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Simms Attack roll Attack roll (1d20+8=9) MISS! Tucker's Attack roll Attack roll (1d20+8=16) MISS!

Toughness save (1d20+8=11) HIT! and let,s check for Knockback: Knockback check (1d20+4=12)

1d20+16=27

GM POST The three vampire hobos cackled madly at the night sky, the stench of cheap alcohol cut with copper wafting towards Orela. The violent crashing of the waves and the icy breeze off the ocean set the tone of this grim encounter. Owen sneered at Orela while his companions eyed their prey like hungry wolves. "Us, sweetheart? We're vampires," Simms and Uncle Tucker howled as Owen finished. "You? You the 'fated dead' here!", and he undead trio pounced.

GM POSTS Bad Things Happen To Bad People (18) Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight (10) Razorwing Mistaken Fungus Among Us Five Across The Eyes Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight Unbalanced: Razorwing's Oct 2010 Vignette

Initiative check (1d20+8=9) Gonna need an Initiative check from you, plox. Also, edited the last post slightly, so be sure to check it out.

GM POST "Why you care about them so much?" asked Simms, his grin growing into a nefarious smile. "Yeah, you oughtta think about you," added Uncle Tucker. "Look, we can do this the easy way," chimed in Owen as a pair of fangs appeared in his mouth, "or we can do it the fun way!" "Chucky, take us down to the pier!", cried Sal as he peered out the back window at their pursuer. The Cadillac drove on harder, trying to make a b-line for the pier, the silent-as-night motorcycle in tow.

The young girl, Rose, has two open wounds on her neck, similar to that you'd expect to see in a vampire movie. It appears she tossed her hair behind her ear as a silent warning to you before she was led off by Nathan.

Let me get a Notice check, DC 15.

GM POST "N-no, she's fine," Nathan blurted out as soon as Orela asked. "She's just tired, that's all. C'mon, Rose," he added while grabbing her by the shoulder. The girl tried to shrug off Nathan's hand but relented when he tightened his grip and pulled her to her feet. When she stood she brushed her bangs away from her face and tucked the hair behind her ear and took a moment to look deep into Orela's eyes before she was led away, a haunting look of sorrow and sympathy. When Nathan and Rose were a good distance away, Owen, Simms, and Uncle Tucker shared a sinister nod with one another and turned their attention back to the seemingly frail newcomer. "Sooo," said Uncle Tucker, who had remained silent up until this point. "What'd you say your name was, sweetheart?" Chucky opened the driver side door and hopped in, turning the key that was left in the ignition and threw the beast into reverse as soon as Sal and his female hostage were in the back seat. Nearly slamming into the other escort that was left behind, he swung the car around 180 degrees and gunned it, the tires squealing as Chucky pulled out of the parking garage. "Hey, you can't just leave me here!!!" shouted the stranded female. Her pouty-face dissolved as soon as she saw the attache case that was supposedly full of cash. Looking left, then right, then left again, a mischievous grin played across her face and she sauntered over to the fallen case. "Hmph, at least I can still have a good night," she remarked to no one in particular before she heard a low whine from the shadows. Squinting into the darkness she asked, "Hello?", and jumped back as a silver and black motorcycle rushed past her, following the Cadillac up the exit ramp.

GM POST "'The Pugilist'?" asked a puzzled Simms. "Ain't that like a boxer er sumthin'?" he said as he passed the bottle of discount wine to Owen. "You don't get it, man. Look at her shirt. She's a superhero," said Owen, accepting the bottle. He took a deep pull of the wine and exhaled. The smell of the alcohol reminded Orela of turpentine. "You know, she probably just got in from another city or something, looking to make a name for herself." He offered the bottle to Orela and was about to say something else when Nathan spoke up. "Dude, just leave her alone. She doesn't have anythi-." his sentence was cut off by Simms. "Shuddup, Nate," snapped the grizzled vagrant. "Why don't you take a walk with Rose while the grown-ups're talkin'?" The suggestion was more of a command, and Nathan did as he was told. He pulled the bill of his cap low and put his hand out for Rose. Sitting on the sand with her knees drawn close to her chest with her arms wrapped around them, the teenage girl with long black bangs still covering her features refused to move. The two older men chuckled at each others comments. "Shut up! He was right frickin' here," exclaimed Sal. "I turn around for a second and he's gone. Poof. Ain't no way he made it out the garage without me hearing him or you two's seeing him!" This made the other two mobsters stop in mid-chuckle and look around the parking garage. In the span of heartbeat one of the older wise guys smacked face first into the pavement, his legs dragged from underneath him by a thin cable wrapped around his ankles. His partner pulled a .45 pistol from his jacket and scanned the room, firing three shots into a darkened corner of the lot when the cable unwound iitself from the fallen gangster's legs and trailed back into the shadows. Sal dropped the case full of cash and drew his own pistol, fired blindly into the darkness. and grabbed one of his escorts by the hair to use as a hostage. "Yo, Chucky, get in the G**damn car, would'ja?" he yelled as he made his way over to the Cadillac.

GM POST As the young woman came into the light of the fire, the older man's jaw dropped when he got his first good look at the newcomer. Standing at just over five feet, she was a stunning specimen with brownish blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes, and olive skin. He caught himself and stammered an apology. "Sorry, I weren't tryin' to be rude. It's just, well, uhh," he thought how to explain what he meant, but decided to switch topics. "Uhh, nice shirt," he commented on Orela's black t-shirt with a steel-gray 'FORCE Ops' logo. "I 'member them guys. Way back when Moore was in office, the dirty sumbitch that he was." One of the other men took off his jacket and offered it to the young lady. "Simms, shut up and pass that swill," he said playfully to the man with the bushy beard. "My name's Owen, this here's Uncle Tucker," he motioned to the scrawny, bald, bespectacled man at the opposite side of the barrel who waved in return. Owen continued with the introductions. "The kid in the ball cap over there is Nathan and the girl with all the hair in her face is Rose. She don't talk much, though." "Bruno, quit playin' around!" the young man in the black suit yelled, his words echoing off the walls of the garage. The screeching of tires caught his attention. A black cherry Cadillac pulled up next to the limo and two older, obvious mafioso-types exited. "Sally, you were supposed to be here two f**kin' hours ago with the cash. We went back to the old man's house looking for you, thought maybe you forgot. Guess you was too busy with these two skan..." his words were cut off by Sal's frantic interruption. "Shut up! Did you see Bruno when you was pullin' in?" "Uhh, no, numbnuts, Bruno was with you last I saw." The other older mobster chimed in, "Heh, what, you had one of these broads drive you here?" he chuckled as he nudged his partner.

GM POST September 26th, 2010; approximately 2:00 AM A chill breeze blew in from the Atlantic, bringing with it a salty scent that mingled with the stench of cheap hooch and dead fish that was signature of the less glamorous areas of the boardwalk. The sky was gray and cloudy, light rain falling sporadically, forcing the underprivileged to seek shelter under a pier. A barrel fire had been started and the "locals" had gathered around for warmth and companionship. A gruff old fellow with long, knotted hair and a bushy unkempt beard noticed a solitary form huddled away from the rest of the group and called out, "Hey, no need ta be by yerself, fella. Come on over and get warm." He raised a bottle of rotgut and added, "Plenty fer e'ryone!" A black limousine pulled into the parking garage of the Signora Fortuna casino. A tall, stocky man with dark-tinted glasses exited the driver-side door and opened the rear passenger door. Out stepped a younger man in a fine black suit with slicked back hair and an attache case in his hand, followed by two beautiful women dressed to the nines and giggling drunkenly. Looking at the pair of ladies the young man commented, "So, you wanted to see how real men handle business, and I told you I'd show you. Hey, Bruno, take care of my light work will ya?" he said, extending the attache case while going in to slobber creepily on the neck of one of the girls. "Hey, Bruno, I said take the f**king ca... Bruno?" he asked to an empty garage.

ok, here's the OOC for The Pugilist's first foray into crime fighting with cameo appearance by Razorwing.

Razorwing Welcome Back, Kris GM Posts Bad Things Happen To Bad People

In the span of just a few heartbeats the tension in the air grew thick enough to cut with a knife. Admittedly he showed his hand too early, but what was the point of beating around the bush? He came back to Freedom City with a mission in mind, and whether his former teammates would accept the road he was taking or not, he truly hoped they knew they were all on the same side. "I'm not going to bore you with details, but I want you to know that I am nothing more than a weapon. For better or worse, I've been trained for a singular purpose, and that purpose isn't very pleasant." Taking another sip of his coffee he continued. "I've thought long and hard about what to do with my life, and I've come to a decision," he said as he swept his eyes across the kitchen, taking in the reactions from the Interceptors. "Freedom City is a beacon. It's been that way for as long as history's been written. Revolutionary, civil, alien, and infernal wars have been fought here. The champions of righteousness and the minions of tyranny have clashed here. Gods and monsters have walked on the very same ground you and I stand on right now. This place," emphasising his words with a hard tap on the kitchen table, "is where everything that really matters will happen. Sides are chosen and lines are drawn. To some the sides are clear and the lines are uncrossable. But to others," he let his words hang in the air for a moment, "not so much." He knew his choice of words were grounds for an all-out brawl with Colt, Grim, and Jack, so he was quick to raise a reassuring hand. "Before you all jump me, let me finish. I know there are rules in Freedom City. I can follow rules. I'd be dead a hundred times over by now if I couldn't," his voice became low and harsh, much like the tone he used in costume, but much more passionate. He spoke of himself now, hoping his former teammates would catch the meaning of his metaphor. "There's a storm coming, but even the Darkest clouds have a Silver lining. If you ever need Razorwing, I'll be there. As for Kristian Gerber," he picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder,"you might as well forget he even existed."

Wow, sorry for the months long delay. I know this thread crapped out awhile ago, but I'm just gonna wrap up the loose ends. If you want to RP anymore, we can keep it going. If not, we'll assume Kris took a rain check on his eggs, grabbed his gear from the Underground (with an armed escort, I'm sure), and hasn't been heard from since. Also, I know I haven't been really clear in my sporadic postings in the last few months, but Razorwing is staying a hero. All that dark-and-gritty talk is just flavor, ala Batman's speech at the end of The Dark Knight. I'm not sure what I'll have had him do since April 19th, but I'm going to assume it required his attention far more than the Gruevasion did. Feel free to PM me if you want to game. It'd be interesting to see how the new Interceptor's would get along with Razorwing if ever they ever crossed paths in the line of duty. Interceptors, GO!

ok, giving the kid an overhaul. I've also revised his background info and such. Combat Attack: +10, +11 (melee, shuriken, smoke pellets, thrown knife), +12 (grapple gun, knife, nunchaku) Grapple: +14 Defense: +10, +12 Dodge Focus (+5 flat-footed) Knockback: -5 (-3 flat-footed) Initiative: +12 This adds up to 40pp and his old Combat cost 24pp = [16pp] Saves Toughness: +10 (+6 flat-footed; +3 Con, +3 armored jumpsuit, +4 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +10 (+3 Con, +7) Reflex: +10 (+4 Dex, +6) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) This adds up to 19pp and his old Saves cost 15pp = [4pp] Skills Acrobatics 16 (+20) [skill Mastery] Computers 16 (+20) [skill Mastery] Disable Device 16 (+20) [skill Mastery] Gather Information 8 (+10) Intimidate 8 (+10) Investigate 4 (+8) Knowledge (streetwise) 4 (+8) Languages 2 (Base: English; Japanese, Russian) Notice 8 (+10) Profession (mercenary) 2 (+4) Search 4 (+8) Stealth 16 (+20) [skill Mastery] This adds up to 26pp and his old Skills cost 32pp = [-6pp] Feats Attack Focus (melee) Beginner's Luck Defensive Roll 2 Dodge Focus 2 Elusive Target Equipment 10 Evasion Fearless Hide In Plain Sight Improved Initiative 2 Jack-of-All-Trades Luck Master Plan Ninja Run Power Attack Precise Shot Quick Draw Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Computers, Disable Device, Stealth) Sneak Attack 4 Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) This adds up to 37pp and his old Feats cost 49pp = [-12pp] Equipment Powers Device 2 (armored jumpsuit, hard to lose) Device 1 (grapple gun, easy to lose) Leaping 1 (ninja leaping; training)[1pp] Quickness 1 (ninja quickness; training) [1pp] Speed 1 (ninja speed; training) [1pp] This adds up to 14pp and his old Power set cost 12pp = [2pp] Drawbacks Nightmares (DC 10 check upon waking, fatigued if failed) [-3pp] Vulnerable (electromagnetic energy/radiation, very common, minor) [-3pp] This adds up to -6pp and his old Drawbacks cost -6pp = no change Costs: Abilities (36) + Combat (40) + Saves (19) + Skills (26) + Feats (37) + Powers (14) - Drawbacks (6) = 166/166 pp AND, because I'm a nice guy, I'll put this all in CODE for you so you can just cut and paste =] [floatr][img=http://i482.photobucket.com/albums/rr184/lerciferus/nightwing113-2-1-1-1.jpg][/floatr][b][u]Characters Name[/u][/b]: Razorwing [b][u]Power Level[/u][/b]: 11 (166/166PP) [b][u]Trade-Offs[/u][/b]: +1 Attack for -1 Damage, +1 Defense for -1 Toughness [b][u]Unspent PP[/u][/b]: 0 [b][u]Gold Status[/u][/b]: 16/30 [b][u]In Brief[/u][/b]: A ninja-commando trained for urban warfare. [b][u]Alternate Identity[/u][/b]: Kristian Elliot Gerber [b][u]Identity[/u][/b]: Secret [b][u]Birthplace[/u][/b]: Freedom City, New Jersey [b][u]Occupation[/u][/b]: none [b][u]Affiliations[/u][/b]: Interceptors (reserve member) [b][u]Family[/u][/b]: James Gerber (father, deceased), Cynthia Schwarz-Gerber (mother, deceased) [b][u]Age[/u][/b]: 17 (born March 12, 1993) [b][u]Gender[/u][/b]: Male [b][u]Ethnicity[/u][/b]: Caucasian [b][u]Height[/u][/b]: 5'9" [b][u]Weight[/u][/b]: 160 lbs [b][u]Eyes[/u][/b]: Blue [b][u]Hair[/u][/b]: Black [b][u]Description[/u][/b]: Kristian Gerber is in remarkable physical condition. His normal attire consists of BDU pants and combat boots accompanied by heavy metal t-shirts and a gray hoodie with a white skeletal stencil. As a note of interest, Krisitian and the dimensionally-displaced teen hero known as Elite share a strikingly similar appearance, so much so that a casual observer could mistake them for twin brothers. [b][u]History[/u][/b]: Some time during the 1970's, two extremely gifted teenagers thought to take up the war on crime. This dynamic duo, Cardinal (James Gerber) and Blackbird (Cynthia Schwartz), battled against the seedy underbelly of New York City for years at the side of the dark avenger Raven, eventually falling in love with. When the Moore Act was passed in the 1980's, James chose to leave New York to help the few remaining heroes of Freedom City battle against the scum and villainy that plagued the once proud city while Cynthia stayed in New York to finish college. Dropping his happy-go-lucky demeanor and his flamboyant costume, James crafted a new identity for himself; one more suited to the social, economic, and anti-heroic theme of the day. Based upon a myth from the fabled lands of Shangri-La, the vigilante known as Razorwing cut a swathe of justice through Freedom City. As an on-again, off-again member of the group ForceOps, James Gerber found himself falling deeply into the darkest places of his soul and questioning the terrible things he was doing in the name of peace and order. Unable to handle the pressure anymore, James hung up his costume and returned to New York City a broken man. If it weren't for the love and support of his former friend and confidant Cynthia, now a criminal psychologist, he would have remained a husk of the man he once was. After years of renewed friendship, the two became romantic once more, marrying, and moving out to Freedom City when Mayor Moore was exposed for the crook he really was. Soon Cynthia Schwartz-Gerber was with child, and she gave birth to a wonderful baby boy in the Spring of 1993. These were to be the happiest times of their lives, but Omega had other plans. When the city was attacked, James did not hesitate to don the guise of Razorwing one last time to aid his fellow heroes in pushing back the extra-dimensional legions at Omega's command, and he gave his life so that so many others may live. In the aftermath of the Terminus Invasion, Cynthia became sick. After years of battling a rare form of leukemia, she succumbed to her illness when her son was nearly six years old. Kristian became a dark and brooding introvert, bouncing from foster home to foster home and prone to violent outbursts. On the evening before his tenth birthday he was startled out of bed by a powerful hand gripping his mouth and a cold, emotionless voice whispering from the darkness of the room, "[b]I knew your old man, and his son deserves better than this. Come with me and you'll learn the truth[/b]." The next six and a half years of his life are filled physical and mental conditioning, combat drills, obedience training, and survival tests all administered by a single figure clad in full body armor known to him only as "Ronin". With his brutal yet thorough training nearly completed, Ronin gifted the young man with a suit of advanced combat armor resembling that of the original Razorwing's, an utility belt, and a custom motorcycle to aid him in his final test: infiltrate the Labyrinth and recover any data detailing the past of the mercenary group once known as Nemesis. To this end, Ronin used his connections to have the boy placed in Ev Prep, the front for the nefarious training camp known as the Shadow Academy. Shortly after his arrival Razorwing set forth to complete his mission under the cover of night. Finding an entrance to a high-tech laboratory deep beneath the grounds of Ev Prep, Razorwing successfully retrieved the data he was sent to obtain, though not without tripping an alarm. Narrowly avoiding an all-out confrontation with the students and faculty of the Shadow Academy, he delivered his package at the predetermined drop-off point, only to be ambushed by Ronin! Ronin took the data-disc and left the battered and beaten Razorwing with one final message before he departed: "[b]Sorry kid, no loose ends[/b]." Cast out by his former mentor, he was all alone in a world he hardly understood. Razorwing must now come to terms with the latest raw deal that life has dealt him and strive to become his own man. [b][u]Personality & Motivation[/u][/b]: Many would describe Kristian Gerber as a violent sociopath. His life before Ronin's tutelage was lacking in all the qualities that led to the healthy psychological development of a child, and his intense training at the hands of a gun-for-hire did little to reinforce what little positive influences Kristian had. He had always thought of himself as a weapon forged to do battle at the whims of the highest bidder, but now he feels he has a new purpose. Razorwing has decided to use his skills and fighting abilities to combat the injustices of the world that he himself had once committed. [b][u]Powers & Tactics[/u][/b]: A skilled martial artist and acrobat, Razorwing uses his utility belt's array of weaponry and grapple gun to full advantage to even the playing field against his adversaries before going in close for the finish. His armored jumpsuit, crafted by his mentor Ronin, possesses a set of retractable glider wings that allow for aerial mobility and the cowl houses an advanced communication and sensor suite. The grapple gun is a prototype that was mothballed due to an unpractical cost and lack of demand, researched and developed by ASTRO Labs. His subterranean headquarters, a forgotten fallout shelter from the days of the Cold War refitted to his personal taste and needs, is located a few miles southwest of the municipal landfill. At the behest of the Seven Shadow's Path ninja clan, Kristian allowed himself to become host for a "spiritual egg" of the [i]Kageryu no Tachisukumu[/i], [i]Kamisorihane[/i] (Shadow Dragon of Fear, Razorwing), after besting the mythological being in spiritual combat. It is prophecied that in a few short years, a grand tournament will be held between champions of the [i]kageryu[/i] and other pseudo-deities for control of Shangri-La. [b][u]Complications[/u][/b]: [i]Enemies[/i]: Although Ronin is easily Razorwing's most powerful enemy, his rogue's gallery includes the Shadow Academy and a rogue faction of the Seven Shadow's Path ninja clan that believe he is unworthy of the honor placed upon him. [i]Reputation[/i]: Although it isn't widely know, Razorwing was once the apprentice of one of the most feared assassin and mercenary in the world, Ronin. Also, Razorwing's tactics and philosophy on fighting are simple: put them down, hard and fast. He has no compunction about maiming or crippling his opponents if the need arises. [i]Temper[/i]: Go ahead, push his buttons (see above). [b][u]Abilities[/u][/b]: 6+8+6+8+4+4 = 36pp Str: 16 (+3) Dex: 18 (+4) Con: 16 (+3) Int: 18 (+4) Wis: 14 (+2) Cha: 14 (+2) [u][b]Combat[/b][/u] 20+20 = 40pp Initiative: +12 Attack: +10, +11 (melee, shuriken, smoke pellets, thrown knife), +12 (grapple gun, knife, nunchaku) Grapple: +14 Defense: +10, +12 Dodge Focus (+5 flat-footed) Knockback: -5 (-3 flat-footed) [u][b]Saves[/b][/u] 7+6+6 = 19pp Toughness: +10 (+6 flat-footed; +3 Con, +3 armored jumpsuit, +4 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +10 (+3 Con, +7) Reflex: +10 (+4 Dex, +6) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) [u][b]Skills[/b][/u] 104r = 26pp Acrobatics 16 (+20) [Skill Mastery] Computers 16 (+20) [Skill Mastery] Disable Device 16 (+20) [Skill Mastery] Gather Information 8 (+10) Intimidate 8 (+10) Investigate 4 (+8) Knowledge (streetwise) 4 (+8) Languages 2 (Base: English; Japanese, Russian) Notice 8 (+10) Profession (mercenary) 2 (+4) Search 4 (+8) Stealth 16 (+20) [Skill Mastery] [u][b]Feats[/b][/u] 37pp Attack Focus (melee) Beginner's Luck Defensive Roll 2 Dodge Focus 2 Elusive Target Equipment 10 Evasion Fearless Hide In Plain Sight Improved Initiative 2 Jack-of-All-Trades Luck Master Plan Ninja Run Power Attack Precise Shot Quick Draw Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Computers, Disable Device, Stealth) Sneak Attack 4 Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) [quote name="Equipment"] [i][u]Headquarters[/u][/i] [b]Size[/b]: Medium, [b]Toughness[/b]: +15; [i]Features[/i]: Communications, Computer, Concealed 2, Garage, Gym, Infirmary, Isolated, Laboratory, Library, Living Space, Power System, Security System 2, Workshop [18ep] [url=http://i482.photobucket.com/albums/rr184/lerciferus/b-king-concept.jpg][i][u]Razorcycle[/u][/i][/url] [b]STR[/b] 20, [b]SPD[/b] 5, [b]DEF[/b] 10, [b]TOU[/b] +10, [b]SIZE[/b]: Medium; [i]Features[/i]: Alarm 2, Masterwork, Subtle [16ep] [u][i]Utility Belt[/i][/u] caltrops, comlink, flashlight, gasmask, masterwork electronic tool kit, masterwork first aid kit, masterwork forensics kit, masterwork lockpick set, multi-tool, PDA, rebreather [8ep] [i][u]Weapon Array[/u][/i] [b]Blast 1[/b] (shuriken) ([i]Extra[/i]: Autofire; [i]Power Feat[/i]: Masterwork, Subtle) [b]Obscure 2[/b] (smoke pellets) ([i]Extra[/i]: Independent; [i]Power Feat[/i]: Masterwork) [b]Strike 2[/b] (knife) ([i]Power Feat[/i]: Masterwork, Mighty, Thrown) [b]Strike 2[/b] (nunchaku) ([i]Power Feat[/i]: Masterwork, Mighty, Twin Strike) [8ep][/quote] [u][b]Powers[/b][/u] [b]Device 2[/b] (armored jumpsuit, hard to lose) [8pp] [quote name="armored jumpsuit"][b]Communication 4[/b] (radio) (encrypted commlink; technology) ([i]Power Feat[/i]: Subtle) [5dp] [b]Flight 2[/b] (glider wings; technology; [i]Flaw[/i]: Gliding; [i]Drawback[/i]: Power Loss [if wings are immobilized, uncommon, minor]) [1dp] [b]Protection 3[/b] (armored jumpsuit; technology; [i]Drawback[/i]: Noticeable, Weak Point) [1dp] [b]Super-Senses 3[/b] (darkvision, tracking [visual]) (heads-up display; technology) [3dp][/quote] [b]Device 1[/b] (grapple gun, easy to lose) [3pp] [quote name="grapple gun"][b]Snare 5[/b] (grapple gun; technology; [i]Flaw[/i]: Limited [one target Snared at a time]; [i]Power Feat[/i]: Accurate, Alternate Power, Improved Throw, Reversible, Tether; [i]Drawback[/i]: Reduced Range 2, Vulnerable [slashing damage, very common, minor]) -AP: [b]Speed 1[/b] (10mph) + [b]Super-Movement 2[/b] (Slow Fall, Swinging) (swing line; technology)[/quote] [b]Leaping 1[/b] (ninja leaping; training)[1pp] [b]Quickness 1[/b] (ninja quickness; training) [1pp] [b]Speed 1[/b] (ninja speed; training) [1pp] [u][b]Drawbacks[/b][/u] Nightmares (very common, minor) [-3pp] Vulnerable (electromagnetic energy/radiation, very common, minor) [-3pp] [b][u]DC Block[/u][/b]: [code] ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Blast 1 Ranged DC16 Toughness Damage (Staged) Snare 5 Ranged DC15 Reflex Entangled (Staged) Strike 2 Ranged DC20 Toughness Damage (Staged) Strike 2 Touch DC20 Toughness Damage (Staged) Unarmed Touch DC18 Toughness Damage (Staged) Costs: Abilities (36) + Combat (40) + Saves (19) + Skills (26) + Feats (37) + Powers (14) - Drawbacks (6) = 166/166 pp Doktor'd

Buy some teammates that'll stick around for more than a few weeks =p But anyway, I got internets now... you've been warned

He appreciated the sentiments given by his friends, kind words of support and acceptance, of redemption and second chances, but he felt even worse than ever. There had always been a gnawing sense of regret for accepting the offer of the Seven Shadow's Path to battle the Razorwing to make it's power his own, but now he came to full understanding of his actions. These people, his comrades, would have accepted him back into their group if he had only asked, but he had thrown that chance out the window the moment he realized his true nature. "Thank you. All of you." Taking a deep breath through his nostrils then sipping his coffee, he exhaled the warmth through his mouth. "And I'm sorry. For whatever inconvenience I may have put on you, for the things I've done in my past, and for the things I will do in the future." The last sentence resounded with an undeniable tone of base intent.

He poured a cup for Billy, then one for himself. He avoided Jack's eyes, knowing that the swordsman wouldn't appreciate what he was saying. "After Colombia I hopped a boat to the old world. Still plenty of action going on over there for a guy like me." His voice became more stoic as he spoke. "But like I said, I was beat on all that real quick. After the 'zombie' incident in Iran, I decided to go back to Japan, and finish what I started there... maybe that wasn't such a good idea, though." he said, the beating of fearful wings filling his ears. Kristian rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head, an unconscious act that betrayed his internal conflict. "You ever do something that made you feel like a complete piece of crap?" he asked.

"Yeah, scrambled eggs with some cheese, please," he replied to Lynn's offer of breakfast. "Airline food sucks!" He took another sip of his coffee after chuckling at his own comment. "So, I hitched rides down to the Mexican border. I got into running guns for the Mexican mafia to make some quick cash, then I did some work in South America. Colombia mostly." He looked solemnly into his mug, feeling a pang of shame for his actions. "It wasn't long before I was done with all that, though. He looked up from his cup of joe, took a deep breath, and downed the rest of the bitter brew. "That's when I decided to I needed to retrace my steps, all the places I traveled when I was with Ronin. I needed answers that he'd never give me." The young man stood up and took his mug over to the coffee pot, pouring himself another hot beverage. "Anyone else?"

Friendship. Hearing how the rest of the Interceptors felt bout his departure he felt a pang of guilt. He hadn't meant to just up-and-go, but that was how it happened, and he didn't think that any of his teammates would care that he was gone. Apparently he was wrong. "I'm sorry, guys," he said after a sip of coffee. "I just had to get my head right after..." he paused for a moment, "After I got chewed up and spit out by a demon, it made me re-evaluate some things." Looking Jack-of-all-Blades square in the eye, he continued. "The memory of your own death is nothing to live with easily. I had to force myself to make a decision regarding what to do with the rest of my life. And I figured it out," he said as he met eyes with Colt and Grimalkin. He felt that the rest of the team wouldn't appreciate exactly what that decision was, so he kept it to himself.

Letting his shirt fall back into place, the young man knelt down and pulled something from his duffel bag. "Check this out," he said as he tossed the bundle of black cloth on the kitchen counter. "It's called a shinobi shozoko. Those little booties are called tabi," he said with the biggest smile on his face that he rest of them had ever seen from the stoic young man. "I picked those up when I returned to Japan in late January to complete my shinobi training." He was about to continue with the rest of his story, but then with a sly grin he asked "Quid pro quo, Jack. What's the hellfire flu?

Running a hand through his hair to even it out after the noogie Jack had laid on him, he replied. "You... you can feel that? I mean, I know you can sniff out fire and electricity, but this?" he says as he lifts his shirt up to expose his well-toned and heavily muscled torso, accented with scars and burns that gave proof of his grueling training, "you can actually see this?" he asked as he laid his hand over his chest. He knew it was there, though it was invisible to others as far as he knew: a soul brand depicting the Razorwing, a great winged terror what haunted the darkest of souls, the beast of legend for what he was named, the demi-spirit that he had defeated in spiritual combat in the mystic lands of Shangri-La to gain his new-found powers of ninjutsu.