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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Trust was something that was earned and not given. That was one of the many words that he remembered from his commanding officer when he joined the UNSC military during the time of the war. That meant that he rest of the army wasn't going to end up trusting him until he earned it. Something that he was quick to understand, and knew that he was going to have to prove himself as being someone that is actually a capable soldier. There were few that simply had their ego get the better of them and think that they didn't need someone's trust and just did whateer the hell that they wanted. Washington was going to be the best soldier that he could be though, and that meant he was going to listen to what his commanding officers ended up telling him. Over time as he worked with the squads, they gained his trust and he gained theirs. Trust being seriously important when they are following orders and know that they won't abandon each other on the battlefield and trust them that they wouldn't shoot each other in the back by accident. There were a couple jokes that were tossed around here and there between one of the comrades that they worked with that were a terrible shot.
When they weren't in a serious situation, they would make jokes as to how long it was going to take for that person to end up shooting someone. Of course, they were doing it in a friendly manner and knew that their friend was a capable soldier if he trained enough. There was no fear of that person actually shooting them in the back, but that couldn't be said for others. He remembered seeing some soldiers abandon their post in order to save their own lives, which wasn't acceptable. They were probably either killed in their attempts or court martialed like he was for their actions. Either way, it didn't end well for them. Right now Washington had little to no trust with anyone. The only trust that he had was with both Carolina and Imperia. He doubted that Imperia was actually capable of doing any sort of bodily harm, and that's what he was concerned about. And he believed that Carolina still needed him in some way. They worked with each other over and over again that they knew exactly how they were going to fight, and what to expectations to hold against the other. He trusted Carolina somewhat. He didn't trust her if she was going to have to make a tough decision if Texas was around or if somehow the Director ended up making it to this world too. It would certainly complicate things and he wouldn't know which side to take since he knew the truth of why everything was created in the first place.
Carolina was important to him though, when the other had disappeared for simply hours as he believed that she was going to remain dead forever, he believed that was going to be the end of that. He didn't know what to do with himself, as Church was also gone, and he wasn't about to try and spark a conversation with Texas either. He didn't want to turn to any of the civilians for help, as it would make it seem like he was weak when he definitely wasn't. Sure, he had a broken arm around that time, but he wasn't going to show the pain that he was in. They were great when they were masking pain, as they were forced to during their time in Project Freelancer. They wouldn't torture them as that wouldn't be ethical, but being put through exercises that were going to injure them or cause them to bleed? He guessed it could be considered a type of torture that was hidden from everyone else. Because of the lack of trust that he had with others, he refused to show the likes of his face to those that he encountered. There was no reason to when he would probably never see them again anyway. He wanted to preserve what he wanted himself to be, and being the likes of a giant cat wasn't one of them. It wasn't who he was. He didn't consider himself ugly in any sense of the word. Not like being an animal could be called handsome either.
He wasn't an animal. He was a human. Nothing that happened in this world would change that, and he would refuse to accept it. Even Carolina, who they shared a room with each other, a room that they rarely used that there was probably dust collecting in several different locations, had yet to actually see what his face looked like. He only lifted his helmet slightly if he was around others while he was eating. Imperia had talked to him how it was strange to simply talk to a visor and not a face. Washington didn't see the problem, as he was used to talking to helmets through the majority of his life and military career. The Freelancer felt like he should never trust anyone again. Why should he? Everyone from his world would probably be the exact same after all. None of these thoughts currently went through Washington's head as he stared blankly at the waterfall in front of him. His head would dip slightly on occasion as he tried his best to keep awake as the sound of the waterfall was strangely soothing. Sleeping where everything was quiet usually wasn't fun for him, as any noise that happened would easily wake him up. But loud noises could also mean that he wouldn't hear someone coming and be killed. Unlike Carolina, he believed that once he died, he was going to stay dead. So, he didn't hear Carolina coming until she started talking.
He didn't jump in surprise, as they had been trained not to really be taken by surprise by anything. His mind woke itself up as he turned his head in the direction that the serval was coming down from. The other was still fairly smaller than her leopard body, but she was basically the size of Church and Caboose. Size didn't matter though as long as one could fight properly. He didn't say anything or really react to her words. He knew that it probably wasn't right for him to wear his helmet, but part of him didn't care either. He always wore it. He never took it off. It was a form of security that he held onto with a death grip. He didn't move his head she tapped the metal object, hearing it echo inside of his helmet. He clenched his jaw as he seriously seemed to debate whether or not to take his helmet off. So much so that his paws began to shuffle underneath him and that his head craned to the side until his neck cracked. [b]"Well... uhh I guess you're right." Washington said with almost a nervous chuckle, but he also sounded embarrassed. Wearing armor was just second nature to him. The Freelancer raised both of his paws, and lifted the helmet off of his face, and put the helmet down onto the ground next to him.
He wasn't really all that fluffy thanks to what species of animal that he was. Scars covered his face, primarily the left side of his face. The long teeth that his species was most known for using seemed to be cracked in half, barely coming down past his chin. There was a scar across the bridge of his nose, one across his left eye, and then one across the left side of his mouth. Scars that he had when he was a human and it obviously looked like they were made with a knife. His eyes were a deep golden color, a darker yellow than the yellow accents that covered his armor, although there was blue around the inside of his pupil. Something that Washington had noticed the first time that he really looked himself over, and he guessed it was probably because of what Epsilon had done to him. Not remembering the blue ring on his eyes when he was a human. The scar on the back of his neck now basically in full view, the scarring going the base of his skull as it branched out in multiple different directions. His face resembling that like a lion, but simply without the mane.
Washington didn't give specific eye contact toward Carolina, as he wasn't sure what her reaction would be. He felt naked without his helmet on, even if he was an animal now. She was right though, it was just them. He exhaled slowly before he remembered her asking about the meat that he brought. Which sounded strange repeating that in his head but they were animals now so everything was strange. "O-Oh! I asked Imperia to make something else other than jerky, and she made some deer steak. I remember steak being pretty great, so I thought you'd want to try something instead of just eating nothing but jerky." Washington stated calmly, not seeming as embarrassed as he was before but the thoughts were still in the back of his mind. Then pull the small metal, basically lunch box, box toward him, he opened up the lid and watched as fresh steam came from it. They were sliced in a specific way so that the pieces could be eaten in one bite. They didn't exactly have hands, but Washington unsheathed his white claws and impaled a small portion of the seasoned and cooked meat before putting it into his mouth and humming in content. This was much better than jerky.
howieWhen they weren't in a serious situation, they would make jokes as to how long it was going to take for that person to end up shooting someone. Of course, they were doing it in a friendly manner and knew that their friend was a capable soldier if he trained enough. There was no fear of that person actually shooting them in the back, but that couldn't be said for others. He remembered seeing some soldiers abandon their post in order to save their own lives, which wasn't acceptable. They were probably either killed in their attempts or court martialed like he was for their actions. Either way, it didn't end well for them. Right now Washington had little to no trust with anyone. The only trust that he had was with both Carolina and Imperia. He doubted that Imperia was actually capable of doing any sort of bodily harm, and that's what he was concerned about. And he believed that Carolina still needed him in some way. They worked with each other over and over again that they knew exactly how they were going to fight, and what to expectations to hold against the other. He trusted Carolina somewhat. He didn't trust her if she was going to have to make a tough decision if Texas was around or if somehow the Director ended up making it to this world too. It would certainly complicate things and he wouldn't know which side to take since he knew the truth of why everything was created in the first place.
Carolina was important to him though, when the other had disappeared for simply hours as he believed that she was going to remain dead forever, he believed that was going to be the end of that. He didn't know what to do with himself, as Church was also gone, and he wasn't about to try and spark a conversation with Texas either. He didn't want to turn to any of the civilians for help, as it would make it seem like he was weak when he definitely wasn't. Sure, he had a broken arm around that time, but he wasn't going to show the pain that he was in. They were great when they were masking pain, as they were forced to during their time in Project Freelancer. They wouldn't torture them as that wouldn't be ethical, but being put through exercises that were going to injure them or cause them to bleed? He guessed it could be considered a type of torture that was hidden from everyone else. Because of the lack of trust that he had with others, he refused to show the likes of his face to those that he encountered. There was no reason to when he would probably never see them again anyway. He wanted to preserve what he wanted himself to be, and being the likes of a giant cat wasn't one of them. It wasn't who he was. He didn't consider himself ugly in any sense of the word. Not like being an animal could be called handsome either.
He wasn't an animal. He was a human. Nothing that happened in this world would change that, and he would refuse to accept it. Even Carolina, who they shared a room with each other, a room that they rarely used that there was probably dust collecting in several different locations, had yet to actually see what his face looked like. He only lifted his helmet slightly if he was around others while he was eating. Imperia had talked to him how it was strange to simply talk to a visor and not a face. Washington didn't see the problem, as he was used to talking to helmets through the majority of his life and military career. The Freelancer felt like he should never trust anyone again. Why should he? Everyone from his world would probably be the exact same after all. None of these thoughts currently went through Washington's head as he stared blankly at the waterfall in front of him. His head would dip slightly on occasion as he tried his best to keep awake as the sound of the waterfall was strangely soothing. Sleeping where everything was quiet usually wasn't fun for him, as any noise that happened would easily wake him up. But loud noises could also mean that he wouldn't hear someone coming and be killed. Unlike Carolina, he believed that once he died, he was going to stay dead. So, he didn't hear Carolina coming until she started talking.
He didn't jump in surprise, as they had been trained not to really be taken by surprise by anything. His mind woke itself up as he turned his head in the direction that the serval was coming down from. The other was still fairly smaller than her leopard body, but she was basically the size of Church and Caboose. Size didn't matter though as long as one could fight properly. He didn't say anything or really react to her words. He knew that it probably wasn't right for him to wear his helmet, but part of him didn't care either. He always wore it. He never took it off. It was a form of security that he held onto with a death grip. He didn't move his head she tapped the metal object, hearing it echo inside of his helmet. He clenched his jaw as he seriously seemed to debate whether or not to take his helmet off. So much so that his paws began to shuffle underneath him and that his head craned to the side until his neck cracked. [b]"Well... uhh I guess you're right." Washington said with almost a nervous chuckle, but he also sounded embarrassed. Wearing armor was just second nature to him. The Freelancer raised both of his paws, and lifted the helmet off of his face, and put the helmet down onto the ground next to him.
He wasn't really all that fluffy thanks to what species of animal that he was. Scars covered his face, primarily the left side of his face. The long teeth that his species was most known for using seemed to be cracked in half, barely coming down past his chin. There was a scar across the bridge of his nose, one across his left eye, and then one across the left side of his mouth. Scars that he had when he was a human and it obviously looked like they were made with a knife. His eyes were a deep golden color, a darker yellow than the yellow accents that covered his armor, although there was blue around the inside of his pupil. Something that Washington had noticed the first time that he really looked himself over, and he guessed it was probably because of what Epsilon had done to him. Not remembering the blue ring on his eyes when he was a human. The scar on the back of his neck now basically in full view, the scarring going the base of his skull as it branched out in multiple different directions. His face resembling that like a lion, but simply without the mane.
Washington didn't give specific eye contact toward Carolina, as he wasn't sure what her reaction would be. He felt naked without his helmet on, even if he was an animal now. She was right though, it was just them. He exhaled slowly before he remembered her asking about the meat that he brought. Which sounded strange repeating that in his head but they were animals now so everything was strange. "O-Oh! I asked Imperia to make something else other than jerky, and she made some deer steak. I remember steak being pretty great, so I thought you'd want to try something instead of just eating nothing but jerky." Washington stated calmly, not seeming as embarrassed as he was before but the thoughts were still in the back of his mind. Then pull the small metal, basically lunch box, box toward him, he opened up the lid and watched as fresh steam came from it. They were sliced in a specific way so that the pieces could be eaten in one bite. They didn't exactly have hands, but Washington unsheathed his white claws and impaled a small portion of the seasoned and cooked meat before putting it into his mouth and humming in content. This was much better than jerky.
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