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@infernoblazeWe all got stuff going on I'm sure. I know I have. I like to enjoy my weekends out on the town at least one night a week.
To be frank, I spend all my evenings out, usually to hang out with friends, but, these days, I have a special occasion going on. Of course, this is not going to prevent me from posting regularly, so don't worry! :D
"So it turns out that flappy bird we met upon our arrival had orchestrated this meeting, not to help us find some supplies for our journey, but to help these people and that he could give us the materials to get home on the spot...", was Alan's first thought when he heard the bar-owner-turned-creepy-mind-controlled-messenger speaking.
It turns out that the two people that approached Sygma's group had some kind of mission to accomplish - something about the delivery of a blood seal - and that they needed manpower, humanpower in this case, he made a pun in his head.
Sygma's approach on the matter did not surprise Alan. His decision to help these two strangers seemed correct, since, up to now, they did not have any other known way to return home. Plus, it travelling with people who knew Edafos could prove useful on what he and Sygma discussed about learning more about this world. Of course, Sygma was not dumb. Despite his casual tone, he was not the kind of man to just blindly trust strangers just because things seemed to unfold in a specific manner. He would be on guard, just like Alan. What he was not so sure about was the other soldiers.
Some of them were rightfully confused and tense, despite their training. Alan couldn't blame them. They were humans or, at least, more human than he was. He wasn't expecting them to just cope with everything that occured so suddenly, save for Sygma, who was a seasoned soldier. Well, maybe the girl of the team, Viola was apparently her name, could also be an asset, seeing as how Sygma mentioned her. From his words, she was a marksman, but also had more abilities than that.
"Imagine if she could control time...", Alan jokingly thought.
Getting back to business, Alan took the initiative and said, while playing with his beard, a habit he developed when he was thinking:
"If you need more people to carry out this mission, we can safely assume that it is not a walk in the park. Someone probably doesn't want you to deliver your blood seal or he, she or they would want to have it for themselves. So, in case you have people after you, it is not wise for us to stay here much longer. The town is a dangerous place, as you can be exposed, or attacked. Besides, conflicts inside towns, aren't going to help much in escorting you discreetly, as they tend to draw unwanted attention. Of course, it is up to Captain's judgement."
As soon as Alan finished speaking, more people joined their group.
It turns out that the two people that approached Sygma's group had some kind of mission to accomplish - something about the delivery of a blood seal - and that they needed manpower, humanpower in this case, he made a pun in his head.
Sygma's approach on the matter did not surprise Alan. His decision to help these two strangers seemed correct, since, up to now, they did not have any other known way to return home. Plus, it travelling with people who knew Edafos could prove useful on what he and Sygma discussed about learning more about this world. Of course, Sygma was not dumb. Despite his casual tone, he was not the kind of man to just blindly trust strangers just because things seemed to unfold in a specific manner. He would be on guard, just like Alan. What he was not so sure about was the other soldiers.
Some of them were rightfully confused and tense, despite their training. Alan couldn't blame them. They were humans or, at least, more human than he was. He wasn't expecting them to just cope with everything that occured so suddenly, save for Sygma, who was a seasoned soldier. Well, maybe the girl of the team, Viola was apparently her name, could also be an asset, seeing as how Sygma mentioned her. From his words, she was a marksman, but also had more abilities than that.
"Imagine if she could control time...", Alan jokingly thought.
Getting back to business, Alan took the initiative and said, while playing with his beard, a habit he developed when he was thinking:
"If you need more people to carry out this mission, we can safely assume that it is not a walk in the park. Someone probably doesn't want you to deliver your blood seal or he, she or they would want to have it for themselves. So, in case you have people after you, it is not wise for us to stay here much longer. The town is a dangerous place, as you can be exposed, or attacked. Besides, conflicts inside towns, aren't going to help much in escorting you discreetly, as they tend to draw unwanted attention. Of course, it is up to Captain's judgement."
As soon as Alan finished speaking, more people joined their group.
Sorry for being out of the game for a while, but I had a little "adventure" going on rl, so I was unavailable. Will work on a post tomorrow though!
EDIT: Just posted! I did some harmless metagaming with Viola's powers, but I can easily delete it if it doesn't seem right with you!
EDIT: Just posted! I did some harmless metagaming with Viola's powers, but I can easily delete it if it doesn't seem right with you!
Events were unfolding quickly for Sygma's team until they reached Vrondi. The presence of humans did not cause a commotion in the town, only a few expected gazes from time to time. It was either due to the Descendants not seeing the humans as a threat or because, due to the range of races throughout the city, they did not stand out that much. He didn't care to check for a reason anyway. The town's structure piqued Alan's interest and the unexpected lights inside was a wondrous fact. Maybe if they weren't on a strict mission, he would take his time finding out more about the "engineering" behind it. As usual, he was behind everyone else, enjoying listening to the other soldiers' comments of their whereabouts. Trained as they were, they weren't supposed to just keep silent about their unfamiliar surroundings as he was. Of course, he would avoid talking to them either way. He didn't find any pleasure talking to people who, by the end of the day, still consider him as a means to protect themselves. He was fully aware that it was a common reaction to treat someone different with fear, even if the specific team was made to deal with different. The only one who seemed clueless of what was going was a girl on the team, At first, Alan thought that she was another soldier of the agency, but her behaviour forced him to reconsider. Still, he decided to give the girl some room to deal with things by herself. After all, she couldn't be here by chance.
After walking through the streets for sometime, an odd event took place. Someone bumped into their captain, but Alan sensed no malice in the action. He was going to let it off as an accident, if only Sygma didn't pick something - Alan didn't see the reason to focus on what happened and didn't notice - from the ground and the mysterious masked figure didn't casually ask him to follow. Things were getting weirder and weirder. First they are shown the way to this town, then someone just asks strangers to follow him. It was as if some kind of calculated plan was unfolding and they were but a part of it. Only then did Alan realize that things were not as they seemed to be.
Following their captain's order, they entered a small bar. There were others inside as well. Alan was on his toes. Bars tend to be particulary dangerous places and things get nasty sometimes. Sygma sat down and asked for some water from the waitress, while his team was taking other seats or spots nearby. Of course, Alan did not have the luxury of sitting down. He stood right behind Sygma, as a good bodyguard would do. He tried to think of something to take away his mind from all this "mystery plan" he came up a while ago and came up wondering if drinks here are the same as in the human world. Apparently, both worlds were supplying water, at least.
A short conversation with the waitress occured, in which Sygma got some valuable information. Apparently Descendants were this world's humans. But of course, the differences couldn't be just color or language based. There had to be demons and dragons...If there is a greater force up there, it sure has a great sense of humor, he chuckled.
With this info at hand, combined with the behaviour of the Descendants and the plan that Alan thought was unfolding, he took the initiative and bent over behins Sygma to whisper lowly enough so that the other soldiers would not listen:
"Sir, I think that there is more than meets the eye in this world. People here are not all vicious monsters that come through the portal and the events that occured up until now do make it seem plausible that there is a reason for us being here. I think that, eveif we succesfully closed that gate, we should not prioritize our return before we find out more about Edafos. There might be even more valuable information we could use before we return ho..."
Alan's speech was interrupted by a descendant who inexplicably knew Sygma's name. It was evident that the wheels of fate were starting to move slowly.
After walking through the streets for sometime, an odd event took place. Someone bumped into their captain, but Alan sensed no malice in the action. He was going to let it off as an accident, if only Sygma didn't pick something - Alan didn't see the reason to focus on what happened and didn't notice - from the ground and the mysterious masked figure didn't casually ask him to follow. Things were getting weirder and weirder. First they are shown the way to this town, then someone just asks strangers to follow him. It was as if some kind of calculated plan was unfolding and they were but a part of it. Only then did Alan realize that things were not as they seemed to be.
Following their captain's order, they entered a small bar. There were others inside as well. Alan was on his toes. Bars tend to be particulary dangerous places and things get nasty sometimes. Sygma sat down and asked for some water from the waitress, while his team was taking other seats or spots nearby. Of course, Alan did not have the luxury of sitting down. He stood right behind Sygma, as a good bodyguard would do. He tried to think of something to take away his mind from all this "mystery plan" he came up a while ago and came up wondering if drinks here are the same as in the human world. Apparently, both worlds were supplying water, at least.
A short conversation with the waitress occured, in which Sygma got some valuable information. Apparently Descendants were this world's humans. But of course, the differences couldn't be just color or language based. There had to be demons and dragons...If there is a greater force up there, it sure has a great sense of humor, he chuckled.
With this info at hand, combined with the behaviour of the Descendants and the plan that Alan thought was unfolding, he took the initiative and bent over behins Sygma to whisper lowly enough so that the other soldiers would not listen:
"Sir, I think that there is more than meets the eye in this world. People here are not all vicious monsters that come through the portal and the events that occured up until now do make it seem plausible that there is a reason for us being here. I think that, eveif we succesfully closed that gate, we should not prioritize our return before we find out more about Edafos. There might be even more valuable information we could use before we return ho..."
Alan's speech was interrupted by a descendant who inexplicably knew Sygma's name. It was evident that the wheels of fate were starting to move slowly.
Hey, still here, but I think that, unless Zenphilvian has something which I can respond to, I should not add a filler post (My name for a post that, overall, does not affect the main story in anyway.)
Alan Johnes
A unique method of travelling. That's how he was supposed to react to it and that's exactly what happened. To a normal person, being sucked by a mysterious magic portal of unknown origins and getting god-knows where, a normal reaction would be to freak out at the very least. But not him. He was trained - created - for such absurd situations. What he was expected to do was adapt quickly. After all, he was the team's powerhouse. He decided to follow his usual pattern. Pay only the minimum amount of attention required to respond to Sygma's orders, while focusing all of his remaining attention to their new surroundings. His final decision was to split his attention to a 10% to 90% ratio, respectively. After all, he could leave all the ranting, mumbling and confusion to the other members of the team. After all, he did not have any relation with most of them, other than a standard professional one. Oh, and he was also a lab rat. People tend to avoid lab rats, after all.
A quick scan of the surroundings revealed the obvious fact that they were in a jungle, their rations would diminish soon and that the jungle has been inhabited or at least been visited by living and intelligent beings, judging from the temple. The weird facts included the similarities between a Terrestial jungle and this one, the little to no difference of bodily functions in this world with their own and most of all the fact that the writings on the walls included English. A memory of him reading a book about parallel universes popped suddenly. What if this world is a parallel universe of their own Earth, turning in a dystopia for yet unknown reasons? He chuckled, then dismissed this imaginary scenario. A voice echoed:
"We are leaving. Be alert, but do not act unless I tell you or if your lives are clearly in danger...If you notice anything, report immediately. Alan, we need you to be our vanguard."
Sygma gave the order to leave and Sygma's orders were unquestionable for Alan. Sygma was younger than Alan, he was a normal human and yet he had the guts not only to be in a special force of the Agency, but to lead it too. The young man even helped Alan improve on his fighting techniques even though Alan was already trained by the Agency long before he joined and that's because Sygma was tasked with field operations with superbeings soon after he joined the Agency. Alan had nothing but respect for his leader. It was his first time dealing with the supernatural element on a field operation, so he couldn't think of a more suitable person to guide them.
Alan was last in line, so he could watch over all of his teammates. While keeping an eye on them, he occasionaly averted his gaze around to observe the scenery. Dragons in the sky...that was a first. Their appearance was elegant, eye-striking and intimidating. No wonder this world was always kept in check with such secrecy. Public knowledge about such powerful creatures would cause panic and chaos. Alan tried to take some pride in being part of something so big, but then again, it wouldn't matter if he ended up dead. He relinquished the thought. Dying is an option, only when it does not affect the fate of the world. And that is what this team's survival was all about.
The team's march, along with Alan's studying of the environment was interrupted when a creature descended and revealed itself from a ball of light. It was a creature of big, magnificent stature, with what would be described as angelic wings. The only thing that differed him from an actual angel of religious myths and tales is that he did not have human, but reptilian appearance. That was surely not a creature created by God's own image, that's for sure, Alan tried to joke in his mind to keep his cool.
The other soldiers took out their weapons, but Alan was not so rush. He only reached the hilt of the blade on his back, but did not unsheath his sword yet. The creature was definately considered hostile, but it did not use the element of surprise by attacking the team from the sky and instead decided to appear before them. It was either overconfident or it was not a threat. Alan took his time to judge. He believed that he could make it to the front line in time, in case of a charge from the other side. But that's when his leader took the initiative.
Conversation between Sygma and Tev'lanook takes place
After a conversation with the creature named Tev'lanook, the team acquired two things. A map and an objective. Once again, Alan jokingly thought that Tev'lanook was indeed an angel sent by god to help them, after all. The team now had somewhere to start off, a first step towards their goal. Better than roaming aimlessly in the jungle at least. Letting a smirk flash from his lips, Alan once again watched over his team from the back, while they headed towards the white indicator on the map.
A unique method of travelling. That's how he was supposed to react to it and that's exactly what happened. To a normal person, being sucked by a mysterious magic portal of unknown origins and getting god-knows where, a normal reaction would be to freak out at the very least. But not him. He was trained - created - for such absurd situations. What he was expected to do was adapt quickly. After all, he was the team's powerhouse. He decided to follow his usual pattern. Pay only the minimum amount of attention required to respond to Sygma's orders, while focusing all of his remaining attention to their new surroundings. His final decision was to split his attention to a 10% to 90% ratio, respectively. After all, he could leave all the ranting, mumbling and confusion to the other members of the team. After all, he did not have any relation with most of them, other than a standard professional one. Oh, and he was also a lab rat. People tend to avoid lab rats, after all.
A quick scan of the surroundings revealed the obvious fact that they were in a jungle, their rations would diminish soon and that the jungle has been inhabited or at least been visited by living and intelligent beings, judging from the temple. The weird facts included the similarities between a Terrestial jungle and this one, the little to no difference of bodily functions in this world with their own and most of all the fact that the writings on the walls included English. A memory of him reading a book about parallel universes popped suddenly. What if this world is a parallel universe of their own Earth, turning in a dystopia for yet unknown reasons? He chuckled, then dismissed this imaginary scenario. A voice echoed:
"We are leaving. Be alert, but do not act unless I tell you or if your lives are clearly in danger...If you notice anything, report immediately. Alan, we need you to be our vanguard."
Sygma gave the order to leave and Sygma's orders were unquestionable for Alan. Sygma was younger than Alan, he was a normal human and yet he had the guts not only to be in a special force of the Agency, but to lead it too. The young man even helped Alan improve on his fighting techniques even though Alan was already trained by the Agency long before he joined and that's because Sygma was tasked with field operations with superbeings soon after he joined the Agency. Alan had nothing but respect for his leader. It was his first time dealing with the supernatural element on a field operation, so he couldn't think of a more suitable person to guide them.
Alan was last in line, so he could watch over all of his teammates. While keeping an eye on them, he occasionaly averted his gaze around to observe the scenery. Dragons in the sky...that was a first. Their appearance was elegant, eye-striking and intimidating. No wonder this world was always kept in check with such secrecy. Public knowledge about such powerful creatures would cause panic and chaos. Alan tried to take some pride in being part of something so big, but then again, it wouldn't matter if he ended up dead. He relinquished the thought. Dying is an option, only when it does not affect the fate of the world. And that is what this team's survival was all about.
The team's march, along with Alan's studying of the environment was interrupted when a creature descended and revealed itself from a ball of light. It was a creature of big, magnificent stature, with what would be described as angelic wings. The only thing that differed him from an actual angel of religious myths and tales is that he did not have human, but reptilian appearance. That was surely not a creature created by God's own image, that's for sure, Alan tried to joke in his mind to keep his cool.
The other soldiers took out their weapons, but Alan was not so rush. He only reached the hilt of the blade on his back, but did not unsheath his sword yet. The creature was definately considered hostile, but it did not use the element of surprise by attacking the team from the sky and instead decided to appear before them. It was either overconfident or it was not a threat. Alan took his time to judge. He believed that he could make it to the front line in time, in case of a charge from the other side. But that's when his leader took the initiative.
Conversation between Sygma and Tev'lanook takes place
After a conversation with the creature named Tev'lanook, the team acquired two things. A map and an objective. Once again, Alan jokingly thought that Tev'lanook was indeed an angel sent by god to help them, after all. The team now had somewhere to start off, a first step towards their goal. Better than roaming aimlessly in the jungle at least. Letting a smirk flash from his lips, Alan once again watched over his team from the back, while they headed towards the white indicator on the map.
So, apparently, I am part of the human expedition (the first part of the OP). Do I consider that the team arrived at the bar or not and, if it did, did we get there before, during or after the commotion took place??
Quote: "Cope with it, kid...", "Quit it...", "I told you so..."
Name: Alan Johnes
Age: 43
Species: Human
Blood%: 100% Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Casually Hetero, but with his level-headidness on everything, he seems like an asexual.
Height: 176 cm (1,76m)
Weight: 75 kg
Physical appearance:
Alan is in top shape for his age. His body is well-built, with sword and bullet scars on his arms and torso, received from battle simulations and extensive training sessions. He is marked with a tattoo on his right wrist with the phrase "Acta Non Verba(Deeds, not words)". Alan dons a goatee, which, along with his hair, is totally white. He misses an eye, because of a mission. He has the typical wrinkles for a man of his age, but he is considered charming, as one would say.
Apparel: Impact-absorbing armor, composed of body armor, gloves and boots. The armor is made from highly-advanced, synthetic polymers, which make the armor bulletproof and resistant (to a degree) to physical damage. The armor is NOT Heat or Cold Resistant and NOT Spell-Resistant. No headgear. Wears an eyepatch
Vehicle: None.
Personality: Alan has, despite the environment he grew up, many redeeming qualities, most of them coming from experience. Patient and collected, he is usually the last man to speak in a conversation, wanting to listen the opinions of others first, so he can make fair judgements. He is usually honest, knowing that a painful truth will help someone more than a well-thought lie. A good listener, Alan is always available to listen to someone's problem and help out as long as he is capable of doing so. However, Alan is not opening out to others easily and his fundamendal principle is to not trust anyone, mainly due to his line of work. His hobbies inlude reading and training to keep in shape.
Occupation: Special agent of the secret agency. Also participated in other agencies' missions.
Faction: None
Pet: None
Adv. App.: None
Exp: Blade Specialist. Alan is an expert on any kind of sword. He received training from the Headquarters of the secret agency from a very young age. His blades or not, only one word can describe him...lethal. Up to this point, not a single human target escaped Alan's sword.
Spells: None
Abilities/Powers: Bio-engineering: Lesser Accelerated Healing Factor: Alan can instatly heal from minor wounds and he can recover from lethal injuries within days, as long as he doesn't die. Keen Senses: Alan's senses are more than an ordinary human could ever achieve. His eyesight and hearing have perceptive qualites second to none (human). His reaction time is good enough to dodge bullets and avoid hits from even the highest trained personel in the agency.
Hindrances: First of all, he is 100% human. That means, he dies, simple as that. Second, without his weapons, although proficient, Alan cannot fight against the threats of Protogonos. Third, his lack of experience first hand about what he is about to face could prove fatal, but, on the other hand, being too cautious could also prove lethal, since he has to be constantly on his feet.
Unknown Weaknesses: Using mind-affecting spells to relive past memories could cause severe trauma to him. Some poisons could also affect him more than normal, due to his altered biology (I leave the second one to the GM's descretion)
Weapons: A specially crafted katana. The katana Alan wields is synthesized from an unknown to the rest of the world alloy, making it unbreakable (as far as the agency believes) and capable of cutting even the hardest of known alloys.
History: Alan's brief history could be summed in two words. Genetic experiment. He is the result of a combination of many experiments on bio-engineering and genetic enhancements, along with selective breeding between former guinea pigs. After many years, Alan came out on top as the biggest success of the agency. An enhanced human, with abilites unparalleled to his kind. Starting from as soon as he could remember, Alan's life was consisting of strictly three things: Extensive physical training regimes, lessons on tactics and strategies and polishing all the skills an assassin would need. At age 15, Alan decided to put his knowledge to use and escape the agency, so he could see the life outside of it, with success. He managed to sneak out of the agency and run away. After 3 years spent running, he evacuated to the countryside, in an isolated village, where he met Sarah, the teacher of the village. It was with her, that he developed a passion for reading, that he eventually came to understand others' feelings, but, more importantly, he learned about love. Eventually he and Sarah married, but, aged 26 now, Alan lived a tragedy. He returned, only to see the village burnt, the citizens all dead and the only building still intact being the school. Arriving there, members of the agency had Sarah and the children captives. Pleading to spare their lives, Alan agreed to return to the Agency, but, as a reminder, the members of the agency killed every single one of the children and took Sarah away. Accepting his fate, Alan, heartbroken and shaken, returned to the agency, turning into the killing machine he was made to be. The only thing that kept him sane was the hope that Sarah would still be alive and that he would meet her again. The remaining 17 years of Alan's life consisted of honing his abilites to the fullest and carrying out missions for his secret agency, along with other agencies from time to time. Now, he is sent to Protogonos to assist finding the treasure his agency wants.
Trivia:
Name: Alan Johnes
Age: 43
Species: Human
Blood%: 100% Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Casually Hetero, but with his level-headidness on everything, he seems like an asexual.
Height: 176 cm (1,76m)
Weight: 75 kg
Physical appearance:
Alan is in top shape for his age. His body is well-built, with sword and bullet scars on his arms and torso, received from battle simulations and extensive training sessions. He is marked with a tattoo on his right wrist with the phrase "Acta Non Verba(Deeds, not words)". Alan dons a goatee, which, along with his hair, is totally white. He misses an eye, because of a mission. He has the typical wrinkles for a man of his age, but he is considered charming, as one would say.
Apparel: Impact-absorbing armor, composed of body armor, gloves and boots. The armor is made from highly-advanced, synthetic polymers, which make the armor bulletproof and resistant (to a degree) to physical damage. The armor is NOT Heat or Cold Resistant and NOT Spell-Resistant. No headgear. Wears an eyepatch
Vehicle: None.
Personality: Alan has, despite the environment he grew up, many redeeming qualities, most of them coming from experience. Patient and collected, he is usually the last man to speak in a conversation, wanting to listen the opinions of others first, so he can make fair judgements. He is usually honest, knowing that a painful truth will help someone more than a well-thought lie. A good listener, Alan is always available to listen to someone's problem and help out as long as he is capable of doing so. However, Alan is not opening out to others easily and his fundamendal principle is to not trust anyone, mainly due to his line of work. His hobbies inlude reading and training to keep in shape.
Occupation: Special agent of the secret agency. Also participated in other agencies' missions.
Faction: None
Pet: None
Adv. App.: None
Exp: Blade Specialist. Alan is an expert on any kind of sword. He received training from the Headquarters of the secret agency from a very young age. His blades or not, only one word can describe him...lethal. Up to this point, not a single human target escaped Alan's sword.
Spells: None
Abilities/Powers: Bio-engineering: Lesser Accelerated Healing Factor: Alan can instatly heal from minor wounds and he can recover from lethal injuries within days, as long as he doesn't die. Keen Senses: Alan's senses are more than an ordinary human could ever achieve. His eyesight and hearing have perceptive qualites second to none (human). His reaction time is good enough to dodge bullets and avoid hits from even the highest trained personel in the agency.
Hindrances: First of all, he is 100% human. That means, he dies, simple as that. Second, without his weapons, although proficient, Alan cannot fight against the threats of Protogonos. Third, his lack of experience first hand about what he is about to face could prove fatal, but, on the other hand, being too cautious could also prove lethal, since he has to be constantly on his feet.
Unknown Weaknesses: Using mind-affecting spells to relive past memories could cause severe trauma to him. Some poisons could also affect him more than normal, due to his altered biology (I leave the second one to the GM's descretion)
Weapons: A specially crafted katana. The katana Alan wields is synthesized from an unknown to the rest of the world alloy, making it unbreakable (as far as the agency believes) and capable of cutting even the hardest of known alloys.
History: Alan's brief history could be summed in two words. Genetic experiment. He is the result of a combination of many experiments on bio-engineering and genetic enhancements, along with selective breeding between former guinea pigs. After many years, Alan came out on top as the biggest success of the agency. An enhanced human, with abilites unparalleled to his kind. Starting from as soon as he could remember, Alan's life was consisting of strictly three things: Extensive physical training regimes, lessons on tactics and strategies and polishing all the skills an assassin would need. At age 15, Alan decided to put his knowledge to use and escape the agency, so he could see the life outside of it, with success. He managed to sneak out of the agency and run away. After 3 years spent running, he evacuated to the countryside, in an isolated village, where he met Sarah, the teacher of the village. It was with her, that he developed a passion for reading, that he eventually came to understand others' feelings, but, more importantly, he learned about love. Eventually he and Sarah married, but, aged 26 now, Alan lived a tragedy. He returned, only to see the village burnt, the citizens all dead and the only building still intact being the school. Arriving there, members of the agency had Sarah and the children captives. Pleading to spare their lives, Alan agreed to return to the Agency, but, as a reminder, the members of the agency killed every single one of the children and took Sarah away. Accepting his fate, Alan, heartbroken and shaken, returned to the agency, turning into the killing machine he was made to be. The only thing that kept him sane was the hope that Sarah would still be alive and that he would meet her again. The remaining 17 years of Alan's life consisted of honing his abilites to the fullest and carrying out missions for his secret agency, along with other agencies from time to time. Now, he is sent to Protogonos to assist finding the treasure his agency wants.
Trivia:
- Alan is playing with his goatee whenever he is thinking.
- Alan never leaves the eyes of his target open.
- His Blood Type is A-.
- Although never in the mood to do so, Alan has an exceptionally good voice for singing.
- The theory behind the experiments made of Alan, also included minimizing energy consumption. That's why, Alan was made to not do some basic functions that consumed even the slightiest of energy consumption like sneezing, snoring and yawning!!
Quote: "Cope with it, kid...", "Quit it...", "I told you so..."
Name: Alan Johnes
Age: 43
Species: Human
Blood%: 100% Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Casually Hetero, but with his level-headidness on everything, he seems like an asexual.
Height: 176 cm (1,76m)
Weight: 75 kg
Physical appearance:
Alan is in top shape for his age. His body is well-built, with sword and bullet scars on his arms and torso, received from battle simulations and extensive training sessions. He is marked with a tattoo on his right wrist with the phrase "Acta Non Verba(Deeds, not words)". Alan dons a goatee, which, along with his hair, is totally white. He misses an eye, because of a mission. He has the typical wrinkles for a man of his age, but he is considered charming, as one would say.
Apparel: Impact-absorbing armor, composed of body armor, gloves and boots. The armor is made from highly-advanced, synthetic polymers, which make the armor bulletproof and resistant (to a degree) to physical damage. The armor is NOT Heat or Cold Resistant and NOT Spell-Resistant. No headgear. Wears an eyepatch
Vehicle: None.
Personality: Alan has, despite the environment he grew up, many redeeming qualities, most of them coming from experience. Patient and collected, he is usually the last man to speak in a conversation, wanting to listen the opinions of others first, so he can make fair judgements. He is usually honest, knowing that a painful truth will help someone more than a well-thought lie. A good listener, Alan is always available to listen to someone's problem and help out as long as he is capable of doing so. However, Alan is not opening out to others easily and his fundamendal principle is to not trust anyone, mainly due to his line of work. His hobbies inlude reading and training to keep in shape.
Occupation: Special agent of the secret agency. Also participated in other agencies' missions.
Faction: None
Pet: None
Adv. App.: None
Exp: Blade Specialist. Alan is an expert on any kind of sword. He received training from the Headquarters of the secret agency from a very young age. His blades or not, only one word can describe him...lethal. Up to this point, not a single human target escaped Alan's swords.
Spells: None
Abilities/Powers: Bio-engineering: Lesser Accelerated Healing Factor: Alan can instatly heal from minor wounds and he can recover from lethal injuries within days, as long as he doesn't die. Keen Senses: Alan's senses are more than an ordinary human could ever achieve. His eyesight and hearing have perceptive qualites second to none (human). His reaction time is good enough to dodge bullets and avoid hits from even the highest trained personel in the agency.
Hindrances: First of all, he is 100% human. That means, he dies, simple as that. Second, without his weapons, although proficient, Alan cannot fight against the threats of Protogonos. Third, his lack of experience first hand about what he is about to face could prove fatal, but, on the other hand, being too cautious could also prove lethal, since he has to be constantly on his feet.
Unknown Weaknesses: Using mind-affecting spells to relive past memories could cause severe trauma to him. Some poisons could also affect him more than normal, due to his altered biology (I leave the second one to the GM's descretion)
Weapons: If two katanas count as one weapon, then that, or else, one katana. The katana Alan wields are synthesized from an unknown to the rest of the world alloy, making them unbreakable (as far as the agency believes) and capable of cutting even the hardest of known alloys.
History: Alan's brief history could be summed in two words. Genetic experiment. He is the result of a combination of many experiments on bio-engineering and genetic enhancements, along with selective breeding between former guinea pigs. After many years, Alan came out on top as the biggest success of the agency. An enhanced human, with abilites unparalleled to his kind. Starting from as soon as he could remember, Alan's life was consisting of strictly three things: Extensive physicaltraining regimes, lessons on tactics and strategies and polishing all the skills an assassin would need. At age 15, Alan decided to put his knowledge to use and escape the agency, so he could see the life outside of it, with success. He managed to sneak out of the agency and run away. After 3 years spent running, he evacuated to the countryside, in an isolated village, where he met Sarah, the teacher of the village. It was with her, that he developed a passion for reading, that he eventually came to understand others' feelings, but, more importantly, he learned about love. Eventually he and Sarah married, but, aged 26 now, Alan lived a tragedy. He returned, only to see the village burnt, the citizens all dead and the only building still intact being the school. Arriving there, members of the agency had Sarah and the children captives. Pleading to spare their lives, Alan agreed to return to the Agency, but, as a reminder, the members of the agency killed every single one of the children and took Sarah away. Accepting his fate, Alan, heartbroken and shaken, returned to the agency, turning into the killing machine he was made to be. The only thing that kept him sane was the hope that Sarah would still be alive and that he would meet her again. The remaining 17 years of Alan's life consisted of honing his abilites to the fullest and carrying out missions for his secret agency, along with other agencies from time to time. Now, he is sent to Protogonos to assist finding the treasure his agency wants.
Trivia:
Name: Alan Johnes
Age: 43
Species: Human
Blood%: 100% Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Casually Hetero, but with his level-headidness on everything, he seems like an asexual.
Height: 176 cm (1,76m)
Weight: 75 kg
Physical appearance:
Alan is in top shape for his age. His body is well-built, with sword and bullet scars on his arms and torso, received from battle simulations and extensive training sessions. He is marked with a tattoo on his right wrist with the phrase "Acta Non Verba(Deeds, not words)". Alan dons a goatee, which, along with his hair, is totally white. He misses an eye, because of a mission. He has the typical wrinkles for a man of his age, but he is considered charming, as one would say.
Apparel: Impact-absorbing armor, composed of body armor, gloves and boots. The armor is made from highly-advanced, synthetic polymers, which make the armor bulletproof and resistant (to a degree) to physical damage. The armor is NOT Heat or Cold Resistant and NOT Spell-Resistant. No headgear. Wears an eyepatch
Vehicle: None.
Personality: Alan has, despite the environment he grew up, many redeeming qualities, most of them coming from experience. Patient and collected, he is usually the last man to speak in a conversation, wanting to listen the opinions of others first, so he can make fair judgements. He is usually honest, knowing that a painful truth will help someone more than a well-thought lie. A good listener, Alan is always available to listen to someone's problem and help out as long as he is capable of doing so. However, Alan is not opening out to others easily and his fundamendal principle is to not trust anyone, mainly due to his line of work. His hobbies inlude reading and training to keep in shape.
Occupation: Special agent of the secret agency. Also participated in other agencies' missions.
Faction: None
Pet: None
Adv. App.: None
Exp: Blade Specialist. Alan is an expert on any kind of sword. He received training from the Headquarters of the secret agency from a very young age. His blades or not, only one word can describe him...lethal. Up to this point, not a single human target escaped Alan's swords.
Spells: None
Abilities/Powers: Bio-engineering: Lesser Accelerated Healing Factor: Alan can instatly heal from minor wounds and he can recover from lethal injuries within days, as long as he doesn't die. Keen Senses: Alan's senses are more than an ordinary human could ever achieve. His eyesight and hearing have perceptive qualites second to none (human). His reaction time is good enough to dodge bullets and avoid hits from even the highest trained personel in the agency.
Hindrances: First of all, he is 100% human. That means, he dies, simple as that. Second, without his weapons, although proficient, Alan cannot fight against the threats of Protogonos. Third, his lack of experience first hand about what he is about to face could prove fatal, but, on the other hand, being too cautious could also prove lethal, since he has to be constantly on his feet.
Unknown Weaknesses: Using mind-affecting spells to relive past memories could cause severe trauma to him. Some poisons could also affect him more than normal, due to his altered biology (I leave the second one to the GM's descretion)
Weapons: If two katanas count as one weapon, then that, or else, one katana. The katana Alan wields are synthesized from an unknown to the rest of the world alloy, making them unbreakable (as far as the agency believes) and capable of cutting even the hardest of known alloys.
History: Alan's brief history could be summed in two words. Genetic experiment. He is the result of a combination of many experiments on bio-engineering and genetic enhancements, along with selective breeding between former guinea pigs. After many years, Alan came out on top as the biggest success of the agency. An enhanced human, with abilites unparalleled to his kind. Starting from as soon as he could remember, Alan's life was consisting of strictly three things: Extensive physicaltraining regimes, lessons on tactics and strategies and polishing all the skills an assassin would need. At age 15, Alan decided to put his knowledge to use and escape the agency, so he could see the life outside of it, with success. He managed to sneak out of the agency and run away. After 3 years spent running, he evacuated to the countryside, in an isolated village, where he met Sarah, the teacher of the village. It was with her, that he developed a passion for reading, that he eventually came to understand others' feelings, but, more importantly, he learned about love. Eventually he and Sarah married, but, aged 26 now, Alan lived a tragedy. He returned, only to see the village burnt, the citizens all dead and the only building still intact being the school. Arriving there, members of the agency had Sarah and the children captives. Pleading to spare their lives, Alan agreed to return to the Agency, but, as a reminder, the members of the agency killed every single one of the children and took Sarah away. Accepting his fate, Alan, heartbroken and shaken, returned to the agency, turning into the killing machine he was made to be. The only thing that kept him sane was the hope that Sarah would still be alive and that he would meet her again. The remaining 17 years of Alan's life consisted of honing his abilites to the fullest and carrying out missions for his secret agency, along with other agencies from time to time. Now, he is sent to Protogonos to assist finding the treasure his agency wants.
Trivia:
- Alan is playing with his goatee whenever he is thinking.
- Alan never leaves the eyes of his target open.
- His Blood Type is A-.
- Although never in the mood to do so, Alan has an exceptionally good voice for singing.
- The theory behind the experiments made of Alan, also included minimizing energy consumption. That's why, Alan was made to not do some basic functions that consumed even the slightiest of energy consumption like sneezing, snoring and yawning!!
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