Wilbur Marshall (Forge)

Weight: 180

Apparent Age: 75

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Broad Sword

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Bio: Forge is a very angry and frustrated man, his anger stems from the dark days that befell all of us back in the early part of the this century. Forge once served proudly as a officer in the US Army and fought to defend are very nation from the terrorist threats overseas. He dedicated his entire life to serving and protecting liberty, he comes from a long line of veterans and soldiers. Forge figured he had everything planned and his life was heading in the right direction, he had a beautiful wife, lovely children and even grandchildren. He had just finished paying off his home and was planing for his retirement in Arizona, well it seems for this Colonel that the universe had other plans. He was just finishing the paperwork in his office at Fort Huachuca and had just got off the phone with his beloved Susan. He was planning on heading home to discuss his future and the see his newly born grandson, well unfortunately for Forge everything was going to change in a moment as a nefarious plan was being unleashed from deep within the nations heartland. As Forge finished up and was preparing to leave for the evening the Natives unleashed there Great Ghost Dance upon the country and in a flash of magical and spiritual energy hundreds of thousands of Americans died in the horrific flames of the assault. Forge himself barely survived the attack, when he regained consciousness he was in the medical ward. In the coming days he awaited orders to bring military action against the offenders who he thought were just radical Islamic terrorists, when he was told that it was a magical assault from the Natives he was speechless and then he received the most troubling news. He was told that the Army and all other branches would stand down and this will be handed diplomatically, he was also ordered to remain on the base and observe from closed circuit television and satellite feeds. Forge was forced to sit and watch as the nation he loved with every ounce of his being was being torn a sunder. During this time he was also unable to reach his family and he began to fear the worse as he watched as the Native force took to the streets and began to rape and murder non native civilians.

      Forge requested authorization at that point to engage the tyrants and attempt to rescue the defenceless citizens and again he was ordered to stand down, by Presidential orders. Forge was completely sickened by this and yet he was powerless to do anything, he feared for his family but he was trapped on the base and trapped in a contract that could get him killed or arrested if he attempted to escape. Forge feeling powerless and scared for his family and for his nation eventually did the only thing he could do and that was submit his papers to retire and walked out of the base no longer a solider but now a scared American. As he drove to his home he fears where realised as he so the burned out rumble that was his house as he manoeuvred through the rumble and debris he found the bodies of what he could assume was his wife and children and his newborn grandson, badly burned and decapitated. This was the final straw for Forge, something snapped in his mind and he left the shell of his home avoiding Native patrols and made his way to the back yard. He wiped away soil and rocks to expose an underground bunker working the rusted lock he opened the tomb and descended into the darkness to gather his stockpile of weapons, ammo and armour.

       Forge at this point had lost everything he held dear in the world and was about to loose his beloved America in the coming days to the Treaty of Denver and coming wars of Aztlan and the Civil War. He took his supplies and outfitted himself as a weapon of war, if the America he loved was dead, then he would keep the American spirit alive and this solider for liberty and democracy, would become a solider of fortune hunting the tyrants that destroyed his life, his family and his honour. This is when he took the name Forge from Valley Forge and took to the streets to join the other mercenaries who were fighting for there freedom and fighting to save the innocent. For the first time in a long time Forge felt lie his life again had purpose and his skills where being put to the test, the natives soldiers fought hard but the determination of a American can never be crushed. Forge was fighting for revenge, for justice and for his nation. Eventually he was brought into a an actual Mercenary Guild and given legitimate missions against the native oppressors. He saw that his government might have been powerless to make a legitimate call to war, but they were using soldiers of fortune to do there dirty work. This mattered little to Forge, all he cared about was sending natives to there promised land and striking a blow for Lady Liberty and America.

       By the time the Treaty was signed and the Native American Nations was officially in place, Forge was deeply entrenched in the war and he had no intention of ever giving up and just falling in line. Though his old body and his injuries were beginning to take it’s toll on him. Forge would rather die in battle then give up the fight, that was till he met Colonial and for some reason he was given a strange serum and well Forge is still here and still in tip top shape, it appears Colonial saw something special in this unrelenting old warrior and gifted him with a form of longevity. Forge’s actual age is unknown but this man has been fighting for his entire existence, this man is a total mercenary and became awakened during the ravages of the Ghost Dance. His power level is unknown, though his skills in combat are feared by anyone who has ever dared face Forge in battle. He has been a Patriot since those early days and vengeance and patriotism drive this man each and ever day. All he has left of his former life are the memories and his wife’s locket that holds there wedding photo and there children’s photograph, this grandfather never got to see his grandson alive and the only memory he has is the torched body he laid to rest so many years ago,

     Forge is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield and his skills as an officer have lead him to greatness within the Mercenary world and as well the realm of the shadowrunner. He might not have received credit for any major operation here in Seattle, but history doesn’t lie and Forge was here and was fighting against the Natives with fellow mercenary’s Ringmaster, Striker and Ducky. He was also involved in many of the same operations the Ringmaster was in. Forge figured out a long time ago that the Natives where playing with Insects and Toxics and blaming it on the white man to cover there tracks, well people Forge has just released a copy of his war journals to the media via Snoopy. From what I have read, I am dumbfounded and it appears Forge has hammered in the final nail in the NAN’s coffin. This is one Patriot I can get behind, for his actions are just, he is a man with honour and he is a true solider and holds true to the old American values of Freedom, Independence, Democracy and the right live free of injustice, Forge I salute you and wish you the best, God Bless America!