NEW RECRUIT// OPEN + JOINING

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Getting sprayed by water had really pissed me off, and I glared in Bastille's direction before snapping, "Knock it off with your stupid water shit! You moron- I'm trying to help, no thanks to you!" Yeah, I honestly hadn't thought about what I said before saying it but at this point in time it didn't matter.

"CAROLINA!" I roared furiously, chasing after her as she gave another go at Texas. Boy was I tired of everyone's shit here. I needed tea with Cooper after this.

My strong reptilian legs carried me at great speeds, reaching the lioness rather swiftly. In an effort to stop the attack, I placed myself in front of Texas, or at least a few feet away, and reared up my hind legs. This was going to suck ass.

As soon as Carolina came into range, I kicked upwards, making contact with the lioness's lower jaw, and quickly stood back on my feet before giving a well-calculated blow to the Freelancer's head, knocking her unconscious for the time being.

I was a little more than shocked by my abilities now, but Bast was probably really pissed at me now.

"Honestly, what the fuck?" I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. There were so many things I didn't know about. Maybe I could speak with Agent Texas about what the hell happened between the three of them for Carolina and Washington to lose their minds? This was getting a bit much.

I stepped back, unwilling to do any harm. My goal was only to knock her out. That was the plan, and I was still blazing in fury that the Astral Seraph had the nerve to interrupt me while trying to accomplish such a feat. Regardless, I stood fuming, but in silence.

//shoot- i forgot Carolina was a leopard whoops. Disregard the whole lioness thing describing her. xD

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

*sorry this will be short due to time constraints*

Washington no longer had the mind capacity to do anything but suffer. He always tried to fight the episodes that he was going through, and yet there would never be anything that he would be capable of doing either. The Freelancer hated showing weakness and would do anything to cover it. There had been instances where Washington had a high pain tolerance, which was usually thanks to the way biofoam was injected where he was from, and also the number of times that he had gotten injured over the years. Washington was probably the second one of the Freelancers likely to be injured during a mission just because of how clumsy he was. He also wasn't the best of the best so there were plenty of instances where he could do better but wasn't good enough. Getting himself injured in the process. Usually, it just ended up with him getting shot, or even grazed by a bullet. Being shot multiple times definitely wasn't the greatest feeling in the world.

Washington would rather avoid the likes of getting shot in the first place, but there was only so much he was capable of doing anyway. He was the jack of all trades in the program, but he was the average out of everyone that was in the project. He could never compete with the likes of Texas or Carolina unless he planned something out ahead of time. Even then he was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to beat them in their prime. He would have to actually work to be able to beat the likes of them in a fight. The pilot that they had during the project had been an interesting character in that she didn't deal with the Freelancers like they were above her, instead, they treated them like clients. Which probably helped both parties because they didn't deal with any of their shit and the pilot respected the skills Freelancers had while the Freelancers did the same. There had been times where the pilot would end up coming up to him with concern on her face and she would tell him that he was wounded.

He would have no idea that he was actually bleeding from a bullet wound until someone pointed it out or when he was taking his armor off as they required him to check the rest of his body. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug. It could get anyone threw anything if they had enough of it, and having medics with it on standby was certainly helpful right before a surgery. After time progressed, Washington got used to the aspect of having bullets removed from his body. It wasn't a painful procedure if they numbed the surrounding area, but it was if they had run out of the stuff and would dig into his flesh with tugs to fish out the bullet. Freelancers were stubborn and selfish. Most of them had an ego that only allowed them to care about themselves up to a point. Even if they cared about one another during a mission, they wouldn't outright abandon each other if one of them got injured. They weren't that heartless, but they could be cold to those that weren't used to that kind of aspect of life either.

Probably one of the many reasons why they didn't get along with the inside of the Ascendants either. Washington knew that he didn't belong in a place like this, and it was difficult. He didn't want to be accepted into a place like this, as he knew that he would never see this place again once he became human again. They were outcasts, and that was how the Ascendants wanted to keep them that way. Except for a handful of a few that were willing to try and keep them calm as they adjusted to their new life. Something Washington was going to struggle with for several months and probably never gets over it either. Either way, he knew when he was outmatched. Once he realized that he wouldn't be able to make it through his episode, he simply let the pain take him. The emotional pain that was transferred to feeling physical pain. He didn't know the fighting that was going on. He didn't know that Imperia was next to him. His grip on reality has gone completely. There would be no way for him to return back to his regular mental state unless drastic action was taken. The drastic action that probably wouldn't be capable of being used against the likes of the smilodon unless they wanted to take off his helmet.

Washington didn't even hear the words from the lion telling him to get up or the words that were spoken by Playerone. Groans would escape his jaws as his one uninjured armed was stretched out in front of him. As if he was trying to grab something as his claws dug into the earth. His jaw went slack in his helmet. Washington continued to hyperventilate. His chest feeling as if it was going to explode, the pressure and heat that was building almost to the point where he started to claw at the chest piece that was attached to him. The armor's weight wasn't exactly helping him either, but for someone to lift the pieces of armor that weighed around one hundred pounds each was near impossible for those that were around at least. The Freelancer continued to make gasping sounds along with the words that he was trying to choke out at the same time.

It was near impossible for anyone to understand what he was saying unless they were paying close attention to his words. Soon his breathing became short and loud, and black dots began to dot his vision as he started to run out of oxygen that was going to his brain. He couldn't breathe. He was drowning. Was he going to die? Epsilon's voice echoing in his mind somewhere in the back depths of his brain. He couldn't answer back. Where was he? Is someone killing him? Who is responsible? Do many words and questions form in his head and his body doesn't react accordingly. Almost in an instant, his body goes slack and stop moving. He blacks out completely, his claws now sheathed and his body not moving for second seconds before his breathing picks up back again. The carbon dioxide having increased in his bloodstream due to the lack of oxygen, restricting said oxygen from the brain. Washington wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, and he wasn't going to feel better when he did wake up. "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