GRAND THEFT AUTUMN ; MEETING 7.2

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

There seemed to be a pattern with these briefings. That being they all seemed to happen once a week. Which made it easier for Washington to keep tabs on everyone that was around. At least that's what he thought about the briefings considering that he wasn't bothering to pay attention to any of the politics that these creatures probably had. That wasn't his job after all and he wasn't about to start helping them out of the blue either. He did his own thing, and if Church and Caboose wanted to help them they would have to do it in the little free time that they were given once he was done with them. He wasn't here to make friends after all, even if some of the creatures here were trying to be nice to one another. Agent Washington was still looking to get back to being human and nothing else. This entire time though, Washington believed that Suiteheart was one of the higher ranked creatures that lived in this outpost. Simply because of the factor that she seemed to almost be everywhere and offered her assistance when she thought it was needed. Which was fine with him, but he wouldn't accept such help from this group of soldiers. Either way, he had addressed her with respect, the soldier side of him still prevalent just like the way he treated Bastille in the last meeting. It was a force of habit really, and he wasn't about to break out of habit just yet either, because there were plenty of things that felt wrong in general, and he wasn't about to start changing who he was just because he was an animal now. The armored Smilodon hadn't been as punctual as he would have liked. The lack of sleep probably taking a toll on him for real this time, and it was getting hard and hard to hide what his current condition actually was. Suiteheart had already questioned his condition when he hadn't been eating, and he sure as hell hoped that no one would end up noticing. The Freelancer didn't sit down next to anyone, in particular, opting to sit off to the side to distance himself from anyone else. The lights that adorned both of his arms that were part of his armor giving small hints to where he was in the slightly darkened areas of the building. His hidden gaze looked up toward Suiteheart. Where was Bastilleprisoner? He was able to catch the form of the smaller animal in the crowd. Why wasn't he up there?

He guesses it made sense because during the time he spent in the organization it wasn't always the head officer that would give orders, as he could always give someone else the news to deliver to the rest of the troops. It happened when the Counselor came to make announcements instead of the Director. He listened to her announcements, most of which didn't even make any sort of sense in his mind. The armored wildcat didn't really pay attention to anything but the names that were spoken, not having any faces to put them to. The older male then listened as a couple of their names were spoken. Titles. What did they mean? Was that a rank? Or was it like getting a medal for something that they were given to those that deserved them? Obviously not because nothing was being handed out. Agent Washington only remained confused for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Thank you, ma'am" The Freelancer would state with a small dip of his head in the smaller felines direction. He could practically hear the rattling of Cabooses helmet from across the crowd, which did draw his attention as he turned to look at the simulation trooper was practically shaking in his boots. Washington couldn't help but roll his eyes a little bit at the other's reaction. He didn't say anything vocally about it though. However, at the mention of the word Halo, Washington's entire demeanor changed. His body tensed up and his head snapped back to Suiteheart. Halo? What? Wait, she was talking about something that went on in this group. Relief flooded him soon after as he realized that they weren't talking about the weapon of mass genocide. He exhaled through his nose before Suiteheart asked if there were any questions. "No ma'am." Washington would respond, as he wouldn't leave until everyone was dismissed. It was practically ingrained into his mind to respect those that were higher ranked than he was and have proper edicate no matter where he was."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