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  1. Chromium flexed his silver arms, smirking as the car slid to a halt, walking casually up to the car he watched the masked person working although his eyes narrowed when the Uzi fell to the floor. Having watched enough movies to know how this worked he moved a little quicker grabbing up the gun and taking a bite out of the front of it, chewing on it as he ripped open the back door with the other hand hauling out occupants and taking their weapons from them as he did so, gathering up a pile of things he planned on disposing of but he didn't expect a question from the masked person. Frowning he chewed on the barrel a little longer and then swallowed, his eyebrow raising slowly,"Sorry, buddy, I have no idea what you are saying...I'm afraid I don't speak Spanish."
  2. Sorry, a misunderstanding on my part I didn't realize I was up.
  3. The Silver snakes slithered around the Omegadrone, wrapping it firmly as Black Mamba immobilized it and started hovering lower and lower till his feet touched the ground, he kept the Omegadrone up in the air preparing to start to beat it into unconsciousness even as he looked around to see the others. He had several advantages for this kind of combat, not least of all he only took one of his arms out of commission while he restrained the Omegadrone. His servos whined as the snakes tightened as he landed, power being redistributed to them as he no longer required the flight. ++Akhona, we're going to need a way out of here for the civilians, can you see anything?++
  4. If you decide to open it up to more let me know!
  5. I don't' have as wide a choice as the others but I'm open to using anyone of my three. Dara and Mamba are the ones in Freedom City but if it's low PL then Chromium is happy to come along
  6. Black Mamba Freedom of Bureaucracy Crack the anvil Dara Tiagara Chromium Cultural Competence
  7. Depending on how heavy the dumpster is I might need to use Extra Effort to get it over Wadjet's head...but I figured it would be pretty cinematic And very likely to stop a car.
  8. Out the corner of his eye Chromium saw the car coming, guns ready, and realized that the woman in the mask was about to be run down, shot or both. Growling he grabbed hold of the dumpster next to him, silver fingers creasing the side of the dumpster as he lifted it and with a grunted,"Watch out!" he hurled the dumpster through the air trying to get it to land between Wadjet and the car hurtling towards her. He was positive the car would have to stop with a dumpster screaming along the tar towards it, and then he could deal with the thugs. He felt his metallic muscles ripple as he hoisted the dumpster, it was heavy but he was hoping his enhanced muscles were up to getting it over the extra distance. Even as it flew through the air he left his trench coat floating to the ground as he started towards Wadjet, he needed to make sure she was safe before he stomped this idiots. She was just a kid in a mask with a paintball gun!
  9. How far is the car and how far is wadjet? And can I tell who the target is?
  10. Notice Check 26 And there we go. At work so likely no post till tonight or tomorrow.
  11. Chromium was reaching for the oldest of the Furies when something went whizzing past his head confirming he was not alone. His silver eyes flickered up to where the woman yelling at him was crouched and he shook his head...what was that? She was all dressed up in some kind of fancy costume, clenching silver fists he tilted his head and frowned,"What are you? You trying to be a hero with your...." He glanced at the weapon she was pointing at him, then back at the smoke and the acid sizzling away on the sidewalk and frowned,"Paintball gun? Really?" Cursing he turned away,"Now I have to start over...damn it. I was so close." Mostly ignoring the armored woman he walks over to a nearby ally and pulls a large duffle bag out of a garbage can and starts pulling clothing out, starting with a dark colored trench coat.
  12. Even if it was a critical, thought that would do more damage? Opposed Grapple
  13. Psyborg Power Level: 12 (180/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: ±X Attack / ±X Damage, ±X Defense / ±X Toughness (or "None") In Brief: 1-2 sentences which sum up the whole character. Catchphrase: (Optional) Example: "Its Clobberin' Time!", "By the Power Cosmic!", "Hulk Smash!" etc. Theme: (Optional) A theme song for the character. Alternate Identity: ??? (Public) or (Secret) Birthplace: Residence: (Optional) Where the character normally resides / lives. Base of Operations: (Optional) Where in the city the character primarily operates or their headquarters' location, if anywhere. Occupation: Affiliations: People and/or groups you work with. Family: Close or otherwise significant relatives. Description: Age: ??? (DoB: Year [Optionally, Day & Month]) Apparent Age: If applicable. Gender: Ethnicity: Caucasian, Asian, Atlantean, Etc. Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: (Describe what they look like! Cover their physical appearance, typical clothing and of course their costume if they have one.) History: (Remember we are a relatively family friendly site. Your story should be PG-13 at most. If your character wouldn't fit in an episode of Justice League Unlimited, The Dresden Files, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you'll need to rethink it. When in doubt, ask a Staff Member.) Personality & Motivation: (Describe why they do what they do here.) Powers & Tactics: (In-character descriptions of how they do what they do.) Power Descriptions: (Describe the appearance of their powers as applicable: the colour of energy blasts, the shape of portals, the design of a battlesuit. Also give an idea of the Descriptors those powers use: fire, technological, cosmic energy, etc.) Complications: Name: Description Example: Everyone Deserves A Second Chance: The character believes in everyone's better nature, even if it would be more prudent to be wary. Abilities: 20 + 0 - [10] + 12 + 4 + 0 = 26 pp STR 30 (+10) DEX 10 (+0) CON n/a (-) INT 22 (+6) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 12 + 8 = 20 pp ATK: +6 (+12 Arsenal) DEF: +8 (+4 Dodge, +4 Base, +2 flat-footed) Grapple: +7/+20 Initiative +0 Knockback: -9 Saves: 0 + 7 + 6 = 13 pp TOU +16 (+16 Protection, +9 Impervious) FORT n/a REF +7 (+0 Dex, +7) WILL +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Skills: 10 pp=40 r Computers 4 (+10, SM) Craft (Electronic) 4 (+10, SM) Craft (Mechanical) 4 (+10, SM) Disable Device 4 (+10, SM) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 4 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 4 (+10) Medicine 8 (+10) Notice 5 (+7) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Feats: 13 pp Attack Focus (Arsenal) 6 Dodge Focus 4 Improvised Tools Inventor Skill Mastery (Computers, Craft [Electronic], Craft [Mechanical], Disable Device) Powers: 18 + 3 + 30 + 2 + 24 + 1 + 5 + 1 + 2 +20 = 98 pp Psychic Brain In A Jar Array 7 (14 pp, PF: Alternate Power 3) [18PP] BE: Comprehend 2 (machines) {4} + Datalink 9 (anywhere on Earth [mental], PF: Subtle) {10} {14/14} AP: Communication 9 (anywhere on Earth [radio], PF: Subtle) + Comprehend 2 (Understand all languages, Speak all languages [One at a time]) {14/14} AP: Concealment 8 (All Vision, All Hearing, All Radio, Flaws: Blending, Feats: Close Range) {9/14} AP: Mind Reading 12 (Mental, Feat: Subtle) {13/14} Enhanced Feats 3 (Beginner's Luck, Eidetic Memory, Jack of all Trades) [3PP] Immunity 30 (Fortitude Saves) [30PP] Leaping 2 (x5, running long jump 90 feet, standing long jump 45 feet, high jump 22 feet) [2PP] Protection 16 (Extra: Impervious 9, Drawback: Noticible) [24PP] Quickness 1 (x2) [1PP] Regeneration 5 (Recovery Bonus +0) [5PP] Speed 1 (10 MPH, 100 fpm) [1PP] Super-Senses 2 (Infravision, Radio) [2PP] Arsenal Device Array 4 (16 pp, Easy to lose PF: Alternate Power 3, Restricted [Telekinetics Only]) [20pp] BE: Blast 12 (Telekinetic Gauss Rifle; Flaws: Full Round Action; PF: Subtle, Improved Range 2, Progression [500/2500]) {16/16} AP: Damage 2 (Telekinetically charged katanas; Extras: Penetration 10 PF: Mighty, Precise, Extended Reach, Split Attack) {16/16} AP: Blast 5 (Pulse Carbine; Extras: Autofire; Drawbacks: Reduced Range 2; PF: Accurate 3) {16/16} AP: Drain Toughness 12 ( DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage Chain Lightning Ranged DC 25 Toughness (Autofire) Damage Taser Blast Ranged DC 16 Fortitude Stun Totals: Abilities (26) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (10) + Feats (13) + Powers (98) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180
  14. Chromium cursed, coming out of his speakers of his radio as he did so, as soon as the last girl was out he started shifting. Letting the smoke cover his rapid transformation he reached for the oldest girl, attempting to at least capture one girl he could question as he did so he realized the smoke was not from some fluke but meant there was someone else causing trouble for these girls. Shaking his head, his body completly silver and sculpted like a statue of a man made from chrome he glistened as he emerged from the smoke ready to capture the oldest of the female gangsters.
  15. The Porsche had been put there by a whiteboy, although perhaps a silver boy was more accurate, and technically he was the Porsche. Chromium was sitting watching the girls shaped as the Porsche 911 he was bonded to, he even had the keys sitting in the cupholder and the doors were left unlocked. He didn't want them to try and damage him, but he did want them to get in and drive him to their chop shop. He was 'investigating' one of the many crime rings set up by the Mara. That said AEGIS had refused to teach him anything about working a case, or hunting down criminals, no he was too young he had to go to Claremont and learn to control his powers. Well he hadn't, but he had learned to control his powers, and now he was out doing good in Bedlam...or at least trying. So here he was, sitting in the gray gloom that was Bedlam's weather, a set of Porsche keys in his cupholder, his doors unlocked and four juvenile criminals slowly building their confidence to try and break into him. He struggled with patience, and it was all he could do not to turn the radio on, but he sat and waited....very impatiently.