FAR FROM THE STARS | Joining

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

*retro to injury*

Everyone dealt with trauma differently. There were plenty of people that pushed it to the very backs of their mind and tried to forget about it. Only to when they were reminded of it to have it brought back and act as if there had been an Earthquake in their brain. Having been basically in the military his entire life, it meant that he had seen others react differently. Reacting differently to when the person that they grew up with died in their arms after being shot. A reaction of someone exploding into nothing but bloody bits when a grenade got attached to them and they couldn't take it off. The horror that flashed in front of their eyes as they heard a squad screaming over the radio as they were burned with plasma from a vehicle that shot at them and burned them alive. War wasn't something that was pretty, but when it had been there for humans it had been a means to keep themselves alive from an alien race that wanted them dead. They weren't going to go extinct without a fight, and they gave everything that they got even if the enemy had better technology than they did.

It just meant that they had developed their technology a lot better and that led to several different military advances. Washington had his own sort of trauma, but none of the trauma carried over from the first couple years of fighting in the Great War. He had pushed it to the back of his mind because he knew what was going to be asked of him as a soldier and nothing but a soldier. He knew from the beginning that he was going to be an expendable force that wasn't needed and was going to be used in the front lines. Whether he died was up to his skills and what the enemy decided to do to try and fight them. He had watched those that he had started to actually trust thanks to their skills burn up in flames. He had watched troops run away in fear for their lives because they didn't want to die. Most of the kids that did join the military didn't exactly have the best luck considering that they didn't know what they wanted to do with their life and unluckily got drafted into the army. The draft having returned thanks to the war that was created for them to fight in.

At least the Great War united all the countries on Earth and all the other planets so that hey could fight back against the threat. When he was teleported here, Washington was pretty sure the War was still going on, hence one of the reasons why he wanted to go back. Everyone had a family, and he was pretty sure that his family was still alive. The current trauma he had wasn't even brought on by his own means. It had been when a failed experimental AI had been implanted into its brain, leaking all the memories of its torture and the horrible emotions that it went through. It nearly killed him. And the AI wasn't able to kill itself like it was trying to do. Everything turned into a shit show, and now after coming here, he was still dealing with the side effects of having it ripped out of his head. He was the type to hide the trauma that he was going through, the only one that knew what he was going through would be Carolina. He had seen how her mind had unraveled with the effect of having her own AI taken out of her head, but hers were willing to work with each other. His was trying to kill him and didn't care what happened to the user. The Freelancer didn't tell anyone what he was going through. He was a soldier. They hid their weaknesses, and in this strange world that he was no longer a human he could no longer trust the civilians that lived in the current outpost.

Right now he was on the lookout for those that were similar to them. The Freelancer had a reason to be upset and touchy right now, and that was because he knew that North and Theta were on the playing field, he just didn't know where they were and that was frustrating. The large armored smilodon went on his patrols during the middle of the day as that seemed to be where there was the most activity. He crash landed in this place, and that meant that there was a chance that another Freelancer could end up popping up just like he and Carolina did. Hearing him coming wasn't all that difficult thanks to the suite of armor that he wore that rattled with each movement that he made. He was the only almost fully armored animal that lived in the outpost. Something that others were usually immediately intimidated by when they first got a look at him. The helmet that he wore hid all of his facial features thanks to the one-way mirror visor that was with it. He couldn't rely on scents as his helmet prevented any from getting inside of his helmet, and the lights that were on his armor seemed to only be active when they were attached to his body.

Hearing voices usually meant there was someone waiting at the border. He had gotten the pattern there, but he would never really be the first to be on the scene. He didn't care after all. He had his mission and he was going to do it no matter who got in his way. The Freelancer didn't care about those in the outpost even if he pretended to be, faking on being on their side so that he could manipulate them for their supplies and information once they started to branch out more. The armored smilodon would approach the side of the group, having arrived just in time to hear Shining's introduction. Washington kept his distance from everyone else, keeping at least five feet between him and everyone else, even if he knew everyone here. No one he knew and that meant that it was again none of his business. The soldier didn't say anything as others welcomed him into the group, feeling as if there was something the other was hiding. That's how he felt with everyone though. Closed off and suspicious of anyone that made an appearance. The group still knew little to nothing about them and he planned on keeping it that way. "Agent Washington." The former human introduced himself with a calm deadpanned tone that he usually did. He said it curtly though, and the stance he had certainly done made him always look like a soldier. Washington looked prepared to walk off after his introduction unless the one in front of him had anything to say to 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