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You are a band of agents burned, or otherwise abandoned, erased, or expunged, by your own government. You're now residing in a UK safehouse on the outskirts of Cornwall and are using the tools left behind in this house by an agency that no agent can recognize. The safehouse and its location was found buried in some CIA, (French) DRM, and (British) SIS database, which is odd that American and Euro intelligence agencies have a shared database. Regardless, once there, you find several other agents also residing there. Some of you hacked your way into this information, others were invited due to your burned status being known to those in the safehouse, and still others just were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

No matter how you got there, you're now part of something more. Basically the most underground, independent intelligence organization on the earth. That you know about, at least. You may not be the most organized group, but you find a titbit or two of information that you follow and take care of, and it usually ends in a little cash earned to fund more research. You're about to come across the biggest leadS anyone in this safehouse has ever even heard about.

[anon@xY5H#%*^]$: dossfind -user subroot

ACCESSING: /etc/subroot@global.net/D0ssierXXX.X/FileX.etd
.
..
...
>>Bash: ACCESS DENIED
[anon@xY5H#%*^]$: !! | passcrack -TYPES=ALL
**************

>>ACCESS GRANTED

>>WELCOME BACK: AEROSTORC, AARON

>>INPUT DECRYPTION PASSWORD:
[anon@xY5H#%*^]$: passcrack -c -TYPES=ALL
*******

>>PASSWORD ACCEPTED
>>DECRYPTING ETD FILE
>>DECRYPTION SUCCESSFUL
>>LOADING FILE IN PLAINTEXT. . .

Name/Pseudonym: (The name you call yourself in public. Add any aliases and/or pseudonyms used in specific circumstances you wish)
Gender: (Male or Female)
Age: (Self-explanatory)
Appearance: (picture, description, or both)
Agency: (state the agency you used to work for and optionally tell why/how you got... removed from payroll)
Back"story": (Cover story for your "public" identity)
background check info: (OPTIONAL. What information would someone get if they ran a background check on your character's alias/pseudonym?)
Past: (Your life before/during Agency life)
Specialization: (Weapon-type of choice (Shotguns, SMGs, Pistols, Assault Rifles), Martial Arts, Stealth, Tech Savvy (knowledge of computers and hacking), Toughness (able to take more hits), Gadgetry (all the works on gadget use and creation), Conversationalist (able to manipulate others with words), and Medical Knowledge (healing self and others better). Choose two to have speciality in. Everything else you are assumed have basic knowledge/training in.)
Master-
Expert-
Other: (PLEASE POST CSs IN THE CHARACTERS TAB TO BE REVIEWED)




Specializations currently:
Combat skills
  • Shotgun Proficiency - [FREE], [FREE]
  • SMG Proficiency - [FREE], Condor
  • Pistol Proficiency - [FREE], [FREE]
  • Assault Rifles Proficiency - [FREE], Angelo Ortega
  • Martial Arts Proficiency - [FREE], [FREE]

Physical Skills
  • Stealth/Lockpicking - [FREE], Jack Turpin
  • Toughness - [FREE], Condor
  • Athletics - Patch, Jack Turpin

Technical Skills
  • Tech Savvy/Hacking - Kheshig, Angelo Ortega
  • Gadgetry - Kheshig, Birdseed
  • Conversationalist/Psychology - Birdseed, Wise Owl
  • Medical Knowledge - Wise Owl, Patch

(List credit to @Genni)
@SimplyJohn For your skills, let's not take a level 20 Thorton. Just name a few actual skills you have (whether they have names to them, or just "he's really good with sound systems")
@gamer5910 well, we just started a new day, so you can intro your character and do something
Glad to see Alpha Protocol managed to stand the test of time. Damn, that game needs a sequel. Which ending do you think would be best to continue the story from?


It does. And I think a sequel for it should either not focus on Thorton at all (merely referencing him once or twice) and just have other allies be in it, or have Thorton lead whatever replaces Alpha Protocol

P.S. (cheap plug) I'm starting up an Alpha Protocol based RP. Still in the interest check phase though.
@Gin same here. I have a city's worth of writers' blocks. I can't throw together more than a few sentences :/
So... Made a post for the captured girl, Melanie. Don't click the spoiler if you're adversed to violent sexual acts and/or the implication of unwilling sex/rape. Nothing explicit, and all the sexual acts are purely implied, which is why I rated it PG-13.
Melanie

The young girl held ransom lay in the fetal position on the ratty old bed she was put in. It had been one day, and the club owner's daughter had been dragged through hell. She was unable to do much more than cry and remember all the shit that had hit the fan in the past few hours. She was a virgin before tonight...

After this last memory round and a few minutes of crying, Melanie finally fell asleep. She didn't know why. Maybe it was just out of pure exhaustion. Melanie had horrible dreams, but slept soundly well into the day. The sun hitting her face finally woke her up. She looked around the room. She saw a dresser, and in it were a few outfits. Maid's outfit, "nurse's" outfit, and a nice sun dress. It looked pretty. She decided to at least be hopeful that things wouldn't get worse than they were and put on the sun dress. Only to notice how opaque it was. You could almost see completely through it. With a little ingenuity, Melanie put together an outfit that used items from each of the provided ones that was as modest as possible and looked cute. Well, I can at least look decent.
Deciding to face her fear head on, Melanie walked out of the room to the entry room Torchwick had a throne in. She met no guards on the way. The throne room had a few guards. A few she knew a little too personally. Deciding to throw everyone off, Melanie smiled and greeted Torchwick cheerfully. Torchwick looked confused to see her, and more so that she seems happy. "Hello there, Mr. Torchwick. Is there anything I can do for you? I couldn't find too decent of a dress, so I kinda improvised. I hope you like it." Melanie winked at Torchwick and bowed once she finished. Torchwick and his guards were speechless. The ruling dictator finally reigned in his mind and responded. "Oh, wow. I wasn't expecting this. I usually leave some sexy dresses for the... 'collateral' I have. Your positive attitude and willingness to serve are refreshing. If you would make some food for the two of us, that would be splendid. I'll be back shortly to dine with you. Can't wait to see you." Torchwick called Melanie's playful bluff. With no cards left to pull out of her sleeves, Melanie nodded and made her way to the kitchen.
This town is the grave of many great heroes who dared try to change the world. Attempting to break the cycle by killing enough undead to become very powerful. This did not work. The cycles have been repeated hundreds of times since the time of Drangleic. Even longer since Lordran. Now, the ashen mist is creeping into the world. Will it return the world to its dormant state, ending all cycles, or will it simply kill all who enter it until it is time for a new cycle to begin?

Brennen walks solemnly from the old man's house, thinking of what is to come. Ash turning people into trees? What is going on with this world...? Eh. It's whatever. I hope this means that these cycles will be over with once and for all. I'm tired of this undead curse. Feeling the scar upon his head, Brennen remembered all the hopelessly undead hollows he'd slain in the name of 'curing the curse'. As Brennen walked the hollowed streets of this town, he felt safer. It almost felt familiar to him. Like he'd been here before...? Or maybe he'd been raised here. No matter what, whether or not he remembers why, but Brennen feels at home here.
Brennen traverses through the streets that he is mysteriously able to navigate, and rounds a curve that he knew what it led to, for some reason. The houses lessened and opened up to a clearing. It had a ring of rocks that holds the resting place of one of the few remaining bonfires of the Cycle Times. Brennen walks slowly up to it, fearful of what it might do. He reaches out his hand and attempts to light it. Nothing happens for a solid twenty seconds. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and looks around. There's a fence about twenty yards out from the bonfire, a cave almost directly to his left, and a gate to the fence just to the right of directly in front of him. Brennen unsheathed the weapons he'd taken from the old man and examines them. Then tests his memory of fighting, nimbly swinging around the blades in what looked like an intricate dance missing a dodging and weaving partner. After which, Brennen habitually sat down in front of the stone cold bonfire and rested as he pondered what to do next.
Alright, so since the general consensus is idea 1, I'll start writing an OOC backstory for it and get it up hopefully today or tomorrow
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