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Voting closed: July 28, 2013, 09:40:58 pm

[tryrar]

Ask about the mission parameters, and any special gear he might need(like arctic survival gear or something like that) as well as quickly explain he's the best at lost distance death with his rifle, though he's also a crack shot with his pistol if things get close range. This is so they can fit him wherever he can do the most good.

As a matter of fact, have him thaw just a little to give a brief dossier of himself so they know his skills and can work with them

[Rolepgeek]

Patricia was surprised to see a Mexican leading the squad. Lots of 'em probably used the occurences as a way to slip past immigrations, getting into the country. Maybe he could teach her Spanish? But this wasn't the time for those kinda questions, and her momma had still taught her manners. That, and being a female in the all-boys clubs of surgery. "Why's it called the Cloud, then, amigo?" As she spoke, she moved. "Oh, and ya'll got any liquor? Even just tequila'd be fine." She's rather big for a woman, though she is from the great state of Texas, so it makes sense. Her brown hair is done in a ponytail, and she looks around the room, before smiling at the man. She'd accepted his hand, of course, and while her grip wasn't actually crushing, she didn't usually think she should hold back, and it wasn't done with malice. That same grip was useful when trying to set a bone, or hold a struggling patient down. "We in Alaska then? Is there even Alaska anymore?"

[Stirk]

Name:Jack Darlon
Age:32
Equipment:Barret M82 Anti-Materiel Rifle, 5 clips of .50BMG ammo, browning m1911 pistol(with 3 clips of .45 ACP), combat knife
HP:12
Int:8
Str:12
Agi:10
Skills:Rifle(3), Small Arms (3)
Advantages: Special Forces Sniper. If Jack can see it, he can kill it. And thanks to his Force Recon sniper training, he can see and hit it from a long way off
Disadvantages:Emotional Distance. Jack's time in the special forces has had him sent to a variety of hellholes on the planet, and his experiences can make him sound distant and unemotional to those he doesn't know or trust, and trust is a very hard thing to come by with him.
Perks:He can drive a wide range of vehicles to get around, from your average motorcycle to a Bradly
Quirks:Lucky silver dollar. He has a dented silver dollar that saved his life once by deflecting a bullet. He never goes anywhere without it, and can actually attempt to refuse to do a mission if he doesn't have it on him
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You ask the question and hand him your profile. Conners simply gives a chuckle and hands it back. "We already have your dossier. We may not be strict with discipline and tough, but we highly funded and skilled."

"As for your mission parameters, well we will find out as soon as you do. Right now we are in the Cloud, it is the main base of all  Archangel operations. We come here for our missions, leave here for our missions, and then come back. It has everything we could ever need. Very soon, we will get a call saying something needs to be shot. We grab the weapons we need to shoot it, we get in our jetcopter, we shoot it, then we come back here for a smoke. Any more questions?"

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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, bottle of whiskey, hatchet, 50 .357 rounds, Contacts
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...

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"Its big, it is fluffy, and it is where the Archangels live. The base of our operations, the Cloud" he says, while he starts walking toward a strong-looking steel door. "I don't drink myself, it is against my religion and we are always on call for combat. Not to say people don't do it, I can put in a ration order for it later if it is your thing. Just try to not let it effect you job. We are not in Alaska, we are on the other half of the world. The nice little continent of Antarctica, to be exact. Might be cold, might be expensive to stay here, but it is the only place that never gets attacked by the freaks."

Goldman then opens the door, which makes a suction sound like a new jar of mayonnaise, and another swooshing sound when it closes. It looks like a hospital on the inside to, you notice. Many doors, people in a hurry to get somewhere. Goldman leads you to a door. It looks like a door that might lead to the average house, though it does not have a window. He opens it, leading to a room that looks like a living room. People are scattered around, and appear to have been waiting for you.

How do you greet them?

[tryrar]

Just how long until the mission and where his quarters are

[Doomblade187]

No requests or questions- settle in and wait.

[Stirk]

Name:Jack Darlon
Age:32
Equipment:Barret M82 Anti-Materiel Rifle, 5 clips of .50BMG ammo, browning m1911 pistol(with 3 clips of .45 ACP), combat knife
HP:12
Int:8
Str:12
Agi:10
Skills:Rifle(3), Small Arms (3)
Advantages: Special Forces Sniper. If Jack can see it, he can kill it. And thanks to his Force Recon sniper training, he can see and hit it from a long way off
Disadvantages:Emotional Distance. Jack's time in the special forces has had him sent to a variety of hellholes on the planet, and his experiences can make him sound distant and unemotional to those he doesn't know or trust, and trust is a very hard thing to come by with him.
Perks:He can drive a wide range of vehicles to get around, from your average motorcycle to a Bradly
Quirks:Lucky silver dollar. He has a dented silver dollar that saved his life once by deflecting a bullet. He never goes anywhere without it, and can actually attempt to refuse to do a mission if he doesn't have it on him
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"Well something usually comes up once a day. Your quarters are third room to the right..." Just as he finishes the sentence, the room jumps up in alarm. A siren was going off, and a light was flashing. Looking to the noise, there was a laptop computer set up in a corner, and behind it was a flashing light. Connors ran to the computer and started talking. You could not hear what he said, as everyone was getting ready for a mission. Guns, never far away from hand, where now in ready position, tests where being done, and a book was being saved. After the chaos was over, the people where standing in a line ready to get the mission parameters. A large man wearing a hard hat came bursting thru the rear door, in order to see what is going on.

Conners stands before everyone and begins talking. "Well looks like you got your mission. Windago in Canada. Cold weather gear on, it isn't to bad but a blizzard has been following the creature. It gets stronger every person it kills, so make it fast. You got the jetcopter up and running, right Brooky?"

"More or less..." Said the large man quickly, "We will be able to get there. We can't have air support in a blizzard, though. "

The men quickly get ready and run through the back door. It is a hallway, but much smaller then the main hallway with fewer doors. At the end of the hallway is a heavy door, much like the one that you entered with. Inside is a large room, also much like the garage you came in in, except smaller. Inside the room is a single helicopter, it looks like a slightly larger civilian helicopter, maybe one used for life flight.

Any preparations you want to make before the mission?

[tryrar]

Carefully take jack's sniper rifle out of the case, inspect the scope(making sure it's still pre-sighted), check the action, put it back in, and then check his pistol, making sure it's loaded and that the safety is on before putting it into his special quick-release back holster. Then take out his lucky coin, give it a rub, and put it in the pouch around his neck next to his dog tags. Ask where in Canada the Wendigo is so he can get an idea of terrain and start planning sniper nests

[Rolepgeek]

"Aww, is this all for me? You shouldn't've. Speakin' of, what do you need me for?" Patricia looks around the room for something to sit down in. She was surprised that he wasn't a Mexican, but an Arab. Maybe one of the less suicidy types. They probably all got killed when the Calamity happened. Hopefully made themselves useful and killed plenty of whatever showed up over there. Probably genies and flying carpets.

[Stirk]

Name: Johnathan Legrin
Age: 31
Equipment:Beretta 92 (2 clips), Calvary Saber, toolbox
HP: 7
Stats:
Int: 12
Str: 7
Agi: 11
Skills:Engineer(3), small arms(2), close combat (3)
Advantages: A tinker, Johnathan knows how to make stuff, and fix stuff, and was a fencer in his spare time, getting rather good at it.
Disadvantages: He's not used to guns, and doesn't like them, in addition to often having been thoroughly traumatized in New York.
Perks: He likes hiking and being in the outdoors, and so is used to being outside.
Quirks: He has a minor case of OCD. (What exactly said obsession/compusion is will be decided when it comes around to it.)
Bio: Working as an engineer at a New York-based company, he was among the first hit by the horde. He survived by using his wits to escape the quarantine zone, but was heavily traumatized- his family survived by virtue of being on the outskirts of the city. Before the change in his life, he had been born and raised in the south, though he moved to New York for his job, where he would later meet his wife. He also picked up fencing while in college, and continued the hobby until now, at which point he's found a practical use for it.

After the attacks in New York and his escape from the quarantine zone, he was finally reunited with his family. However, he was severly traumatized by what he had seen, and wanted to do something to ease the burden. So, upon hearing about Operation Archangel, he jumped at the chance. His family was reluctant to let him go, but realized the weight that was still on his mind, and so tearfully let him go forth to fight the menace.
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You relax and socialize for a few hours, getting to know your new squad a little bit better. They are all pleasant people, in their own way. Vlad managed to get drunk, making him even more hammy then usual, Angela and Walker sit back and had tea. Timmy ate some food until he was full, after which he went and hung out with Vlad. Not much happens, and eventually you are lead to your room. It is bigger then you imagined, it is more like a collage dormitory then a military barrack. Your room has it's own simple bed, a dresser with your uniform in it, and a small desk in the corner. You take a nice shower, in the boy's restroom. It was a private stall, and the water somehow managed to keep pleasantly warm the whole time. You go to sleep with no trouble. When you wake up, Walter had prepared a plate of biscuits stuffed with sausage, egg, cheese, and bacon, stating that the protein was supposed to help with Vlad's hangover. You have one yourself, it tasted good, kind of like the ones you get at fast food places except a whole lot better.

The tank, dubbed "Abraham" by the squad, came in right after you had breakfast. You went to check it out, having nothing else to bug you with. It was a lot larger then you had thought, taking the already large m1 abrams and adding what appears to be an extra turret. You check the mechanisms, and you do understand many of the workings enough to be able to fix minor things that effect it. It was currently in great condition, and you where interrupted by Vlad when you where finished the job.

"Ready for a MISSION friend?" He asks, putting his hand over your neck. He seems to have gotten over the hangover, impressive feat considering how much he drank last night. "Better be prepared, I can feel a MISSION coming along soon!"

Anything else you want to do before something important happens?

[Doomblade187]

Make sure my gear is in order, and let's get going.

[tryrar]

Oh, one more thing, grab arctic ghillie suit to blend in with the snow, as well as a military issue wireless radio(if they aren't handed out as a matter of course that is)

[Jbg97]

((Any room left?))

[Stirk]

Name:Jack Darlon
Age:32
Equipment:Barret M82 Anti-Materiel Rifle, 5 clips of .50BMG ammo, browning m1911 pistol(with 3 clips of .45 ACP), combat knife, communicator
HP:12
Int:8
Str:12
Agi:10
Skills:Rifle(3), Small Arms (3)
Advantages: Special Forces Sniper. If Jack can see it, he can kill it. And thanks to his Force Recon sniper training, he can see and hit it from a long way off
Disadvantages:Emotional Distance. Jack's time in the special forces has had him sent to a variety of hellholes on the planet, and his experiences can make him sound distant and unemotional to those he doesn't know or trust, and trust is a very hard thing to come by with him.
Perks:He can drive a wide range of vehicles to get around, from your average motorcycle to a Bradly
Quirks:Lucky silver dollar. He has a dented silver dollar that saved his life once by deflecting a bullet. He never goes anywhere without it, and can actually attempt to refuse to do a mission if he doesn't have it on him

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You ask check your weapons, finding nothing wrong with them. Conner answers your questions while looking thru a small shed for snow gear. "A small town up north. Mostly a hunting town, a wooded area. Don't know the name of it. Eggy would probably know more about it, if you get a chance to talk to him later you should ask him. Now we have to go." he says, pulling out a bag of shells labeled "HELLFIRE" and puts a small pouch in his pocket.

The group then collects in the garage. It was impressive the time they made, they where ready in under half an hour. Conners had his Benelli, Katy had a M16, Brooky was apparently unarmed (You assume he kept his weapon in the copter), and Eggy had a pistol and a backpack. The men filed on to the copter. It was a lot larger then you had originally thought. The beds where kind of like massage chairs, maybe more like dentist chairs, laying down and slightly curved. The men sit down, unreclining the seats to the point they looked more like car seats. Brooky took the driver spot, with five other seats positioned at equal positions around the inside of the copter. You lift off, you can not see very much of the outside, as the only window is a thick one at the front. For a few minutes, the ride is a lot like a normal helicopter, but about ten minutes, everybody started reclining their seats.

"Recline your seat, push this button. We are getting ready for conversion, might get a bit bumpy if you are not used to it." After reclining your seat, you notice everyone put their guns in a pouch next to them. You do the same, careful not to throw off your guns calibrations. A seat belt comes from the sides and secured you tightly, and a mask like the ones used by fighter pilots falls from the ceiling. You put it on, watching what everyone else does. You can't see much threw it, but a minute after you are ready you feel yourself move to the side. Then there was a huge burst in speed.

After a few hours of flying, there is a great loss of speed and you feel yourself moving back. The mask stops giving oxygen, and you take it off. The helicopter then begins to descend after a few minutes. "Looks like we are here... states Conners, as he pulls his gun out of the pouch. Everyone else prepares their weapons as well, and as the plane starts to land Conner stats his plan.

"We split up, using the communicators to stay in touch. Eggy and Brooks stay with the town, Eggy help them set up a defensive and Brooks continue to do any work you can on the jetcopter. If the Windago comes there, Brooks and the town can handle it. I will go to the area the blizzard is thickest, since it probably has something to do with the Windago. Conner and Katy are on your own, go out and try to find it the best you can. If you see anything just use the headphones to call back. Affirmative?"

Everyone says affirmative afterwords. The door to the jetcopter opens and everyone files out, and begin walking away.

What do you do first?

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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, bottle of whiskey, hatchet, 50 .357 rounds, Contacts
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...

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The people all greet, most of them warmly. "I am sorry we don't have much time to greet you, but we are always on call. Odds are we are going to have a mission soon. Well lets get introductions out of the way..." Goldman stated, as he found his own armchair, in a corner next to a small bookshelf. In the opposite corner, a man with a machine gun stood up and tipped his beret-like hat toward you as he stated "I am Charlie. Heavy gunner, served in the US army several years, deployed in two wars and now this new one."

Next a tall, wiry man greeted you with a small salute. He was carrying a sub machine gun on his back and had a sandwich in his left hand. "I am Scout, infiltration and recon. I was a cop back in New York."

Finally, two people waved casually toward you. They appear to be twins, of opposite gender, with blond hair cut short and brown eyes. They both had assault rifles on their backs, m16s if you guess right. "Hi! I am Johnson and that is Johnson!" the male twin said, "we are general assault. No formal training, but we still do great work!"

"Feel free to ask any questions. There is probably going to be a mission soon, so you might want to make preparations as well."

Any questions to ask or supplies you want?

[Stirk]

((Any room left?))

Plenty. As long as you have time to wait for me to write for everyone.

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Name: Johnathan Legrin
Age: 31
Equipment:Beretta 92 (2 clips), Calvary Saber, toolbox
HP: 7
Stats:
Int: 12
Str: 7
Agi: 11
Skills:Engineer(3), small arms(2), close combat (3)
Advantages: A tinker, Johnathan knows how to make stuff, and fix stuff, and was a fencer in his spare time, getting rather good at it.
Disadvantages: He's not used to guns, and doesn't like them, in addition to often having been thoroughly traumatized in New York.
Perks: He likes hiking and being in the outdoors, and so is used to being outside.
Quirks: He has a minor case of OCD. (What exactly said obsession/compusion is will be decided when it comes around to it.)
Bio: Working as an engineer at a New York-based company, he was among the first hit by the horde. He survived by using his wits to escape the quarantine zone, but was heavily traumatized- his family survived by virtue of being on the outskirts of the city. Before the change in his life, he had been born and raised in the south, though he moved to New York for his job, where he would later meet his wife. He also picked up fencing while in college, and continued the hobby until now, at which point he's found a practical use for it.

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You check your gear after Vlad went off to do something on his own. Just when everything appeared to be in order, you hear an alarm back in the main room. You rush to see what is going on, and see everyone getting ready ferociously, with equipment being everywhere and people preparing things. Angela came up to help explain things to you "We have a call. A medium sized Zmey near Moscow. Get prepared." she said, rather hurriedly, as she walked to get equipment. Timmy and talked to you as well. "Your going to need to be ready. We may have a strong tank, but it will take several hours for us to be able to get Abraham in. We will have to keep the Zmey down until we can get the tank in..."

Anything you want to prepare before you go?

[tryrar]

Jack will recon the perimeter and try to find a spot where he has over-watch on the town as well as well as as much of the surrounding countryside as possible, then set up his rifle and report in