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[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, hatchet, 60 .357 rounds (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (29), grenade (1),  Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
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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Scout nods as he unsilences his gun. "Sounds good" he said, getting into position. "Ready when you are." You then move in, walking though another small hallway, with your gun in position. Suddenly you come into a large room, with several old weapons everywhere. There where about a dozen guns, most flying around. Several where rifles, a few where pistols, all apparently unloaded and not in firing shape. But there was also a small field-cannon with a cannonball, pointing directly at you. You quickly look around for cover, finding nothing sufficient.

What do you do?

[Rolepgeek]

Hit the deck!

[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, hatchet, 60 .357 rounds (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (29), grenade (1),  Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
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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You quickly hit the ground, seconds before the cannon goes off with a deafening *POOOM*, a large cannonball flying right where your torso was hits the wall several feet behind you, causing the cannonball to fly past the drywall and make a dent in the cement behind it. Two old-style rifles began to scoop up black powder from a case somewhere behind the cannon as the cannonball starts to pull free. A rifle and a revolver-style pistol start heading toward you cautiously.

What do you do now?

[Rolepgeek]

Buckshot to the barrel! Rifle first, if I can't get both, then the revolver. Afterwards, leap forward and try to grab them by the handles. Weapons vs. weapons...I can use them!

[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, hatchet, 60 .357 rounds (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (28), grenade (1),  Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
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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You shoot the rifle with your right barrel, splintering wood and bending mettle, sending it flying to the ground. The pistol begins spinning like a top as it heads toward you, but you manage to get around off into it, causing it to fly down as well. You roll over to the pistol and pick it up, but find it unusable. It is just a replica, and even then is filled with storage chemicals making it unusable. You might be able to throw it, but that is about it.

The cannon ball pulls itself out of the wall, and begins to roll back to the cannon which is preparing to fire. What do you do now?

[Rolepgeek]

Pick up the broken rifle. Stick it into the cannon barrel before the ball gets there. If it gets there first, jump over the cannon. Or try.

[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, hatchet, 60 .357 rounds (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (28), grenade (1), Broken Replica Rifle,  Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
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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You pick up the broken rifle and make a run for the cannon. One of the guns loading the cannon jumps toward you, but you manage to jump to the side, only to trip over the cannonball, falling to the ground. You cought yourself without any damage, but the cannonball continued to pick up speed as it jumped into the barrel.

Hearing the gunfire, Scout rushes in the entrance with his gun raised. What do you do now?

[Rolepgeek]

Buckshot into the cannon barrel!

[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, hatchet, 60 .357 rounds (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (28), grenade (1), Broken Replica Rifle,  Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
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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You quickly point your gun at the cannon and bull the trigger! *Click*....Damn. You fired both of your barrels at the guns who attacked you. You go to quick draw your revolver, but the cannon fires again. The large *BOOM* fills the air as the cannonball flies next to you, *WHOOSHING* as it changes directions! It rolls right into Scout's arm with an unpleasant sound, sending him to the ground with a small shout.

What do you do now?

[Rolepgeek]

Grab the cannon. Flip it over. Jump up and down on it. Get out revolver. Shoot at any guns going for Scout.

[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, .357 Magnum, hatchet, 56 .357 rounds (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (28), grenade (1),   Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
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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You grab the cannon and flip it over, which turns out to be difficult. It looks like it is just a replica, but it must way at least two hundred pounds. Using all your strength, you push it over, creaking the wheels, and jump on it, cracking the wheels as the cannon crashes to the tiled floor.

You grab your revolver and rush over to Scout, who was being surrounded by three guns who where taking advantage of his injury. You fire two shots at the nearest, sending it flying to the ground. They then turn their attention to you, as you fire two more bullets at a rifle coming at you like an arrow, and sending it cracking down at your feet. The next gun, a pistol, gets really close, and you can't get a good shot at it. You pull out the broken gun you had stored awkwardly and hit the gun with it, snapping your gun in half and sending the pistol flying back.

The remaining guns are apparently getting into some kind of battle formation, four rifles in front with four pistols in back. What do you do now?

[Xanmyral]

You indeed accepting new players? This acceptable? I haven't caught up with the thread yet however, but will when I get the time.

Spoiler: Warning, Rather Large (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: [I'll leave this up to you, if that's alright.]
HP: 15 [I think that's right...]
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: [Yours to do, based upon description]
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

Spoilers are your friend. Although I wish they could be nested.

Spoiler: For Easy Ctrl-C'ing and Ctrl-V'ing (click to show/hide)

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[b]Name:[/b] Alec Rowe
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Equipment:[/b] [I'll leave this up to you, if that's alright.]
[b]HP:[/b] 15 [I think that's right...]
[b][u]Stats[/u][/b]
[b]Int:[/b] 8
[b]Str:[/b] 15
[b]Agi:[/b] 7
[b]Skills:[/b] [Yours to do, based upon description]
[b]Advantages:[/b] [abbr=Practically impossible to discourage from a course of action if his mind is to it. When focused on doing something, will attempt again and again until he gets it right. Practice makes perfect, after all.]Determined[/abbr]
[b]Disadvantages:[/b] [abbr=Nasty habit he picked up due to stress. Has tried to quit several times, but to his shame has only won about a month or two of freedom from it each before going back.]Chain-Smoker[/abbr], [abbr=Often on edge and feels pulled from various angles, even if he knows he shouldn't be. Recent times hasn't helped him any.]Stressed[/abbr]
[b]Perks:[/b] [abbr=All the advantages of having a large frame tends to have. Intimidating size, wielding larger things than usual, having huge guts, rip and tear, etc.]Large Frame[/abbr], [abbr=All the positive things that go with being a good person. Kind reputation, helpful attitude and demeanor, etc.]Good Samaritan[/abbr], [abbr=It is said that even fools who keep their mouth shut are viewed as more intelligent than the fool who speaks readily.]Quiet[/abbr]
[b]Quirks:[/b] [abbr=Rarely speaks out beyond the odd sentence, more often to just give a gesture than a word.]Quiet[/abbr], [abbr=The bad things that tend to go with an insatiable urge to help people, which usually just includes being put in harms way to bring someone else out of it.]Good Samaritan[/abbr], [abbr=All the disadvantages having a large frame tends to have. Normal sized things are often too small for him, easy to bump into stuff, hard to fit into small places, etc.]Large Frame[/abbr]
[b]Bio:[/b] Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

[Stirk]

You indeed accepting new players? This acceptable? I haven't caught up with the thread yet however, but will when I get the time.

Yep! That is great. It isn't really necessary to get caught up, you can if you want to see my writing style a bit, but at the moment nothing major has happened (That I am willing to spoil...). In fact, we only have Patricia left, most of the other players have gone dormant.

Forgive me if I do something stupid in this post, it is getting late here. Try to make it a rule not to wright past 10:00, and I think I have already spelled write wrong a dozen times already.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full)
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

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All right! Now lets see if I remember how to write and opening!
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You look outside the circular window of the ship at the large building on the snowy ground. You have been traveling for maybe a week on a relatively small cargo boat, filled with boxes of everything from ammunition to boxes of pens. It wasn't a bad journey, the people where friendly if a bit distant, and you had a lot of alone time. You had offered to help a little on the boat, mostly moving things around, and managed to not have any mishaps. Overall, a very uneventful trip. The building is large, though not tall, and reminded you of a school, somehow. An ice breaker boat was leading you to a dry dock in the side, with two openings like some kind of ramp. The ice breaker goes in the first, being pulled by a complicated series of large chains, as your ship follows suit. The boat lurches as the boats PM speaks up. "Alec, time for you to get off." you hear the captain's voice speak up, rather work like. You exit your cabin, a small room you had spent the week in, and exit the boat. People where moving equipment out of the cargo hold, as a young man waves toward you.

"Alec Rowe?" He asks in a somewhat-high voice, questioningly. How do you greet him?

[Xanmyral]

Alec stretches when he reaches land, glad to be in a larger space. Less chances of bumping into a wall or edges or break anything. Hard to break good wooden boxes, at least by nudging them that is. Alec readjusted his jacket, watching his breathe come out as steam, as he pondered if he should offer any help with the cargo. His hand unconsciously snakes for his pocket to dig out a cigaret. Idly glancing around to get a better look at the work being done, as well as for any 'No Smoking' signs, he takes in the scene around him. He wouldn't be surprised if he found signs prohibiting smoking, official-type buildings didn't tend to appreciate such things.

Stopping when he heard someone say his name, Alec turned his attention to the young man. He gave the man a nod, then getting rid of one last creak in his neck, he ambled his way towards the young man. When there, his large hand presents itself for a handshake, Alec's face still having a rather tired look.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full)
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

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The man shakes your hand firmly, though you shake his more firmly. You notice a "NO SMOKING" sign with several other languages written under it, and the "no smoking" symbol just to for good measure. The man speaks. "Hello. I am your squad commander, my name is Otonashi Satou, former US special forces. Call me Oto, it is easier to say when you are in a hurry. Here, follow me" he says as he turns, waving you to follow him. You do so, leaving the dry dock through a thick steel door that opens with a *WOOSH* sound, which closes heavily behind you as you enter a hallway. It is significantly warmer in here, and it gets even warmer the further away you get from the door. The hallway is large, enough for several people to walk next to each other, and there are a few people walking around and doing their own work at the moment. After a few minutes of walking, you end up in an even larger hallway, probably the size of a normal highway with people running to and fro, some with cargo and boxes, others with guns across their backs, and others still just strolling around. You follow Oto carefully, to avoid getting lost in the crowd. Eventually you make another turn, going into a smaller hallway, like one you would find in a hospital. Doors are along all sides, some ornate some simple, and there are a few more hallways breaking off from this.

Oto turns to one of the doors and motions for you to stop. You look at the door, a solid door made of what looks like cast iron, with the words "Ouroboros Squad" above a well-designed image of a cast iron snake, eating its own tail in a figure 8. Oto opens the door, and you follow. Several people are standing and sitting around the room, looking toward the door as you enter. "Troops, this is Alec Rowe, the new member." Otonashi says, his hands behind his back.

How do you greet them?