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[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

He was too tired. Everything had happened in just a matter of a couple of days. He had a broken arm, and now Carolina was some sort of small animal. She also shouldn't be alive. Something that confused him more and gave him even more of a headache. He wasn't even sure if it was a good idea to stop his routine for the likes of an entire day, but here he was. He needed a fucking break. It was almost funny as if he was always on a schedule that made it seem like he was going to end up being paid for all of it. He could care less about the likes of money that was for damn sure. He had so much else to worry about. He also had forgotten what it felt like to have a broken bone in a body that wasn't used to the likes of broken bones like his human body was. Pain tolerance doesn't exactly seem to transfer all that much. Taking a break wasn't something a soldier was really allowed to do either. They kept working, and if they passed out from exhaustion that just meant that they were doing their work. Healthy? Of course not. It never was. Ever since the appearance of Texas, the headaches hadn't gone away. The pounding in his head was constantly there along with the voices. He had never told anyone about his condition. Hell. He had lied to the medics when he had been forced to go see them by Bastille. Washington just wanted everything to go back to normal already, with him being human and away from such a place like this one. The armored smilodon was laying up against the side of the Observatory. The lights on his armor showing exactly where he was in the dusk lighting. He was laying down on the ground, trying to adjust the splint that was around his arm. He knew the basics, but not enough to really help him out with a broken bone. Sticks. He had thought it was some kind of joke when they were fixing his arm. Eventually, he got too frustrated with the splint that he just laid his arm down on the ground. He hated this. He hated feeling WEAK. He hated all of this. He raised his right arm, which wasn't the broken one, and groaned as he put his paw to the top of his head. What he would do for some actual painkillers instead of the plants that they had laying around. Washington also was hungry, but he wasn't in the mood to get up and eat something. He felt like shit, and he doubted there was anything anyone could do to make him feel better. "speech"

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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:
★ ARMORED 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

[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

[b]"Hello, love."

Margaery's voice was soft, contemplative even, that honeyed charm of hers next to nowhere to be found as she took a seat before Washington. It was getting harder and harder to maintain the charming facade she had worked so hard to make in the first place, her sorry attempts at internalizing all of her problems finally wearing on her. She didn't know Wash very well, that much was true, and typically she was not one to so easily show her own vulnerability, but she couldn't pretend that she was okay anymore. And by the looks of it, there seemed to be something just under Wash's surface that haunted him too. Solidarity. She was probably doing this out of some need for it. And so she sat back and tried out her best smile, though it was weak and tiny and tired, it was genuine. "Do you want some help with the splint? I'm no medic, but I can probably secure it in place if you just hold it still," She offered with a little bit of a shrug.

"It's up to you though."

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[Suiteheart]

SUITE
HEART

Suiteheart was drawn forward by Margaery's voice, tugged forward by the bond she and her wife shared. As she neared the chocolate point and Washington, she couldn't help but notice how exhaustion seemed to hang in the air around the both of them - which wasn't good at all. She moved closer towards the pair, gently pressing her side into Margaery's for comfort. Her attention washed over the smilodon, concern slowly dripping into her ocean eyes.

"Washington, dude," she said, "you look like hell." It didn't take an experienced medical eye to know he was in pain. His posture was tense, stiff. If she could actually see his face, she might have guessed his teeth were gritted or that his eyes had been shut as if to squeeze the pain away.

The white feline left Margaery's side as she shifted to examine the break of Washington's arm a little better. The limb rested awkwardly on the ground. However, the break didn't seem too terribly bad. "I know how to set breaks, if you need it." The splint of sorts that was already around his arm was good, but it needed to be reinforced.

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