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  1. Reflex Save (falling debris) (1d20+3=23)
  2. So, Mercy can add what she wants... then maybe pick this thread up later with a phone-call?
  3. The reporters milled about, somewhat disheartened. The prospect for getting something truly juicy, or genuine dirt was long gone, and while this might make the evening news, it wasn't going to be Lead-In material. A few more muckraking ploys were attempted, which Pompadour cheerfully ignored or disarmed. "I guess this is what people need to understand. When a normal person plays hero and fights off a mugger, the police will always remind people that it's dangerous to do that, because you don't know if the mugger has a weapon or something. Compare that to superheroes... if we see a supervillain committing a crime, we have no real way of knowing if we're getting in over our heads. The bad guy in the cape might be a Lieutenant of the Terminus, or you guys probably remember when Johnny Rocket 'caught' Mathew Broderick when he was in costume for a movie? Anyways... Superheroes go where Angels fear to tread, so cut us some slack." The reporters frowned at the somewhat weak soundbite, and decided it was time to seek easier prey. They milled about, regrouped into their hunting packs, and returned to their assorted conveyances. Pompadour watched them go, giving them a hearty wave. Turning to Mercy, his smile became more genuine. "Hey, I'm sorry I jumped in and took over your press conference... I just thought it looked like you could use some back up. And I also wanted to say that I am a fan of yours. I mean, I really don't know if I would have the guts to take on a guy with freakin' lightsabers for arms. I think, maybe we could help each other a lot, though." He reached into his pocket, and fished around a bit with a look of concentration. "Ah, good... ok. Here's my card, give me a call later, you can block your ID if you want, not many people have that number so I'd answer it anyways. Then we can... talk. I think I have lots to learn about the practical side of being a hero, and maybe I have something to teach you about the business side of the cape."
  4. Idle Hands do the Devil's Paperwork Monday afternoon saw Pompadour strolling into his agent's office with the massive questionnaire she had saddled him with while stuck in the hospital. He didn't have an appointment, but she waved him in anyways. "Hey Brett, nice job wrangling the press yesterday." "Just call me Pompadour or Pomp for short. Honestly, my other name doesn't mean much to me." Then he shrugged slightly. "As for yesterday, I thought they were doing quite a hatchet job on Mercy, and I didn't think that was right. Anyways... after being stuck in the hospital for two days, with what was just a backache, I got this" he waved the workbook at his agent "monstrosity filled out." Mandy thumbed through the questionnaire briefly, "thanks... I was noticing you seem to be moving ok today." Pompadour had already started for the door, "yeah. I found a cute little Asian girl to walk on my back... with clogs made out of cinder blocks. I'm not actually kidding... we also tried shiatsu with a sledgehammer. Being super tough means I need super massage." "huh... I guess that makes sense... hey, some of these answers are kind of slim!" Pompadour just waved as he left. And now... the Ridiculous Questionnaire... Introduction Give a two or three word description of yourself (Describe your character's concept). Sexy Hair God. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? I generally use Pompadour regardless of social circumstances. What is your full birth name? My agent made arrangements to change my name, so it's not really relevant. Where do you live? I have a luxury condo in Mid-town. Why do you live there? I think the property belongs to the investment and banking firm that my agent hired to handle my assets. It is a nice apartment, but the cynical side of me says they pawned it off on me because the North-West view sucks. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? My hair... not just a personal statement, coveted by many... it's awesomely powerful. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? Probably my inexperience as a hero. Failing that, my lack of modesty. Physical Traits How old are you (Chronological age as well as age category)? 24 (and I'm not sure what the second half of this question is asking) What is your sex? Male What is your race? American Mutt. How tall are you? 6'3" How much do you weigh? 220 What is your general body type, frame, bone structure, and poise? My frame is about average, but I have a lot of muscle mass. I have a lot of definition, but not like a Roid-Head. I'm learning to move like a celebrity... meaning even my casual gestures are kind of posed, and I've learned to pause for photo-ops. What is your skin colour? Just a hint dusky. There's some Mediterranean in my background, and I even some black, about 4 or 5 generations ago. What is your hair colour? Black What is your hair style? Asking me that question constitutes an Epic Fail. Do you have any facial hair? I generally maintain a bit of stubble. What is your eye colour? Blue How attractive are you? It's hard to get a good look at me, because I'm usually covered in women. What is your most distinguishing feature? My hair is Legendary. Do you have any scars, tattoos, or birthmarks? I have some awesome sleeve work, thanks to my buddy Trevor "Tank" Hancock. What is your handedness (left/right/ambidextrous)? Right Do you resemble some currently known person? I am frequently compared to Elvis or The Fonze, but no one has gone so far as to say that I look like either. What kind of clothing do you wear? I wear a lot of vintage or retro 50s Greaser stuff, mixed with a bit of 70s punk stuff. Do you wear makeup? I don't seem to need it; even when I'm on TV. I'm just that photogenic. What sort of vocal tone do you have? My fans say it sounds like caramel being poured over ice-cream. The haters say I sound smarmy. Still working on my singing voice, but I sound a lot like the guy from Against Me! History Where is your homeland? For the last 300 years, my family has lived on the east coast... as far south as Florida, as far north as New Found Land. Are you aware of its history? I'm no expert, but I went to school... Are you patriotic or a social outcast? I don't see that as an either or situation. Can't outcasts be patriotic? What are your opinion of home? The previous administration made some very unpopular decisions at home and in the eyes of the world. I'm excited about the new administration, and making the USA a global hero again. Where is your home town? I live in Freedom City now. Are your real reasons for becoming an adventurer different from what you tell others? I'm not really sure. I was a villain, but not because I wanted to be. If I get to choose, I choose to be a hero. But, I don't think it's exactly a secret that I want to be a celebrity... and being a superhero is part of how I'm going to achieve the fame I want. How far would you go to keep such secrets from being revealed? What would you do if the truth became known? I'm pretty much exactly what I say I am. If someone wants to "expose the truth" in the media, I'll fight fire with fire, and get my side of the story out there. What do you fear would occur if the truth became known? The truth is, I'm really not a bad guy. I think there are still people who haven't gotten the memo that The Sinister Pompadour has reformed... so the farther the truth spreads the better. Do you have any particularly high or low ability scores? Without any false modesty, I'm one of the hottest men on the planet... and anyone who can see me knows I ain't lying. As for weaknesses... I would say I'm not what you'd call a pinnacle of self-discipline. How have these scores affected your life so far? Well, I got the looks with my super powers. I wasn't always this attractive... and suddenly everybody wants me. This is a new experience for me, and honestly, that lack of discipline might lead me astray. I think every young star that makes it big in Hollywood can relate to what I'm talking about. What about your race, growing up were you in the majority or a minority? I have the pleasure of being a 'true' American. There's no hyphens here, my family has been in the country too long to be anything but straight-up Americans. So... I'm not sure if I'm in the majority or the minority -I think I'm in a place where it doesn't matter. Did this impact your outlook in any way? I like to think it means I'm free of prejudice... but I don't think people generally acknowledge their prejudices. How do you feel about other races? Pretty much all of them are in my own make-up. My family has always been more interested in People than Races. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? Really not. The only real traumatic event was the Mega Makeover fiasco. Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. Uhm... I got nothing. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? I don't really got... oh. Well, I went through a phase where I was stealing the page 3 girls from the UK paper in the library. Which toys from your childhood have you kept? When I left home for college I didn't really take any nostalgia with me. I don't really know what my parents may or may not have kept. Why? What do they mean to you? If you didn't keep any, why not? What did you do to them all? I don't really remember if there's any momentoes that mean anything to me... and I don't know what's happened to them. Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? I'd just as soon my yearbook pictures didn't surface. Are you who you claim to be? There's a lot of smoke and mirrors. I have a good agent... but at the core, or at least somewhere under the gloss you can find the real me. Do you have any sort of criminal record? I was indicted for numerous criminal and federal crimes by a Grand Jury, but found not guilty due to mental incapacity. That doesn't mean stupid, it means I was suffering from a drug induced psychosis. How do you view the heroes/legends of your country? Honestly, I haven't really given it a lot of thought. Family Who were your parents? Were you raised by them? If not, then why didn't they and who did raise you? What was their standing in the community? Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? How did you get along with their parents? How would your parents describe you? Answer this in the voice of your mother, then in your father's. Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what were their names? How did you get along with each of your siblings? What was your birth position in the family? List all current knowledge of family locations, spouses, children, birth dates, schooling, and any important incidents that only you and they might remember. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? [a thick, heavy line is drawn through each of the above questions] Here is, in a nutshell, everything you need to know about my family. My parents were good, regular people, and my siblings were good, regular (if typical) siblings. We had the White Picket Fence. However... when I became The Sinister Pompadour, they understandably moved away... names were changed. I don't know where they went... It's hard for me, because my experience really changed me. I'm not sure how I feel about my family, and they obviously aren't quite willing to trust that I'm cured of the mania that turned me into Sinister Pompadour. Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? That would be me. If so, who are they and how did they "gain" the position? I signed up for an extreme make-over show... and I got more than I bargained for. Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? My great-great-great grandmother ran away to Canada with the slave she helped to escape, so that she could live with him and raise a family. That was pretty scandalous for the times. If so, what did this person do to become famous or infamous? As above. Do you try to live up to the reputation of your ancestor, try to live it down, or ignore it? As I wrote earlier, I am proud that my family has always been pioneers in tolerance. Do you ever want to have a family of your own someday? I'm way too young to worry about that stuff. Would anything change your mind on this issue and if so, what? We'll see after I've grown up a bit. What type of person would be your ideal mate? Normally when guys write this, and they say they're looking for a double-joined bisexual girl without a jealous bone in their body, they're being kind of facetious... but that's actually what I'd need to see in a woman before I produced a rock and took a knee. Relationships Do you have any close friends? If so, who and what are they like? Trevor "Tank" Hancock. He is a smart, solid guy. He's the one guy I know who truly knows the new, real, me. What is the history of their relationship(s) with you? After I stopped being The Sinister Pompadour, a lot of my perceptions had changed, and one of the things I knew I wanted was a tattoo. So, I went out to get one... but, I'm pretty much bulletproof, which means a normal tattoo needle can't touch me. When I snooped around, I was directed to see him. He's done all my Ink, and gave me more useful therapy than I got in the hospital. Do you currently have a best friend whom you would protect with your reputation or your life? That definitely applies to the Tank... except I can't really imagine him getting into trouble that was all that dire. 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? At a time when pretty much everyone should have been afraid of me, he was willing to be my friend. Do you have any bitter enemies? Nope. If so, who are they, what are they like, and what is the history of their feud with you? Not applicable. Have you defeated them before? Not applicable How might these enemies seek to discomfit you in the future? I think a barrage of 'alt-girls' (Roller Babes, Tat & Piercing Enthusiasts, Neo Pin-Ups) armed with snacks and Cherry Cola crashing my apartment would be devastating. Which person(s) or group(s) are you most loyal to? hmm... see below. Who is your most trusted ally? I'm going to have to say my Agent, Amanda (Mandy) Karlson. Not just because she's financial invested in my success or mere professionalism. When it comes to helping me succeed, she is driven because she's made it her goal. I think that if she fell on really hard times, and became a street person she would still be personally invested in my success. Who do you trust, in general? I'm not exactly a paranoid person, nor am I gullible. I'm willing to give anyone trust, until I have reason not to. Who do you despise and why? Despise is a pretty harsh word... I don't really despise... no. Wait. I'm gonna jump on the bandwagon here... if I got the chance, I would hit White Knight soooooo hard. Name seven things you hate in others. I don't think there's anything that I would go so far as to say I hate in others. I don't really like guys who have to be all competitive and I really don't like bigotry... but I understand that sometimes these things can't be helped. Certain traits, or combinations of traits can irritate the hell out of me though. Is your image consistent? I just got started, so it's hard to say... but I think that in the future I'll probably change my image. I think a lot of the 'greats' reinvent themselves fairly regularly. Do you deliberately present yourself differently in different situations, and how? Other than adjusting to different social situations, I don't think I do. What would you die for? I can think of situations that I might... but I can't really see myself in those situations. What is the worst thing someone has done to you? Arguably, the worst thing is also the best thing, and that was sign me up for Mega Makeover. What is your general reaction to an attractive member of the opposite sex who lets you know they are available? sigh... The line starts over there. How do you get along with others of the same adventuring class? Haven't met too many yet. So far so good, I guess. Have you lost any loves? Well, I'm estranged from my family if that counts. How did you handle the situation (short & long term)? I'm not sure how I feel about that, to be honest. Who would miss you should you go missing? My Agent and my Tattoo Artist. How close are you to your adventuring companions? It's too early to say. What do they not know about you? I'm going to make a point about not talking about my family... It's either detail they don't need, or tear-jerk fodder. Are you a member of any house, guild, organization, or church? What is your level of involvement? I'm the Chief Executive Officer and President of the Me, Myself & I Club. Personality & Beliefs Do you, or did you, have any role models? The role models I had aren't people who mean anything to me now. I'm not sure how that changed. Do you have any heroes or idols, either contemporary or from legend? Gettin' repetitive over here... Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? The whole Sinister Pompadour thing changed a lot of my thoughts and opinions... so maybe I used to consider Paul Revere a hero, maybe now I don't care. That makes answering these questions about childhood role models very hard, because in a lot of ways I was reborn when the Raven's serum cured the Sinister part of my personality. When did you decide to become an adventurer? Oddly enough, it was something my agent suggested to me... and I fell into a real live super adventure before we could discuss details. Why have you chosen to risk your life as a career? Honestly, I do expect to reap the celebrity rewards of superheroism... but I can do something most people can't. I can do some good in Freedom City. What do you expect to get out of being an adventurer? What, if anything, would make you stop adventuring? I'm looking for Fame... and I think I would probably stop if I didn't think think it was "working" and that can mean I'm not getting the press I want, or that I'm not doing enough good... or even that I'm taking too many serious injuries. Do you have any dreams or ambitions? If not, why? I want a string of platinum records, and a string of famous and hawt girlfriends. What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? Recording my second record, and spanking my 6th (or so) model-starlet girlfriend. What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? You know, I'm a young man and I'm entering strange territory; celebrity, superhero... I think planning past the next year would be overly ambitious at this point. If these goals seem at odds with each other, or with your dreams, how do you reconcile the differences? Not applicable. Do you have any great rational or irrational fears or phobias? If so, what are the origins of, or reasons behind them? The Sinister Pompadour was an evil genius. My brain just doesn't work that way now. I can kind of remember how he thought, but I can't duplicate it... Sometimes when I'm asleep I have dreams... no, Nightmares about being that person again. How do you react when this fear manifests itself? Usually I wake up in a panic; sweating and freaking out... I remember waking up and writing down this chemical formula... I don't know what the heck it was supposed to do... but then I realized that, whatever it was, it was probably something horrible, so I burned it. What are your attitudes regarding material wealth? I'm someone who has relatively simple tastes suddenly blessed with a lot of income. I think the temptation would be to run out and buy a gold plated hummer... but I'm not going to go dine at Pharos, when what I really want is a hamburger. Are you miserly with your share of the wealth, or do you spend it freely? I've got my funds set up as an annuity, so if I burn through my bank account today, I have more next week. I don't generally use up all my available money, so it usually accumulates. I think I've already established a charitable fund... I'll have to check into details. Do you see wealth as a mark of success, or just as a means to an end? My perspective is kind of screwy... I thought I could use my superpowers to gain a reasonable amount of wealth... but I won the "Lawsuit Lottery." I'm pretty well off, and I didn't have to do anything. How do you generally treat others? That's sort of a matter of opinion. Women fall into my bed way too easily. I could exaggerate the brutal truth to them: Not only will I kick you out in the middle of the night, I won't call afterwords and they'd still do it. They probably think that they're the one I'm going to fall in love with... so they get disappointed when I don't. Do you trust easily (perhaps too easily) or not? I tend to be pretty trusting, but I wouldn't say that I'm not reasonably cautious. Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? I used to be really introverted... once I became Pompadour, I became really extroverted. Are you a humble soul or blusteringly proud? That would dependent on whether you think my opinion of myself is unjustified. What habits do you find most annoying in friends? I don't really know... I'll get back to you if I notice something. What are your most annoying habits? I don't really know... I'll get back to you if someone tells me I have some. Is there any race, creed, alignment, religion, class, profession, political viewpoint, or the like against which you are strongly prejudiced, and why? Fundies make my scalp itch. What is your favourite food? I like me some classic drive-in. Big Stacked Burger and a Five Dollar Shake. What is your favourite drink? These answers may change, pending finalized endorsement contracts: I'm not too particular. If I'm out at a bar, I'll drink Miller Lite from the bottle, but that has as much to do with style as preference. For straight up taste, I like Cherry Coke. What is your favourite treat (desert)? Either vanilla ice-cream with strawberry sauce, or fudge brownies. Do you favour a particular cuisine? Classic American Do you savor the tastes when eating or "wolf down" your food? I'm not likely to spend 4 hours nibbling on a 12 course meal, but I'm not in any hurray. Do you like food mild or heavily spiced? Not too mild. Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? I suspect as I go to higher end parties and get exposed to more culture... I'm going to be offered food that falls under the "Emperor's New Clothes" provision... just because it's expensive, doesn't mean it's good. What are your favourite colour(s)? I kind of like Red. Is there any colour that you dislike? No. Who hates a colour? Do you have a favourite (or hated) song, type of music, or instrument? I play a stand-up bass, and I really like it. It's the backbone of Rockabilly and Psychobilly music. If you have a favourite scent, what is it? uhm? What is your favourite type of animal? uhm? Are you allergic to any kinds of animals? Don't think so. Is there anything that enrages you? Lots of stuff makes me angry, but no particular thing pushes my berzerk button. Is there anything which embarrasses you? I always keep my cool. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? Roughing is less than 3 stars. Do you have a patron deity? Uhm... maybe? I guess so. Are you devout or impious? I wouldn't say indifferent, exactly... Do you actively worship and proselytize or do you simply pay lip service? er... What lengths would you go to defend your faith? uhm... Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special? hmm... Do you belong to a dominant church, or an independent church, cult, or sect (and is the group accepted, frowned upon, or considered heretics)? I have no idea. Will you kill? Not if I can help it. When did you decide (or learn) that you would? I don't know if I can. When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances)? I can understand that there are times when it would be, but I don't think that I'm the person that should be making that decision. When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)? Most of them. What would you do if someone else attempted to (or successfully did) kill under your "wrong" circumstances, what would be your reaction? I know my limitations. I'm not the right person to make those calls... and it would be best to turn it over to someone who was. What if it were your enemy? That makes it easier to turn them over to justice. What if it were your friend? That makes it harder. What if the opponent were not in control of their own actions (under duress, charmed, dominated, possessed)? That makes it complicated... and we've already established I'm not a moral authority. What would you do if something were stolen from you? There's not a lot of stuff I have that can't be replaced. What would you do if you were badly insulted publicly? I have people to handle that sort of thing. What would you do if a good friend or relative were killed by means other than natural death? I'd be looking for justice, I guess... in whatever nebulous way is best suited to this nebulous question. What is the one task you would absolutely refuse to do? Probably something gross. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? Some creepy dude is always saying something like "Death isn't the worst thing that can happen to you." So, I kind of think it's not murder... but I'm not sure what it is. How do you feel about government (rulers) in general? Why do you feel that way? I sometimes wish I could be convinced they were actually the right people for the jobs... or that the real rulers of the country aren't the faceless bureaucrats we never see. Do you support the current government of your homeland? Yes, but not fanatically. If so, how far are you willing to go to defend the government? If not, do you actively oppose it? I'll give them my vote and my voice, until they give me reason to do otherwise. What form of government do you believe is the best (democracy, monarchy, anarchy, aristocratic rule, oligarchy, matriarchy) and why? Democracy. Unless Matriarchy means rule by the hottest chick, I could get behind that. Do you have any unusual habits or dominant personality traits that are evident to others? My hair is as useful to me as my hands, if not more so. I'm as likely to use them as I am my hands, even if I'm not trying to show off that I have a special ability. If so, describe them and how you acquired them, as well as when they might be more noticeable and what causes them. Well, there was this show... Do you have any unusual or nervous mannerisms, such as when talking, thinking, afraid, under stress, or when embarrassed? Not that I know of. What is your most treasured possession? My bass is a custom piece, I'm thinking probably that. If your life were to end in 24 hours, what 5 things would you do in those remaining hours? Anything I write here is probably cliche... and the truth is you'll never know until you really are in that situation. This, also, has been a cliche. Career & Training Where and how were you educated? I have a business diploma from a community college. Who trained you in your adventuring class(es)? Yeah... I should get me some of that. What was your relationship with your teacher(s)/mentor(s)? I doubt you're asking about college... Is this person or institution still in existence? Sure... Were you a prize student or did you just barely pass? I got good grades. Look at your skills. How did you acquire them (especially the unusual ones)? I don't think I have any really unusual skills. Have you ever done anything else for a living? Not really. How do you function in combat (maneuvers, weaknesses)? Yeah... again, I should look into some sort of super-training. Have you ever received any awards or honours? Nothing really worth mentioning. Is there anything that you don't currently know how to do that you wish you could? Most of the skills I have I just need to improve on. Are you envious of others who can do such things in a good-natured way or are you sullen and morose about it? This mostly makes me think of music, where no matter how popular you get, you will always turn into a babbling fanboi around your influences and idols. Lifestyle & Hobbies When not adventuring, what is your normal daily routine? I don't really have one... my life is just getting started, and I haven't really put it in order, or an order yet. How do you feel and react when this routine is interrupted for some reason? Interruptions mean something interesting is happening, and that's cool. What are your hobbies when you are not adventuring or training? I like going to shows, and carousing... I'm also working on song-writing and improving my musical craft. What do you do for relaxation? What things do you do for enjoyment? What interests do you have? I need to explore that side of myself more. My days are an open book, and I need to find more lines for the pages. How do you normally dress when not in your adventuring gear? I wear the same sort of stuff all the time. What do you normally wear in bed at home? When you have Egyptian cotton and silk blend sheets with a ridiculous thread-count, you sleep naked. What do you normally wear in bed while adventuring? If some sort of escapade keeps me out past my bedtime, I probably will end up sleeping in my clothes. Do you wear any identifiable jewelry? Currently I don't wear anything... maybe I should check into some Bling. Where do you normally put your weapons, magic items, or other valuables when you are sleeping? I've never journeyed to Mordor... the closest I've been was a trip to Milwaukee to see a band called The Ring Wraiths. What morning or evening routines do you normally have? In the morning, I have breakfast. At night, I go to bed. Do these change when you are adventuring? I hope not. I like my breakfast and my sleep. Travel: how do you get around locally? I could zip through town on tendrils of hair... but I'm not really experienced with that yet. I have a custom street-rod that works pretty well. Do you have a Last Will and Testament? I'll have to check with my agent on that. What does it say? It ought to say something like: I got something to say! It's better to burn out... than fade away. Miscellaneous What would you like to be remembered for after your death? I'm not sure. I wanted to be a star, through my music. This super hero thing is a new idea... so, I think I'm just going to say "yes." Next question... What kind of threat do you present to the public? None, I hope. I do worry that I might somehow remember how to think like the Sinister Pompadour... and that the Super Intelligence I had will still come with a side order of Psychopath. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? I have a hunch that my hair would survive a nuclear blast at ground zero, even if the rest of me were scattered atoms. As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice... Quit being such a douchebag. Seriously. If you stop your seek & destroy style serial dating, you will find more satisfaction in maintaining a long term relationship with one special woman.
  5. Special to the Freedom Ledger, Saturday May 16th, 2009 Mandy smiled, and reached for her scissors; a little something for the scrap-book. It's amazing how a few suggestions to the right reporter, coupled with a small token of appreciation will produce a newspaper article that says almost exactly what you want it to say.
  6. Pompadour ushered the last of the bar patrons, out and glanced back at the fight. Hmm... Donar's back is to me... I wonder if... "Alright Avenger! We're clear!" he allowed the emergency door to close behind the last club thing, but did not follow himself. Glancing up at the roof, he decided it was stable enough, for the moment, and ceased to support it with his hair. Stalking up behind Donar, Pompadour stared murderously at the faux-god's back, as his hair twisted together to form a single, massive coil... which continued to swell into a smashing surface the size of an oil drum. Pomp did his best to stay behind Donar, hoping to sacrifice precision for power. Once in range, he unleashed his anger and his hair!
  7. Notice to assess stability of the roof (1d20+5=19) Power Attack -4 Attack/+4 Damage DC (1d20=9) burn HP to reroll Re-roll Power Attack (1d20=5) (+10 for Hero Point use & Roll under 10 = 15)
  8. With his hair stretched out to the emergency exit on one side, and to maximum capacity towards the last of the stragglers, Pompadour was acting like a human tow-rope, giving the still-frightened club goers stable footing as he continued to usher them towards the exit. Three other tendrils of hair formed a tripod to brace against the roof, with the weight of the damaged structure pressed firmly down on the novice hero's spine. "Keep it moving, and don't stop when you're out. Watch for stragglers, don't step on anyone. Everyone look after everyone, and we'll live to party another day." And as soon as these people are clear, I'm going to take another shot at blue-pants...
  9. Reflex Save... 1d20+3=6 ...but then we determined that his shockwave is a cone, not aimed in my direction, so no save necessary. Is Donar's hammer still in the ground, somewhere or did it return to him?
  10. Pompadour's going to get a suggestion to put his name in at the Albright Institute. He's been told he should be a superhero, but other than that he has powers, he really doesn't have a good sense of how powerful he is. He's concerned about things like... how durable he is, how strong he is, and what he can do with his hair. Something that would test his non-toughness saves might not be a bad idea either.
  11. Pompadour gently relieved Mercy of the jacket she was holding with a tendril of hair, and returned it to it's owner. "Alright, people, I know you want your story. Gather 'round, don't make us shout... I'm not in the hospital for the food, y'know?" That's right you piranhas... come in nice and close and breathe deep... Pompadour made some 'gather round' kind of hand gestures, and looked around to make sure that all the reporters were close enough to get a good snootful of his Manly Musk. "I'm sorry to say, I got a whole lot of boring for you guys. My Sinister side is long gone, I can't even remember how to do the maniacal laugh any more. In fact, I'm in the hospital a little worse for wear because of a fight with a supervillain on Friday night. My agent made a press release about that yesterday, so that's old news. Anyways..." Pompadour turned to Mercy (hopefully she has come down to stand next to him). "Today is the first day Mercy and I have actually met, although we haven't been formally introduced yet..." He reached out to take Mercy's hand and shake it... and then proceeds to lead her through a bizarre, somewhat buffoonish ritual of hand-shake variants and greetings, putting on a bit of a show for the press. Pompadour, Mercy. Mercy, Pompadour. Good Morning! Good Afternoon! Good Day! Good Evening! How are you? Wazzup? Solid! ...finishing with the exaggerated, courtly gesture of taking her hand, and briefly kissing the back of it. "Alright, so I think we've been introduced now, so we can take your questions..."
  12. BUMP for new people. ...after all, misery loves company.
  13. Friday, May 15th, 2009. The Chain and The Lightning, Avenger and Pompadour have an explosive encounter at hot new club 'Da Bomb.' Sunday, May 17th, 2009. Long Days and Short Tempers, Mercy and Pompadour meet the press at McNider General Hospital.
  14. This should happen 2 days after "The Chain and the Lightning" lemme check that date...
  15. Works for me. My city has an aledgedly world-renowned auditorium, and it's hosted everything from chamber orchestras to Tommy Chong.
  16. Although Pompadour's MRI had not turned up any broken bones or internal bleeding, his back had started to stiffen up during the afternoon. He was sure that it was just normal muscle stiffness, the Lady Doctor who had inherited his chart appraised him with hungry eyes and declared he should be kept over night for observation. The same Nurse from yesterday woke him to check his vitals and plump up his pillows. Nurse Rowena was a Jamaican lady in her early 60s, and seemed relatively immune to Pompadour's superhuman good looks. "The News People are all out at the front steps. I wonder if they're here for you?" Pompadour swung his legs out of bed, "Darlin', the News Crews are always for me, one way or the other." He pulled on some cotton pajama pants and loose cotton robe his agent had left for him, leaving the robe open, of course. He pushed his feet into the leather slippers also provided, and made his way down stairs. On his way down to the main floor, he found time to check his hair in a mirror (perfect!) and score a cup of coffee from the cafeteria. Nasty... but you could still drink it if you put enough cream and sugar in it. A television in one of the lounges revealed why the news crews were here, Mercy was being released from care today. I remember when they brought her in, I was still doing my Therapy. They said that robber almost cut her in half. I'd almost forgot she was in here. Pompadour sipped his coffee, lurking near the main doors. I don't know if I should steal her press... this should be her moment. Almost cut in half... holy... Pompadour watched the orderly wheel Mercy out of the hospital, and the vultures descend upon her. Oh. This is not going well. He decided it was time to hobble into action. His pace, slow and measured due to the ache in his back, nevertheless brought him out to the steps quickly. Pompadour brought himself up to Mercy's side with 'hair stilts.' He put a gently restraining hand on Mercy's forearm and leaned in to whisper in her ear; "Don't let these bastards turn your good work into a travesty... if you'll allow me..." Pompadour lowered himself back to the ground and stepped forward to address the reporters. He was shaking his head with a sad, disapproving expression on his face. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, you're not being very fair. Let's try to show a little decorum and objectivity please. Mercy was practically cut in half trying to help... there's no doubt in my mind that her actions saved police and civilian lives, almost at the cost of her own... so, maybe one at a time? No sleazy questions, please." Pompadour's agent had discussed Public Relations with him at length... and he was ready to put her training to work.
  17. Hi! :oops: So... for my Emotion control AP of Pheremones... can I add the Shapeable Area Extra, and one level of Ranged as a Flaw? It makes sense that he could effect everyone near him that could smell him at once. Edit: wait... there is already a "Perception" area effect which seems to imply that a Sense Dependent power (which my Emotion Control is) is already an Area Effect. Meaning, they'd get a Reflex Save (to cover their noses, except... it's not a noticeable effect, so why would they?) but it effects anyone that can smell Pompadour.
  18. Pompadour has the Bracing feet, and a 15ton weight allowance for Super Strength. I should be able to keep rubble off the civies.
  19. " Holy! That [words obscured by falling rubble] tried to kill me!" Pompadour shifted and scrambled to his feet. "Right... emergency exit. I can handle that." Moving with purpose now, strands of Pompadour's hair pressed up against the roof, supporting the damaged structure. Moving towards the milling patrons, he began sorting out the fallen and tangled mass of humanity with his hands, words, and even more tendrils of hair. With confident tones and encouraging words, Pompadour directed the club goers towards the emergency exit.
  20. "Hey! Hey!" His fear washed away by confusion and outrage, Pompadour advanced on the self proclaimed lightning god. "He's right! I recognize you, Captain Thunder! What the hell, man?! Blowing stuff up! Scaring people! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Broken glass scattered from around Pompadour's feet as he moved into the open floor of the club. As he advanced, his hair seemed to get... larger. A Rockabilly fan will proudly tell you how tall his coif is... but Pompadour's namesake feature was now a bristling tower of menace, nearly two feet tall... and inky black tendrils snaked out from it. "Now, drop that hammer and quit being a jerk!"
  21. The Morning After the Night Before He awoke in another strange bed, with another strange ceiling staring back at him. At least he knew where he was, and how he got there. A Nurse plumping his pillows had woken him. He was in a private room, back at McNider. This time, at least, he was in for physical rather than mental health reasons... at the strict orders of his Agent and Lawyer. Waste of time... nothing happened last night that I couldn't walk off... The Nurse gave him a pat on the cheek before heading out. She seemed old, wise, tough and brown like an old oak tree... Pompadour wondered if his agent had requested that more mature Nurses be assigned to him. He napped for a while, not quite able to get to sleep with the noise and bustle of the hospital around him. Some time later, a Doctor came in, holding a chart. "How are you holding up, Champ?" Pompadour frowned at the man. "Honestly, I think I'm taking up a bed that someone who might actually be hurt should have." The Doctor returned his frown, shaking his head. "First, don't worry about it. Private rooms generally sit idle unless someone with serious health coverage checks in -such as yourself. Second, we're really not sure how much damage you may or may not have taken in that fight. The same body systems that let you survive at all are also making it very hard to get accurate readings as to your health. Here's your head & neck X-ray from when you were brought in." The sheet the Doctor held up was a nearly white silhouette, although strange trails of... something seemed to extend from the head. "Not a lot of use to us. This might be because of tissue density, or well, I think there's some sort of energy field emanating from your hair... in any case, we're going to have another look at you with an MRI. We're also having some issues drawing blood... but this is Freedom City, so nothing we haven't gotten around before." The Doctor gave him a hearty smack on the knee. "I doubt it's a problem, but you know Mandy... she told me that Gerald would sue us into the ground if we let you walk out of here with an untreated injury. Such a kidder. Anyways, we have the tests booked, and you should be all checked out by this afternoon." The Doctor's tone made it clear he knew that Mandy was not kidding... she was completely ruthless. After the Doctor made his exit, Pompadour uncoiled a lock of hair, and brought it down before his eyes. A field of energy surrounding my hair. Interesting... He squished the tendril between his fingers thoughtfully. Well, clearly I have no hair bones, and something makes it move how I want. Not too long after, the Ruthless One herself made an appearance. "So... I make a comment about you taking up a career in Heroism, next thing I know you're in a fight with Donar. You know, I think he fought Centurion back in the day. While I admire your enthusiasm for the project, we should probably have a talk about exercising caution..." She frowned at her client, and perched on the edge of the bed. "So, how are you actually doing? You don't look too broken." Pompadour scowled at his agent. "I'm fine. This is pointless. I shouldn't be here." Mandy patted his knee. "Relax. I'm sure you'll be fine... it's just better to be sure. I'm not going to take chances with my rising star." She paused and opened her briefcase. "Here's something to ward off boredom. I've pretty much settled on a magazine for your interview, here's a little pre-interview exercise so you've had a chance to think about anything they might ask you." The questionaire Mandy passed him was thick... and heavy... more like a workbook. Pompadour narrowed his eyes at her, and allowed his expression to sink into 'thoroughly sulky' territory.
  22. Should I consider round 1 over? "Tangent Donar" doesn't blast me while I'm startled, and no one else does anything too significant?
  23. Pompadour stared at the lightning wreathed figure like a deer caught in the headlights. His drink slowly slid out of his hands, exploding on the floor... the sound lost in the cacophony, but a spray of cold liquid slashed against his calf. He wants a Champion to oppose him? That doesn't have to be me. I'm just a guy in a bar having a drink. I can walk out of here with the rest of the patrons, and leave this to someone else. Continuing to stare at the hulking, self proclaimed Lightning Lord, Pompadour switched off his mag-light, and tucked it back into his jacket. He realized he hadn't moved. This guy could be someone else' problem... but I'm here now, and I have powers, if I have the guts to use them. Pompadour stands where he is, frozen with indecision, staring at the room which seems preternaturally bright and moving in slow motion.
  24. Using Intimidate to resist Startle, Notice Check (Requested in Chat) (1d20+4=13, 1d20+5=24)
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