YOU ALWAYS SAID HOW YOU LOVE DOGS // open, snare trap *WEEKLY PROMPT 7/4*

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Humans were always strange. From the time that he had come from, which to him was obviously that this wasn't the same time frame that he was used to, Washington heard of humans hunting the animals that were around here. Washington wasn't sure why humans were still doing that, but it was in the year of 2018. Something that he didn't really know much because that was hundreds of years in the past. The Freelancer didn't think he would have been lucky, or unlucky in this account to travel to a time that he had never heard before. The technology that they had in the first place wasn't something that was going to be helpful to him in the future. At least they had power and were capable of running some technology. A generator that he wasn't capable of accessing things to certain events from the sound of it. Washington didn't know about the strategic ways of those that lived here and why they were so adamant of protecting the generator when they were humans nearby that they could steal it off. Unless they didn't want to start anything with the humans which wouldn't surprise him. If they had any firearms the civilians here wouldn't even remotely stand a chance against them. That was another factor that Washington was going to have to see about the types of humans that lived around here. He knew how to hunt back when he was a human. But that was just because they had been on alien planets and had run out of food, meaning that he was going to have to go and get food from somewhere. They weren't about to starve to death, and some of them didn't even want to use their ammunition to kill potential food. There were those that had set up snares in the forested areas where they had been stationed, and it was from there that they would just have to wait.

Most planets were inhabited, and no one really cared about being extremely moral. That didn't mean that they were going to start eating the trapped animal alive, and instead, they were probably just going to slice the aliens throat so that they could eat it. Although with this method, they didn't know which animals to eat and what ones were basically a gamble either. Some of the marines got sick, while other's were perfectly fine. Those that were used to eating horrible stuff faired better than those that didn't get out enough. He understood why humans would start to set snares if they knew about a large group of beasts that were living out in the forest or near a former building that used to be theirs. Maybe it was a start to try and eradicate what was currently living here. A sign of what to come. Washington wasn't sure if he should warn the Ascendants of the possible dangers of such. So, he kept it to himself instead of speaking out toward those that were currently here. Washington's attention turned back toward Suiteheart when she said that the traps here weren't all that common. At the mention of hoping that this was the last of it, Washington shook his head. "When someone sets up snares they usually set up several of them just as a failsafe to make sure that they get something." After he spoke those words, he realized how strange it could actually sound to those that weren't humans. He almost sounded like he was understanding why the humans were doing what they were doing. At the question of getting the hurt civilian some water, he blinked at her for a couple seconds. It was indeed an order from someone that was higher up than him.

And Suiteheart was one of the more respected members that were here. "Oh uhh sure." Washington had been about to move to go and get the hurt female some water. But he never really got the chance to when Bastille showed up again. The soldier was quick to stand to attention, Suite's order forgotten in case Bastille gave him an order instead. And Washington watched as water formed right in front of his eyes, and he was glad to have a helmet as his jaw basically went slack. What the hell? The domestic cat basically made water come out of his paw. That wasn't possible. He had heard about the stuff that they called was 'magic', but trying to wrap his head around what was happening. The soldier closed his jaw so that he was able to question the commanding officer. "Sir, how did you do that?" Washington questioned calmly, hiding the shock that he had felt for something happening so suddenly. He blinked his golden eyes until he heard something heavy that was making their way toward them. He knew that there were raptors that lived around here. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to see them for a very long time. His head turned in the direction of Delta. Who was a bit taller than he was, but the Freelancer wasn't even remotely intimidated by the likes of a dinosaur. Considering that he was an extinct animal, it wasn't a surprise that there was another extinct animal that lived around here. He had gotten used to that at least, but everything else basically went over his head. His eyes narrowed as he basically felt the tension suddenly start in the air, and Washington moved his body so that he was directly facing the civilian.

Could it even be called that? With the little interaction he had with them, he had yet to hear any of them speak. It growled to him and noticing the way that the other's muscles were moving it looked like it was going to attack him. Well, this was just a great day now wasn't it? The armored smilodon lets a low growl escape his jaws, as he wasn't one to really be violent during his time in Project Freelancer. But that was a time ago. He had changed now. His claws flexed into the ground, as he wasn't going to be threatened by anyone and just take it. He had more respect than that. "Back. Off." Washington would growl the order, but it was obvious that his stance didn't show that he was going to back off anytime soon. When presented with a threat, he usually killed said threat. He was a soldier, after all, he didn't need to have the likes of mercy when it came to war. .The only time that he was even remotely kind was when he was dealing with his teammates. Other than that though everyone had a chance of being attacked if they said the wrong thing. What the hell was this thing going to do? He was pretty sure that the other's claws couldn't make it through the likes of the metal armor that covered his body. He knew that he probably wouldn't win in a fight, but if the other was going to start something no matter what he said, then he was just going to have to defend himself. Even if he was the height of a lion, he certainly didn't have the likes of a muscle mass to back it up."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