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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

They were losing. He knew that they didn't want to admit what was happening right now while everyone was looking on, but they were losing. He hated the idea of losing like any Freelancer that was out there. How were they losing against someone like Maine? Maybe it had been the fact that he had hoped that Maine was still himself and not something that was foreign. Washington had given the Hellhound the opportunity to wound him enough where he wouldn't e all that much help in battle. He knew that he was going to need the majority of his legs while everything was happening to even be remotely helpful. The smilodon would have size on his side, but that would only end up going so far anyway. Maine was still slightly bigger than he was, but given the armor that was on his body, he probably weighed a lot more than the canine.

Which could be useful if he managed to put it to good use at all. Washington knew that he would be out of his fight sooner or later and that a broken arm would put him out of commission once he started to feel the pain that was currently being blocked thanks to the adrenaline that ran through his veins. A common occurrence for the likes of humans that had suffered a fall and had to keep moving despite the pain that they were in and animals were more than capable of doing as such as there had been instances of animals moving with injuries that could be considered to be severe. He was trying to divert attention away from Carolina. Knowing that if she was caught by something that large it would mean bad news for all of them. He knew that keeping her alive was one of their better options for their survival and that just meant that he would be willing to put his life in danger. Maine was a threat now. A threat that needed to be eliminated and that's all that needed to be thought about. If he could give Carolina an opening, maybe they would be fine.

That was of course until Washington heard the sounds of bones cracking as he didn't make it in time before Maine collided with the unarmored leopard. Her ribs were broken. He didn't know how many, and he only heard it as he collided against the side of Agent Maine anyway. As soon as he did collide with Maine though, thanks to the way his broken leg was, he ended up collapsing and rolling on the ground from the impact himself. It nearly winded him, but he kept his breathing calm as a concerned look was on his face that was hidden by his helmet as he looked over toward Carolina. She was still fighting. She was going to need to be careful if she didn't want one of her ribs going into her lungs. "Carolina!" Washington called out with concern one of his arms reaching toward the leopard as he watched as Maine move back toward her, but she was ready with a counterattack. Doing exactly what she had done to him by knocking him down onto the ground and cutting into his body. Their helmets didn't protect every part of their body, leaving gaps here and there and the throat was not one of them.

The armored smilodon forced himself up onto his paws, and he knew that he was going to have to end the fight soon if they wanted to get out of this alive without their neck being snapped. He was panting when he forced himself up onto his legs, putting pressure on his broken leg without really realizing it. Worsening the injury further but no sound was made from it. The Freelancer began to make his way over, trotting at a speed that would allow him there within a couple seconds but not enough to make him fall over himself like last time. As he neared where Maine was on the ground, Washington aimed to rear slightly on his back legs and slam his paw onto the side of Maines helmet. Hoping to knock him out, as that may be the best option. Washington would aim to put all of his body weight into the strike, and even if he missed he would be down on the ground again. Grunting through the pain. He was a Freelancer. He could handle it. He needed to protect Carolina because she was a better fighter than him. "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