NotAHoneyBadger

Micah Terran Gather Information DC 10: Micah is a geology grad student working on a PhD at FCU. DC 15: She moved to Freedom City from Indiana for her undergraduate degree. She earned a nearly full-ride, and minored in biology and chemistry. She currently has her tuition and housing payed for by working as an assistant to Dr. Christopher Sallai. DC 20: Supposedly, during a dorm fire, Micah remained in the center of blaze for several minutes before leaping from a window 15ft above the ground, yet somehow suffered no injuries. However, whoever jumped from the window ran away before anyone could get a good look at them. In addition, Micah has claimed that she was running and errand for Dr. Sallai at the time (1:00 a.m. in the morning), not in her room, which he confirmed. Various rumors and theories have circulated as a result, but none have been proven. DC 30: Was involved in a lab accident a couple of days before the dorm fire. Dr. Sallai went to great lengths to cover up much about the accident, especially Micah's involvement. Igneous Gather Information DC 25: A strange humanoid rock creature has occasionally been sighted in Wharton State Park. It is only ever seen in areas rarely visited by the usually hikers and campers. DC 30: Two burglars who broke into a jewelry store in the North End claim they were stopped but the same rock monster. As of yet, it has not been involved in any other activity. Knowledge (Earth Sciences) DC 15: Igneous is, as his name implies, composed largely of igneous rock and magma. He is practically invulnerable to fire damage. DC 20: Igneous can be significantly weakened by rapid cooling. Knowledge (Life Sciences) DC 20: Igneous' biological make-up includes living tissue as well as rock. As such, poisons and disease, or other similar agents have the potential to harm Igneous. DC 25: Igneous is immune to burning, but not long-term exposure to high temperatures. He seems to require a low enough temperature to vent internal heat. DC 30: Igneous has almost no biological counters to freezing, and as such, is quite vulnerable to extreme cold. Knowledge (Arcane) DC 15: None of Igneous' abilities are in any way magical.

Micah put her head in her hands, frustrated. "Relax. Think one thought at a time. Formulate a hypothetical scenario, run it through your head..." Calling the cops would require her go back an reveal herself, thus it was a last resort. She could likely break into a nearby building and use the phone, but the sound of the break in would alert the thieves, and they would run off with whatever they had already gotten. She could intimidate the criminals by herself... but she risked an aggressive reaction. All options were unappealing, but... "Come on, what are they gonna do? Try and gun down the rock monster? That's even if one of them has a gun!" The thought was all well and good inside Micah's head, but that slim possibility of getting shot was, as minute as it was, still a worthy deterrent. As Micah moved her hands from her face, she looked down at the pavement, at all the damage and alteration she had caused to it, and an idea popped into her head. "What if I could knock them out without exposing myself to bullets?" She looked up at the wall in front of her. It lead into the back room of jeweler's, which meant that the alley she walked down to reach the front of the shop would lead directly into the front of the store. Perhaps... A certain combination of impishness and dogged curiosity crept into Micah, bringing with it boldness. She had to try, she simply could not resist. Micah strode forward to the side wall, and then waited, feeling the ground around her. Just as she had earlier, when she detected the two criminals by their footsteps, she could feel them again, even through the wall. Each time their feet struck the ground, a tiny tremor rippled out, and touched Micah's feet, telling her exactly where they were. She waited, tracking them, until one of them moved towards the wall she was standing on the other side of... "There!" Micah thrust her arm forward with as much force as possible, striking the wall, willing it to crumble. Her fist broke through, shattering a small hole through the thick, solid brickwork. Her hand grasped out at the burglar immediately on the other side, and gripped his shoulder. "Got him!" Micah yanked back, pulling the thief into the wall. SMACK! The thief's head struck the wall, and he went limp. Micah let go and let the unconscious body crumple into a heap. She heard a panicked scream from inside, then the tremors in the ground told her that the remaining crook was making a break with what he had already taken. Micah dashed to the end of the alley and turned the corner just in time to see him jump through the window he had entered. "Hey!" Micah yelled, her deep, masculine voice surprising herself again momentarily. "Put the bag down, now!" BANG! BANG! BANG! Micah toppled to the ground as three impacts slammed against her. "F*** F*** F***! He f***ing shot me!" Micah's hands scrambled over her abdomen, trying to find the bullet holes. She hadn't even seen him draw. She was going to die, bleeding out in the street as a rock monster, all because she wanted to play h- Micah found the wounds. To put more precisely, she found the bullets, still embedded in her rock-like skin. As her hand brushed over them, the three crumpled metal wads dislodged and clattered to the ground. They hadn't even gone more than a couple centimeters. She was not only going to live... Micah hadn't even gotten injured. The criminal shouted out swear words, then stepped closer to Micah, panicking out loud. "Oh man... did I... did I kill it?" Micah looked up at the ski-masked man and smiled, and in return she was treated with a priceless look of disbelief and awe. Before the man could fire of his pistol again, Micah slammed her elbow into the sidewalk, sending out a spider web of cracks and a shockwave. The concrete splintered and jutted out, and the gunman was knocked over from both the force of the tiny earthquake and the ground beneath him shifting. Micah stood up and placed a foot triumphantly on his hand, pinning the gun to the jagged ground. With a wink and a smile, Micah leaned in and punched the terrified man in the face. His head smacked against the pavement, but she hadn't even hit him that hard. It was just enough to knock him out. She had won. Even after getting shot. She was... "I'm freaking invincible!" Micah lost herself in the moment and bounced on her toes excitedly. She even giggled, but her changed voice made it sound like a truck on a gravel road. She didn't care. Once her celebration was over, Micah searched the unconscious crook's pockets, looking for a cell phone. She pulled it out, dialed 911, and quickly gave her address. Then she tossed the phone onto the body and ran back into the alley. The adrenaline was still kicking through her system, and so she floundered for a few minutes, unsure of what she was doing. "Right... get my stuff." There wasn't much to get except the scraps of her clothes and the broken cell phone, but she didn't want to leave any evidence of her presence. "I also can't go back to the dorms. Not like this." Micah knew where she could go. She could go to Dr. Sallai's. He knew about her, he would take her in... that was, if she could convince him that she was really Micah, looking the way she did.

After several minutes stewing in her own sorrow, Micah finally found the will to move. "I need to find Dr. Sallai... I need help... I need to turn back..." Desperation allowed Micah to experience some small nugget of hope that she even could change back. However, even some small part of her, in the back of her mind, realized that there would be no way returning to normal would be anything less than next to impossible. Regardless, doing something was better than nothing, and so Micah pushed off from the alley wall. The first few steps were tentative as she watched her own body mechanics. Micah was happy to discover that with the exception of her appearance and the feeling of her skin, little felt different. She still felt cold, like she had the past few days, and she was sore - goodness, was she sore - but otherwise she felt normal. "If anything, I feel lighter, or perhaps more energetic." Micah began walking forward boldly, comforted by the familiarity with which she moved in a new body. The the ground gave way underneath Micah, her foot sliding forward. The concrete warped and shifted like some kind of sludge, and Micah stumbled. Her futile attempts at maintaining her balance only led to more pockets of the ground to turn into mud, and Micah fell face-first. With a yelp of surprise, she threw out her hands to catch her, and the concrete cracked beneath her hands. For a few moments Micah remained utterly motionless, her breathing quickening again. She turned her head to looks around. In about four or five spots the concrete had been molded beneath her feet, creating small, curved ridges. Beneath her hands were a pair spiderweb-like cracks, one for each hand, that intersected and spread out up to five feet away. Carefully, Micah stood up. "What the hell..." She had been breaking things recently due to strange waves of strength, but this... this was different. Micah raised a foot and jabbed it at the ground to experiment. CRACK! The pavement split open. Micah knelt down and struck the ground with her hand... CRACK! Same result. Strangely, her hand didn't hurt at all. Curious, Micah continued her experiment, this time gentler, more deliberate. She thrust her palm towards the ground at a forty-five degree angle, and in response the concrete gave way, shifting into a mound next to her hand. "Is this a side-effect?" The answer was obvious. In addition, Micah knew there was more to it than raw strength. She was capable of directing the pavement, even being precise. Micah struck the ground again, this time trying to shape the earth. Another mound formed, but this one was geometric, a circular column that jutted halfway out of the ground. Micah stood up. Even as strong as she was now, there would have been no way to create such a clean shape through random force. "...Interesting..." Finished with her experiments, Micah turned to leave, but the sound of breaking glass stopped her. It had come from just around the corner. Micah turned back, walked slowly to the end of the alley and peeked out to find shards of a broken window and a discarded crowbar. Someone had smashed their way into a jeweler's store. Micah could hear him... no, them... she could only hear one talking, but she knew a second was inside. It was almost as if she could feel their feet touching the ground only a few dozen feet away. "Come on!" one of them hissed. "All the cops around here are at that fire. Hurry up!" A peek inside revealed two individuals in ski masks scooping necklaces and rings into backpacks. "What about an alarm?" Micah looked around, but couldn't find any indication that an alarm had been triggered. Micah reached for the cell phone in her pocket... "Oh, right. My clothes..." Micah resisted the urge to face-palm as she realized that her phone would be lying in the alley, having fallen out of what remained of her shredded pocket. She went back to retrieve it, searching near the shreds of soft, comfortable sweatshirt lying on the pavement where she had transformed. No cell phone was in sight. "Oh, come on! Where-" CRUNCH! Micah looked down to see a pile of broken plastic and electronics. "Oops." Now Micah couldn't call the police without running back to campus, a place she was not keen to show her current face. "Besides, I don't think they'd be particularly keen on listening to the strange rock-person they just met." A part of Micah wanted to confront the burglars herself, maybe terrify them with her strange form, but at the same time, she had no clue how the two would react. "Yeah, not interested in getting shot." "Ugh... what do I do?"

Micah North End - Near FCU Micah ran. She had woken up in the middle of an inferno, the walls, ceiling, and floor of her dorm room utterly consumed in flames, her bed a funeral pyre. Panicked, she had jumped out of bed and broken through her window, falling about 15 feet onto the pavement below. Somehow, none of if had hurt, not the fire, not the shards of glass, not even slamming into the concrete. But all of that... that had been going on for over a week now. Micah didn't feel like she used to. Nothing hurt her, except the spasms, of course. Sometimes she would be wracked with agonizing pain. The pain could appear all over her body, but it would affect one area at a time, usually lasting a few minutes then subsiding for a short while. Besides that Micah would break things, lamps, doorknobs, sometimes even doors, overcome with sudden waves of strength, and she felt cold all of the time. She even slept through that fire! "It could have easily been 300 degrees in that room... maybe more." Why hadn't she woken up? Micah also knew that she had probably started the fire. In addition to all of her other... symptoms... she could cause fires to go out of control. One time she made a candle's flame jump from the wick to a set of papers she was grading, and another time she nearly burnt down the kitchen in the commons when the stove light started spreading. Micah knew it wasn't her imagination, she knew it! "That's what happened," Micah thought. "I took my tranquilizers, and in my sleep I must have... oh my god, how many people did I hurt in that fire?!" The panicked woman continued fleeing through alleyways and backstreets. As she came to a corner she took the turn to fast and slipped, rolling and sliding into a brick wall. Micah simply sat there, her bedraggled, copper hair heaped in a tangled mess that covered her amber eyes. Her chest rose and fell in heaves as she continued hyperventilating. Micah's dizzied brain wandered back to her memories, to after she had jumped out of the window, and seen all those people staring at her. "All those people... I could have killed them..." Micah felt sick, both then and now. Faced with all those eyes, staring at her in the firelight, Micah couldn't face what she had done. She couldn't stand to let them see her, so she ran away. "I shouldn't have let Dr. Sallai talk me into keeping it secret... I should have gone to the hospital, I should have told somebody! Oh, f-" Finally, Micah's nausea caught up with her, and she vomited. Her expulsion was a glowing orange and yellow, viscous enough to remain a mound rather than a puddle, and it melted and burned the pavement a little before cooling into a dark cluster of stone, bonded to the concrete. "What the hell am I?!" Micah tried standing, rolling onto her knees and hands. Before she could get up she wretched again. "I should have told someone, I should have told..." Her voice was wrong. Her voice wasn't anything near what it normally was. This sounded deep, hoarse, gravelly, masculine. Micah grabbed at her throat, feeling around the vocal chords. To her horror her fingers felt not flesh and tissue, but solid, hard stone. Frantic, Micah grabbed for the smart phone in the pocket of her sweatshirt, hoping to use the camera to get a look at her neck. It was only now that she noticed her clothes were still smoldering. With a cry of misery and fear, Micah swatted the clothes to extinguish them. Then she saw her hands, now a dark, nearly black, earth-brown color, and seemingly covered in some kind of rock skin. It was the final straw. Micah crumpled to the ground, sobbing. It hurt. Her whole body hurt. Her tears were glowing orange, just like her vomit, and they burned into the pavement before cooling into tiny bumps of stone, too. If Micah had noticed this, it would have been another stab at her already over-taxed emotions. The pain in her body grew worse and worse until she screamed. For a terrible eternity the pain continued. And then it stopped. Steadily, but rather quickly, the throbbing, horrible pain subsided. Micah uncurled from the fetal position she had adopted. Looking at her hands, she saw they were still made of stone... but so were her arms... and her shoulders. Micah straightened out her body and looked herself all over. Her whole body was encased in rock, with nothing more than strips of fabric on top of that, the only remnants of her sweatshirt and sweatpants. What's more, she looked male, with a far more muscular frame, broad shoulders... she even grew a few inches taller, she thought. The fact that the pain had gone away, save for a manageable soreness, had allowed Micah time to calm down some small degree. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths. "Inhale... exhale... inhale..." After a few minutes of breathing regularly, no longer hyperventilating, Micah finally stood up, using the wall for support. She picked up her smart phone and switched it to the camera app, looking at her own image. Just as she thought, Micah's entire body was coated with a dark stone skin, including her face. Her features were all but erased, covered up with a smooth stone mask that featured no nose, no ears, no lips, and no eyebrows. Her mouth was a gash in the stone, which, from her breathing, she could see open and close in small increments. A quick test determined the stone "lips" to be flexible, losing little of her normal expressive capability. Her eyes were similar, able to widen and narrow similar to human eyes... but instead of eyeballs with pupils and irises, Micah's new eyes were nothing more than large sockets, filled not with eyes but an orange glow. Micah felt her face. Her skin, although stone, could feel just the same as her old skin... at least, she thought so... "What does it matter? Why does it matter if I can feel... I'm a freak." Micah slumped against the alley wall, defeated, exhausted.

As the firetrucks rolled up and began to unload firefighters, the woman ran up to one. "Someone's in the building still! You have to help!" The firefight waved over a few others who were getting ready to enter the building, then put a hand on her shoulder firmly and replied, "All right miss, calm down, where-" A window on the second floor shattered as a woman crashed through it from the inside. A gout of fire, wrapped halfway around her body, clung to the edges of the window but still stretched to follow her. As the woman plummeted to the concrete below the fire snapped off, the majority of it remaining with the building to continue its ravenous feeding, while a few tendrils clung to her clothes. The woman slammed into the concrete with a CRUNCH!... rolling a couple of feet. A collective gasp ran through the crowd, but all ready several rescue personnel as well as students were running forward to help. The woman barely seemed to notice them as she stood up clumsily, a few tongues of flame still unextinguished by her roll across the sidewalk and asphalt. With a sound somewhere between a scream and a howl she fled, stumbling and disoriented, but still faster than anyone could keep up. The woman stumbled across the street in socks and a half-burned sweatshirt and escaped into an alley.

Freedom City University - Dormitories 1:03 a.m. The fire alarms should have gone off sooner. The sprinklers should have put out the fire. The fire department, at least, was reacting precisely as they were trained to, but as the dormitories went up in flames, the fire trucks were still a ways out. Most of the students seemed to already have gotten out, quickly filing their way onto the asphalt parking lot. Campus security guards were all ready moving people away from the burning building, as well as keeping gawking pedestrians back. Onlookers watched as flames licked out of the windows of the second floor. The doors on the first floor pumped out black smoke, but was otherwise untouched, for the time being at least. Some of the students cried, but most murmured and whispered, waves of "Did everyone make it out?" and "Where's so-and-so?" and "What started this?" wafting through the air. The flow of startled and sleep-deprived students had ceased, but the flames showed no sign of stopping in kind as fire began to climb to the third floor. The orange and red glow of the burning building shone like a beacon in the night, and everyone stood and watched in rapture as they waited for the fire department, the awaited sirens not far in the distance. Then a scream rang out, a young woman calling, "Micah! MICAH!" The student shoved through the crowd, looking for the absent Micah. Frantic, the girl ran up to one of the security guards and grabbed his sleeve. "My roommate, she's still in there! She's still on the second floor!"

Igneus is brand new, haven't even made a solo thread introducing her yet. Would be down to have cases handed down to her, should you be willing.

Wanting to become a hero, but unsure of how to start, Micah enrolls in Erik's self-defense school to toughen up. Jack of all Blades realizes almost immediately that there is more to the new student, and takes it upon himself to test her, to see what she is really worth.

Notation adjusted (including the medicine modifier... ... cursed devs...) No other changes.

Thank you for freeing it... I was having trouble undoing it without ruining the format. Sorry you had to reformat it though. List of edits: Took two points from Charisma and Wisdom each. Raised Base Attack to 9 and Base Defense to 5. Let's hit some PL caps. Shaved a couple skill points. Removed a lot of feats, added new ones. Overall, feat costs went down. Increased the PP value of the earth control array. Adjusted fire control to account for dynamic effect cost. No new powers were added. Existing array powers were modified to adapt to the higher array cost. Attack/Save are now in line with the -1/+1 trade-off (with only one exception) Crunchy bits are far more in-line now. EDIT: took precisely 1pp from skills to take dodge focus and actually cap defense (because 14+5=\=20... i'm good at math.)

Igneous Power Level: 10 (150/157PP) Unspent Power Points: 7 Trade-Offs: -1 Attack / +1 Damage ; -4 Defense / +4 Toughness In Brief: College student with the power to control rock and magma. She is normally cocky and enthusiastic, but deep inside she has a burning temper. Catchphrase: None Theme: None Alternate Identity: Micah Terran (Secret) Birthplace: Celestine, Indiana Residence: North End, FCU dormitories Base of Operations: None Occupation: College Lab Assistant Affiliations: Dr. Christopher Sallai – The experiment Micah was running when she gained her powers was for Dr. Sallai’s research. He is the only person aware of her condition. Family: Loraine and Cliff, Mother and Father. Both are back home in Indiana. Description: Age: 25 (DoB: 22 April, 1993) Apparent Age: 22 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5’ 4” Weight: 431 lbs Eyes: Amber Hair: Copper With fiery copper hair and bright amber eyes, Micah has a striking appearance. She is slightly on the short side, and very athletic. Ever since she acquired her powers her skin has been blotched and speckled. She claims it is a rare skin condition, but it is really rock and mineral embedded in her skin and muscle. As a typical college student, Micah often wears whatever is the most comfortable, particularly sweat pants and sweatshirts. As of late, she has been buying and wearing the cheapest clothes she can find. Micah has no costume. Instead, she grows the rock embedded in her body, covering herself from head to toe in dark igneous stone. When she does, her hair turns pale and translucent, and floats seemingly of its own accord. Her eyes turn into glowing orange embers, and tongues of flame trickle out of the cracks in her skin. During this change her feminine figure is obscured by the rock coating and replaced with a masculine appearance. This, in addition to her voice becoming much deeper, has no doubt helped Micah immensely in hiding her identity. During this transformation, Micah’s clothes are invariably destroyed in this process, which is why she now typically wears the cheapest things she can find. History: Micah’s transformation from a hardworking, studious geology student to a superpower was nearly instant. An experiment testing the melting points of rocks based on various factors resulted in what should have been a horrible accident. A malfunction in the equipment sent molten magma into Micah’s heart. Instead of dying, her physiology changed. Now the magma is her molten core. Magma feeds her veins, her bones have been replaced with stone, and rock is embedded in her flesh. With this change Micah also gained an innate attunement to the earth around her, including limited telekinesis. Although shocked and frightened for days after, Micah eventually became enticed by the idea of becoming a hero. The idea of adventure and excitement unlike anything she had ever experienced was too good to pass up… and if she could do some real good along the way, why not? Personality & Motivation: Motivation: Thrills; to a lesser extent, goodness. Micah is bold and extroverted, and almost always carries a smile on her face. In her mind she is friendly, but to strangers she often comes off as pushy. Micah is intelligent, and combined with her academic fervor she has amassed a significant reservoir of knowledge pertaining to the sciences. Both athletic and a thrill seeker, Micah quickly acclimated to the idea of being a costumed hero after her powers manifested. Powers & Tactics: Micah possesses enhanced strength, stamina, and durability, as well as the ability to manipulate earth. In a fight, she prefers to rush into unarmed combat and rely on her strength and armor. She is just as capable at grappling and throwing opponents as throwing punches and kicks. If necessary, Micah uses the environment to her advantage, cracking the ground to send out shockwaves and wreck the terrain, or backing opponents near walls where she can entrap them. By striking rock surfaces with her fists or legs, she can send shrapnel at her opponents. To protect civilians or teammates, she will interpose herself between them and the attack. When that isn’t enough, Micah can create walls of rock to act as cover, as well as feed her shrapnel ability for return fire. When she loses her temper, Micah ignites her body. She can melt stone or cause it to burn. Her shrapnel ability sends forth burning rocks or magma, and her shockwave ability can cause flames to spew from the earth in a wide area. Micah’s attunement to rock lets her sense vibrations around her. The molten core that acts as her heart make her immune to heat and fire. However, magma can always be cooled back into stone… Power Descriptions: Granite Gauntlet – Micah hardens her fist and aims for a knockout blow. Shrapnel – Micah strikes the ground or a wall, sending a spray of broken shards at opponents with uncanny accuracy. Burning Shrapnel – The same as her Shrapnel ability, but Micah ignites the rock as she strikes. The resulting projectiles are more dangerous, but also harder to control. Crack Earth – Micah strikes the ground, sending out a shockwave as the ground quakes and splits. The aftermath leaves an area of jagged protrusions and wide crevices. Erupt Earth - The same as her Crack Earth ability, but instead of raising protrusions to impede movement, Micah summons fire from the earth to erupt from the crevices. This leaves a cloud of lingering flame and ash. Rock Wall – Micah stamps the ground, causing a large wall of rock to shift upright and provide cover. Complications: Temper – Certain things just set you of. When you lose your temper, you lash out at whatever provoked you. Power Loss – All of Micah’s earth control abilities require her to physically and forcibly touch rock. If she is immobilized or restrained from moving her legs and arms, or has no rock around, she cannot use those powers. Destructive – The majority of Micah’s abilities are highly destructive, resulting in rubble, shattered walls, and fissured streets. Micah may not be able to use Earth Control abilities in certain circumstances, for fear of risking injury or death to civilians. Abilities: 22 + 2 + 28 + 4 - 2 - 2 = 52PP Strength: 32 (+11) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 38 (+14) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 8 (-1) Charisma: 8 (-1) Combat: 9 (2PP / Base Attack) + 5 (2PP / Base Defense) = 28PP Initiative: +1 Attack: +9 Melee, +9 Ranged, +9 Base Defense: +6 (+5 Base, +1 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +20 Knockback: -8 Saving Throws: 0 (1PP / Fortitude) + 5 (1PP / Reflex) + 5 (1PP / Will) = 10PP Toughness: +14 (+14 Con, +0) Fortitude: +14 (+14 Con, +0) Reflex: +6 (+1 Dex, +5) Will: +4 (-1 Wis, +5) Skills: 48R = 12PP (1PP = 4 Skill ranks) Acrobatics 3 (+4) Climb 1 (+12) Computers 3 (+5) Craft (Chemical) 6 (+8) Investigate 4 (+6) Knowledge: Earth Sciences 11 (+13) Knowledge: Life Sciences 6 (+8) Knowledge: Physical Sciences 6 (+8) Medicine 4 (+3) Search 3 (+5) Swim 1 (+12) Feats: 8PP Dodge Focus 1 Elusive Target Evasion 2 Improved Grab Interpose Takedown Attack 2 Powers: 32 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 5 = 44PP All: (Mutant) Earth Control 12 (Magma Control; 24PP Array; Feats: Dynamic Alternate Power 1; Alternate Power 6) [32PP] (earth) Fire Control 11 (Magma Control; Feats: Dynamic Alternate Power) {24/24} (fire) Blast 11 (Shrapnel; Feats: Indirect; Ricochet) {24/24} (earth) Blast 9 (Burning Shrapnel; Extras: Area (Cone); Drawbacks: Full Power) {24/24} (earth, fire) Super-Strength 5 (Crack Earth; Feats: Groundstrike, Linked) [11PP] (earth) + Environmental Control 4 (Hamper Movement 2/rank, reduce speed to 1/4; Extras: Continuous; Feats: Linked) [8PP] {Total: 23/24} (earth) Super-Strength 2 (Erupt Earth; Feats: Groundstrike, Linked; Drawbacks: Full Power) [2PP] (earth) + Strike 10 (Extras: Area (Cloud); Feats: Progression (Area) 5; Drawbacks: Full Power) [10PP] {Total: 24/24} (fire) Stun 11 (Granite Gauntlet) {22/24} (earth) Create Object 8 (Rock Wall; Extras: Continuous) {24/24} (earth) Speed 1 [1PP] Super Movement 1 (Sure-Footed) [2PP] Immovable 1 (Extras: Unstoppable) [2PP] Super-Senses 2 (Tremor-Sense) [2PP] Immunity 5 (all Fire Damage) [5PP] Drawbacks: (-4) = -4PP Weakness (Cold) – Common; Major (Cumulative -1 on all ability scores) DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 21 Toughness Damage Granite Gauntlet Touch DC 21 Fortitude Stun Shrapnel Ranged DC 21 Toughness Damage Burning Shrapnel Cone DC 19 Toughness Damage Crack Earth Burst Strength Check (-1/10ft) Trip Erupt Earth Burst Strength Check (-1/10ft) Trip + Cloud + DC 20 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (52) + Combat (28) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (12) + Feats (8) + Powers (44) - Drawbacks (-4) = 150/157 Power Points

No worries! I ended up waiting to join the game until I finished my final college semester (hence my appearance 2 weeks after yours). I think with your answers, I have everything I need. Thank you for the help!

Hi! New to FC and 2nd edition, hoping to jump in. I've played 3rd edition before, so I'm not totally lost but I had some questions to ask while I finish my sheet. If attack/damage trade-offs are not blanket, but applied only to individual powers, should we leave it unmarked at the top of the sheet? Are damage/saves calculated cumulatively for linked powers? For example, does a power that makes the target perform a DC 15 Fortitude save and a DC 15 Toughness save count as a +10 save ability? What would the save for groundstrike (super-strength) be calculated as, seeing as the trip DC is set by my own strength check (rather than just my strength mod) Any suggestions / comments / critiques on what I have so far? (I think I'm only missing a couple of fluff points and 4PP... provided I calculated powers properly)