SARCOPHAGUS | {OPEN, SMALL EXPLOSION}

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Aliens were a more likely answer than the ones that he was coming up with at the moment. The Freelancer had gone to different planets and had memorized during his training the different types of enemies that they would end up coming across in the means of protecting humanity. He believed that they were the good guys and that they were doing the right thing on the factor that they were there as soldiers. The military wasn't exactly fair but that wasn't what mattered to him either. He couldn't remember how many missions that dealt with other life forms, which was barely anything. If anything they were basically the muscle that was sent in when something didn't end up going their way. They killed more humans than they did aliens, but they weren't really informed on what was happening when it came to the great war anyway. If they started to try and dig for information, it would mean for punishment, and when it came to the program, doing too much of what one shouldn't do meant that they could be killed without anyone knowing about it. No one would miss them. They were just soldiers. They were just going to end up being the failures. In his world, there were different planets, there were spaceships that they used to go from each planet to the other. Basically, the human race had armed themselves to the teeth as means of an army to combatant those that wanted their species to go extinct. War was basically their currency. Those that were born during the later generations of the human race were stuck with the idea that they were going to be forced into the war, or fear for their lives thinking that they wouldn't manage to make it through. Washington had been one of those trouble children when he was younger. Having fits of anger when it came to bullies, to the point of where he smashed someone's face in when he was younger. He was different during his time as a freelancer. He was carefree because he was there to help the human race. It wasn't until Episolon was in his head that he realized that they weren't really the good guys anymore. At least the Director wasn't, and the entire program had been because of one person. He still couldn't wrap his head around something like that, and it was basically painful for him to try and dig for the memories that he was trying so damn hard to hide from everyone. Compared to the clans, someone turning into an animal wasn't a regular issue. Someone dying from being teleported into the blackness of space would be more realistic than this. It was hard to say even if he was in the same universe as he thought he was. The Freelancer, well, was he even one of those anymore?

He never told anyone about what he knew, especially the Counselor, as they would have killed him for what he knew. Agent Washington wonders how long it was going to take for a headache that he was feeling to end up going away. He was just confused. Maybe he fell into a coma when they crashed. That was another likely answer to what was happening. The armored smilodon lifted his head to look at the next voice that he was hearing. It was a little bit faint thanks to the Mark 6 helmet that he wore on his face. His eyes hidden by his golden visor looked at the smaller creature that was a small distance from him. Washington shifting his paws as if getting used the incredibly odd feeling while the other explained to him what was going on. A chill ran up his spine at the other's statement. He wasn't dreaming. This was happening, and from the sound of the other's tone, it sounded like it happened quite often. He needed to get caught up to speed because he had so many questions that were going unanswered. The Smilodon smothered the shock that was spreading through his body before speaking. "Are you saying that this actually happens often?" Agent Washington would question in a slightly surprised tone toward the smaller animal. However, as the other continued to speak, the Freelancer wasn't exactly sure he liked the way the other was talking to him. The other had said that this creature was Bastilleprisoner. The 'prisoner' suffix of the other's name making it almost seem like he shouldn't trust the other. His gaze finally began to travel and he realized that he was indeed in a crater from the looks of it. Had he fallen? But from where? He looked up toward the sky, before he noticed something off in the distance. It was... an observatory. Albeit outdated. At least to the ones that he was used to looking through. He didn't know a lot when it came to astrology, but if he could find planets it means that he could probably identify which planet that he was on. Hope bubbled up into his chest. "I need access to your observatory. I can possibly find out where exactly I'm at by using it." The Freelancer spoke in a calm tone. But it also sounded like he wasn't going to take no for an answer. With the fear of what had just happened to him, adrenaline had started to pump through his body. The Smilodon would probably end up passing out before he even got the observatory."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