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Changed Residence, Base of Operation, and Occupation Adjusted Age Fixed typos in Description Fixed typos in History, added to end of entry Fixed typos in Personality & Motivations, changed/added to end of entry Fixed typo in Power Description Fixed typos in Complication: Inhuman Appearance Added +2 to Strength, +6 to Intelligence, and +2 to Wisdom Adjusted Grapple to reflect new Strength Adjusted Toughness to reflect new Impervious rank Added +1 to Fort save and adjusted Wis save Added to or adjusted most skills Added new skill - Medical Added new feat - Online Research Added Descriptor to AE: Damage 10 Added Enhanced STR 4 to Physical Container Reduced Enhanced Feat: Evasion from 2 to 1 in Physical Container Added Enhanced Feat: Improved Initiative to Physical Container Increased Impervious Toughness from 7 to 8 in Physical Container Predator Power Level: 13 built 10 (202/202) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: None Residence: Freedom Hall Base of Operations: Freedom Hall Occupation: Scientist Description: Age: 30 (DoB: 13/08/1993) Apparent Age: early-mid 20’s Description: Jean is a humanoid fox girl. Dirty blonde hair reaches her shoulders and her eyes are a deep rich blue. Her features are fox like and a pair of red and black furred fox ears poke up through her hair. Short fur covers her body and her legs are slightly digitigrade. A fox tail protrudes from the base of her spine. The Predator armor is an advanced battlesuit Jean designed and built. She has redesigned and upgraded it numerous times since its conception. Its current design has a feline/canine inspired hints in its minimalist simplicity. It has a sleek, polished gun metal appearance with no added coloring except the yellow glow from the helmet’s ‘eyes’. History: Jean was born on a parallel Earth, similar to Freedom’s but with several major differences. Nearly identical to Earth Prime in every way, Anthro-Earth has comparable technology, history, and culture. The world has its own variety of heroes and villains that clash regularly, as well as numerous visitors from worlds beyond.The primary difference is the dominant species is anthropomorphic animals. There are also a sprinkling of humans and aliens from other worlds (and a few other anthropomorphic creatures not native to Anthro-Earth) that are referred to as 'outsiders'. It was during a clash between two of the many super-powered individuals in her world that Jean lost both her parents at a young age. Jean was recognized as a prodigy at an early age and graduated from high school years ahead of her peers. She attended college, receiving multiple degrees before moving to the private sector. Under the employment of a patron with known questionable connections, Jean secretly designed and built the Predator armor to combat the destructive forces that she felt plagued the city. For several years she fought to protect her city until one day a crazy scientist constructed a portal that threatened to run out of control and could threaten her entire universe. Alongside several other heroes she tried to stop it, only to find herself dragged in to the portal along with its creator. Jean found herself adrift in the multiverse, the residual energy from the portal causing her to shift through wolds at random. Wherever she appeared she would help to protect the innocent as she attempted to find a way back to her own world. Sometimes it would be days, sometimes weeks between shifts. This made it difficult to devise a way home. Eventually, her dimensional shifting landed her in Freedom City, but the residual energy seems to be nearly gone, leaving her apparently stranded there for the time being. She has since accepted residence and the use of a lab at Freedom Hall. In exchange she offers her assistance as a hero, while attempting to both find a way home and create a sustainable base to operate in this world. Personality & Motivation: Jean is intelligent and stubborn, but will listen to counter arguments and give them proper consideration if they deserve it. She has a strong desire to protect since losing her parents to ‘super powered’ violence. She is quick to act, but does so in an intelligent way. Always analyzing the situation and thinking ahead. Her mind is her most useful tool and she utilizes it. Though, in her travels, she has been forced to more drastic measures and sometimes goes further than she would normally feel comfortable acting in order to protect others. She is slow to trust others, but once she considers someone a friend she is fiercely loyal. She has been known to place others before herself to what some may consider dangerous degrees. Jean had no immediate family, but left behind many friends and allies she misses. Jean has no hang ups on her inhuman appearance since the world she was born into had a high population of humanoid animals. She does though have some body issues give her small stature and build, feeling she can’t measure up to ‘normal’ beauty standards. But this doesn’t normally hinder her since she tends to be more analytical by nature. It usually only came up on the rare occasion she began to feel attracted to another and thought they wouldn’t see her the same way. This would sometimes lead to her shift to an even more analytical attitude that could possibly push others away, but a numerous times she has allowed others to get close to her. Power Descriptions: Jean herself is an intellectual prodigy, but has no powers herself, relying on the suit for any combat needs. The suit was built using a mix of advanced Terran and alien technologies. Complications: Inhuman appearance: Jean is not human and makes no effort to conceal the fact. This may make people uncomfortable or possibly hostile towards her, causing problems with many people not used to dealing with nonhumans. A hero point could be awarded if this would cause a problem either socially or investigatively. ABILITIES: 2 + 4 + 2 + 20 + 8 + 4 = 40PP Strength: 12/35[50] (+1/+12) [+15 Str carry capacity (Super Str)] Intelligence: 30 (+10) Wisdom: 18 (+4) COMBAT: 12 + 12 = 24PP Grapple: +7/+19 (+6 Melee Attack, +1/+10 Strength, +3 Super-Strength) SAVING THROWS 6 + 6 + 6 = 18PP Toughness: +1/+10 (+1 Con, +9 Protection, Impervious Fortitude: +7/+9 (+1/+3 Con, +6) Will: +10 (+4 Wis, +6) SKILLS: 56/56R = 14PP Acrobatics [Dex] 4 (+6/+8) Computers [Int] 10 (+20) Concentration [Wis] 4 (+8) Craft, Electronic [Int] 5 (+15) Craft, Mechanical [Int] 5 (+15) Disable Device [Int] 5 (+15) Knowledge, Technology [Int] 5 (+15) Medical 1 (+5) Notice [Wis] 11 (+15) Sense Motive 6 (+10) FEATS: 10PP Online Research Enhanced Feats Improved Initiative 1 -> Improved Initiative 2 POWERS 96PP [120/120DP] Battlesuit 24 ([33+8+48+9+22] 120DP Device; Hard to Lose) (Descriptors: Technology, Trans-dimensional) [96PP] Combat Array 15 (30DP Array; Feat: Alternate Power 3) [33DP] AE: Damage 10 (Feat: Accurate 2, Improved Crit 2, Precise; Extra: Penetrating 5) [22DP] (slashing & piercing) or (blunt) Physical Container 9.3 [48DP] Enhanced Strength 4 [4DP] Enhanced Feat (Evasion 1) [1DP] Enhanced Feat (Improved Initiative 1) [1DP] Impervious Toughness 8 [8DP] Abilities (40) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (18) + Skills (14) + Feats (10) + Powers (96) - Drawbacks (0) = 202/202 Power Points

Ah, okay. That sounds fine. Ready when you are.

Blackstaff Blackstaff wasn’t sure what exactly to make of the snippet of argument he heard. But he did hesitate a moment at the door as the Cat spoke. “If it's all the same to you, I think we’ll pass on the tea.” He replied and glanced back to see Dreamer beside him. Then, readying his magic just in case he needed it, he tried to open the large door.

Artificer Heroditus let out a long, exasperated sigh. "We need to follow her, of course," he said to Nick as he adjusted the straps on his sandals, "but does someone need to stay here to speak with the local authorities? Describe what we have learned? Or would the regional constabulary not be prepared for such revelations?" He knew a thing or two about keeping secrets -- as an arcanist, a craftsman, and a "super-hero" -- but even with four years of experience, there was much about Surfacer customs and social hierarchies which eluded him. People should be forewarned of any threats in the area, but too much forewarning can lead to paranoia. And Surfacers seemed especially prone to negative reactions when it came to Deep Ones (probably because they were so unaccustomed to dealing with them). The tiny wings on the ankles of his sandals began to glow and flap, and he slowly rose into the air. He held out a hand to Nick, "coming with, or will you catch up?"

Paper Leon nodded in agreement with Luke. “If this was anymore of a set-up, there’d be a neon sign with a comical oversized arrow.” He chuckled. He trusted his best friend's nose. If he said it smelt ‘techie’ he believed him. “Might be another entrance.” He nodded. “I can watch here if you wanna circle around and check.” He reached out with his sense, searching for paper. If anyone was inside he might be able to sense it. Cash (when people still carried it) and collected membership cards, receipts, and BOGO cards. The paper detritus that sometimes finds its way into people’s pockets. Sometimes he could recognize the way it was gathered and moved around. It wasn’t perfect, but he still tried. OOC: can roll a Search or Perception if you need

Legion looks like they're being handled, so we're gonna try for a ranged blast at Visor. Ranged attack: 25 Toughness DC25 for Visor

Okay, they all Fail the Reflex check to avoid the blast. And the all fail the toughness save and are out. @Avenger Assembled

Okay, time for what is likely the last round: Round Five 26 Paper 3 HP (unharmed) 25 Stormcrow 6 HP (unharmed) 19 Shadowborne 2 HP (bruised x2) 18 Ghule 2 HP (injured x2) 16 Sureshot (unharmed, bound and helpless) 16 Multi-Girl 1 HP (bruised x2) 15 Legion (unharmed x5 / Original near Visor staggered, bruised, daze, prone / one near Ghule bruised 2 / one near Ghule, bruised x3, prone / one near Ghule bruised x3, prone / 1 near SC bruised 2, staggered, prone) 13 Shift 0 HP (injured x2) 10 Visor (bruised x2) 10 Star Khan (unharmed) 9 Nightscale 4 HP (bruised x4) @Spacefurry Paper is up !

Sweet, Electronic was what I was hoping for lol, figured she'd be taking apart some of the defunct machinery for wires and components. 1d20+26 = 42

GM The mighty Cerebral set her psionic powers to the reinforced window. Concrete, steel, rivets, bolts. This was a window that was designed to keep paratroopers out. Or possibly captives in. Possibly even keep soldiers in. The cage on the window rattled. More cracks appeared in the concrete... And then, with nuts and bolts flying, the cage was ripped clean off the concrete. The window smashed. Cerebellum could hear the tinkle of glass on the floor, and the rush of cold air hit her face. She was still up - maybe ten stories. And the whole tower, reeling from the impacts it had recieved, suffering from poor architectural design, was starting to wobble...

Ripped off!

"Yep... smells like a trap..." Luke muttered. "Literally... there is like some tech stuff around here..." He added, perhaps a frontal assault wasn't the smartest idea and yet he had no trick at his disposal to check what was inside without going and taking things head on. "Do you see a side entrance or something man?" He mused giving his flat-mate a nod as he scanned the area for any sign of a way that would allow them to get inside without being seen. Not like he wouldn't get in if he couldn't find one of course, he didn't follow the strange message just to go back home after all. ooc - Luke will just skill mastery his 20 at perception to check if there is a side entrance and in general if he can spot anything unusual, otherwise he will go inside.

La Puma Negra Her mind and body had wandered around, looking rather bored as she went from one statue to other. There was plenty of these things, all of different heroic costumed figures of a large variety. It was all somewhat confusing to her, this strange and weird environment, like a look into another sort of future that seemed to exist beyond the comprehension. Michael, or at the least a future version of him as Golden Star was there but she didn't seem to be among the ones made. No future her to look at or critique. Carmen hadn't liked the idea of a statue being made in her honor, thinking it gawdy, but maybe there was something else to it? That would be lost as the statue of someone wearing the costume of the Raven fell down to land right next to her, impacting the ground alongside a blaring siren noise. Carmen is caught utterly off guard, the sound causing her typical keen senses to be distracted, jumping a little after the statue nearly hit her, "Jeez!" she says, moving towards the darkness where it had come from.

Cerebral and Cerebellum Cerebral felt the tower wobble and realised that she did not have time, so she burst into the nearest room and went straight for the window, using her powers to force the glass to break! This was the only chance she thought she had! Meanwhile, panic set in for Cerebellum, his heart was beginning to raise and his mind wandered for a moment as soon as he heard the shockwave and felt the wobbling tower! His sister was still in there! He would rush after Michael, as he could hear the other boy. They needed to find her stat!

Let's go with Telekinesis: 16

Crystal-Gazer 0 posts = 0pp Test Your Might (0) Shift 0 posts = 0PP Dance Beneath the Stars (0) The Eel 0 posts = 0 PP --Titanium Characters-- Grimalkin 0 posts = 0PP Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow (0) Ghosts and Grimalkins: Dancing Star Night (0) Grim's posts split between Eel and Shift

Nightscale gritted his fangs as another round of psychic onslaught washed against his scales, cracking more than a few and forcing him to expel all the air in his lungs. 'This is gonna suck tomorrow...' He thought, yep he would certainly have quite a collection of bruises and hopefully nothing was too broken. "Is that all you got?" The black dragon forced a smirk as a show of confidence. Despite the evidence suggesting that the two supervillain's attacks had been far from harmless he was still standing and in fact, Mindifre hadn't escaped his claws, she was still struggling, but hopefully not for long. Now the temptation to repay fire with fire was a strong one, but unleashing his dragon breath in a city street was perhaps not the wisest, so he had to rely on the less refined method of slamming the captured telepath on the ground, not exactly chivalrous perhaps, but then again, he wasn't the one tossing psychic fire around wasn't him? "Stay put now...ok?" He his paw (but not completely just in case) to see if the villainesse underneath was still in fighting shape before turning his attention to the chaos that was still unfolding.

Neko Musume turned and stared at the man dressed as a Katanarchist, acutely aware of the blade that had missed her spine by inches. She stalked forward, not away, the metal of the catwalk ringing beneath her steps. The social media influencer, the rock band marketer, the genki girl - all fell away as she stared at the vision from her past. "<Look at me. Look at me, Katana's dog!>" she hissed as flaming horns rose above her head, topped by a flaming crown. Her perky outfit seemed to burn away in fire, revealing a long-sleeved sailor fuku beneath like an old-fashioned schoolgirl's outfit. Her ears twitched atop her head, her yellow eyes glared wide, her mouth was all pointed teeth. This was the devil catgirl who had served along Katana, the one in all the wartime propaganda, the one in the archives of the Green Dragon Society. She seemed to have two tails, lashing with unrestrained fury. She reached above her head and seemed to produce from nowhere a burning naginata, flame crackling from its tip and along its shaft, which she held weightlessly, pointed straight out at the Katanarchist. "<You know me? You know I won't miss!>"

Gonna assume I am! Neko is gonna ready an action to hit with her Mental Blast - I will have her use extra effort to add two ranks if she needs to, HPing her way out of the fatigue.

She'll exempt Kazra from the Obscure too.

Somewhere close to Esquire, a woman stumbled out of the brush and landed at his feet. She might have been pretty, once, with dark hair and striking green eyes, in clothing that marked her as one of the natives of the area. But something had happened to her, something terrible - and unholy. Blood dripped from gaping wounds in her face and abdomen, wounds so deep that Esquire could see bone and muscle beneath, and her guts churned and writhed with a foul, wretched movement that came from within. "They're here. The devils are here," she said before screaming in mortal, living agony as unholy things tore their way free from her abdomen in a shower of stinking gore, burning, shrieking fiends that revealed themselves as a horde of demonic, burning cats that overwhelmed the senses of every human there save the young heroes, so even if mechanical voices tried to tell them otherwise, all they could hear and see and know was the howling of the living dead. Neko Musume, a nekomata in a forest, stood amid the chaos visible only to her enemies and smiled. For the first time, her friends could see clearly that her teeth were very sharp. "kekeke..."

Okay, Neko uses Illusion - then surges (spending an HP to cancel fatigue) and then drops Selective Obscure on the entire area.

The Patriot spends a move action getting up, then she chucks a grenade at the remaining troopers. She'll use the Reverse Progression feat so it only affects where the troopers are, not her or Ghost. That's a Damage 10 area affect with the chemical descriptor, since she figures they might be protected against fire or ballistic effects with their space armor.

Sea Devil returned to Nick and Artificer by leaping off the roof and landing outside one of the downstairs. "It is time to go!" she bellowed in a voice like a thunderclap, striking her trident against her armor for added sonic emphasis. It wasn't that she feared the police. Even without her armor, she was a match for anything other than armored humans - in her armor and with her trident, she could probably take on the entire population of the county. But if she got in trouble with the police again, she might go back on probation - or worse - and Jessie would be so disappointed in her! I am not going back to jail, she thought with furious certainty. "I can hear it!" she added before actually leaping away in the direction to the heart of this place's terrible, unholy song.

That will work! And it sounds like Electronic, unless you're using the oil rig itself (which would be Structural) or somehow doing it analog - which would be mechanical.