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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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He was a soldier. He wasn't an astronomer. Well, back on the Mother of Invention they did have several classes that they were forced to take. But the majority of that ended up dealing with AI instead of actually what was going on with the war and everything else. The project that he was with had been sponsored by different organizations, one of which just happened to be the government. The project had been said to be created in order to protect the entirety of the human race from extinction from the alien attackers that had started the great war a long time ago. Agent Washington had originally believed that he was going to manage to fight off some aliens, but instead of dealing with an entirely different species, he mostly ended up killing other humans that were going up against their project or having something that they would end up needing. Washington had never held it against himself when he ended up killing those that they ended up attacking. It was all part of the job. That's what he had once told himself over and over again. It was just a job and nothing else. They were the good guys and the ones that they were going against were far from being completely clean of any crimes that they had committed. The Freelancer wasn't the greatest when it came to coming in the ranks of his teammates. Back then, he hadn't really been all that competitive compared to the rest of his team. It was only when they implemented the likes of a leaderboard that everything started to go to shit. Everyone was at each other's throats and those that weren't given AI's were frustrated because they thought that they were being disrespected. Washington had no problem when it came to having a computer program plugged into the likes of his spinal cord. It was what everyone in the program ended up going through, and he couldn't even imagine how many soldiers that Project Freelancer had its disposal. Not to mention the thousands of simulation troopers that were basically their test dummies if they needed to do some regular training. Everyone knew that there was probably something behind the curtains with Project Freelancer. It was difficult to really pinpoint what it was, but the project made sure that there were no loose ends to look into.

It was only when he was scheduled to have a computer put into his head that he realized how WRONG they were. All of them. They weren't the good guys. They were the murderers. He wasn't sure what he was going to go from there. After all, there weren't exactly humans that were around for him to apologize to. There weren't stations that he could talk with and relay messages, and the technology compared to here and where he came from was drastically different. The Soldier wanted to redeem himself to some degree, but in his mind, he had a duty to uphold. He needed to get back to the project and once he gained their trust again he would be able to tear the organization down. But here he was instead. He was sitting inside of the observatory with a book in front of him. A book that was provided by one of the soldiers that lived in this establishment. He needed to gather intel before using the telescope so that he could pinpoint exactly which planet he was on. If one thought that he got to visit Earth anytime he wanted, they were wrong. He would know more about the planets that they had ended up raiding instead of his own planet where Humans have come from. He needed to see what the stars looked like depending on the month, and what planets would be visible based on the strength of the telescope that was in the observatory. Difficult to do when he wasn't great with this kind of this. He felt like this was something more along the range of North or even CT's field. They were smarter than him, as he was the worst of the worst when it came to at least the top eight of those that were in the program. He was a great shot, but he didn't have a gun here now did he? He blinked his eyes as he raised one of his dark grey paws and adjusted his slate grey helmet that was always on his face. Always hiding his facial features. He was currently on the page refreshing on the planets that were currently in the solar system. A lot had changed from what he was able to tell. Agent Washington always seemed to be off on his own. He hadn't been given a reason to trust those that lived in this place. In his condition, they were all potential enemies until he figured out exactly what he could do. The lion-sized Smilodon kept to himself as he read through the pages, not making a sound, absorbing as much information as he could. "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 (#3).
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