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Freedom City PBP: A How-To Guide



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  1. Player Name: BType Character Name: Jack O'Connor Power Level: 10 (150/151PP) Trade-Offs: +1 Attack/-1 Damage, +1 Defense/-1 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 1 Progress To Bronze Status: 1/30 In Brief: Nephew of Freedom's mayor, Michael O'Connor Jr, Jack takes up his grandfather's legacy as Freedom Eagle. Alternate Identity: Jack O'Connor Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Businessman, CEO and Chairman of Freedom Consolidated Affiliations: None Family: Michael O'Connor Jr. Description: Age: 26 (DoB: 1987) Apparent Age: 26 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 6'0'' Weight: 187lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Michael is a well-build young man who frequently is known to dress in expensive suits when in his civilian identity, especially when managing Freedom Consolidated. As Freedom Eagle II, his costume is mostly black, but for the golden eagle design on the chest. The wings, gauntlets, and helmet of his costume are gold-colored. When in flight or using them defensively the pseudometal wings become rigid, but flexible. When idle, they fall to the ground like two capes. Power Descriptions: Jack himself has no superhuman powers, being a human being in excellent physical and mental shape. He is however equipped with several advanced devices that give him superhuman abilities, namely flight and limited superhuman strength. History: Jack O'Connor is the son of Carter O'Connor, younger brother of Freedom City's Mayor, Michael O'Connor Jr, and grandson of Michael O'Connor Sr. wealthy inventor and formerly the Liberty League member and beloved superhero Freedom Eagle. While Michael inherited much of their father's charisma and leadership qualities, using them to go into politics, Carter inherited more of his inventive genius with mechanical and electronics, using it increase the fortune their father had left them. Marrying his high school sweetheart Shiera Blake, in '87 they had a child, whom they named Jack. Tragedy struck in 1993 when six-year-old Jack was orphaned when the Terminus Invasion struck the world. Attempting to evacuate to safety, the sedan they fled it was totaled and nearly destroyed by a blast from an Omegadrone's power pike. While Jack survived the crash, his parents did not. Having no other legal guardian except his uncle Michael, he was later sent to be raised by him, though in actuality he spent more time with his grandfather in those early years as Michael O'Connor crusaded in his early years as Mayor of Freedom City. Raised on a combination of his grandfather's stories of the Golden Age and his uncle's sense of civic duty and responsibility, Jack recovered from his tragedy with a strong desire to leave the world better then when he came into it, and to prevent deaths like his parents. Already showing signs of his father's inventive creativity, he for most of his life struggled with trying to decide how he wanted to make the world better, until a trip into his uncle's attic when he was fifteen gave him an answer when he found the original costume of Freedom Eagle. It wasn't difficult for Jack to figure out the Winged Wonder of Freedom's true identity after that, and he began to tinker and alter the suit's daka crystal core and gravity gauntlets, attempting to use modern science to improve what his grandfather made. When his uncle found him, he expressly forbid that he become Freedom Eagle, and that he let the legacy lie in peace rather then endanger himself, possibly even getting himself killed, somthing he claimed his brother wound not want. Jack was adamant however, and much to Michael's surprise, so was his grandfather! Eventually he relented, with one requirement: that Jack get proper training in being a superhero first. Jack was unsure what that meant until he was transfered to Claremont Academy as one of it's first students and met his classmates. Excelling at both his studies and his training with his classmates, Jack was considered perhaps a bit too serious by most of his peers at Claremont, though his initial vigilante activies with what the student Sonic flippantly dubbed "The NextGen" showed that his studies paid off a greal deal. Much to everyone's surprise, he did not initially become a superhero upon graduating at the same time as his classmate Fletcher Beaumont III (also known as The Bowman), instead enlisting for AEGIS as one of it's "special outreach recruits" directly from high school. Though this surprised some people, those in the know were aware that Director Horatio Powers knew Michael O'Connor Sr (and therefore Jack O'Connor's) secret identity through Jack Simmons, formerly the Patriot, still serving his country after his biological death in an android body as Special Agent "Faraday Irons", and thus jumped at the opportunity to train and mold a teen superhero into the perfect AEGIS field agent. Jack, after some initial bumps and starts served a stellar record with AEGIS, with "Agent Irons" eventually revealing his true identity out of respect for his old friend Freedom Eagle, and Director Powers instistance that Simmons convice Jack to join him and become part of an AEGIS-controlled superteam. Much to both of their surprise, Jack did not accept, instead resigning from AEGIS after four years of service, and instead enrolled in Harvard Colleage, earning his MBA at twenty-four, claiming that that had been his original plan all along anyway. Jack then returned to Freedom City, used his inheritence to make a start-up technology company, flippantly named "Freedom Consolidated", where he is now CEO and Chairman, spending his off-duty hours as Freedom Eagle II for the first time since high school. Personality & Motivation:
 Jack, despite the early tragedy in his life, is rather well-adjusted thanks to his uncle and grandfather's efforts. While the public percieves him as a somewhat flamboyant and young businessman with far too many temporary girlfriends, his charities and relationship with their favorite Mayor keep the public from truly disliking him. In private Jack is charming, but often seems distracted to most people he knows, though his acumen at managing Freedom Consolidated has kept the board of directors quiet about his public flamboyance. As Freedom Eagle his personality is notably different, becoming highly driven and goal-oriented while retaining a certain charm and a dry sense of humor, coming off as a combination of professional soldier and costumed adventurer. 

 Powers & Tactics:
 All of Jack's powers come from his Anti-Gravity Flight Harness. Powered by daka crystals from the African nation of Dakana, the harness uses daka crystal's unique electromagnetic and gravity-warping properties to self-proelled flight. The wings are part of the harness, and are not actually the source of propulsion, instead acting as a maenuver control system. The original pair of wings having long since been rendered unusable, Jack instead replaced them with an advance lightweight metallic pair made out of "pseudometal", a shape-memory material that flexes and stiffens when energy current is applied to them. Using psychoactive controls inside of his helmet, Jack is able to make the wings resemble a simple pair of capes joined with a clasp on the front of his costume or flex them into place, becoming almost indestructible surfaces he uses both as defensive shields and flight controllers. The other advanced piece of equipment are his gravity gauntlets. Appearing as simple goldel gloves, they are made out of the same flexible pseudometal as his wings, transforming from something akin to rubberized surfaces to articulated and unbreakable plate armor gauntlets depending on Jack's needs. Using "mass shadow manipulation" the gauntlets artifically increase the effective "mass" behind Jack's blows, making it seem as if they were being thrown by a much stronger, heavier individual without Jack's actual weight or mass changing at all. They also increase his strength by a large factor by lightening loads he carries: with them he can lift just over 5 tons with relative ease. The final piece of the harness is the suit itself, which is highly advanced body armor akin to Kevlar, reinforced by an "interial dampening field" that bleeds off the effective mass behind various assaults, allow him to survive superhuman blows and other such massive trauma without instantly being killed, as well as letting him shrug off lighter attacks almost entirely. Complications: Maneuverability Loss [Wings]: While the harness's anti-gravity engine propels Jack through the air, if his wings are bound he looses any ability to maneuver himself at all, as they act as rudders for his anti-gravity thrusters. Secret [identity]: Jack protects both his own identity, as well as his grandfather's secret identity and his uncle's relationship to both of them. Fame: Jack is one of Freedom's most prominent businessmen and the son of it's beloved mayor, making him a major public figure. Paparazzi often follow his movements, making it more difficult to maintain his dual identity. Responsibilities: As both the Mayor's nephew and head of Freedom Consolidated, Jack has a number of important responsibilities dividing up his time, especially when his superhero activities are taken into consideration. 

 Abilities: 4 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 6 = 34PP Strength: 14 (+2) 
Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 16 (+3)
 Intelligence: 16 (+3)
 Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 16 (+3) 

Combat: 22 + 16 = 38PP Initiative: +3 Attack: +11 Melee: +11 Ranged
: +11 Grapple: +19 
Defense: +11 (+8 Base, +2 Dodge Focus, +1 Shield), +4 Flat-Footed
 Knockback: -6 Saving Throws: 4 + 4 + 4 = 12PP
 Toughness: +9 (+3 Con, +4 Protection, +2 Defensive Roll)
 Fortitude: +7 (+3 Con, +4)
 Reflex: +7 (+3 Dex, +4) 
Will: +7 (+3 Wis, +4) 

Skills: 80R = 20PP Acrobatics 6 (+9) Computers 6 (+9) Craft: Electronic 7 (+10) Craft: Mechanical 7 (+10) Knowledge: History 4 (+7) Knowledge: Business 4 (+7) Knowledge: Civics 4 (+7) Knowledge: Current Events 4 (+7) Knowledge: Streetwise 5 (+8) Knowledge: Technology 7 (+10) Notice 5 (+8) Profession (Businessman) 4 (+7) Search 6 (+9) Sense Motive 5 (+8) Stealth 6 (+9) 
Feats: 14=14PP Acrobatic Bluff Benefit (Wealth) 2 Challenge: Improved Feint Defensive Roll Dodge Focus 2 Elusive Target Evasion Move-by Action Power Attack Redirect Stunning Attack Takedown Attack 1 Powers: 32=32PP Device 8 (Freedom Eagle Anti-Gravity Harness, 40PP, Flaw: Hard to Loose) [32PP] -Flight 6 (500mph) [12PP] -Protection 4 (Body Armor, Impervious) [8PP] -Strike 6 (Gravity Gauntlets, Power Feats: Mighty) [7PP] -Super-Strength 6 (5.6 tons) (12PP) -Shield 1 (Pseudometal Wings) (1PP) ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC17 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Strike Touch DC23 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities 34 + Combat 38 + Saving Throws 12 + Skills 20 + Feats 14 + Powers 32 - Drawbacks 0 = 150/151 Power Points
  2. Mysterious fires, charred corpses, smoke inhalation victims, and arson with no proof that any crime was ever committed. These are the hallmarks of the dangerous hired superhuman killers known only by their codenames, Smoke and Fire. Wanted in connection for well over a dozen suspected murders, hundreds of thousands of dollars of destroyed property, the two killers possibly do not even exist: they are only suspected to by the singular lack of evidence surrounding their suspected activities: the pair leaves no witnesses to identify them, and all evidence related to them seems to vanish into smoke or burn to ashes shortly after being found, leaving only supposition and street rumors behind them. Smoke: Fire:
  3. BType

    Rook (v2)

    Player Name: BType Character Name: Rook Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: +2 Attack/-2 Damage (Melee), +2 Defense/-2 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30 In Brief: Orphaned by violent crime, Drake Grey is the former ward of Duncan Summers, formerly the Raven, grown to adulthood and continuing his adopted family's crusade for justice. Alternate Identity: Drake Grey Identity: Secret Birthplace: New York City, New York Occupation: "Bachelor" (Indedependently Wealthy) Affiliations: Duncan Summers (formerly the Raven), Callie Summers (The Raven), Fletcher Beaumont III (The Bowman), Claremont Academy (former student) Family: N/A, Duncan Summers (Godfather), Callie Summers (Godsister) Description: Age: 26 (DoB: 11/12/87) Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5'11 Weight: 175lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Drake when out of costume cuts an attractive figure. His build is as slim as his godfather's, but he is a few inches short of the Raven's height. He is extremely heavily muscled for his build, and thanks to this weighs in at far more as his figure would initially suggest. He generally keeps his hair at a reasonable length, though when in costume he tends to fly unkept regardless of how long he is currently wearing it. Smiles come easy to his face, both in friendly greeting to new people and in cocky smirks when fighting supercriminals. His costume is, like his mentor's primarily black with muted blues to blend into dark, urban environments, but lacks a cape entirely, as Drake dislikes their bulk, heavily preferring to remain mobile when he fights. The black bodysuit is broken up by a red bird-emblem on his chest, and a leather-like jacket he wears over it, as the bodysuit has not room for his tools. History: Drake Grey is the son of Timothy Grey, formerly the Duncan Summer's archeological partner before Summer's discovered the treasure that would create his fortune. While Summers eventually invested his earnings into a tidy profit after losing his family to crime, Tim Grey never truly stopped adventuring, eventually marrying and having a son while keeping up his globe-trotting lifestyle. One day he came to Freedom Ciy to introduce their children to each other and catch up on old times. On the way there, young Drake's parents were murdered by a Mafia hit gone horrifically wrong, orphaning Drake at age twelve. Duncan found and took in Drake as his godfather, raising the barely thirteen-year-old boy as his own along with his daughter Callie. While Drake at first was a morose and depressed child who frequently acted out, one day he accidentally discovered his godfather's Raven costume, long in storage since his retirement. Drake confronted his god father, demanding that Duncan train him as a crime fighter so he could prevent what happened to his parents from ever happening again. Initially as reluctant to train Drake in crimefighting as he was his daughter Callie, Duncan eventually was convinced by Drake's conviction to supervise his training, eventually founding the Claremont Academy based on his newfound enjoyment of teaching, where Drake became one Duncan's very first students, giving Drake both a formal education and the training in superheroics he desired. Drake, though initially distant from his Claremont peers, found his first real friends in the Claremont Academy's grounds, bonding especially well with the young Fletcher Beaumont III, the third Bowman. Drake and Fletch's eagerness to attempt crime-fighting before they had officially graduated eventually created the first iteration of the NextGen team, with Drake fighting crime as "Sparrow", frequently arguing with Fletch over tactics and constantly competing with with for position of unofficial "team leader". Spending years fighting both street crime in Southside Freedom and whatever supervillain threats the teenaged heroes of the NextGen ran into, when Drake graduated he was an extremely versitile hero, becoming the independent superhero called "The Rook". Personality & Motivation:
 Drake is remarkably well-adjusted despite the traumas he experienced early in life. Having adventured with his parents across the globe almost from birth, the thrill of his crime-fighting lifestyle appeals to him, though he tempers his daredevil tendencies with a strong sense of right and wrong drilled into him by his mentor. If confronted directly, Drake would be forced to admit that he's a superhero because he's been trained to do it since he was thirteen, and really knows (and doesn't want to know) any other way to live his life. 

Powers & Tactics:
 Drake has no superhuman abilities, with all of his skills instead being a result of extensive physical conditioning and combat training. Complications:
 Secret: Identity (Drake must keep his identity secret, not only because of his own safety, but for the safety of his godfamily.) Enemies: Raven's Rogues Gallery (Anyone who's ever held a grudge against the Raven knows that to attack his former sidekick is an excellent way to hurt him indirectly.) Fame: In his secret identity Drake is a fairly well-known socialite in Freedom City, and one of it's most eligable (and well-off) bachelors, thus is presence is fairly noted among social circles when he travels. 

Relationships: Though not lacking for charm or looks (his appearence has been commented on by the opposite sex more then once) has a truly awful track record with the opposite sex, thanks to the demands of his superheroing (which he considers his actual job) and his need to keep his identity a secret. His most "successful" relationships have always been with other superheroes, all of which often ended on poor terms, thanks to Drake's "workaholic" attitude towards crime-fighting or trauma. Abilities: 8+8+6+2+2+2=28PP Strength: 18 (+4) 
Dexterity: 18 (+4)
 Constitution: 16 (+3)
 Intelligence: 12 (+1)
 Wisdom: 12 (+1) 
Charisma: 12 (+1)

 Combat: 20 + 20 = 40PP
 Initiative: +8 Attack: +10, +12 (melee), +10 (ranged) 
Grapple: +14 Defense: +12 (+10 Base, +2 Dodge Focus), +5 Flat-Footed
 Knockback: -4 Saving Throws: 3 + 4 + 7 = 14PP
 Toughness: +8 (+3 Con, +5 [costume, Extra: Impervious 2])
 Fortitude: +6 (+3 Con, +3)
 Reflex: +8 (+4 Dex, +4)
 Will: +8 (+1 Wis, +7) 

Skills: 76R = 19PP 
Acrobatics 6 (+10) Climb 4 (+8) Computers 4 (+5) Disable Device 4 (+5) Drive 4 (+8) Escape Artist 4 (+8) Gather Information 7 (+8) Intimidate 6 (+7) Investigate 6 (+7) Knowledge [streetwise] 6 (+7) Notice 8 (+9) Search 7 (+8) Sense Motive 4 (+5) Stealth 6 (+10) Feats: 19PP Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus (Melee) 2 Benefit (Wealth) 2 Dodge Focus 2 Equipment 4 Evasion 1 Hide in Plain Sight Improved Initiative 1 Power Attack Precise Shot 1 Ranged Pin Skill Mastery (Stealth, Acrobatics, Drive, Gather Information) Takedown Attack 1 Uncanny Dodge (Hearing) Powers: 20+1+5+2+1=29PP Device Device 5 (Costume Gear, 25PP, Flaws: Hard-to-Lose) [20PP] Blast 8 ("Wingblades", Slashing [Non-Lethal], Drawback: Reduced Range [Thrown]) [8PP] Protection 5 (protective costume, Extra: Impervious 2) [7PP] Super-Senses 8 (Techmask, Infravision, Radio, Analytical [Vision], Extended [Vison] 1, Direction Sense, Distance Sense, Ultravision) [8PP] Super-Movement 1 ("jumpline", Swinging) [2PP] Leaping 1 (x2) [1PP] Strike 4 (combat training, Extras: Mighty) [5PP] Speed 2 (25mph) [2PP] Super-Senses 1 (Danger Sense [hearing]) [1PP} Drawbacks: -0=0PP DC Block Totals: Abilities (28) + Combat (40) + Saving Throws (14) + Skills (14) + Feats (19) + Powers (30)=150/150 Power Points
  4. BType

    Player Away Thread

    Sorry for my lack of posting, my life has been somewhat complicated and busy recently, but I shall be back and do my best to check on whatever threads I'm already in.
  5. July 7th, 2013, 10:55 AM Freedom City, NJ Midtown, 800ft above Liberty St. Jack glided like....well....an eagle through the steel and glass canyons of his city. He was far enough above the street that people on the ground might only notice him as a passing shadow, or see the sun glinting off the golden material of his pseudometal wings. People in the buildings looked out their windows to see his shape fly by at a much more lesuirely speed then he usually was while flying. He did it so they could see what he was carrying. Some waved when they saw his package, and Jack waved back with a smile. My city. My country, Jack thought, smiling to himself so broadly he thought his face might split open if he did it too long. My city sings to me, all those sounds I hear below me, all the sight and smells. It's an American city, and it's happy to be one. I don't know if Freedom City has everything that's best about America in it, but I'd like to think it tries...and people like me try to help it make it more diverse and inclusive then it is before we're born into it. Jack had spent plenty of time overseas during his time with AEGIS. He knew that the world often thought poorly of the United States, and frankly Jack couldn't always find it in his heart to blame them. The Flag was a symbol, and sometimes symbols could be misused by greedy men who thought nothing of what the symbol was supposed to mean. Jack did his best in AEGIS to make sure Americans didn't always have a reputation like that. He didn't always succeed, but he tried, and he hoped that at least made some kind of difference. He banked around a skyscraper and the banner he carried trailed behind him, and he thought about what his country stood for, and hopefully what one day it would perfectly live up to. Justice. Equality. Opportunity. Idealism. And what was that last one? Oh right.... "Freedom," he said out loud to himself as he landed slowly cradling his package, letting it drift as majestically as he did himself, a ray of sunlight reflecting off of his wings as he set foot down onto the sidewalk next to McNider Memorial Hospital. The director of the hospital smiled at the sight, shading his eyes from the warm afternoon sun. "Thanks a lot Wings," Director Cross said as he straightened his glasses, using the most common nickname Jack's alter-ego picked up in the newspaper and in popular culture around the city itself. "Not a problem. Did STAR Squad already cart RIOT off?" he said, halfway folding his cargo. Director Cross smoothed out his brown hair and nodded. "Public Works has already fixed the water pipe below the street SD Ivan froze. I love how quickly this city responds to a crisis," he noted laughing. "Thanks again: if you hadn't come along when you did...." he began but Jack held up a gauntleted hand. "If I hadn't, somebody else would have," he reassured, and he meant it when he said it, which made Cross smile even more. "And thanks again for bringing the replacement. I know it's not really a big deal, but it didn't seem right to just leave the one Flag-Burner torched flying," he said, looking up at the empty pole above the hospital enterance. "No worries Doctor Cross. I keep spares in my utility belt," he quipped, before flying up to the awning above the automatic doors to the flag-pole, and hanging the flag up himself without another word. The summer wind blew and it flew even prouder then Jack himself did. Jack stood up and let himself be seen by people one the streets and sidewalk watching, a golden-winged silhouetted against "Old Glory", before taking off into the sky, still smiling to himself. He was going to be late for work, but he didn't regret it one bit.
  6. "The Berlin one's important, so send me the relevant material over to my computer," Jack said to Yvonne, "Give me just the bullet points on the other projects though, I'll ask the project leads about them directly if I need extra info. What's the Steersman Charity donating it's funds to this year? Is that the one with Erin Howell on the board?" he inquired. He'd played with the Howell's since he was rather young, though he'd only kept apace of the doings of the patriarch and the mother as of late. Megan Howell was always much younger, though Jack had a vague inking that she was in Europe or something akin to that, marrying foreign nobility. That's what I should do: I should rescue a foreign princess and sweep her off her feet and marry her, Jack thought with amusement playing on his features, as always mildy disparaging of his relative lack of a love life. It's your own damn fault Jack. You want to be a world-famous CEO and a superhero: you don't get to have a personal life with that kind of full-time commitment.
  7. "Seriously Doud, it's Independence Day, I'm SURE you can find better things to do then to bug me about PR stuff tonight," Jack said into his cellphone exhasperatedly. "Look, I'm at the party, I'll call you later," he interjected before his PR expert could protest and hung up, with a sigh. Jack stepped out of the Gallardi and walked up to the front door, handing the keys to the valet, smoothing his solid white suit and matching tie out before checking in and heading inside, breathing deeply of the Summer air, and thanking that at least once his evening didn't include flying around in the dark and getting shot at by thugs. He had enough bruises from the shotgun blast he'd taken last night to make him rethink how much power he put into his suit's interial dampening field. Thank god for modern aramid fibers, the thought. Taking a glass of champagne from a waiter, he moved out onto the veranda and sighed again....this time in surprising dissapointment. It wasn't working. What is wrong with me that the only thing I can think of when I'm at a nice party filled with beautiful people is dressed up in a Kevlar/boro costume and flying out there and risking my life? I already work too much at the office, and then I put on my wings too. I deserve a night off now and then! It still didn't feel right though, and Jack sipped his champagne, watching Amir al-Misri land with a raised eyebrow. Guy knows how to make a billion dollars and make an enterence. I could learn a lot from him in that regard, he idly thought.
  8. Freedom Eagle II >Just Another Working Night
  9. The old brickwork of the ledge held Jack even as he leaned on it staring over the lot where the van he had been following had finally stopped. The warehouse lot was near the edge of the Fens, right on the coast line, with the sound of the South River gently lapping at the edge of the concrete coastline almost louder then the sounds of the cars in the populated slums beyond. Jack's pearch was on one of the taller taller structures overlooking the area, building who's bricks were so dirty they were practically black. A chimney spat acrid black smoke nearby as it jut out of the rooftop, and Jack leaned forward as the van pulled into one of the old warehouses on the pier, one that appeared completely disused from the outside: the fence was broken in many places, the windows were shot up, and the gates weren't even locked. Make the destination uninviting so that nobody bothers think it's got anything worth anything inside of it huh? That's a bit more clever then I let myself think the Trolls were, he thought to himself as the van vanished into the warehouse doors as someone inside pulled them open just enough for the van alone to fit. "Getting sloppy, Jack," he muttered to himself quietly. Since he'd attented Harvard for his MBA and got FreedomCo up and running his detective skills had waned. He needed to bring them back up to par, otherwise he wouldn't be doing anyone much good down here in the Fens. They were poor enough that it had taken him some time to actually find out about the Trolls, despite how unsubtle they were. The gang was fairly large, decently organized and armed, having established itself in The Fens and parts of Greenbank in the last two years. What made them so dangerous was the dealing and excessive personal usage of the street drug "Max": a super-steroid derived primarily from manaka root, a substance found only on American soil. The root when ingested increased strength, reflexes, agility, and stamina immediately, more efficiently the pain-inhibiting drugs and more effectively and swiftly then any anabolic steroids: it wasn't just a "muscle-builder", but a true temporary boost to all physical aspects of the body. The root had been used by the Minuteman, Freedom City's very first superhero back in the Revolutionary War, and a more potent, refined version was used by his grandfather's compatriot Jack Simmons, better known to the country as the superhero called "The Patriot". It make Jack sick at heart to see a legacy like that perverted into a street drug. "Max" was less effective then pure manaka root, but the effects lasted longer, and additives made it almost instantly addictive on top of the incredible sensation getting high on something that improved your physical body dramatically provided....even though the vast majority of users eventually died from heart failure as the drug overtaxed their caridovascular systems. The Trolls usage of it had...changed many of them somehow. The drug they were using was altered, becoming less likey to kill someone immediately after the high wore off (all the better to get repeat customers, Jack assumed) but having queer mutagentic properties that frankly disturbed Jack: many of the more consistent users among the gang were now hulking brutes with permanently increased strength, capable of smashing brick with nothing but a solid length of pipe, exhibiting decreased intelligence and rational thought processes, and mostly strangely, green-tinted skin. These mutated gangsters and the monsterous behavior the rest of the gang showed while on Max gained them their nickname.....though looking at their hideout now, it's possible that there was another meaning behind it: the warehouse lot was almost directly underneath the Mona-Glenn Bridge to South Freedom. "And we all know where Trolls live, don't we?" Jack said to himself as he stood up. His wings were wrapped around him, two edges clasped near his throat like a cape, and with a thought to his psychoactive controls in his helmet they unfurled and extended to their full length, their pseudometal material swiftly shifting from a metal mesh-cloth state to a semi-rigid surface state that he could flex around and into place for maximum maneuverability while flying. With a single heave he lept off the building and towards the warehouse, intent on fiding out as much as he could about the gang before he started to really do some damage to the organization.
  10. July 1st, 2013, 8:59 PM Freedom City, "The Fens" "How's the specifications on the prototype coming?" Jack said over the cellphone as he banked left around a neon sign. "We're not getting the same corrosion problems the Friedrichshafen model had thanks to that WE43B alloy we bought up, but we're having problems with the beta-alumina solid electrolyte matrix," Louis said, his slight Quebeci accent showing through when he spoke. "The electrolyte saline mixture isn't reacting as well with the BASE as we'd initially hoped," he explained. "It's probably the mixture. Use the secondary BASE solution we had for the solid state ceramix matrix. We had better results with that one anyway," Jack said as he banked right between an alley, saying out of sight, or at least attempting too. "....the sim is working now. My god Jack, I can't believe we got this thing to work as it is. It's half as heavy as the Friedrichshafen model but it's still getting eighty-three...no wait, eighty-FIVE percent fuel efficiency out of biogas!" the engineer said, obviously exalting at the mechanical triumph. "Jack, if we take this to the Pentagon, we'll," he began, but Jack instantly cut him off. "No. The Pentagon, Louis? They don't need MCFC tech for their vehicles. Look, I worked for AEGIS for four years, you have to trust me on this: the Pentagon has directed-energy weaponry, telepresense technology, and now things like bio-modified soldiers and cybernetics running through it's think tanks constantly, and some of this stuff it's had since 1984. Absolutely zero of these high-tech solutions are getting to the civilian market. I understand the need to properly equip troops, but some of these technologies, especially the biochemistry and cybernetics ones, could really help people, but hospitals don't have it, because the military wants it all for themselves for 'national security' reasons. The world doesn't need more super-science gadgets, they need super-science solutions." Jack said with an edge in his voice. He softened up as he continued speaking. "Louis, remember when we started FreedomCon, we looked at groups like Grant Conglomerates, corporations that develop cutting-edge bio treatments and cybernetics and said we wouldn't do that? Well selling off these MCFC schematics will be the first step down that road. What I'm proposing is civilian applications for it. Cars that burn their fuels with 85% efficiency, and zero carbon waste? Hell, if you combined it with a steam engine add-on you could increase efficiency by another twenty, twenty-five percent! I'm talking about being the next Nikolai Tesla here, revolutionizing the energy industry! Let's not be Edison and rip off Tesla's ideas for profit margins here." Louis was silent for a few moments before answering. "You're right, Jack. Sorry, I got carried away," he apologized. Jack shook his head, even as he landed on the brick ledge of the rooftop and crouched to mimize his visibility. "It's alright. Hey, if it makes you feel better even without the Pentagon contracts we're already growing so fast that we'll overtake MarsTech in a year or less. Freedom Consolidated isn't just going to make money. We're gonna save the world with this stuff." Jack said, and Louis laughed a little, as did almost everyone who heard Jack say things like that. "If you want to save the world Jack, go join the Freedom League, they do it more often then we ever will," Louis chastised. "I'm still waiting on their invitation Louis," he quipped back, smiling at the inside joke. "Look, I have to go, the people I've been meaning to see are here. We'll chat later," he said, hanging up the comlink earpiece under his helmet with a tap.
  11. As soon as the shot hit his ears, Jack's mind immediately accelerated, and the construction facade of confident corporate playboy and beloved city Mayor's son was gone, replaced by four years of AEGIS training and experience from being a teenaged hero. Single-shot in the crowd. Not from a building, report to close. .40S&W round. Standard issue FCPD armament is a Glock 23 chambered in that caliber, Jack's mind calculated and analyzed, even as he cried for Melissa to "Get down, get down!" and he ran in the direction of the report. Dammit, time to change, no place, no cover, too many people around, I'll have to do this as Jack O'Connor! he thought in frustrastion, maneuvering people out of the way with the experience of someone trained in crowd control duties as he moved as fast as his legs could take him.
  12. Jack smiled at the receptionist, who always helped improve his early mornings with her cheerful personality. The cup of coffee in his hands he'd brought from his penthouse almost burned his lips, but Jack was somewhat inured to physical discomfort, and hot coffee was a minor one. "Tell Louis to update me one about how he was coming on the MCFC engine project once he comes in. And when you see Doud, tell hm to call me, I'm thinking of joining the annual Independence Day Marathon and using the company as a sponsor. Good publicity!" Jack said, knocking on wood as he walked past into the office floor, nodding at the employees all over the floor while heading to his corner office. FreedomCo had facilities everywhere globally, with more off-shore locations in other nations showing up every day (which reminded him he needed to check on the status of the Hong Kong facility sometime), but the offices here were the nerve center for the whole conglomerate, and how Jack had really got his buisness started in the first place. Besides, the commute was an elevator ride away: certainly made finding places to "get changed" in emergencies easier. After reaching the office he sat down in his chair and sighed. His uncle was correct: it didn't matter what else you had, how nice your house was, how fast your car went, or how many years younger your wife was then you if the chair at work wasn't comfortable, because you were going to spend a lot of time sitting in it in an administation job. He keyed the intercom. "Yvonne, what's on the agenda today?"
  13. Jack laughed a bit "Hey, I'll have you know I have plenty of shame, Miss Zhong, contrary to popular opinion. And no, I wouldn't say it's a normal day I suppose, but I do try to keep in shape, you know? I find I have less time for it these days then I would like. As for the other runners: I think everyone who's come out today is a champ, if they win or not. It's a charity, and just showing up means you're helping people, which I've always said is the most important thing about these kinda things, and it's a city tradition to boot. Freedom Consolidated is a new company, but it and myself are proud to participate in this tradition Miss Zhong. And to viewers: hi Uncle Mike wish me luck," Jack said, waving at the camera with a smalll salute.
  14. This is the OOC-thread for "Just Another Working Night", wherin Wings investigates and busts a gang known in the Fens as "The Trolls" trafficking the super-steroid "Max", and discovers kernels of a larger criminal conspiracy behind the scenes. Jack's foes are mostly goons using the Gang Member and Mutant Gangmember archetype from the Iron Age handbook, as many of the Trolls are mutated from repreated abuse of Max and other super-steriod, becoming hulking muscle-brutes, hence their gang's nickname.
  15. "Afternoon Miss Zhong. You look nice today. New perfume?" Jack quickly responded without even missing a beat, giving her his most winning smile. "But to answer your question, I'm not with a group, I'm racing by myself! It's a great way to keep in shape, and it seems like ever since I started up on FreedomCo I never have a chance to do it! What's the point of owning a major company of you can't find time to take care of yourself, am I right?" he answered with a laugh. "Besides, I'll admit when I saw everyone else showed up I figured I might as well too, and make it a personal appearance at that!"
  16. My first stab at making a pair of villain NPC's. Smoke and Fire aren't very powerful for their PL in terms of damage output, relying more on stealth and infiltration as opposed to overt force. They get in, complete their objective, and get out. That being said, the idea is that once in Fire uses her powers to basically torch whatever they need to torch (people included), and then escape using Smoke's teleportation power as their quick way out, using the flame to destroy evidence and literally burn their tracks behind them. As their backstory suggests, both have been subjected to the Labryinth's DNAscent Process: they were part of the second Pentagon program mentioned in the Freedom City book used to put together the original program, and Cardinstatic is the shell company used to perform DNAscent enhancement procedures. While they don't directly work for the Labryinth, their mercenary nature means they've probably worked for it's individual members quite frequently without them actually being aware of it: the only link to the Labryinth itself a hero could follow is their participation in the Pentagon's human enhancement project.
  17. Jack smiled and nodded. "I can respect that actually. If you DID jump ship so fast, especially with the election coming up, I'd be a little be surprised to be perfectly honest. Tell you what: if you ever get tired of working for John Grant, give me a call," he offered, holding out his card. "And food for thought? Next time ask your boss to lock security down on his products. Ran into some pretty interesting biological modded soldiers in the Middle East awhile ago with the same bone-density enhancements and muscle tissue boosters you were working on, or if they weren't they were pretty much identical to yours. Grant could use some extra security on his biochemical projects of hired mercenaries attacking a village in the Dakar Valley got their hands on it, and I'd hate to see your work misused, you know?" Jack added as he went back to stretching. Jack didn't really expect much out of Steele immediately anyway. John Grant didn't stay in business since before Jack was even born by not insulating himself from all the possible political and legal blowback of his products. At least two of Jack's cybernetics research experts had left GrantCo subsidiaries after they had their intellectual properties forcefully appropriated and abused before Grant laid them with massive court ordered lawsuits lying in threat if they decided to blow the whistle on their ex-boss. Grant made it next to impossible to tie him to any wrongdoing, and had so many friends that even after thirty years if doing what he did somehow remained squeaky clean enough to run for Mayor. Jack knew about having friends in high places, but Grant's organization seemed to practically invent the concept. "By the way, my uh, cellphone number is on the back of the card. I'm not always in the office. That and you might want to grab a lunch sometime and talk science. And I promise to leave the business at home if we do," Jack added finally, continuing to smile.
  18. "Exciting, exhausting, exhuberating, exhilarating. A lot of 'E' words, I suppose," Jack quipped. "It's mostly time-consuming, but I'n trying to make a serious difference with my company. It's not JUST about applied technologies: it's about using them in ways that actually substantially benefit people. Anyone can just make a start-up tech group and make money. They don't even need to be geniuses, it just takes business savvy. Look at MarsTech up in Emerald City. Same principle. What I think MATTERS is finding ways to use it to help as many people as possible. I could just make....I don't know, the World's Biggest Death Ray or something, sell the specs to the Pentagon for a billion dollars and invest the rest into safe companies and all that, but do we REALLY need MORE ways to kill each other?" Jack explained, inadvertently switching from "sales pitch" to "heartfelt preaching", before catching himself. "But that's just a personal opinion. Also, don't sell yourself short on your own work, it may be a team effort, but you're MVP on that team as far as I can tell. Besides, there's way too many people willing to sell you short without you helping it!" Like your boss for one, Jack thought, but kept smiling. Johnathen Grant may not wear a costume and may not have superpowers, but if even a third of AEGIS's file on him could be proven he was supervillain of the worst kind: the perfectly legal one....
  19. Jack smiled, shaking back and watched her re-compose himself. He was used to this sort of reaction, but he tried not to exploit it overmuch. "No worries, my entry was kind of last minute anyway. So you're with the Think Tank? Some really exciting stuff going on there at GrantCo. That bone reinforcement thing is genius. I can tell that and biochemistry isn't my field really. So tell me, what kind if position you hold there? Do you run the project? You honestly should, you're almost certainly smarter then everyone there I've heard. It doesn't do your career much good to have other folks taking credit for your work!" Jack did his best to NOT immediately offer a position at FreedomCo, but it wasn't easy, especially since Steele seemed to avoid the direct spotlight....and Grant might do his best make absolutely sure he and her did NOT meet again, knowing Jack's somewhat....comparative nature with GrantCo.
  20. Well point being he's trying to poach Cassandra from GrantCo, not Maxima anyway! Partly because she's a genius, partly because he just dislikes John Grant admittedly.
  21. Jack rolls Knowledge: Business to remember Cassie Steel's Reputation! http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4109094/
  22. "Cassie Steel, right?" Jack said as he took position next to the doctor. He dropped his most winning smile, reserved for girlfriends, possible dates, and business deals. "Jack O'Connor. I've been following your work for some time!" he said in a friendly tone.
  23. "No, of COURSE it's a good idea, Doud," Jack said into his cellphone as he approached the starting line, drinking from his water bottle. Doud was not convinced, and said so. "Because it's almost literally free publicity! Besides, I used to be an AEGIS agent. I once had to rundown an actual terrorist holding an actual neutron warhead, while carrying fifty pounds of equipment, this'll be easy," he claimed. Doud continued to claim otherwise. "I don't care that one of the racers is a superhero. Johnny Rocket's not in the race so I should be fine. Besides, I'm thinking of poaching Doctor Steele out from Johnathan Grant's nose. We have that biotech department and I..." Doud continued to express his worry. "Relax. Nothing is going to happen. I'm surrounded by a full crowd and there's an actual superhero here. Later," he ended, hanging up before Doud could continue complaining. Clarence Doud was excellent at PR, and awfully efficient at managing the demands on Jack's time, but he was more then just a bit conservative compared to Jack's more outgoing PR strategy. Jack knew he meant well though.
  24. Jack wasn't a "racing" sort of guy (his travel inclinations were always aimed at the sky), but racing as himself being sponsored by his own company spoke of either arrogance it confidence on his part. Besides: it was good exercise. Other folks might have considered the tight raving suit perhaps a little form-fitting for their tastes, but Jack had worn spandex since he was fifteen: he was used to it.