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  1. He has attractive because 'attractive' in one is just 'cute' by most cases, and his features must have been misunderstood if you thought I meant he was butt ugly. I just stated he had flaws, and they were somewhat visible and easy to tell, but not 'devestating' of any sort. I'll change the Supersenses bit and add a few more points to something else that might apply.
  2. There was nearly a half minute's pause from the young man, as he looked his elder in the eye, and his lip quivered. Though he had already researched the possible meanings of his powers, he had not actually grown comfortable with telling anyone about it. It had taken him nearly thirty minutes to tell his own father about the incident, so he watched the man, trying to decide if he trusted him, and then answered, obviously having decided that regardless of if he trusted the man or not yet, he would find out in time. "When my powers first exhibited themselves, I demonstrated an ability I haven't really seen before, only heard about, but when the little girl who was drowning cried out, something reacted, and I somehow made the water 'move', without actually touching it. Then, I jumped in the water and swam at a speed I don't ever remember swimming at. The little girl was about ten, but felt nearly weightless to me, and since then I've exhibited the ability to leap a pretty far distance." He paused. "So, from what I know of my powers, I think they're Hydrokinesis, Some weird ability to swim at immense speeds and jump at immense speeds, and what I'd assume as super strength, because since then stuff hasn't felt nearly as heavy, and it's a likely explanation to me as to why I could swim so fast or suddenly jump so far. I'm not sure other than that, though, and I've not really tested my powers out to be tell you one way or another if it's right, it's just my assumptions of them."
  3. It took less than three milliseconds for Warren's brain to process the words and voice he had just heard, and despite what some people might have done, and turned to make sure they had heard the correct voice, he did not change posture or move at all. He knew she'd not know the difference, and even if she did, it wouldn't be something he'd bother to do, it would only be a sign of respect towards the girl, which he did not have a ton of. "Mura, tutors can't deal with her throwing a fit and punching them with her super strength, which I can deal with very easily, so I'm afraid that I can't just dump her like that, no matter what your connections might lead you to think about how the world works. She needs my help, regardless of what she..." He paused, looking at Lucy. "Lies and says." He gave a nod, before placing the paper down. "Feel free to sit down around us though." He tapped the chair beside him, making a sound purposefully, as a help for the blind girl, and to not let Lucy realize she was blind quite yet. "But don't give criticism or make fun of her, it's not nice to make fun of people, which is something you might not realize." It was around that time when Lucy asked that question, and Warren replied simply. "My father and her father are business partners, we know each other from outside of the school, so though I'm new, I know her. I know her, and I'm pretty sure she's new here too."
  4. There wasn't a word spoken by the young man as he walked through the Gymnasium, eyes darting the man standing in it for just a moment, and then looking around the Gymnasium as he walked forward which he sat in without a word as the gesture was made to him. He did reply verbally at all to the welcome to Claremont given to him by the school's obvious headmaster, the boy simply gave a nod which was meant to imply 'Thank you, I suppose.' There was not even a moment's pause when the headmaster offered his hand, the boy took it and gave it a shake lightly careful to not use his strength, as he was still not used to it all. There was not a word for a moment after the man made his statement about the placement tests, and asked those simple questions, for once in his life, Warren couldn't simply answer with the obvious. He had gotten some information on the school from his father, and he of course knew this man would be the headmaster there, but he hadn't even expected placement tests other than the Academic sort, so he wouldn't lie. "I'm not particularly surprised, truth be told." His words did not halt, but he made sure to look the Headmaster in the eyes. "I mean, it'd be a lie to say I didn't surmise a school that promised what it did wouldn't have placement tests of some sort, and with the fact that you were the one who is the headmaster and who opened communications with my father, it didn't really surprise me to see you here." He paused. "I just really didn't think of obsess over the matter, so while I didn't get surprised by it, it wasn't expected by me before hand, either, Mister Summers."
  5. Warr

    Leviathan

    ((OOC/OON; This is an entirely 'alternate universe' birthday thing, set up with how I feel he would spend his birthday, regardless of how his friends and peers at Claremont may think or act.)) A sigh cut through the relative silence of Warren McCue's room, as he sat in the relative darkness of the room, hoping no one would bother him this early in the morning, as he looked at the bright red digits of his clock. It clearly said; '5:00'. Despite the fact he didn't make a movement, he was keenly aware of this being his birthday, and it made him smile for just a moment. There was no rapid dressing of himself and running to the common room to see if any one was there. He simply watched the clock and savored the darkness and the cool chill brought to his bare chest from the fan box fan nearby blowing wind upon him. He watched the clock for a few more moments, but didn't move, or even bother to go to sleep. He simply picked up the book on the night stand adjacent to him and turned the light on. A book that he had taken to reading again and again, a book about the mythological origins of the word 'Leviathan', a term he had decided nearly half a year would be a proper monkier for himself. He read it, and didn't move as if he assumed anything major was coming, because he didn't. He knew very very well that in every year before, though his family had showered him with happy birthdays, this his eighteenth birthday, would which would not allow such things, both because of his age and because of the distance from his family. In times before showing himself at Claremont, if he was in a situation like this on a day like this, he probably would be seen moping in his bed or trying to go back to sleep, but he simply continued to read, pondering in the back of his head exactly what he should try to do today after school. A trip to the nearby bay seemed out of the question, but he could have a small party with his friends, perhaps a game of hangman with Lucy, and a game of musical chairs with the others, with heavy metal music just to make Mura irked. Time passed as he mused and he read, and soon it was thirty minutes from the time he was due to his first class, and the boy went to groom himself, leaving his room in his favorite pair of jeans, t-shirt, and shoes, and heading to his first class, which he couldn't wait for, both because he loved to learn, and because the quicker he got to class, the quicker he got out of class, and onto the next class, and then out of school for the day, so he could have his birthday party, and he could finally have a party with kids his age. American History roared through with discussions on the Civil War, which Warren smirked at the statements of some things, and the shock at some of his peer's face when he pointed out the truth about Lincoln's politics and the actual reason why the Emancipation Proclaimation had been made, a statement he made out of turn, simply because he could not help himself. He was more muted the rest of the day, enjoying his Mythology class, his English, His European History, and his Physics, though trolling through the day by the time it rolled around for his Art class, the final one of the day, and the one he was least interested in that moment. As the class ended, the boy known as Warren was gone, and Leviathan was on the prowl, dropping his backpack in his dorm room and immediately hitting the pool, which he swam in thirty times in heightened emotion, before returning back to the dorm and chilling out in the Common Room, only to be surprised as he had so hoped for, by his friends with a cake (Albeit small, but still a cake.) He smiled, this was a first time situation in his life, and the night rolled on with more and more enthusiasm. When the next morning rolled in, Warren didn't want to wake up for school at all.
  6. "Everyone needs it, Lucy. Everyone needs it, but if that's your attitude, go ahead and go. I'd just hate for you to not have it and be tricked into working for a super villain and then me having to fight you later. It's stupid to think that just because you have superpowers that you're immortal, and unharmable." He spoke calmly at first, but when he got to the bit about 'I'd hate for you to not have it' and farther, his voice had a bit of anger in it. "Just bare with me and quit being embarrassed. Just because you can't read doesn't mean a thing. I can help you read, and help you adapt to school. It's okay, you just have to let your pride go abit."
  7. It's true with a lot of characters, actually. We're all like that. And I don't know about the others, but I know I read them, when I'm bored.
  8. Well, I for one and ready and raring to go.
  9. There had been silence from Warren the entire time he followed Jeff. As the boy asked him the question about him being 'new here', he simply gave an awkward, 'was it not obvious? It must have been, as I doubt they would send you to show me around the school if it wasn't' sort of nod, before looking at the grounds as they walked. He didn't say a word, and looked at the building for a moment before walking to the door, giving it a slight tap with his fist to knock on it, and then opening the door. "Anyone here?" He called out without any particular tone, curious exactly as to what these 'placement tests' were for, and they were for his actual classes, or instead for something else.
  10. There, done, done. Wasn't aware about Super Senses doing that.
  11. Improved Critical I'll change. There are 3 PP from where? Super Senses with the flaw is 1 PP, as I only want -2 ranks- of it, with the flaw it should be 1 PP, not 2 PP. I'll just be removing the Dynamic from the Power Array, then. Because it's not absolutely necessary and without Dynamic it should bring me right to where it should be.
  12. "It's not hard to do, Lucy. The paper isn't some sort of impassable wall. I'll even help you with it, okay?" He picked the clipboard back up from the counter. "Even if you have problems with some of it, like I said before, I'll help you with it." He smiled at her and began to walk off to sit down on a nearby chair, leaning forward in it and filling out what he knew of her. "Name; Lucy Hewitt." He scribbled it down clearly as he could.
  13. There was a sigh from Warren and he looked at Lucy. It clicked on him as quickly as her patchwork costume had implied she was trying to be a superhero. If she was wearing a patchwork costume, talked like she did, and acted as she did, she was probably homeless. She probably hadn't even went to school before. That's why she said those words, why she was trying to make it seem she thought powers equated an answer for requirements. Without a word he looped his arm through her's and yanked the board away. "Don't act like that, Lucy. You need to do it just as much as anyone else does, because without doing it, they can't help you as much as they otherwise would like."
  14. It was a good thing that the boy was paying attention to his companion and her words, and it was good his intelligence was as capable as it was. Otherwise he would not have noticed and realizedrealized her confusion. As those blue eyes watched her, he realized it, and as she came to those words he figured they were a cop out and 'I don't understand.' He didn't have a huge love for over used metaphors, but he said simply to her. "Knowledge is power." Then he took her hand and lead her to the counter. Without a moment, he spoke for her. "This is Lucy Hewitt, and she's enrolling to be here at Claremont." The receptionist smiled and handed a clipboard with a pen attached to it and several pieces of paper clipped to it. She gave a nod. "Just fill out these last specifics for us, Lucy." She spoke to Lucy. The paper was filled with questions that were fairly simple, but which were all written.
  15. As I don't want to mess my thread up, I deleted my last post before reposting it's contents, so that they could be seen but at the same time I could bump this thread. And I just switched points around to make his attack bonus+2, as opposed to +1.
  16. Warr

    Power Question

    Okie dokie, thanks for the clarification.
  17. Warr

    Power Question

    Superstrength has a bit of a confusing description in regards to one of it's power feats, or rather it's power feat has a confusing description. Thunderclap mentions things such as strength bonuses twice in its effect, but it never specifies if it means your effective strength bonus with superstrength for applied pressure or the 'strength bonus' for things like carrying capacity. I ask for a clarification and decision on one or another, because as it stands I see it making perfect sense for it (The +5 bonus that carrying capacity gets as opposed to the +1 normal strength skills get) to be applied here. It's not applied application of force in a full sense and it's not sustained force, either. It's slamming your hands together in an attempt to make a big as noise as you can. For that matter, if this is true, I'd think that ground strike'd get the same effect.
  18. Warr

    Character Edits

    I'd like to pick up the following things for Leviathan. Thunderclap Power Feat for his Super Strength.
  19. "Reality is defined by how you comprehend it, Lucy. If your mind is not a sharpened weapon, then things will be dully perceived and enemies will exploit that hole in your defenses. They'll make you think they're heroes, too, or they'll simply use dirty tricks when fighting you." Warren said calmly and clearly. "So as I said, Lucy, with reality and perceptions being described as I did, how one comprehends them, the reality of my comprehension is your name is Lucy Hewitt, which is a fine name. You've got a way to go before you're a superhero yet, just as I do, and you've got a way to go before I'll call you Ionica." He looked her in the eyes calmly.
  20. "You, if you ever want to be able to fight supervillians, they're not all about punching and slamming two by fours into them, Lucy." Warren mumbled. "Your name's not that bad, either, I like it, Lucy." Warren stated calmly, trying to make her feel better.
  21. The young man shrugged, before calling out. "This is Lucy, though I don't know her surname. She should be enrolled today, either already from what they implied, or soon enough. She's confused on how all of this works, from what I know."
  22. Players Name: Warr Power Level: 6 Characters Name: Keith Yoshida Carter Alternate Identity: Aikage (Shadow of Love), 'Shinobi-nin' (One who Endures), or 'True Believer'. Height: 5'8†Weight: 140 Ibls. Age: 17 Hair: Reddish-brown died black once a week, Eyes: Blue Description: Keith's basic build type is one that at his age could go either way. He could continue to grow and be tall and well built, or he could be a pipsqueak. As it stands, he's in no way imposing, the only thing that's particularly 'big' is his hair, which sticks up in ridiculous directions without gel, and is fluffy as can be. The only thing constant about his hair's exact pattern is a 'crest' of hair at the front. His shoulder size is not particularly imposing, right in the middle of 'wow that kids effeminate' and 'that guy is a tough person'. His height and weight only worsen this situation, as he's not got a lot of 'meat' on his bones at the moment. His skin is pale as can be, from spending so many nights and days inside his mother's home, and he's got teeth that are slightly 'spaced' incorrectly, not to the point that they're ugly, but to the point he in a different situation would probably be a treitary candidate for braces. His nose has obviously been broken at least once before, and he's got a short nose at that, sort of like what one might place on a bear or a dog, as opposed to a distinguished nose like most other humans have. His smile is rare, and his heavy amount of dimples aren't easily seen as a result. His clothes vary with his attitude, but he most of the time wears loose fitting pants and shorts, and a hoodie, no matter what other clothes he might be wearing. An forehead protector styled after his favorite anime's 'headband/forehead protectors', is also always on the young man, with the kanji for 'love', clearly on the middle of it. History: Keith's childhood wasn't what one might call 'normal' but it wasn't strange enough to call uncommon. His mother was the only child of a fairly rich landlord in the neighborhood of 'The West End', in Freedom City, and his father was a man she had met and fell in love with within a year. The two lived happily for a time, having two sons, Keith's father, Daniel, keeping the family afloat with managing one of the tenements his father-in-law owned, and on the side consulting work with the US Navy, which he had once been a full time member of, before he had settled down in Freedom City ten years before. Keith's family life was happy in its beginnings, his mother worked in a nearby cafe that was owned by a friend of the family, and his father never had too little time for his son, Keith. He indulged the child's every curiosity about the odd things which he kept, including a number of Japanese Cultural artifacts he had picked up when he was stationed in Japan during his service in the US Navy. The boy fell instantly in love with the stories his father told him, and went goo goo eyed when his father introduced him to Anime and Manga, as well as enrolled him in Juijutsu classes at a nearby martial arts school. His younger brother always got more attention, but Keith was happier that way, as it let him do what he wanted, and he knew his brother needed the attention. This was because his brother had been born with a mild case of autism, and seemed to have a weak immune system on top of that. His brother's name was Daniel Leeroy, in honor of his grandfather and his father. His brother was the second born, and had been given the name because Keith was given his name after his father's two best friends, both of whom had died before his father could even introduce them to his son. The boy's life continued to be happy, if a little strange compared to many, as time rolled on. It continued to until his seventh year in life. His father was out consulting at a nearby mixed martial arts school, teaching as he regularly did there as of late, when an age old enemy showed their face. Katanarchists, whom he had gained the vicious hate of in his secret time when he was in the United States Navy. In his time as the Superhero, Katsujinken, the Life-Saving sword, -His father had gained training in an ancient and secret art of defensive kenjutsu which might well be called 'mystical' in his life, beginning when Keith's grandfather had been stationed in Okinawa when Keith's father Daniel was a child.-, he had gained the hatred of the Katanarchists, first because he was not Japanese yet a master of a Japanese art, and second because he repeatedly stopped their operations throughout places in Asia he could reach and hear about. In Japan he had gained fame, but he had been careful to keep his identity hidden. That was why when he was killed, -killing the Katanarchists in the process, refusing to die before he was sure all of his students were safe- it was a total surprise to his family. They believed it an act of crime that was random, and were fearful of why the Katanarchists had shown themselves as they did. That ripple in time was the first time he felt the pangs of loss, the hidden side of love, it's 'shadow'. At seven years of age, he had lost his father. A lesser child would have withdrawn from the world and hidden from life at such a loss, but his father's 'gifts' to the boy as a child had taught him otherwise. They had taught him that a true hero must endure, that is the most basic sign of courage. His father's action only proved this, and the boy endured the loss. He endured the long periods of time when he would have to take care of his younger brother by himself because his mother was too busy working at the Cafe so she could keep them afloat, and his grandfather was too busy maintaining the tenements so he could be sure they had a safe place to stay. It was in this climate of loss that the seven year old Keith and the two year old Daniel began to blossom as brothers. It was in this climate of loss and endurance that Daniel found his life time mentor, his father figure, his big brother, who was always there to defend him. The older brother introduced his younger brother to all of the things his father introduced him to, and helped teach his little brother to read, write, and draw. But most importantly, to hope. Keith endured the rough times, both at home, and at school. He paid some attention to the antics of the superheroes running about and like many kids in the city read pretty much any comic published by 'Castle Comics', he could get his hands on, but he never really got into superheroes like many kids did. He fell more in love with Shonen Manga, even going so far as to save up every bit of money he got on his birthday and at Christmas to buy himself and his younger brother more of those wondrous things to read. Because he was quiet, fatherless, and lived in such an odd situation, he had few 'socialization', skills by the time he got into the later years of elementary school, when one's classmates began to get meaner and look for an easy target. He endured their beatings, their hateful names. He endured it for years, until the day one of them was foolish enough to call his brother a 'retard', having seen the little boy and his older brother walk to school, Keith taking his younger brother to kindergarten before he went to his own, fifth grade class. Keith lashed out that day, hurling a table full force at the other student, and hitting him. It was surprising that the throw had went the way it had, his lack of training in the art of Juijutsu for the past five years not showing. The boy was sent to the office, and suspended for a week, but no one ever said a thing about his little brother again. Years passed, and his mother ascended from waitress to manager of the cafe, he began to help his grandfather with things in the tenement and help the more elderly and infirm residents of the tenement. The boy began to get more and more money, and saved most of it for college, but spent some on his little brother at least once a week, and some of the two's manga habit, too. In no time at all, Keith was sixteen and in his junior year of high school from accelerated course loads. He was working part time for his grandfather, and making deliveries for the cafe his mother managed. As the boy had went through so much stress and work, his only joys in life and havens were being around his little brother, and reading his favorite manga, 'Soba', a story about a young ninja boy who's hero father died at the hands of an evil cult, and whom was thought to be a 'reject' by the rest of his ninja village because he bore a curse mark from the same battle, both boys loved the series, and from its many alternating comedy and action moments, even Daniel had no problem with loving it without a problem. He was saving money even then, and on one faithful night approximately three months ago, the boy was walking home after making a delivery for his mother's cafe, a precious bit of money to him, one hundred dollars he wanted to buy his brother a large 'Teikatsu Soba' plushie which farted, one of the character's trademark moves, which his brother loved. A gang of hoods whom loitered in parts of the neighbor noticed Keith. They knew he -had- to have some cash, as he was always doing something productive, like the energizer bunny. The most vehement of them walked towards the boy, and clearly said. “Give us whatever's in your wallet, kid. That nice watch on your wrist, too, and maybe we won't beat you two badly.†The young man glared at the hood, his blue eyes taking in the man's features for a moment, in the dim light not ten feet from his house. “You heard me, you little piece of dung.†the hood continued. “Don't talk to yourself like that.†Keith spat, tired of being pushed around, and refusing to let his little brother's birthday present money be stolen. The hood threw a punch, and Keith caught it, throwing him clumsily, a bit of his training in Juijutsu still there, and the boy was tackled to the ground by the Hood's biggest friend. The hood chuckled, pulling out a knife, and moved menacingly towards Keith. That was when a call rang out, an all too familiar one. “Leave my big brother alone, you poophead!†The voice was Keith's little brother, who had heard his brother's voice and came out of their home. The hoods punched Kieth one, two, three times. That was when Daniel moved. He jumped on the nearest hood's back and hit him with a brick. Keith got one more punch, to the temple, and couldn't move as it happened. The entire gang of hoodlums descended on Daniel, who had just knocked out their friend, and they beat him to an inch of his life. They cut his chest, leaving a x to mark to the other gangs who had beaten him, and then they fled. It seemed like forever, the time it took Keith to crawl to his younger brother's side with his slightly broken leg, but he did, and he held his brother, screaming for help. Half an hour passed, and the boy sat beside his brother's hospital bedside, his body quivering with anger at both himself for being weak and not defending someone he loved, and at those hoods who had attacked him. Daniel whispered a plea to his older brother as he lay there, exhausted and broken badly. “I want you to read Soba to me, Ani-san.†Daniel called out, and Keith, though shocked at his brother's request, pulled out the newest volume of the comic book out,which oddly enough had came that morning, his mother had brought it to the hospital for her less hurt son to read as they waited for news from the doctor. Keith read the comic to his brother, showing him the pictures after he read the words to his brother, this issue was a story about a no name shinobi-nin from the village hidden in the trees, the village Soba was from. It was a story about the no name shinobi-nin visiting his younger brother. In the story, the older shinobi-nin was named only 'Ani-san', and in the story, the no name shinobi-nin was confronted from a group of thugs sent by the 'Bandit King', the big villain of the village. They confronted him outside of his little brother's home, and the no name shinobi-nin nearly lost, before he remembered who was nearby, who he was fighting to protect. His reason for fighting on and enduring. Then the bo summoned his strength, and defeated the bandits, using a number of the village hidden in the tree's trademark moves, as well as sheer will, to fight them off, suffering terrible wounds by the end of it, but surviving, and enduring. Keith's teeth gritted as he read it. It was a story that seemed almost to poke fun at his situation, but the boy didn't realize the celestial joke. He just realized that like that time earlier in his life, he had been too weak. He had been too slow, to fragile. He had not endured, he had not been able to protect himself. He felt the pain of the other side of love, it's shadow for the second time. He whispered a solemn wish, his body tingling as he did, his mind reeling. He wished that he had the power to fight them, the power to be like the shinobi-nin in the comic. He wanted to believe there was something somewhere in fate that would help him, help him where these 'superheroes' of the city had failed. “I wish I had the power. I... I will have the power. I won't fail my family again. I'll protect those I love. I will protect those I love... I will do it, and I won't die. I REFUSE TO GIVE UP.†The youth burst out of no where, his mind wrapping around the fact that the superheroes had not helped him or his family in this crisis. He reached for his brother's hand and then it happened. The boy felt a twinge, and he felt more powerful, energy lit up around him, and suddenly his brother's wounds were less severe, his brother had healed somewhat, suddenly. The boy looked at his brother and Keith looked back, his eyes wondering what had happened. The younger of the two grinned. “That makes me happy, Keith... I was something like what Soba might say.†The little boy grinned at his older brother, who simply looked at his brother, seeing the cut that was gone, and having felt those energies as he had, he smiled at his brother, trying to hide his shock. When he went home that night, he performed the hand signs he knew so well from being a fan of “Soba!†and to his surprise, performed the techniques. His breath heightened as his mind wrapped around this situation, on this feeling of power he suddenly had. He didn't feel like a puny child anymore, he felt powerful. He felt like he could do something about his problems, he could avenge his little brother. He could make sure that they felt the other side of love, and he never did again. That was where his call sign had been decided. 'Aikage', the Shadow of love. He resolved to begin hunting for clues on who those hoodlums were, knowing the cops had already written it off as a 'non-priority', as no one had been killed. Keith Carter's past fanned the flames of the fire that created the shadow, his mind no longer accepting him as what he was before. He felt stronger, more resilient, capable of things he could not do before. He could be the hero to his little brother's sight he had wished he could have been when he was younger. He could endure the pain of his enemies. He was not a simple nerd who loved Manga and in particular the manga 'Soba'. Because he truly believed in himself, in the possibilities, he had 'ascended' into something else, he had begun to unlock the secret strength within him, begun to become more than a mere mortal man. He had begun the path to becoming a symbol. Complications: Sense of Duty- Keith is driven to protect his mother, younger brother, grandfather, and to avenge his brother's injuries on the bullies that picked on him and sent his brother to the hospital. Secret Identity- To protect his family, and keep his actions undercover, Keith is very careful to keep his identity secret. Not doing so would cause very big problems for him. Symbolism- When Keith is in his 'Keith' identity and around his brother or around his original neighborhood, the West End, he strives to be the most upstanding citizen he can be, and tries to be as heroic as he can muster, without looking like a goof ball. He wants to be a symbol of hope to his brother. As the Shinobi-nin/Aikage/'True Believer', he strives to strike fear into bullies and violent criminal's hearts. He must mark every opponent he defeats and criminal he stops with a symbol cut into their flesh with a kunai, or so he believes. A symbol that is a cross between the Kanji for the Japanese word 'Ai', and the Kanji for the Japanese word 'Shinobi-nin.' Unknown Enemies- Keith, being the child of Katsujinken, despite not knowing it himself, is marked for death with only that as a reason. His powers manifesting would only bring more hatred towards them when they realize he exists, and this will make him an instant target of hatred, and enemy, of the Katanarchists. Likewise, when he realizes their ties to his father's death, he will likely gain another complication, 'Hatred: Katanarchists' and 'Hatred: The Crimson Katana'. Stats: 48 Str: 14 (+2) Dex: 20 (+5) Con: 20 (+5) Int: 18 (+4) Wis: 18 (+4) Cha: 18 (+4) Combat: Attack: +2 Grapple: +4 (+2 from Strength) Defense: +1 (+1 flat-footed) Knockback: -2 Initiative: +5 Saves: Toughness: +5 (Constitution=+5, Other: +) Fortitude: +5 (Constitution=+5, Other: +) Reflex: +5 (Dex=+5, Other: +) Will: +4 (Wis:+4, +) Skills: 36 ranks total= 9 PP Acrobatics 5 Ranks Bluff 1 Climb 2 Computer 4 ranks Craft (Artistic) 4 Ranks Escape Artist 4 Ranks Gather Information 2 Investigate 1 Intimidate 1 Japanese (English Language; Base.) Knowledge (History) 2 Knowledge (Pop Culture) 4 Sense Motive 5 Ranks Feats: 2 pp Attractive 1, Eidetic Memory Powers: 26 PP Ninjutsu Array 6 (Drawback: Power Loss [when unable to gesture; Uncommon, Minor]; BE: 'Courage of a Hero' Healing 6 AP: Water Spear Blast 3 (Extra: Penetrating; PF: Improved Critical 2) AP: Henge no Jutsu / Transformation Technique Morph 4 (any form; 2pp) AP: Kirigakure no JutsuObscure 4 (Sight, Selective 5 PP) (Extras: Independent) AP: Kunai/Shuriken Volley Blast 6 AP: Kunai/Shuriken Melee Strike 6 & Deflect 3 (Slow Projectiles; Extra: Move action) Super-Movement 3 (Wall-Crawling 2, Water Walking; 6pp) Ninja Movement Training Super-Senses 2 (Counters Obscure [fog/mist] on vision; Flaw: Only works on own Obscure) [1pp] Leaping 1 (1 PP) Drawbacks: 0pp DC Block: ATTACKS: SAVE DC: DAMAGE TYPE: Costs: Abilities (48) + Combat (6) + Saves (0) + Skills (8) + Feats (2) + Powers (26) - Drawbacks (00) = 90 Total Cost Total available points=90
  23. The boy simply shook his head. "The law says you have to go to school until you're of legal age to drop out and have parental permission, so I don't think you can simply cut classes. As far as your name, they'll need your legal name for legal situation reasons, and room wise, no they won't be charging you any money if your situation is like that, they did -invite- you, it seems." He shrugged. "But I can't be totally sure on these things, I'm just pretty sure."
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