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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
(Retro to Ascendants in lockdown)
Washington was great when it came to dealing with weapons. As a soldier, someone had to at least have an idea on how to shoot a gun or even use a secondary weapon in case an enemy got too close to them. There were several instances where he was first learning how to shoot and didn't know where the bullet was going to end up landing. All those that came with great skills weren't always that great at the beginning and it took him a little bit of time before he became known for being able to almost make his shot. He was a marksman after all, and he didn't know what he would be good at when it came to doing anything regarding the military. At the young age of 18, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, except for the fact that he wanted to help with the War, a War that his own father had died serving in. They were in basic training for a couple years to educate themselves, and it almost felt like he was in school again. It was annoying, to say the least, but he wasn't given much of a choice, because once he had signed on to join the military, it meant that they would have control of him for basically the rest of his life until he was done serving. They owned him.
He had signed his life away, and it wouldn't be the first time either. The Freelancer was forced to learn the different terms that the military would use while they were in the field. He needed to learn how to take apart the many different types of guns that they had, so this way they would be able to figure out what category to put him in. He was no pilot. He was no engineer. He was a foot soldier, and that was the category that he was put in once they figured out exactly what he was capable of dealing with a gun. He had to learn how to clean said guns though, take them apart and then put them back together. Compared to some of the rest of the soldiers that he worked with, Washington was well known for being able to adapt to a situation. He was extremely versatile with the equipment that he was given and usually, he got results in the end. But that doesn't mean he was capable of saving everyone either, instead, he remembered the faces of the soldiers that were under his command that would die in the field. Death came with War, and the death of others didn't really bother him all that much as he would have thought, as one needed to tune it out if they were going to be capable of working after a failed mission.
He became known for his marksmanship, and it was when he was court-martialed that he was still known for it. Sure, he didn't get up that high in the ranks when it came to the military, but it still meant something. He was great when fighting at a medium to long range distance with his rifle. But what did he have now? He was in a strange world where weapons were nonexistent. He knew that there were some strange abilities that these animals had, which most of the time didn't even make sense to the former human. It reminded him of some technology that would allow them to take control of certain aspects of the elements, but that technology wasn't used all that often compared to the likes of bullets. He couldn't even hold a gun if he tried now with the paws he had, and it was incredibly frustrating because it meant he was reduced to using nothing but brute force. That wasn't the way he was used to fighting, sure, he could fight in close combat and maybe win, but that wasn't the way he preferred to do it. If he was forced into close combat, he was used to fighting with a knife. But since human items weren't exactly common in the outpost that he was in, it meant that he was going to have to search elsewhere.
Sunhaven was an outpost that came into his mind considering that they were traders. Which meant that if they were traders they were bound to have some type of weapons on them. Washington didn't exactly have currency on them, but he could offer his military services to the group if that's what it really came to get supplies for both him and his comrades. The issue now was just finding the place. The armored smilodon had never approached another territory before since he had arrived in the Ascendants, as he liked to get the lay of the land of where he was going. Not having enough intel to go on when traveling to another place meant that there were chances for error and he could probably get himself killed. Just because he was big didn't mean he was the best fighter either. He barely was able to use his paws to do anything mundane. He asked others for directions on where he needed to go, but he honestly didn't know what to expect, and that made his anxiety and paranoia skyrocket. He had to keep his breathing low so that it didn't sound like he was going to pass out from breathing too hard. He was looking at the beach that he was walking down, having no idea where he was going and had yet to meet a member.
There was a chance that he had already passed the border up to this point, on the factor that he wore a helmet that filtered air so that he wasn't able to use scents to help him find his way around. The metal helmet he wore also helped to hide his facial expressions, but the Ascendants scent that clung to him might offer some form of reprieve that he wasn't here to start any trouble. He just wanted a knife that he could use, and now thinking about it, to use a knife he would have to take his helmet off to grab it. Now that could be a problem, but he wanted something familiar and he didn't care how he got it. If he needed to and if the situation became difficult he could easily use force. After all, he didn't care about anyone that he came across, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn to care.
Washington was on high alert as he moved around, his lion-sized body slightly sinking into the sand with each step that he took. He saw human structures in the distance, but no humans, so that meant that was where the outpost was at. Washington stopped for a moment as he moved from the sandy portion of the beach to the grass portion as he walked along it. This way he wasn't sinking and didn't get sand in between his toes Stopping, he raised one of his paws and touched a button on the right side of his helmet, turning on his x-ray vision. His right side was facing toward the forest, and with his x-ray vision on he would be able to see anyone that was hiding in the bushes. He hadn't gotten attacked by another group personally though, so he guessed that he was somewhat lucky. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he continued walking, his head on a swivel. He had a massive headache, and not knowing where he was going was certainly frustrating to the soldier.
[member=1357]Grimm[/member]
howieWashington was great when it came to dealing with weapons. As a soldier, someone had to at least have an idea on how to shoot a gun or even use a secondary weapon in case an enemy got too close to them. There were several instances where he was first learning how to shoot and didn't know where the bullet was going to end up landing. All those that came with great skills weren't always that great at the beginning and it took him a little bit of time before he became known for being able to almost make his shot. He was a marksman after all, and he didn't know what he would be good at when it came to doing anything regarding the military. At the young age of 18, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, except for the fact that he wanted to help with the War, a War that his own father had died serving in. They were in basic training for a couple years to educate themselves, and it almost felt like he was in school again. It was annoying, to say the least, but he wasn't given much of a choice, because once he had signed on to join the military, it meant that they would have control of him for basically the rest of his life until he was done serving. They owned him.
He had signed his life away, and it wouldn't be the first time either. The Freelancer was forced to learn the different terms that the military would use while they were in the field. He needed to learn how to take apart the many different types of guns that they had, so this way they would be able to figure out what category to put him in. He was no pilot. He was no engineer. He was a foot soldier, and that was the category that he was put in once they figured out exactly what he was capable of dealing with a gun. He had to learn how to clean said guns though, take them apart and then put them back together. Compared to some of the rest of the soldiers that he worked with, Washington was well known for being able to adapt to a situation. He was extremely versatile with the equipment that he was given and usually, he got results in the end. But that doesn't mean he was capable of saving everyone either, instead, he remembered the faces of the soldiers that were under his command that would die in the field. Death came with War, and the death of others didn't really bother him all that much as he would have thought, as one needed to tune it out if they were going to be capable of working after a failed mission.
He became known for his marksmanship, and it was when he was court-martialed that he was still known for it. Sure, he didn't get up that high in the ranks when it came to the military, but it still meant something. He was great when fighting at a medium to long range distance with his rifle. But what did he have now? He was in a strange world where weapons were nonexistent. He knew that there were some strange abilities that these animals had, which most of the time didn't even make sense to the former human. It reminded him of some technology that would allow them to take control of certain aspects of the elements, but that technology wasn't used all that often compared to the likes of bullets. He couldn't even hold a gun if he tried now with the paws he had, and it was incredibly frustrating because it meant he was reduced to using nothing but brute force. That wasn't the way he was used to fighting, sure, he could fight in close combat and maybe win, but that wasn't the way he preferred to do it. If he was forced into close combat, he was used to fighting with a knife. But since human items weren't exactly common in the outpost that he was in, it meant that he was going to have to search elsewhere.
Sunhaven was an outpost that came into his mind considering that they were traders. Which meant that if they were traders they were bound to have some type of weapons on them. Washington didn't exactly have currency on them, but he could offer his military services to the group if that's what it really came to get supplies for both him and his comrades. The issue now was just finding the place. The armored smilodon had never approached another territory before since he had arrived in the Ascendants, as he liked to get the lay of the land of where he was going. Not having enough intel to go on when traveling to another place meant that there were chances for error and he could probably get himself killed. Just because he was big didn't mean he was the best fighter either. He barely was able to use his paws to do anything mundane. He asked others for directions on where he needed to go, but he honestly didn't know what to expect, and that made his anxiety and paranoia skyrocket. He had to keep his breathing low so that it didn't sound like he was going to pass out from breathing too hard. He was looking at the beach that he was walking down, having no idea where he was going and had yet to meet a member.
There was a chance that he had already passed the border up to this point, on the factor that he wore a helmet that filtered air so that he wasn't able to use scents to help him find his way around. The metal helmet he wore also helped to hide his facial expressions, but the Ascendants scent that clung to him might offer some form of reprieve that he wasn't here to start any trouble. He just wanted a knife that he could use, and now thinking about it, to use a knife he would have to take his helmet off to grab it. Now that could be a problem, but he wanted something familiar and he didn't care how he got it. If he needed to and if the situation became difficult he could easily use force. After all, he didn't care about anyone that he came across, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn to care.
Washington was on high alert as he moved around, his lion-sized body slightly sinking into the sand with each step that he took. He saw human structures in the distance, but no humans, so that meant that was where the outpost was at. Washington stopped for a moment as he moved from the sandy portion of the beach to the grass portion as he walked along it. This way he wasn't sinking and didn't get sand in between his toes Stopping, he raised one of his paws and touched a button on the right side of his helmet, turning on his x-ray vision. His right side was facing toward the forest, and with his x-ray vision on he would be able to see anyone that was hiding in the bushes. He hadn't gotten attacked by another group personally though, so he guessed that he was somewhat lucky. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he continued walking, his head on a swivel. He had a massive headache, and not knowing where he was going was certainly frustrating to the soldier.
[member=1357]Grimm[/member]
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