ANIMAL INSTINCTS -- O, CHASING TAIL

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Church wasn't the only one that was struggling with instincts. Agent Washington had guessed that there was something wrong with him when he realized that everyone here basically looked like a snack. Which made no real sense to the Freelancer until he came to the realization that yes, he was still a cat. Although, he was a smilodon, not something he knew about in history books until he managed to get hold of a textbook that helped him figure out exactly what he was that was for damn sure. Washington didn't like being an animal and was doing everything in his power to make sure that he was going to get home sooner or later. Even if it killed him. He couldn't afford to waste time in a place like this as it would just make returning back to his world a whole lot difficult. He had yet to figure out what planet he was on and he wasn't willing to ask for help. At least the simulation troopers were following his orders from time to time and he didn't have much to worry about them trying to fight back. One thing that Washington noticed was that he had yet to eat anything since he had arrived in this place. The thought of just eating raw meat didn't sit well with him and so he had tried to avoid it as much as possible. The Freelancer was working himself to death in secrecy, and no one realized his true condition. Especially with the armor that he always seemed to wear and never take off. He didn't like the idea of showing his face in front of those that he still considered to be potential enemies despite them not doing anything against him. There were plenty of things that Washington could be doing right now, and potentially searching for those that were like them was one of them. Church had mentioned that there were several caught in an explosion that blasted him and Caboose to this area. That had to be some correlation. Although Wash's situation was a little bit different as he had a massive ship crash land onto him before exploding. But the explosion seems to be the key between all of these events. He had been researching what planet they were on, and had sent Caboose and Church to look for other survivors.

Agent Washington had somewhat memorized the names that Church had spoke of, but he didn't exactly have a perfect memory either. His massive body was still the size of a lion, meaning he dwarfed most of those that lived in this outpost. Which he still hadn't gotten used to speaking the name of this place either. Everything was weird. And wrong. He wanted to get out and he wanted to get out now. He blinked his golden optics behind his helmet as he made his way toward the border. Walking through the tall grass that covered the majority of the territory when he saw a couple animals that were surrounding someone. He tilted his head, before seeing a familiar blue. It was either going to be Church or Caboose. Since they both had blue helmets relative to everything else. His color scheme completely different from the likes of a simulation trooper, but that was the point. He was a Freelancer. Completely out of the league of a simulation trooper. Wash had yet to tell the troops the true meaning of what that really was. Thinking it would be better not to tell them unless they pissed him off. Which had yet to happen, but also wasn't hard to do either. The former human began to make his way over, his titanium alloy making a sound as he approached. Identifying the creature as Church himself, Caboose and Church being two different canine species. Agent Washington had made sure to approach from the side so that he didn't really approach others. His attention flickered to Suiteheart before looking toward the canine he didn't know, but he didn't bother asking their name. "Making good use of your time I see." The armored smilodon seemed to almost scold the soldier in front of him. They couldn't waste time giving into their instincts. Even if Church looked like a snack in his predatory mind considering how much smaller he was in comparison. Agent Washington was all about work and no play. He had to be. His life had always been on the line. "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.
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