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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Washington had secretly been a violent child growing up. He was extremely protective of the likes of a family and what family did end up meaning to him. He would protect his sisters and his mother with his life. He couldn't protect his father anymore unless he was going to his grave where there was an empty casket and hope that no one would desecrate it. Which rarely happened, but he didn't want to leave it up to chance with anyone. Washington didn't have a whole lot when it came to growing up with a single parent during most of his childhood. He remembered his mother working several jobs just to keep her three children alive. How she wouldn't be home basically at all until ate at night where she would come home and go straight to bed. He didn't quite understand what she was doing and why she was gone for so long until he became older and was able to understand what was needed in order to live in this world. Money. The only way to make money was to work and get a job, and that was what his mother had decided to do for them. There were times that their neighbors would babysit them if they needed to, but since he had to mature probably far too quickly, it meant that he was usually the one left with his sisters to care for them the best that he could. That was easier said than done for a teenage boy, as he didn't have a lot of knowledge when it came to cooking and almost had to do everything on a hunch.
He loved his sisters though, and he loved his mother just as much and would do everything for them. One instance had where he was bullied in school, as all group of children was bound to pick on those that were weak. Washington wasn't weak, but everyone knew the story of his father and how he didn't bother to try and make friends when he was younger because he had to take care of his sisters. They called him a lowlife. A nobody. Eventually, he had enough and smashed a bullies skull against the curb. He had to admit that it felt nice, the punishment after not so much. He didn't kill the fellow boy, and instead the other was rushed to a hospital where his injuries were assessed. He was almost expelled, but other children stepped up for him saying that the other was the reason why Washington attacked. They weren't sued for any money either, which would have been a whole lot worse because they were barely getting by in the first place. He spent the rest of his school year in silence away from everyone else as he learned. He paid more attention to news headlines than paying attention in the classroom where they taught math and other regular subjects to them. It was when he saw a headline dictating exactly how bad the War was actually getting, that Washington knew what he was going to have to do, but he needed to wait till he was older.
He first started off getting a job once he turned 16. There were little jobs that were available around on the planet, as most groups were worried about the War and nothing else. He ended up getting a labor type of work, working in a factory that built small components for certain weapons. He never really paid attention to what he was making, and he raised enough money to help his mother out even more. She didn't ask for his help, but he wanted to help someone. Anyone. He hated seeing how unhappy everyone was in the world that they were currently in, all of them being concerned about whether or not the enemy would attack their planet next. Which is an understandable worry to have, but there always needs to be a need for happiness. If they weren't going to be happy anymore, hadn't the enemy already won? Once he turned 18 years of age, he was legally allowed to enlist into the military. Up to this point, Washington didn't really care much for the likes of authority and usually did whatever he thought was best, not what other adults thought was better for him. Sure, his mother was horrified that he was going into the military, but not only would he be able to make a difference in the War there, the benefits that he would gain from enlisting would also help his family as well. He knew that he had to do this, and then began to process of where the military broke him from what he was already down to what they considered to be a soldier.
Washington didn't think it was going to be that hard as he was physically fit, but when he tried to deviate from something that a commanding officer told him to do, he was punished immediately. There were no small punishments, and each one hurt more than the next. He would try to crack jokes around with the rest of the privates that he was with, and as soon as a commanding officer heard him say anything, he was immediately punished for not taking the situation seriously. So, he had to force who he was personality was to the back of his mind. There was an instance where he had arrived late to an important meeting after the meeting was when he got his punishments and was forced to go on guard duty for 24 hours. Standing out in the rain and cold barely able to stand up and feeling extremely exhausted. Once the time was up, he wasn't given any time to rest and the schedule started back up again. He barely remembered what it was like to sleep more than five hours or less. But being used to sleep deprivation would help them out once they got onto the field where they would be stationed out there for who knew how many hours at a time. It was for their own safety even if it felt cruel from their end. Washington knew what was expected of him in the military and shut his mouth and addressed others with respect when he was talking to them.
He had no reason to refuse the orders of those that were commanding him, even if he didn't like most of the orders that he was given anyway. It was when he was kicked out of the UNSC military that he joined Project Freelancer. Looking back at it now he knew that it was the worst decision he could have ever made, but he also didn't know that he was going to manipulated for almost 5 years in total. It was here that he was allowed to speak more of his mind and the personality that he had while he was a corporal all but disappeared to what he used to be. He was the rookie of the group, and it was there that the Project broke him in a different way, and that was his body. He was forced to go through life and death scenarios just through training, and he remembered how he nearly died during his entrance exam. The Director wasn't one for mercy, but the other's idea of who should be punished for not following protocol was strange to him. Over time, he became used to following protocol, because he realized that if he didn't follow protocol, someone either died or got hurt. Those that didn't follow protocol in his mind were just complete idiots, and he had learned his lesson. The military had shaped him into what he was. A survivor. A soldier. A killer. That's what they had always wanted him to be, and that's what they got.
Everything that he had been told in the program was a lie. But that didn't mean looking back at the horrible things that he did make him feel even remotely bad. He had done his job, and that's all that anyone asked of him. He was just doing his job. But there were several instances of someone saying that and regretting their actions, maybe Carolina did, but not Washington. The Freelancer had to follow a militaristic lifestyle if he was going to get through this. His one goal being to turn his comrades back into humans, which there were few animals around that realized that they had once been humans in their life. Considering how they were being treated on a day to day basis, Washington knew that they didn't belong here. They were outcasts. They were residing in a pacifist type group, while Washington wouldn't hesitate to kill all of those that were in there if it meant that it was going to benefit the mission of getting back. Carolina would do the same in her current state after killing a Typhoon member after they attacked them. The armored smilodon had to stick to anything that was familiar to him, even if it was painful for him to endure. He if he didn't, he would feel incredibly alone and wouldn't know what to do with himself. He guessed that he was lucky that some of his comrades suffered the same fate as he did in being teleported here by alien technology.
Washington wasn't similar to Ishayu in that he wasn't that great when it came to making stuff. He knew how to make a bomb given the right materials and try to use weapons that weren't humans, but he always had everything made for him. He didn't know how to make armor, or make weapons in this world or if it was even possible. He was a soldier. He wasn't an engineer. Someone gave him a gun and he would make sure to use it properly and with the skill that he always had. While he was walking around, Washington saw something out of the corner of his vision, and he stopped his walking completely on the grassy portion of the beach. His eyes narrowed as he looked at a skeleton figure coming toward him. There seemed to be something metal that they were carrying, as x-rays could show anything metal just as well, and taking an x-ray of a sword would simply make it look like a sword. He had seen swords before, but they didn't exactly exist during his time at all. The Freelancer knew that the creature had a sword with them, and that could prove difficult if they decided to attack the back portion of his body. But considering the distance where he was at, the creature's skeleton structure looked different from his own and it also looked smaller. He wasn't fast though, almost far from it. That was more Carolina's specialty.
His body remained tense like it always was, rolling his shoulder slightly in case there was going to be some sort of fight. One of the more confusing parts was that the sword seemed to be floating and not being grasped. As the animal got closer and where he could see her, he raised one of his paws and touched the button on the right side of his helmet where the x-ray vision was turned off. Not that it was possible for his helmet to actually do that, but he believed it to be so as the only way to use it was to have his helmet on. A condition for the power to activate in general. Seeing the other without his x-ray vision on showed him a large feline. He didn't know what species because studying animals wasn't part of his job when he was a soldier and there were various different types of wildlife on each planet that he came into contact with. The other was the same white color, while also missing a limb. Well, that made him a little less concerned of getting impaled with someone that was missing a limb. Washington didn't believe that there were other powers, and maybe there was a magnet that was being used to keep the sword levitating. That technology possible from where he was from. The armored smilodon wasn't about to ask how it was possible on the factor that he didn't want to look like an idiot. He would just figure it out later.
He craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack, a bad habit of his when he had a headache and he certainly did have one now. The other finally spoke, and he listened to her words. He had no way of checking if this animal was from Sunhaven or not, as his helmet didn't allow him to catch any scents, and he had never met her before so he wouldn't be able to recognize her by site. The Freelancer flicked his shortened tail behind him, as this meant that he was going to have his question answered or not.[b] "Affirmative. I have come looking to procure a good quality knife. That is, if you have such equipment in this outpost." Washington stated in his usual deadpanned and soldier tone that he talked in. It was still confusing what human equipment that most of these groups had with them, as the Ascendants had an entire building and this group obviously had human structures as well. It was hard to remember, but he was certainly trying his best, at least what his mind would let him. The issue now if they did have knives, would be the price of said weapon. No one just did everything for free, and he was expecting a price. The only personal possessions that he had was his armor and dog tags and like hell he was going to give those up for anything.
howieHe loved his sisters though, and he loved his mother just as much and would do everything for them. One instance had where he was bullied in school, as all group of children was bound to pick on those that were weak. Washington wasn't weak, but everyone knew the story of his father and how he didn't bother to try and make friends when he was younger because he had to take care of his sisters. They called him a lowlife. A nobody. Eventually, he had enough and smashed a bullies skull against the curb. He had to admit that it felt nice, the punishment after not so much. He didn't kill the fellow boy, and instead the other was rushed to a hospital where his injuries were assessed. He was almost expelled, but other children stepped up for him saying that the other was the reason why Washington attacked. They weren't sued for any money either, which would have been a whole lot worse because they were barely getting by in the first place. He spent the rest of his school year in silence away from everyone else as he learned. He paid more attention to news headlines than paying attention in the classroom where they taught math and other regular subjects to them. It was when he saw a headline dictating exactly how bad the War was actually getting, that Washington knew what he was going to have to do, but he needed to wait till he was older.
He first started off getting a job once he turned 16. There were little jobs that were available around on the planet, as most groups were worried about the War and nothing else. He ended up getting a labor type of work, working in a factory that built small components for certain weapons. He never really paid attention to what he was making, and he raised enough money to help his mother out even more. She didn't ask for his help, but he wanted to help someone. Anyone. He hated seeing how unhappy everyone was in the world that they were currently in, all of them being concerned about whether or not the enemy would attack their planet next. Which is an understandable worry to have, but there always needs to be a need for happiness. If they weren't going to be happy anymore, hadn't the enemy already won? Once he turned 18 years of age, he was legally allowed to enlist into the military. Up to this point, Washington didn't really care much for the likes of authority and usually did whatever he thought was best, not what other adults thought was better for him. Sure, his mother was horrified that he was going into the military, but not only would he be able to make a difference in the War there, the benefits that he would gain from enlisting would also help his family as well. He knew that he had to do this, and then began to process of where the military broke him from what he was already down to what they considered to be a soldier.
Washington didn't think it was going to be that hard as he was physically fit, but when he tried to deviate from something that a commanding officer told him to do, he was punished immediately. There were no small punishments, and each one hurt more than the next. He would try to crack jokes around with the rest of the privates that he was with, and as soon as a commanding officer heard him say anything, he was immediately punished for not taking the situation seriously. So, he had to force who he was personality was to the back of his mind. There was an instance where he had arrived late to an important meeting after the meeting was when he got his punishments and was forced to go on guard duty for 24 hours. Standing out in the rain and cold barely able to stand up and feeling extremely exhausted. Once the time was up, he wasn't given any time to rest and the schedule started back up again. He barely remembered what it was like to sleep more than five hours or less. But being used to sleep deprivation would help them out once they got onto the field where they would be stationed out there for who knew how many hours at a time. It was for their own safety even if it felt cruel from their end. Washington knew what was expected of him in the military and shut his mouth and addressed others with respect when he was talking to them.
He had no reason to refuse the orders of those that were commanding him, even if he didn't like most of the orders that he was given anyway. It was when he was kicked out of the UNSC military that he joined Project Freelancer. Looking back at it now he knew that it was the worst decision he could have ever made, but he also didn't know that he was going to manipulated for almost 5 years in total. It was here that he was allowed to speak more of his mind and the personality that he had while he was a corporal all but disappeared to what he used to be. He was the rookie of the group, and it was there that the Project broke him in a different way, and that was his body. He was forced to go through life and death scenarios just through training, and he remembered how he nearly died during his entrance exam. The Director wasn't one for mercy, but the other's idea of who should be punished for not following protocol was strange to him. Over time, he became used to following protocol, because he realized that if he didn't follow protocol, someone either died or got hurt. Those that didn't follow protocol in his mind were just complete idiots, and he had learned his lesson. The military had shaped him into what he was. A survivor. A soldier. A killer. That's what they had always wanted him to be, and that's what they got.
Everything that he had been told in the program was a lie. But that didn't mean looking back at the horrible things that he did make him feel even remotely bad. He had done his job, and that's all that anyone asked of him. He was just doing his job. But there were several instances of someone saying that and regretting their actions, maybe Carolina did, but not Washington. The Freelancer had to follow a militaristic lifestyle if he was going to get through this. His one goal being to turn his comrades back into humans, which there were few animals around that realized that they had once been humans in their life. Considering how they were being treated on a day to day basis, Washington knew that they didn't belong here. They were outcasts. They were residing in a pacifist type group, while Washington wouldn't hesitate to kill all of those that were in there if it meant that it was going to benefit the mission of getting back. Carolina would do the same in her current state after killing a Typhoon member after they attacked them. The armored smilodon had to stick to anything that was familiar to him, even if it was painful for him to endure. He if he didn't, he would feel incredibly alone and wouldn't know what to do with himself. He guessed that he was lucky that some of his comrades suffered the same fate as he did in being teleported here by alien technology.
Washington wasn't similar to Ishayu in that he wasn't that great when it came to making stuff. He knew how to make a bomb given the right materials and try to use weapons that weren't humans, but he always had everything made for him. He didn't know how to make armor, or make weapons in this world or if it was even possible. He was a soldier. He wasn't an engineer. Someone gave him a gun and he would make sure to use it properly and with the skill that he always had. While he was walking around, Washington saw something out of the corner of his vision, and he stopped his walking completely on the grassy portion of the beach. His eyes narrowed as he looked at a skeleton figure coming toward him. There seemed to be something metal that they were carrying, as x-rays could show anything metal just as well, and taking an x-ray of a sword would simply make it look like a sword. He had seen swords before, but they didn't exactly exist during his time at all. The Freelancer knew that the creature had a sword with them, and that could prove difficult if they decided to attack the back portion of his body. But considering the distance where he was at, the creature's skeleton structure looked different from his own and it also looked smaller. He wasn't fast though, almost far from it. That was more Carolina's specialty.
His body remained tense like it always was, rolling his shoulder slightly in case there was going to be some sort of fight. One of the more confusing parts was that the sword seemed to be floating and not being grasped. As the animal got closer and where he could see her, he raised one of his paws and touched the button on the right side of his helmet where the x-ray vision was turned off. Not that it was possible for his helmet to actually do that, but he believed it to be so as the only way to use it was to have his helmet on. A condition for the power to activate in general. Seeing the other without his x-ray vision on showed him a large feline. He didn't know what species because studying animals wasn't part of his job when he was a soldier and there were various different types of wildlife on each planet that he came into contact with. The other was the same white color, while also missing a limb. Well, that made him a little less concerned of getting impaled with someone that was missing a limb. Washington didn't believe that there were other powers, and maybe there was a magnet that was being used to keep the sword levitating. That technology possible from where he was from. The armored smilodon wasn't about to ask how it was possible on the factor that he didn't want to look like an idiot. He would just figure it out later.
He craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack, a bad habit of his when he had a headache and he certainly did have one now. The other finally spoke, and he listened to her words. He had no way of checking if this animal was from Sunhaven or not, as his helmet didn't allow him to catch any scents, and he had never met her before so he wouldn't be able to recognize her by site. The Freelancer flicked his shortened tail behind him, as this meant that he was going to have his question answered or not.[b] "Affirmative. I have come looking to procure a good quality knife. That is, if you have such equipment in this outpost." Washington stated in his usual deadpanned and soldier tone that he talked in. It was still confusing what human equipment that most of these groups had with them, as the Ascendants had an entire building and this group obviously had human structures as well. It was hard to remember, but he was certainly trying his best, at least what his mind would let him. The issue now if they did have knives, would be the price of said weapon. No one just did everything for free, and he was expecting a price. The only personal possessions that he had was his armor and dog tags and like hell he was going to give those up for anything.
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