Alexander Taylor
Alexander Taylor (a.k.a. Alex)
Alex is the stereotype arrogant rich kid from Beverly Hills. Skilled at his hobbies of being a multi sport athlete and MMA fighter, Alex enjoyed growing up in the movie era of superheroes, and took a fancy to Captain America. The appeal of Truth, Justice, and kicking the shit out of terrorist which is of course the "American Way". He took hold of these core beliefs which drove him to enlist in the marines once he graduated high school. His competitive nature drove him to be the best at all he did. This eventually led him to become a "Marine Force RECON" and did 3 tours in the middle east. While most of his file is redacted, one entry stands out. Alex was awarded the Medal of Honor for single handedly saving his squad by killing 23 insurgents with only his bare hands. His Squad mates reported that they never saw such an intense amount of carnage brought forth from one person. An overwhelming sense of dread and fear flooded the field. The enemy was left torn literally limb from limb. The team was beyond grateful for the swift actions of Alex, but are shaken to their core and are terrified to get back in the field with him again. Recommended for psych and physical evaluation to the Lifschitts research facility under the care of Silas Cooper.
Older brother to Isabelle, Alex was the poster child for your most popular high school jock in West LA. Idolized Captain America so much he joined the army, where things took an interesting turn..
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Alignment
Enduring
Age
26
Date of Birth
September 7th 1995
Birthplace
Beverly Hills, CA
Children
Current Residence
Dallas TX
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Blond
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White with a slight Tan
Height
6'7"
Weight
275
Quotes & Catchphrases
Dude sports...
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A Christmas Carol Redux
So we visited Ian at the continental this evening for a little yule tide cheer and were not disappointed. We even had the pleasure of visiting with the good Senator Adenfoile. He challenged us to a game of chance with a sizeable reward. The game 20 questions, the question was "who Am I thinking about?" For most this would seem like a loaded game as you could be thinking of literally ANYONE, from Ted Cruz to Nolan Ryan or Joan of Arc for that matter. But most would deduce that the good senator would pick someone of meaning to him. So Izzy and I joined up with Merchant Crow to try and analyze the senator and play his game. With the brain power of my incredibly smart sister and some cunning insight from Mr. Crow, it took us just 7 questions and 1 gold coin to come to an answer.
1. Is the person male?
2. Do they currently reside in the DFW Metroplex?
3. Are they Supernatural?
4. Are they currently an ally or are they someone you would like to be an ally?
5. Are they your enemy or someone that can bring harm to you?
6. Are they currently living?
7. Are they related to someone in precinct 10?
Is there name ??? Well for that answer it will cost you...1..gold..coin..
But the real Christmas gift.. Who is that person to our good friend the senator Scrooge? Well only the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future truly know, and will Ebenezer see change or be Bah Humbug about the answer?
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!!
Agent Smith & Ghost
So what to make of a gang banger posing as INS to catch a couple of "Illegal Immigrants"? Although this guy should have just been named Agent Smith or Johnson or one of those other cliche movie names for a shady federal agent, we did share the same goal, get rid of the bugs nest below the city. At least they paid well for the job. Wasn't even a challenge to stop the bugs out and to find their leader and bring him in. Nothing like a little wet work to start your day.
Then we went from causal to stranger things. Izzy got a contract from the city morgue to help acquire an object that allegedly helped to channel bringing back the dead. I mean I get the whole Men in Black morgue doctor who has this I'm queen of the dead complex, but she swore that by helping her to acquire such a piece would earn us rep within the newly developed precinct 10. Some law enforcement group in Dallas. Don't know much more about them as of yet, but it doesn't hurt to have the Law on your side. We were able to get said trinket at a significant price tag, but I wonder what is so important about the dead woman?
A Bug's Life, the Dallas reboot
10-17-21
What a wild first night back in Dallas. We have come back to determine the fate of Silas, but like most missions nothing goes as planned. Our first task was to get intergraded into the Dallas night life. What better way than to visit the famous Hotel Continental and...Casino. It was everything I excepted it to be, no expense spared for comfort and luxury.
It did not take much time for us to get acclimated to our surroundings. Trevor and I settled in for a little booze, schmooze, and a little gambling. Izzy did her thing of tag a long and observe the lay of the land. After an hour of fun, we all got down to work. Izzy found some work in her wheelhouse, which was nose deep in a laptop. It took her no time to score some favor with the manager Ian. Trevor and I discussed the other contracts that were available and chose to divide and conquer. He found employment handling the posh job of babysitting a politician during a rally, while I drew up the escort gig. Naomi Watkins, investigative reporter hired by the Continental to look into some potentially disturbing news and determine if the story should be "buried". She apparently does a lot of work finding the "truth", and then promptly figures if it's a story that should see light or remains in the shadows. The stories that lead to the ugly truth in Dallas can be more than the DMN hazard pay can cover. So this is where I, or I should say "we" come in. Meet Mason Kline, also investigative reporter for none other than... The Plano Gazette. Pulitzer Prize kind of shit, less the Pulitzer Prize part. Mason is my kind of people though. My boy doesn't mind getting his hands dirty to get that story. Meet Konrad Dusan, aka "The Mechanic". Actually I think he is more the Jason Statham kind of mechanic and less like the grease monkey. But Konrad is my DWAG!! This boy is the stone cold , heart eating Jeffery Dahmer mother fucker. But kudos to him for down playing this "I'm salt of the earth" persona. Speaking of "of the earth", meet Eustace Davis, tea sommelier. Izzy was a fan of his tea house, although it's not really my cup of tea...(yeah that's a dad joke) he still brews a kick ass drink. One of these days I think I will need to pay his farm a visit.
So our Motley Crue of mercs show up to offer our assistance to escort Naomi to the sinkhole formed at what previously the courthouse museum. Rumors had it that homeless people were seen being kidnapped and taken down into the sinkhole. Upon arriving, the group did a little recon and learned that the sinkhole had an access point of what resembles a well constructed metal shaft, much like a large service elevator. Mason and I geared up and scouted down the shaft to determine its stability and assess any threats, and threats we did find. We repelled down about 40 ft before finding a man made tunnel. upon entry into the tunnel, we encountered what could only be described as bugmen. They were some hybrid of human and insect. Our new found friends wanted to extend that "Sweet Southern Hospitality" that I have heard so much about, but they did not feel that only 5 of their friends were enough, so they rushed off to find more family to introduce us to. In the meantime, we invited Naomi down to explore and document her story. Eustace and Konrad held over watch up top in case more of the bug family came to visit. We explored for about an hour and stumbled upon a individual who appeared to have been attacked and was either unconscious or dead. Either way, we brought him along for extraction and medical assistance. About that time, our Southern friends returned with around a dozen more family. Well Mason and I were more than ecstatic to share some "pie and punch". After about 5 minutes, our new friends had about as much punch as they could handle and took their leave. I thought these Texas boys could hold their liquor, but all they ended up with was holding my beer. We found a path that led into the tunnels beneath the downtown area and called friend of Naomi to provide medical attention for our victim. Not sure what condition the individual ended up as, but the job was for Naomi and for that we were mission successful.
So this hive of bugmen will be an issue for Dallas if someone doesn't take action soon. I wonder how long it will be before we reach critical mass and its zombie apocalypses, the bugmen remix version?
