Player Name: Kavos
Character Name: Daemon
Power Level: 7 (105/110PP)
Trade-Offs: None
Unspent PP: 5
Progress to Bronze Status: 5/30
In Brief: A Teen Hero who gained paranormal ghost-like powers from a lab accident.
Real Identity: Oliver Isles
Heroic Identity : Daemon
Identity: Secret
Birthplace: Freedom City
Occupation: Student
Affiliations: Claremont
Family: Vernon Isles (Father), Julia Isles (Mother)
Age: 16 June 7th 1994
Apparent Age: 16
Gender: Male
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Height: 5’6â€
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Brown (Oliver) – Green (Daemon)
Hair: Mousy (Oliver)- White (Daemon)
Description: With soft but defined features Oliver would be considered handsome by most. His body is of a slightly athletic build from two years of basic martial arts training.
A habit of preferring indoor activities has left Oliver with slightly more pale skin than most American teens his age. A by-product he claims from his families’ European heritage. His short mousy blond hair is always kept clean and brushed.
Oliver’s usual clothing is a pair of dark blue jeans, held up with a black double eyelet belt, with an Army green suede jacket; knitted Persian green vest and a black suit tie with a white collared shirt. Oliver wears a pair of black and white High-tops sneakers, with the laces done up horizontally. A small silver chain sits around his neck under his shirt, and a plain polished Onyx ring sits on his left ring finger.
Daemon’s usual costume is a construct of Oliver’s mind. It consists of a black and white spandex-like jacket, with a standing collar and silver zipper down the front. A silver metal belt rests over the jacket. Black spandex pants cover his legs going into a pair of black and white boots. A pair of white gloves with black fingertips covers his hands, held secured with a black strap and buckle. As Daemon his hair turns whites and grows a good inch, to Oliver’s annoyance his hair becomes spiked forward and regardless any brushing it always returns to the same look. His eyes also turn a toxic green, that glow whenever he uses his powers.
History: The hero who would be called a ghost, a Daemon for the down trodden and helpless, began with the most humble of origins. Oliver Isles was the only son of a university chemistry professor Vernon and professional music teacher Julia Isles. Vernon was born in Norway, migrating to Freedom City when he was twenty-four to study chemistry at the Hanover Institute of Technology. Julia on the other hand was a popular French Canadian singer, until a tour in Freedom City, were she ran into a nerdy university student, Vernon.
The pair began a long distance relationship, lasting two years before Vernon proposed to Julia. The couple married in the spring and Julia officially moved to Freedom City. With her extensive singing career and the young couples desire to have a child, Julia decided to retire from the professional music business and found a job as a music teacher at The Freedom School for the Arts.
The couple purchased a small two-bedroom apartment in Riverside and fifteen months later Oliver was born. The young hero-to-be led a relatively normal if not adventures life. Once a year they would go on a family holiday to either Canada to visit his mothers’ parents and her siblings, or to Norway to be with his fathers’ parents. On occasion they would even go to France to visit his grandmother, who is a famous French Opera singer.
At the age of fourteen Oliver began having troubles with a local school gang, the bullies would bash him for his Jewish heritage. Vernon and Julia petitioned the school to intervene, but the school merely suspended the boys for a week. Outranged at the schools nonchalant attitude to the situation, Vernon signed Oliver up to take martial arts lessons at Master Lee’s school of self-defense in Hanover, several blocks away from were he worked.
Friday May 7th 2010, Oliver and his father arrived in the HIT parking lot. Oliver had gotten to go with his father to work that day due to a school report Oliver was doing on the chemistry labs at HIT.
Just as the couple entered the chemistry lab, the universities alarms began to ring. As students and teachers began to swarm chaotically and the first of the explosions rang out, Vernon grabbed Oliver and shoved him into a containment chamber. A specially designed room the size of a single person that the university used to test chemicals in. It was airtight but more importantly explosive proof Vernon hoped it would be enough to protect his son.
Despite Oliver’s protests Vernon abandoned his son in the relative safety of the containment chamber to join the other teachers in coordinating the universities students.
Oliver sank to the floor, knees tucked into his chest as he waited for his fathers return, fear and agitation pumped through his ears as more explosions rang out.
As Oliver waited a loud crash sounded in the chemistry lab, getting to his feat, Oliver peeked out of the observation port before quickly slinking back down. A large eight-foot, scaly red skin creature had walked through the wall into the lab. The monster hissed and snarled as it began tossing vials and upturning tables.
The creature approached the computer panel that controlled the chambers systems and with mighty roar shattered the panel… sparks flew as the system fragmented, vials of chemicals on the side of the chamber began to empty as the system evaporated them.
Oliver sat quietly, tears rolling down his face as his muscles shivered uncontrollably, than a green spray of gas shot up from a single vent, than another, and another… Oliver began to cough as the toxic chemicals filled the small chamber. Trying to get up Oliver started to bang on the door, but to little use, the creature had left the lab and there was nobody else around.
His eyes watering from the gas, Oliver collapsed to the floor of the chamber, his lunge burning as the chemicals infected their way into his system. Coughing one last time Oliver’s eyes closed and his world went dark.
As the day went on the brave heroes of Freedom City fought valiantly and drove back the alien invaders. Once it was deemed safe emergency crews began to scour the rubble for survivors, it took five hours before the rescue crews got to the chemistry lab and were able to drain the chamber to retrieve the unconscious Oliver.
Rushed to the nearest hospital Oliver was placed in critical condition, as the blood tests trickled in the doctors could do nothing but look dumbfounded as they read the complex and highly lethal concoction of chemicals that permeated Oliver’s body.
After two weeks in intensive care, Oliver awoke to the surprise of the doctors but elation of his parents. As his mother coddled him, his father explained about the Grue invasion as well as showed off his broken arm, and several nasty cuts he had received when he had gotten in the way of one of the aliens.
Several weeks later, Oliver was released from the hospital with a shrug from the doctors and appointments for weekly checkups. Anxious to get on with life Oliver went back to school and recommenced his martial arts lessons. It wasn’t until his first sparing matched did he notice anything different. As the youth sparred with another, he noticed was faster than he had been before, and several times he could have sworn he stayed in the air a fraction of a second too long.
The weeks went on, and Oliver found himself running longer, jumping higher, dodging faster than ever before, but it wasn’t until Saturday evening did he know something was different. As he walked home he noticed the same group of bullies that had bashed him up two years ago was following him.
Quickly Oliver ducked into an alleyway to avoid them but was knocked to the ground as he ran into other another member of the gang who had been lying in wait. Getting up off the ground as the rest of the gang encircled him, Oliver adapted a defensive stance.
The bullies smirked at Oliver’s attempt to intimidate them, one of them moving into position to ‘accept’ his challenge. As the two youths fought, the gang cheered and sneered as Oliver danced around deflecting attack after attack until he saw his opening and struck…
The cheering and sneering stopped as Oliver’s opponent looked in shock, Oliver himself stood stunned for several seconds as it registered that his hand was inside his opponent. Quickly pulling his hand back Oliver was relieved it wasn’t coated in blood.
His opponent however slumped to the floor, Oliver held his breath until he saw the other youths chest rise and fall. As the rest of the gang came to their senses they swarmed Oliver in a fit of anger and revenge. Oliver flung his arms over his head and crouched down as the mob descended. Oliver waited for the pain but was surprised when he suddenly felt as if he was falling.
With a thud and a splash Oliver found himself in the sewer waist deep in water. Looking up Oliver could see no hole in the roof? Did he go through the pavement? Like his hand had against the thug?
Running along the side of the sewer until he found an access ladder, Oliver hastily began his ascent. Just as he reached the manhole a faint shiver ran down his spine, looking back down at the dimly lit sewer Oliver saw two glistening reptilian eyes watching him from the water, a large bulky form could just be made out from under the water.
Without thinking Oliver surged upwards, suddenly finding himself in the middle of the street, the manhole still in place. His nerves on edge Oliver ran home not stopping along the way.
Once he arrived home Oliver locked himself in his room and began experimenting with his newfound power.
As time went on, Oliver quickly learnt he could pass through most inorganic matter and with some concentration he could at least place his hand through an apple. He also discovered with some concentration he could project a blast of green ghostly fire at an object. The coolest thing Oliver discovered however was his ability to become near invisible! It wasn’t fool proof, it was only partial invisibility but Oliver was certain that with more training he could eventually master it.
It wasn’t long until Oliver began to get ideas in his head, after watching a late night special on the Freedom League Oliver began to wonder if he too could be a hero, he certainly had powers now? That night after his parents had went to bed, Oliver placed on some lose fitting clothing, and grabbed a strip of fabric and cut too eye holes in it.
That night Oliver began stalking the streets, keeping himself invisible. He eventually stumbled upon his old school bullies with another group of older boys. As Oliver watched he realized that it was an initiation! His old school yard bullies were being promoted from playground bullies to full-fledged gang members!
Watching the initiation Oliver waited and followed as the bullies were given their initiation test. They were to brake into an old warehouse and loot it. Following them, Oliver skulked in the shadows, knowing he was outnumbered for a strait up fight. Occasionally one of the gang members would lag behind so Oliver would quickly jump out of the shadows, sending his palm through their body before vanishing again as they collapsed on the ground unconscious.
Finally they arrived at the warehouse, it was only then did the other gang members realize they had lost several of their members. They formed a defensive circle making Oliver’s sneak attacks worthless. Stepping out into the open the gang began to sneer as they saw wannabe hero, Oliver wasted no time and sent a bolt of ghost fire into the closest thug.
The Sneering changed to a growl of anger before one of the thugs charged Oliver with a bat, blocking the attack Oliver was stunned with how little the attack actually hurt. Coming to his senses Oliver quickly focused on the battle again, swinging around and counter attacking the baseball bat thug.
As the fight went on Oliver disposed of one gang member after another, fighting, hiding, striking, Oliver used all his tactics to win, but it wasn’t enough, more and more thugs appeared as reinforcements arrived. Surrounded and tired Oliver’s chest heaved up and down, unsure as to how much longer he could fight.
Than the gang leader appeared… a man in his early twenties, with a balled head and fire tattoo’s marking his scalp. The man sneered and taunted Oliver as fire sparked to life between his hands and ran up his arms.
The battle raged on but Oliver was already tired and sore. The gang leader constantly had the upper hand, especially since he had apparently mastered his ranged fire attacks. As Oliver weakened he could hear a faint voice in the back of his mind…
‘Let go… let go… we can defeat him… let go…’ the voice whispered as silently as a ghost. Another flash of fire scored a direct hit into Oliver’s chest knocking Oliver from his feet. Panting Oliver stayed down for a moment, closing his eyes and clearing his mind like his martial arts instructor had taught them to do.
Suddenly Oliver felt a surge of power rush through his vanes, his body lifted up off of the ground, ghostly fire consumed his cloths replaced by a web of darkness that solidified into clothing. His eyes changed to a toxic green, his hair turned white.
As the gang watched on in trepidation they could easily see the bruises on Olivers face suddenly heal. Once the transformation had finished Oliver hovered in the air, stunned by the change as much as the thugs were.
With strength renewed Oliver quickly took the offensive and quickly finished the gang leader off. Seeing their leader fall, the remaining gang members fled. Oliver approached the frightened gang leader, all he could do was murmur a faint “who are you?†To which Oliver replied, “Call me Daemon.†And with that Oliver knocked the thug out and flew off just as the police cars arrived.
Several days later, after Oliver had discovered his powers had permanently increased since the transformation and he was able to swap between his normal look and Daemons look at will. One morning as Oliver was getting ready for school, a knock came from the door, answering it, an elderly man stood there with the aid of a cane. “Mr. Oliver Isles I presume? I have a proposition for you, my name is Duncan Summers.â€
Personality and Motivation: Oliver is a quite compassionate kid with a family passion for music. Despite a promising career as a solo artists Oliver feels his powers are a gift from God, and to use them for his personal gain would be wrong. So Oliver splits his time between school, the recording studio and moonlighting as the hero ghost Daemon.
Powers and Tactics: With basic martial arts training augmented with his ghost-like powers Oliver can be a terror on the battlefield against one on one foes. Utilizing his invisibility and acrobatics, Oliver does all he can to keep his opponents flat footed so that he can perform a sneak attack against them. As Oliver’s body absorbs more and more of the toxic chemicals in his blood, his powers and physical ability increases.
Some of his powers have been augmented with traces of Der Schattenwelt, allowing Oliver to project a blast of shadowy energy at opponents. The small amount of Der Schattenwelt in Olivers blood, mixed with the chemicals produces a hellish green flame with a core as black a night.
Complications:
Secret: Oliver hasn’t told anyone about his powers, not even his family.
Triple shift: Oliver has a very busy schedule school, music and being a hero.
Hunted: The crazed mutated chemist Goanna has Oliver’s scent… could the deadly combination of toxins in Oliver’s blood be a cure to this made scientist?
Walking Dead: Oliver’s body absorbed enough deadly toxins to kill an entire room of people with a single drop. Yet he’s still alive, and the Doctors are very curios as to why.
Enemies: Oliver’s made an enemy out of a local street gang around Riverside… Hopefully they don’t learn his identity and go after his family.
Voices in my head: Oliver sometimes hears a voice in his head, especially right before he has a boost in power… Is it his unconscious mind, or is it something more sinister…
Abilities: 0 + 2 + 2 + 0 + 2 + 2 = 8PP
Strength: 10 (+0)
Dexterity: 12 (+1)
Constitution: 12 (+1)
Intelligence: 10 (+0)
Wisdom: 12 (+1)
Charisma: 12 (+1)
Combat: 10 + 8 = 18PP
Initiative: +1
Attack: +5, Melee +5, Ranged +5, Ghost powers +7
Grapple: +7
Defense: +7 (+4 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed
Knockback: -3
Saving Throws: 4 + 4 + 4 = 12PP
Toughness: +7 (+1 Con, +6 [Protection])
Fortitude: +5 (+1 Con, +4)
Reflex: +5 (+1 Dex, +4)
Will: +5 (+1 Wis, +4)
Skills: 64R = 16PP
Acrobatics: 12 (+13)
Concentration 9 (+10)
Diplomacy 9 (+10)
Gather Information 5 (+6)
Knowledge (popular Culture): 4 (+4)
Language 3 (English (native), French, Hebrew, Norwegian)
Notice 9 (+10)
Perform (Singing) 4 (+5)
Profession (singer) 4 (+5)
Sense motive 5 (+6)
Feats: 11PP
Acrobatic Bluff
Dodge Focus 3
Elusive Target
Evasion 1
Hide in place sight
Instant Up
Sneak attack 1
Teamwork 2
Powers: 14 + 1 + 3 + 4 + 6 + 3 + 6 + 3 = 40PP
Ghost Array 5 (Feats: Alternate Powers 3, Accurate (+2) [14PP]
Base Power: Concealment 10 (All Sensors) Flaws: partial) [10PP] Alternate Power: Strike 5 (Extras: Penetrating [10PP] (Phase Touch) Alternate Power: Blast 5 (Range 50ft) [10PP] (Ghost fire)
Enhanced Trait 1 (Feat: Quick change (Daemon)) [1pp]
Flight 1 (Feats: Subtle (10mph, 88ft/round) [3PP] (Ghost Flight)
Immunity 4 (Critical hits (2), Suffocation (all) (2)) [4PP] (Ghostly traits)
Protection 6 (+6 Toughness) [6PP] (Ghostly Resilience)
Regeneration 3 (Recovery Rate (Bruised) 3 (recover 1/round without rest)) [3PP] (Ghostly Recovery)
Super-movement 3 (Permeate 3 (full speed)) [6PP] (Ghost Phasing)
Super-Sensors 3 (Low-light vision, Ultra hearing, Uncanny dodge (hearing)) [3PP] (Ghost sense)
DC Block:
ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT
Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical)
Ghostfire Range DC20 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Shadow)
Phasestrike Touch DC20 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical)
Abilities (8) + Combat (18) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (16) + Feats (11) + Powers (40) - Drawbacks (0) = 105/110 Power Points