William Forsythe

Registry of the Non-Evolved Database

File #18 Oct 2009 00:13

Summary

Name William Prior Forsythe Aliases William Hurst, Prior Beckett, W.P. Forsythe Status Unregistered Non-Evolved Gender Male Race/Eth. Caucasian Birthdate October 13th, 1969 Age 40 Height 6'4" Build Athletic, perfect health Eyes Grey Hair Dark Brown Residence Fort Hero Employment The Company Parents Miles Forsythe Deborah Forsythe Siblings Two unnamed Sisters Marital Status Single Children Unknown First Seen Last Seen None Profile A company agent, and a agent with the department of Homeland Security.

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Background

Great men, have stories.

I am no great man, but I do have a story of my own. I was born, William Prior Forsythe, after my forefather whom was to have lead the Forsythe's over from England to settle in what is now known as Maine. The first Forsythe was said to be a Puritan minister-since then we found the silliness that comes with religious jobs and switched to different models: Bankers, writers. Things of great importance to the anthill we belong to.

My father was a banker. A successful one- so successful he funded his children going to very private schools. Mine was in Vermont, simply known as Barnes College for Boys. There we were taught things from history and political science, to leadership and other good things. My grades were average-Low a's and B's a few C's in courses I detested-not enough to make Harvard or Princeton seem like a reality. I was better in my sociology courses-my histories and foreign affairs sort of nonsense. You know-courses meant to shape men into young leaders. Though, I did come out of there with one thing that I find quite well- a penchant for Shakespeare.

I receieved a full scholarship to Rochester, and a few various other places, William and Mary, Annandale out in Illinois. Still, I chose a different route as playing the politician did not serve, nor suit my tastes. I wanted adventure and to see the world, so I decided West Point might be the place for me- I detest boats so the Navy was right out-besides I was wanting to be an intelligence officer-and we all saw how great Naval intelligence was in World War II.

OCS was a bit of an awakening of my muscles which had been used for fencing and sports like swimming and track. The swimming and track would come in handy, not so much the Fencing. Still I was entered in as a Lieutenant Second Grade from OCS and upon graduation from West Point. Cum Laude might I add. My majors were in Tactics, and Military history.

Anyway enough of that, rubbish. When I was put to my obligation I was sent right into the Military Intelligence. Let me tell you it is not all cloak and daggers, but it is pretty close. My particular skill as it soon blossomed was at finding moles. You would think people would be scrambling to help serve and protect the most 'free' country in the world. Not so-and sometimes thos little dissidents get into the army to work as saboteurs. I saw some action in my younger days-Panama for instance I got to get coffee for my superior whilst plotting the weeks long overthrow. I did a small stint in Kosovo, in which I earned a medal. Short story: Plane was shot down and we had to get back from behind enemy lines. Wasn't too terribly difficult. Nothing like that silly Owen Wilson movie portrayed. And a brief bit of time at the beginning of Desert Storm. From there I seemed to work as a spy hunter as it was, sometimes asked to help the navy chaps- or the the Air Force with their problems.

I retired at the Rank of Captain, which would I guess be like a Commander to the Squids, never rose too far up the ladder, but the compensation packages were nice, and if I chose to run for office-I had a nifty little rank I could use.

However That would not come to pass. Once out I was quickly approached by a small group known as the Company-apparently my own performances in the arts of Espionage and spy hunting garnered me a bit of a shining reputation in that community. Besides the occasional enemy one does seem to make.

I am nearly Forty one-I should be forty one by April-if I live that long. I tag and bag Unregistered Evolved. For the good of the country, I assure you.

Well, I was. Where did I leave off. Oh yes…The Company-blah blah blah, Right then

Well these cats approached me, said it would be good for the government and I would make better money that being a fat cat in washington, or teaching at my alma mater. The paycheck, was nothing spectacular, but the opportunities and benefits they hooked me with, were too rich to pass up. Specially when one has made several enemies in the spy business. Never helps having a nice cushy protective net, or shield at your back and disposal. Of course- you can still be killed, but that is beyond anything I care to go into.

It was here I was thrust into training, One on one with fellow Non Evolved Agents in training, this was done before I was set up with my own handler. An Evolved that had been there for some time, and thus I learned what exactly we were-fighting-against.

Evolutionary breakthroughs. Personally, I do not care whether or not you can fly, create fire, or shoot popcorn out of your ass. Just do not use it to kill or maim others..To be a criminal and a threat to the state-and we're fine.

At the time we started- this was a year or two before the bomb. At the time I was stationed in Seattle, working there. Still when the whole world goes to shit, some people re prioritize. And I was summoned over to work once the fallout was taken care of. I was working then like clock work, we had to round them up lest we have another repeat of November. And Then, we had the moles as well. Either Agents, that suddenly had a change of heart to the public when it came to the dangerous…And There was Pariah-Phoenix..all of them. You'd think some people would understand.

When you have a gun, you register it. When your body is the equivalent of one? Then you register it before hand. Not after the fact that you did something.

After the Bronx facility was hit-we simply put a halt on Bagging and Tagging.

No Matter-I am still a hunter.

My prey though is just more subversive. You see- I am fine with the Evolved, as long as they follow the law. And I am fine with the Company- we ensure this line a safety net.

What I am not fine with are people looking to subvert that. I don't care if you feel it is right, or wrong. You all lost the right once someone blew up a city.

Psych Profile

Prior Forsythe, where as a highly intellectual person, makes sure you know he is as well. There's something smug about him that he keeps wrapped up, just showing instances of it during our interview. Needless to say I fear the agent shows signs of having a superiority complex, and I fear it might lead to a slight alienation with other Agents. I wouldn't say he is kind hearted, nor is cold hearted. rather he seems to tip toe on the line, which makes him a hard read. He joked that it was because somewhere there was a supposed Irishman in his family line.

Where as I do not see any overt psychological problems, I do see a man who seems to hold himself in high regard. Hubris, and pride perhaps being his major vices. He doesn't smoke, but is said to drink recreationally, so I have it marked in his other file. Needless, to say…His moral compass seems as grey as smoke-and where as I can;t find an overtly huge thing wrong with him-That doesn't necessarily dismiss him as a risk.

For now I am signing off on Agent Forsythe's mental health

Dr. Clarence Coombs.

In short
Forsythe is a well adjusted male. Well one that grew up with privledge and class. Its something he desperately clings to, as a defense mechanism. His humor tends to be macabre, and dark more along the lines of british standard-dry. He feels justified in what he does, for the good of the nation-and mainly because it is his job-though his own honor code dictates that he goes lighter on women and children. Something instilled from his own family and upbringing. He likes to think of himself as a classic gentleman, though he knows he is far from it. Cunning and harsh he can come off as cold, but does strive at times to make in roads.

He is routinely humbled, but that rarely stops him form acting like an ass to others.

"I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man."
— Thomas Jefferson

Appendices

Skills

I know Kung Fu

Forsythe is trained in the ways of military Martial arts which combines maneuvers and strikes from various martial styles. Needless to say, Forsythe is better trained than your average grunt and would be on par for a member of a special ops unit. He is not a master nor trainer level, but he should still be considered dangerous.

Fastest Hand In The West?

Prior, is fairly well trained with the use of firearms. His strength lies in the Company issued side arm, and small arms from Sub machine guns, to tranq guns et, else. Sure he can handle an assault rifle due to his army years, it just has been some time-and he rather preferably use a pistol or something quieter anyway. He's a good shot, but again he is no marksman.

Elementary, Dear Watson

Forsythe's real skill is in the hunt, and in investigating. Through his years of sniffing out moles, and spy hunting as it were, Forsythe has obtained skills of deduction, and people watching to help transform him into an excellent hunter of men.

Survivor Man

Prior only exhibits the basic means to survive for a period of time behind enemy lines. This is no greater than someone trained extensively in this skill

Computers?

The best he can do is check his email and open files. He is not a hacker or IT specialist. When it comes to computers? He sucks.

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