[b]Birth Name:[/b] 

Sybil Royce Ahlers

[b]Assigned Name:[/b] 

Sean Adams

[b]Age:[/b] 

35

[b]Attached Photo:[/b] 

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A very deliberate man, in his movements, Sybil is a stark 6'3", physically in-shape and well-built ectomorph that weighs in at about 178 lbs. With generally sharp features and an elongated face, Sybil denotes an air of stoicism and general seriousness in his expressions, which range from a mild-intensity to sordidness directed at others. He speaks in a low timber that is concise and strictly formal in whatever dialect or language he chooses to use. Blue eyes tell more of a cautious man than that of the intensity that usually surrounds him, with a hairstyle kept within the parameters of a tame individual.

[b]Psychological Profile:[/b] 

A generally quiet individual, Sybil never speaks unless it becomes an absolute necessity and is prone to avoiding general socialization unless it pertains to mission parameters. Around others, he is not afraid to assert dominance through direct body language, but often yields in respect to higher authority. Through further observation, many of Sybil's actions denote a sense of genuineness and honesty that isn't usually associated to many individuals; often times, he is wracked with frustration when cornered into a situation that requires the knowledge of more than one person. He does not show signs of a sociopath or antisocial, in spite of his blatant avoidance of most individuals and contempt in his interactions. There is a slight air of overconfidence, in that he often underestimates the prowess of "allies" and overestimates his own skill set. When effectively beaten and out played, Sybil becomes a stubborn individual in his very silent defeat and often uses such displays as a way to better himself. Furthermore, in areas which others have proven better than him, Sybil, despite the general contempt that he may convey, shows signs of great respect and, at times, even yields to further trusting the said individual. Something he doesn't often do.

Despite the lack of team play and the overconfidence he displays, Sybil is very concise and precise in his work, with enough concentration and drive to complete even the most difficult of tasks with ruthless efficiency. On field work, Sybil takes precautions to avoid the use of any unnecessary tactic or sacrifice of innocent lives, but when pushed, he will take the most efficient means of completing a task, regardless of consequence. Alone, Sybil works most efficiently and is safe to care about the mission at hand over his own well-being, as he is prone to taking greater concerns and precautions when tasked with two or more individuals. A calm, clear, and efficient individual at his best and a frustrated and shut-down one at his worst, who often brings tasks down to their base/simplest form out of over-caution and worry.

Prone to overwork and deep bouts of stress and anxiety. Refuses medication and treatment, as well as help from trained professionals and colleagues (though that usually doesn't matter). Has previously documented cases of manic episodes and has been diagnosed with chronic stress, OCD, and PTSD. He still is OCD. Has a mild case of caffeine dependency and an addiction to coffee, though both are tame and only documented for medical purposes.

[b]Medical History:[/b] 

Documented surgery and procedures for the following (Note: It took more than a few weeks of convincing to take on a number of these procedures, as well as one life or death situation):
[indent]—Laser eye surgery to fix and remove cataracts, as well as fix his astigmatism to allow for further eye surgery.
—Documented surgery for the improvement of vision to allow for nightvision, infra-red, cerebral connection* for further analysis of various genetic materials, and 50x microscopic magnification.
—*Cerebral enhancements prototypes to connect and interface with PCMC electronics. Allows for analysis of subjects and situations through retinal cybernetic enhancements. Allows for access to memory banks to document and photograph certain situations that need further analysis in a proper environment. Allows for connection to accessible files within the PCMC database, as well as mission specs, and agent dossiers.
—Carbon-Fiber Filaments to strengthen bone density and muscle strength to allow for better endurance should copious amounts of stress be involved in his work.
—Improved cardio performance through cybernetically enhanced lungs and heart to improve blood flow and oxygen throughout the body.
—Given medication and further surgery to medicate high doses of radiation prior to being initiated through the rigorous conditioning and training. Still occasionally takes medication due to trace amounts of radiation build up that could be potentially harmful should it go unchecked.[/indent]

[b]Technical Proficiency:[/b] 

Previous work in MI6, with a propensity for investigative skills and covert operations, as well as previous experience in forensics. Is strategically proficient and is specifically conditioned for work in the field, either under guise or in the midst of a full-on firefight. Already has an eidetic memory, in spite of previous surgery, and a keen eye despite the previous need for glasses/contacts; it just meant he had to work a lot harder than other agents and its been proven many times that he is, indeed, one of the best MI6 had seen in a long time.

[b]History With the PCMC:[/b] 

An agent of PCMC for approximately 7 years, all of which he's had quite the ride.

Serving as a regular field agent, just out of necessity for action, Sybil, or Sean, has been a part of various missions, ranging from harmless (in comparison to others) to apocalyptic. All of which were handled with the amazing efficiency that Sybil is well known for. He's had more living experience dealing with danger than even the most reckless of people and he's not even prone to being reckless, anymore.

Among the most prominent of missions Sybil has been a part of, of which he's been the reason for success, are those that required more investigative talents and an analytic mind—also a deeply concentrated and calm mind. One of these was the tracking of a large pack of 'Jersey Devils' that were running rampant through uptown Detroit. A naturally elusive species, Sybil was among the few in his team able to actually tag one and track it down to its 'nest' before eradicating them. This was among the smaller, more harmless tasks.

The biggest, of which was the spreading of a very occult and dangerous playbill which multiplied and was subsequently sent through chain letter format. Though, it didn't have some ominous message, making it seem totally harmless. The only reason anyone of importance stumbled upon it was due to illegal connections with a family member, who occasionally called at work. The man was suspended, but also given (posthumous) credit for discovering the mysterious invitation—sent to him a day later. The man was seen acting unusual the following morning and was proceeding to hand out fliers and playbills out of thin air. Upon further analysis, in which Sybil worked with the scientific team, eldritch emissions were found practically radiating from the people who came into direct contact with it, as well as the invitations. Many of the people where detained, with a few let loose in order to track down the source.

Sybil, as a one man team, was tasked with infiltrating the premises of the play in order to discover the sinister being behind all of this. And that he did. Joining the source of the sudden oddness in the office, whom was compromised due to direct contact with the invitation, they both found the cause of the occurrence: a large, out in the open opera house just outside of Kiev, Ukraine. The house had only one entrance with a shady usher retrieving tickets from various people already piled in a large group around him. When the man got to Sybil, he simply smiled and admitted him with a grand wave of his hand and a somber, "Enjoy the show." After everyone entered, the door was sealed tight and the usher promptly committed suicide.

It began like any other, with a prelude that hinted at the tone of the show: a jumbled mess of notes that somehow made sense in all its madness. The curtains opened to reveal a lone figure in a chair with a simple mask covering his or her or its face, caped in nothing but a long, yellow robe. The play went on, a whimsical bout of a plot that made sense, but also didn't. He was perplexed, but unaffected as he looked onto the crowd—he'd not actually touched the invitation, as they all had. They seemed enthralled, but there was absolutely no sign that this wasn't anything but an odd indie-play by an equally odd playwright. As the intermission cut into the story, Sybil made his way to the back of the stage, examining every bit of the people and the area that he could. Nothing was out of place or abnormal, minus the plot. Though, he did find it oddly haunting that wherever he turned people were staring at him and him alone, some asking if he was enjoying the show, to which he curtly nodded. He'd continued setting up around the area, just as a precaution and further studied the surrounding people with the equipment he'd brought. Dimensional radiation was practically oozing off of everyone in torrents. But, he'd not have enough time to further study that. Just before the curtains rose, he'd set up a perimeter around key points in the building and a viable escape route that he'd determined that he would definitely need.

And then the second half began. It began like it did prior and didn't seem odd enough to warrant any concern, until he turned to watch the audience. The man beside him, the agent who had been compromised, was smiling widely and continued to do so until he noticed Sybil's staring and faced him. Sybil could only arch a brow, but his eyes were brought down as an incessant squishing was beginning to grow louder. The man was visibly digging into his knee, grabbing his flesh in handfuls. He turned to notice that everyone was currently staring at him, humming something incoherent as they tore at their flesh. The music that came from the band's pit in front of the stage grew audibly louder as they continued mutilating themselves, now crying out something in a tongue he couldn't recognize. People were practically destroying themselves, thrown in pieces on top of every stretch of visible surface until it all abruptly stopped, the music, the moaning and crying, and the self-mutilation that Sybil was frantically pulling himself away from. There was no trace of any of it ever happening; Sybil was engulfed in darkness. He'd activated the containment procedure out of previous necessity, though now he was ashamed to say it was panic that caused the premature activation.

The lights turned on to reveal the same man in the chair who'd been in the same spot the entire play, from Act 1 to Act 2. And then the spotlight grew and more people surrounded him, adorning the same mask over their otherwise now whole bodies. Behind them all was a gaping hole of nothing, only visible because the more you stared the more you realized that you were looking into an abyss—a darkness not many could comprehend, much less describe. And a figure, clad in a yellow robe with a stave longer than his body and a mask as pale as the dead of winter stood before them all, giant in his majesty. It was almost as if he could feel the being smiling, staring holes into his very soul.

The group below were chanting now, a name on repeat: Hastur. And suddenly the crowd grew, more and more, until people, ordinary people, were clawing at the stage, falling into the pit, and finally reaching out to Sybil. He waited until everything was properly ready to run before he detonated the door, ran out over the pile of people that clawed him and grappled him to the ground, in a rush to escape the hole that would erase this small section of land from existence. The interior began to crumble, straining under its weight; the sound of people crying only drove him further to survival. The Opera House burst outward, engulfing a 50 meter radius around it before imploding into a singularity, fully sealing the dimensional rift in a contained environment, as well as the entirety of the people that churned out of the backstage. It left Sybil panting just meters away from the blast radius, staring into the open crater and the one sign that anything had ever threatened the existence of man: a lone playbill.

The only apocalyptic event in which he did it with minimal help and one that proved to test his every ability to its boiling point. He was subsequently given his two months vacation after collapsing into one of PCMC's infirmaries. But not after he'd gathered the lone playbill that was left on site, supposedly the only way to contain this would be to lock the thing up for eternity. Of course, that was after he'd studied the thing intensively and read up on a few Lovecraft stories, at that.

[b]Prior History:[/b] 

The cream of the crop all have to start somewhere.

Sybil started in a small town just outside of London, where he served as the child of a barkeep and his wife. This section of his life is quite unimportant and has usually been passed over by various officials who wish to hire him for his services. However, Sybil did run into various sections of his life which are either a nasty spot or a glowing review, among many are just simple mercenary jobs and one terrorist group, as well as a year or two in college for a degree in biology, which soon led him down to take an interest in forensics. He'd always been drawn to investigative jobs, but never driven to civil service. At a young age, he had proclivity for being a general daredevil and just getting out there, one way or another; he had little moral sense and no foundation with which to build himself further, just a sense of adventure that led him down the wrong ally. Most of it was in order to garner experience and, in general, live life and none of which for the general purpose of causing anarchy and mayhem. Such dealings, however, landed him quite a bit of time in prison, for which he was bailed out only a year into his sentence by a UK Government Official who saw him as an opportunity and not the illogically maniacal idiot that he was.

This, and various years of training and preparation (as well as further education), landed him a small job in MI6, working as a tech agent before being transferred to forensic analysis, in which he got his B.S. for. He proved time and time again his proficiency in any field he was placed in, and skyrocketed through the echelons of the government agency to secure a spot as one of its most renowned agents. He was especially proficient in field work more geared toward covert operations and investigation, where his talents and skills shown the best. Prior work often involved months, maybe a year's time, where he gathered information and infiltrated various groups of concern throughout the world. Definitely not a James Bond, but he did prove to be a very invaluable asset. Though, failed jobs, which were few, and the general iffy nature of his own job made it very hard to trust even his own colleagues and Sybil became more accustomed to work alone, with maybe a fellow speaking through an earpiece. He liked it that way and it made room for a more reserved and cautious Sybil than what his previous workings, most criminal, dealt with.

One specific job that garnered the attention of PCMC, was one dealing with the Triad in Shanghai, China. He'd set up shop, in which he was to replace an American liaison doing shady business for a particularly corrupt politician. The details on the transaction were iffy, but he was to simply 'replace' the man to infiltrate said organization of great concern. Apparently the organization held a large supply of equipment and resources to build weapons of mass destruction, one of which was intended as an act of bio-terrorism, to secure their place in the Chinese government in an attempt to make China, once again, isolationist—a kind of show to make sure they weren't to be messed with. Sybil spent approximately one year securing data and providing locations for further evidence, so that it would allow UN officials, as well as China's own government to deal with it without raising further panic. Though, he missed one crucial bit of information regarding the actual bio-weapon they were working on.

This turned rather sour in his exfiltration.

Stationed in a rather populated hotel somewhere in northern Chongqing, Sybil was to be picked up by another MI6 agent and transported to a safe zone where he could be flown back and the evidence could be safely extracted. What was to be quick and clean, turned into full blown chaos. The actual bio-weapon was the insertion of various parasites into a select group of people, one of which was a test subject who escaped the facility they were conducting research in. That facility was in the sewers of northern Chongqing. The carrier unknowingly spread the disease throughout the seedier sections of the city. The parasite was extremely lethal, killing the carrier hours after he'd escaped and then reanimating him into what seemed like a mix between Dracula and the infected of 28 Days later. It created a terrifying species of ghoul with the leg strength of a frog the size of a man, skin a pale death, and rows of sharp teeth. It had found its way from the sewers into the basement of the hotel Sybil had stationed himself in and it spread the parasite erratically through the building.

Sybil was only alerted of the danger when it was too late. A man on his floor had come screaming down, yelling in Chinese about "jiangshi" feasting on his coworkers. The man was quickly subdued by the ghoul chasing him, liquefying his insides and quickly sucking him dry. Shocked and terrifying, Sybil didn't react until the beast was a leap away, but quickly dispatched the thing before it could do the same to him and then witnessed the reanimation of the corpse it had just killed. Unable to make hide or hair of his situation, Sybil resorted to relying on his instincts. Fighting tooth and nail through the building, Sybil found his way to the lobby and the source of the sudden infestation. The beings had burrowed through the ceiling of the basement into the lobby and seemed to file like rats from there. It was illogical how fast they were multiplying, but it didn't seem to stop them. Though, through some mix of a miracle and his own skills, Sybil made his way from the flight of stairs to the exit. Apparently the organization that had made the creatures tracked down their subject and was satisfied with eradicating that portion of Chongqing to quell the infestation in their own country. This meant dropping strategically placed napalm bombs onto compromised buildings and flooding out the sewers, then blaming it on a house fire that got too out of hand.

This occurred just as Sybil came to the glass doorway that led to safety and also when he spotted a little girl huddled in the corner nursing a bitten arm. Finding the courage to go against all logical protocol, he sneaked his way to her, snatched her up, and brought her to safety. Through flames and screeching ghouls, he made his way outside, only mildly burned and extremely exhausted. And he knew she was infected, but also knew a way to make this moment as painless as possible for her. As she writhed in pain the car that escaped the epicenter, he could only shakily bring the gun to her chin and coo soft words. This was better than succumbing to the parasite that liquefied her insides or the endless fire that would slowly consume her. The agent in the front seat didn't question his motives and only flinched when she heard the gunshot.

"What happened?"

He only frowned, letting the body of the young girl slump in his arms. "I don't think I want to know."

The plane that was to send him home was shot out of the sky and crashed in Chernobyl, where a few PCMC agents found him nearly dead in the wreckage and suffering from more radiation than wounds. Apparently, he'd been tagged prior to leaving Shangai due to the incident that he was unknowingly a part of. It was a shot of luck that all of the events seemed to fall perfectly in place, from the infestation of an 'alien' being to the crashing in Chernobyl where the agents had been conducting research prior. Though it wasn't coincidence and he'd learned that; Sybil was used as a means to eradicate the organization to contain what would probably become the next apocalypse.

Whatever means necessary.