Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), flashlight, Ares Shrike, 144 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 quickly pull your gun into position and fire three rounds, the position of the leg not allowing you to hit the joint. You manage three holes along the end of the leg as it retreats into the hole, as fast as lightning. Little green droplets float toward you as the smell of newly opened flesh fills your still-super senses, as you look toward Tommy. He was standing still, rather calmly, as his voice came over the communicator. He closed the eye behind the eyepiece as he stated "Oy, David, shine your light over here some more!".
You take this moment to notice that both David and Otonashi had a flashlight, to them it must have been incredible dark. The spider had destroyed some of the lights with its original run, and it looks like the power has gone out to the rest....The fact you used the salve must be obvious. In any case, David obliged as two new holes exploded from the walls, which you where also able to doge by jumping to the side. David doges toward it, going behind it between it and the wall. Both legs crash into the concrete creating a large hole, as Tommy stands still, with a smug look on his face. "Yep! No shadow." he states, pretending to knock on the giant spider arm with one hand as the other holds his shotgun lovingly. "Justanotherlusion." he said, nodding.
"Alec, Tommy, would you to examine the holes closely? After all, you don't need light..." Otonashi spoke up over the communicator, glaring at you suspiciously. Tommy jumps up to the nearby wall. "Yep! Just an illusion!" he says, knocking on what appears to be an empty space. You examine the holes created next to you, on the floor. They are empty. Real holes.
What do you do now?
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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader), rosary, glasses, 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 yell out your plan, without stopping for a second, as your rush toward the arm brutes. They raise their guns to shoot as you rush, apparently confused as to why you are not stopping. They begin to fire poorly aimed shots form their guns, bullets whizzing past you. Luckily none hit you, and the one you moved toward raised his gun to use it like a club. His mistake. You bring down your hatchet hard on the brute's neck, slipping past his large machine gun by inches. It scratches his neck, with a metallic *Clang* and sparks emitting from the blow. The rest of your body follows suite, tackling the Freak to the ground, if not doing much damage. You see Charlie next to you, who had done a football-like tackle with a knife in his hands, taking down the large brute nicely and stabbing it several times inneffectivly as the twins and Colt manage to rush past.
This brutes may be large, but they are not very coordinated or smart. It is almost like they are new to being human, like some kind of twisted baby. In any case you manage to "defeat" them easily, tackling them both to the ground as you run past. Both of them get up and raise their guns once again, firing a few wild shots before the rush of water and black tar overcome them, crushing and drowning them as the shogoth devoured them, slowing him down even less then it slowed you down. You continue running, making it to the strange door you recognize as leading to the stairwell, now shut once again. Charlie, who is ahead of you, kicks the door open and waits to one side as the twins squeeze through the door. Charlie begins firing his gun full auto while waiting, the bullets taking off a little bit more of the monster behind you that gets ever closer. You and the rest of the squad then quickly go to the latter, the twins trading Charlie for Colt as he goes up the ladder like a monkey, Colt on his back. It isn't as if Colt is all that heavy, after all... You follow the twins, with Goldman behind you. When you where about halfway up the ladder, the shogoth appeared at the bottom, and began quickly filling up the cylinder like a tube, going quickly up, faster then you could hope to go on the ladder....
As the shogoth below you destroys and devours the ladder, Charlie throws down what appears to be a rope. Goldman below you grabs on, and grabs on to you as he *ZOOMS* upward, motioning you to grab for the twins. You do so, forming your own rope, as you exit through the steel entrance with the shogoth now mere feet behind you. You look to see that Charlie had fired what appears to be a grappling gun, sticking it on his machine gun like a suppressor. Your now in the house again.
Any idea how to get out faster or slow down the shogoth?
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