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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Washington didn't know a whole lot when it came to the likes of wildlife. The simple reason why he didn't know that much despite being a human, was that there wasn't all much to worry about with wildlife when the world was at War and everyone was busy making weapons to win the war. There was no reason for him to know the basic animals that still existed on Earth when they started to run out of resources, but thanks to be able to terraform other planets meant that they were able to move different populations so that heir main planet wasn't going to remain overpopulated. It certainly helped, but that meant that other lifeforms were able to find out what they were, and decide that they were going to be a potential threat to their livelihood. That's how the war started when an entire planet was destroyed because of the beliefs of the aliens that they were fighting against, and the way that his father had died during the war as well. Washington didn't despise the alien creatures that wanted them dead on the simple factor that killing his father didn't really change who he was in life. He was incredibly young, barely able to figure out what the world was like around him already, so the death of his father and the concept of death made Washington extremely confused at that age.
It wasn't until he was older that he understood, and through the entirety of high school, they weren't exactly taught an extensive biology class that went over the different animals. Even if he could remember exactly the classes he had when he was younger, those memories were probably replaced when the being that was implanted inside of his head tried to kill itself, replacing his memories with its own. He didn't remember a whole lot of his childhood because of that, and only remembered Allison and when she said that she was going to War and didn't come back. Leaving the Director in an extreme state of grief. Washington did fairly good when it came to school, although since his mother was a single parent it meant that he had to help her around with his two sisters. Harder said than done when they became teenagers and didn't really want to listen to him, but he got through it. He was bullied when he was younger on the factor that his father had died and that he wasn't able to really make any friends as he started working at a young age to help his mother and to watch his sisters. Ultimately, that meant he ended up snapping at the one bully that would never leave him alone, and the boy almost killed the other child when he smashed his head up against the curb.
After that, he didn't really have all that much interest in school, and he was more focused on what he was going to do with his life. As the War progressed more and more, he realized that humanity wasn't winning said War and something needed to be done. When he came to age, Washington enrolled himself into the military, joining the marines of the UNSC. At the young age of 18, he was put onto the battlefield with limited training and it was there that he was able to make a little bit of a difference. The more he looked around through the more that he realized that they actually weren't making all that much progress in the missions that they went on. He got promoted here and there for his works at a young age before an incident happened where he was forced to shoot his commanding officer and betray authority to save the life of his men. He wasn't going to die for anything when he wanted to help his family back on Earth so that they could live a better life than what he was going through. After being court-martialed from the UNSC, he joined another military program that dealt with the experimentation of AI's and super soldiers. Washington didn't know what joining said project would ultimately ruin his life and almost leave him basically with nothing.
Considering that, the Freelancer had nothing but a military background since he got out of High School. When he first arrived in this world, which still confused as to how it was possible, the male had no idea what animals he was talking to. He had pet cats when he was younger, so it wasn't surprising to see domestic cats around, but everything else made him extremely confused. Washington had to ask for books so that he could brush up on some of the local wildlife. The smaller animals that came and went, were some that he didn't really understand all that much. Cats he could understand, dogs were common as well, but giant beasts that were the size of a scorpion tank? That was out of his pay grade. Washington barely even knew what he was until he looked it up in a book, and he was something that was supposed to be extinct. Not something that others would really be able to tell unless they knew the physical structure of what a smilodon was as his helmet hid the most familiar characteristic of them. The Freelancer had yet to really run into a threat when it came to the likes of the animals that lived in the outpost perimeter. He saw a couple deer here and there, and maybe some other herbivorous creatures, but nothing with the likes of a bear.
Washington was smaller than a bear but weighed just as much as one did thanks to the inclusion of the armor that he wore on his body, almost reaching 1000lbs in total. That didn't mean he was great when it came to fighting though. He had an issue with fighting in a body that he wasn't used to, and since he constantly wore a helmet it meant that he wouldn't be able to use his mouth to attack anything and just hope that his claws did the work. Either way, he constantly did his own patrols that were part of his schedule and regimen that he followed strictly. He would patrol the entire territory, making sure that there was no one else similar to him that was walking around. Maine was still at large, and the last thing he needed was to get attacked by the hellhound and get his arm broken again. Early morning was when he took his morning run until he came back to the Observatory to eat, then he would go on his patrols for the several hours at a time, and then he would start working on upgrading his helmet. Washington has managed to upgrade his helmet recently, or at least he was on the path to upgrading it. It allowed him to see the bone structure of anyone that he looked at, aka x-ray vision, but it sounded dorky when someone said it like that.
The forest was one of the places he patrolled the most as most civilians went in that direction. The armored smilodon was used to having a routine, and it was having a routine in the first place that kept him from actually going insane. Having his schedule out of order messed his mind up as he was far too used to a militaristic lifestyle to not have it. It wasn't hard to hear the smilodon coming, as the metal armor that he wore rattled with each step that he took. Thanks to the fact that he wore a helmet on his face, meant that he wasn't able to smell if someone was nearby, but instead just find someone by sight and sound. He always refused to take his helmet off. Luckily for him though, seeing something bright yellow was usually an indicator that there was something there, and Washington stopped at least 20ft away from the canine. He narrowed his gold and blue eyes as he watched the animal. Oh wait. He recognized that guy. He was new, and he seemed to be the incredibly nervous type when Washington approached him on the border. What was his name again? Damn. He couldn't remember. The other's behavior was certainly sporadic, a sign that he had seen before in other animals that he has come across.
Sighing to himself, the Freelancer began to make his way over toward the canine, but would ultimately keep a 10ft distance and speak from where he was. He enjoyed having a large amount of personal space, and it was obvious when he interacted with other civilians he sported the same behavior. [b]"Is something wrong?" Washington stated in his usual deadpanned and soldier-isk tone toward the canine. His facial expressions hidden underneath his helmet as he looked the other over carefully, making assumptions about him already. Washington would ultimately end up raising one of his dark grey paws and touching the side of his helmet, turning on the x-ray vision that he had and looking over the skeleton of the male in front of him. There didn't seem to be any injuries to the others bone, which was good because he only knew the basics of being a medic. Once he figured that out, he touched the button on the right side of his helmet again, turning off the x-ray vision. He had to blink his eyes a couple times, as it strained his eyes. Which was strange to Washington as his eyes shouldn't be affected, but he wasn't about to vocally say anything like that.
howieIt wasn't until he was older that he understood, and through the entirety of high school, they weren't exactly taught an extensive biology class that went over the different animals. Even if he could remember exactly the classes he had when he was younger, those memories were probably replaced when the being that was implanted inside of his head tried to kill itself, replacing his memories with its own. He didn't remember a whole lot of his childhood because of that, and only remembered Allison and when she said that she was going to War and didn't come back. Leaving the Director in an extreme state of grief. Washington did fairly good when it came to school, although since his mother was a single parent it meant that he had to help her around with his two sisters. Harder said than done when they became teenagers and didn't really want to listen to him, but he got through it. He was bullied when he was younger on the factor that his father had died and that he wasn't able to really make any friends as he started working at a young age to help his mother and to watch his sisters. Ultimately, that meant he ended up snapping at the one bully that would never leave him alone, and the boy almost killed the other child when he smashed his head up against the curb.
After that, he didn't really have all that much interest in school, and he was more focused on what he was going to do with his life. As the War progressed more and more, he realized that humanity wasn't winning said War and something needed to be done. When he came to age, Washington enrolled himself into the military, joining the marines of the UNSC. At the young age of 18, he was put onto the battlefield with limited training and it was there that he was able to make a little bit of a difference. The more he looked around through the more that he realized that they actually weren't making all that much progress in the missions that they went on. He got promoted here and there for his works at a young age before an incident happened where he was forced to shoot his commanding officer and betray authority to save the life of his men. He wasn't going to die for anything when he wanted to help his family back on Earth so that they could live a better life than what he was going through. After being court-martialed from the UNSC, he joined another military program that dealt with the experimentation of AI's and super soldiers. Washington didn't know what joining said project would ultimately ruin his life and almost leave him basically with nothing.
Considering that, the Freelancer had nothing but a military background since he got out of High School. When he first arrived in this world, which still confused as to how it was possible, the male had no idea what animals he was talking to. He had pet cats when he was younger, so it wasn't surprising to see domestic cats around, but everything else made him extremely confused. Washington had to ask for books so that he could brush up on some of the local wildlife. The smaller animals that came and went, were some that he didn't really understand all that much. Cats he could understand, dogs were common as well, but giant beasts that were the size of a scorpion tank? That was out of his pay grade. Washington barely even knew what he was until he looked it up in a book, and he was something that was supposed to be extinct. Not something that others would really be able to tell unless they knew the physical structure of what a smilodon was as his helmet hid the most familiar characteristic of them. The Freelancer had yet to really run into a threat when it came to the likes of the animals that lived in the outpost perimeter. He saw a couple deer here and there, and maybe some other herbivorous creatures, but nothing with the likes of a bear.
Washington was smaller than a bear but weighed just as much as one did thanks to the inclusion of the armor that he wore on his body, almost reaching 1000lbs in total. That didn't mean he was great when it came to fighting though. He had an issue with fighting in a body that he wasn't used to, and since he constantly wore a helmet it meant that he wouldn't be able to use his mouth to attack anything and just hope that his claws did the work. Either way, he constantly did his own patrols that were part of his schedule and regimen that he followed strictly. He would patrol the entire territory, making sure that there was no one else similar to him that was walking around. Maine was still at large, and the last thing he needed was to get attacked by the hellhound and get his arm broken again. Early morning was when he took his morning run until he came back to the Observatory to eat, then he would go on his patrols for the several hours at a time, and then he would start working on upgrading his helmet. Washington has managed to upgrade his helmet recently, or at least he was on the path to upgrading it. It allowed him to see the bone structure of anyone that he looked at, aka x-ray vision, but it sounded dorky when someone said it like that.
The forest was one of the places he patrolled the most as most civilians went in that direction. The armored smilodon was used to having a routine, and it was having a routine in the first place that kept him from actually going insane. Having his schedule out of order messed his mind up as he was far too used to a militaristic lifestyle to not have it. It wasn't hard to hear the smilodon coming, as the metal armor that he wore rattled with each step that he took. Thanks to the fact that he wore a helmet on his face, meant that he wasn't able to smell if someone was nearby, but instead just find someone by sight and sound. He always refused to take his helmet off. Luckily for him though, seeing something bright yellow was usually an indicator that there was something there, and Washington stopped at least 20ft away from the canine. He narrowed his gold and blue eyes as he watched the animal. Oh wait. He recognized that guy. He was new, and he seemed to be the incredibly nervous type when Washington approached him on the border. What was his name again? Damn. He couldn't remember. The other's behavior was certainly sporadic, a sign that he had seen before in other animals that he has come across.
Sighing to himself, the Freelancer began to make his way over toward the canine, but would ultimately keep a 10ft distance and speak from where he was. He enjoyed having a large amount of personal space, and it was obvious when he interacted with other civilians he sported the same behavior. [b]"Is something wrong?" Washington stated in his usual deadpanned and soldier-isk tone toward the canine. His facial expressions hidden underneath his helmet as he looked the other over carefully, making assumptions about him already. Washington would ultimately end up raising one of his dark grey paws and touching the side of his helmet, turning on the x-ray vision that he had and looking over the skeleton of the male in front of him. There didn't seem to be any injuries to the others bone, which was good because he only knew the basics of being a medic. Once he figured that out, he touched the button on the right side of his helmet again, turning off the x-ray vision. He had to blink his eyes a couple times, as it strained his eyes. Which was strange to Washington as his eyes shouldn't be affected, but he wasn't about to vocally say anything like that.
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