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[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Oh, Sunhaven sounded like a very nice group, at least going by its name. Hearteyes joins her clanmates at the border, hazy eyes going from Jericho to Bridgette, and then back again. What a charming pair. She feels a purr start to rumble in her chest, eyes crinkling into half-moons. "I can't say anything about an alliance, sorry, but um, but that trading thing sounds interesting! What do you guys trade?" Hopefully it's okay for her to ask things like this - she wasn't too sure what the line between a normal member of the clan and someone like Bastilleprisoner was.

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Ah, fuck. That meant that this was Bastille's business, unfortunately. The bengal let out a sigh, and he might look a little bit put-upon for a moment, but then he reminded himself to be polite. Right. It wasn't this Jericho guy's fault that he fucking hated his job, after all. Forcing a more neutral expression, he gave an idle nod and drawled lazily, [b]"Right. I guess being up and coming you wanna get some shit established... Why us? You just looking for allies in any one at the moment, or did you choose us in particular for some reason?" He didn't really care if they weren't special, but he didn't want to end up shacking up with a mutual ally to the Typhoon.

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

Physical injuries were common where he was from. He was the second most likely to get injured during a mission that they went on, just behind Maine who was the muscle of the group. He was used to having his bones broken. Was used to being shot. But there was one thing that always happened, and it was that no matter the injury, the Freelancer always ended up coming back from his injuries. He was basically known for it. Although he was also known for getting a grappling hook attached to his crotch, that was a story that would never be told unless Carolina decided to tell it others that didn't need to know that event. Ever since he had arrived in the outpost that they were in now, he had been informed that there were other outposts that were around them. Considering Typhoon was an enemy, he wasn't going to try and trust other outposts that they came into contact with just to be careful. Maybe it was the overall paranoia that he had with everyone and it was increasingly difficult to try and interact with others, but he was getting better because he had no choice but to try.

Either way, he knew what it was like to have an injury, a disability though was something that he didn't and one that soldiers rarely often got. Half the time they died in the field instead of surviving long enough to deal with the long-lasting effects of their injuries. One of those instances had been during a training session with Texas when York ended up losing his eye in an explosion. It was horrible, and they weren't sure if the other would be able to continue working. The program didn't really give him an option, and he was going to try his damned best to help his family though. Washington was surprised when the other had been there for the Sarcophagus mission and actually managed to do his job. What he knew of York's current status, he wasn't sure after the crash. In his mind, everyone had survived and made their way to this world, but he had yet to see the other and it was fairly concerning. It was rare to see anyone that was blind, and in fact, he wasn't sure if he had ever seen anyone that was blind when he joined the military. A long stretch, but one couldn't get into the military if they couldn't see as it would just be another body piled up during the war.

Washington commonly did border patrols, as there was no reason for him not to, he just ended up doing it alone though. Usually, others would be concerned with the appearance that he did have. That being he had metal armor covering the front portion of his body and that he wore a helmet that hid all of his expressions so no one could see what he really looked like and how he was reacting. That was the point of him constantly wearing his armor though. Washington made his way over as he noticed that there were two cats on the border, but since he wore his helmet, he couldn't smell anything through it. There was no way for him to identify scents, and he didn't bother when he could use his ears and sight. Instead of using the traits of an animal to his advantage, which he constantly refused to believe. The armored Freelancer stopped himself a little bit of a distance from everyone else, although sat slightly behind where Carolina was sitting. She was shorter than him before, but now she was even shorter. He looked at the one that was talking, and the blind cat seemed to be the leader of the group.

Could someone blind lead? In Washington's case, he didn't think that was going to be a good decision to make. All senses needed to be made if they were going to end up going into war. Washington may be skeptical, but again it was none of his business despite the rank that he had in this outpost. Which he didn't even really use all that much anyway. Traders? That could be useful to them if they needed it, and whether or not they had an alliance wasn't his business again. The former human waited for the other to stop speaking before talking again. [b]"What kind of resources do you commonly have to trade and what currency do you ask for them? Do you have any weapons?" The soldier questioned the other. More specifically he was looking for some sort of knife that he could use if he needed to. A magnet was incorporated into his armor so that if he wanted to carry anything that was metal he could carry it on his back. After speaking in the usual deadpanned tone that he used, the armored creature spoke again. "Agent Washington." The smilodon introduced himself. It would be beneficial for the Freelancers to get onto the good side of the traders as it meant that they could get more supplies that they would need in the future.

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Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  KUIPER CORPORAL [HP] | 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 (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