call the police! --★ o, joiner

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Becoming an animal had probably been the most difficult thing that he could have asked for. Probably never a sentence that he would think he would be having himself say in the first place. But here he was now and he had no idea how to get back to being a human. The Freelancer was trying his damn best to figure out exactly what he can do, but there were a limited amount of options. If he had to technology that they had on the ship that exploded, then his life would be a whole lot easier. Maybe even having an AI that he could use. Although he wasn't sure about that either because he would want an AI to stay as far away from him as much as possible. It was because of those damn things that they had messed with his head probably beyond repair. He was glad the counselor wasn't anywhere near him to be able to analyze his current mental health. He wanted to stay as far away from that as much as possible. Either way, he was still having plenty of troubles with what he was.

He was quick to discover the animal instincts that he wasn't used to having. Such was when he would see a rabbit come out of the bushes, all his mind would tell him would to run after the thing and try to kill it. He absolutely refused to eat anything like raw meat, as he knew that he wouldn't be able to stomach the idea of eating something like that anyway. The Freelancer would much rather eat something that had been an MRE than the likes of a deer leg or even something else. Difficult yes, but those that lived around here in this outpost had helped him a lot from starving himself. Instead of eating the likes of raw meat, he ate the meat that was dried out, basically making it into jerky. Jerky was something that he was used to. It was a rare commodity that was for sure, but it was sure something that he remembered eating in the past. And because of that, he didn't starve to death. His problems weren't exactly over though, as now instead of just having to deal with himself, he was going to have to deal with Carolina too.

Which was easier said than done. He knew in his mind that there was no way to control the fellow Freelancer. She was more than capable of breaking his arm, something she made adamant when she first laid eyes on him and basically tackled him to the ground with ease despite their size difference. Agent Washington had expected that from another Freelancer if they were going to appear, but he didn't think that Carolina had actually been Carolina having lacked her armor in the beginning. He was going to have to follow her around to make sure that no one started trouble with her. He doubted that Carolina would try to start a fight over something completely ridiculous, so that's why he was there. Not to try and stop Carolina but to stop whoever she was arguing with. Exhausting yes, but he was going to have to get used to it. The feeling of having someone that went through what he went through counteracted any bad feelings that he had about the leopard. He had been following Carolina, lagging behind slightly just because of his exhaustion.

He, of course, had heard the screams for help somewhere along the way, and soon he was standing next to the leopard looking at the cat that was up a tree. It was completely ironic and funny. Although if he had tried to climb a tree, being the size of a lion with armor attached to him, there would be no way he would be capable of doing as such. It was funny enough that he let out a little bit of a chuckle from his jaws. But the other stuck up in the tree was in good hands. He probably would help, since Carolina hadn't given him an order to go do something right now so he had a limited amount of free time at his disposal. He had been about to look at Carolina for the way that she had been talking until she corrected herself and did a little bit better. Good. He wasn't her parent though, so he wasn't going to treat her like a child and tell her how to act around others. He looked away from Carolina back to the female that was up in the tree. It almost reminded him of his house cat back home. Loki. The cat having basically nine lives because he got caught in terrible situations. He flicked his short tail and didn't have any reason to say anything, and instead stood at the ready for anything. "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