I'LL NEVER BE SOBER — PRIVATE

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another day, another adventure. something like that, right?

the sun was just peeking over the horizon when crownglass happened upon the city of stars, the old crumbling buildings drenched in hues of orange and pink. it was a sight to behold, really. even someone as dimwitted as he could admire the view. he stood in silence for a few moments, watching the colors shift, before finally moving on. he trotted through the broken streets, stepping gingerly over roots of overgrown trees and the rubble littering the ground. the place was eerie in the new light of the morning, silent all for his soft pawsteps on the stone; if it were night, the ruins would have been perfect setting for something straight out of a horror movie.

after some time of wandering, nansen came across a toad sitting beside a broken block of stone, and suddenly, the serenity of the morning was gone. the calico immediately broke into a sprint, pouncing at the place the toad was, just barely missing it as it sprung out of the way. he gave chase, tailing it through the streets with surprising haste. his jaws parted lightly as he went, partly from laughing and part from panting at the exertion. nansen rounded a corner after the toad and skittered forward, only to skid to a stop as the amphibian disappeared into the dark mouth of one of the structures. the tom peered hard into the blackness and frowned. "heeeeey!" he yowled into the entrance, tail lashing in frustration. "no fair! lil shit, this place's scary as hell!"

crownglass stomped a paw and slumped to the ground, yellow eyes glaring into the darkness. a few moments of hard contemplation, and he let out a loud growl-huff, hopping to his feet with a new determination. "i'll get ya." he mumbled and took a slow step inside.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

(Nah buddy the post is great!! Thank you so much for making again!)

Washington didn't take much interest when it came to a lot of things. The Freelancer usually did what was required of him no matter how difficult of a task it would end up being. Washington didn't have time to for funs and games like he had seen others going through. He didn't know why this place was so disorganized all of the time in which no one had orders that were given to them on a daily basis. Which just made it seem like his assumption of them being civilians was actually correct in that regard. He didn't find those that lived here to be all that much of a threat unless they were something like him. A Freelancer. A former human super soldier. Sure, they were never on the level as some of the super soldiers that were in that world, but they had their own amount of skill when it came to combat.

Washington himself specializing in medium ranged combat while someone like Carolina specialized in close combat. Well, maybe not now considering that she was a serval and everything. He actually had to go look in the textbook to figure out what animal species that she was. Washington having never really paid attention in school when they talked about animals because he was usually thinking about something else. Adjusting to the new life was something that was going to take a good amount of time that was for damn sure. He still wasn't used to the way that this place ran itself and the skewed view that they held about them as well. It seemed like they were only capable of thinking so much being animals and such, but as long as they trusted him he didn't really end up caring what they thought of him. If they knew the crimes that he had committed when he was a human, they probably would have kicked him out immediately.

There were very few that actually knew what he was capable of, and he himself was still learning exactly what his body could do. He was used to being an animal after all. Meaning that he wasn't used to being able to use his paws, and since he always wore a helmet he was unable to use his teeth either. Something smilodons were supposedly known for back during the ice age or whenever they existed. Most of the facts that he had learned about reading his species weren't all that important, as he knew that his species was fairly strong. That didn't mean all that much when he had a broken bone though. The former human didn't know how long a broken bone was going to take to heal in a strange world like this one. If he was back on the ship that the project stemmed from, it would probably only take a week to get his bone healed thanks to the technology. He had almost refused treatment for his arm when it did first break, as he didn't believe that their likes of herbs or whatever remedies they had would have any effect on him.

Which ironically, they did at the end. Washington wasn't willing to admit that their amount of painkillers was helping, but it was making it hard to keep his sleep schedule in check. He was constantly working and he was constantly tired. He had to constantly adjust the splint that was around his left arm so that his bone wouldn't heal in an awkward position either. The trait of him bouncing back from injuries though when he was a soldier seemed to pertain to this new life as well. Although, Carolina coming back from the dead certainly disturb him some. Was she immortal like some of the supposed vampires that lived here? The Freelancer wasn't sure and he wasn't going to bother asking his comrade either. She needed space for her new body and he was taking over some of her tasks if he didn't think that she was fit enough to do them. His hallucinations had gotten worse since Agent Texas had arrived, and he was still trying to figuring out how to get his mental health back to the way it had been.

Washington often patrolled the territory during the day. Early morning was the time for him to go on his morning run, but with his broken leg, he could only constitute a strange job. Exercise was exercise, and he would be damned if he was just going to sit around and wait for his leg to heal. It would drive him mad. He went on solo patrols all the time, refusing to let anyone else come with him. The armored smilodon liked to keep to himself and it also meant that he didn't have to worry about anyone sparking questions about his condition. The helmet that he wore completely hiding any facial expressions that he did have to offer, making a barrier between those that he was talking to. Something that he preferred, as he wasn't here to make any sort of friends. He was trying to return to being human, and he would accomplish that mission even if he had to kill those that lived here. The Freelancer walked with an obvious limp as he wasn't putting pressure on his left front leg that had an obvious splint on it. Thousands of scars covered his dark grey body, while the lights on his armor made it somewhat easier to see him coming.

It was while he was walking near the ruins that he heard a voice that wasn't familiar to him. It seemed like there was something happening, he was bound to investigate to make sure that he kept up to speed with everything. Washington walked through the structure that seemed to be a shortcut toward where he had heard the voice. He didn't expect to really come face to face with the domestic cat that he didn't know. His approach wasn't exactly silent though thanks to the metal armor that he did wear and the lights that were on them. He stared down at the domestic cat and looked around wondering if there were others around. He craned his neck to the side until he heard a satisfying pop, something he often did when he got headaches. "What's going on over here?" Washington questioned in the usual deadpanned tone that he usually had. Washington always seemed to hold himself with authority when it came to talking to others. The quizzical expression that he wore hidden by his helmet, as there always seemed to be something new that happened in this place."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