Sandman XI

"Thanks," Wesley said with a smile, "We get a lot of business from word of mouth. It's very flattering that we come highly recommended. Must be doing something right, eh?" He chuckled. He nodded in appreciation of the work. It looked very well done. Very surreal artistry, something that he could appreciate. "That's very awesome," he said inspecting it closer, "Of course I can touch it up for you. Though, is it purposely uncolored? I know some keep theirs very minimalistic in color for reasons unto themselves."

So, I've been wanting to make Muse's build less horribad. And I couldn't wrap my brain around it. So I got some help. quotemyname took my ideas and worked his magic. SO I'm going to put this here and see what the reaction are before I put it on character edits. Stats: 0+16+10+10+4+10 = 50pp Str: 10 (+0) Dex: 26 (+8) Con: 20 (+5) Int: 20/30 (+5/+10) Wis: 14/24 (+2/+7) Cha: 20/30 (+5/+10) Combat: 8+8 = 16pp Attack: +4 Grapple: +4 Defense +12 (+4 BASE; +8 DF; +2 FF) Initiative: +8 Knockback: -6, -4 without armor, -4 flat-footed, -2 both Saves: 0+0+3 = 3pp Toughness: +12 (+5 Con, +4 Def Roll, +3 armor) Fortitude: +5 (+5 Con, +0) Reflex: +8 (+8 Dex, +0) Will: +5/+10 (+2/+7 Wis, +3) Skills: 84r = 21pp Acrobatics 2 (+10) Bluff 10 (+15/+20) Craft (Artistic) 10 (+20) Diplomacy 10 (+15/+20) Knowledge (art) 10 (+15/+20) Knowledge (History) 10 (+15/+20) Language 4 (English [Native], French, Greek, Italian, Spanish) Notice 13 (+15/+20) Sense Motive 13 (+15/+20) Sleight of Hand 2 (+10) Feats: 28pp Benefit 3 (Status [Doctor of Arts], Wealth 2) Luck 4 Dodge Focus 8 Defensive Roll 2 Distract Equipment 1 (costume [+3 armor, subtle], large backpack) Fascinate Inspire 5 Leadership Quick Change Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Notice, Sense Motive) Powers: 5+12+32+16+2+5+1 = 73pp Master Performer (Variable Power 1; mental polymath; 5 points, skills only, one at a time; Continuous, Standard Action to Change Allocation; Flaws: Limited to Perform Skills [-1]) [5pp] Array 6 ("Inspirational Spark"; 10pp; 2APs) [12pp] BE: Enhanced Intelligence 10 AP: Enhanced Wisdom 10 AP: Enhanced Charisma 10 Inpirational Influence Array 16 (30pp; 2APs) [32pp] BE: Mental Blast 10 ("A Powerful Idea"; Flaws: Action/Full) {30pp} AP: Drain Wisdom 10 ("Forget Me Not"; Extras: Range/Perception [+2], Total Fade; Flaws: Action/Full) {30pp} AP: Healing 10 ("Inspiring Word"; Extras: Total, Range/Ranged [+1]; Flaws: Unreliable 5/day) {30pp} Creative Control (Variable Power 4; multiple powers of a particular type or descriptor; 20pp; Extras: Affects Others; Flaws: Action [Full], Limited [Only Others], Limited [No Physiological Changes]) [16pp] Flight 1 (10MPH) [2pp] Container 1 (immortality; divine) [5pp] Super-Senses 1 (Divine Awareness [Tactile]) [1pp] Costs: Abilities (50) + Combat (16) + Saves (3) + Skills (21) + Feats (28) + Powers (73) - Drawbacks (00) = 191/191pp

Muse has 191pp, she should be PL13

A person or object that you can interact with as long as you believe it's real. This is what I'm going for. You can use the imaginary computer if you don't know it's fake. you can hug the imaginary person as long as you 'know' it's 'real'.

I was asking more how to build something like a tactile illusion. Not the Illusion power specifically. I knew that the illusion power was not the answer.

Emphasis mine.

Something you can feel, but is not really there. How would you do that?

Wesley had never been put on such short notice before! A wedding on Christmas Eve? Still, he was not about to say no to a friend in need. It wasn't like he had plans anyway. This little shindig probably would't cut into his sleeping time. Santa would be proud, he chuckled to himself. But he had to get ready. He had something formal. He cleaned up real nice. Dreads and facial hair perfectly cropped. No tattoos showing, didn't want to upset his date's folks. Now all he had to do was wait for Caroline. A knock on the door, just in time! He opened the door and smiled, "Welcome to..." His joyful tone was cut off. Wow, he thought. He shook his head and tried not to stare. He blushed, "Excuse me. I... uh," He stopped and cleared his throat, "Come in. Or do we have time for that?"

Hercules was not amused. He scowled as he sat on his throne. His voice still boomed over the noise where everyone could hear and understand. "Petty mortal, you think this is for companionship? This filthy mongrel? She's not even fully divine. Even if she was she has the blood of an Olympian." He spat on the sword in front of him, "Dogs. All of them." His voice grew happy in his anger. "Now let's make this interesting." He stood up. "STOP!" The madhouse of initiates stopped. "KNEEL!" Every one of the initiates bowed. Taking his sword he walked toward the altar.

Elizabeth found herself in that field again. She was dressed in the ritual garb this time. She reckoned that if this was her dream that she would be able to change it. Lucid dreaming and all that jazz. Her clothing did not change. She knew something was up. A loud booming voice greeted her after the little though exercise. "Elizabeth Skillman. You are in my realm." Elizabeth looked around the field to see no one there. "Who are you," she yelled into the sky. The voice shifted to that of deep and breathy, "Elizabeth, I am your father!" Oh great, she thought, a comedian. "A comedian, indeed," the voice chuckled, this time it was like her own. "You can read my mind," she said flat and unamused. "Read it," the voice laughed with a rhetorical question, "honey, I'm swimming in it. By the way, your subconscious is very weird, but creative. Be glad we didn't meet in your dreams. That little dark comedic interlude would have been awkward to meet your father on." "You don't sound like my father," she crossed her arms with an accusatory tone, "Show yourself." The voice however, was quite amused, "Sure, let me find something you'd be comfortable with." Before her appeared a large muscular man in a colorful sarong with no top. His skin was golden tan like hers. His hair was long and flowing and his beard was short, it was all white. His eyes were silver like hers. His voice was that of something like a sage, but a sly sage, "So, you're looking for a mentor?" He chuckled.

It's 6/rank. So, is it... Variable (Multiple powers of any type or descriptor; Extras: Affects Others; Flaws: Action [Full], Limited [Only Others]) or Variable (Multiple powers of a particular type or descriptor; Extras: Affects Others; Flaws: Action [Full])

Please note this is backwards from the intended game rules. It just comes from an earlier set of GMs who didn't know what they were doing at the time and it was never changed to the correct way.

The wings went down as Wesley began to traverse the stairs. As surefooted as he was, this was new territory, so he wasn't as fast as Caroline. Luckily his reflexes got him down there in one piece. "That's quite a trip," he chuckled. He looked to her with a smile. "Well, it could have went better tonight. I'm sorry I couldn't get that thing off of you. I'm sorry that you got knocked out. Hopefully next time things will be better." Hopefully there is a next time, he thought. Slowly leaning in he gave her a hug of comfort. "You have my number. Anytime you need me, just call. I'll be there for you."

"Well, that means we've gone full circle haven't we," Wesley smiled when Caroline revealed the location of her abode, "We'll be there in a bit." He followed her directions efficiently enough. They were there in a few minutes. The Fens was a welcome sight compared to Greenbank. He likened it to crawling out of a fire only to be met by wolves. Both were bad, but you weren't going to die immediately with the wolves. Perhaps he'd gone too much into this metaphor. He put his mind on other things. Like landing. They landed on the roof of her apartment building and he held her hand as she got on her feet again, trying to help her circulation. "And here we are again," he smiled with an implied bow as he nodded. "I can walk you to your door, if you wish." He paused as a realization hit him, "Wait a second, how do you get in without getting noticed like you are now?"

Hercules was not pleased when his graceful swing tempo was thrown off. He looked around with a scowl. "Find the source of that racket and bring it to me," his voice boomed. It seemed louder than the music playing. Everyone could hear it and understand it perfectly. "The one who finds the interloper will have the first taste." Hercules went back to his throne and his inner circle followed. Three to the left of him three to the right. The initiates however were in a tizzy trying to find the source of the noise, even tearing at each other to find it. Several were stripped bare in order to find what was not on their body. The choices were getting fewer.

Wesley nodded at the suggestion, "We can do that if you wish." He watched silently over Silhouette and the unconscious as they waited on the ambulance. Fifteen minutes was not a lot of time, but they kept the vigil on. When everyone was safe, he smiled. "Freedom City's finest at work." He politely reached for her hand when she told him where to go, "you'll have to guide me there. I don't think I've been there." Scooping her up gently in the same position he had carried her in before, they took to the skies. "So, which direction should I start flying in?"

"This looks like a job for," Wesley reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone, "technology." He smirked and pushed the speed dial number for emergencies. Silence for a second and then spoke, "Yes, there's been an incident in Greenbank. Seems like a dozen or so unconscious people." He paused for a second. "Alright, thanks." He hung up the phone and put it back in it's pocket. "They said they would be here in a minute." He stood quietly there for a moment, looking over the unconscious from his and Silhouette's perch. He shook his head and looked back to her. There was a lot they had to talk about, but she was right. They had to get out of there. "You ready to go," he asked as his white feathery wings began to sprout.

Hercules waited for the initiates to enter. One was oddly dressed. He took it that this one was the out of towner his inner circle had been telling him about. The initiates lined the wall while the inner circle stood in a circular pattern around Hercules and the altar. Hercules began to speak, but it was in Latin. Something Push couldn't understand. "" He pointed his sword around to the initiates, "" He put the side of the blade on his shoulder. "" He raised his sword into the air and the initiates cheered! He then stood over the altar. Over the sacrifice. As he raised the blade, he began to chant in a language only the inner council could understand. Only gods could understand.

Elizabeth had been knocked out when she was transported away. She was in a dream for most of the time. Definitely not her dream though. She dreamed of a green open field, full of grapes of all kinds and sizes. Though, she felt thirsty. She saw a guy, he looked to be in his early twenties. Even though he didn't speak, she knew this was his field and that he would let her have some grapes. She nodded a thanks. When she picked one it grew to the size of her hand! She looked shocked but instinctively she ate the grape. The grape made her dizzy, but it quenched her thirst. She wanted more. The guy didn't seem to mind so she picked more and ate more. The more she downed the better and more dizzy she felt. This was the greatest dream ever! Unfortunately her dream came to a crashing halt when she was dumped into a tub of warm water. She found that she could not fly or access her powers. She tried to struggle against them but it was useless. Several men in togas rubbed her down with soap and scented oils, making sure that their lord was appeased. When they were done with her, her ankles, wrists and neck were bound in golden shackles and they put a gauzy white dress on her. The chain was given to the leader who guided her into the throne room. Well, it wasn't really a throne. more one of those bed/chairs you lounge on. Lounging on it was a very large man in a toga. Was this Hercules? He was massive! The leader lead her in front of the 'throne' and yanked the chain down. making her involuntarily kneel. "" Hercules smiled at the sight. He had slaughtered many a beast, but never one so beautiful. "Leave us be." The leader nodded and handed the chain to Hercules, "" with that the leader left. Hercules looked to Elizabeth with a smile. She did not smile however. "So this is one of the Olympians," He said sitting up while playing with the chain. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she snarled back at the Physical God. "Do not lie to me, girl," he said pulling the chain closer. "Just as you feel the divine warmth flowing from me, I feel yours. Yours is not like my own though. You come from a different family though. A family we set boundaries with." "My family is not divine. My family is at home. I take care of them. I have no idea what you are talking about." "Silence, deceptive wench! I will prove I can see through your lies. You are the seed of the one they call Dionysus. You are obviously half mortal though. Mortal taint aside, your lineage calls out to me." He smiled sinisterly, yanking her chain forward. "Now, lights out." She tried to protest but was quickly subdued by Hercules's massive fist. She was knocked out again and the chains remained. He called for the altar. It was gleaming white, but on the top of it was a crimson stain. "Many lesser people have been offered here," Hercules said to himself as the cultists prepared it and her for the ritual. Hercules was handed a large sword, "Do not think your offering will be in vain." He twirled the sword a few times before embedding it into the ground. "" the leader called to his lord. "Excellent. Bring in the initiates. It is time." She was laid on the altar. in preparation for all to see.

"" the cultist said said quickly. He looked around to see if anyone was watch. Fortunately their guise was still up. He beckoned Push with two fingers, "" The man dipped further into the dark alley. He did not speak much, but it did seem like forever. When they got to the meeting place it was huge! There was no way someone could miss this, and yet, no one paid attention. It was a palatial white marble building that seemed to glow. When they got to the door he knocked three times and said some indecipherable phrase. It sounded... Latin? The door opened and there was a massive lobby. It was bright as day in there. Barely dressed women were playing harps as they entered, There were rooms off to the side where it sounded like all sorts of debaucheries were going on. Past the lobby was a hallway to a throne room. Push couldn't see it very well. Though he did see a man in a toga come racing from it. "" he said joyfully. He then looked to Push with a scowl and a sniff. He smiled wickedly, "" Antonius smiled wickedly at Push, "" Sirus stripped down and was handed a toga, which he put on. Antonius nodded, "Sirus, Great Hercules wants the Greek filth washed before he does the offering.> He looked to Push, "" The harp players walked Push to the exit as Sirus and Antonius walked away talking.

Wesley was slowly coming to terms with his shapeshifter-hood. Back then it seemed weird that he was a girl. But that's before he got tentacles. And started turning into weirder things. Just turning into a girl would of seemed positively sane nowadays. He was glad he could help though. The good doctor agreeing to help him was awesome. "Thanks, Doc." He thought for a moment. Where would this test be? Out in the field? In his lab? Why was he thinking about it, just ask the man! "Hm, it's not really a matter of urgency. Though the sooner the better? Do you want to see me in the lab or shall we meet somewhere out in the open? I'm for either really. You're the man who knows what he's doing!" He chuckled.

Powdered milk? Wesley was confused again, but he didn't show it. Maybe he'd ask what that meant later. He frowned at the thought of it not being a problem of finding a dead body. Be it vampire or not. It was quite disturbing to hear the casualness of finding such a thing. He closed his eyes and pinched the place between his eyes as he thought before letting go. "That's really bad, you know," he said referring to the problem as she looked around. He didn't have time to follow up as Silhouette asked about the homeless. "Oh don't worry about them," he assured her, "they're OK. It was just something on par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing they'll miss."

:( Pop Culture (1d20+10=17) Invisible Castle. It hates me.

"It was something, well," Wesley paused. He didn't quite believe it himself. Avenger had been on a tar to get rid of most of the vampires in Freedom City. This one could have been a straggler from that rampage or there could be more out there. "To be honest with you it was a vampire. Not a zombie. I don't know how well versed in the vampire problem this city has, but they're a bit more worrisome than their lower functioning kin." He looked in the direction the body was hiding, "Though I do thing we should possibly get rid of it. Come morning people are going to find a mangled corpse. That's not good for business." He looked back to Silhouette, "Any suggestions?"

Wesley listened to Caroline's side of the story with rapt attention. He was aware what mask meant to some people. He even thought about getting one himself once. Though nothing ever came of it. Still, he respected people who did wear them. He pulled himself up when she stopped talking. "Your secret is safe with me," he said with a firmly assuring tone. "Thank you for telling me the truth." He reached out his hand for hers, "I hope I didn't sound too hard on you. I just needed to know the truth." He smiled, "You know, we can continue this elsewhere as Caroline and Wesley. Or Knight and Silhouette can blaze across the night together."