READY TO GO OFF ANY MINUTE | {OPEN, NOT EATING}

[Owlie]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]Anakin let out a needless sigh, since, he didn’t breathe anymore. He whispered to the smilodon but looked everyone else still heard him. A small wound to his dignity, but whatever. He was dead.
They didn’t know what he once was.

"I’m trying to tell you to suck up the mask bit before you lose the privilege of eating.” That’s something Anakin remembered throughly from his life. The envy of eating. His throat had been so damaged that he couldn’t ingest food, leaving him to transfer bags and suckle on Vitepaste. He remembered once, he took a cookie made by Padmé (different one, before he was reunited with his wife) a few wondered what weird intentions Vader might have had with it.
After all, he couldn’t eat it.

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[imperia]

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Agent Washington is correct: Imperia would not be able to endure military training, but not because of the physical requirements. No, the dainty creature is delicate by choice, not because she is incapable of incredible feats of physical prowess. Pierre and the other pack members tried and tried to mold her into an apex predator—they recognized her brilliance, her intelligence, but quickly became frustrated with how unresponsive the child was to their training. Why? Because hers is a heart full of kindness and goodwill. In order to become a true apex predator, one must abandon all compassion and mercy in favor of embracing one's most primal instincts. Why become a cold-blooded killer when many problems can easily be solved by kind words and rational thought? Why trade morals and ethics for pure power when it is the rules which bind people to goodness that gives life meaning? Imperia knows the chaos of a place ruled by anarchy. She is familiar with the methods of reward and punishment. If someone was unfortunate enough not to fit the predetermined idea of a valuable pack member, they suffered their entire lives. Peri experienced that firsthand. So, no, the lovely young she-wolf would not make a good soldier. While she can always relearn the confidence necessary to abandon her submissive habits, she is completely unwilling to even consider walking a morally grey path, bound to an organization which exists solely for killing even if they possess good intentions.

It truly is a shame that many people look down upon the softhearted. In regards to Imperia, people miss out on a wonderfully sharp and brilliant mind. A talented healer in the making and a well-read scholar, the meek huntress knows many things beyond common knowledge and possesses the capability to absorb much more. It does not bother her much to be overlooked, though. Peri does not require acknowledgement to act true to her nature. She listens, wide-eyed, as Agent Washington explains the components of his armor and its uses. "Fascinating!" she gushes with a slight grin. Imagine the applications of such technology! Imperia already imagines reinforcing the architecture of key structures like nurseries and healing dens. Contrary to Washington's initial assumption, it is the concept of "bullets" which escapes her understanding, not the mention of an alloy. Peri has never heard of a "bullet," but she is familiar with bronze. "No, no, I follow. Bronze is an alloy—copper and tin. I've never heard of titanium, though? It must be some sort of stronger material, right?" Large, silver eyes shine like a full moon on a clear night, twinkling with a sort of bookish excitement only those in love with learning could ever express. Imperia already brainstorms a plethora of applications for reinforced metal.

"I can take my helmet on. It's not stuck to me so I can take it off whenever I want."

A sheepish smile crosses her features. It's blatantly obvious now that he says it. Peri wishes she would take the time to think about her words before she says them. "Ah, I see," she murmurs, thoughtfully cocking her head to the side. "I understand it's advantage in warfare, but I imagine it must be awfully burdensome sometimes. The world is much prettier without a barrier—" Imperia says this softly, almost as if speaking her thoughts aloud rather than directly addressing the armored smilodon. "—and more intimate." For someone who so thoroughly enjoys interaction with others, just the thought of not being able to have that intimacy of face-to-face communication would make her feel stifled and isolated. A helmet is just another layer between the world, she knows that, but it must be lonely. If she wore a mask, she would not be able to smile and make people feel safe and loved in her presence. Curt though his response is, Washington's assurance that he too is pleased to meet her brings a radiant smile to Imperia's lovely features. If she could blush, she would be blushing now. It always feels nice to know that people enjoy her presence, even if it is minimal.

"You can have all of them. I do not mind—I can always make more," a bit of a lie, for Agent Washington's sake. The jerky she carries with her now is the last of her reserve and it will take quite some time to gather the necessary ingredients to replenish her store. But Imperia cares more about the male receiving the nourishment he requires to remain healthy than indulging her picky eating habits. Thankfully, it seems that Suiteheart has a solution to the pair's dietary dilemma. "Oh that would be wonderful, Miss. I've always wanted to learn how to make my own fire—I've always had to ask someone else to help." Peri detests being so reliant on others, so she is always eager to take advantage of situations where she can learn to become more self-sufficient. Anything to no longer be a burden. As Bastille approaches, the she-wolf offers hims a welcoming smile. Always nice to see a friendly face, even if he does look impossibly tired. Imperia is about to say something to the astral seraph when she is once more distracted by Agent Washington. "Fire elementals is a power—a magical one, I suppose—where one can control and even create fire in all it's forms." She is basically a walking encyclopedia, this one.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Magic was something that never existed from where he was from. He was pretty sure that if he asked any human about the magic they would just simply tell him that the entire thing was a joke and that there was nothing to come from it. It was all just an illusion to make a couple bucks at the end of the day. Which made sense with how it was hard to make a living if someone wasn't in the military with the extinction of the human race just at the brink of everything. When it came to anything close to magic, he guessed that Freelancer technology would be the closest thing compared to what the clans had in that regard. No, no Freelancer could simply lob a ball of fire in someone's direction. That was basically impossible for anyone to do in that regard, besides starting fires wasn't exactly efficient in a firefight when they had inciderary grenades and other weapons. Every Freelancer had their own form of equipment that they would end up using in the field to help them in battle or help complete their tasks. There were some Freelancer's he knew about that potentially didn't have the equipment, and if they did then they just didn't show it in the middle of the field. There were certainly a couple that came to mind that would most definitely be difficult to use in this world.

Agent Texas probably had more of the concerning equipment that could turn her completely invisible. Of course, if she walked through sand or snow it would be easy to see each other's tracks. But for Freelancer's that worked mostly in buildings, it made it basically impossible for anyone to be seen with that kind of ability. Next would be Wyoming's time distortion unit. Most likely made from parts of a shock point drive from a ship that was capable of going into slipspace. At least that the only thing that he could think of that was even remotely close to time travel and stopping time in general. A extremely powerful equipment that was given to a highly specialized Freelancer, although half the time he wasn't sure even by Wyoming's personality if the other was even capable of strategizing compared to the rest of them. Not like it mattered because Wyoming was always higher on the leaderboard than he had ever have been, so he guessed that he couldn't judge the other guy for the way he used his equipment. North's shield that he was able to create by simple creating as a simple movement would certainly be difficult to get behind. He had seen it used in practice by North himself and how capable he was with his AI. However, he would certainly like to have North's equipment right about now just as a precaution if something were to ever happen where he would need to use it.

Although honestly, he would probably get himself shot by trying to attack from the inside of it and just have it deflected back at him. Washington would most certainly need an AI to use the said shield, not like he was going to allow that to happen after what Episolon did to the inside of his head already. The only equipment that he could remember someone using would be Carolina's speed unit. Basically, it just meant that she was able to go extremely fast. Which was somewhat of a problem in the current form that he did have, which was bulkier than he would have liked but he wasn't given a choice when he had plummeted to this planet against his will. He was pretty sure that the rest of the Freelancers, South, Maine, and York didn't have any equipment that was specialized just to them. So what equipment did he have? He had the form of an EMP at the turn of a button in battle. Which surprisingly wouldn't turn his suit off because if it did then he would have been out of commission right in the middle of battle. He would be able to shut down vehicles that were coming toward him and turn off other devices that would be using in battle. He rarely ever got to use it though. Which could have been that there wasn't a right time to use it, or he simply forgot. He was a little bit scatterbrained when it came to the first time that he did join Project Freelancer.

How much someone could change with just a little trauma sprinkled here and there. Which confused him a little bit, why him, the worst freelancer, was given equipment? Maybe it was some damn test that was given to him by the Director to see what he could make of the ability. Oh well, he didn't have that ability anymore. That's what Agent Washington told himself, but the form of his EMP that he used to have had changed its shape into electricity elemental powers in this world. If he wanted to, he could easily override different technologies in the area if they ran on batteries, without even knowing it. It was also the way that his armor was currently powered. There were lights and a clock inside of his helmet, while there were lights just underneath the two shoulder pieces on both of his arms. It certainly came in handy to help him see while he was looking around. If only he could get the damned night vision feature to work. Honestly, any positive at this point would certainly make his life easier. Either way, the thought of equipment made more sense to Agent Washington than the likes of magic that they were calling it. Although he guessed that if he showed these animals here what Freelancer equipment was capable of doing, they would call it magic as well. But Anakin had shed a little bit of light in the meaning behind his words. Especially with what he was saying. Agent Washington was lucky when he crash landed. 

If his armor hadn't held up, and part of his helmet crunch to his head, there would have been no way he would have been able to get his helmet off. There was no way for him to get food inside of his helmet without taking it completely off. This was the best case scenario that all of his armor was working the way it should have been. His gold gaze turned to look at Anakin, and he chewed the inside of his cheek. The guy was right. He should count himself lucky and just eat what he could without complaining about it. "I guess you're correct with that statement." The Freelancer would mumble underneath his breath. He never really liked to admit when other's were right, especially in his current condition. Even if he was trying not to show it, there were probably a couple creatures here that were capable of taking him on with ease since he wouldn't know where to place his paws during the beginning of a fight.

The struggle of being a human first and an animal second. His attention turned back toward Imperia though and noticed the glint that was in her eye. Wait. She seemed to not really be confused at all what he just said. The smilodon seemed to stop for a second as her reaction seemed to confuse him. It wasn't something that he had expected out of a group like this. The other was interested in his armor, which that part wasn't surprising because everyone was curious about his armor. Then a sudden flood of questions came toward him. So she did understand! Honestly, that made his entire life a whole lot easier for him to deal with. It just meant that he wouldn't have to really explain all that much. "Basically. Titanium is known as a very strong but also an incredibly light metal. If the armor I wore was made out of anything different I'd probably be crushed underneath. Titanium alloy is used by mixing several different metals and chemicals together to create something stronger. So basically like a chemical reaction. Titanium is basically standard in almost every military equipment because it's easy to change its attributes and its lightweight.

" The soldier would explain in full detail this time. Leaving almost no complicated words out of what he said. The wolf was smart. Maybe something that he could use to help him figure out how to get back home. He wondered what the canine would think on the idea of alien technology, if that was even something that was capable of being comprehended. At the mention of the limitations of his helmet, he had to admit that was certainly true. But he had his reasons for constantly keeping his helmet on. "To others maybe. Where I'm from its incredibly rare to see anyone out of armor, so I'm used to talking to helmets. Being out of armor just feels... wrong. As when we're given armor we are expected to keep its upkeep, and maintain for basically the rest of our careers." What he was trying to get at was that even if it was just armor, it meant something to Washington. Somewhat like a security blanket that he could rely on when things got tough. He wasn't an intimate person. He had never been. There was no reason to be in the likes of the military when everything was all about the mission and making sure that the team survived.

At the other saying the he could take them all, he almost felt bad. He wasn't going to take them all. He could always just ask Imperia how she managed to make them and make some himself even if it was going to take a little bit. "Uhh thanks again." The Freelancer said in almost an embarrassed tone. It was rare for him to really thank others. He always thought of himself as being incredibly independent. Not needing help from anyone else. He of course would have eventually caved and figured out how to eat, but this just made everything a lot easier on the stress that was already on his mind. Then the other began to answer what fire elementals were. Being able to control fire. That sounded like magic, but Washington couldn't really seem to wrap his head around it. A deadpanned look was behind his visor just at the insane thought of it all. "Magic. You guys... believe in magic." The armored wildcat would question, as it was the strangest thing in the world. He had yet to see any form of powers since he had been here, meaning that there was no evidence to try and prove and convince the Freelancer that what they were actually talking about was real. What Washington didn't realize was that he had such elemental power himself, almost all of them."speech"

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Tags | Updated 06/26/18:

GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  Regular member | 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:
★ AMORED 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 (Not 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