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[Zjarr]

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[member=1103]AGENT WASHINGTON[/member]

Zjarr was far past being livid at this point, and he made sure to avoid any interactions that would lead to public dispute. He wanted to say he was finished fighting the uphill battle, but he knew that it was far from complete. Going back to the Ascendants was just the beginning of it. Dealing with those who took his flesh and blood under their wings and redeeming himself as something other than a lowlife, deadbeat dad was going to be the most difficult part of the process. This was likely because he knew that he was nothing more than exactly that—a deadbeat dad. If he was going to be involved in his family, wouldn't he had stayed from birth? Raise Pele and Sylva from children into adolescence and then adulthood? Teach them valuable skills that he had learned and was willing to pass down, maybe even get them into the family business if they were up for it? He had learned that Sylva had disappeared just as Lunafreya did, leaving only Pele taking up residence here. And Pele was rightfully enraged against her absentminded father. He wasn't going to point fingers.

Keeping these interactions fresh in his mind was not going to help Zjarr adjust to life in the Ascendants. He found it painstakingly difficult to do so; it was so much more of a daunting task to settle in and become acquainted with his new groupmates here than ever before. The Thunderlands was easy because he was well respected there, had connections and powerful allies. No need to fret there, he had an okay reputation. The Rift was okay because of Olive's taking up leadership at the time and her personally helping him settle in. The next realm's ThunderClan was a hassle, but that was only due to his frightening amnesia that he struggled with when he first stumbled onto their borders. When he began to overcome his plight, it was smooth sailing, all leading to him securing the throne for some time.

But here, he could remember everything, and he was starting to remember more and more of events that had occurred beyond his feral years. He was aware of being a demon, too damn obvious to ever forget, but just how many life cycles did he fulfill in his time? Anyways, his memory was sharp as ever, though fuzzy on some little details. And that meant that he'd be overcome with guilt, with sorrow, with an unspeakable anger for himself. Taking up residence in this realm meant that he'd have a chance of developing an image, one of an easygoing, businesslike fellow who sold weapons and helped those in need. Instead he went in the complete opposite direction. Here he was in the process of attempting to go back to that desired image, but it would be more difficult than ever to do so.

Nonetheless he still had a business to run, but Zjarr swore to himself that he would conduct its operations from the Ascendants, though those that worked beneath him—surprise surprise, no one—would be free to smith and sell their wares wherever they pleased so long as they were secure and working hard. The cyborg wolf could be found beyond the reaches of the camp, though still remaining well within the confinements of the Ascendants' plain-smothered domain, with a portion of his collection of blades sitting carefully beside him, a whetstone and a container of honing oil before his paws.

Gingerly he had lubricated the stone with the honing oil so to keep the steel shavings from clogging the stone's pores, as well as making it simpler for the blade to pass over the stone itself. The wolf turned his attention to his blades, selecting a dull-looking baselard to begin his work, setting it upon the whetstone at an angle.

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

(Heck nah buddy its perfect!! That muse though!)

Weapons were something that he could work with. Dealing with civilians and others were a bit difficult for Washington to deal with because he was out of practice for a very long time now. The only people that he had ever had to interact with the past couple of years had been the rest of his teammates. And they had certainly been an interesting group to interact with that was for sure, but that didn't mean that they treated each other like people all of the time. They were soldiers and were expected to act like such. Not all that difficult for Washington because he had fought in the Great War for a couple of years before being court-martialled by a higher officer for disobeying a direct order. While at the same time saving the life of his platoon. But it wasn't like the UNSC cared about something like that, and instead, they only cared about having soldiers that would willingly sacrifice their lives, even if their lives would have been sacrificed for nothing. Washington had his mother and sister to go back to, so he wasn't about to just die in a ditch where no one would remember him and all that would have been brought back would have been dog tags.

Washington had done what he believed was right and then he was forced to pay the price. It was because of his time in the military thought that Washington was able to acquire skills that he would then have to use in the future. Skills that helped him even to this day, although it was a little bit awkward to be a soldier in a place that didn't even know what soldiers were. Oh well. There were several different types of weapons that Washington was allowed to use over the years that he had been in the military. Which had been basically his entire life. Washington primary weapon during the Great War had been a Battle Rifle. A gun that had a scope on it and shot a three round burst. It wasn't exactly a sniper rifle but a couple headshots meant that whatever he was shooting usually dropped down to the ground. Except for those that had outer shields, which almost took a full clip to get rid of. There were probably better hard hitting guns, but Washington had been a marksman. Washington then had grenades that he could use during battle as well, constantly carrying two fo them when he went out on missions.

The military was limited in resources, so they couldn't afford to waste their ammunition or their explosives. He was a decent throw when it came to throwing grenades but he wasn't the best. At least he wasn't the type that would end up throwing a grenade and end up hitting his teammates by having it bounce back at them. He had once gotten hold of an alien grenade that was left down on the ground from an alien that he had shot. He took it and turns out those types of grenades were quite effective. As they stuck to anything that they touched, especially flesh. And whatever came into contact with the alien grenade was usually dead in a couple of seconds. Shields or not. During this time Washington wore the usual standard UNSC uniform, sporting bulletproof vest, helmet, and combat boots. The soldier also had regular gear, such as radio, biofoam if he got too hit and a medic couldn't get to him, and extra ammo. He also carried a second weapon, which usually consisted of the most recent pistol that came out of the production line. It was his second to last line of defense if an alien rushed him and he was forced to make a quick decision on what he was going to use to kill it.

His final last line of defense was the large knife that was attached to the small portion of his back. It was large and sharp enough to pierce through armor, and he was fairly skilled with throwing said knives accurately. It took a lot of practice before he was satisfied with how he threw them, and he was average during his time in the UNSC. It was only when he joined Project Freelancer that he got more toys and when he got better at throwing knives themselves. Washington was allowed to have Mark 6 armor, which was a large suit that protected him from several things and even deflected smaller bullets that were shot in his direction. It was also during this time that he was given Freelancer equipment like the rest of his teammates. Attached to his armor was an EMP charge, which allowed him to release an EMP in the field during a battle in a small radius. Because of the small radius, it had a short charge time, but it also meant that he usually had to be in the middle of everything to have it go off. Carolina had her speed boost, North had his bubble shield, Maine had the over shield, York had his healing unit, Texas had her invisibility, Wyoming with his time distortion unit, CT with the after image armor, and he was fairly certain that South didn't have any Freelancer equipment other than her armor. At least what he could remember.

This wasn't the best out of the best, but it fits what he mostly did when it came to battle. He still had his favorite Battle Rifle with him at all times and kept a knife on his back as well. He enjoyed working with knives when he was a human, and since not much had really changed it just meant that he liked knives even today. However, this place didn't exactly seem to have an abundance of knives at the ready for someone to take. He also wasn't sure if anyone was willing to give him a knife after everything that had happened with Carolina. Thanks to the schedule that Agent Washington had himself on though, the Freelancer didn't have all of the time in the world to see every new face that made themselves known. He had work to do after all. He also had to get to training and figure out how to fight in the new body that he had been in. Meaning that Washington didn't know about the arms dealer that had recently come to this place. If he had been there when everything had been down, Washington wouldn't have cared that the father hadn't been around. That wasn't his business after all, and he would probably feel like he was wasting his time rather than yell at the other male.

Washington had no intention of being a father, but he knew that he had been protective over at least his sisters when he was human. Which he wasn't even sure if they were alive anymore. He told himself just to let them go so that he wouldn't have to deal with the grief later on. Besides, Washington barely knew his own father, when his father had died in the War when he was really young. Did he miss his father? No. He didn't miss someone that he basically never knew and only heard stories about. The soldier was the type to quickly move on and not hold any feelings about the events that had happened in his past. That wasn't his job after all. The armored smilodon did his rounds during the afternoon. Probably wasn't the best in the summer heat but he would manage even if it was a bit uncomfortable. During his personal patrols, Washington kept track of his findings if he found anything and those that he encountered as well. The Freelancer had yet to find any sign of Carolina's armor or any sign of another Freelancer having crash-landed nearby. He wasn't about to go out of the Ascendants when he knew all the threats were there and he wasn't up to his fighting strength just yet.

Although his appearance was usually enough to intimidate anyone that he came across anyway. While he was walking along the border of the Ascendant's, the extinct animal saw a figure in the distance. Who was that? Since he wore a helmet on his head, it was almost impossible for him to track anything by scent or to really smell anything thanks to the filter that was attached. Washington didn't recognize who it was, but they obviously weren't a Freelancer. At least he was hoping that they weren't because if they were then it would make his life difficult. Agent Washington didn't vocalize his presence, although the sound of his armor rattling as he walked probably would have been enough to alert the animal that he was approaching. It was a wolf. Or what looked like a wolf. It had metal parts that had replaced the original flesh parts. It reminded him of the mission that they took against the insurrectionists in which one of them had a robotic arm.

The signs of robotics weren't strange to Washington. Everything else about this place was confusing to him though. Washington came to a stop five feet away from the lupine. His eyes looking at all the different types of knives that he had around him. "Those are some nice qualities knives you have there." With the way the Freelancer was speaking it was obvious that he was wanting one. Washington would like an extra round of defense that he was used to using. Were they even for sale though or was this some guy's hobby? "Any chance I could procure one?" The soldier questioned. If the other wasn't going to give him a knife, he could think of something else or just threaten the smaller male. He went through all the different potential options in his head as he waited for the other's response. "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