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  1. The time for words were over. The dead were beset upon her. She reached for the closest member of the gang, grabbing Owen. Well she would have grabbed him if he wouldn't have slipped out of her grip. The show of power followed through anyway. She smacked him against the pole she was once leaning on.
  2. Hitting Owen 1d20+7=24 Grapple Check 1d20+14=19
  3. Orela wasn't uneasy. Her life was too fraught with danger to be uneasy. Though she did have a feeling something was up here. She looked nonplussed as the three started questioning her back. Oh yeah, these guys were definitely weird. Also, fangs! Well then, you get a hunch and the hunch slaps you in the face. Sleep would have to wait, it was time for some extreme negotiations. "Huh," Orela said with dull surprise, "You are the fated dead, are you?" She went from a squat to a full stand with a nonchalant jump upwards. "There are two things that can happen here." Her voice turned back to an intimidating growl, "You can tell me what you are up to now or I can beat it out of you."
  4. Either Rose was about to gnaw on that poor kid or Orela's sleep was getting to her. Was she seeing things? Were those... the marks of a vampire? And the kid was taking her out into the rain? That look she gave her couldn't be good either. She had to find a way to excuse herself from this little shindig to check this scene out. She thought about it for a while as she watched the two walk a distance away. Her mind snapped out of thinking patterns when she heard a voice ask her a question. She smiled and yawned with a stretch, sitting herself up. "The Pugilist," she said speaking up. "So, your young friend and the girl, are they close? It seems that they like each other very much. I cannot tell if they are brother and sister, mother and son." She smirked, "I would not be surprised if they had a 'special connection' if they are not related." Sitting up even further, she crouched, "Now, I have to ask you gentlemen. Do you know your female friend has peculiar bites on her neck. They are not fresh, but they are there." Her happy voice turned a bit growl-like, "I have a feeling that she is playing you or you are playing me. Please, tell me the truth."
  5. (01:26:47) ChatBot: Angel rolls 1d20 and gets 15. Edit: was told to roll in Invisible Castle 1d20=5 wasting HP on a reroll 1d20=17
  6. Angel Hail Mary Night People The Pugilist Bad Things Happen To Bad People
  7. Orela took a seat in the sand, leaning against a post that held up the pier. As the group speculated about what she was. Boxer? Maybe she could have been that if she wasn't so adverse to the mafia problem. Superhero? Maybe. She saw herself as the protector of the people who couldn't do anything about crime's strongarm. So she would be their strongarm. So yeah, superhero. Albeit without flying on a cloud and farting lasers. Orela politely declined the bottle of alcohol before it was unoffered to her. She did watch as the kid was turned back to the girl. Though... was the girl OK? "Your friend," Orela pointed over to Rose, "Is she asleep? Nesting a wound? Something else? Forgive my intrusion, it just looks like she is, how you say, not feeling well?"
  8. Orela grinned as the man stammered his greeting. She had no idea who Moore was or what the logo meant on her shirt. It was a hand out at the shelter she was in the night before last. It was clean, so she took it. Apparently it was something good. A hero shirt. She nodded as he was introduced to the group of vagrants. They seemed personable. Then again, she had to keep her guard up. She didn't know what these guys could be hiding. Better safe than sorry. She accepted the coat. "Thank you very much," she said after she yawned into her hand. "I am very glad to meet you all. I am," she paused for a split-second. She couldn't let people know who she really was. She was training herself not to say 'Orela'. "I am The Pugilist." She chuckled, it was fun to have a hero name in a city of heroes.
  9. It was late, very very late. So late that it was probably early. Orela Orsini was too far away from a shelter to make it there before she passed out. Even if she did, they probably wouldn't accept her at this hour. And then the light sprinkle came. It seemed fate was messing with her. Luckily fate wasn't a heartless bastard. There was a small gathering around a fire underneath the pier. It was better than nothing. She heard a call from one of the men as she approached. It seemed welcoming enough. Besides him there were three other men of varying ages and a woman who looked to be about her age. The group didn't look the cleanest, but they did look like they were safe from the current conditions. She nodded a happy greeting as she got to the fire. They could tell she was definitely not from around here with her deep Italian accent. "Do you mind if I join you," she said boisterously happy as she could, though she still had the wanting of sleep in her voice.
  10. I posted this over two weeks ago. Everyone but me has their edits. The Doktor directs you to the red flashy-thingie...
  11. Angel

    Hail Mary (OOC)

    Apologies to anyone if I got that wrong.
  12. Angel

    Hail Mary (IC)

    "Nice to meet you Carson, I'm Angel," Angel said lightly taking his hand of greeting. Wow, this guy sounded really nice. His whole demeanor was almost... melodious? She didn't know if a demeanor could have a sound. She smiled and nodded hanging on every word the nice man said. She was afraid if she interrupted him a needle scratch would sound off. "Thank you very much," she said humbly, "I used to be more adamant about this, but in my later years I have lapsed." She hung her head and sighed lightly as she remembered the past transgressions she was here to admit, "A lot." She she looked back to Carson with a weak smile, "Thanks again, Carson." Angel made her way to the confession booth. It felt like forever. The confessional itself was gothic and imposing, like it would swallow her when she walked in it. Though it wasn't fear holding her soul, it was doubt. She had come too far now to turn back. Her sins weighed heavier on her than the way this confessional's look. She walked in and knelt down. It was like riding a bike, you never really forgot how to do it. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," she whispered as she crossed herself. She spoke up a little bit, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a few years since my last Confession." She paused for a second, "Father, I must ask -- I've never had to confess something this ... big before -- Is there something of a villainous confession?" "All sins are equal in the eyes of the Lord," the priest behind the metal gate said calmly, "You may be a powerful being or a normal person, but He will hear it all." Angel nodded, "I have something very very heavy on my soul. A few months ago I went on a drunken rampage in The Fens. I shot at buildings and scared a whole lot of people. I even shot a hero out of the sky. Luckily I was stopped. I went to rehab. But the whole act is still there. It haunts me." "Was there a reason for this?" "It was because of love spurned, Father," she said with a sorrowful sigh, "I was angered." A few seconds more of silence and she spoke up, "For these and all the sins of my past life, I ask pardon of God, penance, and absolution from you, Father." "Mhm," the priest acknowledging her, "Ten Our Fathers and and ten Hail Marys. Also, I know you wont be able to find everyone you hurt, but at least find the one you harmed grievously if not the ones who stopped you." "Thank you father," she said before reciting the act of contrition. "Deus meus, ex toto corde paenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a te iuste statutas promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi te, summum bonum, ac dignum qi super omnia diligaris. Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia tua, de cetero me non peccatorum peccandique occasiones proximas fugiturum. Amen." The priest followed her with a prayer of absolution, "Dominus noster Jesus Christus te absolvat; et ego auctoritate ipsius te absolvo ab omni vinculo excommunicationis (suspensionis) et interdicti in quantum possum et tu indiges. Deinde, ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen. Passio Domini nostri Jesu Christi, merita Beatae Mariae Virginis et omnium sanctorum, quidquid boni feceris vel mali sustinueris sint tibi in remissionem peccatorum, augmentum gratiae et praemium vitae aeternae. Amen. Stopping for a second, "Do not forget these words. You may go in peace." She crossed herself again, "Thank you Father." She left the confessional and prayed her Penance. It didn't look like Carson was around. It shouldn't hsve mattered. She frowned and left. She had to go make plans to find people she didn't even know.
  13. I'll keep it as a complication, just in case she gets a place to stay in story. Plus, HPs will do me better in the long run than one measly point Fixed the feat.
  14. Angel shrugged when he asked if she had heard of him. The name didn't ring a bell. Then again, in a city of heroes, there was bound to be a hundred Avengers out there prowling the night. She rubbed her hands together as the bag of burgers was brought to her. The smell was intoxicating. They were fresh and hot, just how she liked them. She pulled one out and smelled it through the paper. Awesome, it was. Unwrapping, she kicked back in the seat and began to eat the delicious treat. When Mad Dog asked about her exploits she shrugged again, "Nothing too big. Though I did meet some interesting people in my time. It's amazing the people you'll meet on an errand. One cowboy hero. One spider hero." She mumbled discontentedly under her breath as she took bites out of one of the burgers and chewed, "One hero that was so out of my league that I had go and mess things up," she sighed at the memories and swallowed. She spoke up with a smile, "But they all got what they needed."
  15. Angel

    Hail Mary (OOC)

    Gabriel and Angel thread
  16. Angel

    Hail Mary (IC)

    It had been a long time since Angel had stepped in a church. She was raised catholic, but over the years she slowly stopped attending. Just a few minutes ago it hit her like a ton of bricks. If God didn't know how to help her, then who did? It was time to go to confessional. And now she was here. But where was it? There was about a half a dozen people in there. Hm, that guy looks approachable, she thought. She walked up to him with a smile and whispered, "Hi I was wondering where the confessionals were being held."
  17. Angel smiled, "Pleased to meet you, Mad Dog." She grinned when he kept pressing on about how scary he should look, "You know what they say about strange people." She winked, "They have the best candy." She shrugged when he asked her about the food, "I got a case of the midnight munchies." She looked over to the counter. She really wan't hungry, but she had to keep up the appearance of a normal person. Well, normal as a person could be in a burger joint at midnight. She looked back to the masked man-dog, "So, Mad Dog, you got any cool stories?" Stories were always a good measure of character. She wanted to see what his said about him.
  18. "Well, your mask did sort of surprise me," Angel laughed, "Don't worry, I don't scare that easy." She ordered the sack full of burgers deal before she and the man with the creepy mask walked over to the table. It would take a while for her order because she ordered them freshly made. When they sat down, she sat across her side of the booth. When he asked what she did for a living she shook her head and laughed, "That's an interesting first question. Most people start with names. I'm Angela, by the way. I'm an odd jobs person. 'go here, do that'. That sorta thing. I guess I already know your job. And with a mask on I can't ask you your real name. So what do they call you, hero?"
  19. Well, this was one for the book. Angel could go on record as saying a guy in a creepy mask hit on her in a burger joint at midnight. That was some kind of achievement. Still, she had to keep her eye on him. She smiled at him and mused aloud, "Oh, you never know what you'll run into in this city." She spoke up, "Oh no, well maybe." She pulled her hair out of her face and put her hand on her hips, "I've never actually talked to a superhero before. Are you really a superhero? You look like one of those dangerous vigilante types." She smirked coyly, "Do you mind if I sit with you?"
  20. Angel tensed up as the man in the mask spoke up. And then... AND THEN... hr said he was a superhero? She loosened up but still had her guard up. She quickly rushed to an area of the restaurant where no one was and reappeared. Walking around to where the supposed superhero was. She smiled and nodded, waiting in line she was still watching him. That was one untrustworthy looking dude. She was going to have to get to know him better before she could believe he was a superhero.
  21. Spiky Jacket. Rottweiler mask. Just went into a burger joint. Angel's hamster in her brain was on the wheel tonight! She quickly followed the huge man. Of all the things that guy could do with a physique like that and he chose to rob poor defenseless burger joints. Angel hated bullies, and it seemed that was what she had on her hands.she parked the aeroboard in an alley and snuck in right behind the big scary man. She wondered if she should wait until he did something wrong or stop him right now. Nothing incriminating at the moment, but she was ready to pounce if he did one slightly wrong move.
  22. Angel was doing her nightly patrol. This was part of her penance. She was doing good for good, not just to beat up some criminals. Though she would if they needed it. No, the days of bad Angel were over. She wasn't really evil back then, just bad. She was doing it for reasons other than justice back then. Now she was doing it for the right reasons. The thrill was still there, but she had to take some responsibility. Right now she was in Moira's neighborhood. How she missed the woman. Though she lost her chance with her after the incident. She hadn't answered her calls or texts. Even though she was on the right path. This was the woman who dated Captain Knievel. If she didn't want to be with her, then something must be wrong. Suddenly, Angel saw a curious sight out of the corner of her eye. A man in a spiky leather jacket and a rottweiler mask jumping from roof to roof! This was suspicious indeed. She went invisible and followed the dangerous looking man.
  23. Power Level: 7 (105/107PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent PP: 2 Gold Status: 2/30 In Brief: Dick Grayson, age 12 raised by mercenaries, but still has a code against killing. Alternate Identities: Orela Orsini Identity: Secret Birthplace: Italy Occupation: None Affiliations: None Family: None Age: 20 (DoB: August, 1990) Apparent Age: early twenties Gender: Female Ethnicity: Italian Height: 5'2" Weight: 130 lbs Eyes: brown Hair: brown and blonde Description: Orela is a very attractive Mediterranean woman. She looks to be in her early twenties. Her skin is an olive tone that is almost always tanned. While her body is healthy, it is not overtly muscular. Soft curves accentuate her toned build and hourglass figure. Her hair is a sandy brown or dirty blonde, mixing the two colors naturally. Her clothes are limited from what she can find from shelters. It is almost always denim shorts, t-shirt and sandals. Though she is not picky in her situation. She carries herself with the utmost poise. Her voice is heavily accented from her native tongue. She is generally a force to be reckoned with. She is very outspoken and has a force of personality that most find refreshing and others find scary. She's worked on both of those qualities. History: Orela was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her family was, well, "family". She grew up never wanting for anything, a life of excess. What she really enjoyed physical activity, the girl was strong and healthy as a horse. This was only matched by her force of personality. On her twelfth birthday, the excess would come to an end. A a band of mercenaries working for a rival family slaughtered everyone in the room. Most of the heads of the family were there. This was a cripplingly fatal blow to the Orsini family. If not for the compassion of one of the mercenaries, Orela herself would have been amongst one of the fatalities. The young twelve year old tried to take down one of the mercenaries. A gun pressed to her forehead after she tackled the gunman. Another one of the mercenaries saw this and called him off. She wasn't the one they were aiming for, The mercenary who saved her life would take her as a prize. This did not sit well with her, though it was better than being dead. He taught her to harness her anger and put it into good use. The group of mercenaries adopted her as sort of a mascot, as if hired heroes were allowed to have mascots. She grew attached to her teacher and eventually the rest of the group.They were her family. Though she didn't approve of the killing. She never got past the moment of seeing her mother and father die in front of her. The group travelled all over Europe. for the next eight years. It was when they got their biggest break that Orela would experience tragedy again. The group of mercenaries were to travel to America. Their job was simple take out some of the Driogano family. The mercenaries did not know that the Drioganos had a psychic on their side. The family was ready for the attack and easily wiped out the mercenaries. Orela was again without a family. She was in Freedom City though. A city of heroes. Surely nothing could go wrong here where they loved the good guys, right? No one knew who she was here. She took the name The Pugilist A heroic name and would continue her own style of heroism in the name of her two lost families. Personality & Motivation: The reason she's in the hero situation is because of her upbringing. Though she didn't agree with her second family's method of heroism, they implanted in her that there were bad people in the world and they needed to be taken care of. Mostly the people they dealt with were monsters in their own right, but she never got used to seeing people die. With her new lease on life she can do heroic things without seeing people die. Due to her past, she mostly hunts mafia. Though she is not picky. Bad people must be taken down on all fronts. Powers & Tactics: Orela is a strong and healthy girl. She has no powers to speak of, but she is almost at peak human physical condition. She will pepper her enemies with hard blows and mind games until they fall. Complications Financially unstable (she has nothing but the clothes on her back) Secrets (no one around these parts knows The Pugilist's past) Abilities: 14 + 0 + 14 + 0 + 0 + 14 = 42pp Str 24 (+7) Dex 10 (+0) Con 24 (+7) Int 10 (+0) Wis 10 (+0) Cha 24 (+7) Combat: 10 + 12 = 22pp Initiative: +0 Attack: +5, +7 melee Grapple: +14 Defense: +7 (+6 Base, +1 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -3 Saving Throws: 5 + 5 + 5 = 15pp Toughness: +7 (+7 Con, +0 [Other]) Fortitude: +12 (+7 Con, +5) Reflex: +5 (+0 Dex, +5) Will: +5 (+0 Wis, +5) Skills: 52r = 13pp Acrobatics 10 (+10) Climb 8 (+15) Diplomacy 8 (+15) Intimidate 8 (+15) Language 4 (Italian [native], English, Greek, French, Spanish) Perform (dance) 3 (+10) Perform (wind instruments) 3 (+10) Swim 8 (+15) Feats: 15PP Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Attack Focus (melee) 2 Challenge (Fast Acrobatic Bluff) Distract (Intimidate) Dodge Focus 1 Fascinate (Diplomacy) Fearless Improved Critical (unarmed) 1 Improved Grab Improved Grapple Power Attack Startle Stunning Attack Powers: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Drawbacks: 2 = 2pp Recurring Nightmares (DC 5 check after waking up, fatigued if fails; -2) DC Block: ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch Toughness 22 (Staged) Damage Stunning Attack Touch Fortitude 17 (Staged) Dazed or Stunned or Unconcious Abilities (42) + Combat (22) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (13) + Feats (15) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (2) = 105/107pp
  24. According to the new rules, Angel's Defensive Roll should be 3.
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