LONG SHOT ♡ intruder / joining

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

(he's the best of boys okay)

He wasn't a people person. He was a soldier person. Being able to command those that were a lower rank than him or being given orders made it a whole lot easier on himself. Talking about emotions also wasn't something that he was an expert at either. In the Project, they were forced to keep their emotions and their mind to themselves. There was no reason to bring emotions and personal vendettas onto a mission that would just ruin said mission and cause confusiong among the troops. Although when they usually went on a mission it was just with other Freelancers and not foot troops. Which made it a little bit easier if not every freelancer had their own ego that they wanted to show how great they were in the field. It was a pain in the ass, yes, but it was better than dealing with foot soldiers that were just going to get themselves killed. Either way, when he first started the project he would make sure that those under his command would be less likely to go under fire. This would mean that he could potentially get himself injured as well. The soldier had to keep his soldiers alive, as it was just the right thing to do after all. Almost like every other Freelancer, Washington didn't have a lot of patience when it came to others. Now even more than ever he had quite a short temper that was easily flared up and usually reduced him to threatening others or pointing a gun at their face. Although it was good for the group that he was with now that he didn't have any sort of possession of a gun himself. If would probably be impossible to use the weapon with the likes of paws anyway, but it would be nice to have some sort of way to defend himself. He knew that his large size was somewhat daunting to other animals that lived here, but it was basically just for show. He didn't know how to fight as an animal.

The anatomy that he was used to was all wrong. Instead, what he did know how to do was shoot someone. Which he didn't have here so he was basically just a big guy walking around hoping that no one would attack him from the meantime. No one around here had armor after all, which certainly made a lot more helpful for him as he already had more of an advantage than they did. Agent Washington didn't feel like he would ever belong in a place like this. He was supposed to be fighting. For all of that to come to an abrupt stop was almost asking someone to go cold turkey when it came to taking drugs. It just couldn't be done that quickly. He needed to keep himself occupied, which he had done just that with the rest of the outpost here. That being he was constantly moving around gathering intel of the place. Timing the patrols whenever he could, to gather the schedule of those that were around him. He didn't look at him like he was an enemy, and to Washington, those that lived in the Ascendants were just possible assets to him. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here to get results. Washington knew what his job was, but he doubted that if he explained his job that other's would even understand what it actually meant. They weren't humans after all. It was all Washington could do to keep himself from sighing inside of his helmet. Maybe he was lucky that his helmet actually did fit his head so that other's would be able to see his face. Although, there were some modifications to the helmet that he didn't remember being done. His ears didn't poke out from the helmet like one would think, instead, they were inside of his helmet. There were vents that were directly where his ears should be that allowed him to actually hear without it being muffled. Finally, though, he was able to get a name out of the male. Michael Caboose. Certainly, an interesting name but his name was Washington so he wasn't going to judge. His gold eyes would then turn to Suiteheart as she made her way over, calm as usual.

The other seemed to appear in a lot of places, and he regarded the other with as mall dip of his head. "What was your rank before you arrived here Caboose? Private? Colonel?" Honestly he basically already knew the answer if the other was a former human like himself. Which was basically guaranteed right now considering how he was speaking and the helmet that he had. Besides, the other had a human name compared to those that lived in this outpost. He was going to bet that it was going to Private. If York was here, they would probably be joking with each other, but that was a long time ago. York wasn't here and he was the only Freelancer that was around. Caboose gave the name of the outpost that he was from, but Washington was going to take it with a grain of salt. The name didn't pop up into his head at all, so he wasn't going to bother to try and think it was incredibly important information. The soldier's attention soon was diverted again as a child approached him. Something that Washington hadn't been paying attention to. He wasn't sure how this group ran themselves, but he wasn't sure if children should just be out and walking around. But that was the military and war mentality that had been drilled into him in the very beginning. There was always bound to be some sort of threat out there. The golden retriever was confused as to what was happening and what Suiteheart was talking about. Washington began to take a small bit of command. "She is talking about this current outpost. ,Soldier you'll be stationed here until we can figure out what going on. The living quarters is in the observatory, which is currently being used as a base of operations." Washington would state calmly. It seemed like it would just be better to give Caboose a direct order instead of trying to confuse the guy with questions. At least, that's what he was hoping right now. Suiteheart probably wouldn't like it, but the other was more than willing to refuse his order. "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