Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock(4), Glock magazine (3), lighter (full), Glasses case
HP: 7
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...
Everyone looks at their weapons and armaments, searching over themselves. "Aside from my normal munitions, I have a two hundred round clip of uranium rounds, for piercing armor. I also have two frag grenades." Charlie said, checking over his stuff and taking the chance to reload. "...I got ten special rounds. Not sure what they do, and ain't got a chance to try them out, some girl traded them to me for food. I haven't needed to eat yet, so I thought it was a good deal..." Colt said, showing you the bullets. There where several of them, each of different sizes and shapes, unhelpfully marked with a small symbol.
Wary of the time, your teammates start to pitch ideas. "We could jus' go around" Colt suggested, quickly wary of the time limit forced on you. "We could try to get out the same way that crazy fellar did, so we don havta fight through an army." "Or that could just waste or valuable time. That bastard set up something that will kill us if we don't hurry. Should have killed him when we had the chance..." Charlie bursts in, "We have to fight, and we have to be quick about it."
Any ideas?
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Name: Jessica Torrez
Age: 23
Equipment:
HP: 6
Int: 10
Str: 6
Agi: 14
Skills: Shotgun(3), Handgun(3)
Advantages: Quick: Jessica is remarkably fast and light on her feet, which can make her a tough target to hit, and helps her get to places others would have a hard time reaching, as well as helping her close distance with far away targets in relatively short time.
Disadvantages: Shifty: Jessica has a hard time keeping still, and as a result, will get irritable if she doesn't have anything to do. Curious: She can also get distracted from small tasks easily, and will always investigate something if she deems it more interesting than the task at hand, most times to the ire of her superiors.
Perks: Close Combat Specialist: Jessica prefers to get up close and personal, using her speed and agility to close distances quickly, and preferring shotguns and pistols to more traditional rifles and such.
Quirks: Hydrophobic: Jessica cannot swim, and in fact fears the water so much that even being on a fairly large boat terrifies her.
Bio: As a teen, Jessica's parents were brutally murdered on the streets of Toronto. With no home, and no relatives to stay with, she took to the streets, using her speed and quick wits to stay out of trouble. By the time the freaks hit, she knew the city like the back of her hand, and therefor was able to survive quite handily, until she wandered into a werewolf den. Fortunately for her, the area was also about to be cleared out by Archangel forces, and she survived with barely a scratch. The same could not be said for half of the Archangel team that saved her. Not one to sit idly by, and feeling partially responsible for the deaths of several Archangel agents, she immediately volunteered, wanting to put her survival skills to good use.
Drake puts his hand to his head, confused, then laughs as you start to run. "I would join you." He said, still laughing, "But we have a group of impatient children waiting for us. Comon', lets go." he continues, motioning for you to follow, as you start your lap. He leads you through a door, a large steel thing that opens with a *Woosh* as you enter the building.
You enter into a small hallway, which leads into an average size hallway. Doors line each side of the hallway, with people walking in and out, to and fro, and generally running everywhere through the hallway. You follow Drake as he leads you through a winding series of hallways, eventually leading into a large hallway. It was about the size of a highway, with hundreds if not thousands of people walking in crowded masses, several forklifts and other equipment is also seen. People of every kind walk, archangel soldiers with guns on their back and holsters, maintenance crews with hardhats and tools, workers with clipboards and sandwiches....In any case, you pass them all, eventually turning into a different, smaller hallway. After going through another maze of hallways, Drake stops in front of a heavy door. A blue, multi-headed dragon was carved into a heavy wooden door, with the words "Hydra squad" engraved similarly above it, painted black.
Drake opens the door, motioning for you to come in. "Class, say hello to Cat." Drake says as he makes a waving motion with his arms.
How do you greet your squad?
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Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), werewolf salve, flashlight, Ares Shrike, 185 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
You go over to look at the pictures. The first one you notice is of Otonashi. He was hugging a young woman with blond hair and a rifle on her back with one hand, the other behind his back as always. Behind him, a young man was holding up bunny ears above Otonashi's hat. On his other side, a separate young man was posing with his pistol like he was in an action movie. They where all smiling happily. A little separate from them was a man with dark hair and blue eyes, he still seemed happy, but a little awkward and not as close as the others. In the background was a dark door marked "Squad Noir". It was marked just after the troubles started.
The next pictures that caught your eye where a series. Tommy and Helena where shown in all of them, usually standing close together. They started in an old picture, from right after the troubles started. A large man, as large as you if not bigger, was standing in the middle, holding up a chair with Helena on it as Tommy sat on his shoulder. A woman with long hair and glasses was on their right, leaning on the man in the middle as if he was a wall. The picture next to it was a close up of a man's face, probably the guy taking the picture last time. He had brown hair and catlike eyes, from what you see of the picture. In the background, you can see the words "Squad Phoenix", written above an anime-style phoenix. The next several pictures show the people in squad phoenix posing in front of dead freaks, as if they where a deer or a fish. There was some large freaks, notably a small dragon that the whole squad was able to sit on, a group of shark-like mermaids, and what appears to be bigfoot, jokingly pixalated as the squad pretends to look for it. You notice in all of these that Helena only has one pistol holster, apparently not using two submachine guns yet. The next picture chronologically was different. The squad, including the man taking the pictures, was sitting around heavily wounded. Helena was not present in the picture, though Tommy was holding a wounded shoulder. The big man had lost both of his legs, still bleeding, as the woman tries to mend them with a white bandage, herself missing her right arm. The picture taker was holding his chest, blood was dripping out of his mouth. While they where all injured, they had all attempted a smile, some more successful then others. They where in a desert, and the camera was at a slight angle. The next picture was a reverse of the first picture. Helena was standing in the middle, holding a wheelchair with the large man on it, with bandaged feet. Tommy was leaning on Helena as if she was a wall, a small bandage on his arm. The woman was sitting down, laughing happily. The picture taker had intercepted this picture by taking himself close up on the side, a bandage covering one eye and over what you can see of his torso. Everyone is smiling happily again. The next picture of Helena and Tommy is the two of them in what looks like a school uniform, their fingers in a V for victory as they stood close to the camera.
The only other notable picture was the one of the group together with the man you don't recognize. It was marked just a week before you came.
Anything else you want to do during cooldown?
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It is a lot easier to wright long sentences when your not doing action scenes.