I can feel it pulling me back -- open, sick (100th post)

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - sassy

Getting sick as a super soldier wasn't something that really happened all that often. Considering the advancement of technology, it just meant that they were basically going to have vaccines for everything. He was vaccinated early when he was a child before he was vaccinated again before joining the military. He was given a complete physical examination when it came to the likes of joining Project Freelancer as they needed to make sure that they were healthy. He had been to many different alien planets and never had to think about potential illnesses that could happen there. As far as the army knew, the aliens didn't have a form of chemical warfare that could end up making them incredibly ill if they inhaled the substance. So, that was one last thing that they had to worry about during the War. One was more likely to die from a bullet than the likes of getting a cold or pneumonia. Health care was at its all-time high, as one could have organs copy and replaced and one could have their bodies augmented and changed. Washington remembered hearing about the Spartan programs and what they did to those that were in the said Spartan program. He doubted he would have survived something like that back in the day, even if some of the methods that they used were on the hush because they didn't want news getting out to the likes of the alien race that they were going up against.

He was pretty sure during his entire time on the Mother of Invention, Washington never got sick once. He constantly checked his health, well it was more like a requirement for those that worked for the Project. They couldn't afford to give someone time to heal if they ended up getting sick. That was years of never having a cold, and allergies were nonexistent when someone wore a helmet constantly and they were in space. Disease was always something that was talked about on a ship with so many members that lived in it, but the medical staff did their damned best to keep everything sanitized, and the soldiers did what they were told so that they didn't end up getting sick. He wasn't sure if he remembered correctly, but he was fairly certain that Maine ended up getting sick once after coming back from a mission. He couldn't remember what exactly it was but it wasn't like it mattered all that much. Washington didn't know what to do in a place like this when it came to getting sick. He wasn't immune to everything here and he doubted that the body he currently had had vaccines in them. A thought that he never really had to consider when it came to getting sick as he constantly wore his gear anyway and the air filters meant that any toxic gas couldn't make its way through to his nose anyway. The Freelancer blinked his eyes as he was coming back from his daily run. Although it was more of a daily trot considering that he still had his left leg that was broken.

It was healing nicely, but it was going to take a damn long time before he could use it to full capacity. He was avoiding getting into trouble as he knew that fighting with what he had now was basically impossible. It wasn't hard to hear the Freelancer coming as he made his way toward the observatory, his metal armor rattling with each limped step that he took. Behind his visor, he saw Suiteheart and the former medic of the group. He wasn't sure if he remembered their name as they didn't really interact with one another. She wasn't the person that had patched up his arm obviously. Washington began to make his way over to notice that the former medic was wearing a mask over their face. Washington knew at least what that was, and taking in the features of the domestic cat he wasn't sure what to think. The injured smilodon stopped a little bit of a distance from them, and his facial features were hidden by his helmet. [b]"I'm no vet.... but I'm pretty sure cats aren't supposed to look like that." He didn't intend for what he said to be rude. It was just an observation really. The other looked feeble and weak. Exhausted. Washington knew what it felt like to be tired, but he wasn't sick and probably couldn't get sick as long as he had his helmet on. Another reason why he constantly kept the thing on. Washington would simply stand there, interested to know if whatever the domestic cat had could potentially spread to others. Church didn't always wear his helmet, and Carolina didn't have any gear and was susceptible to getting sick.

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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