Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock(15), Glock magazine (3), PP-19 Bizon 2 (53 overpressure), lighter (full), Glasses case
HP: 10
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 grab a lighter as you go out to the jet copter jetcopter with the others, quickly starting your journey. A few hours later, the plane shudders as it slows down. Looking out, it looks the you are going to an average house on a ranch. It was pretty big and wooden, but other then that it was pretty unassuming. "We don't know much of what lies ahead." Goldman says, a little more awake. Charlie had driven the jetcopter here allowing Goldman to sleep the ride, somehow he managed to do so even at those speeds. "We will go in together, search the place, and destroy everyone for good this time. Land the jetcopter there." He continues, as the copter goes to the landing. Everyone grabs their weapons and files out, heading to the door in the awkward combat position. By the time you get to the door, you are pretty much a line, and enter as such with the twins in first. You all file in and look around.
The house is empty, but not particularly eerily so, it was as if someone moved away and the house had been left alone. There were many rooms, all empty, but the light bulbs were left in and you could see just fine. Cobwebs, some really large, had taken root in the corners of one room. Maybe it had been a false lead? You continue down a hallway, when suddenly you hear a noise.
The two walls, in front of you and on your left, had creaked a little bit, something that happens a lot in an old house, but it sounded as if a hinge had been lose. Everyone else is in another room, searching for themselves. It is probably nothing, and might waste your time searching, but do you want to search the walls?
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Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), werewolf salve, flashlight, Ares Shrike, 200 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (2)
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
Otonashi nods, putting his hat over his face and pulling up in a little salute as the helicopter shudders a little, a door opening and a large turret gun sliding into place, like a puzzle. Tommy got up and put on his green eyepiece, pushing a button as he takes the gun and begins firing. Down below, you can now see the undead more clearly.
They where a horrible sight, it was an old grave, meaning that many had rotten away almost completely, leaving browned bones walking. Some were more fresh, newly rotting, with the smell of death reaching all the way up to the helicopter as you continue to look below. Tommy's gun spat bullets, crashing below and tearing apart undead as if he had run your sledge hammer into the wall, sending rotten body parts flying to the ground, and making a small path of destroyed earth and corpses. The copter quickly turns around 360 degrees as you, David, and Helena quickly get up, holding hands in a circle with Helena wearing the backpack, jump out of the jetcopter. You scarcly hear the "gogogo!" From Tommy as he adjusts his aim. You fall, in a star shape with the other two squadmates holding you in a death grip, for seconds before the pack on Helena's back opens with a *twink WOOSH*, causing a drastic loss of speed and Helena holding both of you up, as several parachutes launched from her back. You saw a circle one, one shaped like a wing, and a larger square one above her, and below her launched a thick sort of bouncy-house like material. You think you saw something like it on a picture of the new mars rover. You take a second to notice how strong Helena is, holding the two of you easily and you quickly descend. The landing is still hard, as you quickly hit the pillow like landing gear, an arm, bone more like it, had grabbed between the seems, feeling around and grabbing your leg. Even through the bullet-resistant uniform, you felt its chill, as David quickly shot it. It hung on your leg a second before falling, as you and the rest of the squad get up.
"Veresk don't fail me now!" Helena says happily, as she pulls out two pistol-like guns from holsters on her hip, smiling toothily. One of Tommy's comments during your training comes to mind, when he half-jokingly told you that you would need super strength to wield even two pistols accurately, but insisted that you could wield two machine guns. Helena fired the guns in bursts, apparently easily controlling them as she shot some undead that had been ganging up on your landing zone. The group quickly gets up and starts running on the path Tommy had cleared, crunching the bones of corpses as they run, you on the side. The smell gets worse every step you get, undead being only a few feet away being driven off by your two squad mates as you run. Once, you saw David stand on a legless corpse that grabbed him with both hands, making him stumble temporarily before he shot it in the head, breaking off his arms as he ran. As the whole army of undead seemed to get closer and closer, you finally make it to the small stone gate of the catacombs. It had been built into the hill, a thick stone entrance into a stone hole in the ground. As you enter, Tommy begins opening fire, now that you are out of the way he can shoot again. The same reason why you had avoided firing, you were told that the ones on the side are the ones you have to watch and the faster people would hit them better, the ones behind would just be a waste of ammo. The guns mow down the disgusting corpses like grass, as you notice more bones with dots of flesh rising out of rectangular holes in the ground.
While you enter the catacombs, your demolitionist training kicks in, and you notice a structural weak point in the gate. You may be able to take it down in just a few minutes with your sledge hammer. This could break down the gate over the entrance, keeping some undead out, and helping David with his task. Of course this will make it harder for you and your squad to get out, which could cost you your life if you are in a hurry. Besides that, you are not sure it would work, and could just waste time that could be used to hunt the Barrow Write.
What do you do now?
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