Avorez
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It's been a bit since I looked at the sheet but...a lot. Specific Changes: Device was boosted to 20. Super-Strength, Concealment, and Comprehend were added to the suit. Enhanced Traits was upped to include Eidetic Memory. Concentration was dropped in favor of Drive. Grapple and Knockback were corrected. Attack Focus (Ranged) was dropped in favor of Accurate on Blast 8.
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Okay, made more changes.
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Yeah, I can just shave some off of Concentration and give him the skill.
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Blackfish Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: +2 Attack (Blast), -2 Damage (Blast), -2 Attack (Strike), +2 Damage (Strike), -3 Defense, +3 Toughness In Brief: Retired Naval Aviator dons nanosuit to fight crime! Catchphrase: N/A Theme: N/A Alternate Identity: Deion Carter (Secret) Birthplace: Oakland, California Residence: South Shore, Emerald City, Oregon Base of Operations: Emerald City, Oregon Occupation: MarsTech Test Pilot Affiliations: US Navy (Formerly), MarsTech Family: Elijah Carter - Father - Alive Sydney
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Blackfish Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: +2 Attack (Blast), -2 Damage (Blast), -2 Attack (Strike), +2 Damage (Strike), -3 Defense, +3 Toughness In Brief: Retired Naval Aviator dons nanosuit to fight crime! Catchphrase: N/A Theme: N/A Alternate Identity: Deion Carter (Secret) Birthplace: Oakland, California Residence: South Shore, Emerald City, Oregon Base of Operations: Emerald City, Oregon Occupation: MarsTech Test Pilot Affiliations: US Navy (Formerly), MarsTech Family: Elijah Carter - Father - Alive Sydney
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Delta Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: None In Brief: Amnesiac warbot from space with a conscience, finding his place. Catchphrase: None…yet. Theme: See here! Alternate Identity: Public Birthplace: Farria Residence: N/A Base of Operations: N/A Occupation: Affiliations: Ouroborous Robotics (Formerly) Family: J’on Van-Dahl (Creator), several brother and sister models. Description: Age: 6 Years Old Apparent Age: 20-ish Gender: Male-identifying Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5’9 Weight: Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown
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Titan's Grapple: 40
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While Yves and Carlos were preparing themselves, Henry also drew closer to the window, watching the astronomically sized hail falling to the earth. He groaned as he backed away from the window, the fist-sized chunk of ice cracking the window, and the voice booming overhead. “Oh come now.” He groaned heading back to one of the bathrooms among the herds of concerned analysts and office workers, “That's just excessive.” Henry dressed down from his ACU and within moments and put on the black and red spandex pants that he had decided to replace the old shorts with. He may have been a cl
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Yeah, I'll just use another HP for that.
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Titan's save: 22
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Henry blasted straight into the wall, the crunch as he hit the wall barely registered as he felt his head slam against the wall. For just a moment, Titan knew felt like he wanted to die, and he really hoped that someone would help him, but the lock-stepped drones that started tearing apart his apartment alongside his friends really had him non-plussed. That and his Super was going to have a field day charging him to high heaven for the damage not only to his apartment, but also his neighbor's apartment. Titan looked up just in time to see the fake snowman get blasted back into Jane
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I'll use a Hero Point to remove the Daze, and throw the beer can at Fake Klara's head: 24
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Titan Mirror Match (5) Aiming at Stars (2)
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Initiative: 18 Toughness: 7
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Henry furrowed his brow, looking over to his door, a scowl forming along his face as he rose from his chair, trying to move as quietly as possible over to his kitchen, grabbing another beer can as quietly as he could, slipping past the Russians despite his size. It didn't take long for Henry to start past the Russians, ice cold beer can gripped in his hand as tight as he could manage it, leaning over to look through the peephole. “Who is it?”