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  1. Player Name: You can use your messageboard handle, you don't need to submit your real name. Character Name: Power Level: 7 or 10 (105/105PP or 150/150PP) Trade-Offs: +/-0 Attack / +/-0 Damage, +/-0 Defense / +/-0 Toughness (or "None") Unspent Power Points: 0 Abilities: 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Strength: 10/14*/22** (+0/+2/+6) Dexterity: 10/14**/22* (+0/+2/+6) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 10/22*** (+0/+6) Wisdom: 10/18*** (+0/+4) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 0 + 0 = 0PP Initia
  2. Character Name: Short Range Illusionist Power Level: 7 (105) Trade-Offs: +3 Attack / -3 Damage +5 Defense / -5 Toughness In Brief: A short range weapons master illusionist. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 0 + 2 + 8 + 6 = 24PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +10 Melee, +4 Ranged Grapple: +12 Defense: +12 (+4 Base, +8 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -4 Saving Throws: 2 + 4 + 3 = 9PP Toughness: +2 (+0 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +2 (+0 Con, +2) Reflex: +6 (+2 Dex,
  3. Character Name: Emilia Wendell Power Level: 5 (22PP) Trade-Offs: In Brief: Caroline's niece, Emilia, she's magnetic (negative, she repels) Identity: (Secret) Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Student Affiliations: Nicholson School Family: Caroline Wendle (Aunt), Carly Wendle (Mom), Trent Wendle (Dad), Emanuel Wendle (Faternal Twin) Description: Age: 8 (DoB: 2007, October 3rd) Apparent Age: 8 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian/Hispanic Height: 3'8 Weight: 66 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Black A cute little girl, she's still a bit chubby. She's got a rounded face and dark hair that curl
  4. "Nothing so dramatic," She looked at the sword, "You seem to act as if you do not have a choice. You do, walk away," Putting a hand on the table she took her glasses off and took a good look at it, "It is connected to you, but it cannot act without a host. It also cannot force you to do anything, it is not strong enough. Simply put it in a magical void and it will not be able to leave the way it warps normally. This thing has no power over you, it cannot control your fate or make your destiny for you."
  5. Etain paused, "It is a sentient sword, a sentient sword which expects you to be trained in a forgotten art to complete a task you have not a clue how to do so for something that may happen in the future but you have no way of knowing when and no means to secure someone to prepare you." She paused as she looked at the glass and took another deep sip, "I will be quite honest, that is really quite shitty."
  6. She swirled her scotch before setting it down, "So if I understand correctly. You were stalked by an enchanted suit of armor, when you touched it you unwittingly made a contract with said suit and the sword it carried and this contract makes it so that if you do not abound by this items will you will have pounding headaches." Putting a finger on her forehead, "That is quite troublesome, it seems to me you are being honest, at least by tone. It would be easier if I could see your face to determine your intentions but this is not the first of such an incident I have heard. How does this armor
  7. Walking into the bar she held the door for him, as he walked in the bartender didn't even blink at his attire. Which made sense since to the bartender he looked to be a more elderly gentleman so no need to ask questions about whether he could drink. Once he was in she reached into her purse and set a couple of bills on the table "Bottle of the Highland Park you got there, and two glasses please." She pointed at the bottle and as the man took and counted the money she picked it up with the glasses and sat down in a booth waiting for her. She set them down on the table and poured a bit in each
  8. "You should not joke about hellfire, many would kill you on sight." She took a step back from the sword but still, did not touch it. She didn't want too, no she hated things like these. They left a mark, she didn't need any more on her. Looking at the boy she had to wonder what sort of thing had forced him into this. It wasn't too uncommon, but he seemed exceptionally uncomfortable in the armor or with the sword. "Should we go back inside," She paused, "Are you of drinking age?"
  9. Etain paused and looked at him as he switched tone. This one seemed more natural on him. She walked over and leaned down, "No, it does not certainly." Kneeling by the sword she looked over it very carefully, it was ancient for certain. This cut and style was something she had seen before, in the other world, though in brass instead of the darkened steel. It was also magic, destruction, both the armor and the sword. She understood that, it scared her, but this person in of himself did not. "People have a strange notion of knights, while there was a code of conduct, they were soldiers. As so
  10. She paused and looked at him, he wasn't in a stance it seemed for attacking, but that could mean nothing. Taking a step forward she paused at the more archiac dialect he chose when he spoke too him. Was he really that old? Honestly his voice didn't sound it, but she couldn't tell with that armor. She moved her hands away from her wrists. Reaching into her pocket she instead pulled out a pair of long black opera gloves. Pushing them up as she took a step forward she spoke very calmly as she approached, "If you would be so kind, could you please set your weapon on the ground."
  11. Etain left her glass on the counter as she walked towards the door. Dark boots clicked into the alley as she peered out under the chinese figure cast in neon into the darkness before her to see an outline against the dark walls. "Oh," She took another step out and approached the shape which in the glow resembled a figure in full plate armor. A piece from a museum, no it moved, that meant someone was in it, in the middle of China. That was unusual, taking a step forward she glanced at the figure and saw, a sword as well, though she couldn't really get a good read on it from the distance as to
  12. Out of character thread.
  13. The sudden appearance of Etain in the small alleyway in downtown Hong Kong wasn't loud enough for there to be much noticed. Though Etain noticed immediately that it was MUCH smaller than she anticipated. She had landed sideways and had to squeeze along a bit uncomfortably around the chest but managed to get out dusting off her shawl as she did and arranging her skirt which she was graceful in this case at least didn't have a thick petticoat. Letting out a sigh she adjusted a pair of perfectly round brass framed glasses that sat on her nose and set the matching hat back straight as she found he
  14. Most likely, she won't FORCE him to do things her way, but she's going to argue her point. Sil is a bit wary with a mind controller around.
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