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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - sassy

Making friends with the likes of a military background was something that was fairly difficult to do. Washington didn't want to make any friends while he was in this place until he turned human, and there would probably be others that would try and interact with him and not get very far. He was already closed off to most of those that lived in this place, and the only one that he was remotely close to was Imperia. And even then he only gave her some vague information here and there, which just seemed to be enough to ganter the others interest in him. The last thing that Agent Washington wanted to suddenly have a lot of attention directed toward him. They had enough of that on a daily basis when it came to the likes of the Freelancers, as they were the only ones that really lived here with specific armor that was constantly on their body. When it came to getting questions from other people he was perfectly fine with people asking questions. He would much rather have people ask questions than immediately think that they know everything about who he was and just to get it all wrong in the end. Something that the majority of the animals here seemed to act toward them, which Washington could care less about what they thought of their group in the end. It made no difference to him as long as they were willing to give him supplies.

He technically had a position in this group, did he know what that was? Of course not. Ranks didn't really mean anything in this strange world, so he just did what he usually did without much issue in all of it. The Freelancer was constantly working, and now with his broken arm, it was a bit of a chore to be able to do. There had been a lot of things that had happened recently, and he wasn't sure if he liked what had happened. Carolina died and came back to life. And Agent Texas had appeared. The last person he wanted to interact right now while he was mentally unstable. Oh well. Another issue that came up as he had been working on upgrading his helmet hoping that it would work, but with no luck, as there were only static and electrical screeches that would come through it. He was looking at manuals and schematics but he wasn't finding anything useful and it was aggravating. If York was here the other may be able to fix this stuff, as he wasn't exactly a technician. He was a soldier and only a soldier. The armored smilodon had a splint on his left leg, which was keeping the broken bones together. Having his armor on his arm also kept his arm a little bit straighter too. It wasn't hard to hear the lion-sized animal making his way over to the group, having heard them. It was useful to try and use scents to identify someone thanks to the helmet that he wore on his face.

The filters in front of the helmet filtering out the air that he breathed in, just in case he ended up getting into a poisonous cloud of some sort. It kept him alive, and that meant he just had to rely on his hearing to get to places. The metal armor that he wore rattling with each step that he took as he looked at the interesting colored domestic cat in front of him. The other seemed fine to him and didn't look to be the one to start any sort of trouble. Which wouldn't be his problem because he didn't care if anyone died in the Ascendants. Washington kept his distance from the group, situating himself off to the side. Fuck he was tired. He hadn't slept in the last two days either. The Freelancer yawned inside of his helmet, but it was silent so no one would be able to see him doing so. Once he was done, the former human would speak in a deadpanned tone that he usually spoke in. [b]"Agent Washington." The armored creature would state looking at the other. His dark grey paws shifted slightly on the ground as he didn't know what the conversation would end up holding and he would prefer to get back to his patrols.

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Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]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