THE HERO OF WAR | {P, COOPER}

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

[member=911]Dale Cooper.[/member]

What was he supposed to think? He was a former human that had landed and transformed on a strange planet. He hadn't even managed to really gather all that much intel from this place in the first place. He was a soldier, and he knew that if he had been absent from the crash that others may be in danger and he wouldn't be able to save them. But who would he save with all the other Freelancers anyway? He knew that he couldn't really trust another Freelancer to be able to team up with them, but it was just difficult for him. He didn't know how to act in a place like this. He was able to figure out who was in charge, and with the way that this group had themselves ranked it reminded himself of military organization. Maybe if he knew more about animals he would have figured out what to do a long time ago, but he didn't. The soldier had a fondness when it came to cats when he was in the Project, but he hadn't exactly expected to turn into one. He didn't have enough knowledge to make concrete opinions on the place that he was in now, he just knew that they would be able to help him. Agent Washington had no reason to try and help this group if they ran into some type of trouble, as there was no reason to do something like that in his eyes. It wasn't his business to use his resources to try and help them, and even in the large body that he was in right now he doubted that he was any sort of help. Although unannounced to him, he had a plethora of powers that would end up helping him fight enemies that he would come across. A question that nagged him though, as if something happened during the crash, potentially a technology malfunction to teleport him somewhere, did other's suffer the same fate? Where was Carolina? Where was North? York? Tex? Any of them? Were they even alive after the crash? After all, a spaceship crashing from orbit down onto the ground didn't exactly give anyone good odds of survival. But they had highly weaponized armor that always kept them safe. Washington didn't have any doubts in his mind that they would all end up surviving. Now just came the task of surviving in a place like this. He didn't know how to hunt, and he didn't know how to do anything an animal would do.

He was a soldier. He had been on missions where they did stake out a base they were going to attack and camping out in the forest for a short amount of time before making their move. But they had rations then that was provided to them by the project. Not this. Washington was sitting outside of the observatory, having his armor on like usual, including his helmet. There was no need for him to take his armor off. As far as he was concerned the smilodon believed everyone here to be a potential enemy. Having been stabbed in the back by the organization that he had trusted from the very beginning. Making him think that they were the good guys, he was apprehensive when it came to trying to talk to others. He had yet to try and use the telescope to tell whether or not he was actually on Earth or some alien planet that had talking fauna. The dark grey predator had one of his arm pieces off, and was cleaning them. Cleaning equipment was only standard after all. He kept his helmet on though, and he had asked someone to get him a cloth and he had a small bucket of water next to him. Crash landing in his armor had done a number on it, but nothing was cracked. Not surprising. It was a titanium alloy armor that was somewhat heavy but extremely durable at the same time. He didn't have to worry about the likes of a predators teeth trying to pierce through his armor. Except if they were able to find the small openings in his armor. And his armor didn't cover his flank either so that was another problem. Even though no one could see behind his visor, a solemn look was spread across his facial features as he used his paw to wipe the shoulder plate. A low sigh would escape his jaws as he hadn't slept since he arrived in this place. This was a cluster fuck in his mind. "speech"

[glow=black,2,300]— ✘ —[/glow]

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):
★

PHYSICAL:
★ AMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference (#3).
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