SAINTS / o, return

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

What Washington would have liked to be able to return back to what he considered it to be his home. Of course, it wouldn't really even be his home now with how he thought of it. It had also exploded. Everything that he had ever owned had been on that ship, and as far as the rest of the military he was in that he was concerned about he didn't exist anymore. As soon as he joined Project Freelancer, a lot of his files were ultimately deleted from the different databanks that were shared between the UNSC and Project Freelancer. It honestly wouldn't surprise him now that he had been missing from the crash site for almost three weeks now. Maybe even more than that. They probably considered him to be KIA, so going back to his home would mean that he would have to prove that he was indeed still alive, and hadn't gone Awol. But the longer he was away from the place that he used to call home, the harder it was going to be able to explain everything. It was almost funny how little it almost took to break apart what he used to think was a family to him.

Those that would risk injury to protect one another, and that they would kill for each other without any sort of question. It was a hard realization now that he had a little bit of time to think alone with himself. He had plenty of time to do that nowadays while he was studying and catching up on something that he hadn't needed to learn for a while. They had spent years with each other living in the exact same ship. There were a couple moments that some of them may get into a fight, but fighting amongst themselves was just asking to get punished by the Director himself. What that could entail he wasn't exactly sure. Although during the moment where York had been severely injured by the likes of a grenade going off next to him, the Director did nothing to punish those that had gone in with live ammunition on the floor. It seemed like he was the only one concerned along with North about what was going on the training floor, but hadn't managed to go down there himself to stop what was happening. Pride meant a lot to them as all of them wanted to be the best of the best.

Except for Washington. He was fine where he was on the list. He could deal with not even being in the top 6, and just being a Freelancer. He was just here to try and be a test dummy for the project to ensure the life of the human race was going to potentially live a little bit longer. He was getting paid a decent amount because they had to get some form of living after all. Being higher on the leaderboard probably also meant that that Freelancer got paid a little bit more. He wasn't a money snob though so he couldn't really care. His mind was usually reeling about when the next mission would end up being. If he wasn't in the training room like when he was scheduled to be, he was doing some research. He didn't ride the skateboard that he had brought into the ship anymore, and if he wasn't reading then he was probably going to the mess hall. There were several different types of food that were available on the massive ship considering that they had to feed 50 super soldiers and other personnel that worked on the ship in the first place.

Either way, Washington hadn't been in the project long enough to know what it felt for someone to die or just simply disappear. He had heard about what happened to Georgia. Actually no he didn't. He had only been told that something bad happened to Georgia when he wore the jetpack out into space. Every other Freelancer would refuse to tell him what exactly that was. Which always left him wondering at the end to what really happened to Georgia. He never had to witness a Freelancer die, but the images of Agent Maine on the operating table after being shot several times in the throat would definitely leave an important visual. Maine could have died that die, and he had been riding the pelican back to base with the package. Which had been his mission. He didn't want any of his teammates did. He didn't hate any of them that much, not even South who got on his nerves from time to time. Despite that, he wasn't one to really start conflict or arguments. He was a soldier that was there to follow orders and nothing else. Talking back against superior officers had been what he had done in the UNSC. Here, it wouldn't be unacceptable even if something did slip out of his mouth from time to time.

Considering the short amount of time that he had also been in this outpost, he didn't know how this Luna was. He had never overheard anyone talking about her, but there were plenty of those around him that he didn't know the name of. He was observant, yes, but he wasn't psychic when it came to knowing names. He knew that part of his routine though he should start memorizing the name of the civilians that lived here. The armored smilodon would rather know everyone than to suddenly be surprised by new appearances. The Freelancer had plenty on his plate anyway after learning that he was indeed on planet Earth instead of some alien planet. Agent Washington didn't even trust those that lived in the Ascendants yet, because having just finished being stabbed in the back by those that he indeed trusted, he wasn't about to start trusting anyone now. If he was given a task from this group, he probably wouldn't do it because it didn't concern him. The time of day it was now just so happened to be the time of day that he went on his daily patrols. There were chances for other Freelancers to potentially pop up if they got caught in the same explosion that he did. It would have had a large radius due to how large the Mother of Invention had been in the first place. The extinct animal made his way against the marked border of the outpost. His gold eyes flickering to the left and right looking for any signs of movement. He made sure to eat before going on patrol so that he wouldn't worry about his animal instincts of trying to hunt something.

He absolutely refused to hunt. It was at this time that he was able to hear voices a little bit of a distance away. His armor made enough noise that it would be hard not to hear him coming toward the small gathered group. There were a couple faces that he didn't mind being around, but other than Suiteheart he didn't know anyone else here. His ears moved underneath the helmet that his facial features, his gaze looking down at the large canine. A very very very large canine. She was almost the same size as he was. But he was the height of a male lion so he was just barely taller than her. The smilodon kept his distance from the group until he noticed that there was something on the female's back. It was a dinosaur. Similar to the one that he had an encounter with a good week ago maybe. Great. More surprises and variables. Considering almost everyone's cheery features, it seemed that they recognized her. Maybe a returning civilian. To humans, it wasn't uncommon for humans to go from one state to the next if they wanted to move. He blinked his gold eyes before shifting his dark grey paws. He was still bad with the whole socializing thing. "Agent Washington." The large wildcat would introduce himself in the soldier tone that he usually had. He never introduced himself using his actual name. This had been the new name that he was given by the Director himself and he was going to use it. Nothing else. "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