Avorez

Henry groggily pulled out a caffeinated chewable, letting the bitter taste of the caffeine wash down his throat as he noted the Lieutenant, grasping onto her hand as he proceeded forward, “At ease, Lieutenant. We have a long, long day ahead of us.†The AEGIS blue-and-green spandex suit encasing Henry shone in the early morning sunlight on the deck of the USS Theodore Roosevelt, his body shifting heavily towards the nearby Osprey. “Freedom. Strange name, don’t you think?†Henry opined, walking briskly alongside the Lieutenant as he marched along, like a good tin soldier should, “Regardless, let’s start the briefing. I presume that we don’t have much time for whatever it may be.†Henry stretched, his muscles rippling to life as the two, soldier and Marine, proceeded forward unto the dawn.

Noted.

Titan mulled over Frost’s words as they continued the discussion, “Well, I did. In fact, I’ve consulted on-site medical professionals multiple times, and they always say that they’ll file a report, but if they have I’ve never seen any action taken as a result.†Titan grumbled, looking around the place, “What do you think, Frost? There is the possibility that you’re right. I could be…†Henry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “A clone.†Titan rose from his spot on the basin of the statue, his metallic body thudding against the stone as he stretched, “It’d be hard to prove that, though. Especially given the fact that I’m stuck here, unless a dire situation arises, until sunrise.†Titan shrugged and sighed, “Don’t know if you could classify this as ‘dire’, though. ‘Help! I may be a clone! Gotta go find myself like I’m Rocky.’â€

Titan mulled over her words, “The League huh…†Titan gripped onto the basin of the statue, “The problem is though, I don’t just get these headaches and visionary ‘episodes’ when I’m stressed or under pressure. It’s really only under certain circumstances and at the most random of times.†Titan leaned back in his seat and began to ponder a little bit, “I think the last time I had them this bad, I was reading a dossier related to the extant Griffin family in the UK. Well, that and the dossiers related to the Katanarchists and the Crimson Katana.†Titan clasped his hands together, squeezing them together quietly as he gulped, clearly greatly disturbed, “I see lots of death, and misery…occasionally, happy stuff…but I don’t ever remember it being an experience I’ve had, y’know? I’m afraid that maybe normal psychology can’t help me.â€

Henry looked to Lazenby, stretching out for the final time before settling in for the brutal briefing of bombasticity that was to come…Truth be told, Henry hadn’t worked with Lazenby much, thus he didn’t particularly know if he was bombastic at all, he merely liked to make alliterative statements in his head. He nodded simply, eyeing throughout the room at the others, his navy blue and green spandex suit rising and falling as he breathed. He noticed Yves, a valuable asset to the agency as well as a relatively nice woman off-the job, from what he had encountered of her anyways. The lack of hair made him a little uneasy as he looked about the room, taking note of Terrifica. She’s new…interesting. He thought to himself, his eyes finally falling upon Alyssa Wild. Titan sighed and rose from his spot, stretching further as he let the thoughts in his mind fester and toss and turn, “May as well, Sir. No better time like the present.†Henry said, affirming his restlessness.

Titan >The Field Where I Watched You Die (12) >Shanghai Surprise (1)

“It makes a difference to me, Frost.†Titan sighed and sat back down at the basin of the Red Fox’s statue, pinching the bridge of his nose as he rested, his mind contemplating the general possibilities…was he really himself, that is to say unique? Or was he really just some experiment that the government felt was within its best interest to cultivate and manipulate to their own ends? “Well, Frost…†Titan began, looking up at the stars, “I’m sorry if I have offended you, truly, I am…And I’m sorry for your loss, but I have not been sent here to make you feel worse about yourself. I haven’t been sent here as some mocking gesture of faux kindness on the part of my government or AEGIS…I’m here to protect the very thing that has commemorated the sacrifice that your friends committed themselves to all those painful years ago.†Titan looked about the darkened park, the light of the moon washing across the old airfield where the majority of the Allies gave their lives, “So stands the wickedness of man under the light of this moon.†Titan muttered, looking over to Fleur, “Thank you for fixing my pains, Miss. It means a lot to not be in a state of pain while on the job.â€

Titan sat in the darkness in a stunned silence at the anger that flowed from Frost’s mouth as he felt the finger of the thermovore beat against his metallic outer shell like a june bug against a tank. It did not take long for Titan’s face to twist and shape into an anger-washed parody of the peaceful visage that he had worn prior to that, “What gives you the right to dictate to me about something that I didn’t even do!†Titan’s fists clenched as his voice began to come to an roaring crescendo “You want to talk about something, Frost? I am not Henry Griffin. I am not a man who died in 1946! I may be his clone, I might not be, but that doesn’t make me him. SO THE NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO TELL ME WHAT I SAID, MAKE SURE IT ACTUALLY WAS ME!†- April 1st, 1945 Wittmund Airfield, Germany Henry Griffin lay on the ground, broken and wounded, blood escaping from his metallic form for the first time, the sounds of a battle rippling through his ears. Nacht-Krieger and Kantor had finally done them in, he had figured. ‘Is this the field where I die?’ he asked himself, his head tilting over to peer at Tommy, just as wounded and nearing death. This was the end for the Human Tank...or so it appeared. “Amelie, keep them occupied!†Lady Celtic slid in next to her husband and brother-in-law, throwing her protective shield up and beginning the healing process, their wounds knitting back together slowly as she kept them guarded…

Titan let the tension in his shoulders go slowly as his face began to untwist itself. Whatever Fleur had done, it gave Titan at least a little bit of comfort, killing off the pain slowly yet steadily. He could feel it fade and drain away slowly and surely, as he opened his white eyes and looked over to Frost, noting the similarities between Frost’s eyes and the orange-red of the cigarette, “You know, Frost, those things will kill you…†Titan chuckled to himself a little bit, “But I guess that isn’t much of an issue for you.†Titan rolled his shoulders and sighed, looking to Fleur as he moved about, stretching to keep himself relatively awake, “In a picture? Where would someone see a picture of me? On the news? I doubt you’d see me on the news, of all things. Usually AEGIS keeps me busy enough doing things around the city and the occasional abroad mission that I doubt I would be on the news much, if at all. Hell! I had to leave a party a few months back to handle an issue!â€

Titan looked over as Fleur de Joie came out from the thicket of plants, not overly surprised by her little act of teleporting via plants. He had seen weirder things than that occur around the world, in fact, he had seen stranger things in Kansas of all places! Titan rose from his seat and moseyed over to Fleur, “You know, I’ve only ever seen you on television, and occasionally as a dossier across my desk…ah, well, enough about work and play. How can I describe this…†Titan pondered for a moment and it was almost like a light bulb shined above his head, “I get headaches, bad ones. Damn near completely debilitating. I don’t get them often, only when I’m around certain things, certain people, certain places. They’ve been particularly bad here, my head’s been throbbing since I came near this monument, coupled with…†Titan paused and looked over to Frost and then back to Fleur, “It’s been unbearable. I keep getting these images in my head, almost like residual feedback from…well, frankly ma’am, I don’t know what.â€

Titan sighed and wandered over to the statue of La Renard Rouge, taking a seat on the basin of the statue in much the same way Caesar would have before he was stabbed at Pompey’s statue. It was rather fitting, really. The Human Tank alive again, and sitting in his long-dead friend’s shadow, life had funny ways of leading them all back together again. Perhaps they were intertwined by fate, perhaps they were all part of one great big cosmic joke on itself. Titan didn’t know the answer, in fact, he didn’t even know who he was anymore, “How can she heal me then, Frost?†Titan gripped the side of his head once more, a ripple from time coursing through his skull again. - January, 1945 France The Human Tank smiled a little and looked to Frost, “You know, Dimitri, you really are a good guy. I’m willing to wager that there is someone out there for you, bud.†He wrapped his arm around Dimitri, “Look at it this way, old friend, if someone like me…†he gestured to his large metallic frame, “can get someone like this…†he showed Frost the picture that he kept on hand of Lady Celtic, “_You_, of all people can get someone too! And don’t compare us to Tommy, Dimitri.†Hank sighed looking to the Eiffel Tower, finally liberated after a long, long war, “He may have powers, but not like you and I.†Henry continued along with Frost for a moment, soaking in his words, “And sure, there may be a hole where your heart once was…but that isn’t what makes you a monster, Dimitri.†Hank stopped and turned to Frost, “You are who you choose to be, Dimitri. You choose who you are with your powers. As one…brother to another, Dimitri, don’t lose sight of who you are. Never lose sight of who you are. You are who you choose to be, and I’ll be with you ever step of the damned way. Me, Tommy, Amanda, Troy and Avril. You may be dead, Dimitri…but you’re still family to me.â€

Titan raised an eyebrow, Man, this guy knows Fleur de Joie? Who or...what the hell am I dealing with? “So, let me get this straight, you’re…calling someone here, to root around in my head, because why again?†Titan cocked his head even further, a little concerned with what Frost’s answer would be to that particular line of questioning. Titan grumbled a little on the inside, kicking himself for taking this idiotic assignment halfway across the world, Stupid damned assignment…bringing back these damned headaches and visions…oh well, at least now I can get some form of treatment for this thanks to Frost.

“Hm, well…†Titan rubbed his chin slowly, looking about the area, “I was born in…well, I don’t really know where. I woke up in a hospital on Fort Riley in the American Heartland in early 2001 when I was about 11. The way it was explained to me, there was some sort of accident that killed my mom and dad. Put me in the hospital too. I don’t really have any memories before that as weird as it may sound. I was adopted by Sergeant Williams when I was thirteen, but he let me keep my last name. Kinda bumped around base to base after that. My powers manifested themselves around that time, I attended the USMA, and then from there I joined the military. Now…well, I’m the AEGIS liaison. Occasionally they have me do assignments like this, but this is the first time I’ve had anyone like…†Titan looked Frost up and down, the pale white skin and blood red eyes unsettling him a little, “you around before.†Titan cocked his head and raised his eyebrow a little, "Who are you calling?"

The idea was to make him a little more defense heavy, but I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to shelve Jaguar for a time in favor of a space character.

Titan groaned, his head still pounding as he looked to Frost, “Yeah, figured I wouldn’t be that big of a deal over here. Probably why I was sent here. The name’s Titan, I’m under orders from AEGIS to protect the monument due to worries of vandalism on the eve of the 70th anniversary of the Allies’ sacrifice at the nearby airfield. We have teams handling the overwatch on the larger monument at Lourdes in France but, or at least this is what I was told, they needed someone to handle guard duty on the monument here in Wittmund.†Titan rubbed his temples softly, his eyes clamped shut as he felt the massaging feeling of his fingers rubbing against the pain, “Though, why they couldn’t send someone else is beyond me. Usually I’m saddled with handling affairs out in Freedom City and the rest of the Mainland.â€

“I am not Henry Griffin! My name is Henry Thompson! What the hell!? Why do I need to explain my self and who I am to you! How do you know my first name, dammit! Who the hell are you?†Titan smacked the side of his own head with a light degree of force, focusing on the outer pain on the side of his head and not the pain hammering at the inside of his skull, being swept into a generous amount of memories that absorbed him into a world that he had only seen in movies and on the television screen. - June 2nd, 1942 London, England Hank and Tommy shuffled off the boat, Hank’s large metallic form towering over the vast amounts of American G.I.s, let alone his fifteen year old brother. As they stretched and felt the wondrous of land, Tommy elbowed Hank in the stomach and pointed over to the strangest sight he had ever seen: La Renard Rogue. Several of the others took notice of her, but kept shuffling along as she approached Hank and Tommy. “The Human Tank and Gunner, yes?†Hank and Tommy looked to one another and Tommy opened his, by this point infamous, mouth “Yeah, toots, you could say that’s u—Hey!†Hank elbowed him in the side and shot him an admonishing look, “Yes, that’s us. Who are you?†Amelie smiled devilishly and looked around, “Well…I have an opportunity for the two of you. Your government has sent Sergeant Shrapnel as one of your super-soldiers, and we have further openings…interested?†Hank looked to Tommy and shrugged, then looked back to Amelie, “You’ve got Gunner and the Human Tank at your service, lady.â€

Titan took several steps back, putting some distance between him and Dimitri, “What? Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name?†Titan’s head pounded with more and more images, images of a time long forgotten and long-passed. A snowy day, wedding bells, a baby crying…sadness. Painful, painful sadness. Darkness. Titan took in one long breath clutching onto his skull with both of his hands as another image ripped through his mind like an old movie playing in a theater. - June 5th, 1944 Oxford, England Hank hurried through the house, the world around him in a daze. He was tarnished with the signs of battle, various dents and scratches marring his form following the past consecutive five months of constant battle on the front. “Tommy, hurry your #!% up! I am NOT missing the birth of my kids!†Gunner was following alongside him at a slowed pace, exhaustion having set in long ago, “Seriously, Hank? God…can’t ever get a break…†The doors of the house really didn’t stand a chance against the embattled from of the Human Tank, and neither had most other things, all things considered. Hank looked to the midwife, and then to Lady Celtic, “Did I…†he spotted the little pink infant, swaddled and silent. Hank’s feet pounded against the floor as he shuffled over to his wife and twins…time stopped as he smiled and rested his heavy metal head against Lady Celtics…He was finally home.

Titan yawned, looking about the general memorial ground aside from Dimitri, “Dear God, why me. Of all the people, why am I the one guarding the memorials of the dead? What, they can’t send someone else?†As he looked around the general memorial, he spied the statues, images screeching on the inside of his head, names and faces of a life half-lived, “Hrng…†Titan kept the pain subsided, keeping himself at bay for the time being. Titan slowly shifted into his metal form, his body stretching and sheening over with the shining metal that had characterized his life, “May as well have a conversation with someone…Hopefully, he knows English.†Titan stood next to Peshkov, his 8 foot tall, several ton frame looking down on him. Kinda towering over him like Godzilla would a skyscraper, “Excuse me, would you mind not drinking and yelling at the statues?†Titan looked over Peshkov, the pain starting to grow in his head. For some odd reason, Peshkov made his skin crawl, but not in the same way that a scary movie or creepy guy, it was something different…something strange.

Player Name: Avorez Character Name: Black Jaguar Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack /+2 Damage, +2 Defense / -2Toughness Unspent Power Points: 150 Progress To Bronze Status: 3/30 In Brief: Crime Scene Investigator moonlighting as a crime-fighter Residence: Tomas lives in Southern Freedom, in the Lincoln neighborhood. Base of Operations: Tomas primarily operates in Southern Freedom, but he operates throughout the city. Catchphrase: “Time to pounce!†Alternate Identity: Tomas “Tom†Nunez Identity: Secret Birthplace: Fresno, California Occupation: Crime Scene Investigator Affiliations: Freedom City Police Department Family: Felipe Nunez (father; dead) Rogena Nunez (mother; alive) Hector Nunez (older brother; alive) Jorge Nunez (older brother; alive) Alicia Nunez (younger sister; alive) Cinthia Nunez (younger sister; dead) Description: Age: 29 (DoB: June 6th, 1985) Apparent Age: N/A Gender: Male Ethnicity: Hispanic. Height: 5’9 Weight: 170 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Tomas looks like a rather average man, his body being athletic, but being of a below-average height. He is a Mexican-American, and he has the features to reflect that, his skin being a light shade of brown, his eyes being a rather dark and muddy color of brown, and his hair being black. During his nightly patrols, Tomas wears a black spandex suit that he typically wears underneath his day clothes during the cooler months, usually eschewing it during the summer months. The black suit conceals the entirety of his face and his body, and utilizes a cat motif reflecting his name as the “Black Jaguarâ€. Power Descriptions: Tomas’ powers manifest themselves as a heightened degree of muscle control, as well as enhanced olfactory, auditory, and visual senses. Due to his exposure to the altered manaka root compound, Tomas also has enhanced speed and strength capabilities that allow for a greater degree of mobility during combat. History: Tomas was born and raised in Fresno during the 80s and 90s, his mother and father both being poor Mexican immigrants from Jalisco. The family was one cohesive unit during that time, but Fresno was a brewing cauldron of violence as he grew and matured. The Fresno Bulldogs and the other Hispanic gangs of the area were still waging wars against each other during the 80s and 90s that was tearing at the very fabric of the Hispanic community in Fresno. Brother fought against brother, and blood was shed. Members of La Eme and the Bulldogs bled and died in the streets of Fresno, and anyone associated with either group was a target. When Tomas was 13, his father and younger sister were claimed in a drive-by shooting, the unintended victims of gang violence. Afterwards, Tomas absorbed himself in his physical activities such as gymnastics and boxing, as well as his school work. His eldest brother Hector joined the Marine Corps the year following their father’s death, sending a portion of his wages back to his family to sustain them. As time passed, and Tomas grew, the family became even closer knit than before, his brother Jorge eventually moved on to Freedom City, becoming a cop patrolling the streets. Tomas eventually moved out from his house, attending college at USC on a full-ride scholarship, graduating with a degree in Biology. He then moved on to Freedom City alongside his brother, picking up a few odd jobs here and there before becoming a part of the CSI squad with the FCPD. Of course, this would be an average tale of some athletic boy losing his father and sister to gang violence on the streets of Fresno. Of course, that was until the incident at Astro Labs. At the time, Astro Labs was working on a compound similar to the serum that bestowed the Patriot with his powers, albeit with a degree of variation from the norm. Tomas was exposed to the serum through a lab accident that granted him his powers. Since then, Tomas has taken up the mantle of the Black Jaguar, fighting street crime in all its forms, with the occasional foray into battling masked villains. Personality & Motivation: Tomas fights crime for a variety of reasons, he has seen what gang violence and what an endless cycle of revenge and murder can perpetuate, as well as a high degree of exposure to the drug culture that is permeated by the gang culture. Tomas also fights for the memory of his father and sister, bearing in mind that they lost their lives to street crime, and he never will again. Personality wise, Tomas is a decent and upstanding individual despite his harsh and uncouth demeanor while patrolling the streets of Freedom City at night. He is almost like any other person on the street, he enjoys ice cream, walks in the park and the occasional movie. During the day time, Tomas is a somewhat talkative man that keeps his nose stuck in a book when he isn’t working on a crime. At night, Tomas keeps himself quiet while he stalks his prey like the jaguar that he has named himself after, occasionally roughing thugs up to extract information from them. Tomas sees the criminals that he fights against as a symptom of the larger disease affecting cities like Freedom across the globe, but he has decided that someone needs to fight the symptoms while men such as Langston Albright and the Beaumont clan. He views the masked villains that traipse around the city as little more than jumped up, and often supped-up, gang members like those that claimed his sister and father so many years ago. To him, they are little better than those whom they use, and he will beat them the just the same. Powers & Tactics: Given the abilities that he has been granted by the altered manaka compound, Tomas utilizes his fighting training to good use on the streets. He uses his boxing knowledge to give himself an edge against the fighters of the streets who lack the finesse and discipline that had been instilled in Tomas since a young age when he began boxing all those years ago. He uses his enhanced sensory and movement capabilities to grant himself a tactical advantage in comparison to those he fights. His increased strength allows him to utilize many objects as improvised weapons, while at the same time using his newfound strength to shatter bones and walls. Such is the life of a spandex-wearing vigilante. Complications: Secret: Identity Honor thy Family: Tomas will go out of his way to protect his brother and his family, no matter the cost. To him, family is everything, and any threat to them will be eliminated with extreme prejudice. No matter the cost. No Collateral Damage: At the same time, Tomas does not condone violence against the innocent. He will protect civilian life as much as he can, tending to take the longer route if it avoids civilian death, he himself having known the loss of a loved one. Abilities: 14 + 14 + 12 + 4 + 6 + 4 = 54 pp Strength: 24 (+7) Dexterity: 24 (+7) Constitution: 22 (+6) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 pp Attack: +6 (+10 Melee) Defense: +10 (+6 Base, +1 Dodge Focus, +3 Shield, +3 flat-footed) Initiative: +15 Grapple: +17 Knockback: -5/-3 Saves: 1 + 3 + 5 = 9 pp Toughness: +7 (+7 Con) Fortitude: +8 (+7 Con, +1) Reflex: +10 (+7 Dex, +3) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 95 r = 23 pp Acrobatics 8 (+15, SM) Bluff 8 (+10) Climb 9 (+15, SM) Diplomacy 8 (+10) Escape Artist 8 (+15, SM) Intimidate 13 (+15, SM) Investigate 13 (+15, SM) Languages 1 (Spanish, Native: English) Notice 12 (+15, SM) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Stealth 8 (+15, SM) Feats: 23 pp Accurate Attack Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Attack Focus: Melee 4 Challenge 2 (Accelerated Climb, Fast Acrobatic Bluff) Dodge Focus Defensive Roll 2 Evasion Elusive Target Improved Initiative 2 Move-By Action Power Attack Skill Mastery 2 (Acrobatics, Bluff, Climb, Investigate, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth) Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (olfactory) Powers: 8 + 1 + 3 + 5= 17PP Device 2 (10PP Container; Feats: Hard to Lose) [8PP] Power Claws (4PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [5DP] Base Power: Strike 3 (Feats: Mighty) [4PP/4PP] Alternate Power: Super-Movement 2 (Feats: Wall-Crawling, Slow Fall) [4PP/4PP] Shield 3 [3DP] Super Strength 1 (Heavy Load: 1400 lbs.) [2DP] Leaping 1 (x2 distance [using Skill Mastery Acrobatics: running long jump 52', standing long jump 26', high jump 13']) [1PP] Speed 3 (50 MPH, 500 ft. per round) [3PP] Super-Senses 5 (Enhanced Sensory Glands; Feats: Danger Sense, Darkvision, Scent, Ultra-Hearing) [5 PP]

Like I said, I took a break. I'm fiddling with it all so I can make it all balance out. The block was really weird when I nabbed it, so I'm having to re-format it for my own eyes, as well as work on the stat block, so gimme a second.

Abilities: 14 + 14 + 12 + 4 + 6 + 4 = 54 pp Strength: 24 (+7) Dexterity: 24 (+7) Constitution: 22 (+6) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 pp Attack: +6 (+10 Melee) Defense: +10 (+6 Base, +1 Dodge Focus, +3 Shield, +3 flat-footed) Initiative: +15 Grapple: +17 Knockback: -5/-3 Saves: 1 + 3 + 5 = 9 pp Toughness: +7 (+7 Con) Fortitude: +8 (+7 Con, +1) Reflex: +10 (+7 Dex, +3) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 95 r = 23 pp Acrobatics 8 (+15, SM) Bluff 8 (+10) Climb 9 (+15, SM) Diplomacy 8 (+10) Escape Artist 8 (+15, SM) Intimidate 13 (+15, SM) Investigate 13 (+15, SM) Languages 1 (Spanish, Native: English) Notice 12 (+15, SM) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Stealth 8 (+15, SM) Feats: 23 pp Accurate Attack Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Attack Focus: Melee 4 Challenge 2 (Accelerated Climb, Fast Acrobatic Bluff) Dodge Focus Defensive Roll 2 Evasion Elusive Target Improved Initiative 2 Move-By Action Power Attack Skill Mastery 2 (Acrobatics, Bluff, Climb, Investigate, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth) Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (olfactory) Powers: 8 + 1 + 3 + 5= 17PP Device 2 (10PP Container; Feats: Hard to Lose) [8PP] Power Claws (4PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [5DP] Base Power: Strike 3 (Feats: Mighty) [4PP/4PP] Alternate Power: Super-Movement 2 (Feats: Wall-Crawling, Slow Fall) [4PP/4PP] Shield 3 [3DP] Super Strength 1 (Heavy Load: 1400 lbs.) [2DP] Leaping 1 (x2 distance [using Skill Mastery Acrobatics: running long jump 52', standing long jump 26', high jump 13']) [1PP] Speed 3 (50 MPH, 500 ft. per round) [3PP] Super-Senses 5 (Enhanced Sensory Glands; Feats: Danger Sense, Darkvision, Scent, Ultra-Hearing) [5 PP]

It would be supernaturally hard, with a degree of martial arts ability, if you consider boxing to be a martial art.

He beats them. With his fists.

Arg. No, I didn't intentionally undercap him. I'm just not particularly good at making a character up to cap.

Player Name: Avorez Character Name: Black Jaguar Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack /+2 Damage, +2 Defense / -2Toughness Unspent Power Points: 150 Progress To Bronze Status: 3/30 In Brief: Crime Scene Investigator moonlighting as a crime-fighter Residence: Tomas lives in Southern Freedom, in the Lincoln neighborhood. Base of Operations: Tomas primarily operates in Southern Freedom, but he operates throughout the city. Catchphrase: “Time to pounce!†Alternate Identity: Tomas “Tom†Nunez Identity: Secret Birthplace: Fresno, California Occupation: Crime Scene Investigator Affiliations: Freedom City Police Department Family: Felipe Nunez (father; dead) Rogena Nunez (mother; alive) Hector Nunez (older brother; alive) Jorge Nunez (older brother; alive) Alicia Nunez (younger sister; alive) Cinthia Nunez (younger sister; dead) Description: Age: 29 (DoB: June 6th, 1985) Apparent Age: N/A Gender: Male Ethnicity: Hispanic. Height: 5’9 Weight: 170 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Tomas looks like a rather average man, his body being athletic, but being of a below-average height. He is a Mexican-American, and he has the features to reflect that, his skin being a light shade of brown, his eyes being a rather dark and muddy color of brown, and his hair being black. During his nightly patrols, Tomas wears a black spandex suit that he typically wears underneath his day clothes during the cooler months, usually eschewing it during the summer months. The black suit conceals the entirety of his face and his body, and utilizes a cat motif reflecting his name as the “Black Jaguarâ€. Power Descriptions: Tomas’ powers manifest themselves as a heightened degree of muscle control, as well as enhanced olfactory, auditory, and visual senses. Due to his exposure to the altered manaka root compound, Tomas also has enhanced speed and strength capabilities that allow for a greater degree of mobility during combat. History: Tomas was born and raised in Fresno during the 80s and 90s, his mother and father both being poor Mexican immigrants from Jalisco. The family was one cohesive unit during that time, but Fresno was a brewing cauldron of violence as he grew and matured. The Fresno Bulldogs and the other Hispanic gangs of the area were still waging wars against each other during the 80s and 90s that was tearing at the very fabric of the Hispanic community in Fresno. Brother fought against brother, and blood was shed. Members of La Eme and the Bulldogs bled and died in the streets of Fresno, and anyone associated with either group was a target. When Tomas was 13, his father and younger sister were claimed in a drive-by shooting, the unintended victims of gang violence. Afterwards, Tomas absorbed himself in his physical activities such as gymnastics and boxing, as well as his school work. His eldest brother Hector joined the Marine Corps the year following their father’s death, sending a portion of his wages back to his family to sustain them. As time passed, and Tomas grew, the family became even closer knit than before, his brother Jorge eventually moved on to Freedom City, becoming a cop patrolling the streets. Tomas eventually moved out from his house, attending college at USC on a full-ride scholarship, graduating with a degree in Biology. He then moved on to Freedom City alongside his brother, picking up a few odd jobs here and there before becoming a part of the CSI squad with the FCPD. Of course, this would be an average tale of some athletic boy losing his father and sister to gang violence on the streets of Fresno. Of course, that was until the incident at Astro Labs. At the time, Astro Labs was working on a compound similar to the serum that bestowed the Patriot with his powers, albeit with a degree of variation from the norm. Tomas was exposed to the serum through a lab accident that granted him his powers. Since then, Tomas has taken up the mantle of the Black Jaguar, fighting street crime in all its forms, with the occasional foray into battling masked villains. Personality & Motivation: Tomas fights crime for a variety of reasons, he has seen what gang violence and what an endless cycle of revenge and murder can perpetuate, as well as a high degree of exposure to the drug culture that is permeated by the gang culture. Tomas also fights for the memory of his father and sister, bearing in mind that they lost their lives to street crime, and he never will again. Personality wise, Tomas is a decent and upstanding individual despite his harsh and uncouth demeanor while patrolling the streets of Freedom City at night. He is almost like any other person on the street, he enjoys ice cream, walks in the park and the occasional movie. During the day time, Tomas is a somewhat talkative man that keeps his nose stuck in a book when he isn’t working on a crime. At night, Tomas keeps himself quiet while he stalks his prey like the jaguar that he has named himself after, occasionally roughing thugs up to extract information from them. Tomas sees the criminals that he fights against as a symptom of the larger disease affecting cities like Freedom across the globe, but he has decided that someone needs to fight the symptoms while men such as Langston Albright and the Beaumont clan. He views the masked villains that traipse around the city as little more than jumped up, and often supped-up, gang members like those that claimed his sister and father so many years ago. To him, they are little better than those whom they use, and he will beat them the just the same. Powers & Tactics: Given the abilities that he has been granted by the altered manaka compound, Tomas utilizes his fighting training to good use on the streets. He uses his boxing knowledge to give himself an edge against the fighters of the streets who lack the finesse and discipline that had been instilled in Tomas since a young age when he began boxing all those years ago. He uses his enhanced sensory and movement capabilities to grant himself a tactical advantage in comparison to those he fights. His increased strength allows him to utilize many objects as improvised weapons, while at the same time using his newfound strength to shatter bones and walls. Such is the life of a spandex-wearing vigilante. Complications: Secret: Identity Honor thy Family: Tomas will go out of his way to protect his brother and his family, no matter the cost. To him, family is everything, and any threat to them will be eliminated with extreme prejudice. No matter the cost. No Collateral Damage: At the same time, Tomas does not condone violence against the innocent. He will protect civilian life as much as he can, tending to take the longer route if it avoids civilian death, he himself having known the loss of a loved one. Honor the Dead: Those who have died deserve their respects. Do not speak ill of the dead around Tomas, lest you wish to incur his wrath. Abilities: 6 + 8 + 4 + 6 + 4 + 6 = 34PP Strength: 16 (+3) Dexterity: 23 (18) (+6/+4) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 14 + 14 = 28PP Initiative: +6 Attack: +7 Base, +10 Melee, +0 Ranged Grapple: +0 Defense: +8 (+7 Base, +1 Dodge Focus), +7 Flat-Footed Knockback: -6 Saving Throws: 4 + 5 + 4 + 5 = 18PP Toughness: +6 (+2 Con, +4 [Other]) Fortitude: +7 (+2 Con, +5) Reflex: +10 (+6 Dex, +4) Will: +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 123R = 30PP Acrobatics 12 (+18) Climb 8 (+11) Concentration 12 (+14) Escape Artist 8 (+14) Gather Information 10 (+13) Intimidate 10 (+13) Investigate 8 (+11) Knowledge (Earth Sciences) 7 (+10) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 7 (+10) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 7 (+10) Language 1 (Spanish) Notice 8 (+11) Profession (CSI) 5 (+7) Search 8 (+11) Sleight of Hand 6 (+12) Stealth 6 (+12) Feats: 15PP All-Out Attack Ambidexterity Assessment Attack Specialization 3 (Melee) Defensive Attack Dodge Focus Elusive Target Improved Block Improved Disarm Precise Shot Power Attack Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (Hearing) Powers: 5 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 8 = 25PP Enhanced Dexterity 5 (Manaka Enhanced Skills) [5PP] Speed 3 (50 MPH) [3PP] Super-Movement (Enhanced Musculature; Feats: Wall-Crawling, Slow Fall) [4PP] Super-Senses 5 (Enhanced Sensory Glands; Feats: Danger Sense, Darkvision, Scent, Ultra-Hearing) Super Strength 4 (Enhanced Musculature; Heavy Load: Roughly 1.5 Tons)