Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (2), Lighter (full), flashlight, Ares Shrike, 200 5.56 rounds (Loaded) Agimat
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 look through the cloths in an attempt to find something professional. While many do in fact look "professional", none look respectable. On top of the ones you had already found, there was a spray-painted gold bikini, a dress made of see-through plastic wrap, a cave(wo?)man bikini, a nurse....again, why does he have these things? You decide on the stewardess outfit.
You grab the outfit and the man points you to a corner, where you change out of the robes and into the stewardess outfit. It was a kind of navy blue, with a professional skirt that "showed off" a good portion of your legs. The top seems to have been padded with cotton, giving you slight curves. You return to the man, who shows you to a small mirror. You look like one of the spiders had decided to work to feed its children. The arms are long and bulky, fitting you somewhat comfortably, but it allows you to see your muscles past the shirt. Your legs feel even colder then when you where wearing just the robe, jutting out under the skirt.
"It suits you." the man said, completely deadpan, as he blew out another puff of smoke. "I think it would work better with a wig..." he states as you exit, having thanked the man.
You continue to walk into the flow of people, towering over many of their heads. You begin to once again walk along the arrow, following it to your destination. Once again people see you and react differently. A few are embarrassed at first, however word swiftly had gotten out about you and a group of people began to follow you, laughing all the way. Several squads come out of their doors, hooting and hollering jokingly at you. A few of them do wolf whistles, generally taunting you as the crowd disperses around you, making you a show in the middle of a river of people. You turn into a somewhat smaller hallway, that normally would have a a few people walking back and forth. You recognize this hallway, it is near your own base, you are almost there...however, it seems as if every squad on the block had come out, all cheering you on and jokingly hitting on you as you walk by. Don't these people have anything better to do? You become so embarrassed that you drop your map for a second....
Finally, you make it to your familiar snakes. With great relief, you open the door...
"I didn't know you invited a stripper to the party, Oto." David said laughing, as you enter the room. It was filled with people, your squad in the middle with Otonashi smiling smugly, with some of your acquaintances and people you have seen around filling in space. The janitor and the fat man stood next to your squad, laughing and slapping their knees. The flash of several cameras went off. Above the crowd, you see a sign, "Welcome back Alec" one a white, sheet like banner.
What do you do now?