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  1. Character Power Level: 10 (0/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 150 Trade-Offs: ±X Attack / ±X Damage, ±X Defense / ±X Toughness (or "None") In Brief: Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: Birthplace: Residence: Base of Operations: Occupation: Affiliations: Family: Description Age: ??? (DoB: Day Month, Year) Apparent Age: Gender: Ethnicity: Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: History Personality & Motivation Powers & Tactics Power Descriptions Complications Abilities 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Strength 10 (+0) Dexterity 10 (+0) Constitution 10 (+0) Intelligence 10 (+0) Wisdom 10 (+0) Charisma 10 (+0) Combat 0 + 0 = 0PP Attack +0 Defense +0 (+0 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +0 Flat-Footed Grapple +0 Initiative +0 Knockback -0 Saving Throws 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Toughness +0 (+0 Con, +0 other) Fortitude +0 (+0 Con, +0) Reflex +0 (+0 Dex, +0) Will +0 (+0 Wis, +0) Skills 0R = 0PP Feats 0PP Powers 0 + 0 = 0PP Drawbacks (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVING THROW EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities 0 + Combat 0 + Saving Throws 0 + Skills 0 + Feats 0 + Powers 0 - Drawbacks 0 = 0/150 Power Points
  2. Diplomacy the Hell Beasts: 1d20+11 19 I think that's enough for Indifferent to Friendly?
  3. As the demon dogs chomped down on the fake flesh, she called upon her scant knowledge of actual infernal language. Why didn't she do this before? You try talking to dogs while they're hungry. She cleared her throat and boldly approached the hell beasts as they ate. "Hey," she called out to them, in her pidgin Infernal language, before whistling to get their attention, "you guys. Got more where that came from. Come here. I want to give you more. If you give me something." She waved the bowl of stuff. As they got closer she even threw some their way. "What happened to you," she asked questions slowly. They were demons, but they were still of low intelligence. "Who did this to you?" She smirked, maybe some potential allies? "I can get you more of this stuff. Want to follow me?"
  4. Blowing a HP for Infernal language. Note to self. Learn Infernal.
  5. The rabbit hole went deeper. But it could lead to something. Something. Jessica grinned. Two birds, one stone. This could work in her favor after all! Reaching out her hand to Lady Tarot, Jessica took her hand and then put her other hand around it. Shaking her 'employer's' hand with both of hers. "Deal." She stood up and then looked to Jay with narrowed eyes, "any objections?" Play the bit, play the bit.
  6. Jessica Witchblood The Butcher Good Place To Start
  7. Her eyes narrowed on the hell-beast dogs. She'd thought they'd been roaming the yard. Not so much. Still they could get her, Vic, and Mack in one fell swoop. And here she was with fake human... tuna. She'd never look at it the same way. Maybe her Gluttony would. but that's a story for another time. She looked to her two stows, "whatever you see happen next, I want you to remember - I've probably been through worse." She looked to Mack, "here's hoping this plan of yours works." She looked to Vic with a smile, "believe in me." With a sprint, she launched towards the dogs, bowl of 'flesh' in hand, ready to throw and distract.
  8. You Can't Con A Conwoman!: 1d20+11 22 I guess you can.
  9. You can take 10 on knowledge checks. So 20!
  10. Jessica was not quiet during the ride. With the small talk going she questioned the two large guys on where they were from and what they did and what they wanted out of life. Jessica teased Carson some more. She was a very talkative person when she had nothing to do but wait. She did mention seeing the guy in her neighborhood before. Water under the bridge since she was seemingly joining this operation. Though she told them that she was not sure how undercover she could be, given her 'lovely predicament'. Eventually the chatter stopped when they got to the destination. She resisted a laugh when she saw Jay pulled out. Floating above the ground a bit, she held on to Carson from behind. Not trying to gold on too tight to him, but having a ride into the shop. "Thanks, Carson," she whispered in his ear, "you'll be the first to get what you deserve," playing more on her words. When they got inside the Tarot shop, she lowered herself back to the ground. Not that Jessica was short, just that Carson was huge. "Yeah," she nodded to the woman, "we heard you needed some help that we, uh, non-traditionals could remedy."
  11. The incident? Also, a minor question, how tall is everyone around here? Jessica is 5'10"/1.78m. I just want to know if she's looking up or down at some of these people
  12. This little song and dance. Jessica mentally noted the guy she remembered. "My name is Killian," she used the name when she didn't want to be known, though she was unsure if Jay had that information in her notes. Though Jay being referred to her girlfriend, she laughed a little under her breath. They didn't care if they were right. "And this is," she was cut short by Jay's impromptu greeting. She was sure the demon girl could rip Martin to shreds, but Jessica was here on her dime. Might as well keep up with her. "Carson," she said looking at the leader, "I'm sure you're a man who could show someone the way around a place," she teased him with some double entendre. "Maybe me, you, your boyfriend, and her can go meet the captain. Like one big party?"
  13. Sense Motive: 1d20+2 9 Oblivious! Bluff: 1d20+11 14 Getting the low rolls out. 22 if Attractive plays in to it.
  14. Seeing as they did break in somewhere, Jessica thought that she should have expected it. But it seemed weird. Cops, in a homeless shelter? Sure, she'd go with that. "Oh man," she giggled, "look, we're just on a spree. Doing evil things. Like letting homeless people into a homeless shelter." She stood in defiance, taking a step towards them. "So, we let these poor people continue freezing," she looked over to the group, the youngest one in particular and then back to the guardians of the shelter, "or you can stand down. I'm sure you have procedure," her voice turned from mocking to pleasing, "but maybe you could do the right thing for once?" She took two more steps, each one moving her hips, "If not for them, there could be something in it for you." She meant the publicity, but minds tended to wander around her.
  15. If you have parents, children, loved ones, whoever. Hug them, tell them you love them. Spend time with them. Love them all you can. There may be a day where you can't do that. My son was 19. He had his whole life ahead of him. I remember talking to him the day before, on my birthday. And now he's gone. None of us were prepared for this. I'm missing a piece of my heart now. I'll be here sparingly for however long it takes.