Angel

Awesome, Angel thought, Someone who doesn't know me. Though, am I slipping? Maybe I should have went and made the news. "Glad to meet you, Stesha." Walking a bit closer, she examined the princess and her dress. "So, what kinda soiree are you going to?"

Angel laughed heartily at the comment of who she hangs around with, but more at the display of frustrated cuteness. "Oh, OK, yeah, that was too good to be true." Her clothes didn't look her part, but then again, she didn't like fancy wear. Baggy jeans, boy's boxers, sneakers, and a spaghetti strap tanktop suited her fine. "Excuse me," she curtsied to the princess, "perhaps we started out on a bad foot. My name is Angel Marks. And you are?"

"Huh, weird," Angel said thinking alloud again. Pulling around to the front of the ambulance she checked to see if the driver was OK.

Was that flower thing a sign of aggression? Angel knew better than to let her guard down, but the little princess looked too cute to hurt anything. "The person who lives here isn't here," she said in a lazy stance, "I'm sure if you know who's house you broke into you'd run far far away, cutie."

Weird, Angel thought as she found out the door wasn't locked. I'll just wait here in the living room till she gets home. Maybe I'll get something from the kitchen. Hopefully she doesn't mind. As she walked to the kitchen, she heard a noise soming from the bedroom. Wait, her car's not here, Angel thought as her pulse quickened. Slipping off her shoes, she walked towards the bedroom, ready to kick the head off of the intruder. When she got to her destination she couldn't believe her eyes. It was like a fairy tale just appeared. "No, who are you," Angel demanded right back.

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It was a boring weekend. Nightfall was too far away. That's when Angel usually did her crimefighting deal. She could go spontaneously start a scene and get some coverage on the 11 o'clock news as she was wont to do, but she was fresh out of ideas there. She wondered when the last time she saw Moira was. Maybe it was time to give her a visit. Hopping in her new black 2010 Tesla Roadster Sport, she sped off to see the woman of her dreams. When she got there, she found that Moira was nowhere to be found.

"Roger that," Angel said dropping the Aeroboard and having it land about a foot off the ground. Hopping on she raced after the ambulance. "If I had a nickel for ever ambuilance I've chased," she said to herself in flight, "I'd be five cents richer." She easily caught up with the ambulance. Peeking in the back she saw something.

Players Name: Angel (NPC) Power Level: 9 Trade-Offs: -3 Defense/+3 Toughness Characters Name: Carl Marks Height: 5'9" Weight: 180 lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Description: A stout 50 year old latino. He's beginning to show his age with a few wrinkles and gray hairs. He always dresses business casual. History: Carl was a bookish kid growing up. He didn't participate in physical games, but boy could he run his mouth. It was his mouth that got him into trouble and his mouth that got him out. No one could ever stay mad at him for long. He'd lend an ear when it was needed and always gave his opinion whether it was needed or not. His passion in life, talking lead to selling things. He also had a knack for building things. Late at night he'd sit up playing with things and build the most wacky things Sure they never worked in reality, but that's where his other love came in: magic. He learned it quickly. Blessed with a mind as sharp as his mouth, he studied and went on to many successful endevours. By the time he had settled down his brother, Dawson, offered him the job of looking after his niece, Angel. Something about business meetings with very influential investors. He gladly took the responsibility. Personality & Motivation: He is boisterous and some would say eccentric. He lives for the sale. His products are all over late night Freedom City televisions. Most people think he's a snake oil salesman, but time and time again he has proved that his little marvels do wonders. He really doesn'thave to work. He is supported by his brother and takes care of his niece. Powers & Tactics: He is an inventor and salesman of magical wares. Not that he tells anyone they're magical. He will try to talk his way out of a fight. If he is forced to fight then he will flee. Stats: 42pp Str: 10 (+0) Dex: 10 (+0) Con: 10 (+0) Int: 24 (+7) Wis: 24 (+7) Cha: 24 (+7) Combat: 12pp Attack: +0 Grapple: +0 Defense: +6 (+3 flat-footed) Knockback: -0 Initiative: +0 Saves: 0pp Toughness: +0/+12 (+0 Con, +12 Force Field [9 Impervious]) Fortitude: +0 (+0 Con, +0) Reflex: +0 (+0 Dex, +0) Will: +7 (+7 Wis, +0) Skills: 136r = 34pp Bluff 8 (+15) Concentration 8 (+15) Craft (artistic) 8 (+15) Craft (chemical) 8 (+15) Craft (electronics) 8 (+15) Craft (mechanical) 8 (+15) Craft (structural) 8 (+15) Diplomacy 8 (+15, +17 with Wealth) Gather Information 8 (+15, +17 with Wealth) Knowledge (arcane lore) 8 (+15) Knowledge (business) 8 (+15) Knowledge (civics) 8 (+15) Knowledge (current events) 8 (+15) Knowledge (pop culture) 8 (+15) Notice 8 (+15) Profession (salesman) 8 (+15) Sense Motive 8 (+15) Feats: 6pp Artificer Benefit (Wealth 3) Ritualist Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Gather Information, Sense Motive) Powers: 51pp Force Field 12 (Extra: Impervious 9) [21pp] Teleport 9 (anywhere on Earth; Extra: Accurate; Power Feat: Easy, Change Direction, Change Velocity) [30pp] Drawbacks: 6pp Power Loss (Force Field; when unable to speak and gesture to cast, –3) Power Loss (Teleport; when unable to speak and gesture to cast, –3) Costs: Abilities (42) + Combat (12) + Saves (00) + Skills (34) + Feats (6) + Powers (51) - Drawbacks (6) = 139

Angel nodded and firmly shoo the mystery man's hand. Most people had seen her on television. Those cameras made for good and bad for herr. Luckily they weren't around at that moment. "Well," she sighed, "I usually search out suspicious things around town late at night and try to help if need be." She points at the mist, "That certainly looks suspicious." Looking back to Midnight, she hid her impatience with a smile and bounced from one foot to the other, "Though it looks like you need some help. Two justice seekers are better than one!"

"Angel," she smiled, offering a hand of greeting to him, "and I like your way of thinking, Midnight!" She looked around at the mist and playfully swung her arm at it, "Though the gas has to go. I can't breath that stuff like you can."

Angel stared at the masked man for a second. Lowering herself to his level, just outside the mist, she shrugged and smiled, "I'm not a big fan of history." She stepped off the board and it instinctively went under her arm. "The only fish you'll find around here is a few rotten tramps. And I'm not sure those types go for the creepy mask deal."

Angel playfully blew a short raspberry at the guy still flirting with her. When Moira gave her warning, Angel nodded and let her foot off of the guy. Keeping her eye on his movements, she whispered into Moira's ear, "I have a change of clothes in my car. You watch what he does while I go get ready." Moira smiled and nodded, keeping her eye on him as well as Angel. Angel clicked the alarm system off as she walked to her silver 2-door 1965 GTO coupe with matching interior. It looked like it had never been driven before. Out of the back seat she pulled a long piece of metal shaped into an aerodynamic surfboard look. It was decorated in runes written in Enochian, unknown to Angel.The top side of it was graced with an etching of an angel. When she deliberately dropped it, it hovered about a foot off of the ground. Out of the front driver's side she pulled recieved black clothing which looked identical tothe lighter clothes she was wearing. With them she had some unadorned black leather bracers. She closed the car door and realarmed the vehicle. Hopping on the surfboard, she floated over to Moira and the guy. Moira was still keeping him distracted. "So is he coming along too," Angel asked with a snicker. Shgot off the board, "Here," she directed her comment at Moira, "Have a seat, I'll be back." She walked back towards the club to don her battle gear.

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"That's not suspicious at all," Angel snarked. She quickly guided the board toward the alleyway to get a closer look at the scene. "That car is hot," she boldly announced into the alleyway, "Let's just hope not in more ways than one!"

"Just doing what any good citizen would do, ma'am," Angel said as she curtsied. Still having her foot on the chest of the mugger, she bent down to pick up the purse and handed it to the woman. "Now you," she said looking down at the guy with a frown, "You get to spend the night in jail." She sighed, "I know what you're going to tell me, 'life's tough on the streets.' But really, in this day and age there is so much more you could be doing with your life. Do you want to be someone's underling in a group that will eventually get you killed? Come on! If you clean up, go to school and get an education, you could get paid way more than a purse once in a while. You could be rollin like all those rappers you hear!" She smiled, "Now that's gotta sound better than what you have now. Just follow your heart."

Taking a cue from Moira, Angel deftly ran after the purse snatcher. Seizing an opportunity where her partner had missed, she clipped the man at at the back of the knee and front of the foot. He went down as he valiently tried to escape the clipping. With a quick handstand, Angel cartwheeled to the standing position. She placed her foot on the mugger's chest, "Now where do you think you're going?"

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Angel smiled as she was dragged toward the door. She asserted dominance in the dragging by pulling Moira back towards her. That was no easy task. "Well, I have to change into something a bit darker," she whispered to Moira, "I can't be flying around the city like a big target." She smiled as she opened the door to the parking lot, "We won't need a car."

Angel looked at Moira confusedly as she stood in front of her. She smiled when the goddess gave her orders. Planting herself in the chair, she thought she going to get closer to her new friend. Taking her suggestion was not a hard task, the seat was almost a bit too comfortable. This was it, finally some close time! All her expectations were shattered when she was lifted out of the chair. "Woah," she yelped as her body was thrown off balance by the gravity defying lift. She adjusted herself. "Yeah, you are," she exclaimed after Moira made her obvious comment, "I guess you never know who you'll meet around here." Angel sighed contently, "I'm sorry for doubting you. You can come along with me." She paused then smiled wearily, "If you don't think I'm a jerk for the 'pretty ladies' comment."

Angel's inhibitions were a bit on the low side. Moira getting closer to her wasn't helping it either. She nodded happily when she called her sweet. Then the question was asked. Angel was taken aback. How could someone so beautiful want to throw herself in danger's way? It hurt her to tell her no, she couldn't directly say it. She collected herself and smiled, "Yeah, about that. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."

When Moira stared at her for that short moment, it was like no one else was a around. The eye contact made Angel forget everyone that was there besides her and the goddess. If not for Moira speaking again, she would have been lost in that moment forever. "Oh, yeah," she blushed also. Leaning back in the plush booth keeping her gaze on Moira, her voice turned boisterous, "I heard this was a good club so I thought I would check it out. I could get used to this slow type of stuff though." She smiled with a wink, "I actually was planning on patrolling tonight, to keep the city safe for pretty ladies like you."

"I thought you'd never ask," Angel smiled gently taking Moira by the hand and guilding her to one of the booths. The music was starting to grow on her. She couldn't decide if it was the woman she had just met that did it. Moira, if it's as the gods themselves had spoke it. Being chivalric, Angel guided Moira into the cozy booth first, then invited herself in. Getting a good look at her guest before she sat down, she felt vaguely out of place. She was wearing slightly brighter clothes than her. A pink spahetti tank midriff and matching low rise jeans which ever so slightly showed she was wearing boy's boxers. As opposed to Moira's much more appropriate dark jeans and t-shirt, yet she still looked beautiful in her dark wear. That reminded her, she was to go patrolling after this. But with such a gorgeous woman who could think about anything else? "So," Angel said sitting down and scooting close, "do you come here alot? This is my first time here. It's very peaceful and calming."

"You bett-" Angel's stern answer stopped midword as she she quickly turned around and saw the beautiful goddess. She stood there for a few seconds to take in what she saw. Those seconds were almost magical. The music's tempo didn't matter anymore. This could have been a construction site and she would care about is the woman in front of her. How could she have missed her all night? "You're fine," she smiled softly with a nod. Realizing that it might be misinterpreted she quickly corrected herself, "It's fine. I mean, it's no problem." Was she stammering? She never stammered before when meeting someone. She had to act fast to save face. "Hi, my name is Angel," she said with an outstreched hand, "And you are?"

My name is Angel. Moira introduced me to this game. This is my first game like this. I hope to learn quickly :)