Angel

So, where are we here?

Forgive me if the post sounds mean. I didn't mean it to. More like cautious of where she was.

Angel looked around as she drove up. She was hungry, but this was a bit too much. She half expected Beavis and Butthead to be at the counter. With a trepid smile she walked into the place wary after activating the car lock and alarm. That car probably costs more than that place was worth. The inside did little to better her stomach. Thought food was what she needed. It was late and she hadn't ate since early that afternoon. The person at the counter didn't seem to be either Beavis or Butthead. That much was a relief. Hey, he even greeted her nicely. She tried to make the best of it. "I'll have have two cheeseburgers and a shake," she said in the nicest tone possible.

Forgive me for taking off like that. I'm back :)

Players Name: Angel Power Level: 6 (93/93) Trade-Offs: +2 Defense for -2 Toughness Unspent PP: 0 Characters Name: Anastasia Alkaev Alternate Identity: Seer Height: 5'6" Weight: 120lbs Hair: dirty blonde Eyes: black Description: Anastasia has quite the lean altheletic build. Her skin has is still ivory even after over a decade on the road. Her eyes are totally black, sclera and iris. Her hair is curly and raches down to the middle of her back. Her clothing is usually loose and flowing, silk of she must. Her "superhero" gear is much of the same, a long white flowing silk dress and a featureless mask (except for eyeholes) made of porcelain. History: Anastasia is the heir to a long line of Seers. When the mother has her first daughter, she loses the gift and the child gains it. The gift is the ability to see into the future and past. Anastasia was born in a small farming community in Russia. She got her first vision when she was six. It was of the death of her father and mother in a farming accident. This deeply scared her, but her parents had prepared for such a vision. They sold their farm and bought three tickets for a trip to America. When they got to the their destination, they thought they were free. Though fate would not be toyed with. In a freak accident the two were crushed by a tractor. Just like in Anastasia's vision. Though instead of it being on a farm, it happened in the middle of the street. Poor Anastasia passed out from from the horror, but when she awoke, she found herself in a strange place. It looked like a (what do you call those things that carnival owners ride in?). Deedra saw her for what she was. She spoke to her in her own language. That she would take care of her in light of her unfortunate event. She traveled with the crew for twelve years. She learned many things while on the road. How to throw knives like an expert. That she wasn't attracted to men. That she had an awesome singing voice. That herbs could be used for more than food and medicine. That she had the tongue of an angel and a devil. And finally that her powers were helping people. She hardly remembers that fateful day when her parents were taken away from her. Now the carnival is her life. Though after twelve years, she wants to take a break from her life. Freedom City would be the perfect place to use her services for good. Personality & Motivation: Anastasia is the most laid back person you'd ever meet. Slow to anger, quick to forget. She knows fate has a reason for everything, and she can't get mad at things that were meant to happen in the first place. She wants to help people accept their fate. Knowing it can't be changed doesn't mean you can't try to do something to delay it. Powers & Tactics: Her powers are the art of foresight and hindsight. She uses them in everyday life. to guide her reflexes and hand when throwing things. Her tactics are to throw something at offending target. She's gotten quite handy with that skill over the years. Stats: 4+0+4+0+14+14 = 36pp Str: 14 (+2) Dex: 10 (+0) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 10 (+0) Wis: 24 (+7) Cha: 24 (+7) Combat: 4+8 = 12pp Attack: +2, +6 throwing Grapple: +4 Defense: +8 (+2 flat-footed) Knockback: -2 (-1 flat-footed) Initiative: +4 Saves: 0+10+3 = 13pp Toughness: +4 (+2 Con, +2 defensive roll) Fortitude: +2 (+2 Con, +0) Reflex: +10 (+0 Dex, +10) Will: +10 (+7 Wis, +3) Skills: 44r = 11pp Bluff 8 (+15) Diplomacy 8 (+15) Language 3 (English, German, Romanian, Russian [base]) Medicine 3 (+10) Notice 8 (+15) Perform (singing) 3 (+10) Profession (herbalist) 3 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+15) Feats: 18pp Attack Specialization (throwing) 2 Improved Initiative 1 Defensive Roll 2 Dodge Focus 4 Fearless Taunt Throwing Mastery 6 Uncanny Dodge (sight) Powers: 5 = 5pp Super-Senses 4 (precognition; Power Feat: Alternate Power 1) [5pp] AP: Super-Senses 4 (postcognition) DC Block: Throwing -- 21/Toughness -- Bruised, Staged Costs: Abilities (36) + Combat (12) + Saves (13) + Skills (11) + Feats (18) + Powers (5) - Drawbacks (00) = 93pp

"Oh sure," Angel chuckled as she exited the elevator into the garage, "I'll have it to you in the next thirty minutes. Just gotta get to the shop and ride it to you." Taking her head away from the phone for a second, she pressed a button and a Veyron sped up to her from it's parking space. She continued her conversation as she climbed in and started up car. She smiled as she sped off. "And if you stay right where you are, I'll deliver it directly to you. Or you can pick a place to meet. Either way is fine with me."

"This is the true story... of seven strangers... picked to live in a house...work together and have their lives taped... to find out what happens... when people stop being polite... and start getting real..." :D

"Hey, cowboy," Angel said slipping into the elevator, "Yeah, we got your bike fixed. Though we had a time figuring out where you got all those parts. It was like it was built by an alien. Then again, flying motorcycles arent't something you see everyday. You wouldn't happen to be like a mechanical inventor, would you?"

Archive Witch, I'm completely rebuilding her.

Speed Check and Attack Roll (1d20+4=8, 1d20+12=24)

The energy blast hit Angel's Aeroboard, but it seemingly was sucked into the magical flying apparatus! After such an affront, Angel tried to catch up but the energy must have slowed her down. That didn't stop her from trying to blast the woman who tried to blast her!

Aeroboard toughness save (1d20+10=22)

Angel and Remington Carlisle had spent the morning together. He had invited her to stay the day with her. The paparazzi had a field day with this. Following their every move. The current Midnight had an ulterior motive though. He planned to tell Angel he knew the truth about her crimefighting ways. That and he would like her to join with him as partners. Angel had the wrong idea though, she thought this was actually rich people courting syndrome. She didn't mind though. At least it wasn't set up like some arranged family thing. And she had fun. Finally after lunch they retreated to his penthouse. No cameras or people to harry them there. Remington readied to ask her. Angel readied for him to ask her... And then her cellphone rang, completely ruining the moment. She looked at the number and was confused at who this could be. Only people she gave this number could reach her. Then she remembered! The cowboy didn't have a phone, so he must have used someone else's phone. She smiled at Remington, "We'll have to do this some other time. I have really important business to attend to." She gave him a peck on the cheek, "I'll give you a call later." "Hello," Angel said answering the phone and waving goodbye yo Remington as she walked out the door.

Angel smiled and nodded as the cop congratulated her and her two new friends. She didn't dig the secret identity deal as much as she thought she would. She didn't think she'd use it any more after today. Angel cocked a smirk at the cowboy as he scolded her. "Geez, I'm real sorry," she said playfully with a hint of mocked sadness, "but I can have your bike fixed in no time." She pulled out a business card from one of her pockets and handed it to him, "I'll have my people here in no time flat. Just call that number in the next few days and I'll deliver it personally." The spidergirl lept out of sight before she could say anything to her again, Angel wondered who she had met in person and in costume. She had et two new people today without learning their names. That could be rectified right quick. Well partially, "My name is Angel, what's yours cowboy?"

Witch is not a PC anymore, so you could zap her out of the story or continue uising her, either way, this little incident will have a profound effect on her :twisted:

I have an idea for a character that can give a character any power they want, but they have to give up equal amount of power or ability to the character. Say someone wanted Trader to give them them Blast 12, well they would have to give Trader 24 points of their character. They would have Blast 12 and Trader would have whatever they gave Trader. How would I do this?

GM Post Rant was no match for the onslaught of what happened to him next. He fell unconcious as his sister on his back. In the back of his mind he swore vengeance against the three heroes that ruined his day. The cops jumped out of the car just before the bike fell on their car. There were several cops around at the time Two of them went to cuff Rant and Rave. Another called for back up transportation and a clean up crew. Many insurance agents would be crying tonight. Finally the last cop walked over to the group of heroes. "Thank you folks," he said, "I don't know what we would have done without you. These kids are going away for a long time."

GM Post The time for subtlety was over. Rant could not see through the window if front of him and three heroes were after him. He gathered up the unconcious Rave and bolted into traffic. Not before causing more problems. He let out a yell so loud that every vehicle within a block area shut down, including the flying motorcycle! And then he started running.

Angel swerved through traffic trying to keep up with the van, but it seemed the faster she went the crazier and more erratic the van got. The spidergirl shooting web at the biker made her breathe a sigh of relief. She nodded at the cowboy's request to get closer, "Here goes nothing!" She leaned forward full throttle, tailing a cop car. She sped not around it but jumped the bike right over it! Then something weird happened, the bike forgot to land. Floting in midairshe looks down on the moving traffic. "I have GOT to get me one of these!".

GM Post Rant was doing fine with his driving until he heard the cops. He didn't wanna go back to juvie, there were too many people that wanted him there. and he wouldn't get to see his sister as much as he did. "You'll never take me alive coppers!" he clichely yelled out of the window as he knocked a bystander's motor cycle and the bystander with it off the road! About that time he noticed white stuff all over his windshield. "Ice?" he thought dumbfoundedly. Then the bullet hit causing his tire, causing him to swerve into a car he couldnt see because of the webbing!

Angel grabbed the 'reigns' of the cowboy's 'steed' as he stood up. When the spidergirl jumped off of the bike she held on tight to the bike and it did not swerve ans she did when the redclad hero came back. She brace herself when the cowboy pulled out his gun and really wanted some ear covers at the time the explosive round hit the van.

GM Post Through midday traffic Rant drove. Swerving in and out, endangering laws and lives just to get away! The cops were not happy about this reckless driving and gave pursuit.

Angel held on for dear life to the cowboy as he took off. She had never seen one of these bokes before, she had to have one or at least test it out. And an idea popped into her head. "Hey, cowboy," she said holding on for dear life still, "How about I drive this thing and you shoot?"

GM Post Unaware of what mass carnage he had just caused, Rant, carrying his sister who was knocked silly, ran to the getaway van. He sat her in the back of the van and yelled at the driver to floor it, but he noticed that the driver was asleep or something. "Wake up," Rant yelled as he got closer to the driver. When he saw that there was a rubber bullt sticking out of the driver's chest he angrily roared and cursed the cowboy. Knocking the driver out of the driver's seat Rant started up the van and floored it.

Angel gasped as the big red monsterhelped up the building with somewhat ease. "Are, are you sure," she questioned the behemoth. As if to indirectly answer her question, the cowboy on his space bike warned her of the two getting away. She nodded to him and hoped for the best for the giant. Hopping on the bike she poited towards the street, "Let's go!"