miss me motherfuckers? -- return

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Familiarity was the only thing that remotely kept him sane. That was because he didn't want to be in this crazed world and feel like he was the only one that slowly felt like he was actually going insane in the first place. Washington didn't want to be the one guy that was marked insane because his mind couldn't exactly grasp what was even going on. So, when Carolina died he wasn't exactly sure what to do. With the mention of Texas coming in, Washington wasn't sure what he would be capable of doing. If the lion got out of hand, there would be no way he would be able to manage to control her. That would be impossible. The Freelancer knew that he would be in trouble since Carolina was only a serval right now. Although, Church did seem to have some form of connection with the female, and maybe he could use that to his advantage.

Washington had of course taken note of the disappearance of the other and wasn't sure what to think of it. He knew that he was tough on the guy but he had to be if they wanted to get out of here quicker, instead of spending years in a place like this. The former human knew that losing Caboose meant that the other was going to be surrounded by Freelancers that were probably just going to order him around. It was a tough decision to deal with and Washington was just glad that the other hadn't gone off on his own trying to find the retriever. Washington hadn't had the time exactly to go out and find the other simulation trooper, as there was far too much that was even going on. Which probably wasn't an excuse, but considering that he had buried Carolina when she died, it just meant that he was dealing with his hallucinations again. The appearance of Texas meant that his mental health had plummetted to an all-time low.

Everything that he had worked with to try and get himself better was made to zero, and he had lost all of the progress that he had made. They weren't closer to becoming human, they were closer to being stuck in the damned bodies that they were in. Washington needed technology for his next project, which was to get the radio inside of his helmet to work. The armored smilodon constantly hid the emotions that were going through his body, but damn was he tired. He wanted so badly to just finally get some sleep, and he knew if he did it would just be memories of Allison that he could see over and over again. He still didn't know which memories were his and which memories were not. The armored smilodon had arrived at the observatory to eat some lunch before going on his daily patrols that he went on.

As always making sure that he always went on his patrols alone. As soon as he entered the building his head seemed to be looking at the ground as he was on autopilot. He tilted his head to the side until he heard his neck pop as there was a constant headache that plagued his mind. He couldn't get the damn thing to go away. If only there were some actual human medications that he could take that would be more powerful than the plants that he had been forced to eat. He refused to talks to the likes of a medic either. He didn't trust them, even if Imperia was a medic. He didn't have all that much level of trust when it came to others that were for damn sure. He blinked his gaze though when he heard familiar voices. The Freelancer raised his head and stopped where he was walking, his armor rattling as he did so. seeing the familiar helmet and body of the border collie.

Oh. It was Church. Where had he been? Washington didn't believe it was his job to try and make the other comfortable around him. He wasn't his responsibility as the other was an adult and capable of taking care of himself. He flicked one of his ears in his helmet as he watched Suiteheart also approach the simulation trooper, the domestic cat asking him how he felt. Washington wouldn't bother to do something like that though and would make his way over. He stopped at the usual distance he did when it came to talking to others. "Where have you been?" His voice wasn't scolding, instead, it was calm. The implantation scar on the back of his neck usually started to express phantom pains while he was around Church, causing him to raise his left arm and scratch the area that was slightly hidden by the back of his helmet. The former human would sit himself down, any expression that he was wearing on his face completely hidden by his helmet. If anything, the tone that he used sounded more quizzical. "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