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 find a vent in the top of the room and start smoking, the smoke being pulled to the vent, as you turn on the TV. The number of news channels had doubled since the troubles started, now split in two groups. One group focuses on mundane news like before, the second focuses on Freak activities. Of course the two have a lot of overlap, the mundane news often ends up relating to the freaks.
When you first flick on the TV, there is a man talking swiftly about some random happenings. A long list of names come up the screen like credits for a movie, "Our brave Archangels. Died in the last twenty four hours.", followed by a longer list "Innocents lost", of civilian casualties. You change the channel, to a mundane station. It was showing a debate in the U.S, two men where debating on the foreign policy, focusing on weather America should send troops to assist other nations or have them all stationed in America. You flip the channel again, noticing a movie "The Candle of Hope", an incredibly high-budget recruitment movie by the Archangels using several famous actors and screened for free wherever they can fit it. You flip the channel to another news station, this one focusing on the recent phenomena of cults and magicians, warning the viewer of the potential negative side effects, and giving a number to call if you suspect a friend of illegal magic usage.
You check the time on the TV, finding you have an hour left of cooldown. Is there anything you want to do?
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Name: Jessica Torrez
Age: 23
Equipment:Benelli M3 (0), 12 gauge shells (28) Berretta(0), Berretta clips (3), combat knife, lighter(full)
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.
You cut through your uniform, the strong armor difficult to cut, but you do mange it. Drake nodes, shrugging "Just wait a bit. We will be called any time now. Til then, just hang out here."
You wait, eating a few more of the shrimp, eating the same kinds of shrimp before, as well as some buttery shrimp, a raw shrimp that was much colder then the rest, and a shrimp puff filled with spices and vegetables of some kind. Eventually a loud alarm sounds, surprising you as everyone scramble's to get their weapons ready. Everyone picks up a gun of some sort, getting up and ready to do anything necessary. Drake runs to a laptop in the corner, speaking to it, though you can not hear what he is saying or see who he was talking to. He returns, everyone waiting for him to speak.
"A group of ninja has shown itself in Maine" Drake said, putting air quotes around the word "ninja". "Normally, we would ignore this, but the police had found several men poisoned to death, several more stabbed to death. The police had surrounded one, though he disappeared leaving a log in his place, making it our problem. They are defiantly Freaks, and they apparently have some connections to a cult. Any questions?"
Is there anything you want to do before fighting the Ninja?
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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock(10), Glock magazine (1), 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...
You get your pistol up and take aim at the one on the left, sending three bullets speeding down the hallway. He is to far to hit perfectly, but you manage to send the three bullets into his center of mass. Wood splinters fly everywhere as the bullets hit the brute, sending him stumbling temporarily as he crashes into the wall. You quickly fire a bullet at the two other brutes, missing one shot, but the other smashing into the brute's forehead, sending him falling to the ground as the bullet sticks in his head, a dent forming as if it had hit a steel plate. The brute left unharmed began to return fire, spraying his large gun at you in suppressing fire. Large bullets fly past you quicker then you can see, making the wall behind you explode with shrapnel.
What do you do now?
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