Chumpsteady

Can you change the save on Area? It doesn't make sense for someone to "jump out of the way" of something that affects your brain.

Player Name: Chumpsteady

Character Name: Memento

Power Level: 10 (150/150PP)

Trade-Offs: None

Unspent Power Points: 0

Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30

In Brief: A former weapon of evil used for good.

Alternate Identity: 4L-3X-1S (birth name), Alexis Vale (human name)

Identity: Secret, most don't know Alexis is a clone

Birthplace: Space

Occupation: Superhero, games/comics store clerk

Affiliations: Freedom League

Family: The Curator (father), Siren/Cassandra Vale (adoptive mother)

Description:

Age: 0 (DoB: 2012)

Apparent Age: late teens/early twenties

Gender: Sexless, identifies male if needed

Ethnicity: Clone

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 130 lbs.

Eyes: silver

Hair: black

Alexis is hard to identify with a gender. He was made to be appealing to the human eye, he has subtle traits both masculine and feminine. He's lean to the point of almost frail, but doesn't look unhealthy. He has rounded facial features. His hair is worn short and a bit shabby. Except for head hair and eyebrows, he doesn't have hair anywhere else on his body. His clothing style is form-fitting jeans and t-shirts of various superheroes and/or superteams.

Power Descriptions: Alexis's powers are mental powers so they don't show up as anything. Those with appropriate mental senses can feel it however they do.

History:

Personality & Motivation: Alexis is a very mellow person. He doesn't get mad very easily. He was raised to be the perfect sleeper agent and now that the agent part of him is deprogrammed he can be a model citizen. He's still learning about Earthly customs and sometime trips on a few things. The month he was in the unit he learned everything about Earth's entertainment, so he takes pride in learning all there is about it. Movies, comics, games, music, he's an eclectic sort. After being deprogrammed, Alexis had no motivation than to be a normal human. Though when Siren took him in he learned about being a superhero. That's what he wanted to do! In addition to paying Mama Vale back he would be doing something for the greater good!

Powers & Tactics: When forced to fight, Alexis goes at it with an almost pacifistic manor. He will try to subdue the target before trying to hurt them. If it has to come down to absolute violence and he has to use his terrible power he will try to get it over quickly.

Complications

Gaffes and Faux Pas: He's a bit new to this whole human interaction thing. He may slip up some times.

Relationship: Siren/Cassandra Vale is his adoptive mother and mentor, they have grown family close.

Secret: No one but some members of the Freedom League knows he's a deprogrammed sleeper agent clone.

Trivia Nerd: He a bit excitable when it comes to learning something he doesn't know.

Abilities: -2 + 0 + 0 + 6 + 6 + 6 = 16PP

Str 8 (-1)

Dex 10 (+0)

Con 10 (+0)

Int 16 (+3)

Wis 16 (+3)

Cha 16 (+3)

Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP

Initiative: +0

Attack: +4 Melee, +4 Ranged, +10 Psionic Powers

Grapple: +3

Defense: +10 (+4 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed

Knockback: -5, -0 flat-footed

Saving Throws: 5 + 8 + 8 = 21PP

Toughness: +10 (+0 Con, +10 Force Field)

Fortitude: +5 (+0 Con, +5)

Reflex: +8 (+0 Dex, +8)

Will: +11 (+3 Wis, +8)

Skills: 88R = 22PP

Bluff 12 (+15)^{Skill Mastery}

Concentration 12 (+15)

Diplomacy 12 (+15)

Knowledge (current events) 7 (+10)

Knowledge (popular culture) 7 (+10)

Language 2 (English [native], French, Japanese)

Notice 12 (+15)^{Skill Mastery}

Search 12 (+15)^{Skill Mastery}

Sense Motive 12 (+15)^{Skill Mastery}

Feats: 13PP

Attack Specialization (psionic powers) 3

Distract (Bluff)

Dodge Focus 6

Skill Mastery (Bluff, Notice, Search, Sense Motive)

Taunt

Uncanny Dodge (mental)

Powers: 6 + 1 + 10 + 1 + 33 + 12 = 63PP

Comprehend 3 (everyone understands you, you understand everyone) [6PP]

Feature 1 (no one can remember what Alexis looks like if he wishes [this is Mind Blank on his appearance]) [1PP]

Force Field 10 [10PP]

Immunity 1 (aging) [1PP]

Psionic Powers 15 (30PP Array, Power Feats: Alternate Power 3) [33PP]

Super-Senses 12 (Danger Sense [mental], Mental [accurate, acute, extended 2 [1000ft], radius, ranged]) [12PP]

Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP

DC Block

Totals: Abilities (16) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (21) + Skills (22) + Feats (13) + Powers (63) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points

This may or may not be Rouge's new build. I may have this be her "offspring"

Complications

Addiction: Bathorians find beautiful things mesmerising and may get distracted if presented with such people, places or things.

Feeding: The blood of the living. Exactly one pint a night.

Sunlight: Won't bake her, but she loses access to Speed and Resurrection if there is any sunlight around.

Abilities: 0 + 6 + -10 + 2 + 6 + 6 = 10PP

Str 10 (+0)

Dex 16 (+3)

Con -- (+0)

Int 12 (+1)

Wis 16 (+3)

Cha 16 (+3)

Combat: 10 + 8 = 18PP

Initiative: +7

Attack: +5 Melee, +5 Ranged, +15 Claws and Fangs

Grapple: +8

Defense: +10 (+4 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed

Knockback: -5

Saving Throws: 0 + 5 + 5 = 10PP

Toughness: +10 (+10 Protection)

Fortitude: Immune

Reflex: +8 (+3 Dex, +5)

Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5)

Skills: 52R = 13PP

Acrobatics 7 (+10)^{Skill Mastery}

Diplomacy 7 (+10, +18 Attractive)

Intimidate 7 (+10)^{Skill Mastery}

Knowledge (current events) 4 (+5)

Knowledge (popular culture) 4 (+5)

Language 2 (English [native], French, Spanish)

Perform (dance) 7 (+10)

Notice 7 (+10)^{Skill Mastery}

Sense Motive 7 (+10)^{Skill Mastery}

Feats: 26PP

Acrobatic Bluff

Attack Specialization (Claws and Fangs) 5

Attractive 2

Benefit (Wealth 1)

Defensive Attack

Distract (Intimidate)

Dodge Focus 6

Fascinate (Perform)

Grappling Finesse

Improved Initiative

Move-By Action

Luck 2

Power Attack

Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive)

Takedown Attack

Powers: 9 + 30 + 10 + 18 + 3 + 3 = 73PP

Claws and Fangs 4 (8PP Array; Power Feats: Alternate Power 1) [9PP]

BE: Strike 5 (claws; Power Feats: Improved Critical, Precise) {7/8}

AP: Drain Constitution 5 (fangs; Power Feats: Insidious, Precise, Slow Fade 1 [1 minute]) {8/8}

Immunity 30 (Fortitude Saves) [30PP]

Protection 10 [10PP]

Regeneration 16 (Recovery Bonus 14 [+9], Resurrection 2 [once a day]; Power Feats: Persistent, Regrowth) [18PP]

Speed 3 (50MPH, 500 feet per round) [3PP]

Super-Senses 3 (Danger Sense [scent], Scent, Tracking [scent]) [3PP]

Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP

DC Block

ATTACK      RANGE     SAVE                        EFFECT

Unarmed     Touch     DC15 Toughness (Staged)     Damage (Physical)

Claws       Touch     DC20 Toughness (Staged)     Damage (Physical)

Fangs       Touch     DC15 Fortitude (Staged)     Drain Constitution

Totals: Abilities (10) + Combat (18) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (13) + Feats (26) + Powers (73) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points

This will be where I put random things I have on my mind.

Power Level: 10 (151/152)

Trade-Offs: None

Unspent PP: 1

Gold Status: 2/30

Alternate Identity: Anya Alessi

Age: 20 (born May 1990; Apparent Age 20)

Gender: Female

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 130 lb.

Eyes: purple

Hair: black with red streaks

Description: Anya has the toned body of a dancer. Her hair is long reaching the top of her back, and she has some tiny braids all though out it. Her eyes are an unusual shade due to her tranformation, but it does make her look more alluring. Her skin is fair and unblemished. Her type of dress is more mute than in her former life, wearing black to blend in with everything.

History: Anya Alessi was born in a small area of Kingston. Her life wasn't much different from other kids her age. While she would talk to people, she never really opened up, like she didn't feel alive. All that changed one day in high school. She met this strange woman who simply passed by her, dropping a flier on the ground next to her. The flier showed a rave that night. People enjoying life there, urging people to come in. It sparked Anya's interest, and that night she came into another world. She felt free, her mind opened, felt alive. It was what she was looking for.

After that night, she felt guilty, seeing what was happening there. However one day, she saw the woman again, this time on the other side of the street, dropping another flier to a rave. This time Anya followed her heart. She embraced the culture, the life it gave, everything. She managed to graduate from high school, if barely. She couldn't go back to the life she once had, the raves we're everything to her now, even if she was disgusted by what she saw and did herself. Her stockbroker parents could care less about what their daughter was doing those nights, supplying her with cash to pay for her excess. As she continued partying, she had lost her zest of vitality that she felt when she first partied, but life was all good for her...

Until that night. She was past her normal time there, but wanted to get on the floor for a bit longer. However, this time her dealer seemed a bit... off to her. She followed him back to a woman who had "better stuff than that man." She entered a room away from all the others to see that the strange woman was the one who "dropped" those fliers in the first place. Anya realized too late that she walked to her death as she was knocked to the ground and felt her blood giving away as she fell unconscious.

As she awoke and pulled herself off of the floor Anya saw her pale reflection in a nearby mirror. Though she tried to deny it, every fiber of her being screamed the truth. To her horror, she had become a creature of the night, a vampire, sired by the woman she believed her new hookup. Rummaging frantically through documents strewn about the room Anya identified the woman as Lilith Bathory, a descendant of Elizabeth Bathory. She also gleamed rudimentary knowledge of Lilith's plan to blanket the world in undeath with an army of vampires bound to her will through necromantic magic.

Anya wondered why she was alone. When she peeked out of the area they were keeping her in, she found out! It looked like a huge battle. A horrifically bloody scene where vampires were ripping and tearing each other apart. Lilith looked like she was pitting one group against another. Was she doing this for fun? Was she being invaded by rival vampires? Anya didn't know. What she did know is that she had to get out of there fast. While Lilith was preoccupied with her war, Anya made her escape.

Anya felt awful about what she saw, what she did, and what she became during those times at the raves, more so than ever before. She wanted to stop Lilith and her army from being finished and assaulting the city.

Personality & Motivation: Her personality can be described in two word: Perky Goth. Her motivation is simple. She looks to stop Lilith's rise to power. She will pay back unto her everything she took from her. She will try to save many lives in the process. She will do what she has to do.

Powers & Tactics: Anya has quite a few powers. Being undead helps her stave off the things that mortals need. She also has fangs, claws and undead flesh to protect herself. Though the really impressive powers are in her undead nature. She can change into anyone, read minds, control emotions, turn invisible or into a gaseous cloud. There's even a few tricks she hasn't learned! Her tactics are to be as sneaky as possible and hit them where it hurts. her powers aid her in this, but she's learned a few tricks ovr the years to be a force on her own.

Complications:

Enemy (Lilith Bathory)

Dependence (Blood)

In Brief: Anya has been given a new lease on life with the gift of undeath.

Stats: 0+10+-10+0+10+10 = 20pp

Str: 10 (+0), 20 (+5) [Enhanced]

Dex: 20 (+5)

Con: -- (+0)

Int: 10 (+0)

Wis: 20 (+5)

Cha: 20 (+5)

Combat: 8+8 = 16pp

Attack: +4, +10 [melee]

Grapple: +10, 17 [Enhanced]

Defense: +10 (+2 flat-footed)

Knockback: -5

Initiative: +5

Saves: 0+5+5 = 10pp

Toughness: +10 (+0 Con, +10 Protection)

Fortitude: Immune

Reflex: +10 (+5 Dex, +5)

Will: +10 (+5 Wis, +5)

Skills: 52r = 13pp

Acrobatics 5 (+10)

Bluff 7 (+12, +20 Attractive)

Diplomacy 5 (+10, +18 Attractive)

Disguise 0 (+5, +50 Morph)

Gather Information 5 (+10)

Intimidate 5 (+10)

Knowledge (popular culture) 5 (+5)

Knowledge (streetwise) 5 (+5)

Notice 5 (+10)

Perform (dance) 5 (+10)

Stealth 5 (+10)

Feats: 25pp

Attack Focus (melee) 6

Attractive 2

Distract (Bluff)

Dodge Focus 6

Fascinate (Bluff)

Fearless

Improved Feint

Skill Mastery 2 (Acrobatics, Bluff, Diplomacy, Gather Information, Intimidate, Notice, Perform [dance], Stealth)

Sneak Attack 4

Uncanny Dodge (olfactory)

Powers: 30+10+5+5+26 = 76pp

Immunity 30 (Fortitude Saves) [30pp]

Protection 10 [10pp]

Regeneration 10 (Recovery 10 [+5 bonus]; Flaw: Source/Blood) [5pp]

Strike 5

Undead Powers Array 10 (Power Feat: Alternate Power 6) [26pp]

BE: Morph 9 (any humanoid; Power Feats: Cover Scent, Precise) [20pp]

AP: Telepathy 9 and Comprehend 2 (speak any one language) [20pp]

AP: Insubstantial 2 and Flight 5 [20pp]

AP: Enhanced Strength 10 and Super-Strength 2 (Power Feats: Bracing, Countering Punch, Groundstrike, Shockwave, Super-Breath, Thunderclap) [20pp]

AP: Emotion Control 10 [20pp]

AP: Concealment 8 (all visual, all auditory, all olfactory; Power Feats: Close Range, Selective) [18pp]

AP: Healing 20 (Extra: Total; Flaws: Personal, Source/Blood) [20pp]

Drawbacks: 3+3+3 = 9pp

Vulnerability (necromancy; uncommon, major; -3)

Vulnerability (silver; uncommon, major; -3)

Weakness (beauty, opposed charisma check vs staged stun; uncommon, major; -3)

DC Block:

Attack -- Save DC -- Damage Type

Unarmed -- 15/Toughness -- Damage

Unarmed, Sneak Attack -- 20/Toughness -- Damage

Unarmed, Enhanced -- 20/Toughness -- Damage

Unarmed, Enhanced, Sneak Attack -- 25/Toughness -- Damage

Strike -- 20/Toughness -- Damage

Strike, Sneak Attack -- 25/Toughness -- Damage

Groundstrike -- 15/Reflex, Opposed Strength Check -- Trip

Shockwave -- 15/Reflex, 20/Toughness -- Damage

Shockwave, Sneak Attack -- 15/Reflex, 25/Toughness -- Damage

Super-Breath -- 15/Reflex, Opposed Strength Check -- Trip

Thunderclap -- 15/Reflex, 15/Reflex, 15 Fortitude -- Auditory Dazzle

Emotion Control -- 20/Will

Costs: Abilities (20) + Combat (16) + Saves (10) + Skills (13) + Feats (25) + Powers (76) - Drawbacks (9) = 151/152pp

Rouge struggled against Avenger's grip but failed. She screamed in anger, "He's a sick man! He doesn't deserve the same air we breathe! You didn't hear him! He's going to keep doing this! Killing people in horrible ways!" A primal scream of rage followed her rapid fire rant. The struggling had stopped but there was heavy breathing. Technically she didn't need to do this, but it was a coping mechanism. When Avenger mentioned the vampire killings it struck a chord in her. He was right. Though she felt that didn't make her any less right. "I... urgh... there's something we gotta do with this guy. We can't let him leave." A million sick twisted thoughts of how she could use the killer as her own personal play toy did not make her happy at all. It just reinforced that he was alive. Not serving his punishment.

Rouge was not as quick on her feet as she thought she was, sidestepping to the left when she should have stepped right. She caught the blade in the side. Though the slash was not as hard as the killer thought it would be! Rouge scowled and leaped out with a slash of her own, though it seemed too low. The sword-wielder didn't seem to notice and caught a caught a slash of claws in the chest.

The killer stood there, his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as he let out a gasp for air. Clutching his bloody chest, he staggered towards Rouge and whispered in her ear, "If you don't finish it, I'll go free and all of this will have amounted to nothing. How does that make you feel, Hero? A world with a murderer. A killer for justice. Complete your utopian world. Take me out of it."

Rouge screamed and tackled man to the ground, burying fangs in his neck. This was right, she reasoned, one sick demented bastard no one would miss. Ever.

Rouge's Bluff vs Killer's Bluff (1d20+20=35, 1d20+13=18)

Feinted!

Slash! (1d20+10=28)

Hit!

DC 25 Toughness (1d20+2=8)

Fiat!

Reroll! DC 25 Toughness (1d20.minroll(11)+2=15)

Staggered and Stunned!

Fiating the killer to go first, nets me HP

Killer's Acrobatics vs Rouge's Acrobatics (1d20+13=28, 1d20+10=22)

Rouge fails

Slash! (1d20+12=17)

And gets hit!

DC 23 Toughness Save (1d20+10=30)

Ad takes no damage!

With those words her rage built back up. She scowled at the murderer and yelled angrily. "You... you have no right to pass judgement on those people! They didn't deserve your 'Poetic Justice'. Why do you think you should have the right? The right to take lives?"

The man sighed and spoke in deadpan monotone, "Another one? Seriously? Did you not read anything I wrote? They were murderers for nothing. I was murdering for a justice." He reached out to his side and a sword appeared out of nowhere! "Now I can't let you go." With a quick rush and a sly flourish the killer rushed Rouge!

Across the street was what looked like an abandoned lot with a few unused apartment buildings. She quickly sped over there and searched them all. She found nothing in any of them but the last one had a one room in use. The top floor was a suite area. Very large and posh. If Rouge weren't consumed with anger, she'd have noticed all the beautiful art and finery around. No, this was personal.

She found a melodious tune floating from a grand ballroom. She didn't know what it was, but it beautiful enough to stop her in her tracks. There was a man sitting at a large piano. Was this the man who killed all those people tonight? He had an air about him. She was speechless.

He stood up and bowed a greeting with a smile to his guest, "Welcome, Hero. I'm sure you're here for either a good reason or a bad reason. Tell me, Hero, are you here to join in my work or are you just another of the heroes who will let murderers run free?"

Rouge silenced her voice where only she could hear and let out a scream of aggravation. This person wanted her to believe everything he or she was saying. It's hard to agree with someone using death as their method of message. Rouge wanted to find this person before they killed again. All bets were off now. She would find that person tonight.

It was the dead of night before Rouge found her next and final clue. This... this was horrible. A child, no older than thirteen, hung in the same position that a prostitute and a drug dealer hung from. There was no way that this could be right. At all. Angrily snatching the note, she read.

"Dear Hero,

Now, you're probably wondering why I chose such a victim, right? You think everyone is innocent? No, love, everyone has their sins. Especially this boy. This boy was much like myself, only worse. While I gave this boy the Poetic Justice he deserved, he murdered innocent people for their shoes, their jackets, their wallets. Heck he even murdered someone for a grudge. No one knew. Well, almost no one. He had built cred up with his fellow murderers and thieves that he traveled with. I'm glad I could teach you this lesson. If you want to learn more (whether you have learned anything at all) meet me across the street. We will will hopefully talk shop."

Rouge balked. Who would do such a thing? Who would justify themselves like this? She crumpled the note in her hand. The note was right. She couldn't do anything for this poor lady except wait for the cops to arrive. That and she didn't want to be around to take the blame for this horrible scene. Rouge disappeared into the shadows. She couldn't let this happen again. She was officially on full alert. If she could put herself everywhere in the Theatre District at once, she would. But she was only one woman. Only one hero.

For the next few hours it was quiet. Almost too quiet. And then the sound of struggle again. Quickly rushing to the scene, she was met with the same type of violence and gore. This time it was an elderly man. He too was clutching a note. Apparently this was the dumb type of criminal that liked to leave clues.

"Dear Hero,

If you're reading this one you've found the prostitute. Have you thought about it? Did it wring true in your head any? Let's continue with this man shall we? This man sold various types of illegal substances. He, like the whore, was killing people. Slowly watching them die so he could turn a profit. Is that the kind of villainy we stand for? This man received the Poetic Justice he deserved. No retribution for the people he has killed other than a slap on the wrist at worse or living off the taxpayers in some jail cell at best. Now, let's continue our game of cat and mouse, shall we?"

Rouge solo thread

It was a quiet July night. Rouge made her rounds as usual. The vampiric superheroine made her ways through the alleyways, keeping a vigilant eye out for trouble She had gotten complacent in her position as Avenger's errand girl and night stalker. Nothing happened around these parts. She wondered if Lilith had just up and moved away from this area sometimes. Not that she was actively searching for her specifically. But she would stop her at any chance she got. Though the underground rave scene had all but died around here.

Something caught her ear. It was a struggle! She quickly raced to the sound, only to be met by a sickening sight. The woman hung there against the wall, ten feet of the ground, in a scene too gruesome for words. Rouge did not feel fear, but this was wrong. This made her angry. She saw a piece of paper in one of the woman's hands. It looked like a note was scribbled on it. Rouge took the note and read it.

"Dear Hero,

I would like to thank you for finding this woman. I know you will probably classify me as a villain, but I have done you a favor. This woman has infected many people with vile diseases. So she is no worse than me. At least I offered her a quick death, as opposed to a slow agonizing one. Don't worry, the cops have been called. They'll be there soon. So you can either stick around and take the blame or act like you never saw this and get along with your life. Oh, there will be others tonight. Not just harlots like this, but other vile killers who need Poetic Justice."

Anya nodded to them both, "I understand. Well, I don't understand how it happened, but yeah. The kid needs a normal life. Well, as normal as it'll be with active parents such as yourself." She smiled with a wink and a nudge to Avenger before downing the last of the drink.

Anya mused silently to herself that her vision wasn't as bad as she thought it was, Phantom was part ghost or something. She wouldn't doubt it if she was. Too many weird things she had seen and happened for her to start being skeptical. Anya kinked her head to the side watching Alex move so gracefully. Was this her blood she was drinking? Was Avenger 'milking' her? Speaking of she had questions. Namely of the baby. Though how she would tactfully say such a thing was something that rolled around in her head. "So," she hung on the word for dear life, trying to phrase this question without making her look like the most horrible person ever, "I see you guys have a child. That's awesome. How's that going for you?" The question hung there for a second. "Adopted or is there something I'm missing here?"

Nock stood watching the scene beelow. I looked like the good guys had won the day. Though she did wonder where Angel went. Also, how well the one in the metal suit was doing. She could beat the stoic retreat... or she could be nice and go say hi or something of the sort. Stoic or nice, stoic or nice. The prospect of partners won over the swift exit into the night. Sheathing her sword and bow, she grabbed a ladder and slid down to the bottom. Looking around she smiled warily, "Good evening citizens!" She was trying to affect a superhero voice It was huskier than normal, though you could tell it wasn't her normal voice. "Is everything alright?" She looked over to Ironclad with a wince, "That's quite a fall you took there! Thank you for your help in taking down that villain." She looks to the Hellion and Wander, "I assume you're taking the perpetrator to the proper authorities?"

Like a dutiful employee she drank the concoction. She never had it hot before. Tepid or warm at the most, but nuked in a microwave? This wasn't bad at all either. She nodded lightly, "Yep, I'm a good girl. No hunting the living for their precious life fluids for me." She shook her head in a mock-matter-of-factly way. "Avenger even gave me a costume to wear. We decided on Rouge together though."

Anya did as she was to with a smile and a nod to her boss. When she got into the kitchen she marveled at the construction of it. Everything looked pristine and practically new. Like one of thoseAnya did as she was to with a smile and a nod to her boss. When she got into the kitchen she marveled at the construction of it. Everything looked pristine and practically new. Like one of those shots you see in the catalogues. She half expected the black marble to have little color options next to it. Very expensive and swanky looking indeed. There were two fridges. The first fridge was apparently Jack's fridge. Lots and lots of blood in that one. Anya quickly closed that one. On the second fridge there were pictures of the woman she had just met and a baby. "Huh, interesting," she mumbled to herself. then she noticed the bottles in the sink. "Weird." Either she had a kid beforehand or this is Jack's normal life. She paid no attention to it and opened the fridge, getting the drinks. When she walked out she caught a glimpse of a painted portrait of the baby and Jack. Curiouser and curiouser. Walking back out to the living room she smiled at the couple, there was a few questions on her mind.

I thought the background didn't matter, just the attitude of the character when you were playing them. In Rouge's background she's a burn out addict who's only thoughts were drugs, music, sex, raves. AFTER that when she DIED, she did a 180.

Anya sighed and then smiled, cocking her head to the side. Well isn't she quite the snarky little... She stopped her self mid-thought and the realization set in. Avenger was married. It made him even more off limits. She kept a smile even though miss guardian of the galaxy with her sly insults. "I prefer 'diamond in the rough'," she said straightening up and crossing her arms, "but hey names are just names, right?" Be the apologetic little intern. It'll get you far. Words her mother taught her years ago when she would have amounted to something played though her head.

I'd like Rouge done too if you can

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"Oh, yeah, I do all sorts of things for him," Anya chuckled, "And in return he feeds me so I don't go rabid." She thought about what 'putting on airs' meant as she looked like a scolded puppy for the reprimand. She had no idea what it meant, but it couldn't be good with Avenger's disdain. She adjusted her pants back on her hips and put her hands in her pockets.

Wife? He married? Vampires can do that? Is he still living a mortal life? Wait no, he said that I was a vampire. Is she a vampire too? Anya smirked as the whole situation played out with Avenger. A married man not telling his wife that he was 'helping' another girl. She had been in that situation before, unfortunately. And then the couch came flying. Like poetry in motion, Jack jumped to interpose the large object. So heroic, he is. Anya listened to his explanation. Guardian of all dimensions? Though she did mentally laugh out loud as the the one who protected us from Cthulhu was chucking furniture. Her smirk turned into a smile. "I am sorry for the misunderstanding, Phantom," she apologized in a happy but genuinely sorry tone. She leaned into Avenger's ear, "So is she one of us?"