WHAT'S DONE - open; stranger

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Everything had been put back onto his head basically before he even turned into an animal. The Freelancers had been through plenty of strange situations over the years that the Project had been around. They had gone against those that were more than capable of taking alien take and manufacturing their own stuff from it. Although it hadn't been all that much common. There had been some alien artifacts that the Project had wanted, and that just meant that they were going to be sent on a mission to capture said directives from those that had claimed them as their own. He remembered one of their missions of getting the sarcophagus, and that was probably one the more stressful images. Just because of the introduction of Agent Texas and that Agent York had been injured at the same time right before the mission. Washington held all of his memories of when he was a Freelancer, and some of the times he didn't want to have to remember all of the horrible things that they had gone through. With the realization that they weren't the good guys that they thought they were. Something that he overheard York saying when he had passed the other male, but not having said anything.

He was a good soldier and followed the orders that were given to him. After the time that he spent in the UNSC military before getting court-martialled for not following his commanding officers orders, he realized that probably wasn't the best idea. An idea that was easily burned into his very mind as soon as he had applied to the project and was able to get into. Now, he had never been the best Freelancer around, but he was one of the top 6 on that damned leaderboard that had broken them all apart. Every Freelancer had their own specialty. York was great with dealing with locks. North was great with using his sniper rifle. Maine was the muscle. Carolina was great with and to hand combat, not even remotely matched. Although maybe compared to Agent Texas, he hadn't been sure what to think about the new Freelancer that had basically come out of nowhere. After spending a couple years in the program, he was able to get a vague idea of what the program was going to be about, and he trusted the program that had accepted him. He had never been given a reason to distrust them. Every operation was bound to have secrets that they weren't willing to share with other's and that was fine with him. As long as it didn't get him or other's killed. During the Project, he had actually cared about the lives of others.

But everything changed once the implementation of AI's, and everyone started to argue about who would get their own. Although it seemed like South was the most aggressive of the bunch when she didn't end up receiving her own AI. Wash was the last one to receive an AI before everything ended up going to shit and the Mother of Invention was sent plummeting to the ground. The AI that he had been giving had been the memory fragment of the Alpha AI itself, and because of that, it held all the memories of the torture that the director and the counselor had put Alpha through. Washington was allowed to feel all the pain and sorrow that Alpha had expressed in a matter of moments as soon as he was implanted into his neural implant. It had been the most painful thing he had ever experienced as the AI tried to kill itself inside of his head. Luckily, he was contained and then the AI was removed, but the damage had been done. He knew everything. He knew what Agent Texas was. But as soon as he woke up, Agent Texas and several other's began to try and break down the ship and it crashed into a nearby planet. Washington didn't really remember the crash considering that he was in the infirmary during it, only having a split second to realize that they were indeed crashing.

He had tried to question other's to tell him what the hell what was going on, but everyone was rushing to try and save their own lives. As soon as the giant ship crashed into the ground, it blew up, something Washington very vaguely could feel himself. The Freelancer then ended up crash landing in the Ascendants. Which he called an outpost because that was exactly what it was. The former human didn't want to spend more time here than there was more than necessary, as he knew that he needed to get back to the director and counselor. He wasn't about to start running for his life, and if he didn't appear back where the crash had been, they would probably consider him to be AWOL and force the Freelancers that were left to hunt him down for his gear. After all, the Director didn't exactly like to share his property. Besides that, he was dealing with the after-effects of having an unstable AI forced into his body. He still suffered from hallucinations and emotions that weren't his own. Hence why he had set up his own routine so that he was constantly working himself. Only leaving two hours for himself to sleep, and it was only recently that he started eating again. He still wasn't exactly sure how to work in the current form that he was on. He was a species of smilodon, around the size of a lion.

He was a little bit bulkier, but he knew that he could run somewhat fast based on the small experiments that he had done with himself and no one else. It was interesting that was for sure, but he didn't like it either. What he would give to have his battle rifle back. Although right now he was just happy that he had armor that covered important parts of his body. The suit itself was only slightly powered thanks to the electricity elementals that he didn't know he had right now. Lights adorning certain segments of his armor and lighting up the inside of his helmet making it easier for him to see. The scars that had gotten over the years during Project Freelancer had translated themselves to the rest of his body. Knives, bullets, shrapnel, all had made their mark on his skin. Which was probably strange to see on the likes of an animal. Either way, it was around 2200 hours, at least from what he could tell on the internal clock on his helmet and where the sun was at. This meant that he was on his border patrol looking out for other Freelancers that may have suffered the same fate that he had gone through. The likelihood was slim, but there was still a chance, and he would take any chance. But did he want to see another Freelancer? Having to deal with being betrayed by an organization he trusted meant that he wasn't about to start trusting a Freelancer right off the bat. And he wasn't the same Freelancer he had once been, the implantation of Episolon having almost completely changed him. While Washington had been walking around, the armored smilodon heard what sounded like distress a bit of a distance where he was from. It was a little bit difficult because his helmet covered his ears. Agent Washington hesitated from his position for a couple moments, debating whether or not if it was worth his time to check it out. Of course, he was. If there was a chance to gather intel he was going to do exactly that. The lion-sized animal came to a stop as he saw someone coming over the hell. It was another big cat. What species he had no idea. He already had difficulty figuring out what species he was himself.

Agent Washington slowed his approach, as so far he had seen that his presence usually made other's nervous. How the hell was he supposed to address this if this wasn't the creature that let out a sound of distress? Well now, this was awkward. The Freelancer would stand there awkwardly for a couple minutes in front of the large wildcat, clearing his throat. He had never been good with social interacting. "Uhh hey there. You okay? You don't look so good." Washington immediately kicked himself in the head. This was the first time that he had openly approached someone on the border other than Caboose and Church. He didn't know how to interact with other animals. The male would shuffle his paws in the grass, there being at least five feet of distance between him and the female. As soon as he spoke though, Agent Washington didn't want the other to get the wrong idea. "I-I mean that I guess for a cat you look okay- but that- I mean, physical health wise- you uhh don't look in the best of shape there is uhh what I meant." A low groan of frustration would emit from his jaws as he raised one of his dark grey paws and moved his helmet slightly. Well, this was the great first impression. He was trying his damned best but York had been more of the people person, and back in Project Freelance Wash had struggled to keep his mouth shut or when to stop talking. As soon as he stopped talking though, the Freelancer grew serious despite his stumbling of words. Reminding himself that if this wasn't someone that could help him on his mission then they weren't worth the time and that he should move on. Simple as that. He helmet did turn slightly though as he looked to see if the other was alone or not.  He was a soldier. This wasn't in his job description."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