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  1. The gentleman ruefully shook his head, "Not your lucky day Ms. Browning." he replied with a shrug. He rolled his eyes in a moment of honest distress, "oui I should be so lucky as to have someone of your talents liberate it before they sell it to some tech mogul to hang in his office." he shuddered at the thought. "You'll have longer to wait yet my dear but you are nothing if not a patient woman no?" he teased back lightly. The old thief frowned ever so slightly at Jacks reply and glanced with a raised brow to Talya, "I certainly see the appeal though ..." he shrugged and leaned in conspiratorially toward Jack to stage whisper, "A gentleman does well to share his ladies interests." he advised with a wink, "Lest she become enamoured of another young man..." he suggested with a lingering gaze towards the displays at the far side of the room. Flashing the once dazzling smile once more, "This old man won't keep you any longer do enjoy your evening." and with that the comte disappeared into the crowd showing he hadn't entirely lost his touch.
  2. Humming a few notes Ace murmured under his breath, 'Shining, shimmering splendid...' he wove in and out of traffic with effortless ease born of more practice than most were granted in a lifetime. "Well then I think I have just the place." he replied and hit the accelerator hard enough to to press them into their seats as he whipped the car around a corner to head southward down tenth towards the Pramas bridge. If the thought occurred to him that the Freedom League docents would not usually open with so populus a locale as the Boardwalk it didn't show. Besides if they knew what they were doing they wouldn't have needed a specialist. He named off the wider streets as they zipped past them, noting easy landmarks visible from above to orient by and what might lay in one direction or another. "Riverside and some of the better views of bay down that way." he noted pointing, "and the other will take you up to wading way and Pyramid Plaza, can't miss it, ol Rhodes had a distinct style." They hit the bridge at speed and the Danger!-mobile roared as they zipped past cars making their way to bayview or the airport. "The descriptively named South River." he offered with a grin paying little enough attention to the road to elicit a couple honks and have likely frightened less engaged passengers, "This is the Pramas Bridge, Mona Glen is upstream where Route 6 crosses the river." he offered yet another landmark. After swinging onto Adams and slowing to a more sedate pace with less open road to play on he pointed out the general direction of Bayview and Southside and turned up to meander along the rivers south bank until the coasters and other rides could be spotted rising above the surrounding buildings. This time he parked in his own reserved spot, being a Danger had it's perks, being one that had saved the park before puberty had a few extra. "and finally our destination, the south river boardwalk, home of the most useless things we've yet to build." he offered with a wide smile as he vaulted out of the car and offered his hand.
  3. Ace nodded following along as she explained her feelings on the name and form and held the door as they exited the building. "Well I must say the name suits." he replied with a vague smile as he looked up with a smile at her wonder. "Most don't look up enough to even notice really." the ageless adventurer replied to her question and offered a small shrug, "Personally I enjoy the shades and shifts. He filed away her desire to see the setting sun for the moment and led her down to the danger mobile top down and awaiting his return with the uncertain Freedom Hall guard still watching it. Holding the door for Andromeda he offered the guard a snappy salute fo dismissal and once she was seated hopped in on his own side taking a long moment to buckle his seatbelt slowly that she'd be able to catch how it was done without him having to explain it. "Another indignity of our fragility." he joked lightly as explanation and eased the powerful automobile out of the lot and into traffic. "You still have some time till sunset what else would you like to try?" he asked gamely.
  4. RETURNING STUDENT Name: Kameron 'Kam' Kingdom (Real ID Prince Kamau of Dakana Codename: Red Lynx Year: Senior Pronouns: He/Him Current Intramural Team: Red Squad Current Roommate: Leroy Remilikun Ransom-Conte (Sun Dragon) Reflection: Kam learned and improved personally much last year but did not step out of his comfort zone or connect with many people he didn't know before. He'd like to forge stronger bonds with fellow students and Freedom Locals as well. School Club: Debate Club, Mock Trial, Model UN
  5. Leading the embodied star out of hte room once given leave Ace paused in front of the elevator down and turned to face Andromeda. He frowned slightly in concern, "We like to put names on lots of things and to be honest are not terribly good at it just ask my great niece Skyler." he explained succinctly with a wry grin. "But more seriously you have a delightful opportunity to define yourself so don't assume you have to use the name we came up with." It was a rare moment of solemnity from the carefree adventurer. "For myself I go by Ace, named for a dear friend of my fathers." he offered as the elevator toned and he stuck out an arm to wave her in. "And to be honest I'm not entirely certain what the intention was." he waved back at the room where she'd been left waiting, "And care even less." Ace added conspiratorialy thumbing the button for the lobby. "I see my role as more guide than anything." he offered with a shrug, "You'll find that people tend to overreact to alot of things they don't understand unfortunately."
  6. @Fox As the next round of questions begin to be offered GK wil notice there is some subterraining movement going over most of the promenade. It's not familiar not quite mole machines or another geokinetic. lots of small to medium sized objects pushing through the earth below. @KnightDisciple@Electra@Avenger Assembled Everyone Else DC 20 Notice check to pick up on the low rumbling from below. For Frost a DC 25 will detect faint necromantic magic as well. I'll let you all get off a zero round soliloquy before we're truly in rounds but initiatives will speed things up when we get there.
  7. Ace raised a brow at the pointed ears and fine boned features, it was a familiar form if not an exacting duplicate. He flashed her the dashing Danger smile and extended his hand, "I'm happy to if you are miss." he replied warmly, "I have been known to make at least four different palm presses of greeting sometimes in sequence as well as arm clasps, fist taps, and more." he shrugged slightly as he deftly turned the shake into a brush of his lips to her knuckles. "We, you will find, have many and varied forms of greeting." the immortal straightened and walked with her to the tank. "We humans have a bad habit of grabbing pretty things and putting them on display but these at least are well cared for an likely notice no difference beyond more plentiful food." Turning to the attendants he raised looked curiously from one to another, "Is there more you all need from the lady or shall we be going?" Ace inquired patiently. He assumed whatever arrangements needed made Dmitri had attended to before calling him in but it never hurt to check after all. When nothing was forthcoming ne nodded smartly and offered the fallen star his arm, "Well we'll have to ensure whatever scene we make next is of the good kind then won't we?" he paused and looked down to her, "What do you prefer to be called?" he glanced over her form, "I assume from the chosen body you prefer the feminine but have you chosen a name for yourself?"
  8. @alderwitch OOC for https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/12438-swinging-on-a-star/ Ace will use connected to smooth his way into Freedom Hall and get parking downtown.
  9. The Danger! mobile slid into traffic not long after Frost had called his old friend about the newcomer the league had recently completed debriefing. Weaving effortlessly through traffic the famed car roared to a stop in a spot reserved for league members, Ace not for the first time shook his head at the absurd sign, when was the last time anyone but Frost actually drove and he borrowed a League car from the motor pool. He hopped out of the open top of the convertible and strode up to the stammering security guard with a wink as he took the mans hand palming a generous tip as he did so, "Now you keep a good eye on her for me son." he bade and with a snappy salute jogged up the steps to the main entrance flashing a smile to a familiar face behind the security checkpoint, "Charlie! how're the kids?" he asked as he made directly for the bypass waiting expectantly for the senior security officer he'd gotten the entry level job for almost a lifetime ago. He flirted briefly with the receptionist as he waited for the elevator and rode casually up to the floor they'd indicated the newcomer awaited. Frost having been called off for some business she was currently overseen by some staffers as Ace arrived taking in the scene in the small waiting area with a raised brow before stepping forward, "Greetings and Salutations." the immortal greeted warmly, "Ace Danger at your service, Dmitri suggested you might be in need of a guide?" he smiled wide. Yes this was going to be an interesting task indeed.
  10. Sagrado Corazon Power Level: 10 (180/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: ±0 Attack / ±0 Damage, +5 Defense / -5 Toughness In Brief: Divine descendant blessed or cursed with the voice of God Catchphrase: Theme: Don't You Worry Child, Born This Way, Alternate Identity: The Saint, El Santo (public), Cristóbal (Chris) De La Cruz (private) Birthplace: Tampico, Mexico Residence: Weston, Vibora Bay Base of Operations: Weston, Vibora Bay Occupation: DJ, Waiter, Bartender Affiliations: None Currently Family: Maria Guadalupe De La Cruz (mother) Description: Age: DoB: September 21, 1998 Apparent Age: Youthful actual age Gender: Male Ethnicity: Latino Height: 5'9" Weight: 153 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown, blonde highlights Chris has a compact and lithe gymnasts build of middling height. A dimpled smile and certain practiced intensity has earned him larger tips on more than one occasion and he's not above taking full advantage of that. His hair is neatly coiffed in a neat fade with the top just long enough to cover an eye when allowed though usually is swept back and cleanly styled into a subtle wave with blonde highlights to it's natural deep mahogany tones. Deep chestnut eyes sit beneath a delicate brow, clean shaven with fine cheekbones Chris' golden caramel skin tone is often augmented with a light touch of make up to best smooth his complexion and highlight his features. He cuts a handsome figure and is well aware of it setting off his civilian looks with well fitted dress shirts or skin tight tees as the situation demands paired with fashionable jeans or shorts depending on the locale. His costume consists of a fitted iridescent silver/white full coverage bodysuit with integral boots blending seamlessly into his calves. A criss crossing ribbon in red runs over the bodysuit with a matching short laced vest over his chest. The suit comes up to the bottom of his jaw but leaves his head uncovered with a matching thin lensed domino mask covering his eyes. The overall image is akin to a cirque du soleil take on superhero design. History: Chris was born to a single mother. The youngest daughter of a conservative and upwardly mobile family in Tampico on the gulf coast. He's never met them and has no intention to. He and his mother were removed to an illicit convent hidden in the hills of the eastern Sierra Madre. Despite the formal organizations having been outlawed as part of reforms separating church and state in the twenties some few underground orders remained serving the devout. His family had connections to one such and thus a place to send their 'sinful' daughter and her bastard. He was raised in equal parts by his mother as the sisters of the hidden order, it was not an unpleasant childhood but neither was it particularly warm and loving. His mother never took her vows, a point of contention with the abbess, and did her best to take an active role in her sons life as the orders strictures allowed. He was well educated in matters both civil and religious and given all he needed to grow into a healthy young man. Shortly after his twelfth birthday while trying to come to terms with his budding sexuality in the relative isolation of the convent he was found by one of his tutors while experimenting with his mother's carefully hoarded make up. the sisters response was swift and harsh. They attempted to switch the deviancy from him to his mother's grave protests. His mother fled with him that night making for the coast knowing they'd expect her to strike north for the United States. In hindsight Chris realized she must have long been prepared for when they would have to flee though he still has no idea why. Unknown to him and only barely understood by his mother, the order and his family along with others hidden throughout the church believed her family to be a repository of the bloodline of the messiah. Thus her 'sinful' pregnancy and worse her sons 'deviancy' was a dire threat to their carefully curated program to keep the line alive and pure. Once they made it to the coastal communities his mother managed to arrange transport across the gulf eventually landing in Vibora Bay and requesting asylum. It was not a swift process but they managed to navigate the bureaucracy and gain entry and eventually citizenship. While they waited his mother worked many jobs to support them, eventually managing to become a supervisor of hospitality at a nearby beach resort. Chris attended public school and made middling grades. Life for a queer immigrant on the panhandle led him into more than a few fights in his early days, his mother fearing for their asylum claims was firm in him following a path of peace. Not acquiescence but peace. Eventually it sunk in and Chris is now effectively a pacifist violence begets violence as his mother would say. Teach, show them, be the better man. Most days he likes to think he succeeds. It likely helps that modern Vibora Bay is more welcoming than many places to his existence. Upon graduation Chris knew there was no money for college and knew even more so his struggles in scholarship would not get him far. Like many of his generation he bounces from job to job' living with his mother and helping with the bills. His dream is to make it big as a DJ though he recognizes even local fame is unlikely. In the meantime he works waiting tables or bartending where his looks and charming demeanor cna earn him spending money and taking what DJ gigs he can supplementing with driving for UBER or Lyft and delivering for one gig economy app or another. Things changed last fall. He was out with friends at a local club that catered to the younger LGBT latino community. Chris had just arrived and was lingering just inside the club looking for where his friends might be when there was some kind of altercation in front. There were slurs shouted, threats, then a sharp crack of a gunshot outside, screams barely audible over the thumbing beat of the nights mix. The gunman stepped in, the few others near enough to see started to scatter, Chris stared at the man almost in confusion as the barrel began to rise. His memory is foggy of what happened next. He demanded the man drop the gun, there was an almost blinding light from behind him, the rifle fell to the floor and the gunman met Chris' eyes his gaze full of so much hate then sorrow as he fell to his knees sobbing and begging forgiveness. Chris ran. That was when the Voice started, his glorious purpose, his destiny, his fate. And Chris couldn't run from the Voice. His mother thought his moodiness was shock from the near shooting, or maybe drugs. She told him to tell her when he was ready. He doesn't know if he ever will be. But he does know he stopped something terrible that day, and times since. He of course has a choice, everyone does, but not helping is hardly any choice at all. So he swore a designer he knew to secrecy and got a disguise, a costume, and now he tries to make the world a little less frightening. Personality & Motivation: Chris is young and a little scared. He still is trying to figure out what he wants to be when he grows up and he has a voice in his head telling him he about duty, destiny, and hinting at dark futures he may have to stop. As he puts it, "It's, Alot." The worst of it is that Chris won't walk away. He knows he can help, and that if he doesn't it won't get done or worse fall to another to help, possibly at greater cost. He's not certain if he's losing his mind, and not sure if fixing that would take his powers. He's not sure if he might want that. So he lives his life full out with a certain heedless abandon where tomorrow is not promised and does what he can to make the world a better place in the meantime. He's given to private crises, but outwardly is gregarious, flirty, and carefree. Powers & Tactics: Still ingrained in his methods is his mothers teaching of how many problems are solved by violence (zero). Chris is at the core a pacifist. And his powers lend themselves to this. He speaks with divine mandate and the world obeys his commands. He can disable, disarm, and command weaker minds and overwhelm even strong ones. He usually keeps his commands simple and short, 'Stop!', 'Sleep!', 'Freeze!' etc. will stop many in their tracks at least long enough for them to be restrained. More complex commands can be used in less strenuous circumstance of course and he has been known to march those bound to the Voice into a police station to turn themselves in. A situation the police accept with dubious care, where mind controlling supers fall on the spectrum of fourth, or fifth amendment rights is sufficiently unclear to make such tactics questionable. When facing foes not affected by the Voice directly he'll concentrate on defending innocents and doing what he can to aid or bolster allies. Power Descriptions: Complications: The Voice: There is a Voice, God, Angel, or madness Chris doesn't examine too closely. It speaks of his duty and the needs of the world as well as some future fate. The Voice may demand action or inaction of Chris listening to it may earn HP, the voice may also be distraction either with demands or overwhelming him at key moments earning Chris HP for such setbacks. Pacifism: Though he's willing to use his powers to stop people he draws a line at harm. When the situation calls for direct violence and his refusal limits his options chris will earn and HP. The Covenant: The self styled Covenant of the Blood believes that it has a sacred duty to guide and preserve the lineage of Christ and that Chris is a scion of this august line. Attracting their attention could become problematic in many ways. Abilities: 4 + 8 + 10 + 4 + 20 + 10 = 56PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 18 (+4) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 30 (+10) Charisma: 20 (+5) Combat: 4 + 30 = 34PP Initiative: +4 Attack: +2 Melee, +2 Ranged Defense: +15 (+15 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +8 Flat-Footed Grapple: +0 Knockback: -0 Saving Throws: 0 + 6 + 5 = 11PP Toughness: +5 (+5 Con, +0) Fortitude: +5 (+5 Con, +0) Reflex: +10 (+4 Dex, +6) Will: +15 (+10 Wis, +5) Skills: 80R = 20PP Acrobatics 6 (+10) Bluff 5 (+10) Concentration 5 (+15) Diplomacy 10 (+15) Gather Information 5 (+10) Intimidate 5 (+10) Knowledge: Current Events 3 (+5) Knowledge: Pop Culture 3 (+5) Knowledge: Streetwise 3 (+5) Knowledge: Theology and Philosophy 3 (+5) Language 2 (Spanish:Native, Latin, English) Medicine () Notice 10 (+20) Perform: Percussion 5 (+10) Perform: Keyboards 5 (+10) Sense Motive 10 (+20) Feats: 9PP Attractive Contacts Evasion Luck Quick Change Skill Mastery (Diplomacy, Gather information, Notice, Sense Motive) Inspire 3 Equipment: 0PP = 0EP (1 rank of the Equipment Feat = 5 'Equipment Points') Name (Power breakdown, if applicable) [XEP] Powers: 1 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 39 = 50PP Power Name Rank (Descriptive Name; Extras: ???, ???, Flaws: ???, ???, Feats: ???, ???, Drawbacks: ???, ???) [XPP] (descriptors) Array Name Rank (2*Rank PP Array; Extras: ???, ???, Flaws: ???, ???, Feats: Alternate Power, ???, Drawbacks: ???, ???)[XPP] (descriptors) Base Power: Power Name (Descriptive Name; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???; Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Alternate Power: Power Name (Descriptive Name; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???;Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Enhanced Traits 2 (Voice of the Divine; Well Informed(1), Gather Information 4(1);Flaws: Uncontrolled) [1PP] (Divine, Inspiration) Super Senses 2 (Voice of the Divine; Danger sense(1), Uncanny Dodge(mental)(1)) [2PP] (Divine, Inspiration) Super Senses 8 (Voice of the Divine; Postcognition, Precognition; Flaws: Uncontrolled) [4PP] (Divine, Inspiration) Variable Pool 1 (5 PP Pool, 1 Power(Alteration, Miracle) at a time; Miracles;) [4PP] (Divine, Miracle) The Voice 17 (34 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 5)[39PP] (Divine) Base Power: Mind Control 10 (Voice of Command; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???; Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Alternate Power: Deflect 15 (Deus Ex; Projectiles(fast and slow); Extras: Area; Flaws: Distracting; Feats: Selective, Subtle) {32/34} (Fate) Alternate Power: Emotion Control 10 (Inspiring Command; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???;Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Alternate Power: Nauseate 10 (Empathic Visions; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???;Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Alternate Power: Paralyze 10 ("Stop!"; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???;Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Alternate Power: Stun 10 ("Sleep!"; Extras: ???, ???; Flaws: ???, ???; Feats: ???, ???;Drawbacks: ???, ???) {power cost/array cost} (descriptors) Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (56) + Combat (34) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (20) + Feats (9) + Powers (50) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180 Power Points
  11. Hmmmm. I might have something for you with the Fix or some subset. Lemme see who if any of them are interested.
  12. The Saint/El Santo, (maybe Sagrado Corazon? Thanks shofet!) Latino young adult blessed/cursed with the voice of God. Technical pacifist with vocally driven mentalism and some minor miracles.
  13. well that's not a trait it's a power so enhanced trait wouldn't apply. Boost can apply to powers though so that would work. I'm not a fan of limited like that on power stunts by and large but this is mop up so we'll go with that. Round 4 Cultists 14 0 remain Jack 7 1 Bruise 0HP Hulks 6 2 Remain 1 bruisedx1; 1 bruisedx1 & staggered Jess 5 Uninjured 1HP Jack is up aura effect will trigger. they get a 28 and 18 on the toughness saves staggered one is bruised and once again dazed. the other makes the save and continues to struggle Your action jack
  14. Stormrider Power Level: 10 or 12 (with gear) (180/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: ±0 Attack / ±0 Damage, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness In Brief: Lobo by way of Battletoads, He fights Crime! Catchphrase: Let's Rumble! Theme: Steppenwolf - Born to Be Wild, Allman Brothers - Midnight Rider, Amon Amarth - The Berserker At Stamford Bridge, The Hu - Wolf Totem Alternate Identity: Krunk Kronos, Birthplace: Lost to Terminus Residence: Freedom City Base of Operations: Occupation: Biker Affiliations: None Family: None Description: Age: ??? (DoB: ??? ) Apparent Age: ??? Gender: Male Ethnicity: Rhinellian Height: 8'4" Weight: 524 lbs Eyes: Black Gold Iris Hair: None Kronk is a large amphibious humanoid. His body plan follows the common two legs, two arms, upright stance and gait found among a surprising majority of the species of the multiverse. His heavily muscled form is covered in a thick leathery hide, dark olive at the spine wrapping to a dusty tan at his sides to a light yellow on the belly and face. As a non-mammalian species he's hairless and his head grows directly from his shoulders with no discernable neck. His eyes are sunken beneath heavy boney brow ridges with black sclera but dominated by thick gold iris slit vertically. He usually wears a battered leather duster and where custom demands shorts or a loincloth not having a cultural attachment to modesty nor vulnerable external genitalia this is for the comfort of others. He's never without the Wyld band that stabilizes his psyche the heavy black ring usually on one broad finger. When girded for battle he once more fastens his shackles to his wrists and utilizes the dangling chains in combat. History: Stormrider was born on a steamy tropical world where the advanced lifeforms had evolved from amphibians. A technologically advanced civilization developed extending both into the depths of hte seas and swamps and the heights above, and with it a highly ordered caste structure and bureaucracy. Given the fecundity of the species social mobility was high, particularly for those with exceptional powers. Like most of his kind Kronk was born in an enormous public creche and grew to adulthood in a hardscrabble life earning his keep. He was however one of the lucky ones and clawed his way to the top. As one of the elites Kronk was expected to look after the lower castes as well as reap the rewards of his status and serve as an example to strive toward. The other elites were bound together by the bureaucrats taking on protectorates and roles for the betterment of society. Kronk did not fit into this pristine system of noblesse oblige and was by any reckoning a criminal and mobster. A rebel more interested in his own hedonistic pursuits than societies loftier goals he quickly found himself at odds with the Premier, the de-facto ruler and protector of his world. When Omega came and the Premier bent knee to save some remnant Kronk found himself in the unique position of being the expected leader of the rag tag rebellion. He failed. While personally mighty and inspiring in his own way he lacked the leadership and really allies to turn the tide. A fact perhaps the Premier had seen sooner. When his world was fed to the Terminus Kronk lived on to challenge the newly risen Annihilist, his regenerative capacity exceptional even among the hardy Rhinellians. When he was eventually captured he watched as his world was rent asunder by the doom coil and for his impertinence in standing against Omega and the Premier a fitting punishment was chosen. Unbreakable chains forged on Nihilor bound him to a ragged fragment of his shattered world and left to drift for eternity in the warpwold. And there he stayed as time lost meaning and the twisting influence of the warp and his solitude eroded his mind. When Hard Momma and the Outriders found him he was hale and healthy but his mind was all but gone. The Outriders freed him and gave him a new name, and a new purpose, a new family. They used what skills and tech they had and their own mastery of the warp to nurse his mind back to health. Eventually he even pieced together bits and pieces of his life before. He rode with them evading the Omegadrones and Anihilists and taking what they needed. Not quite heroes but less villains than their greater foes at least. In time as his mind recovered Kronk grew reflective and began to grow apart from the Outriders. They were free but only so long as they ran and they had all served Omega once unlike Kronk, now called Stormrider for the oversized wyldride they gave him. Eventually their predations became too much for him. They parted on friendly terms, if only because the Outriders of anyone understood that sometimes one had to go their own way. He has however learned that one can not stand alone against the Terminus and having escaped Omega and Premiers clutches once he's not eager to try his hand alone again. After some time wandering he finds his way to earth prime which really if trying to evade the forces of entropy is probably one of hte better places to do it. Personality & Motivation: Kronk has a bit of a problem with authority, which tends to get him in trouble, or chained the the wreckage of a shattered world drifting in the warpwold. He has learned from these experiences enough to value others freedoms as much as his own at least though he can come off as gruff and impatient with more by the book heroes. He's seen first hand the price of putting too much faith in institutions but knows there are foes that require more than individuals to stop. His approach to interventions and crime tends to fall in line with his beliefs in personal liberty. Crime is not wrong because the government says so but because it strips others of their freedoms. this can put him at odds with authorities when it comes at some property crimes and particularly when liberties are infringed by through legal means. While rough around the edges he is trying to be more of a people person. His long view is that ultimately we are all in this together and our only chance is not turning on one another. Some days he even acts on his philosophy. Powers & Tactics: Kronk fights with the ferocity of the last of his kind. It helps that as far as he can tell he can't die. He will wade into the forefront of the battle heedless of his own safety to engage the biggest threat first and fights with reckless ferocity. He's not without strategy, but his strategy tends to focus on eliminating the enemy as quickly as possible with whatever means are available. He takes full advantage of his size and reach to dominate his area in combat. He's accustomed to single combat, his time in the warpwold having left him unused to the need to battle several lesser foes. Too much exposure to the energies of the Terminus or the warpwold erode his focus regress much of the progress he's made in rebuilding his psyche after his imprisonment. Normally he's just slower to act and uncertain, sometimes more given to surrendering to baser urges. A potent enough jolt may leave him lost to reality for a time, catatonic or worse interacting with a world not as it is. Power Descriptions: Most of Stormriders powers draw from his alien physiology, particularly his regenerative capabilities and powerful physique. His Tongue can be launched a great distance and the sticky pad can retrieve objects or disarm. When he inflates his vocal sac he's able to project infrasonic messages a great distance around him as warning or to call attention to a situation. The Wyld band that protects and bolsters his mind after his long time in the warp is a simple onyx band with hidden circuitry that engages both a universal translator and means to stabilize his psyche. His Duster is sturdy if oft patched, each stitch with a story behind it. While not particularly advanced he's had it a very long time and is quite attached. He has turned the shackles that once bound him to his shattered world into his weapon of choice. Though he's able to release them at any time now. The dusky black metal of Nihilors forges is near indestructible and serves as both a physical and psychological weapon. Finally he has retained his customize 'WyldeRide" from his time with the Outriders. While not as swift as some of the others bikes it is larger and heavier than the others a real beast capable of moving his bulky form without strain and remains exceptional by any earthly standards. The Black and chrome of the bike he keeps polished and detailed most times as a matter of pride instilled by his former companions. He hangs trophies from past enemies, bits of armor, patches, not biological trophies, from the long handlebars and has carefully marked the omega drones he's bested on the fuel tank. Complications: Hunted: At least one Annihilist would like to see him chained back to his rock. When facing foes in service to the Terminus there is a chance he'll be recognized and targeted for capture. Broken: Sudden exposure to large amounts of Terminus or Warp energies can leave him briefly catatonic or detached from reality, this can act as a stun or confuse effect. Monstrous: While the residents of Freedom may be familiar enough with alien and monstrous physiologies his form is not one that spurs trust, Authorities may suspect him and civilians fear him. Additionally he's not really going anywhere unnoticed. Outside the cosmopolitan world of Freedom or similar areas this is more pronounced. Abilities: 12 + 6 + 16 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 34PP Strength: 22/30 (+6/+10) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 26/30 (+8/+10) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 8 + 6 = 14PP Initiative: +3 Attack: +4 base; +10 Melee, +4 Ranged, +12 Chains Defense: +5/+7 (+3 Base, +3/+5 Dodge Focus, -1 size), +1 Flat-Footed Grapple: +26 (+10 att +10 Str +4 size +2 SS) Knockback: -7/-8 Saving Throws: 2 + 4 + 0 = 6PP Toughness: +15/+17 (+15 Con, +0/+2 ) Fortitude: +12 (+10 Con, +2) Reflex: +7 (+3 Dex, +4) Will: +7 (+0 Wis, +0/+7) Skills: 36R = 9PP Intimidate 8 (+8/+10 growth) Knowledge: Cosmology 3 (+3) Pilot 7 (+10) Notice 10 (+10) Survival 8 (+8/+12 Feeding self) Feats: 21PP All-Out Attack Attack Focus: Melee 7 Attack Specialization: Chains 1 Benefit: Native (Warpwold) Dodge Focus 3 Equipment 7 Power Attack Lucky Jacket Dodge Focus 2 (to 5) Luck 1 Chains of Nihilor Improved Trip Equipment: 7PP = 35EP Kustom Wyldride (Vehicle) 35EP Large; STR 30; Defense 9; Toughness 15; 2,500 MPH Flight Size: Large [1EP] Strength +20 [4EP] Toughness +8 [8EP] Feature: Communications [1EP] Feature: Remote Control [1EP] Power: Flight 8 [16EP] Power: Space Travel 2 [4EP] Powers: 76 + 12 + 4 + 4 = 96PP Container 16 (Rhinellian Physiology; 80 PP Container; Feats: Innate) [81PP] (Alien Physiology) Additional Limb 1 (Prehensile Tongue) [1PP] Communication 5 (Infrasonic calls; Extras: Area(5 miles)) [10PP] (Infrasound) Elongation 2 (Extending Tongue; 50' ; Flaws: Limited: Additional limb only) [1PP] Feature 1 (Amphibious; Environmental Adaptation Aquatic) [1PP] Feature 1 (Opportunistic Feeder; Iron Stomach) [1PP] Growth 4 (Large; Reach 10'; Extras: Continuous, Flaws: Permanent) [12PP] Immunity 10 (Life support, Aging) [10PP] (Hardy Physiology, Regeneration) Protection 5 (Instant Regeneration; Drawbacks: Weakpoint -1) [4PP] (Regeneration) Leaping 4 (Powerful Legs; Feats: Alternate Power) [5PP] (alien anatomy) Alternate Power: Swim 4 (Aquatic) {4/4} Regeneration 28 (Healing Factor; Bruised No action(3), Injured no action(6), Staggered standard action (5), Disabled 1 round (6), Ability Damage 1/hour (2), Resurrection 5 minutes (6); Feats: Persistent, regrowth) [30PP] (Regeneration) Super Senses 1 (Rhinellian Hearing; ultra hearing) [1PP] Super Strength 2 (Mighty; lift str 45 6 ton Heavy Load) [2PP] (alien anatomy) Device 3 (Wyld Mind Band; 15 PP Container; Flaws: Hard-To-Lose) [12PP] (Tech, Psychic) Comprehend 4 (Universal Translator; Speak, Understand, Read/write all languages at once) [8PP] Enhanced Will 7 (Mind Shield;) 7PP] Device 1 (Lucky Jacket; 5 PP Container; Flaws: Hard-To-Lose) [4PP] (Tech, Fate) Enhanced Feats 3 (Lucky; Dodge Focus 2, Luck 1) [2PP] Protection 2 (Armored; ) [2PP] Device 1 (Chains of Nihilor; 5 PP Container; Flaws: Hard-To-Lose) [4PP] (Metal, Terminus) Damage 2 (Beatdown; Feats: Extended Reach 1 (15'), Improved Trip, Mighty) [5PP] (Bludgeoning) Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP Weakness (Terminus/Warpwold Sickness; Frequency: Uncommon; Intensity: Moderate -1 checks/attacks/defense per minute exposure )[-5PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed 10'/50' DC 25 Toughness Damage Chains of Nihilor 15' DC 27 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (34) + Combat (14) + Saving Throws (6) + Skills (9) + Feats (21) + Powers (96) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180 Power Points
  15. angrydurf


    Kam winced a bit at his sisters gentle ribbing. "Ahhh." he shrugged a bit, "Well I was concerned what mother and father might ..." he waved it off as unimportant, "Regardless it worked and..." Then Elizabeth started in. Kam rolled his eyes in mock frustration, "If everyone knows a thing it's no longer a secret now is it?" he countered stealing a furtive glance to Janice who was at least slightly more in the know as to his nocturnal rendezvous. Quickly trying to once more gain control of the conversation he arched a brow to elizabeth, "I could tell you what happened next in Turkey?" he suggested smiling wide, "That's a bit of a secret still." The Dakanan Prince waited only a few beats before continuing his story then. "It did have the desired effect lots of people took notice and a few obviously on the lookout for usss....." His words trailed off as his eyes fixed on a figure crossing the quad some distance away clearly distracted and surprised at the what he saw. his mouth hung open for a moment then he realized his gaffe and he furtively looked from face to face of his assembled friends, "aahh where was I oh so we uhm followed and..."
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