suiteheart entrance to the said room. It would be more private so that he wouldn't have others snooping in what he was going to say anyway. When he realized it was Suiteheart though, since he did have respect for her, Washington went back to his usual soldier body language. Once the domestic cat entered the room, Washington closed the door behind her before coming to sit next to the bed. He didn't have any furniture other than the chest and the bed itself. An empty room that held no warmth in what could be considered a safe space. Washington's safe space was his armor, hence why he didn't take it off. He grabbed the bag of jerky that he had been planning to eat and raised his helmet just over the top of his mouth. Revealing the broken smilodon incisors that he adorned, that few rarely saw, and he tossed a large chunk into his mouth. He was quick to swallow and put his helmet back down across his face. "What do you want to ask?" Washington questioned with curiosity in his tone. There were probably plenty of things, but it was a start. "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:
★ 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