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"A fan? Of me?" another giggle-snort. What is wrong with me?! I never giggle! Mercy wonders to herself, finally managing the willpower to pull her hand away from Pompadour as the tingling makes it's way up her arm. "Yea, they're real ██████" she finally manages to sputter, glad her mask covers her blushing face as she takes the card, very careful not to touch the man handing it o her "Um, sure I guess? There's not much to teach, just hit the ██████ badguy you know?" "You're leaving? Do.. you want to patrol or something?" Mercy asks nervously, slipping the card into her belt.

Introduction Give a two or three word description of yourself. Foul-mouthed batman/superman mix. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? Mercy, Tasha, Tash. What is your full birth name? Natasha Amelia Porter Where do you live? Freedom City, USA Why do you live there? I was forced to relocate here after the disappearance of my partner. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? That would be my... strength. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? My lack of training. Physical Traits How old are you? (Chronological age as well as age category.) Eighteen! That's right! Legal woooooooo What is your sex? Female What is your race? Meat Popsicle. How tall are you? 5'2" last I checked. How much do you weigh? Why? Are you calling me fat? Because I'll defenestrate so fast your head will spin. What is your general body type, frame, bone structure, and poise? I... what? What is your skin colour? White. What is your hair colour? Brown, are you blind? What is your hair style? I don't really have a style, it's a #&%$ to cut though, so it's usually pretty long. Which is cool since bulletproof hair sort of works like a helmet. Do you have any facial hair? ... What is your eye colour? Brown. How attractive are you? *shrug* Super sexy! What is your most distinguishing feature? My hair I guess? But mostly because it usually looks like I need to comb or cut it. Do you have any scars, tattoos, or birthmarks? No, scars tend to heal over, tats are kinda hard to get when the needles can't penetrate the skin. And if I have a birthmark it's nowhere I(or you) can see. What is your handedness (left/right/ambidextrous)? At first I was just right-handed, but Justice(my crime fighitng partner) helped turn me into an amb-ambli-... a two handed fighting machine! Do you resemble some currently known person? Besides myself? No. What kind of clothing do you wear? *shrug* Jeans, T-shirts with funny stuff written on them. Honestly as long as they cover my naughty bits I don't really care. Do you wear makeup? Only for disguises. What sort of vocal tone do you have? Smooth I guess? History Where is your homeland? Amerika! Are you aware of its history? Nothing besides how much ass it kicked! Are you patriotic or a social outcast? Neither? I'm not overly impressed with the way things are but I don't have any idea what to replace it with. Or how. What are your opinion of home? It's a great place, I wish I was there. Where is your home town? I uh, don't know. Los Angelas if I had to pick somewhere. Are your real reasons for becoming an adventurer different from what you tell others? Not really. How far would you go to keep such secrets from being revealed? What would you do if the truth became known? Break bones? I'd say risk my life but I've yet to find anything that could really hurt me. And I'd just adopt one my specially prepared alternate Identities. What do you fear would occur if the truth became known? That my partner will show up and kick my ass for getting sloppy. Do you have any particularly high or low ability scores? High strength, low nothing! /flex How have these scores affected your life so far? Well, I do seem to be unafraid of things most people run away from. What about your race, growing up were you in the majority or a minority? I suppose I was in the minority in my little slice of L.A., but no one really seemed to care. At least not to my face. Which is too bad, punching is fun. Did this impact your outlook in any way? Nope. How do you feel about other races? Like martians? As long as they're not invading I don't care. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? My parents dropped me off at child welfare when I was young. And then no one wanted me I guess... Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. I ran away from 'the man' and started making my own way. Learned alot of lessons, both good and bad. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? Put up with getting pushed around by people weaker than me. Which toys from your childhood have you kept? None. Why? What do they mean to you? If you didn't keep any, why not? What did you do to them all? Because everyone else took them, a-holes. Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? Not to your knowledge. Are you who you claim to be? Yes. Do you have any sort of criminal record? Who doesn't? How do you view the heroes/legends of your country? They need to make way for the next generation(namely me) Family Who were your parents? The porters. I don't know much beyond that. Thanks for reminding me. Jerk. Were you raised by them? If not, then why didn't they and who did raise you? No, they abandoned me because of my 'special needs'. It's not my fault stuff is so easy to break! And I raised myself! Foster parents are worthless! What was their standing in the community? How the hell should I know? Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? I moved around alot. How did you get along with their parents? Not very well. How would your parents describe you? Answer this in the voice of your mother, then in your father's. Probably as some sort of terrible demon child. At least that's what Sister Agnes always called me. Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what were their names? How did you get along with each of your siblings? No. At least, I don't think so? What was your birth position in the family? The one and only child! Though now I'm not so sure. Thanks again. Jerk. List all current knowledge of family locations, spouses, children, birth dates, schooling, and any important incidents that only you and they might remember. No. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? I don't talk to them and I'm not strange! Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? I hate my parents. Alot. I love my crime fighting partner(who shall remain nameless) in a completely non-creepy way. And if you mention that to her I will hurt you. Alot. Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? My mentor was. I mean crime fighting partner. Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? Me. Unless you get rid of the white sheep? If so, who are they and how did they "gain" the position? I think the final stra was me tearing the refridgerator door off. Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? No flippin' clue. If so, what did this person do to become famous or infamous? See last question. Do you try to live up to the reputation of your ancestor, try to live it down, or ignore it? No. Do you ever want to have a family of your own someday? I dunno, haven't really thought about it. Too busy. Would anything change your mind on this issue and if so, what? A boyfriend maybe? What type of person would be your ideal mate? Probably one I wouldn't be able to accidently break. Or could heal if I did. Though the sound snapping bones make is grody. Relationships Do you have any close friends? If so, who and what are they like? Justice, she's so nice and caring... and can kick anybody's ass. What is the history of their relationship(s) with you? She's my crime fighting-partner, mentor, and possibly my legal guardian? How does that work if they're missing? Do you currently have a best friend whom you would protect with your reputation or your life? Justice, but I already #&% that up real good. If so, who are they and what caused you to feel so close to them? What would have to happen for you to end this relationship? She saved me from going to jail and took care of me when everyone else just wanted to use me. Of course I wouldn't have been headed for jail if it hadn't been for her.... Do you have any bitter enemies? One or two. If so, who are they, what are they like, and what is the history of their feud with you? The sinners. I will destroy them and they're stupid little club. They took my friend and that's just not gonna fly. Have you defeated them before? Seeing as how they're still around, no. How might these enemies seek to discomfit you in the future? Dying sounds pretty uncomfortable. And considering how tough I am to hurt probably very loud as well. Which person(s) or group(s) are you most loyal to? Justice, me. Who is your most trusted ally? Justice Who do you trust, in general? Nobody. Who do you despise and why? The Sinners, people who prey on the weak(because it makes them weak to do so) Name seven things you hate in others. Bullets, knives, superpowers(aimed at me), trash talkers. Yes I can count, no there's not seven things there. Is your image consistent? Yep. Do you deliberately present yourself differently in different situations, and how? I try not to break things when out of costume, does that count? What would you die for? A klondike bar! Or some nameless idiot in a bank. Which almost happened. What is the worst thing someone has done to you? Impalement What is your general reaction to an attractive member of the opposite sex who lets you know they are available? No comment! Next question! now! How do you get along with others of the same adventuring class? Class? It's not school man. I try not to get into fights with the other good guys and beat the crap out of the bad guys. Who cares how strong they think they are. Have you lost any loves? Like boyfriends? No, I'd have to have one to lose one. How did you handle the situation (short & long term)? ... Who would miss you should you go missing? Uh, nobody I guess. God that's depressing. You ask alot of depressing questions, you know that? How close are you to your adventuring companions? Justice and I are real tight. If only I knew where she was. What do they not know about you? I love trashy romance novels? Are you a member of any house, guild, organization, or church? What is your level of involvement? I go to claremont and I'm a member of the Virtures, ......technically Personality & Beliefs Do you, or did you, have any role models? Justice and myself! Do you have any heroes or idols, either contemporary or from legend? Not really. Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? Nope! When did you decide to become an adventurer? WHen someone said "Do this or go to jail" Why have you chosen to risk your life as a career? A little something I like to call ~Jailtime~ What do you expect to get out of being an adventurer? What, if anything, would make you stop adventuring? What do I expect to get out of it? Nothing much besides the chance to beat people up and get thanked for it. Death would stop me, as would jail probably. Do you have any dreams or ambitions? If not, why? Just rescuing my partner and going home. Other than that I'm pretty happy with my life as-is. What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? Rescuing Justice. What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? Fight! Win! Save the woorrrrrlllld! If these goals seem at odds with each other, or with your dreams, how do you reconcile the differences? But they're not? Do you have any great rational or irrational fears or phobias? If so, what are the origins of, or reasons behind them? I hate bugs so much. Bugs, insects, arachnids. Any creepy crawly. Just.. ew. How do you react when this fear manifests itself? Violently, usually with a shoe or book. What are your attitudes regarding material wealth? It's awesome. I wish I had more of it. Are you miserly with your share of the wealth, or do you spend it freely? Spend freely! If you aren't spending your money it's like you don't have it. Do you see wealth as a mark of success, or just as a means to an end? Both! How do you generally treat others? However they treat me. Eye for an eye, shot for a shot Do you trust easily (perhaps too easily) or not? Not really, though I like to give people chances anyway. Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Introverted on things that matter(never show weakness!) and extroverted with things that make me angry, or things that make mehappy but I don't really care about. Are you a humble soul or blusteringly proud? Blusteringly? Really? Well I'm certainly proud. What habits do you find most annoying in friends? Them ditching me. What are your most annoying habits? I'm a bit slovenly... Is there any race, creed, alignment, religion, class, profession, political viewpoint, or the like against which you are strongly prejudiced, and why? Evil. Evil people, evil things, evil professions, selfish political views. Because evil is bad. What is your favourite food? Sandwiches. What is your favourite drink? Vodka What is your favourite treat (desert)? frozen reeses peanut butter cups. Do you favour a particular cuisine? Are sandwhiches a cuisine? Do you savor the tastes when eating or "wolf down" your food? Wolf down. Do you like food mild or heavily spiced? Spiced! Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? Any bug-like.(so crabs/shrimp?) What are your favourite colour(s)? Green, black, red Is there any colour that you dislike? Not really... Do you have a favourite (or hated) song, type of music, or instrument? I tend to like pretty much anything given a chance. I love 'One fine day' by the offspring. If you have a favourite scent, what is it? Wet cement(like just after it rains) What is your favourite type of animal? Turtles! Are you allergic to any kinds of animals? Nope! Is there anything that enrages you? Things that make me angry. Is there anything which embarrasses you? Touchy-feely crap. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? Comforts! Roughing it is for people with something to prove! Do you have a patron deity? The porcelein god Are you devout or impious? I used to worship several times a week, not so much anymore though. Do you actively worship and proselytize or do you simply pay lip service? I'm not sure how lip service would work here. Would you just pretend to be trashed? What's the point then? What lengths would you go to defend your faith? Not sure of the exact amount, but however much it would take to get me alcohol poisoning. Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special? A very special man named Jack Daniels. Do you belong to a dominant church, or an independent church, cult, or sect (and is the group accepted, frowned upon, or considered heretics)? If there's a bar, I'm ready to worship! Will you kill? No When did you decide (or learn) that you would? Never! Ever! No matter what! At least not on purpose... When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances)? Taking someone with me.. maybe? I don't plan on dying though. When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)? Always. What would you do if someone else attempted to (or successfully did) kill under your "wrong" circumstances, what would be your reaction? Kicking, punching, screaming. The usual. What if it were your enemy? More kicking/screaming/punching than usual. What if it were your friend? Probably more crying than usual. What if the opponent were not in control of their own actions (under duress, charmed, dominated, possessed)? less kicking/punching/screaming. What would you do if something were stolen from you? Find it. Hurt who took it. What would you do if you were badly insulted publicly? Punching. Kicking. Screaming. What would you do if a good friend or relative were killed by means other than natural death? Get revenge in the most painful way possible short of killing. What is the one task you would absolutely refuse to do? Kill someone. Eat a bug. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? Murder. Because you can't make up for that. Ever. How do you feel about government (rulers) in general? Why do you feel that way? They're annoying, but I don't know how to make them to leave me alone. Do you support the current government of your homeland? Ish. It's there. I can't get rid of it. Wish it were better though. If so, how far are you willing to go to defend the government? If not, do you actively oppose it? Pretty far I guess. I mean it might be full of idiots but they're American idiots. What form of government do you believe is the best (democracy, monarchy, anarchy, aristocratic rule, oligarchy, matriarchy) and why? I don't care really. Whatever one we have. Do you have any unusual habits or dominant personality traits that are evident to others? I mutter to myself sometimes? If so, describe them and how you acquired them, as well as when they might be more noticeable and what causes them. I don't know, it just kinda started on it's own. Do you have any unusual or nervous mannerisms, such as when talking, thinking, afraid, under stress, or when embarrassed? My scalp starts to itch. What is your most treasured possession? My cape! If your life were to end in 24 hours, what 5 things would you do in those remaining hours? Get Drunk, get laid, eat until I threw up, rescue Justice, save the world. Career & Training Where and how were you educated? Um, public school, then on the streets, then home school and now I'm in a private school. Who trained you in your adventuring class(es)? My partner Justice. What was your relationship with your teacher(s)/mentor(s)? She's the closest thing to family I have. Is this person or institution still in existence? They'd better be. Were you a prize student or did you just barely pass? Both! Not much of an accomplishment when you're the only student. Look at your skills. How did you acquire them (especially the unusual ones)? Training! Practice! Have you ever done anything else for a living? Robbed, stolen, and mugged. How do you function in combat (maneuvers, weaknesses)? Violently. Find the bad guy, hit him till he stops doing bad things. Have you ever received any awards or honours? No. Jerks. Is there anything that you don't currently know how to do that you wish you could? Swim. Are you envious of others who can do such things in a good-natured way or are you sullen and morose about it? Yep. Lifestyle & Hobbies When not adventuring, what is your normal daily routine? Eat, sleep, watch tv./read. How do you feel and react when this routine is interrupted for some reason? Annoyed. What are your hobbies when you are not adventuring or training? Surfing the web. What do you do for relaxation? What things do you do for enjoyment? What interests do you have? Drink, hang out, party. How do you normally dress when not in your adventuring gear? With my underwear on the inside. What do you normally wear in bed at home? Whatever I wore that day. What do you normally wear in bed while adventuring? You don't sleep and 'adventure'. Do you wear any identifiable jewelry? No. Where do you normally put your weapons, magic items, or other valuables when you are sleeping? Next to the bed. What morning or evening routines do you normally have? Wake up, hit snooze, sleep. Repeat about 12 times. Do these change when you are adventuring? Yes, which sucks. Travel: how do you get around locally? Fly! Do you have a Last Will and Testament? Nope What does it say? Nothing. Miscellaneous What would you like to be remembered for after your death? Something not embarassing. What kind of threat do you present to the public? None! I'm the good guy! If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? Fingerprints? D.N.A.?

The younger heroine landed next to Pompadour, intent on telling him to buzz off and that she could handle these jackals on her own, but the closer she got to Pompadour the less it seemed to matter. What was important was the way the sunlight glinted off of his glossy hair. "Get a hold of yourself! Mercy told herself firmly, shaking her head as she tried to think of something other than her rescuer. Deciding that since he had everything under control she was about to take off when he grabbed her hand, shook, and kissed it in a gentlemanly manner despite it being covered by a glove that had punched through god knows what. Swearing she could feel a tingle on her skin despite the garment, the young heroine let out a soft giggle that(much to her horror) ended in an un-ladylike snort. "I'm Mercy" she says in an air-headed manner a few moments after the introductions are made.

"I didn't get cut in half ok?! Stop saying that, I was...." The floating heroine spun on Pompadour, trailing off as her mind went when she laid eyes on him, "I.. um.. Hi I'm.. um.." The reporters were already pretty calm. After all, this story was safe enough that they didn't really have to worry about bodily harm(After all, mercy could only grab, lift, and shake one of them at a time and she already had someone) interesting enough that they could take an early lunch and call it a day. Of course Pompadour's sudden appearance set off an entirely new round of 'out loud' conjecture and questioning. "Pompadour! Do you have any plans to return to your evil ways? Are you trying to bring Mercy over to 'the dark side'?" "Or is Mercy trying to stop you from reverting to your villain identity? Is she failing as bad as she did with the bank robbery?" "Did Mercy approach you for tips on how to be a super-villain?" "Are you the reason Mercy and Justice broke up? Did Justice take time off to have your love child?" Luckily for them, Mercy was too distracted by her would-be savior to notice, the reporter that she'd snagged was now (calmly) dangling from one hand, looking annoyed as he wriggled free of his jacket to land safely on the ground below.

Friday May 22nd: Quiver's opening night! Quiver raids a benefit concert.

Ok mercy edit time! Dropping three of her now extra equipment points into her throwing discs(2 points into the level of the power and 1 point into the thrown) and it would be helpful to me personally if you could mark her wealth equipment as such. So something like: I'm aware I have a free ep floating around, I'll just save it for later I guess, unless.. can I get snare as an AP to her throwing discs? It'd be snare 4. Basically just bolas. The changes to her throwing discs would make the Save DC 23(which is funny since her unarmed is only 21) the reasoning behind this would be she has more control of her strength when she's going hand to hand, but is a little less sure of herself with her throwing discs(and deciding to err on the side of caution she just throws hard). Updated by Doc.

Oh right also, I put it in here because it's the only mention I could find of night life and music. But the other threads all seem to be classy stuff. If anyone knows a better spot for a teeny-bopper concert to be held please speak up :D

Ooc comments go here! Be nice, I'm new at this stuff.

Realizing that she was finally at her stop, she noticed the man was still leering at her, despite many angry glares thrown his way. With a shrug and an evil smirk she blew him a little kiss, the air humming softly as she worked her magic. It had taken her a while to figure this little trick but it had provided her no end of amusement by using it on people who annoyed her, but she couldn't actually attack outright. As soon as the hum reached the man he shuddered, the bent over in his seat, reching loudly as he suddenly felt like he was spinning and falling at the same time. Laughing(cackling really) the blonde hopped off the bus with a wave. Putting on her mask and stashing her coat safely in an alley, she stood outside the concert building for a moment, shivering in the cold. "Ok I can do this, just vibrate my feet and I should sink" Quiver muttered to herself, trying and failing to dig down where she was standing. Sighing in annoyance and feeling rediculous she bent over, intent on using her hands to dig. A honk, and a whistle from a passing car made her jump up, face going crimson as she lashed out angrily, throwing a bolt of.. whatever it was she threw at the vehicles tires, causing it to crash into a nearby fire hydrant. "Crap" Quiver whined to no one in particular, nervousness that someone would call the cops early breeding innovation as she simply shot at the ground, turning the sidewalk into so many chunks of rock and making a little tunnel for herself, quickly collapsing the entrance after she made it in. It was obvious that something had destroyed the sidewalk, but at least no one would follow after her. Feel much safer in the dark, enclosed space, she started 'drilling' towards the sound of music. Tina's music, defiled by someone elses voice.

Things would regularly send Tina into a 'pity attack' as Leslie thought of them. It could be anything, a bad dream, a piece of clothing she'd worn to a party, hearing one of her songs on the radio, or even catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror(until Leslie had gotten rid of all the mirrors in the apartment anyway). Sighing in annoyance and resignation she picked up the monitor, both glad and disappointed(the damned machine just wouldn't die) when it flickered to life, mostly legible despite the huge crack. After ten minutes or so of combing through the history she was reasonably sure she'd found the culprit. After a few more minutes of swearing to do things to people that were probably physically impossible, she read the page again, more carefully this time. Their old record company was holding a benefit in Tina's name, for burn victims and the like. Using threats, pleading, violence and sheer strength of will, Leslie had managed to keep the fact that her girlfriend was covered in burn scars down to nothing more than unsubstantiated rumor. But they had apparently found a way around that, by not actually stating that Tina was a burn victim herself. Just implying it heavily while allowing some new young diva to cover her songs. Leslie hadn't planned on going out in costume yet, but she didn't see any other way to stop this. With a sigh she pulled out her boots with the torturously high heel and started to slip them on... "Sweety, I'm going out. I'll take care of this don't worry!" she called to Tina as she wrapped herself in her trenchcoat, pocketing her mask and walking out of her apartment, noodles forgotten and still boiling on the stove.

"Tina!? Sweety?! Where are you?!" Leslie nearly screamed into the tiny apartment, voice ripe with fear as she strained to hear anything over her neighbor's annoyed pounding on the wall and muffled "Shut up!". Oh god, she's not at her computer! Did someone break in? What if she's been kidnapped?! Oh god oh god please no It was practically impossible to tell if someone had broken in. The place was a disaster as usual; Leslie didn't have time to clean(or energy after working all day) and Tina simply didn't bother. Spending all of her time on the computer crammed into a corner of the living room if Leslie wasn't home. It was an odd thing, to be jealous of an object, but jealous Leslie was. It was always a trial to get her beloved girlfriend away from the thing. Except she wasn't there now and the computer's monitor was on the floor, a large crack running through the middle. Finding the bathroom locked she put her ear to the door "Sweety?" breathing in relief as she heard a quiet sniffle and a piece of paper appeared from under the door. The paper was creased and wrinkled from use and said simply 'Go away'. Jotting down a quick 'Love you' on the back, she shoved the note back under the door, slumping against the fake wood as she waited for her heart to stop beating so fast. After a few minutes, when her legs didn't feel quite so much like jelly, she stood up and made her way over to the computer to see what had set off the love of her life this time.

Leslie walked into her apartment with a grateful sigh, bumping the door shut with her hip while juggling the bag of groceries in her arms. Dressed in a snappy suit that made her look like a high-powered businesswoman rather than the junior secretary that she was, she surveyed her apartment. it was too small, messy, and the previous tenants 'old people smell' still hadn't gone away despite her best efforts involving incense and scrubbing and the one window faced the brick building across an alley. Work had been long and trying and she sighed in relief as she was finally able to kick the heels off of her aching feet. It was date night! Her girlfriend, Tina, hadn't left the apartment since she'd been released from the hospital, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a fun night in! Not that they'd ever publicly gone out even before the.. accident. Their manager had talked them into keeping their relationship a secret 'just for now' and now that 'now' was over, it seemed that they'd never get to go out on a nice date. "Don't be such a baby" the blonde scolded herself with a sniffle, wiping a tear from her eye as she started cooking. Spaghetti with garlic bread. Truthfully, the only thing that made it different from any other night was the candles, the cheap wine, and the romantic movie she'd rented. But it would be enough. The two of them would chat about stupid things and pretend their life was as good as it was suppose to be, instead of wallowing in pity because of how bad it really was. It took her a full ten minutes to realize that she couldn't hear the distinctive 'Clack clack' of her girlfriends typing filling the tiny, dingy home.

Date: May 22nd, 2009 That Quiver, she never forgot her roots. Grew up to become a super-villain, powers and all, and still rides the bus! the shapely blonde thought wrly to herself with an annoyed grimace, not really liking that thought. Was she really a bad girl? No, not yet. But she certainly planned to be. Prepared for it even. In fact she was on her way to rob and probably hurt people right now. People she didn't know, people who just wanted to get by and have fun. People she probably wouldn't mind being friends with. All for personal gain and revenge. And it is selfish, even though I'm doing this so Tina can be happy, that's only because I'm happier when she's happy. Thinking of her girlfriend strengthened her resolve, an evil smile curling over her beautiful face. Time and again she'd managed to find a small bit of happiness in the world, only to have the world smash it to pieces and take it away from her. Well not this time, not next time. Never again, from now on I'll do the smashing. I have the powers and no one is going to stand in my way A car, I need to get a car. This bus smells awful She was sitting in the middle of a packed bus, feet in the aisle because there was something sticky(please god let it be gum)on the floor in front of her seat. An overly large trench coat kept most of her covered, shiny black boots peeking out from the bottom with similar gloves poking out of the sleeves and a greasy man leering at her three seats down. Probably thinks I'm a street walker! I certainly feel like one, I have no idea what got into me when I chose this costume! WIth a sigh she tried to ignore the bus full of people, her mind drifting back to just a little while ago....

A little scene where Pompadour and Mercy make the news!

It'd been a trying couple of months for Tasha, who'd gotten her derrieré handed to her attempting to foil a bank robbery. She'd been forced to sit in a special, high-security wing of the hospital designed especially for heroes with nothing to do but study(shudder) and watch television. Unfortunately the first thing she saw was the news, looping security footage of the bank robbery that she'd failed to stop. After tearing out her stitches tearing down the T.V. the hospital very politely declined to replace the device. ********************************************************************************** "After months in recovery, the heroine 'Mercy' former sidekick to L.A. based hero 'Justice' is being released with a clean bill of health after a failed attempt to stop an as of yet un-named villain." Similar lines were echoed by the small gaggle of reporters as Mercy is wheeled out of the hospital in full(and fully repaired) costume. Standing up she's assaulted with questions as she futiley tries to pull her cape free of the chair's wheel(it'd gotten tangled up in there somehow). "Mercy! Is it true that you did more damage to the bank than the villain? Do you have something against Metro City Bank?" "Is it true that you and your partner broke up over a man?" "After such an embarrassing defeat have you considered retiring?" Similar questions kept coming. Which was nothing special really, truthfully the story would have probably been scrapped for something more interesting that happened between then and the nightly news if it wasn't for Mercy's reaction. "Oh screw you guys!" the heroine roared, twirling around and yanking on her cape hard, which sent the poor, unassuming wheelchair flying through the air only to crash into(and crack) the windshield of a nearby news van. "What happened to Justice is none of your business!!! I'm out there risking my life to save you idiots. I mean, I'm bullet-proof! What do you think would have happened to a normal person if they'd tried to stop that guy? Do I get a thank you?! Or ask for money? Or anything? No. I get made fun of and ridiculed for trying!" "You'd have to actually save someone to get a thank you!" one of the reporters quipped back at Mercy as she continued her tirade, setting off a chorus of snickers. In a flash the heroine had him by the shirt and was floating in the air, dangling him ten feet off the ground. "I've saved lots of people!" she snaps back, shaking the man, "What have you done?"

"Sure! Great." Mercy replied as she flopped into the chair, pulling up the bottom of her mask(and just baring her mouth and chin) so she could messily tear into a multitude of snacks. Drinking an entire bottle of water in one go she casually tossed it over her shoulder and brushed the mounds of crumbs off of her costume with a resigned sigh. "Always with the dodging. I can take bullets but nono, it's important that people don't break their hands on me." she complained loudly as she fixed her mask then asked hopefully, "I don't suppose knocking them out before they get a chance to hit me would count as not getting touched?" She evaded her first opponent, a tall skinny man with disturbingly long arms, with ease. Not so much ducking and weaving as swaying in place, making it look laughably easy as stood there, laughing at him. "Wow you're terrible. Are you even trying?" she taunts. "Can't touch this! Dun nununun!" sang the tone-deaf heroine as she ducked, wove, and otherwise twisted away from her second challenger, who nearly tags her but she always manages to stay just out of reach. Mercy doesn't do quite as well on the last two, tripping over her cape and landing on her rear while trying to camouflage her movements with said garment. The last man, a hulking brute who moved much too fast for his size, tagged her three times so easily she took to the air in surprise and snarled "If this were a real fight I'd destroy you! Dodging is stupid!"

Done, done, done, and done! Tina cannot talk at the moment(not even growly noises) but can scribble a mean note and text at amazing speeds. I suppose this would be a good time to ask, I can make her a super-powered sidekick later right? Cause that's my plan once Quiver advances a little and pulls off a few successful heists.

Average:Miss! 7 18 8 Tough:Miss! 10 17 19 Challenging:Hit! 18 23 20 Formidable:Hit! 26 28 30 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2080650/ Awwww Total defense to bring my defense up to 20 Post will be forthcoming later

"Whatever floats your boat, sir, just try not to get too close" The young heroine replies flippantly, shooting into the air. Whether she was flying or just leaped it's hard to tell, but she certainly landed, none to softly, on one of her opponents who folded with a choked cry. Mercy had never really viewed her training as 'art' despite what her mentor had called it and it showed as she quickly dispatched her three remaining opponents. With a backflip and a spin in mid-air that only someone who can fly could pull off she knee'd her second adversary in the face. The remaining two managed to dodge her mid-air roundhouse kick, but Mercy simply landed between them, balancing on one leg, bent like a 'T' as she hit them both in the stomach, one with her foot the other her fist. "How was that?" She asked, slightly distracted as she tried to straighten out her cape(the thing always got tangled in a fight.

Fun times: Average:1d20[19]+6=25*Hit!* Tough:1d20[19]+6=25*Hit!* Challenging:1d20[5]+6=11*miss* 1d20[20]+6=26*Critical Hit!* Formidable:1d20[18]+6=24*miss* 1d20[20]+6=26*critical hit!* After the initial one, I just rolled them all at once, hope that's not a problem? http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2080249/ http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2080250/

Honestly after the snorefest that was Sarah conner chronicles(The first season, didn't bother with the second), I was all set to hate it.. but the previews look really good. I'm seeing it this weekend. But I'm more looking forward to 'Drag me to Hell' next weekend ;)

All editerized Thanks on the dodge thing, hadn't realized that. I originally had a high FF and a lower dodge but then realized(as I was posting her) since my FF doesn't protect against everything it'd probably be better the other way around(which is why some things might be off) And yea, immunity was for mainly for reflectors. Didn't realize it'd work against mimics(Cool!)

Wait, now I'm confused. Non-permanent Force field really needs to be selective to let you attack from it? That doesn't make any sense to me. Nothing in the description of force field says it's used to keep things in. Create object for a dome or whatever I could see. But selective on a force field is for.. say letting someone stick you with a syringe without having to drop it. Or eating(as you pointed out). Or what if you're power set revolves around one thing. Like a light controller. Why wouldn't he be able to shoot lasers through his light-based FF?

Sorry if my attacks are a little wonky, the spaces are there when I edit and stuff but when it's posted they're gone. And I wasn't sure what exactly to put for damage type on most of them. Should I mention it's bludgeoning? I can switch freely between lethal and nonlethal right? I added in hit and safe zones for places she's likely/unlikely to attack or pick a fight in. It's right under personality and motivation. If you don't like that feel free to tell me to get rid of it or cut it out yourself.

Players Name: Vith Power Level: 10 (150/151pp) Trade-Offs: 0 Attack for 0 Damage, +3 Defense for -3 Toughness Unspent PP: 1 Characters Name: Leslie Lipps Alternate Identity: Quiver Height: 5'1" Weight: 121 lbs Hair: Blonde Eyes: Blue Description: Leslie is a beautiful, busty, blonde bombshell with natural attributes that many woman would kill for. Her sole identifying mark is a black tribal tattoo on the small of her back. Lately in her civilian life she's been making a half-hearted attempt to dress down. Not wearing maekup, long skirts, glasses instead of contacts, things like that which brings her down from gorgeous to pretty. Her costume consists of a domino mask, strapless leoatard, elbow length gloves and thigh-high black boots. Everythings made of a shiny black material with golden trim. In either getup she carries herself with confidence and grace, also she's not only aware of her own beauty, but has had a lifetime of practice in using it to get her way. History: Always the underachiever, Leslie used to coast through life mainly on her looks. People would look at her and usually just assume she was another pretty, airheaded blond and she didn't really try to prove them wrong. Dropping out of school to pursue and acting/modeling career that has never taken off, she's had tons of different jobs as a waitress, secretary, pick-pocket, a rather successful run as a magician's assistant as well as a multitude of other things. That was, until she met her soulmate at one of her gigs as a backup dancer. Tina Maree, a pop princess who was starting to get 'too old' to be a princess anymore It was at one of these gigs(working as a backup dancer) that she met her soulmate Tina, an up and coming pop princess. It was after the show, Leslie had snuck backstage and was pilfering things to sell on E-bay when she was caught by the little diva who immediately tried to take her on by herself instead of calling for security. It was love at first tackle and Tina quickly signed Leslie up for a more permanent positions, bringing her along to concerts letting her stay with her at her high-priced hotels. They kept their relationship a secret(Tina's manager said it would be better to wait and spring the news later, when doing so would help boost her popularity again. So in public they seemed to be just good friends. Leslie didn't mind, in private they lived like queens and had each other. It was a brand new, experimental sound system that changed everything. Donated for a three day event in Freedom City by an anonymous R&D company to test out, it was suppose to be resistant to any sort of weather, survive any sort of punishment up to and including bullets, and had it's own poewr source. Instead of a microphone there was a small silver choker that would not only broadcast the singers voice but massage her vocal cords to let her sing longer with no ill effects. It's still unclear what went wrong. Shoddy workmanship, a miscalculation, or if the company was just plain lying. But on the second day a storm was brewing. Assured that everything would be safe and the equipment would be fine Tina (and Leslie as a dancer) wen on with their performance in the rain. Leslie doesn't remember much, a flash of bright light near her then everything disappeared in an explosion of pain and noise. She woke up a few days later in the hospital, suffering a constant sense of vertigo and pain all over and had to be sedated as she wouldn't stop screaming about everything shaking and earthquakes. The doctors were baffled as everything seemed fine. After a few weeks she finally adjusted to the constant vibrations that only she could feel and was finally released. It should have been a happy day, but she hadn't heard anything about Tina the entire time she was in the hospital and calling her record label didn't help. They claimed they couldn't divulge any information on the matter and asking about reimbursement for her staggering hospital bills only got her redirected to her legal department, who very politely laughed at her and informed her she'd have to sue the company that provided the sound system. Not that they could provide any information about that either. It took a month of constant searching to find Tina, who was in the same hospital she had been but up in the mental ward. She didn't manage to find her before the press. Apparently her girlfriend had been at ground zero and had been badly burned. Not only that but the special choker she'd been wearing had backfired from all the extra electricity, destroying her vocal cords and leaving her mute. Her record label immediately dropped her upon hearing the news, causing her to have a mental breakdown. Not only that, but due to clever wording in her contract they kept all of her profits, leaving her nearly as broke as Leslie. At first Tina refused to see her at first, then refused to leave the hospital. Which wasn't surprising really, considering what had happened and the swarm of people with cameras who couldn't wait to profit from her misery. In the end, the hospital kicked her out. She was healthy enough to leave and didn't have any money or insurance. Sneaking her out in the middle of the night she moved in with Leslie, in her crummy, tiny apartment that was just suppose to be temporary, but has since become a little more permanent(once we get some money we're out of this dump Leslie always tells everyone). Tina, who'd once been cheery and outgoing had turned into a bitter recluse. Spending all of her time cooped up in the apartment and listening to her old CD's whenever possible. Leslie's aware that this probably isn't healthy, but there's not much she can do about it at the moment. A paparazzi finally found them a few months later. Probably a leak from Tina's former agent. Leslie (who had been working herself to death in a desperate attempt to pay off their mounting debt, get enough money to get reconstructive surgery for her girlfriend, and hire a lawyer good enough to sue the record label and the nameless company that provided the sound-system.) walked in to find Tina wrestling with the paparazzi, who'd managed to break in and get a few pictures. Pushing the former diva off of him he bolted for the door, not noticing Leslie until it was too late. He ran right into her left hook. Her vibrating left hook that broke all of his ribs, knocked him across the apartment, out of their second story window, and onto the unforgiving concrete below. Miraculously he survived(well, he actually died twice but the EMT's managed to bring him back both times). Since he did break in, Leslie managed to avoid jail, however because of her actions after he was incapicitated(instead of calling 911 she went down there, got the camera and destroyed it in front o fher grateful girlfriend) she was forced to attend therapy for her 'rage issues and lack of empathy for her fellow man'. Not that it really bothered her, despite having to pay for the sessions herself. She had power now, power to take whatever she wanted. ANd take she would, take and take until she could live out her life in luxury. Personality & Motivation: Any way you look at it, Quiver's a petty thief. She knows it, embraces it even. Whether she's greedy or lazy it's hard to tell, but she wants out of her mind-numbing 9-5 and into an easy life of opulence and hedonism. Her and girlfriends staggering medical bills certainly don't help either. Personality-wise she's very polite and quiet at work. When not at work she's whiney, annoying, and full of bad jokes and loud opinions. Not to mention she's a huge mooch. Not to hard to get along with though if you can stand her constant teasing, endless list of t.v./movie quotes, and stale jokes. Hit Zones:Places she's likely to show up in costume: Gas stations, Banks, ATM's:Banks are usually planned robberies. ATM's and gas stations are usually more of a convenience/oppurtunity thing. As are armored cars. Hospitals and Credit Card buildings:While she has yet to try this, an idea has been brewing to go around the city and destroy the records in these kind of buildings, to help alleviate some of her debt. Random Destruction:Because sometimes you need to blow off a little steam after work. Safe Zones:Because her father always said 'Never crap where you eat' Areas she(or good friends) lives in/frequents. She might not be a model neighbor, but she's not a psychopath either. She tries to plan her heists far and away from her 'normal' life. Areas around Schoolzones/hospitals:Because she's not a monster(or so she keeps claiming). Not to mention if she accidently blew up a school bus the cops would probably step up their efforts to find out who she really is and arrest her. Powers & Tactics: Quiver vibrates and can also make other things vibrate. While this doesn't have much effect on her, it's quite destructive to other things. Tactics-wise she's pretty simple. Smash, grab, and run. Not getting caught is more important than money(but ditching the loot is definately not plan A). She might not be a criminal mastermind, but she's not stupide either and always on the lookout for an easy score. Complications: Secret Identity:Armed Robbery, assault, grand theft auto. These things tend to land people in jail, a place Leslie has no desire to end up. She'll go to great lengths to keep this secret. Responsibilities:Hospital bills, normal bills, her job, spending time with her shut-in girlfriend. Leslie has a tight schedule, so she usually can't afford a long-drawn out confrontation with someone else. Honor amongst thieves:Leslie will rarely give her word on anything, but when she does she does her best to stick to it and while she does enjoy the destruction she can(and usually does) cause, she isn't overly thrilled with injuring people(Tormenting them is another matter entirely). She'll try to avoid hostage situations and maiming innocent bystanders when she can. There is no off switch:Leslie vibrates a tiny bit no matter what she does(and vibrates alot when she gets too upset/excited). Little things make it noticeable, a glass of water on her desk making waves, you can feel it if you actually touch her. This wouldn't really be a problem except it may give hints as to her secret I.D. Struggling:They're not homeless because of her criminal activities, but she's yet to make a big enough score to do more than get by. Stats: 26pp Str: 12 (+1) Dex: 16 (+3) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 14 (+2) Wis: 12 (+1) Cha: 18 (+4) Combat: 32pp Attack: +10 Grapple: +11 Defense: +13 (+3 flat-footed) Knockback: -1, -6 vs. physical w/ Force Field up Initiative: +3 Saves: 20pp Toughness +2; +7 (Imp. 5) vs. physical attacks with Force Field Fortitude: +7 (+2 Con, +5) Reflex: +13 (+3 Dex, +10) Will: +6 (+1 Wis, +5) Skills: 88r = 22pp Acrobatics 6 (+9) Bluff 6 (+10/+14 with Attractive) Computers 6 (+8) Craft (Electronics) 4 (+6) Diplomacy 0 (+4/+8 with attractive) Disable Device 4 (+6) Drive 6 (+9) Escape Artist 10 (+13) Notice 6 (+7) Perform (Dance) 6 (+10) Perform (Singing) 6 (+10) Search 6 (+8) Sense Motive 6 (+7) Sleight of Hand 10 (+13) Stealth 6 (+9) Strength Skills +1 Dexterity Skills +3 Constitution Skills +2 Intelligence Skills +2 Wisdom Skills +1 Charisma Skills +4 Feats: 17pp Accurate Attack All-Out Attack Attractive (1) Defensive Attack Distract (Bluff) (1) Dodge Focus (7) Evasion Jack of all Trades Move-by Action Power Attack Precise Shot (1) Powers: 33pp Burrowing 4 (Vibrating Drill) [4] 10 mph for soil/sand, 5 mph for packed earth/clay, 2 mph for stone/brick Force Field 5 (Vibration Field; Extra: Impervious Flaw: Physical attacks only) [5] Immunity 1 (Own Powers) [1] Vibration Control 10 ( PFs: 3 Alternate Powers) [23] AP: Stun 6 ( Extra: Ranged) AP: Nauseate 6 (Bad Vibrations; Extra: Ranged) AP: Drain Toughness 10 ( Extra: Ranged; Flaw: Objects only) Drawbacks: 0pp DC Block: ATTACKS --- SAVE DC --- DAMAGE TYPE: Blast 10 --- 25/Toughness --- Bruise/injury(Bludgeoning) (Staged) Drain(Toughness) --- 20/Fortitude --- Loss of toughness Nauseate --- 16/Fortitude --- Nauseated(Staged) Stun --- 16/Fortitude --- Stunned(Staged) Costs: Abilities (26) + Combat (32) + Saves (20) + Skills (22) + Feats (18) + Powers (33) - Drawbacks (00) = 150/151pp