Zeitgeist Blue

 

Salvo

 

Player Name: Zeitgeist Blue

Character Name: Salvo
Power Level: 10 (157/157PP)
Trade-Offs: -5 Attack / +5 Damage, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness
Unspent Power Points: 0

In Brief: Last member of a fallen house who refuses her family's legacy and seeks to make amends. 

 

Residence: Apartment at Riverside, Downtown Freedom City/Dorm at Claremont Academy
Base of Operations: Claremont Academy
Catchphrase: "Locked on... And firing."

 

Alternate Identity: Nicole Whitfield-Hall
Identity: Secret
Birthplace: CA, USA
Occupation: Student
Affiliations: Claremont Academy, Whitfields, Halls
Family: Arthur Whitfield (Father), Amelie Hall (Mother), James Whitfield-Hall (Brother), Lauren Whitfield-Hall (Sister), Gregory Whitfield-Hall (Brother), Belle Whitfield-Hall (Sister)

 

Description:
Age: 17 (August 13, 2000)
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Mixed (African-Canadian, Caucasian) 
Height: 5'8" (without armor); 6'1" (with armor)
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black

 

Power Descriptions:

While Nicole is innately attuned to magical energies, it is her battle armor, Bellios, which allows her to focus those energies into the powers she uses as a superhero. Once an old and storied magical heirloom, her work on the armor has made it something more, creating within its essence a platform that applies both centuries of tradition and cutting-edge methodologies integrated in a dialectic unity. Bellios usually manifests her powers in set systems with a technological bent, as befitting her leanings.

 

Yet it is a thing as much of magic as the material world. Intersecting rune arrays tun electrical currents through chiseled patterns in the armor plates. Targeting spirits line up her Gatling guns and missile batteries as a handcrafted dimension, metaphysically tuned and coupled to Bellios, feeds alchemically-imbued ammunition to sate its voracious appetite for firepower.

 

History:

Seek Knowledge. Wield Power.

 

Those were the words Nicole lived by most of her life. It was the words the Whitfield family has lived by and died for for hundreds of years, since the first Whitfields arrived in the Americas to gamble their fortune as plantation owners, since even before then as they lived like nobles in the Old World. These words were writ in gold-plated letters above every door and fireplace in the Whitfield grounds, so that each member of the family may remember the reason for their existence. The Whitfields were many and spread across the world, as befitting a venerable and wealthy family, but those Whitfields who called California their home were those who could trace their ancestry straight and true. The purest and oldest. The heirs of a legacy that was yet to come.

 

It was this life and lineage, which Nicole was birthed to, third eldest among five siblings. As a younger sibling, she was not expected to inherit much and neither was much expected from her. She was left to her own devices, made busy with everything old money could buy. Servants in livery, the most expensive toys and gadgets, the richest food served in multiple course meals, yet she felt little, if any, parental love as a young child. She wandered the halls of the mansion alone, a small child who barely reached the waist of any adult, under the paintings of her ancestors, their eyes watchful and austere in the low light. Her parents were much too busy to take time off for her, always managing their holdings and grooming James, her eldest sibling when they were not travelling or locked inside their individual studies.

 

Lauren, her older sister was sent to study in boarding school before Nicole could remember, and at the times the two met, they were even more distant to each other than she and James.  Perhaps then, this would have been a sad life, a childhood with little friends and love, but her personal caretaker took a liking for the young Whitfield, and it was from there that Nicole had experienced a semblance of warmth from another. Elizabeth Leon, her caretaker, took her under her wing, and began to go above and beyond the duties of a servant of Whitfield in attending to her charge’s needs. She was there whenever Nicole needed her - as her only playmate in games of tea or house, or as a shoulder to cry on when either Father or Mother scolded her childish antics.

 

It was the first time someone truly saw Nicole as more than just a valuable asset to the family. Elizabeth listened to her, and she in turn listened. She learned of her caretaker's family, of Elizabeth's three daughters, the youngest who was her age, and of her husband who was struggling with depression. Elizabeth's bedtime stories were not fairy tales, or fanciful adventure stories. They were of the ordinary, the mundane somehow made wonderful, for it was another world for Nicole.

 

Years passed and Nicole would grow to adolescence, soon sharing the mansion with two younger siblings, Gregory and Belle, yet like her older siblings spent less and less time with them as she grew older and was sent to an English boarding school. It was also during this time that she drew her parents’ interest. She was a genius among a family which prided itself on producing geniuses, and her intelligence was obvious for anyone with eyes to see. She soaked up information like a sponge and understood lectures meant for students a decade her senior, the many lonely hours she spent pouring over her family library now had paid off, and she had not stopped. Time and time again a servant or janitor would spy the library doors ajar, faint lights open in hours that ghosts roamed awake. They were how she spent her idle time when not with Elizabeth or playing with Gregory and Belle, and neither did she feel a recluse in boarding school, not as much as she did within the Whitfield grounds.

 

There she had other girls to gossip with, cute boys to sneak glances to, teachers to mock behind their backs. She just tended to develop a fixation for a problem she couldn't solve, or a theory that had caught her interest, and either would occupy the back of her mind, maddening and lingering, until she'd spend hours or days searching and solving, and trying and asking, until she could confidently say she knew all there was worth knowing about that topic. Only then could she dismiss those thoughts that gripped her. It was there that she came to love the wonders of the modern world, how intricate and detailed and interconnected everything was, if only people could see it. Physics led to engineering led to technology led to mathematics led to-- ad infinitum.

 

She was fifteen when she was summoned to the Whitfield mansion. She remembers, like all things, it was the middle of autumn and school was in full swing, yet she received a phone call. She was to drop all that she was doing and arrive at a earliest date, and she acqueised. A private jet was already waiting for her the same day she had received the call and she flew half the world to California. She was not the only one to be called. Her older brother and sister had already arrived, as had a dozen of her blood relations. The next few days saw a few dozen more arrive - cousins, and Aunts and Uncles - if she was to be technical. Almost every Whitfield of any worth gathered for the first time within a 20-acre estate.

 

It was unprecedented, and a little daunting for Nicole, even as Elizabeth and Belle greeted her home. Gregory had stayed in his boarding school in France. 

 

All of the Whitfields gathered within a vast chamber buried in the underground vaults of the mansion, and all the servants and retinues barred from entry. They were in the center of the estate, ley lines tracing energies where beats its magical heart, and patterns upon patterns of arcane sigils and stones dotted the walls, lights tracing paths safe to tread, the family's scrolls and tomes arranged orderly rows. Clearly, this ritual had anticipated for some time, and prepared for with a meticulous patience Nicole knew her parents possessed in abundance.

 

She read what she knew, for she was not yet a full-blooded mage, could make only guesswork as to the reasons for trappings older than her grandparents, but what she saw indicated a technique that would converge every type of magic and energy present into the one point of chamber. A melding of sorts made larger than life for all those attending now as while they were all of the name Whitfield, and all knew the alchemical arts that so defined the family, decades and centuries had diversified their skills to the point of a sensory jumble. Like crossing a street in Los Angeles and picking out people of different ethnicities. Too many that it gets confusing, yet still holding many underlying characteristics in common.

 

They began. The lights were shut off, a candle in the center of the congregation. Nicole could just make out her father, mother, then James and Lauren standing at intervals apart. Young Belle then, was not to be a part of their destiny. First, there was chanting, occult languages in different tongues reverberating through the walls and melding into one sonorous note. She does not know how long they had stayed there. She does not remember, she would admit uneasily, what had transpired in the darkness, amid hooded figures, and whispering fell things. The candle had guttered into a cold flicker, and a cackling, wet and heavy and inside.

 

Her arms burned, and her throat cracked with smoke. She hurt all over but her legs, and when she awoke, barely aware, the chamber was on fire and Elizabeth was carrying Nicole in her arms, a bag stuffed with scrolls strapped on her shoulders. They ran from the chamber, out the basement and the mansion as everything burned. Nicole watched the mansion crumble in flames. Her legs refuse and Elizabeth carried her to the waiting paramedics, and she decided she was dreaming.

 

The authorities would say it was a stray spark that started the fire. An unfortunate series of events led to this tragedy, the official statement would read, leading to 43 deaths, mostly from suffocation and localized within the chamber, except for one teenager that was rescued by a heroic maid. They applauded Elizabeth and shifted through the rubble, looking for survivors. They did not find Belle.

 

Gregory would go missing shortly thereafter.

 

She worried about Gregory and went into mourning, for Belle most of all. She was released from the hospital, a certified paraplegic, to Elizabeth and her family in the meantime, who were her legal guardians now. She saved what she could from the remains of her family's capital. The vultures had picked at everything long before she left the hospital. Through means legal and not so legal,  her family's once vast fortune had dwindled, taken by rivals, and those seeking revenge or restitution. And perhaps it was for the best.

 

She had canceled her boarding school. There was an itch her brain could not scratch, and a hunch told her she would find her answers by staying. She soon discovered a side of her family that sickened her. They were corrupt, and perhaps that was not a revelation with how rich they were, but in their dealings lives were lost and ruined with the act of a single handshake, and people killed from one spoken word of her parents. She dug into the books, into the diaries and records saved from the fire. She talked to the lawyers and phoned business partners overseas. The Californian Whitfields had its hand in every pie in the city, state, and a significant number in the country and beyond.

 

Oil spill cover ups, land siezures from the poor, money laundering, arms trafficking, financing the local Mafia, and shaking hands with Mexican cartels. The Whitfields were far worse among the magical community, yet just as insidious, where an overarching authority non-existent. It was a headache to have it all revealed and heaped upon her in a short time, and she cut every connection she could and gave all she could to the authorities. As the only Whitfield left, she had that right, even if many of her family's erstwhile partners did not see it her way. She walked -- rolled rather -- the streets now, instead of the halls of a mansion or an elite boarding school in a far-off country. They were concrete and now, and she couldn't ignore what was in front of her, even as her magic began to die a slow death for no discernible reason.

 

Seek Knowledge. Wield Power.

 

Her family had its reasons for everything they've done, excuses more like. But it was something to say to let them sleep at night, and she couldn't say they were deluded. Not when those reasons almost felt right, like this was just the natural state of the world. The strong prey on the weak. Predators eat. Prey flee. Humans fought wars and died and gave birth. And Whitfields learned and gathered.

 

She woke up one night as she felt eyes watching her. Bellios stood at the foot of her bed, unscathed. Her powers were all but dead by then, and when she had attempted to wear the armor, the recurring psychic backlash left her sick and vomiting food for a week.

 

By the coaxing of Elizabeth, she decided to fly to Freedom City and resume her schooling. She was frustrated and without hope, disgusted by her family's activities - a useless feeling, lugging an armor that did nothing but make her ill. Still, perhaps she could find a solution in the city of heroes and start anew, far away from the death of her family and the toxic they left. So she transferred half the money she had inherited with Elizabeth and her family, as much as it was a pittance compared to what her family once held, it was a large sum for them and it felt like the right thing to do to thank them for everything.

 

She flew out the next day.

 

She was eligible for Claremont, if just barely, and wasn't that cute.

 

For two years she was the most useless student to grace its halls. Stuck in a wheelchair and magic that fizzled pathetically, if she could even get it to work, she would have been kicked out if it weren't for her intelligence and ability to create tech and mystical devices. She brought with her the family scrolls, even if she could recall their contents easily enough, and could call on mystical energies that did not originate from within. Magic rituals and petty concoctions, she knew how to make them. Electronic riff-raff that would not have been out of place in a gadgeteer's arsenal.

 

All the while the familiar presence lay heavy upon her mind. It was the strongest pull she had ever, and it was directed in its entriety to Bellios. She let herself fall into that obsession, working for a year upon that construct of ancient arcana. She learned so much more than she would within the confines of a classroom, or the laughable practicums the teachers would give to her. She dreamed of bolts and runes, and incantations and coding. And when she was not buried within Bellios, within the confines of her work, she was formulating ways to improve it, to create more energy, more power, because it hungered.

 

For two years, barely anyone outside her scheduled classes saw her. During class, her presence was almost non-existent, her output just enough to pass.

 

But just before the end of the school year she rose from her fugue, as if she had fallen asleep or into a coma and had only woke up, though she remembered everything as clear as day. Groggy, head aching, her insides feeling like jelly, she looked up to take in her work.

 

And it was beautiful.

 

Personality & Motivations

Nicole is, if anything, inclined to extremes. When something deemed important should done, then it should be done to the fullest of one's abilities or not at all. She is analytical, perhaps a bit too cerebral at times, but mostly means well, especially regarding the well-being of those she meets. She tries to be friendly, taking the time to engage in small talk and get to know people before making judgments about them. In a similar manner, she prefers to have all the facts before committing on a plan of action. This does mean she is prone to taking too much time when presented with an abundance of information, perhaps even contradictory reports, until someone pushes her to act.

 

Perhaps as a way to atone for her family's wrongdoing, she has chosen to bear the mantle of a superhero, opposing those her parents would have gladly drink wine with. They were failures, she'd be quick to admit, but she won't be like them. And like everything worth doing, she has taken no half-measures.

 

Powers & Tactics:

Though not trained or experienced in fighting, Nicole's common sense lets her understand to fight where she is strong and her foes are not. She prefers to keep her distance, flying and invisible as she overwhelms her opponents through judicious use of firepower. When hemmed in or grounded, she will attempt to cut her way free from the fighting, blasting her way out.  Her arsenal also heightens her senses, encompassing machines and magic, which she can use to observe her opponents and perform reconnaissance undetected until she wishes to reveal her presence, usually through an opening salvo.

 

Complications:
A Parallel Path: Aside from her studies in Claremont Academy, the looming graduation and all that entails, and her nighttime superheroing as Salvo, Nicole still needs to find time as an intern in Archetech, providing quality yet affordable technology and energy to the less affluent locals of Freedom City. It's given her another purpose to work towards, and she takes this as a personal task, small a help as it is. She's met several people because of this, both from Archetech and Freedom City, but it does mean she's starting to see that part of the city as her turf, in addition to the magical hotspots. Sense of responsibility included. She will go out of her way for these people and places, more so than usual, even if she will not admit so. (Responsibility)

 

Collateral Damage: Like it says on the tin: collateral damage. Turns out, holding the trigger of two fusion autocannons spinning at 3,000 rounds per minute each and firing super-heated metals in the city, or anywhere with infrastructure, isn't the smartest idea. Who knew? Nicole does, intellectually, but in the heat of battle there isn't time to think; only the surge of adrenaline and energy blasts flying. It's unfortunate, but damage does happen, especially when she pushes the suit to its full potential. Needless to say, there are consequences when this happens, even if she wins the fight. (Accident).

 

Drives Like a Rock: Nicole's modifications on Salvo's lateral movements and fine handling have not panned out as well as she had first envisioned. Her armor's joints act up, it steps like something twice its weight, and her grip could crush bones if she weren't careful. Some more fine-tuning is required, field tests must be conducted for her to fully utilize the link between her and Bellios. Not to mention the physical deficiencies which have cropped up in transition.

 

Father Dearest: Her father isn't the nicest of people and just when Nicole had thought she had gotten rid of him, his ghost, or at least a very convincing simulacrum of it, has inhabited Bellios as its machine spirit. She has tried to get rid of it, but he unfortunately seems to be staying as an unwanted but essential component. Thankfully, he does seem more agreeable, seeing as she is his only heir. And while he wishes to see her alive and well, he cares not one whit for anyone not a Whitfield. This has sometimes resulted in a struggle between parent and child when their objectives conflict with each other, usually pitting risk anfthe acquisition of artifacts against her responsibility as a superhero (one other thing he cares little about). But his long term goals, if he even has one, are still a mystery.

 

Of course, in a contest between man and spirit, more often than not, it is not often clear who will win.

 

It Hungers for War: Bellios is first and foremost a machine of war. Its pistons hum in anticipation of battle, and the monistic links blur the line between wearer and suit. When Nicole rages, it responds with greater power. When Bellios rages, she responds by pushing it to its limits. Additionally, it is very susceptible to the appearance of the Fae. A whiff of emission from those foul beings causes in it a single-minded bloodlust. Luckily, these episodes have been rare, but less extreme emotions do sometimes bleed off, turning the well-thought out into just plain compulsive.

 

Man and Machine: When Nicole enters Bellios she becomes more than human, and more than just an amalgam of steel and flesh. They become one, in all definitions of the word. The world outside sees one being and acts accordingly; any power that would have effected either her, as a mere human sorcerer, or the techno-magics enmeshed into Bellios would affect the whole that Salvo has become. To be able to process this, Nicole's mind translates the changes into a reality she could comprehend, creating a HUD and "eyes" to see from her helmet. Anything that would blind her, or interfer with the magic and electronics in the armor, would scramble that visual interface and all essential information arrayed within it .

 

Something in the Dark: Many small things go Nicole's way at just the right time, and just the right way, to make her life easier. In much the same way, she finds herself in situations that would seem contrived in any book or movie, yet leading to additional difficulties she must overcome. While these minor coincidences are merely irritating or helpful during her everyday, they are more disastrous during a serious superhero mission. There is a crawling, nagging feeling of being watched whenever they happen, though even her armor's sensors can find no trace, magical or otherwise, to confirm her suspicions.

 

The Gift of Blood: Family legend traces their line stretches back to the age of Christian Rome, during the first centuries of the first millennium. During that time, the pope decreed the library destroyed. Unable to bear such wanton waste of knowledge, her ancestor had made a pact with an agent of a powerful being from another world. He would be given the ability to save the contents of the library, but he and his offspring must bear a price (or a blessing as the official version states), and a destiny to be fulfilled long after his death. Whatever the truth is, Nicole and those of her blood possess, without fail, a compulsion.

 

Knowledge, especially forbidden knowledge, is the sweetest water, and she occasionally finds herself using her powers to fulfill her family's quest. While non of her episodes have reached the two years working on Bellios, many smaller episodes are still smaller occurences, particularly during her heightened magical state while using her armor. Nicole's obsession has her pursue information above all else, usually by absent-mindedly hacking into databases when she is in the suit, though there are many other ways she may go about this. These seem like good ideas at the time, but done at the wrong time, and with the wrong systems, and a slip-up may land her in serious trouble. (Obsession)

 

The Sins of Family: Ever since finding out about her family's unsavory secrets, Nicole has endeavored to do good where they would do wrong. Still, there are those who see her as nothing more than the last Whitfield or a foolish girl. Most see her as no better than those bearing the same name. Yet some would go out of their way to rid her for revenge or opportunity. While there are enough in the mundane world, it is the magical community who has suffered the most from her family's excesses. As few and isolated as they are, they have long memories. And many ways to trace magic signatures.

 

Whitfields and Halls, they say, are particularly distinct. (Enemy and Reputation)

 

This Magic of Mine: Her magic isn't so hot when outside Bellios, understatement of the year, but her armor does act as a focus for her magic, heightening it into a weapon of mass destruction. While most of her inner energy transfers seamlessly into its various systems, a leak is unavoidable sometimes, and a once controllable yet feeble magic turns uncontrollable and potent; a combination that's often bad news. Though she may choose to hold it inside for a time, risking her magic's side-effects, she must eventually discharge the surge of power. A badly-timed spike, or an unwanted manifestation of that magic, could turn the tables very quickly. Not always for the better.

 

Abilities: 0 - 2 + 0 + 14 + 0 + 0 = 12PP

Strength: 18/10 (+4/0)
Dexterity: 8 (-1)
Constitution: 20/10 (+5/0)
Intelligence: 24 (+7)
Wisdom: 10 (+0)
Charisma: 10 (+0)

Combat: 6 + 5 = 11PP
Initiative: -1
Attack: +3 Base, +3 Melee, +3 Ranged, +5 Weapons Suite Array [+9 Containment Foam, +10 Missile Batteries]
Grapple: +18/4/0
Defense: +5/3 (+3/2 Base, +2/1 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed
Knockback: -7/2

Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP
Toughness: +15/5 (+5/0 Con, +10/5 Protection)
Fortitude: +10/0 (+5/0 Con, +5)
Reflex: +6/-1 (-1 Dex, +7)
Will: +8/0 (+0 Wis, +8)
 

Skills: 68R = 17PP
Computers 10 (+17)

Craft (Chemical) 5 (+12)
Craft (Electronic) 8 (+15)
Craft (Mechanical) 5 (+12)
Disable Device 6 (+13)
Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 8 (+15)

Knowledge (History) 3 (+10)
Knowledge (Physical Science) 5 (+12)
Knowledge (Technology) 8 (+15)

Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 3 (+10)

Language 2 (English, French, Spanish)

Notice 3 (+3)

Search 2 (+9)

Feats: 5PP
Artificer

Benefit (Wealth)
Eidetic Memory
Inventor
Ritualist

 

Powers: 3 + 2 + 113 + 1 = 119PP

 

Device 1 (Wheelchair, Tech; 5DP; Extra Effort [Device]; Drawbacks: Power Loss

[Cannot use in Bellios armor]) [3PP]

Descriptors: All (Hermetic) Magic and Technology combined. Magitech.

       Protection 5 (Extras: Force Field [+0]) [5DP]

 

Device 1 (Eyeglasses, Magical, Tech; 5DP; Extra Effort [Device]; Drawbacks: Power Loss

[Cannot use in Bellios armor]) [2PP]

Descriptors: All (Hermetic) Magic and Technology combined. Magitech.

       Sensory Suite Array 2 (4PP Array; Feats: Alternate Powers 1) [5DP]  

              BE: Super-Senses 4 (Radar [+3]; Radar [Enhancements: Accurate (+0), Acute (+0), Ranged (+1)]) {4/4}

              AP: Super-Senses 4 (Mental [Magic] Awareness [+3]; Awareness [Enhancement: Ranged (+1)]) {4/4}

 

Bellios 28 (Battlesuit, Magical, Tech; 140DP Alternate Form/Device; Extra Effort [Device];

Feats: Restricted [Beings with Magic]) [113PP]

       Descriptors: All (Hermetic) Magic and Technology combined. Magitech.

 

           Protocol Sy 8.4 (42PP Container) [42DP]

                       Enhanced Strength 8 [8DP]

                       Enhanced Constitution 10 [10DP]

                       Enhanced Combat 1 (Defence 1) [2DP]

                       Enhanced Saves 20 (Fortitude 5, Reflex 7, Will 8) [20DP]

                       Enhanced Feats 2 (Attack Specialization (Weapons Suite), Dodge Focus) [2DP]

 

           Communications 4 (Radio, 1 mile; Extras: Area; Flaws: Action [Move]; Feats: Selective, Subtle) [6DP]

 

           Hexagrammic Paneling 3.8 (19PP Container) [19DP]

                       Immunity 9 (Life Support) [9DP]

                       Protection 10 [10DP]

 

           Sensory Suite Array 5.5 (11PP Array; Feats: Alternate Powers 2) [13DP]

                      BE: Super-Senses 9 (Direction Sense [+1], Distance Sense [+1], Radio [+1], Radar [+3]; Radar [Enhancements:

                      Accurate (+0), Acute (+0), Analytical (+1), Extended 2 [1,000 ft] (+2),

                      Radius (+1), Ranged (+1)]) {11/11}

                      AP: Super-Senses 9 (Mental [Magic] Awareness [+3]; Awareness [Enhancement: Accurate (+2), Acute (+1), Analytical (+1),

                      Extended [1,000 ft] (+2), Radius (+1), Ranged (+1)]) {11/11}

                      AP: Data Link 4 (Radio, 1 mile; Extras: Area, Linked [Enhanced Feats]; Flaws: Check Required [Computers]; Feats: Machine Control,

                      Online Research, Selective, Subtle, Well-Informed) {9/11}

 

           Servo-Dynamos 6.5 (13DP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 2, Dynamic 2) [17DP]

                      DBE: Flight 0-6 (500 mph / 5,000 per Move Action; Feats: Subtle) {0-13}

                      DAP: Super-Strength 0-6 (Effective Strength 16-46, Heavy Load ~200 lbs-~6 tons) {0-12}

                      AP: Invisibility Matrix 0-4 (Invisibility; All Visual Senses; Feats: Close Range) {8/8}

 

           Weapons Suite Array 19.5 (39PP Array; Feats: Alternate Powers 4) [43DP]

                      BE: Kinetic Beam 10 (Blast; Extras: Linked [Dazzle], Range [Perception]; Flaws: Action [Full]; Feats: Knockback 3 [13 Total],

                      Variable [Energy/Tungsten]) {25} + Dazzle 7 (Visual; Extras: Linked [Blast], Range [Perception]; Flaws: Action [Full]) {14}

                      = {39/39}

                     AP: Containment Foam 11 (Snare; Extras: Regenerating; Feats: Accurate 2, Affects Insubstantial 2,

                     Improved Critical 2 [18-20]) {39/39}

                     AP: Flamethrowers 10 (Hellfire; Extras: Area [General, Cone], Vampiric; Flaws: Range [Touch]; Feats:

                     Affects Insubstantial 2, Dimensional 2 [Magical], Incurable, Split Attack 2, Variable Descriptor 2 [Electricity/Fire/Water]) {39/39}

                     AP: Fusion Autocannons 15 (Blast; Extras: Autofire; Flaws: Distracting; Feats: All-out Attack, Improved Critical 2 [18-20],

                     Precise Shot 2, Power Attack, Split Attack, Variable Descriptor 2 [Any Metal]) {39/39}

                     AP: Missile Batteries 10 (Blast; Extras: Area [Targeted, Burst]; Feats: Accurate 2, All-out Attack,

                     Attack Focus [Ranged], Homing, Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Indirect, Power Attack) {39/39}                    

            

Magic 1 (2PP Array; Flaws: Unreliable) [1PP]

           Dazzle 1 (Visual + Auditory) [2PP]

 

Drawbacks: -2 + -1 + -4  = -7PP

Disability (Paraplegic) -2PP (Frequency: Uncommon; Intensity: Moderate)

Nearsighted -1PP (Frequency: Uncommon; Intensity: Minor)

Normal Identity -4PP (Frequency: Very Common; Intensity: Moderate)

 

DC Block

ATTACK                         RANGE         SAVE                                                 EFFECT
Unarmed                       Touch            DC 19/15 Toughness                     Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning)
Kinetic Beam                Perception   DC 25 Toughness (Penetrating)   Damage (Energy/Bludgeoning)

Dazzle                            Perception   DC 20 Reflex/Fortitude                  Dazzle (Staged)

Containment Foam      Ranged        DC 21 Reflex                                    Snare (Staged)

Flamethrowers             Ranged         DC 25 Toughness                           Damage (Electricity/Fire/Water)

Fusion Autocannons   Ranged         DC 30 Toughness (Autofire)         Damage (Physical)

Matter Manipulation   Touch            DC 23 Fortitude                              Transmutation

Missile Batteries          Ranged         DC 25 Toughness                           Damage (Missiles)

Dazzle                            Perception   DC 11 Reflex/Fortitude                  Dazzle (Staged)

 

Totals: Abilities (12) + Combat (11) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (17) + Feats (5) + Powers (119) - Drawbacks (7) = 157/157 Power Points

Totals: Device 1 (5) + Device 1 (5) + Device 28 (140) = 148/148 Device Points