YOU'RE ALL I WANT // open, truth-or-dare w/ Snowbound

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Games had been what he ended up playing the most when he was younger. That was because almost like Caboose, he himself had two sisters that he was the older brother of. He wanted to take care of them and make sure that nothing would ever happen to them. Even if they complained that they shouldn't hover over them all of the time he didn't really give them a choice. They were family after all, and all they had was their mother after their father's death during the Great War. And because of that, while his mother was usually busy, it was his job to keep his sisters happy. He would basically do any game that they wanted within reason and as long as they weren't going to end up torturing him at the same time. Which was a bit difficult since he was the only boy in the house, but he managed because he knew somewhat of what his mother was going through. At least, he thought he could tell when she started to stop smiling. It was a rough time for the entire family, but they had the resources that they needed in order to keep the majority of them happy as well.

Washington didn't remember the last time that he didn't end up playing a game that was actually a drill in disguise. During basic training, they would give the exercises that they were doing weird names, and they would just be that, exercises. There would be soldiers that would try to play some card games or anything that would project into holograms, but with the way that the war had been going around, that time morale wasn't exactly high either. When he joined Project Freelancer, there were even fewer games that they were done. At least they didn't try to disguise something as some sort of fun game. Everything else though was hidden under wraps and was the reason why he felt betrayed by such group. Washington hadn't played a game in years, and with what was happening inside of his head constantly it meant that he wasn't about to start playing a game like that anytime soon. The Freelancer had jobs to do, although that didn't mean he couldn't spectate while he ate during his lunch break either. The armored smilodon usually kept track of where Carolina was, and because of that, he knew exactly how much she was working herself.

Eventually, she would have to see that she was basically killing herself before a threat could even likely approach them. Washington wouldn't expect any Civilians to try and protect the likes of them, as that wouldn't make any sort of sense either. The armored smilodon had a bag of jerky that he had put into the storage portion of his chest plate. He flicked one of his ears in his helmet as he heard and saw a lot of groups of animals that were gathering with each other. The Freelancer made his way over when he noticed that everyone that he knew was basically here. Except those that were from a different outpost of course. Washington looked toward Church and Caboose that seemed to want to get into whatever game they were planning on doing. Made his way over once he saw that Carolina was there, for some strange reason. He had been about to open his mouth to speak to her and asked if she was having fun when he realized that the leopard's eyes were closed. Oh. Well, she technically needed to get more rest, but sleeping straight up seemed to be a trait that carried over from human to leopard.

He remembered her doing it when he had just joined the project, and no one had dared to approach her for fear of getting knocked on their ass when they woke up. He debated several moments on if he should wake her up or simply carry her back to the room that they were currently sharing so that she could get more rest without arguing against it. Instead, he did what probably wasn't considered the greatest idea, raising one of his paws and aiming to gently tap Carolina's shoulder. If that worked, he would make sure to quickly draw back his paw in case she did lash out for him touching her. He had to admit though, her fur was pretty soft even if she wasn't taking all that great care in her health right now. "Carolina... you're sleeping sitting up again." Washington would whisper under his breath to the fellow Freelancer. Hopefully, she would be able to catch his words as he leaned his head down enough so that she would be able to hear him through his helmet, but far away enough that she wouldn't be able to slap him across the face. When Washington did speak, he almost sounded nervous. He didn't want to create a scene with all these different civilians around, as they already didn't have all that much great of an image on their side. "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:
★ ARMORED 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