FALLING TOWARD THE SKY | {OPEN, WASH AND CAROLINA SPAR}

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

There was always time to get better at something. There was plenty of time to correct the mistakes that were made, as most problems just didn't disappear overnight either. Washington knew that there was plenty of room for him to improve, but was it worth improving in a place like this? He didn't know exactly how long they were going to be here and he knew it would be beneficial to know how to fight in the first place. It was because of this that he had been working a little bit here and there and his reaction time had gotten better thanks to his practice. His reaction time had basically been what had saved him in the entirety of the Project Freelancer anyway. If he hadn't he would have gotten shot plenty of times over, but there were those that had better reactions time than him. Which he was fine with, as he had never wanted to be the best of the best. He was just there for his own survival and try to make things right.

Now though, he wanted to get better not only so that he could defend himself, but so that he could attack those that would be potential threats in the end. Freelancer against Freelancer. Friends against friends. There was no way they could get away from something like that, as they would always be drawn together again. One would hunt down the other and it would basically become an endless cycle all over again. There was no such thing as relaxing when it came to being a Freelancer. Something could always be done, although he was fairly certain the one that relaxed the most in the program was York himself. Having a calm demeanor when it came to anything that he was challenged with, which was probably the reason why he had ranked just under the top spot on the leaderboard just under Carolina even after his injury. Changes didn't happen overnight though, and he knew that his skills would be sub-par for what they used to be when he was a human again.

Part of him hoped that there wouldn't be any sort of audience that would gather as he didn't exactly make an announcement as to what was happening anyway. The Freelancer had his own schedule and rarely informed those on what his schedule actually consisted of. He was making leeway on getting some of his suit functions working again, and he was sure that he was getting close to the calendar function that was put inside of his suit. If he had an AI it would be quicker to get it done, but he didn't and he was limited to the resources that he already had. Not like he would let one of those damned things inside of his head anyway. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't tired. He almost always was tired thanks to his schedule keeping him from sleeping so that he didn't have to deal with his nightmares. Washington had to keep himself from yawning when he heard movement that was coming toward him. He wasn't that out of though to be snuck up on and he always had his guard up no matter where he was at. He turned his head to see a new face.

Thea. The leopard was a little bit interesting, but he hardly considered her a threat. He was a lot larger than her, and unless she had the speed that Carolina had it would mean that he could take her out with a swipe of his paw. The smilodon was about to open his mouth when others started to make their approach. Playerone, then Suitehaert. He moved into a standing position, craning his neck to the side until he heard a pop. He probably should have stretched beforehand. Did animals need to stretch to keep their muscles from locking up? Maybe. He wasn't sure though. At their question though he would answer before Carolina arrived. "I have it in my schedule to have a spar with Carolina today." Washington said calmly like he usually did, there was little to no emotion in the way that he usually spoke, defaulting to the deadpanned way that he always talked. Speaking of which, the leader of squad Alpha arrived exactly on time on the dot.

The former rookie watched as the leopards gaze looked over his form, not feeling awkward underneath the others gaze as he had seen it before in others. Sizing up an opponent and figuring out in their head what they were capable of. He did the same thing. His own gaze was hidden underneath his helmet as he looked at Carolina, and her form was obviously more lean that he was. Washington rolled her eyes at her comment, getting used to using his paws as he made a gesture with his right leg. "Seriously again with the weight comment? You're running out of material Boss." Washington joked back toward the fellow Freelancer. He had heard her say it before and it didn't really bother him. He had the size advantage and he was just going to have to get her close despite not being that great with close combat. His mental health up to this point had been fairly great so far, he hadn't had to deal with the voices or the hallucinations. He was getting better. At least that's what he was telling himself. The armored male positioned himself so that he was facing Carolina, his head craning again in the opposite direction so that he heard another pop.

He forced his muscle to relax so that he could figure out the situation when it happened. Washington expected that Carolina would talk to the rest of the group, and he followed her gaze as she looked toward Suiteheart. That was when the female launched her attack, and like last time he barely had time to react. He needed to get his body out of the way but he also wasn't that fast in such a large form. Washington was quick enough to duck underneath the paw that was destined for his head again. Attacking the head was a common attack after all and she had done it the first time that they met each other in this world. He wasn't going to fall for that again. As soon as he ducked though, he planned his counter-attack while Carolina's attack was still in the air. While he was lowered onto the ground, he would aim to launch his body in the direction of where Carolina was, hoping to slam his armored shoulder into her chest and hopefully knock her to the ground. She was faster than him though, and there was still a chance for her to dodge out of the way. If that worked, Washington wouldn't go after her, as he would become slightly cocky if his attack did hit. Shifting his weight from side to side where he would stand almost like an anxious boxer ready to deal another blow. "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