Careful of the sky (p, washington)

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[member=1103]AGENT WASHINGTON[/member]
"Hey, mister." Thea could be found trailing lazily after the much-larger feline, bubbly as always, and easily keeping up due to Agent Washington's injury. "Mister."

It was safe to say Thea admired the agents, mostly due to their fighting skills and strength they possessed. That was something she respected, and while usually, it didn't mean much, it meant she was willing to listen, to follow their orders if she knew they could kick her ass to next week. Of course, that didn't mean she wouldn't pester them, if it meant a chance to be taught.

It was only natural, with the way Thea had been raised. To believe the strong would survive, and that death didn't matter, as long as you won. Not how reality worked, but this made her strong. The only issue was, that this view on the world was as fragile as cracked glass, and it just take one good hit to have everything in Thea's life come crumbling down. And of course, the one who had ingrained this into her head ever since she could understand words had ended up paying the price for it.

When she finally caught his attention, she would chirp, "Teach me something, please!" All happiness and smiles, at least, that was the vibe she mostly gave off. Of course, now and then, she would say something unsettling, but it was usually brushed off by the others.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

There were few animals in this place that were willing to be around the likes of him. Or even really want to speak with him. He was glad that he gave off the vibe that was telling others to stay away from him. The last thing he needed was someone talking his ear off while he was so desperately trying to get his leg to heal quicker. He wasn't used to having broken bones that took so long for them to heal, as when he lived in a place with advanced technology it meant he had little to worry about when it came to injuries. Biofoam was a genius invention, and he wasn't even sure who had even made the stuff. It had saved his life countless times by plugging up his wounds, but it certainly wasn't exactly the best experience and it was probably one of the more painful experiences that he had gone through. Either way, he didn't like being around other people and seemed to keep to himself.

Before the crash of the ship that he had considered to be his home, Washington interacted with others just like himself constantly. He was social. He had fun cracking jokes with the other Freelancers and were actually gullible about everything that they were saying to him. Washington found it something that he could relax and be himself though. They were a family. Until the Director had to rip them all apart and now they were trying to kill each other. Agent Texas was here and was probably going to make matters a whole lot worse. He was trying to avoid her just as much as everyone else so that he didn't go into another episode again. The health that he had built up before Texas arrived had almost been foolproof. He didn't have to worry about going into an episode random after that. But now? Everything was back to square one and he was impatient because he wasn't making fast enough progress to help him out anymore. It was frustrating, and he was too stubborn to go around asking others for help. He didn't trust these animals though.

Because they were just that. Animals. He was a human, just in a different body in the meantime. He wasn't about to start giving away his problems to someone who wouldn't end up understanding them. Being a soldier meant that they were forced to hide their weaknesses, or they would be kicked out. There was no room for those that couldn't fight anymore. He was always hiding how much pain he was in and he knew that Carolina was exactly the same too. They were Freelancers, he knew the mannerisms that they would carry with themselves. Too much had happened recently for Washington's mind to comprehend and he was still trying to get over it all. His broken arm was limiting the amount of work that he could do. He was working on upgrading his helmet so that he would be able to unlock some of the features that had seemingly stopped working for some reason.

He couldn't do that now with only one arm, and there was no way in hell he was about to let other see him with his helmet off either. There were plenty of reasons why he never really took his armor off, the only ones seeing him without his armor but still have his helmet on would be Carolina and Imperia. They had just happened upon him and both him and Carolina share a room together. It was meant for security why they did, as they weren't about to let some animals get the better of them if they tried to kill them in their sleep. Washington was a light sleeper, as well as any Freelancer. They had to be now, and he became a light sleeper during his first couple of years in the military. They weren't easy, but working with only two hours of sleep a day meant that he was awake more than he was asleep. Leaving barely any windows available to try and talk to him or even get in contact with him unless it fits into his schedule. That was one thing that he was able to get to work, was the calendar function of his helmet.

Displaying a small image on the front of his visor inside of his helmet when he pressed a button on the side of his helmet. There it would have a list of different things that he planned on doing, but he needed to plug his helmet into one of the machines that the Ascendants had in the observatory to do something like that. USB cords during this time frame still seemed to work. Now he just needed to get the radio and bioscan to work in the future. His days were usually filled with strange events that he didn't fully understand, and one of those being why he didn't know why the leopard was following him around. If he wasn't injured, he probably would have managed to lose the small kid. But since he could barely walk on three legs still, that wasn't happening. The former human had been trying his best to just ignore her, but he knew that was only going to get him so far before he would end up snapping. She was young, but it was obvious that she enjoyed fighting from the few interactions he had with her. The Freelancer was against killing children, but teaching them a hard lesson? He was all for it. His ears were pinned inside of his helmet and a low growl began to bubble in his throat.

Washington had already told Thea to leave him alone, and she continued to seem to ignore any order that she gave her. Maybe this was why the Ascendants weren't remotely that organized anymore. He lashed his shortened tail behind him as he finally did turn his helmet covered head slightly toward her direction. She immediately caught onto the fact that he was actually looking at her and spoke up again. This time Washington stopped and his claws flexed into the ground, at least from one of his arms as his left arm was still in the air. "Leave me alone already! I'm not going to teach you anything. Besides I'd just be wasting my time." Washington's voice was filled with frustration and annoyance. He had a headache now. Causing him to crane his neck to the right slightly until he heard a pop. He didn't see a point in trying to teach any of these animals how to fight. If someone wanted to learn something it would be best to go to Carolina. Although he guessed coming to him would make them less likely to die from the female if she got upset with them. Besides, he barely knew how to fight in his current body, as the Meta had proved to be correct when he had barely managed to escape the others arms before he could snap his neck. That moment still with him about he could have died at that moment. After shouting at the female, the Freelancer would continue walking along the border as he did his patrols. The hackles were seen on the back of his neck bristling slightly as he was losing more and more patience by the second. "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

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"No you wouldn't!" She chirped. If she noticed the warning signs that he was not happy, and about to hand her ass to her, she didn't give any indication. Thea tended to ignore stuff like that.

Sure, they were animals, some feral, some about as intelligent as humans. So Thea probably wouldn't understand if that was the reason to feel that the rest of the Ascendents were inferior, if some were just as intelligent, if not more, than former humans. Species tended not to matter here when it came to how intelligent one was. If anything, it would seem there were less limits in this world, than Washington's. So why limit yourself like that, if you didn't have to?

"You're not gonna be able to fight, right? After that white hellhound kicked your ass?" Probably hitting a sore spot there.

She had slowly but surely been picking up words from Suiteheart, who tended to swear. The Fireball had learned quite a lot, even if most of it wasn't stuff she was interested in, it still didn't hurt to store it away.

For now, she dared to prod one of Washington's uninjured legs, jumping back in case of retaliation, a smile on her face. "Please? One thing. I don't care what it is. I just wanna be strong. Like you! And Agent Carolina!"

She was determined, but another reason behind this was these were one of the few people she'd respect, which was often crucial when it came to her cooperation. If somebody she viewed as weak told her to do something, she'd brush them off.