Jack of Tales

Kiera stalked towards her prey, an almost evil look on her face. You ruined a perfectly good shirt, weirdo and now you get to pay me back for it. Enveloped in the darkness and out of sight from her allies, Kiera suddenly feels an overwhelming urge to cut the priest. She stands next to him and lashes out with one hand, feeling the shadows swirl and solidify around it to form long, jet-black talons. The hatred for the priest fades as Kiera feels her hand burrow into his flesh. She pulls back, startled by her own actions and torn between disgust of what she had done and mild fascination as well.

Kiera laughs at this and lets go of the bike, guiding her board to the side before hopping off. She flips it into the air with a foot and catches it before it falls again. "If this place has lobster, I wouldn't dare try it! Can I get a dog with ketchup and relish? I also see a nice spot over on the grass there to sit while we eat. I'm super glad I met up with you! Like, thanks for all the advice on places to eat, club work, dance, and other stuff. I haven't made any girlfriends my age since I came to this city. I suppose I talk too much...that and the kids over at Claremont are way too focused on studying! I mean chill out!

60ft radius darkness centered on Icarus Minion attacks: Strike 6: 10 & 20 Toughness DC: 21 if either hits.

The woman smiles beneath the mask, her eyes glinting with pure hatred, although perhaps even she doesn't know why. "Me? You have no need for a name for it will be wiped from your lips as soon as you think it." She lets out a cackle and the world descends into darkness. The black field obstructs all normal vision and allows her shadow pets to take care of this threat to Omega's dominance. Without a sound they swiftly swam through the air to flank Icarus within the blackness of Kiera's mutant power. Each of the shadowy beasts strikes out with black talons of onyx to scrape at their foe.

Did I say weekend? yea I meant the end of summer, didn't matter what day of the week it is..*goes and makes corrections* Completely my fault!

Is the dark purple easier to read then the black? I forgot that the default color scheme was a dark blue.

The girl stops in surprise and barely manages to not fall over. She looks up with an indignant look but quickly flashes a smile. "You...saw nothing." She reaches out and grabs onto the back of the bike and places her feet more steadily on the board. "I haven't used this all that much so don't make any, like, sharp turns. What do you think Velocity will get up to? What do heroes do in the summer?"

Intro posted And Initiative: 18 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1602005/

A young woman in her mid-teens flies slowly towards Icarus. Her hair has been pulled back into a bun to stay out of her face which is completely covered by a black and gray mask. She has on a black leather top with red strips and a pair of pants with matching colors of one red leg and one black leg. A swarm of shadowy tendrils spirals around her arms, writhing like living snakes. Although her mouth is covered, you can see the sadistic glare in her eye. "You there, It's time to have some fun." With those words a pair of black beasts appear flanking her. Below the waist their essence spirals off into nothing while they vaguely resemble something humanoid. Multiple small, claw-like arms sprout from their hunched backs and long tendrils of shadow trail from their heads like strange dreadlocks. "I don't think we've met, but that doesn't matter. You won't be conscious enough to remember in a few moments anyway."

I've yet to actually pick up Starship Troopers and give it a go. I'll have to see if the library has a copy when I get back to school. Oddly enough my school's library has an expansive literature section which contains some very...unique selections. Recently I finished reading a few Christopher Moore novels: Lamb and Fluke. If you like absurdity, he definitely manages to reach the limits. I'm also about to start At Swim Two-Swans by one of my favorite Irish writers: Flann O'Brien. If you like to read satire and can handle trying to decipher the crazy things he says then it's quite enjoyable. The only other novel of his I read was The Third Policeman. I found it hilarious although others have found it dry and wanting.

I've been in Ireland for the past month and if anything sucks here..it's the television o.O Not that I typically watch much anyway. I can't wait to catch up on all the Burn notice I missed though! And I can't wait for the new season of Weeds to come out. Anyone ever seen that? Downright hilarious although fairly messed up. I hate all police shows...although its entertaining to watch things like CSI or Law and Order and yell at all the things they get wrong. At least L&O tries..CSI is like watching the suicide of attempted reality T_T

I'm interested to see what you write up!

Didn't realize that was our cue either! Am I still just attacking Icarus or am I posting an introduction to Foreshadow and them?

I hope not, I really only wanted to get her and the priest in it...alone for some fun, old-fashioned smackdown :P

At this, Kizzy nods enthusiastically. "Just point the way. I haven't eaten yet today, come to think of it. A few cheap hotdogs would fit the bill. All this falling has made me hungry. " Kizzy will head toward the nearest vendor after unsteadily pushing off on her skateboard.

As far as I know they are. Kiera's getting battered! After this fight I'm definately boosting my defense bonus and defensive roll feat o.o

Kizzy lets out a scream as the second blast hits her again. Oh this is not happening. Where the heck did Archeville go? "Doctor? Where the heck are you?" On her turn, Kizzy dashes toward the priest who shot her. " So you like shooting little girls and kidnapping women do you? That is it!" As she does so, she blankets the area around the priest falls into darkness in a radius of 20 feet. Kizzy doesn't stop as she does this and heads into the darkness grinning maliciously.

Aww damn I failed by 1! lol.. Toughness Save: 24 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1599091/

It's fine, I'm sure we all can relate in some way. I mean..its summer...the beach is calling...the wind is good enough to go kitesurf ...and I have to study for this bloody exam -_-

I've been working on my PL 6 villain and would love to take part in this ^^ I still have to actually get around to you know...submitting her though. I keep making builds and histories and then get a great new idea..and make another build and history, rinse repeat. I think I've made about 5-6 backgrounds and partial builds for PL 6 villains :X

Omg I want to put him in a purse and use him like mace o.o. "Give me your wallet!" "Erm..Here!" *slings out tiny super-hero* You should totally market yourself :P

The history is..well..massive and not even finished I'd like to expand it some in the middle and redo the ending. I also dislike the codename but can't think of anything good. Suggestions are appreciated! Eva Levasseur, Stealing through College Desperation creates the worst scenarios in history. Eva was not an evil person or really even all that unkind of a person. She was a freshman in college who was part of the volleyball team and majored in photography. Unfortunately, she came from a poor family that had no way to support her while in college. She had taken out several loans to pay for tuition and housing but had no cash in hand for many other necessities and wants such as clothes, movie tickets and club costs. The difficulties really started when she went to an ATM in downtown and tried to take money out. She found that her balance was zero. She threw a small fit at the machine and kicked it multiple times before storming away from it and heading towards FCU’s dormitories. It was going to be a long walk. On the way, she was stopped by a man in a black suit with a broad-brimmed hat and a cane. He smiled at her kindly and asked her why she was so angry at the machine, it was after all automated. For whatever reason, Eva made her first mistakeâ€â€talking to strangers. She told him of her difficulties and off-handedly asked for the cash for a bus ride home. When he refused she continued on her way. The man smiled and told her that there were better ways to make money then the small job she had at a local coffee shop. Eva paused at this, she hadn’t told him anything about her job. When she turned around to ask him, he was gone; but on the ground where he had stood was a small business card. On it was printed a number and a name: Galatihel. When Eva returned home she put the card on her desk and promptly forgot about it. Three days later, disaster struck. Eva not only had no money but was fired after the coffee shop closed. She began to search for a job but had no way to support herself while doing so and since it was near finals week she again had little time to look for a job or pick up one. Her first final went terribly and she sat at her desk wondering desperately what to do. Somehow, the card happened to be sitting there in plain view. It waited, knowing that now was the time. Eva took the card and called this man, this Galatihel. What could it hurt? If it was something weird she’d just refuse. An interview was arranged and Eva went to the indicated address. It was a tall, dark skyscraper. The inside was dimly lit and bore black stone floors with onyx pillars. It was very obviously expensive and, in Eva’s opinion, tasteless. She hesitantly walked to the secretary who was a small, Asian woman. When she asked about the interview she was led to a small conference room and told to wait. Not ten minutes later, he walked through the room. The man, this Galatihel, was the one who she had met on the street. They passed a few formalities and then got down to business. Galatihel told Eva that he could give her a gift that would help her get money, but in return for taking this gift she was to do a ‘job’ for him. He told her that a friend of his had stolen a beloved trophy of his, a tall statue of white granite depicting a man holding a horn in one hand and a bowl in the other. Galatihel told Eva how his friend had agreed to return it but did not have the time to bring it over himself. He needed to have this item picked up from his friend’s house. He had been told it was in the center room on a pedestal. It sounded like a sketchy job at best, but Eva was desperate for money. She took it. She went to the friend’s house which was a small mansion in Bayview. Her taxi there was paid for by Mr. Galatihel. Upon arriving she found the place mysteriously empty. The gates to the house were wide open and no one was guarding the area. She went to the door and knocked and received no answer. After a few minutes she knocked again, but again received no answer. She was about to leave when she received a call on her cell phone (which had no minutes on it and she carried around just to see the time). She hesitantly picked up and heard Galatihel’s voice on the phone. He told her that he had just been told that his friend would not be in and that the person to pick it up was to go in through an unlocked side window. Why did Eva assume that this was true? Why was it that she didn’t question Galatihel or his friend’s supposed logic? Even she doesn’t know the answer to that. She went in through the indicated window and an alarm went off. Within a minute a police car arrived at the scene and arrested her for breaking and entering. She told them the truth but no one believed her. The address she told them was actually a banking building and had no knowledge of a Mr. Galatihel, an Asian secretary or an interview with Eva. She was charged with the crime and put in jail for the night until her bail hearing. While she waited in jail she was visited by Mr. Galatihel. He walked in and only smiled at her when she started screaming and yelling at him. After several tenuous minutes Eva calmed down and stood there, glaring at him. He thanked her for distracting the police while he obtained the object and apologized for not telling her the truth. Eva was furious and demanded that he get her out of jail and cleared of the charges, that it was all his fault and he had to fix it. The man simply smiled and told her that he had the aforementioned gift for her. When she asked what it was, he reached out and took her hand. All he did was pat the top of her hand, but Eva was thrown into a dizzy vision. She saw an area of hell filled with large, black dogs, roaring fires and hideously tortured souls. She sat back from him with a gasp and looked at him through slightly red-tinted eyes. No words were exchanged, but she could feel something welling up inside of her. A small bit of Hell personally attached to her soul. With a small scream she erupted in flames and melted the walls of the cell. Galatihel was gone and she was left standing with a clear line for freedom. She could either stay and attempt to convince the police that she had been visited by the man they had proved did not exist or escape into the street. What would you do? No one believed her. There was no record of this man’s existence. And now, not only where you to be charged with breaking & entering, attempted burglary but most likely vandalizing a prison on purpose. Eva felt hopeless, lost and broken. She felt there was only real option left to her and she ran into the shadows. A string of minor robberies and burglaries ensued all done by a strange girl with flaming eyes accompanied by a pack of black-furred wolves. The newspapers began to call the girl Hellspawn and it stuck.

Players Name: Jack of Tales Power Level: 6 [90] Characters Name: Eva Levasseur Alternate Identity: Hellspawn Height: 5’ 6†Weight: 118 Hair: Brown Eyes: Red Description: Eva has medium length, spiky brown hair that hangs down to just past her jaw-line. She wears a sleeveless black jacket over a red shirt that has black stripes with white arm-warmers and black leather gloves. She also wears a pair of black shorts with white leggings and black boots. It’s also not unusual to see her with a pair of headphones and a cigarette. Description of Powers: Eva essentially has a fount of hellbound power inside of her. She can manipulate this in various ways: Demon Fire: Hellspawn extends one hand and lets loose a stream of black and red flames. Napalm: Hellspawn conjures a small ball of fire in one hand and throws it where it explodes showering an area in fire that stays for another round. Soul Burn: A gout of white flames burns through the eyes, causing the foe’s eyes to glow briefly as the flames burn into their soul. Heat Up: With a thought, Hellspawn makes the surrounding area’s temperature rise. Hell Geysers: The floor rifts open and great gouts of super-heated flame burst from it. History: Stats: 6 Str: 10 (+0) Dex: 10 (+0) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 12 (+1) Wis: 10 (+0) Cha: 10 (+0) Combat: 12 Attack: +0/ +6 ranged attacks Defense: +6 Initiative: +0 Grapple: +0 Saves: 11 Toughness: +6 (4 defensive roll, 2 Con) Fortitude: +3 (+5 total) Reflex: +4 Will: +4 Skills: 6 [24 points] Craft (Artistic) 4 (+5) Disable Device 8 (+9) Disguise 4 Knowledge (Art) 8 (+9) Feats: 11 Accurate Attack Attack Focus (ranged) 6 Defensive Roll 4 Powers: 47 Demon Fire Hellfire Control [infernal] (2pp/rank+4) Rank 6 (16) Napalm AP: Blast [Fire, Infernal](4pp/rank) Rank 3 Extra: General Area (+1), Secondary Effect (+1) Soul Burn AP: Blast [infernal] (4pp/rank) Rank 3 Extra: Alternate Save (Will) (+2) Heat Up AP: Thermal Control [Extreme Heat] (2pp/rank) Rank 6 Hell Geysers AP: Environment Control [ Infernal][Hamper Movement ¼] (2pp/rank) Rank 6 Hounds of Hell Summon (4pp/rank+3) Rank 7 (31) Extra: Horde(+1), Heroic (+1) PF: Progression 3 Drawbacks: Vulnerable [Powers with the Holy Descriptor] (Uncommon, Major) 3 Complications: Criminal History, Addiction (Tobacco) Costs: Abilities (06) + Combat (12) + Saves (11) + Skills (06) + Feats (11) + Powers (47) - Drawbacks (03) = 90

So quick question, can we post a character here for help in making them battle-worthy and then move it over to the character bank?

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." "Waterfront, I've got to head down there some night, the food at school is just awful. " At this she just smiles and agrees, "I know, right? There's so much weirder stuff out there that I just don't see why it's so out of place, like? Seriously some people.." Kizzy laughs at this and nods. "That sounds perfect. As long as I don't have to go home smelling like them." At this, Kiera just looks at her with a disgusted look which is swiftly changed to one of pity. "Wow that...that really sucks. I mean talk about getting the short end of the power-stick there. Where does he...live? I mean can he get an apartment and stuff or is he forced out to the streets? I can't even imagine..." She lets out a shudder and then shakes her head.