BACK IN THE DAY WHEN WE WERE YOUNG | {OPEN, TELESCOPE}

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

To say he wasn't adjusting well was an understatement. How could someone like himself think something like this was even remotely considered normal? Because it wasn't. It wasn't something that he hoped that he would end up getting used it, so he was doing his best to try and keep himself ready for if another Freelancer had suffered the same fate that had happened to him. It was annoying, to say the least, and he hadn't really interacted with others, other than those that had the same helmets as him. He hadn't gone to ask around who were former humans like himself. What Bastille had said about no one being able to make it being back to human certainly concerned him. He couldn't afford to have that happen, as if he took too long and did end up making it back to the real world, it would mean that the organization would immediately think that he had betrayed them. Not believing a word he said just because of the entire ridiculousness of it all. From where Washington came from, there were several different planets that were capable of being habitized for them. Either that or they would simply terraform a planet so that humans would be able to live on it. After the war had started it meant that the majority of the workforce from Earth was forced to become soldiers in order to keep themselves from going extinct. That was how Project Freelancer ended up coming up to be. It was a means of protecting the future of the human race. At least that's what he was told when he was fire recruited. It pissed him off now thinking that everything up to this point he had been told was nothing but a lie. Having been stabbed in the back by the organization that he gave everything for. Even his own sanity after the failure of implantation to have a computer inside of his head. Now his situation was even worse because he still wasn't in the best condition to really be anything violent. He wasn't the best of the group that he had been with, but he could still manage to protect himself.

Not realizing the dormant power that he had underneath his skin just waiting to be discovered in this world. He had asked Bastille when he first arrived, well, more like crash-landed, in the territory that he was going to need to use the telescope. He wasn't that great when it came to astronomy but he had to try something. The wildcat needed to figure out which planet he was on since no one seemed to have answers and he wasn't willing to ask others either. So, he had been doing a little bit of research while he was waiting around for something to happen. Gathering intel had always been part of the job back when he was a human, and this didn't change anything. He kept to himself, and no one seemed to bother him. Just how he liked it. With night falling though, Washington made his way back toward the observatory which was quite big and in good condition. Agent Washington had yet to even give out his name to those that he had indeed talked to. Names were powerful, and he couldn't afford to have someone that was an enemy of Project Freelancer be hiding in the ranks. Maybe he was paranoid, but having been stabbed in the back already, he didn't want to have a repeat of what happened. The armored smilodon was sitting just at the top of the stairs that lead to the telescope. he was going to need to figure out where the stars were in relation to where he was, based on the month, and figure out how many moons that this planet had to be able to identify where he was at. He had an astronomy textbook from earth that was somewhat outdated, Washington having come from an era where technology was a lot more advanced. If he had an AI- No. He wasn't going to have another AI again. He could do this himself without the help of a computer. He blinked his eyes behind the helmet that he wore before looking through the eye of the telescope. He was able to find a starting point, and he was going to figure where the hell he was. Then from there, he would be able to evolve a plan to get him back to what was left of the organization that nearly killed him. Washington didn't say anything while he worked, making notes on the page with his claws and occasionally flipping. The gears in his head working overtime to make sure that he didn't miss anything. "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