LONG SHOT ♡ intruder / joining

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Worse case scenario wasn't something that was really dealt with all that often. Sure failing missions could be considered the worst case scenario, but back in the day in his mind, having someone killed was the worst case scenario. There were several instances where one would end up getting killed because of either equipment malfunction or something else. Losing a soldier wasn't that big of an issue unless they were an asset. They were cannon fodder when it came to the aspects of war. There would always be someone else that would be willing to fill their shoes. That didn't mean it felt any better just to be manipulated all the time. In fact, it was infuriating when Washington finally learned the truth. Part of him wondered what it would be like for him to be as naive as he once was. That he was the good guy that was taking care of the enemies that were going to end up with the extinction of humanity. That's what every soldier wanted right? To do good. And yet here he was. He hadn't had any time to use the telescope that was in the territory, but there was something else he wanted to do first. He wanted to make sure that he had at least his bearings on where he was. The Freelancer needed to establish some sort of perimeter. Just because the animals that lived here were willing to let him in without question, he appreciated to some degree. But that didn't mean the soldier was just going to spill everything to them while he was around. He didn't trust them. He didn't trust anyone. If a Freelancer suffered the same fate and was to find him as well, Agent Washington would be quick to threaten their life for information. The memories that he had wouldn't help him here unless there were other former humans around that he could talk to. Where were all the humans in the first place? The observatory had obviously been abandoned before being picked up by the animals that currently live here. So, humans still existed on this world? If this was even earth or was some other planet.

He hadn't seen anything alien, other than what he considered to be aliens in the form of talking animals. But he was somewhat passed that now even if it was strange for him to consider. The dark slate grey smilodon was walking near the edges of the territory to get an idea of just how big it was. He did ask an NPC a couple of questions because he didn't have the capability of taking care of scents when he wore his Mark 6 helmet. The extinct wildcat needed to make sure that he didn't overstep his bounds just yet, as he didn't know what this world consisted of either. If he just had his rifle this would make everything so much easier. Occasionally while walking around memories would form into his head, causing him to have a headache. He hadn't slept since he arrived in this place, and he was fine with that. The large male was covered in the likes of body armor on the front half of him. He wore a helmet, a chest plate, and armor across his arms. It had helped when he fell from the sky. Which didn't sound accurate but others had said otherwise when they literally told him they saw him fall from the sky. The Freelancer then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He noticed something shiny. The lion-sized animal stopped in his tracks and turned his head. The lights in his helmet illuminating his face, but not showing anything behind his golden visor. Agent Washington came to stand up on a hill and looked down from where he saw what was shining. There was.... another animal. He knew what a dog looked like, despite being more of a cat person when he was, well, a person. He stayed there for a couple of seconds before he was able to figure out what was causing the shining. It was a helmet. A Mark 5. Meaning it was an outdated helmet. But, it was armor from the UNSC anyway. That meant that the other either was from where he came from. Or. He had found it somewhere. "You there!" Washington shouted in a commanding voice as he trotted down the hill and made his way over toward the golden retriever, easily towering over the canine. He kept at least five feet of distance between him and the other male. "Where did you find that helmet?" Washington asked, his voice slightly muffled behind his voice. The wildcat had asked in a commanding voice, expecting an answer immediately. "speech"

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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