Droideka

"I'm not scared!" Leon rose out of his seat, hands on the desk. After a moment he seemed to regain himself, sitting down and folding his hands into his lap. He'd told himself, over and over and over the night beforehand. He'd asked around about Silbermans, just a bit. Giselle had been frank, said it had a bit of reputation. He didn't care. A weird reputation, true or not, he wasn't such a coward he would turn tail at the first sounds of oddness. He had to be more than that. "L-look, Lynn. I'm gonna be frank here. I've been here for just a few months, and I can tell you with confidence that this whole city is weird. You might not remember it, but my name, my sisters? We were on the news for a bit. Know why? First month I got here, I got caught up in a big inter-gang treasure hunt for a dead voodoo mobsters death bed weapon cash on a remote island. It doesn't matter where I work, weird stuff is gonna happen. It comes with the town. If I couldn't handle that, I would have moved back to Portland." Leon paused and took a deep breath. "So, uh, yeah. I-I would to think I can handle it." He drummed his fingers up and down the chair awkwardly. "Anyway, your great-granddad sounds like a real hero. I would've liked to meet him." He grinned weakly.

Leon blinked lightly, looking Lynn over once more, this time somewhat cautiously, before re-centering on her nose. "Well, my initial life plan was to go to college, yeah. But, things have happened, life and such. I-I've got other stuff to deal with right now, I don't need school work added onto that as well." He frowned briefly and his eyes became clouded, before he waved his hand in a dismissing motion. "Nothing bad or anything, just, you know, personal stuff. Shouldn-won't affect my work, so don't worry. For reading I like most any genre. Adventure stuff, mystery, sci-fi. My favorite stories are the knight ones like The Once and Future King, Le Morte d'Arthur, and the like!" He smiled. "Don't really have a favorite author though, to be honest." He shrugged.

"Uhh, I did do some babysitting through freshman year..." Leon screwed up his face and shivered. "Only in freshman year. Me and my sisters would take turns raking leaves and digging up snow and stuff. We did basic chores for a small allowance." He tapped his index against the chair as he thought. "Sometimes my sister Gi-Guinevere will call me out to her soccer practice." As he reminisced, he seemed to drift. "She calls it football, you know, says it's the proper name. Her team is in like a civil war about that, and I for one am-off topic, so uh..." He cleared his throat. "That's-that's all. Not a very impressive resume, I know. But like I said on the sheet, I'm willing to work odd hours if you ever need me to or anything like that, and I really like books so..."

"Well, Always Lynn..." Internally he scoffed at himself. That had sounded funnier in his head. "It's warmer, doesn't rain quite as much. Though to honest with you that's kind of a downside, really. I like rain. Less trees about, obviously. The sea is about the same, the people are about the same. More supers though, we don't really have any in Portland..." He paused and looked downward, once again, a small inner debate raging in his head. Finally, he sighed and looked up once more. "I'm really sorry about this, but it's gonna bother me if I don't ask. What was up with the, you know." He gestured to his own ears.

Leon's hand moved silently over to the small bowl rested on the desk, grappling a random candy. He fiddled with the wrapper for a second before popping it into his mouth. Starburst? His head never turned, but out of the corner of his he kept a trained look on the woman, more specifically her ears. She was pretty, he supposed, her smile genuine and bright. But those ears, they were...was that a thing people did now? It would be just him to some new saint Patrick's day tradition... He debated several times asking her about it, but ultimately decided to keep quiet. Maybe it was a new tradition, or maybe she was just weird. He wouldn't let it get in the way of the interview. "Take your time, Miss, uh..."

Shoving his hands into his Jacket pockets to help hide his nerves, Leon turned toward the voice. It was the girl at the counter. He glanced around once more, this time noting that the store was basically empty. With a sigh, he stepped up toward the girl. "AH, y-yes, I'm, uh, I'm Leon. Leon Angles. That's uh, you say it like Ohn-gleh, it's spelled like A-N-G-L-E-S on the sheet, but it's, it's french..." The more he spoke, the more harsh his accent became, and the more hard to make out he became. He cleared his throat to halt his floundering and collected his thoughts. "Sorry, sorry. Got a lot of, caffeine in me right now and also I'm, uh, super nervous! I'm the interview, I-I'm not late, am I?"

"Brushed your teeth?" "Yes." "Deodorant?" "Yes." "Ate your breakfast?" "Yes!" It hadn't been a great morning for Leon. Well afternoon, more like. He had planned to wake up nice and early, but, somehow, his alarm had failed to wake him up. This meant that, at the ripe hour of ten, Ginny had banged on his door and he had zombie-shuffled to and fro in a state of lethargic panic. He had dressed to kill slowly, in his most okay grey jacket, a green shirt, basic pants and his ratty sneakers. Taking pity on him, his sister had shoved a coffee into his hand before pushing him into her car. So now here he was, shuffling out into the parking lot three-fourths awake and being mothered by his older sister like it was his first day of school. He shut the door behind him, grumbling as Ginny said something about him 'growing up so fast,' and waved half-hardheartedly as she drove off. Annndd that was when the nerves hit. He shoved both his hands into his jacket pockets (it was kinda cold out today..) and moved toward his first ever job interview. Kind of an important one as well, he was actually interested in working at a bookstore, both because he liked books, but also for more....personal reasons. Scuffing his shoulder against the door as he moved inside, he took a glance around. It was nice, warmer than it was outside. At the closest counter was a woman serving coffee not dissimilar to the one he held in his hand. Actually, she looked a lot like how he pictured a barista would look in general with the glasses and all. Some indie rock band he had never heard before blared on the sound system. Moving over to a nearby corner by a Saint Patrick's Day display, Leon began subconsciously flicking his thumb against his palm. Was it hot in here, or was it just him?

Gallantly Forward February 20th, 2017 Freedom City 2:45 AM It was late, and the night was dark and cold. The streets were lonely, and within the dim sphere granted by the streetlights, only one figure could be seen. He wore almost all black, with a ski mask haphazardly worn over his head. He walked casually and confidently down the sidewalk, looking about. Internally, Gallant was a bit morose. It had been a slow night, which was at once good and bad. Good because it meant here was less crime, bad because it meant he has less heroic feats to preform than most nights. He scratched his neck roughly. His make-shift mask was really starting to chafe. Suddenly, without warning, he heard and felt a surprisingly large explosion rock a nearby building. He could see smoke further up the block, and in an instant, he was off. ---- Gallant skidded to a halt as he reached the epicenter. It was a medium sized jewelry store, looked completely closed, nobody inside. Smoke poured out of the building onto the street, and waving his hand to clear it, he looked about. There was only one other person nearby, a figure hunched and coughing. Gallant rushed forward and dragged them away from the smoke before taking a closer look at them. She was a young redhead, looked as old as he did. She was pretty, he supposed, wearing a nice ruby red dress. The young lady turned to him and began to speak. "T-thank you, Sir. You saved me..." The look in her eyes and the way she spoke reminded him of Guinevere. Beneath his ski-mask, his mile grew, and he began chuckling lowly. "No need for praise! Saving Innocents is my purpose, madame." Gallant turned toward the store and narrowed his eyes. "Speaking of which, have you any idea what villain committed this act?" He waved his hand in the general direction of the store. "Y-yes!" She seemed ecstatic for some strange reason. "I did, I saw, t-they were like ghosts, phantasms! They came in and grabbed the jewelry in that store after it exploded, and then they phased straight through the wall!" Gallant hummed in acknowledgement. Specters of some sort. But what would they want with jewelry? He shook his head. It didn't matter either way, they were most likely long gone. He turned back to the young lady. For some strange reason, she seemed to be slowly walking away from him. "Well, if what you say is true, those cur are likely long gone. My patrol for the night is nearing it's end, but before it does, I would be happy to escort you to the police station." "P-Police station.." Her eyes seemed to be sharpen. "..why would you take me there?" "So that you may give your report as an eyewitness, of course. Unless you would rather wait for them here, miss..." "Caroline." She responded, seemingly automatically. She cursed lowly and seemed to consider his question for moment, before looking up and reaching into her purse. She pulled out a phone and shoved it into his hand. "How about you call them, Sir? I'm still a bit shaken." Gallant nodded and looked down, but before he could mess with the phone something caught his eye. A glint, coming from Caroline's purse. Was that...jewelry? He reached out, and in an instant Caroline jumped back, once more reaching into her purse. She smiled viciously "So, you're not as stupid as you sound." Her voice had dropped an octave. "But you're still stupid." A click sounded from inside the purse, and the phone in Gallant's hand burst into a massive cloud of smoke. He coughed and furiously waved the smoke away. Trickery! He had been deceived by the young lady. He looked about but Caroline seemed long gone. He frowned, and turned as he heard the telltale sounds of police sirens. He was pleased at first, but that slowly turned to dread as he sighted a white news van trailing the cops. Inside Gallant's head, several thoughts flashed, but one stood out more than the others. Run. He was off in an instant, using his superior speed to swerve through alleys and back-road streets. The sirens faded quickly, and noting the rising sun, Gallant began heading toward his current home. ----------- February 21st, 2017 Freedom City 12:23 PM Giselle sighed as she threw the door to her apartment. She hopped about as she removed her heels, and began ranting. "You will not believe the day I had!" She stalked toward the kitchen, still in her suit and socks. "First my car runs out of gas, right at the curb of the station, and I had to push it up all on my own, then I get to the office just the tiniest minute late and Rodriguez rides me like a truant, and-oh my god you're drinking orange juice out of the carton, that is so disgusting, Leon!" Said brother held up his hand before pulling the OJ away from his lips. "Okay, one: It was almost gone anyway. Two: It was almost expired. And three: I was really thirsty." He moved past Giselle, and began stuffing the empty carton into their overstuffed garbage bin. "I'm really sorry you had such a crap day, sis." Giselle seemed to want to say something more, but instead shook her head and sighed, reaching into the fridge for a soda. "Thanks, Leon." She began shuffling toward her room. "I'm gonna go relax and catch up on some Game of Thrones, call me if you need anything." "When are you guys gonna finish my costume?" He hollered toward her as the garbage bin conceded his victory. "That ski mask and turtleneck really suck." He scratched his neck for emphasis. "Ask Ginny!" he heard the sound of a door closing and huffed, moving to flop on the couch. It had been about a month since the "Incident". His sisters had known about his powers as long as Leon himself had, which was both good and bad. Good because it meant he had moral support, and also access to Ginny's sewing skills for his costume. Bad because they didn't know the full story, and also because they were at times absurdly embarrassing about his super-heroics. He could hear the spirits buzzing in the back of his head. Far as he could tell, they were still sore about the thing with, Caroline, was it? He didn't really care about Gallant getting played for a fool as much as he did the fact that a criminal with explosive expertise was still out and about. He'd looked up what he could about her after his morning shower, and he thought he might have a spot for Gallant to check out for a lead on her. Leon sighed to himself as he mindlessly tapped his foot on the floor. He really needed a hobby, or a job or something. ----------- February 21st, 2017 Freedom City 10:13 PM Gallant knocked once, twice, three ties on the lovely wooden door before stepping back and looking about. It was a pleasant neighborhood, tucked away into a little corner near a local park. He looked down at himself, more specifically at the glorious coat his wondrous sister had crafted for him. He enjoyed it immensely, and he was excited for the final piece in his costume. Guinevere had told him beforehand that the mask was nearing completion, but for tonight, he was still stuck with the ski-mask. Gallant turned back toward the door as it creaked open, and raised his hand in greeting. Standing now on the porch was an older woman, late forties to early fifties. Her hair was brown with gray fringes, and her humble dress was emerald green, but the thing that drew his attention was her angelic smile. "Hail, fair Madame Gainsborough! I have come here this cold night to ask some questions about your daughter. Might I come in?" The woman blinked, her expression surprised. She quickly settled back into a smile, however. "You must be the nice young man I've been hearing about. Chivalry, was it?" "Gallant, actually." He placed his hand on the back of his head and glanced downward. She chuckled. "Well, Gallant, please come inside. I'll brew up some tea and we can," her smile once more faltered, and she sighed, "talk more about my baby girl." ---- this is really good tea He was on his fourth cup already, and the pot was almost empty. Mrs. Gainsborough eyed him happily as he drank, munching silently on a soft biscuit. Finally, as Gallant finished his latest cup, she cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "I must say, dear, that mask just doesn't suit you at all." "A-ah, yes." He nodded. "I feel much the same. Luckily, this is only a temporary measure, and my full heroic visage will soon be visible!" He pointed his finger upward dramatically. Once more, Mrs. Gainsborough giggled. His smile widened beneath the mask. "Now, about your daughter?" "Ah, yes.." she nodded. "Truthfully, I'm not sure what I can tell you that I haven't told the police already. Caroline was always a quiet girl, and got into trouble more often then I would care to admit. I tried my best to help her, told myself it was just a phase, but it was hard raising her on my own. She fell in with the wrong crowd, and one day, she just, up and left. It's been three years..." She glanced sadly toward the staircase as she finished, before turning back toward him. "I must ask, why did you come to learn about my daughter? Has something happened to her, have you picked up her trail?" Gallant's smile dimmed. "Well, madame, I"m distraught to say this, but..." ------------ February 22nd, 2017 Freedom City 8:15 PM That had not been a fun conversation, Leon sighed internally. Gallant had been allowed to search through Caroline's old room, and had found a surprisingly incriminating journal. As it happened, that jewelry store had been owned by the father of a girl who had picked on her in school. There were other locations listed like that, some crossed out, some not. As he had left, clues in hand, Gallant had promised he would be back to check on Mrs. Gainsborough. Leon could appreciate that, at least. He looked up. 'Is he still talking!?' Devin Mason, Giselle's (soon to be ex, Leon had no doubts) boyfriend, had invited them all out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. The food tasted terrible, the prices were jacked up, and he was pretty sure Devin wasn't gonna cover their bill, but it was a nice looking place. The three sibling picked at the now cold food as Mason prattled on, monotonously, about a variety of subjects. Archaeology, how heroic he was, the food, gas prices, his car, how heroic he was, the nerve of some reporters, his jerk boss, the weather, did he mention how heroic he was against the Saint Angels? Giselle smiled awkwardly and pretended to listen, Ginny's head softly impacted the table, and Leon was pretty sure his palm was going to leave a nice red mark on his cheek. Ugghhhh... ------------- February 22nd, 2017 Freedom City 1:23 AM Leaning against the nearby wall of the hotel he found himself at, Gallant smiled brightly, his mouth now open to the air. His mask had been completed, and now his costume was done in full. Stupendous! From the other side of the building, he heard and felt a dull thud, some sort of explosion. He grinned ferociously. RIGHT ON CUE He rushed out into the street, began clearing out the smoke, and looked about. He could see her, deep in the building. She was inside the elevator, and though he moved swiftly toward her, the door had already shut. With a grunt, Gallant pried the doors apart. Looked like she was moving upward. He turned and rushed to the stairwell, beginning a rapid ascent. He could see smoke pour downward as he moved, and he was sure he was close as he reached floor twenty. He could see a figure, faintly, and he rushed forward, pinning them to the wall. He smiled triumphantly for a brief moment, before he got a good like at his victims face. It was a young lady, younger than Caroline. Her hair was dark like Guinevere, and in her hand she held a jingling key. Gallant backed away slowly and held his hands out in a placating fashion. "Apologies, young lady. I was bit over-eager. It seems-" He was cut by a dull boom and a grunt of frustration resounding through the door next to them. He turned briefly, before snapping back to look at he girl before him. "Go downstairs, call the police, tell them Caroline Gainsborough is here. I'll hopefully have her ready for pickup by the time they arrive." The girl nodded frantically, and rushed away. He sighed, backed up, and charged toward the door. As it fell away, Gallant heard an undignified squawk. Caroline, now dressed in some sort of catsuit, rolled out from underneath him. She looked him over briefly, before smirking. "So, I see your stupid costume is finished. Not into clingy guys, just to be clear." Gallant respond with a quick punch, which missed. Caroline grunted, reaching toward her belt and tossing out several pellets. He lifted his arms as they impacted, sending him flying back several feet. With a small exhale of effort he hopped back to his feet and pulled out his blade. From the other side of the suite, Caroline stomped her foot, her facade cracking. "It's not FAIR!" She whined. "Bethany, Josie, Carter, they all treat me like crap, make me miserable, no one cares. I try to get some payback, and I'm suddenly a criminal!" Gallant leaped to her, making several prodding thrusts. She dodged them all, as he figured. She was quite quick. "I'm afraid, Miss Gainsborough, that-" He swiped the blade low, aiming to trip. She avoided once more to the side, tossing more of those odd pellets wildly. He rolled, dodging all but two, which scraped his knee. "-though I do have a large degree of sympathy for you, your-" he reached out, grabbing her by the scruff of her collar. He managed one quick jab to her gut before she slipped away once again, dropping a smoke pellet this time. "-response to you poor treatment falls not only under the descriptions criminal, but also potentially insane, leaving you the bigger villain!" Seizing an opportunity, Gallant dashed toward a nearby bookcase. It missed Caroline by a small amount, but stunned her long enough for him to slip behind her, pressing one arm on her abdomen and the other near her neck. She struggled against him momentarily, but it was clearly a lost cause. "No matter the means, the motive, the culprit, or the victim, when such villainous actions as rampant thievery, destruction, and attempted murder are preformed, I will stop them!" "Will you please shut up!?" Faster than expected, Caroline slipped her arm down. She held up a small ball, the biggest of the items on her belt, ad pressed her thumb softly onto it. With a click, the ball began to beep, and he could see a triumphant grin on her face. He frowned openly, and reached out, snatching the ball out of her hand and surrounding it fully in his palm. The explosion was heard but not felt, and with a soft blow to the side of Caroline's head with the hilt of his blade, the battle was won. ----------- February 23, 2017 Freedom City 5:15 PM "-people like that just give bullied kids a bad name, Jason. They make the abusers feel like they have a right, a reason to keep up their abuse, and they make others more cautious to help out of undeserved fear!" "Exactly my feeling, Felicia. Now, we take you closer to home, with a quick interview with the felons mother, a Mrs-" Leon could here the television from his spot at the kitchen. It was his turn to cook dinner, chicken pot pie as it happened, and he was feeling good. He whistled lowly to himself as closed the fridge. "See, what I don't get.." Giselle's voice could be heard from the couch. "Is how she had all those explosives and smoke bombs and stuff? She only had like, a high-school level education, and they haven't said anything about her being some super-genius." "Oh, oh, maybe there's like, a super criminal syndicate that supplied her!" That was Ginny. "Wouldn't that be awesome?" "No." Leon responded as he pulled the peas out of the freezer. "That would be awful!" "No, it would awesome, because our super-heroic little brother is gonna find them, bust in and kick all their asses!" "Or maybe your super heroic little brother is gonna watch a Netflix show on his phone, eat some chicken pot pie in his room, and play some Monster Hunter?" "Both of you are wrong. Our super heroic little brother is gonna come out to this couch right now so we can make fun of him for the cheesy speech he made that got caught, in full, on video." Leon closed the stove and groaned. He felt a buzzing in his head, he swore could hear the spirits laughing, he just knew he could. He shuffled slowly out to the couch to meet his sad fate.

Contents: Reputation Origin Story

Gallant Gather Information DC10: A young man with a golden aura and enhanced abilities has been reportedly sighted around Freedom City. DC15: The young man calls himself Gallant, and according to scattered witnesses acts as if he is a bombastic fantasy hero. DC20: Gallant seems to generally move about at night, though he has also been seen at odd times within the twilight of a day. DC25: Gallant does not seem to have a boss, or any major goals aside from general heroics. He has assisted the police, but also gone outside the law to do good. Knowledge (Arcane) DC25: Gallant seems adverse to Wrought Iron, a weakness shared by the mythological Fay. Knowledge (Streetwise) DC10: A young man with a golden aura and enhanced abilities has been reportedly sighted around Freedom City. DC15: Gallant seems strangely shy about media attention. At least one witness reports seeing him outright flee from a local news crew. DC20: Gallant does not seem to have a boss, or any major goals aside from general heroics. He has assisted the police, but also gone outside the law to do good. Leon Angles Gather Information DC15: Leon Angles is an unremarkable high school graduate who recently moved to Freedom City. His sisters Giselle and Guinevere are minor success stories in the stock-market and track and field community, respectively. DC20: Angles is currently employed at Silberman's Bookstore. DC25: Angels was a victim and witness involved in the Saint Angels Alliance case. He was reportedly unconscious for most of the encounter on Helen Island, and therefore had little to give to the police in his testimony. Helen Island Gather Information DC10: Helen Island is a small island off the coast of Freedom City. DC15: Helen Island was recently brought to media attention as the location of the Saint Angels Alliance case. DC20: For many years, Helen Island was a source of rumors surrounding it's apparent housing of a treasure trove of illegal weaponry, purportedly placed by famed mob boss Cyrus Graves. Knowledge (Arcane) DC15: Helen Island was, for many years, known for discharging minor amounts of mystical energy at an irregular pace. These pulses have recently ceased altogether. DC20: According to scattered old texts, Helen Island was once one of the standard meeting places of the mystical fay. Cyrus Graves Gather Information DC15: Cyrus Graves was once a high-level mob boss operating out of Freedom City circa 1970. On his death bed, he claimed to have hidden contraband on Helen Island. DC25: Graves was notable for his borderline obsession with the mystical. This obsession became more pronounced the closer to death he was. Knowledge (Arcane) DC20: Graves seemed to have many connections to the mystical underground of his time. DC25: Based on scattered reports and articles, it can be assumed that late in his life Graves became capable of minor magical feats.

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Player Name: Droideka Character Name: Gallant Power Level: 10 (150/151PP) Trade-Offs: +2 Toughness / -2 Defense, +2 Damage / -2 Attack Unspent Power Points: 1 In Brief: Heroic Swordsman and Adventurer, secretly sleep-walker controlled by three fey spirits. Residence: Freedom City Alternate Identity: Leon Angles [Birth Name] Identity: Secret Birthplace: Oregon, Portland Occupation: Retail at local book store. Affiliations: None Family: Oscar Angles (Father, 55), Bianca Angles (Mother, 43), Guinevere Angles (Older Sister, 23), Giselle Angles (Older Sister, 25) Age: 17 (DoB: February 12, 2000) Gender: Male Ethnicity: French-American Height: 6"0 Weight: 190 lbs. Eyes: Green/Blue Hair: Pale Blonde/Honey Blonde Leon is a somewhat wiry young man who is neither muscled nor overweight. His posture is proper, and though somewhat clumsy at times his general gait is quiet and controlled. His hair is feathery and mid neck length, with long wavy bangs that at times obscure his eyes. Due to his enjoyment of indoor activities, his complexion is somewhat pail. His eyes are generally cloudy, but brighten when something catches his interest. In general, he always looks somewhat tired. His clothing is based on practicality and is generally low-key. eon has a faint lilt in his voice that denotes an accent, which becomes more pronounced the more nervous he is. Gallant's most notable features are his omnipresent grin, and the golden aura that surrounds him. In general, he appears older than Leon, more a man in his early twenties than a teenager. The aura seems to brighten him instantly, and makes features such as his hair a far more honey rich gold. Unlike Leon, Gallant possesses a lithe, runner build of toned muscle. His eyes are a vibrant, almost glowing blue. If one looked past the aura, his complexion would still seem slightly pale, though less so than Leon. Gallant's posture is straight and confident, and he is always looking about and moving. The Gallant costume consists of a black and white trimmed tunic and pants, brown and gold boots, a white, brown, and gold trimmed overcoat, black gloves, and a red sash around the neck and shoulders. The mask is a white and gold plated half-mask, designed to resemble a lion's upper jaw and face. It stops at his hairline. Gallant's sword is a medium sized broadsword that seems to swirl with the same aura he possesses. It's made of a metal that resembles bronze in coloration. The blade's scabbard is brown, with a single red ruby at it's base, and it's hangs on Gallant's right hip. Power Descriptions Leon has no powers of his own. When Leon falls unconscious (Sleep, knocked unconscious, etc.) the spirits inside of him surface and grant him power. Gallant is blessed by fey-like spirits, who grant him greatly increased speed, strength, constitution, and charisma at the small cost of a weakness to cold steel. Gallant's sword is magically blessed, and can extend its reach to more resemble a pole-arm. Gallants' strategy shifts depending on which spirit is advising him, but in general he is a bold melee fighter. Gallant is enhanced with magic, and thus all of his abilities fall under that descriptor. History Leon was a quiet child, at his home and at his school. Always in the corner with a fantasy book. He loved fantasy, knights, dragons, fair maidens! He wished he could be so heroic. But no, no, that was never him. Best to keep to himself.... That was the life of Leon Angles, in summary. His sisters, bright, cheerful, sporty, they were always off with new friends or some such. His parents, cold and quiet and harsh, they weren't much for support. So it was just him, and his toys, and his books, and his few friends, for fifteen years. Fifteen years, before his oldest sister, Giselle, decided the small port town they lived in was not her dream city. She was a socialite by nature, with a sharp, silver tongue. She could get by in the big city, Leon had no doubts. So, with a clear conscience he smiled and waved her off at the airport. His other sister, Guinevere (Or Ginny, as she preferred.) had always looked up to her big sister. She was smiling too, though he could tell it was a bit forced. He was worried, then. Those worries were founded, as it turned out. One year later, and he was smiling, a bit forced, and waving her off at the airport. Ginny wasn't cut out for the big city, as far as Leon was concerned. She was sporty, yes, good at physical actives of all kinds. But she was...naive. He loved her dearly, but she was a bit of a ditz. His parents had turned to him, as Ginny's plane took to the sky. They said nothing, but they had a look in their eyes. But they had no need to fear. He was perfectly content in his hometown.... Of course, one year later, he was the one standing at airport. Nobody waved him farewell, though his parents looked on with a sort of melancholy. Perhaps they were catching empty-nest syndrome. Leon sat in his uncomfortable seat within the plane, sighing as child behind him reared their legs back in preparation for take-off. He had more reasons to leave than just a growing wanderlust, sadly. Communication with his dear sisters had dried up, and mom and dad were getting antsy, in there own way. Freedom City was a nice place, according to the brochure. Big legacy of superheroes. He was sure it was nothing. It was of course, quite a bit more than nothing, he later mused, as Giselle helped him nurse his violent black eye. Some street gang coalition, full of thugs and brutes and other big muscled men and women who could snap him like a twig. They wanted something, a location, from Giselle's current beau, David Gale. Some kind of explorer, apparently. He had found a trove on a nearby island, and, according to the thug's appointed leader, this trove matched up with a riddle given by a late great mob boss some ears back, as he lay dying. One that lead straight to a vast trove of weapons and loot. And, it just so happened, those weapons could be the bolster they needed to stop vigilantes from thinning the herd, so to speak. Giselle's boyfriend had folded easily under pressure, and his sisters were witnesses, and now, unwilling accessories. Leon walked back to their shared apartment every night, nervous and afraid. Always afraid... One night, dark and rainy and far too cold to be moving about, they came. A boat, a very uncomfortable sea-side trip. A small island, a lot of shovels, a lot of walking, and lots of digging. A shovel clanged, mud fell away. A structure, stone and granite and slate. Leon was part of the advance party, along with Giselle's boyfriend and some random goons. They were expendable, so they would look out for any traps. It was somehow even colder inside then it was out in the rain. He could see his breath as they walked, his eyes always down on the floor. He wanted to act, wanted to grab one the guns right out of the gonna hands, Rambo his way out! But that wasn't going to happen, he thought bitterly. He was going to die, either to a trap, the gangs, maybe hypothermia. His sisters, t-they would die. They deserved better... The group came to a fork. There were six off them, so they split two ways. Leon, the boyfriend, and some lady with a gnarly scar on her arm went left. Left soon turned right, then down, then up, then down, then, mirrors? Mirrors indeed, on the walls, on the floors, on the ceiling. Leon looked about, and realized that at some point he had separated from the others. He stepped forward. He didn't know why, but it felt like something was calling him. Studying him. He looked straight at a nearby mirror. A scream, feminine, resounded through the hall, but he couldn't truly work up the care. His head was swirling, thoughts of his weakness, of his hopes, his dreams, he wanted to be heroic, he wanted to save the day, he wanted help, he wanted... It came out, all at once. A swirl of strange, golden energy. And suddenly, he wasn't Leon anymore. He was, uh, what was his name? Gallant. Right, right, he shook his head. He needed to do something, he needed to...save. Yes! He needed to save his sisters, because he was, a hero! He pulled out his sword, and in an instant, Gallant was off! Leon woke, much later. He had had a very, strange, dream. Gangs, ghosts, fights...he looked around. He was in his sister's apartment. He was on the sofa, and the TV was on some cartoon. He grunted and switched it to the news as he pulled himself up. But, as he listened, he lost his focus, and fell. A cave-in, a massive gang arrest. David Gale, hero? He could hear a buzzing in his head, thoughts and voices not his own. He could see Ginny in the corner, a somewhat suspicious look on her face. From the other room, Leon could hear Giselle arguing with mom and dad. He exhaled harshly, and without further ado, passed out. Personality & Motivation Leon is a soft spoken young man, with somewhat low self esteem, a streak of curiosity, and a tinge of cynicism. If you ignite his interest he can be quite passionate, however. These interests include literature and music. In general, he tries kind and helpful, even to the point of being derided as pushover by others. In confrontations, Leon backs down easily, though he is not satisfied with his self described cowardice internally. Leon is nervous about Gallant, and the spirits, and at times envious about them and the strength they show, though he is willing to deal with it if it means good is done. Gallant is joyful and boisterous, and is a seemingly uncontrollable chaotic young man. He is ever curious, always looking about and grinning ear to ear. He seems to enjoy battle, though not true violence. He speaks in a flowery tone, and enjoys talking about heroics, and adventure, and friendship, and...what else is there to talk about, really? Despite his at times boastful nature, Gallant seems to avoid self reflection, doesn't like close scrutiny or heavy attention, and avoids mirrors if possible. In truth, Gallant is a fledgling consciousness, something of an alternate personality of Leon. He is naive to the world, and has little personality on his own. He is somewhat aware that he is Leon and somewhat not, and is guided, or steered, by the three fey spirits that grant him his power. He loyally follows the spirit's advice, but primarily listens to one at a time. The loudest spirit, the main spirit, switches at points, and so Gallant can seem somewhat neurotic. Complications Possessed Hero: Gallant is steered by three powerful spirits that possess Leon's body. The spirits are in semi-flux, and who is the main driver changes occasionally. Secret: Leon has two secrets to keep. The fact that he is (technically) Gallant, and the fact that he is host to three fey-like spirits of unknown origin. Relationship: Giselle and Guinevere (Sisters). Abilities [2 + 2 + 4 = 8PP] STR: +10/0 (30/10) DEX: +1 (12) CON: +10/0 (30/10) INT: +1 (12) WIS: +2 (14) CHA: +10/0 (30/10) Saves [5 + 6 = 11] Tough: +14 (+10 Con, +4 Protection) Fort: +10 (+10 Con) Ref: +6 (+1 Dex, +5) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Combat [8 + 12 = 20PP]Initiative +5Attack +4, +8 (melee)Grapple +8/18Defense +6, +3 flat-footedKnockback -10 Skills [52R = 13PP] Bluff 10 (+24/+14) [+4 Attractive] Diplomacy 10 (+24/+14) [+4 Attractive] Gather Information 10 (+20/+10) Knowledge (Art) 5 (+6) Language 1 (English[Native], French) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats [24PP] Accurate Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 4 Attractive Ambidexterous Beginner's Luck Distract (Bluff) Fearless Improved Disarm Improved Initiative Improved Throw Improved Trip Interpose Instant Up Luck 1 Move-By Action Quick Draw Quick Change Stunning Attack Take-down Attack Taunt Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Powers [6 + 20 + 20 + 20 + 10 + 3 + 5 = 84PP] Device 2 [Gallant Blade] (10PP Container, Gallant Blade, Flaw: Easy to Lose) [6PP] -Strike 2 (Extra: Penetrating 3, PFs: Extended Reach 1, Improved Crit 2, Mighty, Variable Descriptor 1 [Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing]) [10PP] Enhanced Constitution 20 (+20 CON) [20PP] Enhanced Strength 20 (+20 STR) [20PP] Enhanced Charisma 20 (+20 CHA) [20PP] Protection 4 (+4 Toughness; Impervious [6 ranks]) [10PP] Speed 3 (50 MPH) [3PP] Healing 5 [Chi] (Flaws: Personal) [5PP] Drawbacks [-2 + -2 + -6 = -10PP] Normal Identity, Involuntary Transformation (Unconscious/Asleep, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major) [-2PP] Vulnerability (Iron, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major [+50% DC]) [-2PP]Weakness (Iron, Frequency: Common, Intensity: Moderate, -1 CON per minute [10 rounds]) [-6PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning) Gallant Blade Touch DC 27 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing) Totals: Abilities (8) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (13[52 ranks]) + Feats (24) + Powers (84) - Drawbacks (10) = 150/151 Power Points

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Player Name: Droideka Character Name: Gallant Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 0 In Brief: Heroic Swordsman and Adventurer, secretly sleep-walker controlled by three spirits. Residence: Freedom City, Queens Alternate Identity: Leon Angles [Birth Name] Identity: Secret Birthplace: Oregon, Portland Occupation: Retail at local book store. Affiliations: None Family: Oscar Angels (Father, 55), Bianca Angles (Mother, 43), Guinevere Angles (Older Sister, 23), Giselle Angles (Older Sister, 25) Age: 17 (DoB: February 12, 2000) Gender: Male Ethnicity: French-American Height: 6"0 Weight: 190 lbs. Eyes: Green/Blue Hair: Pale Blonde/Honey Blonde Leon is a somewhat wiry young man who is neither muscled nor overweight. His posture is proper, and though somewhat clumsy at times his general gait is quiet and controlled. His hair is feathery and mid neck length, with long wavy bangs that at times obscure his eyes. Due to his enjoyment of indoor activities, his complexion is somewhat pail. His eyes are generally cloudy, but brighten when something catches his interest. In general, he always looks somewhat tired. His clothing is based on practicality and is generally low-key. Gallant's most notable features are his omnipresent grin, and the golden aura that surrounds him. In general, he appears older than Leon, more a man in his early twenties than a teenager. The aura seems to brighten him instantly, and makes features such as his hair a far more honey rich gold. Unlike Leon, Gallant possesses a lithe, runner build of toned muscle. His eyes are a vibrant, almost glowing blue. If one looked past the aura, his complexion would still seem slightly pale, though less so than Leon. Gallant's posture is straight and confident, and he is always looking about and moving. The Gallant costume consists of a black tunic and pants, brown boots, a white and gold trimmed overcoat, black gloves, and a red sash around the neck and shoulders. The mask is a white and gold plated half-mask, designed to resemble a lion's upper jaw and face. It stops at his hairline. Gallant's sword is a medium sized silver broadsword that seems to swirl with the same aura he possesses. It appears to be made of a metal that resembles bronze in coloration. It's scabbard is brown, with a single red ruby at it's base, and hangs at his hip. Power Descriptions Leon has no powers of his own. When Leon falls unconscious (Sleep, knocked unconscious, etc.) the spirits inside of him surface and grant him power. As Gallant, Leon's body is granted greatly increased strength, speed, constitution, and charisma. As well, he summons a mighty blade, though not the skill with which to wield it. The golden aura that surrounds Gallant can be channeled internally to mend himself. Depending on which spirit is steering Gallant, he shifts tactics, though in general he is a bold melee attacker. Gallant is enhanced with magic, and thus all of his abilities fall under that descriptor. History Leon was born in Portland, Oregon, and lived for time with the rest of his family in a well sized seaside home. His father Oscar was over a decade his mother's senior, though despite the claims of some, the two seemed to have genuine love for the other. His father had in his prime been a successful stock-broker in wall-street and therefore had retired in luxury, capable of providing for his family as needed. Despite this, Leon's parents were somewhat withdrawn form their children, as was their nature. Though they often teased him, Leon and his sisters got along well. Giselle was outgoing and emotional, and enjoyed meeting new people, though she also had a tendency to pick bad friends. Guinevere was more focused on athletics and sports, but she adored her sister and followed everywhere she went. Leon, by contrast, liked to stay indoors, having always been a somewhat introverted youth, and, unlike his sisters, he was home-schooled. His favorite activities were reading and watching films, his favorites in the mediums being the Arthurian based, knightly tales of heroics and valor. Eventually, the combination of living in a small town, with a set of reserved and quiet parents, resulted in Giselle drifting off to greener pastures, the big city. Guinevere followed soon after. Leon was, however, happy to stay in his home town. Initially, his sisters sent frequent messages and updates, and Leon knew his parents quietly appreciated them as he did. Slowly, however, the messages dried up. Though at first this was brushed off, by the time a year had passed with little to no new messages, worry set in. And so, a combination of concern and a growing wanderlust sent Leon to Freedom City. It didn't take long to discover the problem. In a rundown part of the city, in a dingy apartment building, he found them. They were concerned, panicked even, when he showed up. They had found something, one day, by chance. A location, a treasure map, and though they had memorized it's contents, per the owners request, it had been destroyed in a fire. Someone wanted what was on that map. And that someone was, as Leon discovered later that day, while lying face down with a black eye, a gang boss of some repute. He was told to stay quiet and follow directions when asked, just as his sisters did, lest someone get hurt. Over the following two months, feeling helpless and morose, Leon complied. One rainy, miserable night, several burly thugs came into Leon and his sisters shared apartment. Giselle had caved, finally, when he had been threatened in full. The family was brought along, captive, by the gang on a small boat to a small off-coast island. When they reach shore, Leon and the thugs were made to dig. And dig they did, as the rain and cold wallowed around them in the mud and dirt. A shovel hit rock. The rain washed away the muck, and it was revealed. A large, stone structure. Leon was pulled aside, and he was briefed. A weapons cash had been hidden away in the large structure, a very valuable one at that. But it was trapped, and they needed someone expendable... Shoved into the dank, musty rock structure alone with but a flashlight for defense, Leon could't help the shiver that ran down his spine. The inside was as stone as the exterior, filled with odd statues and carvings. Walking slowly and cautiously through the winding halls and tunnels of the structure, turning down into the earth. Leon came to a fork. Before he could investigate the paths, his foot caught on something. Hearing the click that resounded through the hall, Leon moved. He stumbled down a random hall as the sound of a gunshot rang out behind him. He ran, ran until he felt the dull thud of granite on his face. A dead end. He recovered quickly, but it didn't matter. He could hear footsteps echo out from farther in. He'd been inside for too long. They were going to find him and kill him, kill his sisters! He was too weak, too, pathetic, he was-it was too much. With a cry he struck the wall, in frustration, in anger, again and again. He kept going, as the steps got closer, until, finally he heard a small click. He had no time to react as the floor dropped out from under him. His back hit soft dirt, and the trapdoor shut silently. The cavern was dark, save for a small, golden light that permeated from the center of the room. All around, more strange statues stood. With no other option, Leon moved closer. The light was coming out from coffin like structure, a tomb of some sort. On it's lid was a figure robed in heavy armor, both hands clutching a sword. With a small push, the lid gave and fell the floor, the golden light now shining furiously. Inside, a broken skeleton lay, clutching a scabbard containing a glowing, golden sword. After his initial revulsion passed, Leon felt a strange sensation. It was as if the sword was humming, calling to him... The instant he touched the pommel, the glow spread from the sword to him, and he could see no more. All there was around him was darkness, and voices. Three voices, chaotic, asking for a deal, a bargain, a purpose. His tried his best to wade through the sounds and give his own, but they were fragmented. Hero..save...protect...stop... A voice resounded. "We can work with that." It was blurry after that. A flash of laughter, a fight, a shocked gang boss. His sisters looked in awe, he restrained the criminals, and then, a..boat? With a jerk, he awoke. He looked about the boat, confused. His sisters would later tell him how brave he was, how amazing. They were proud, what would he do with this power? As several voices rang about his head almost silently, Leon couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Personality & Motivation Leon is a soft spoken young man, with somewhat low self esteem. If you ignite his interest he can be quite passionate. These interests include literature and music. In general, he is kind and helpful, and at times has been derided by others as a pushover. Though he tries to be friendly and optimistic, it is at times difficult, as he suffers from mild mood swings into apathy and depression. Leon is somewhat nervous about his time as Gallant, though as long as he continues to do good is willing to be the vessel for the spirits. Gallant is joyful and boisterous, and is a seemingly uncontrollable chaotic young man. He may be boasting of his prowess one second, and the next be off on his next adventure. Gallant loves heroics and adventure, talking about heroics and adventure, and seemingly not much else. Despite this, Gallant does have a set of morals that he believes in, based upon helping others in need and other heroic, knightly conducts. Gallant seems somewhat shy when under scrutiny, avoids self-reflection, and strangely, mirrors. In truth, Gallant is simply Leon's sleepwalking body being steered around by spirits, his consciousness off in the corner of his mind, though at times it may leak through. Like Leon, Gallant suffers from mood swings, of a sort. In this case, however, it is actually his behavior shifting depending on which spirit is currently steering him. Complications Possessed Hero: Gallant is steered by three powerful spirits that possess Leon's body when he is unconscious. The spirits are in semi-flux, and who is the main driver changes occasionally. Heroic: Gallant must be heroic, no matter the cost. He must spare the villain, he must save the civilian in distress. Even if he knows it is a trap, he must make the attempt. It's in the very nature of Gallant as a unique entity, regardless of which spirit is steering him. If what is considered heroic in a situation is murky, things can get hectic in Gallant's head quickly. Secret Identity: Leon has two secrets to keep. The fact that he is (technically) Gallant, and the fact that he is host to three spirits of unknown origin who are actually Gallant. Relationship: Giselle and Guinevere (Sisters). Abilities STR: +10/0 (30/10) DEX: +1 (12) CON: +10/0 (30/10) INT: +1 (12) WIS: +2 (14) CHA: +10/0 (30/10) Saves Tough: +15 (+10 Con, +5 Protection) Fort: +10 (+10 Con) Ref: +5 (+1 Dex, +4) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Combat Initiative +5Attack +4, +8 (melee)Grapple +16/20Defense +6, +3 flat-footedKnockback -10.5 Skills Bluff 15 (+29/+19) [+4 Attractive] Diplomacy 10 (+24/+14) [+4 Attractive] Gather Information 10 (+20/+10) Knowledge (Art) 5 (+5) Language 1 (English[Native], French) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats Accurate Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 4 Attractive Beginner's Luck Distract (Bluff) Fearless Improved Critical Improved Initiative Improved Throw Improved Trip Interpose Instant Up Luck 1 Quick Draw Quick Change Stunning Attack Take-down Attack Taunt Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Powers Gallant Sword (Device 2) (Hard to lose) -Gallant Sword (Strike 4) (DC 29, Feats: Improved Critical (Gallant Sword (Strike 4)); Mighty) (Extra: Penetrating) Enhanced Constitution 20 (+20 CON) Enhanced Strength 20 (+20 STR) Enhanced Charisma 20 (+20 CHA) Protection 4 (+4 Toughness; Impervious [6 extra ranks]) Speed 3 (50 MPH) Chi [Healing] 5 (Flaws: Personal) Drawbacks Spirit Possession: [Involuntary Transformation, Normal Identity] (8PP) Leon only becomes Gallant when he falls unconscious, and likewise Gallant reverts back the same way. DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning) Gallant Blade Touch DC 29 Toughness Damage (Physical, Slashing) Totals: Abilities (8) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (14[58 ranks]) + Feats (22) + Powers (84) - Drawbacks (8) = 150/150 Power Points ----------- So, didn't know if I should put this with the complication or what. My new idea for it was that at the start of every thread I do a personal roll to determine which spirit is dominate in general. And then, like was suggested, if a GM requested me to switch I could do so.