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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Washington had to admit that he wasn't that great when it came to dealing with children. He didn't know what it was, but it was extremely awkward to talk to someone that wasn't around his age already. Dealing with someone younger that probably wouldn't listen to anything that he said was certainly frustrating and a waste of time so he simply didn't. There were a couple of faces that he didn't mind being around because they didn't bother him. He was pretty sure Diya was considered to be one of them and Alexander didn't seem all that scared of him like most of the others were. He didn't care if someone found him intimidating or not, as he wasn't here to make the likes of friends and simply do his job. That job was getting back to being human again, and it was going to take a while before that was even possible with everything that continued to get in the way. Such as the aspect of the Typhoon who was currently marked as an enemy and Washington believed that originally they weren't going to be his problem because neither was the Ascendants and they were just another group. But, Carolina wanted to get involved with the War, so he wasn't really given much of a choice and had to join with the rest of them.
At the time of the attack though he had a broken arm, so if they were going to attack now he was going to make sure to kill anyone that got in his way. It seemed like the majority of the group didn't think it was possible for them to kill the enemy. But they were just that. The enemy. Growing up in a militaristic lifestyle his entire life, Washington knew that hesitating to kill an enemy was just going to make a situation worse and leave time for the enemy to attack them again. He wasn't going to let that happen, and if the group didn't like it, then they were going to feel bad when the entire group decided to target them. Washington was one of the animals that lived in the group that was fairly large. He knew that there was another lion in the group and that there was a 9ft tall thing. He didn't know what Anzareal was and didn't bother to ask the giant beast either. How everything worked in the first place was extremely confusing to the former human so he just didn't bother to really ask anymore. Washington was around the size of a lion, having the max height of one, but the weight was extremely different from one. Certainly, without his armor, he weighed less than that of an average male lion, but including his armor he almost weighed 1000lbs.
He was used to carrying heavy objects though, so his armor didn't really make him as exhausted as one would think. It was the same as going to the gym and working out over and over again and improving each time someone came back to said gym. Washington wore armor on the front portion of his body, including a helmet, a chest plate, and two arm pieces for his two front arms. The flank portion of his body was devoid of any armor and was covered with scars that looked anything but natural. Scars made by knives, old bullet wounds, and when he was impaled by exploded shrapnel. Scars that he had when he was human transferred to this new body thanks to whatever alien technology had brought him here along with the rest of his comrades. He was currently working on improving his helmet, getting the x-ray vision to work recently, but he wanted more than that. He wanted his damn radio to work. Washington flicked one of his ears as he went on his daily patrols of the canopy alone. He preferred to work alone as it was better this way and he didn't have to trust someone else with his work either. The Freelancer's presence was easy to hear, as his armor rattled with each step that he took. Despite being the size of a lion, he wasn't one at all. Instead, he was a smilodon, an extinct animal.
No, don't ask him how he could be an animal that was extinct he didn't understand it either. His build fiercely different than that of a lion, as most of his muscle was front in his front legs and shoulders. His front legs slightly longer than his back legs. He wished that he wasn't an animal in the first place, but he didn't have much of a choice in being able to pick exactly what he wanted to be when he crash-landed here. While he was walking around, he heard voices off in the distance and began to make his way over. He started to see figures in the distance in the forest and recognized the lion that was there as well. He noticed there were also two children, a small canine that had an interesting patten. But no strange colors were considered weird to the former human. He had seen outrageous different colors of armor through his lifetime, and he believed that was close to the way fur worked in these animals. Armor was their personalities. His light grey armor matched with the dark grey almost black portions of his fur that was visible. He stopped himself a little bit of a distance away from the group, his hidden gaze looking down at the canine.
He had arrived just soon enough to hear what the other had to say to the lion that was there, and a low and dry chuckle escaped his jaws. [b]"Sounds pretty fitting." Washington would say in a joking manner as he sat himself down. Although, he was being hypocritical as he hated nicknames himself. He craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack before rolling his shoulders. "I'm Agent Washington." The former human introduced himself, going back to the usual deadpanned and soldier-like tone he used to address anyone that he was talking to. The other did say he was hungry, and the Freelancer debated awkwardly for a moment if he should give the other food now or later. Oh well. He pressed a portion of his armor chest plate that opened a little compartment that had a back full of dried jerky. It wasn't fresh meat, but it was food and Washington refused to eat any raw meat that he came across. "I have some dried meat here if you would like any. Not sure if you'll like it though." Washington stated calmly as he placed the plastic back on the ground and nudged it over toward Parker. Obviously not wanting to get close to the kid. After all, he didn't know his strengths in this body and he liked his personal space. Washington hated being touched.
(FREEEEEEE ITS SO GOOD TO SEE ITS SOREEL)
howieAt the time of the attack though he had a broken arm, so if they were going to attack now he was going to make sure to kill anyone that got in his way. It seemed like the majority of the group didn't think it was possible for them to kill the enemy. But they were just that. The enemy. Growing up in a militaristic lifestyle his entire life, Washington knew that hesitating to kill an enemy was just going to make a situation worse and leave time for the enemy to attack them again. He wasn't going to let that happen, and if the group didn't like it, then they were going to feel bad when the entire group decided to target them. Washington was one of the animals that lived in the group that was fairly large. He knew that there was another lion in the group and that there was a 9ft tall thing. He didn't know what Anzareal was and didn't bother to ask the giant beast either. How everything worked in the first place was extremely confusing to the former human so he just didn't bother to really ask anymore. Washington was around the size of a lion, having the max height of one, but the weight was extremely different from one. Certainly, without his armor, he weighed less than that of an average male lion, but including his armor he almost weighed 1000lbs.
He was used to carrying heavy objects though, so his armor didn't really make him as exhausted as one would think. It was the same as going to the gym and working out over and over again and improving each time someone came back to said gym. Washington wore armor on the front portion of his body, including a helmet, a chest plate, and two arm pieces for his two front arms. The flank portion of his body was devoid of any armor and was covered with scars that looked anything but natural. Scars made by knives, old bullet wounds, and when he was impaled by exploded shrapnel. Scars that he had when he was human transferred to this new body thanks to whatever alien technology had brought him here along with the rest of his comrades. He was currently working on improving his helmet, getting the x-ray vision to work recently, but he wanted more than that. He wanted his damn radio to work. Washington flicked one of his ears as he went on his daily patrols of the canopy alone. He preferred to work alone as it was better this way and he didn't have to trust someone else with his work either. The Freelancer's presence was easy to hear, as his armor rattled with each step that he took. Despite being the size of a lion, he wasn't one at all. Instead, he was a smilodon, an extinct animal.
No, don't ask him how he could be an animal that was extinct he didn't understand it either. His build fiercely different than that of a lion, as most of his muscle was front in his front legs and shoulders. His front legs slightly longer than his back legs. He wished that he wasn't an animal in the first place, but he didn't have much of a choice in being able to pick exactly what he wanted to be when he crash-landed here. While he was walking around, he heard voices off in the distance and began to make his way over. He started to see figures in the distance in the forest and recognized the lion that was there as well. He noticed there were also two children, a small canine that had an interesting patten. But no strange colors were considered weird to the former human. He had seen outrageous different colors of armor through his lifetime, and he believed that was close to the way fur worked in these animals. Armor was their personalities. His light grey armor matched with the dark grey almost black portions of his fur that was visible. He stopped himself a little bit of a distance away from the group, his hidden gaze looking down at the canine.
He had arrived just soon enough to hear what the other had to say to the lion that was there, and a low and dry chuckle escaped his jaws. [b]"Sounds pretty fitting." Washington would say in a joking manner as he sat himself down. Although, he was being hypocritical as he hated nicknames himself. He craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck crack before rolling his shoulders. "I'm Agent Washington." The former human introduced himself, going back to the usual deadpanned and soldier-like tone he used to address anyone that he was talking to. The other did say he was hungry, and the Freelancer debated awkwardly for a moment if he should give the other food now or later. Oh well. He pressed a portion of his armor chest plate that opened a little compartment that had a back full of dried jerky. It wasn't fresh meat, but it was food and Washington refused to eat any raw meat that he came across. "I have some dried meat here if you would like any. Not sure if you'll like it though." Washington stated calmly as he placed the plastic back on the ground and nudged it over toward Parker. Obviously not wanting to get close to the kid. After all, he didn't know his strengths in this body and he liked his personal space. Washington hated being touched.
(FREEEEEEE ITS SO GOOD TO SEE ITS SOREEL)
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