MIND ON ME - open; captured Typhooner

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

They were murderers. Not like anyone else in this group knew about it of course. But if they told them the number of people that they have actually killed it would probably bring up certain issues. It wasn't like they could have or even use guns here though, so they didn't really have all that much to worry about in Washington's eyes. At least that's what he would like to tell themselves. Washington didn't take great joy in killing others. The only reaosn he took the life of others was because that was expected of him. That's why he was there in the first place. He was there to be a soldier and soldiers shot those that were going against them with no questions asked. He did exactly that, but he wasn't some sick person who enjoyed killing others. He was fairly certain that he could speak for the rest of the Freelancers in that term. They didn't care about who they killed, they just knew that they were going to kill someone. He never witnessed any of the Freelancers laughing to themselves as they killed someone. They were professionals and did their job, most of the time, in a professional manner.

They didn't like to mess around when it came to killing others. It was their job, yes, but that was all it was their job. He would kill someone if he didn't get answers himself, but to do in such a manner to say that he liked hearing the sound of broken bones would never be something that he could use to describe what was going on inside of his mine. Sure, he had gone through a bit of insanity during the failed implantation, but that hadn't been his fault but instead the fault of the organization. And he felt pain and nothing like happiness. Washington knew that there was probably something going through Carolina's head since she came back to life, but he never thought that it was going to be something that could be considered serious. Everything got better over time, and he simply believed that Carolina would get over whatever she was going through. Washington knew what it takes to win a war with strategy, and giving the enemy information was the last thing that they needed to do, even if it was about their own soldier that could have been killed in battle. Of course, the others could assume that the other was never captured, and instead assume that the group did kill them, which was the more likely option as they didn't seem to care if they killed their members or not.

The Freelancer could care less about the lives of those that could be killed in this war, as it wasn't their problem so why were they helping them? It would be a means of a trust, and since they were able to take on the other animals with almost ease, they could end the war quickly. Now if they had the weapons they had while they were humans, Washington would know that this war would already be over. The armored smilodon still had a frown across his facial features when the smirk seemed to come back onto her face. That couldn't be right, why was she enjoying herself so much? It felt wrong in the pit of his stomach, and his shortened tail lashed behind him. Hearing her words though, Washington immediately shook his head. This wasn't strategic at all. [b]"You can't return his body to them. It's better that they never realize he died or that he went missing at all. That means they'll take longer to form another raid.

Giving them the body back will simply give them a reason to attack again and we don't even have a strategy when they do." Washington said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Because it should be. Carolina wasn't thinking properly, because they would just be putting more of the civilians in danger by doing something that rash. She agreed for him to form a reconnaissance squad, but then she started to pick up the corpse and make her way out of the observatory. Washington moved his way so that he was standing in the serval's way, his side slightly showing the other Freelancer. His pupils were narrowed in slits like any other cat, but no one could see the frustration behind the helmet he wore. "You can't take its body back. It will make the situation more complicated." Washington said, almost as if he was giving some type of order. Did she not realize what she was trying to do? It simply made no sense, and he was desperately trying to get her from doing so. If she ran around him with the speed that she still had, he wouldn't be able to grab her in time thanks to the broken arm that he still had.

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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 |  KUIPER CORPORAL [HP] | 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 (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