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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
The 'clans' or whatever everyone decided to call them, didn't really make sense to Washington. He had grown up basically in an entire military career. His father had been in the military and he had joined well after his father's death in the war that would determine whether their species would live or die. It was certainly a lot of pressure on one's shoulders, especially if they would never know if they had made a difference or not in the battle that they were in. Washington was used to having everything organized, and if a situation went completely to shit it just meant that they would end up improvising and go from there. It wasn't that hard, but that didn't mean Washington enjoyed doing it, especially during his time in Project Freelancer. It was there that they had to improvise on occasion, and that improvising usually ended up with them jumping off of a skyscraper or something worse. He was the rookie of the group through which meant that he hadn't ended up going through as much as they did. Improvising meant that they put their lives on the end on the simple whim that it would end up working.
Now in this sort of world, there was nothing but improvising and for once he would love to find something that was remotely familiar. He was used to being given orders, and being the soldier that he was. But with an outpost like this where everyone was basically allowed free whim, it wasn't something that he was used to. He was used to doing whatever he wanted in the group and no one really arguing against it because they didn't have to. It wasn't like he was causing trouble by gathering information and trying to fix his gear now, was he? But, he wasn't sure how he felt about being in an outpost that was run by animals. He wasn't even sure if all of them were that strong even after the attack that had happened to them. The Freelancers were perfectly fine during the fight of course but that was because they were trained for war. These guys obviously weren't. At least from what he could tell anyway. Washington couldn't harbor all that much respect for others that were just animals and he was used to being a human, even if he had been in an outpost like this for a couple months now. He still felt disconnected, but he knew that was expected, so he just stuck around Carolina, so that he would have some sort of familiarity around him anyway.
Washington had yet to go to the rest of the outpost, or clans, that lived around the area. Not only had he had to deal with a broken leg, but he also had to figure out how to get all of his gear in working order which was harder said than done. No one bothered him when he worked really, and he appreciated it. The armored smilodon usually did his own border patrols alone so that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else. He wasn't the real social guy type, but that didn't mean he couldn't force himself to be. Which was actually fairly easy for him to get a hold of. The lion-sized animal scanned the borders that he walked passed, checking to make sure that he didn't miss anything, and especially so that he didn't miss any gear that was brought to this world with them. The armor that he wore was indeed metal and covered the front portion of his body. The helmet he never took off hid all of his facial expressions so it was hard to see how he would react to things. Washington liked that though, and so far no one in the group, or even Carolina have seen him with his helmet off. Since he wore that helmet though, it meant that he wasn't able to catch the scents of those that he didn't recognize. He had to rely on his sense of hearing to do that for him, and it was certainly difficult to get around when some creatures seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Washington was one of the larger animals that lived in this place, around the same size as Moon, but a lot smaller than Anzarel who was around 9ft tall and the size of a tank. Washington had made sure to avoid that guy quite a bit. Hearing voices that he didn't recognize, the former human began to make his way over and noticed that there was already a group that was forming. It was easy to hear the likes of him coming as his armor rattled with each step that he took. His gold visor pointed in the canines direction as he sat himself down, not making any statements while the others talked to everyone else. If he didn't have his helmet on, everyone would be able to see exactly how exhausted and miserable he felt. Washington didn't recognize the other as someone that he knew from his world, but it was obvious that the other was nervous.
Something Washington didn't bother to try and help with as the wellbeings of others around him didn't really concern him. In his human mind, they were still just animals and couldn't possibly relate to what he was going through. He craned his neck to the side until he heard a crack emitting from his neck, a habit that he did whenever he had a headache. Finally, the other stated that he was interested in joining, which most animals were when they came from different portions of the world. [b]"This outpost gives shelter to those that need and or request it." Washington would explain in his own military terms that the other was basically accepted if he wanted to stay. There was a pause from when he was talking, till he spoke up again introducing himself. "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would state in his usual deadpanned tone. He remained sitting there if the canine had anything else to say.
howieNow in this sort of world, there was nothing but improvising and for once he would love to find something that was remotely familiar. He was used to being given orders, and being the soldier that he was. But with an outpost like this where everyone was basically allowed free whim, it wasn't something that he was used to. He was used to doing whatever he wanted in the group and no one really arguing against it because they didn't have to. It wasn't like he was causing trouble by gathering information and trying to fix his gear now, was he? But, he wasn't sure how he felt about being in an outpost that was run by animals. He wasn't even sure if all of them were that strong even after the attack that had happened to them. The Freelancers were perfectly fine during the fight of course but that was because they were trained for war. These guys obviously weren't. At least from what he could tell anyway. Washington couldn't harbor all that much respect for others that were just animals and he was used to being a human, even if he had been in an outpost like this for a couple months now. He still felt disconnected, but he knew that was expected, so he just stuck around Carolina, so that he would have some sort of familiarity around him anyway.
Washington had yet to go to the rest of the outpost, or clans, that lived around the area. Not only had he had to deal with a broken leg, but he also had to figure out how to get all of his gear in working order which was harder said than done. No one bothered him when he worked really, and he appreciated it. The armored smilodon usually did his own border patrols alone so that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else. He wasn't the real social guy type, but that didn't mean he couldn't force himself to be. Which was actually fairly easy for him to get a hold of. The lion-sized animal scanned the borders that he walked passed, checking to make sure that he didn't miss anything, and especially so that he didn't miss any gear that was brought to this world with them. The armor that he wore was indeed metal and covered the front portion of his body. The helmet he never took off hid all of his facial expressions so it was hard to see how he would react to things. Washington liked that though, and so far no one in the group, or even Carolina have seen him with his helmet off. Since he wore that helmet though, it meant that he wasn't able to catch the scents of those that he didn't recognize. He had to rely on his sense of hearing to do that for him, and it was certainly difficult to get around when some creatures seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Washington was one of the larger animals that lived in this place, around the same size as Moon, but a lot smaller than Anzarel who was around 9ft tall and the size of a tank. Washington had made sure to avoid that guy quite a bit. Hearing voices that he didn't recognize, the former human began to make his way over and noticed that there was already a group that was forming. It was easy to hear the likes of him coming as his armor rattled with each step that he took. His gold visor pointed in the canines direction as he sat himself down, not making any statements while the others talked to everyone else. If he didn't have his helmet on, everyone would be able to see exactly how exhausted and miserable he felt. Washington didn't recognize the other as someone that he knew from his world, but it was obvious that the other was nervous.
Something Washington didn't bother to try and help with as the wellbeings of others around him didn't really concern him. In his human mind, they were still just animals and couldn't possibly relate to what he was going through. He craned his neck to the side until he heard a crack emitting from his neck, a habit that he did whenever he had a headache. Finally, the other stated that he was interested in joining, which most animals were when they came from different portions of the world. [b]"This outpost gives shelter to those that need and or request it." Washington would explain in his own military terms that the other was basically accepted if he wanted to stay. There was a pause from when he was talking, till he spoke up again introducing himself. "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would state in his usual deadpanned tone. He remained sitting there if the canine had anything else to say.
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