Moira Morley

I need to know status. DJ's grappling Divine and Captain's grappling DJ?

Moira wiggled around giddily as much as she could in the telekinetic grip without falling out of it. "That was awesome!" Looking around, she relaxed at bit, "So this is what it's like up here? Not bad! This is like those Star Trek shows without the ship and the aliens." She trailed off on that last word as reality snapped her back to the reason she was there. With a glum tone she asked, "How long until we get there?"

Moira knew this would happen. She would have to prove that she wasn't just some pretty girl. A split second later she had an idea. Putting her drink down, she stood up in front of Angel. "Now don't move a muscle," she chuckled, "In fact, I want you to firmly plant yourself in that seat. You ready?" Angel nodded as she hunkered in to the booth. With one fell swoop, Moira reached down and with one fell swoop lightly latch her hands around Angel's wrist and behind her knee. Pulling her up, she stood her straight up in front of her with no strain or effort what so ever. Afterwards she smiled, "I'm a lot stronger than I look."

It returns :twisted:

Moira was shocked at the name that came out of Fleur's mouth. Could Avenger be an ass too? Was she hanging around a jerk crew? Well, she knew one of them, Dark Star, was good company. Maybe she had it all wrong. A twisted plan hatched in her Olympian brain. She would have to take Fleur along for the ride and it could get her a bit tipsy herself. She mentally winced at the thought of the last time she did this. But this was worth it. "Jack Faretti, eh," Moira asked standing up and walking over to the wine closet, "I didn't figure him to be the orgy type. I shall have to talk to him about that." A wicked smile crossed her face as she pulled out the amber bottle and two glasses. Putting on a more innocent smile, she turned around and returned to the table. Sitting a glass in front of her guest she poured some of the crisp honey colored liquid into it. "This cheesecake is always a bit too rich for me. Here have something to wash it down." Walking over to her seat and sitting down, she placed down a glass and poured some for herself.

I was recently introduced to World of Warcraft. I don't see what's bad about it. The story is good. The system is easy to learn. It's not something that I'd play for hours on end like some lunatics, but it's definitely not that bad.

Moira nodded more assuredly. She would keep her eyes on goal this time. If she really wanted to impress him she would make this jump without looking like some damsel in distress. Backing up to the place she started before she dug in her heels getting ready to run. With a deep breath she took of across the roof and bounded off of it with a thrust from her legs. For a few seconds she was soaring. This was the life. With a loud thud she landed on the other roof in a crouching position. She stood up slowly and turn to the Emissary and happily waved for him to come over.

Moira tried to hold in the scream. It was like the best rollercoaster ever. She let it out by the time they were away from the city enough where no one would hear it. When they finally reached space she had calmed down. It was unreal. She marveled at the heavenly bodies. Sure she had read about them in school and even seen them in movies, but it was totally different in real life. She even wondered if it was true that no one can hear you in space. "Dark Star?"

notice checks (Angel and Moira, respectively) (1d20=11, 1d20=2) I'm oblivious to anything but her :P

Moira snickered at Angel's bravado, "Aren't you sweet?" Maybe this patrolling thing wasn't such a bad idea after all. She had such a short time with the spunky girl, she wanted to get to know her better. Getting a bit closer to her, Moira softly asked, "Can I come with you?"

Moira smiled as Fleur happily dug into the cake, "I get one delivered every day. No one's said anything. They check out as clean," She sighed happily, "It's just a nice gesture from someone I don't know." Moira picked up a piece of the cake with the server and set it on her plate, "Oh no it's not rude to ask at all. I think, she shrugged. Reciting the names like it were second nature to her, "We are the Knights of Freedom. There's me, Divine. Avenger our defacto leader. Scarab, who I think is second in command. Dark Star is a really nice guy once you get to know him. Arrowhawk, though I don't really think he joined. Knight is, huh, I never talked or worked with him much. And Hellbound," she punctuated the last word with a scowl. "He hasn't been around in a while," she said with a bit of vindictive smile while slowly smooshing her piece of cake. She looked back up to Fleur in a much more peaceful manner, "If it's not too much, tell me, who was the superpowered ass you went out with?"

Woah, that's some weird shit, Moira though as the thing began to morph all unstable-like, Is it real? Captain's foot slammed into it's face with a sickening crunch. That put the adrenaline back in her system! She barely knew he was hurting him, just trying to subdue him. If she had been a little (well, a lot!) more sober she'd have felt the pain of the things. All she could think of was that she taming some weird thing as she tried to hold it down, but her grip loosened.

Two problems there actually. If I were to use and array the PCs would be drowning in HP every time I stunted something she needed. That and this makes her have to be prepared for fights, she could get it all wrong or not plan forproblem B to happen/show up.

Gains new powers if the person last poked.

Players Name: Tier 2 NPC (Moira, Electra, Angel, Heritage) Power Level: 13 Characters Name: Doctor Jian Zhou Height: 5'0" Weight: 100 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Black Description: a few pictures History: Born in 1850 to John Smith, a human biologist looking for the perfect child subject, and Huan Zhou, a woman hand picked by John to be the perfect bearer of his child. They both kept Jian emotionally distant. She did not know the love of her parents. She only got what she needed. The rest of her childhood was filled with learning. By the ripe age of 10, John started his work on Jian in earnest, using her as the perfect test subject for his experiments. When Jian expressed interest in John's work, he dutifully taught her everything as he was performing it on her. She learned quickly, absorbing knowledge beyond her years in little time. By the time Jian was 21, John had perfected what he had been looking for: the fountain of youth... in serum form. Jian knew she couldn't let this go to waste, so she killed him and used the serum on herself. Huan witnessed the cold emotionless crime and was murdered too. With her inheritance, Jian attended several institutes of higher learning. A good 20 years later she was a doctor many times over. She learned a few things while she spent then half of her life in school. The world was a sick place, mentally and physically. The scorn of not being male or fully caucasian. She could have let that get her down, but no, she was going to show them all that she could make a better world through her hands. When she returned home, she found her parents were in the same shape she left them in: cryogenically perfect. These two would be her first subjects. Working dutifully on them, she met with many of an upset, eventually having to scrap them completely. She was out of test subjects now. She took in various street urchins under the guise of helping the poor and needy. The ones that needed to feed their addictions she took in the most. No one would miss these miscreants. She considered herself a hero for doing this. Not only was it helping science, but there would be less bummers, dregs, and lowlifes in general. Years and years of experimentation brought her to her first success. The hulking manbeast that stood before her was a masterpiece of human biology. Homo Jianus was born, and this was the species's Adam! For the first time in her life she felt an emotion she had never felt before: love of living being. Not only would this get her her credit as the genius she was, but this being was made by her own hand (nevermind the former shell it used to be). When she took her creation, Joshua, back to show the scientific community, they were shocked and appalled at the grevious tampering with God's work. God's work? God's work?! Was she not a god herself for improving on His work? Shunned by the scientific community, Jian and Joshua fled for the United States. Joshua eventually began to grow old, his health degrading after years. That and he was resistant to the youth serum. Jian mercifully had to put him out of his misery. Ever since then, Jian has been obsessed with furthering her species. More recently an influx of superbeings has had her wanting to capture a few for her experiments. The one she really wants is the one claiming to be a goddess. With that kind of genetic makeup her creations would be even better! She doggedly hunts for the one they call Divine. Personality & Motivation: Cold and calculating. Even when angry, she never appears visibly upset. Her work is her greatest passion, and she considers her life of crime to be a minor annoyance, necessary only to continue her experiments. She understands that progress is only achieved by the bold, and believes that history will appreciate her works in the future. (Thanks to Warmonger for getting all prosey with it ) Powers & Tactics: She comes prepared with what chemicals, minions and device she needs. Hanging back, she lets the minions do the brute work, backing them up with said device and chemicals. Stats: 50pp Str: 10 (+0) Dex: 10 (+0) Con: 18 (+4) Int: 24 (+7) Wis: 24 (+7) Cha: 24 (+7) Combat: 20+20=40pp Attack: +10 Grapple: +10 Defense: +10 (+5 flat-footed) Knockback: -5 Initiative: +7 Saves: 6+0+3=9pp Toughness: +10 (+4 Con, +6 Protection) Fortitude: +10 (+4 Con, +6) Reflex: +0 (+0 Dex, +0) Will: +10 (+7 Wis, +3) Skills: 196r = 49pp Bluff 11 (+18) Craft (chemical) 19 (+26) Diplomacy 10 (+17) Gather Information 10 (+17) Investigate 10 (+17) Knowledge (behavioural sciences) 10 (+17) Knowledge (history) 10 (+17) Knowledge (life sciences) 19 (+26) Knowledge (physical sciences) 18 (+25) Medicine 18 (+25) Notice 10 (+17) Perform (oratory) 11 (+18) Profession (scientist) 10 (+17) Profession (psychologist) 10 (+17) Search 10 (+17) Sense Motive 10 (+17) Feats: 24pp Eidetic Memory Equipment 4 Fearless Inventor Minion 6 (5 Fanatical PL6 Minions) Speed of Thought Taunt Well Informed Powers: 14+6+1+6+5 = 32pp Chemical Mastery 3 (it takes 1 hour to prepare 15 points of powers with the chemical descriptor) [14pp] Comprehend 3 (speak, understand, read languages) [6pp] Immunity 1 (aging) [1pp] Protection 6 [6pp] Regeneration 5 (Recovery 5 [+9 total]) [5pp] Costs: Abilities (50) + Combat (40) + Saves (9) + Skills (49) + Feats (24) + Powers (32) - Drawbacks (00) = 204

opposed grapple! (1d20+22=39)

"Oh no," Moira chuckled as she grabbed a couple of plates, "I'm not leaving that group. Those guys are my friends!" She placed the plates and silverwear on the table, "You know, like Deion Sanders played football and baseball at the same time?" Walking to the fridge, she slowly swayed her hips as she hummed a bit of the tune she was about to sing to Fleur in the living room. Pulling out the cake plate out of the fridge, she smiled and walked to the table. Sitting it down she makes the dramatic reveal of the strawberry chocolate cheesecake, "Ta da!" Handing the server to her guest, she smiled, "Dig in."

"Yes it is," Moira said swooping Fleur up and carrying her like a groom carries a bride, "I've been thinking about starting my own group myself." Slowly walking towards the kitchen, she explained, "See, I'm already in a group, but that one isn't your style, I think. That and I think we're all full up. I mean six or seven is enough without forgetting people's names right?" Sitting her down at the table, she rhetorically asked, "Cheesecake," before bounding off for some plates and silverware.

Yup

Moira sighed as she showed more bee stings. She wanted to find whoever this was and beat the tar out of him. No one messed with her girls. Petting the viney hair calmed her as she looked into Fleur's eyes. "Fleur, I know you feel like a failure, but you're not. But you have what it takes to be a hero." Leaning her forehead into hers, "You remember that old Mariah Carey song?" She softly sing songed her words a bit, "There's a hero, if you look inside your heart." She smiled, "Words to live by."

Moira gently hugged the blotchy superheroine, pulling her in so Fleur's head rested against Moira's chest, slowly rocking her back and forth in her embrace, "It'll be OK, honey. We all have our bad first adventures. My first time, I had some crazy woman break into my pub and give me the biggest headache ever. If it hadn't have been for the help of a good friend I would have never done it." She stopped rocking for a second and walked them over to the couch to make them more comfortable. "Any time you need help. Any time. You call me." She didn't want to let go of her shrinking violet. She was her momma bear at the moment. anyone who wanted the flower girl would have to go through her. She relinquished her hold to see how Fleur was doing. "As for what it takes to be a hero, i'd say it takes persistance and dedication. You fall off the bike a couple of times before you ride it. I know it's probably not what you wanted to hear, but that's my sole advice."

Moira smiled and gently caressed the poor girls cheek, "Honey, I don't sleep. And you can come here anytime you want. Or call me if I'm not." She sighed, "Unfortunately there's no finesse in my style I just beat things down until they don't move anymore," she smiled at Fleur, "Which I plan to do to Mr. Bees when you tell me where to find him. But if you're looking for fighting lessons, I can hook you up with some fighters."

Angel had just fallen asleep. Giving her a peck on the cheek, Moira slipped on a Fearmaster I nightshirt and quietly shuffled off to the kitchen. She loved that girl more than anyone she had ever loved before. She thanked the gods for putting them in the right place at the right time. By the time she got to her destination, she heard a banging on the door that made her question rhetorically, Who's up this late besides me? Opening the door, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the porch light. It was Fleur and she looked hurt. "Oh," she said with a worried voice, ushering her guest inside quickly, "what happened? Are you OK? Do you need help? Who did this to you?"

She has 5 minions. It is someting she has to do in combat. Sticking her enemies and drawing out the genetic material then going to one of her minions and injecting the material into it.

So, how many ranks of Empowerment would be logically sane?for an NPC to have without it devolving into a plot device?