Bienvenue à Ankora
La ville d'Ankora. "Chicago est plus gros, plus atroce, cousin." Ils appellent ça. Pour une bonne raison aussi. Il est certainement plus grand que Chicago. Presque à égalité avec New York. C'est certainement plus dégoûtant, l'architecture est un smorgasbord de regroupement non sensoriel. Pourquoi y a-t-il une cathédrale gothique juste à côté d'un magasin de briques et de mortiers? Les rues sont couvertes de grime et l'air est fumé. C'est juste la surface. Plongez plus profondément et vous trouverez la partie vraiment laid de la ville, les gens. Ils violent, ils tuent, ils volent. Ou, du moins, certains d'entre eux le font.
Sur cette note, vous trouverez la seule grâce d'Ankora. Les justiciers. Un groupe de criminels déguisés pourrait sembler sily quand on remarque qu'Ankora a une force de police. Il devient moins stupide quand on se rend compte que les forces de police d'Ankora sont malheureusement sous-effectifs, avec un service sain de corruption parmi les dirigeants.
C'est pourquoi, les nuits comme ce soir, vous verrez des Vigilantes galantant à travers le froid, la nuit d'octobre. Ils cherchent le crime pour se battre. Dieu sait qu'ils le trouveront.
Name: Thomas “Tommy” Bently
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Tommy is 6’ 0”, and weighs 160 lbs. Twenty years of crime fighting has given him a desirable frame.
Bio: Tommy was born into a happy family. His parents were both exceptionally rich, so he and his sister lived a comfortable life. Unfortunately, growing up rich turned Thomas into a bit of an entitled prick. His only friend growing up was his older sister, to whom he was incredibly close. When Thomas was fourteen, his father and his sister were killed in a street mugging. His mother withdrew into her work, barely speaking to him. Thomas, burning with rage, threw himself into training.
When he was seventeen, he and five of his friends became the original six Ankoran Vigilantes. He started out in a set of stage Knight's armor, with a prop sword that served as a better bludgeon than a sword. His gear slowly became more advanced, and his skill slowly increased. When his mother died, he spent good chunck of his inheritance on improving his armor. When the Vigilance Accord was signed into law, most of the surviving orignal six retired. Only Galahad remained non-compliant. He now plans on forming a new group of vigilantes, of which Perceval is the first.
Personality: The first word one would use to describe Thomas is “quiet”. He’s mild-mannered and fairly unassuming. That being said, within him burns a sense of indignation, and has a short temper. When he fights crime as Galahad, that anger comes out.
Vigilante Name: Galahad
The armor itself is an advanced Carbon fiber alloy. It couldn’t stop, say, a point blank shotgun blast or a high caliber rifle bullet, and the joints are significantly weaker than the rest of the armor. That being said, it does provide a measure of protection against lower-caliber bullets, glancing shots, knives, or blunt instruments. It’s also a fair bit lighter than it looks, but it’s still pretty heavy.
Abilities/Skills: Galahad is an unmatched swordsman, and incredibly comfortable fighting in his armor. That being said. If one were to catch him outside his armor, he wouldn't be too har to fight, as he spends most of his time training on fighting with all of his equipment.
Equipment:Logris: An expertly weighted longsword. Nothing particularly special about it, but it’s plenty sharp and plenty solid.
Renges: A bullet-proof shield used by Galahad. It’s weighted for bashing criminals.
Alignment: Chaotic Good. Galahad stand for one thing. Justice. He hasn’t a problem with killing those who stand in the way of his vision for a peaceful world.
Reputation: Due to his brutal tactics, a government sanctioned smear campaign, and his general air of mystery, Galahad is feared by criminals and citizenry alike.
Accord Compliance: Galahad is noncompliant, and therefore wanted by the federal government.