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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

Washington didn't really have any connections with anyone. At least not now. The ones that he used to trust were either dead or probably trying to kill him at the same time. The Freelancer also had never been to the wedding because there was little time for the likes of romance when it came to the likes of the military. Washington never really thought about starting a relationship when he became a Freelancer as his primary concern was that of the War. He got close to those that were in the project, but that was the extent of his interactions. He wasn't really one to flirt either way and when someone was a soldier there were some aspects of them that weren't the same as civilians either. Washington didn't honestly know what to say when Marg had asked him to play as security for renewing their vows. Something that the Freelancer had no idea what it actually was but simply agreed. Reluctantly. Washington knew that he was just doing this to get onto the good side and didn't really know either of them personally. He didn't own them anything, but if he offered them enough favors it would mean that they would need to pay him back sooner or later.

It was strategic, like he usually was. The Freelancer wasn't about to leave anything to chance and acquired a AR-15 rifle. A gun that he wasn't really used to using, and the permission had been given to him by Marg to carry the gun. Washington honestly didn't really have any idea for the high amount of security considering that this group didn't really seem to have all that many enemies at the time. He knew that Suiteheart had ended up dying and coming back to life but he didn't know the entire story behind it really. Having a weapon in his hands again was certainly a nice feeling, and he felt like a soldier again. All that he had ever wanted as it gave him a form of meaning. The gun was a black color and had a small scope on it. He had no intention of really interacting with anyone that he came across. He was here for security and nothing else. The human didn't have any of his usual armor on though, and instead the only armor he had was his helmet. He almost never seemed to take the damn thing off, and this situation wasn't different either.

If there was going to be a gunfight, he would prefer to cover his head a little bit. He was fairly certain that there were bulletproof suits, but in this time era, he wasn't exactly sure how extensive the technology actually was. The suit that he was wearing was a regular black suit with a tie. He certainly looked well kept for once in a long while, but that was because someone had to practically dress him. It had been YEARS since he had to tie and a tie, and he was embarrassed when he had to ask Carolina to tie it for him. Washington was already in position off to the side of where the altar was, looking at the crowd of chairs that were soon to be filled. He had a good vantage point and his eyes were constantly looking around to make sure that he didn't see anything. He felt like he was another mission again, and his body reacted as if by muscle memory. Even if it was just a wedding and there was barely any danger to it all. There was a black strap that held the gun to his chest, and he always seemed to keep his hand on his gun.

He secretly had a small concealed pistol on the back portion of his belt in case he was attached in close quarters. Never leaving anything up to chance, and one could even say that he was maybe a little bit overdramatic. Occasionally, he would stop looking around and look down at the gun in his hands, turning it over as it to make sure that everything was going to be fine with it. Once done, he would begin to patrol the area by sight, and if he thought someone was suspicious, he would make sure to look at them at a distance and keep them on his radar. Carolina had been in regular clothes when he had left, so he had no idea what she was going to end up wearing and where she would end up getting it from as well. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth as he thought about what he had ended up becoming. A security guard. Sure, he had gone through a couple escort missions, and they weren't his favorite because something always went wrong. But here he was, armed and ready to shoot at anyone that he deemed suspicious. He wasn't trigger happy though, as he wasn't an idiot. There were usually signs that came from someone that wanted to start trouble. For now, Washington remained silent like he usually did.

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Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black][b]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