Flare Knight

Powerhouse nodded, closing his eyes as he thought back to what the man looked like. He came to his mind a bit fuzzily, but after thinking about it for a bit, the image came into a much better focus. "When I first saw him, he was wearing a wig, really dirty, and brown, stringy and such. He had on a pair of green mittens and a dark brown wool cap, scuffed boots, and a big coat...He had a wild beard too...his eyes were...brown, maybe?" That part was easy, but when Powerhouse had seen the man next, he had been infected with the virus, and had trouble seeing the man through his bad eyes. This picture was less clear. "The wig and beard were fake...I...think his hair was brown, maybe. It was short though, really short...maybe thinning? I'm not sure." He said, rubbing his hands. He wanted to apologize again for being a failure, but it didn't seem like the man would accept them, and that just made him feel worse. Even though Powerhouse had trouble remembering the man, he remembered the wolf well enough, it had been in his face for several minutes as they struggled. It had been trying to eat his face, after all. "The wolf...Green eyes, brown fur, long claws. It could alternate between two legs or four. Teeth were...as long as my index finger." he said, holding up his finger for reference. "He also probably smells bad, because I kicked him into a dumpster." Powerhouse finished with a grin, putting his hands in his lap once more. "He mentioned something about a...gene. I don't know exactly what it was, but, from what I could tell, it was required for the virus to work." He said, remembering that as he stopped for a second, then finished with a sigh, then fell quiet, still trying to remember.

Powerhouse was able to make a few guesses from what he knew. They were calling this place a bowling ally, which meant bowling went on here. Though he didn't know what bowling was, it probably involved the giant black ball and the giant white pin on top of this place. Taking these facts into consideration, he made a few observations. "I don't know what these places look like inside...at all." He then made a statement, looking at his hands. "So...what do they look like inside? I mean, it seems like I'd be a liability if I didn't know what to do." He explained, scratching the back of his head and grinning sadly. "I apologize, Ms. Dragonfly, and Mr. Push, for being so ignorant."

Piratehouse's stock actions of staring stoically and pretending to be the muscle was enough to keep him silent for the entire exchange, very much aware just about anything he said would ruin the entire idea of what was going on. However, when the Octopus man finally agreed thanks to Mr. Piratush's fast talking, Piratehouse allowed himself to relax and went back to questioning Piratepush and Mr. Kid Cthullu, using what he had picked up of the pirate tongue to his advantage. "Yo Ho Yo Me Matey! How bouts shall we yo ho go abouts retrieving our captain-yo ho arghhhh- from his predicament arrrrgh?" He questioned, placing his hands behind his back and standing with his legs shoulder-width apart, attempting to be a pirate.

It’s hard to say what exactly spurred Powerhouse to enter that museum that day, as he had avoided everything regarding superheroes, save for drawing them, ever since he got his job, it was something he didn’t want to think about, and something he never wanted to deal with. However, there, among the statues and items of those who, at possibly this very instant, fought for everyone who didn’t have powers, and for people like him, who refused to use them, Powerhouse could only feel worthless. In an attempt to escape from what he thought were their glaring eyes and judgments, he wandered into the Hall of Honor. In this dark hall, Powerhouse stared up at the statue of a man who had given his life for this City without fear, a Man named the Centurion. It was not just him, however. Every step he took down this hall, he was shown a person who was better than he was, a person who had near the same problems he did, and, instead of running from them, they stood tall, and never backed down. He had never heard of any of these heroes, he had never been told of such a man as the Centurion, of any of them, and to him, it was all new. Sure, he might have drawn them a time or two, but he never really cared about what the adventures themselves were, and he certainly never read the comics. Drawing the comics about these heroes was just so he could get paid and go on with his life, but standing in that hall with the faces of those who had never given up even when their last breath was taken, he felt like a fool for running away from using his powers for good, no matter what. Sighing loudly, Powerhouse took a long look at the statue of the Centurion, and contemplated his life. His hand strayed to the metal collar that always hung around his neck, that couldn’t be removed, and, what had been a man who was always slumped over, always bent over his desk working, straightened into a man who had a sense of purpose and ideal. Sure, maybe he wasn’t the best at this Superhero stuff, sure, maybe no one was really sure where his powers came from, heck, he might not really ever be as worthwhile a hero as anyone in this Museum, and he surely would never be as good as those in this particular Hall, but, as he stood there, he realized that, really, all he had ever wanted was probably just to be a Superhero, instead of a Superhero in training, and even if that wasn’t what he wanted, that he had been given an incredible gift, and to not use it was just wrong. Taking on what he knew about Superhero costumes- Spandex was a Must, don’t hide anything that isn’t ugly as heck or hard to draw- he made his own, and, instead of abandoning the name he had been given so long ago, took it up as a moniker of his own making- or close enough- and decided to see what all this ‘superheroing’ was really about. Is he unsure of how he’s going to do at Superheroics? Most definitely, he could end up causing more damage than he prevents, it wouldn’t be hard. Is he scared of the Chosen coming back? Might as well ask if a Shadow runs from the sun, he’s terrified of them. Is he going to let either of those things stop him? Nope. _______________________ And that's teh end of my story. Now, I have a future ahead of me to be shaped by my own hands. Addendum; The Origin of Powerhouse’s Birthday Powerhouse’s Birthday is a source of some confusion to himself, as well as most people. According to him, it’s December 25th, and no one else could even attempt to confirm or deny this outside of Yellow Forest. The reason his birthday is located there is because of a conversation he overheard regarding the Chosen. When he was still a child, Powerhouse was wandering outside on December 25th, when he saw Power and Virtue exchanging small items wrapped in colorful paper. Wary of them, but interested in the items, he let the area quickly, and asked Metatron why the two were giving each other presents. Her response was ‘Because it’s someone’s birthday.’, as she had to leave out exactly what the purpose of the holiday of Christmas due to Yellow Forest’s restrictions on material involving positive role models. Confused, the younger Powerhouse assumed it meant his birthday was on December 25th, after all, it was someone’s day, so couldn’t it be his?, and has used the day as his birthday since then.

He didn’t realize they found him until he had fallen off the highway into the water below, only to be hoisted out of it by Cherubim and thrown to the nearest land mass. The Next hours were a blur as he attempted to run from them, all seven of them. Every time he thought he had managed to escape, he would run smack into another one, as all 7 beat on him. He eventually got the feeling he was only escaping from one because everyone wanted a turn. Eventually, Metatron punched him from mid-air into the ground, and, not wanted to bother checking if he was dead, they left. Powerhouse landed in a dumpster, beat to a pulp and collapsed as the sun was rising on the horizon. The only reason Powerhouse was found was because, after the Dumpster began to compact, he broke it, and the smoke rising from it alerted a nearby man that evening that something was wrong. Pulling Powerhouse from the wrecked dumpster, he considered dropping him off at Freedom Medical Center, but Powerhouse’s insistence in the moments he was conscious dissuaded him from doing so. The man instead took him home, and took care of him when he wasn’t at work at Castle Comics. It was three days before Powerhouse became conscious, and he couldn’t move for three more. On the Seventh day that the man had brought Powerhouse into his home, he entered after work to find the Hero scribbling away on paper. They were highly detailed drawings, mostly of cars, but some included finely detailed people and others. The man left him alone, and Powerhouse went back to sleep for two more days right afterwards. Powerhouse, two days after his first drawings, awoke again. In a Mostly unfamiliar home- though he knew kind of where he was-, he slowly stood up, getting used to how it felt to walk again. He found the man’s computer unlocked, however, and, upon sitting on it and opening his written files, found page after page of Comic Book storylines and dialogue. Taking a pencil and some paper, Powerhouse began to draw these characters and dialogue, his hand flying across the paper as the characters written of and their interactions went from words on a page to real comics, not just drawings on a page. He did not color them, but he worked throughout the day, and when the man came home that night, he found Powerhouse sitting at a table, several issues of completed comics around him. Surprisingly for Powerhouse, the man did not tell him to get out. Instead, he looked through the issues, and smiled. He offered to help Powerhouse get a job at the company, and Powerhouse accepted, knowing he would need money, however, he specified to the man that he would have to disguise himself, though he did not reveal why, and the man agreed, getting him a long brown wig and contacts, as well as a jacket to hide his collars. Hired as an Artist under the name Tim C. Tricoas, Powerhouse/Tim made his money by drawing Comics of people he’d never heard of despite their existence, and fully intended to never reveal his superpowers; after all, it would just cause the Chosen to return. He moved out of the man’s house, and enjoyed not having to train every day, all day. However, one day, as Powerhouse finished up a comic about a Hero who existed even then, and took a break, he walked along the center of Freedom City, and, on impulse, entered the Super Museum. _________

There was also a naming problem. Most of the children, those who received individual powers, received generic names with a Number. For Example, Cherubim’s Children were called ‘Cherubs’, while those with Principality’s were called ‘Principals’. These names were simple enough, and avoided any confusion between two children on who was who. However, the Double Child had nothing to grow off of, so they couldn’t name him. He was nameless for a long time, just referred to as ‘Hey, Kid’ or ‘You’, for several years, until, one day, in the middle of October, he tripped and fell into a building while distracted with a drawing he was doing. His head hitting the side of the building knocked it off its foundlings and sent it sliding across the ground. By the time Metatron had heard the child’s shriek of pain and the sound of the building scraping, and then rushed to see what happened, the Child had the building over his head, preparing to drop it back into place, with not even a scratch upon his forehead. As she took it off his hands and placed it back, she remarked ‘The Kid’s a powerhouse…’. Upon receiving the report of the incident, it was decided they would stick with his name of Powerhouse, as nothing else really fit him. However, the child was not fit to be in a Military school, not necessarily because he was a bad student, but because he was not built for captivity. So, one day, he left. He got 15 miles out of Yellow Forest, and then Principality appeared out of nowhere and punched him so hard he flew back into the school. That was the end of his Freedom. That very day, he was chained up in his six collars, and chained to a wall. He hung there daily, only lowered to eat and study. Where the Chosen had once been people to talk to, now they were friendless statues, who appeared, ran him through rigorous testing, then disappeared, never a word of compliment, only telling him what he was doing wrong and forcibly correcting it. As time went on, he gained more and more privileges, but he was never released from the chains. Then, several years later, on his 23rd birthday, when Powerhouse was more skilled, he ran. This time, he was not stupid enough to be seen. He leaped straight over Yellow Forest in a single Jump, and kept Jumping. He didn’t know where to go, and he didn’t know who to turn to, so he just jumped. Every now and then, he stopped in a city for a few days, but with no money, he was just a homeless bum. He also couldn’t stay long, because the Chose was after him, and with Principality AND Metatron, they could cover large distances in a single day. It was on one of these stop-overs that he found out about Freedom city, his information about other heroes having been heavily censored. A city where Superheroes abounded, somewhere he could hide, maybe even in plain sight, and maybe finally get away from the Chosen. It was like a Paradise for him. It was as he was heading down the 525 Interstate, running down the side of the road instead of leaping, hitch-hiking when possible, only a few minutes after the sun had completely set, with little to no traffic on the road, that the Chosen found him. __________ And now the hero has escaped his bonds, only to be confronted by his worst fears.

To him, the Chosen were not just teachers or guides, but they were something close to friends, alongside their portrayal in their studies as beings who should forever be admired, beyond the concerns of all. Whenever his ‘history’ and math were over, he could always count on someone who was actually interesting coming to see him, even if they weren’t always fun. His interactions with the Chosen were as varied as they themselves were. Dominion would amuse him with displays of his manipulation powers, summoning rains of fire and blazes of water with waves of his hands, and was generally more of an older-brother then a teacher, though he did make sure he worked, the load was light in comparison, only with almost impossible goals instead of completely impossible. Principality was the opposite, a fierce taskmaster who seemed constantly disappointed with the child, making him push himself to the limit every day without even the tiniest break, pushing the boy until he couldn’t move, then making him get up and do it more. Every instance of Principality was focused on running, but while it was second nature to the alien, the boy could only barely put one foot in front of the other, and it was obvious that the alien only grew more and more infuriated with the child as he proved incapable of doing more. Virtue was a scientist, and she showed it. She never taught the boy anything, only made him lay down on a cold table and preformed test after test, the only time her eyes were ever shown under the suit she always wore was when her eyes glinted off a computer screen as test results the boy never saw were printed out by the computer screen, and her constant muttering under her breath about the ‘anamoly’. Power, Virtue’s brother, was almost as bad as Principality, but he focused on power. He would force the boy to do constant reps or squats, always in a position that was not the easiest, and forcibly corrected the boy when he made a mistake, often with his burly fist. The boy would often emerge from those lessons sporting several new bruises. Cherubim’s lessons were nice, but oddly so. The radioactive being taught harshly, focusing on the applications of his powers- just what could be done by having super-strength, besides punching things hard- but to say he was anything but fair would be a lie, as he offered as many compliments as corrections, but his every action seemed tinged with disappointment, not the constant , carless disappointment of Principality, but more that, sometime in the past, the boy had so horribly disappointed Cherubim that he could never possibly do enough to make up for his mistakes to the man, and it made the boy feel bad, because if he called the Chosen his family, Dominion was his older brother who always looked out for him, Principality was his Perfectionist Uncle, Virtue would be his scientist sister who didn’t really seem to care and spent more time locked in her lab then outside, Power was a Bodybuilder cousin, and Cherubim could almost be his father. He never really thought of them like that, but when he would amuse himself during the day without them around, he’d usually think like that, just to keep himself distracted. But, as much as the other Chosen were not his family despite him sometimes thinking about them like it to classify them, Metatron could not be described as anything other than Motherly to the child, usually, and doting at her most motherly. Whenever the older woman entered the room, she inquired at length about the child’s day, about his week, and how everyone was treating him- he would say fine, of course-. This amount of care had not been something the child was used to receiving, and was somewhat concerned the first time she entered the room, walked over to him silently, then crouched down head level to him and asked him about his day, which had shaken him so much he had been silent, crouched in a corner of the room, for the entire lesson, as she tried to speak to him. Eventually, he got used to it, and spoke mostly freely to the woman, who nodded and offered advice dependently. This was not to say that she did not train the child, her training was probably the harshest of all, in most ways; while Principalities would run him until he collapsed, then got him up and made him do it again, and Power would make him do Reps with weights for hours at a time, Metatron would make him use his judgment. She would throw a sufficiently heavy object at the child, then throw a much lighter one, and tell him not to break the lighter one. Switching the level of his Strength on the fly was something no one else taught, or even bothered to do, so it was a tough problem and required him to repeatedly think about what he did. This resulted in thousands of baseballs turned to dust and a few injuries from Grand Pianos hitting him in the face, and whenever the pianos hit him, she would rush to his side and make sure he was alright. _______________ Already, admiring these people as being unreachable beings above what anyone could reach, imagine how someone below even 'anyone' must have felt in their presence.

______ Not every child who came out without a deformed body and gained powers was immediately sent to Yellow Forest, however. Those who had powers but could not be identified- for example, being able to lift up 500 pounds, moving fast, but with no flight ability, had their abilities narrowed down to three of the Chosen, then they were locked up as roughly normal children, while being given the DNA of all three likely candidates, no matter who they were. This had a higher death rate then the training camps- even if the camps often suffered power-meltdowns taking out as many as thirty children at once from a single child of Cheribum turning into a bomb and annihilating a building because they got annoyed- because mixing 3 different power abilities into one person didn’t work very well due to the different areas where they came from, because, as it turned out, trying to mix a naturally born gravity controller with a hyper-advanced alien while simultaneously throwing in radiation ends up having more explosions then combinations of powers . The children that survived this brand of torture and experimentation, eventually, displayed only a single set of powers by ‘accidents’ always conveniently happening at a time where the child either had to use one particular power, or die. Those lucky children who managed to get out of the triple injection phase fast enough displayed little in the way of side-effects- for the first few years, at least- and were sent to join their peers, being deficient to them in all ways, however; they had to work to make their powers better, because they had not received any training, but also had to work on their grasp of the heavily censored English and history they were being taught, because the ‘orphanage’ did not teach it. However, one child, and only one, survived the triple injection phase without showing only one power. This child was limited down to just two possible powers, either he was a radiation conduit with severely restricted explosive powers, like Cherubim, or, more fortuitously, he was a gravity being like Metatron. Metatron’s DNA had resulted in no viable test subjects, for while students had, at times, shown those traits, they always died rapidly, not to the power troubles of the others, for even at their weakest, it took the full power of Cherubim to even scratch them, or even to their own powers, they just, died, for no reason that anyone could find. To have even a single Meta-Child would be a stroke of incredible fortune when this child had already shown to be so resilient that even triple injections for five years could not put him down. However, they couldn’t rightfully place him in the Metatron School- it’s curriculum had flight Sections he couldn’t do, and he wasn’t near as strong, proportionally, as Metatron was, - and they couldn’t rightly just put him as a person with special privileges would breed dislike and anger- so instead they kept him in a single area, a personal School, and trained him. This child slept with the others, walked with the others, and went to the town with the others, but he was shunned for being weak and making no sense in his powers, plus his education was different. Because they were unsure if he really was a Metatron, they continued to give him Cherubim injections, though they slowly increased the Metatron Dose. He almost always had Classes by himself, for he had spent 10 years in the orphanage, while most children only stayed for 5, so he was very much behind, meaning faster learning of the butchered history and English as the others, and his lessons on his powers were often taught not by lecturers or former Army Men, but by the Chosen Themselves. ________________ And that's how our little soldier began his career, already an outcast.

So, Over the next few entries, I'm going to be writing about how I got here. It's a bit dry, but I think it had to be done, otherwise, what's the point of this entire journal? I don't...really want to think about this stuff from being me, so...I suppose I'll just right as if Powerhouse is someone else. __________________________________________________ To say that Powerhouse’s Parents were lucky is, word-wise, true, but it’s like saying someone whose house was on fire was lucky it was in foreclosure. His parents, lower-middle class Americans, entered a lottery for expecting mothers, that they would be treated with great care in exchange for signing a few small papers, sponsored by a small corporation named GenecticCorp. They won, and when the child was born, the contract bit them. The stipulations stated that if the child was born healthy, it had to be put up for adoption in a special facility, owned by GeneticCorp. Of course, with this, the Company had completely control of the child, and the parents were left with no child, but with enough money to live. Then the fun began, or, fun for everyone else. Unknown to anyone, GCorp had a team of Superheroes they used for Research, called The Chosen; Cherubim, Ophanim, Dominion, Virtue, Power, Principality, Metatron. Each hero had a different set of powers; each one was a master of their own powers. Dominion was a master of elements, able to blister with a flaming blizzard or chill with a freezing blaze; Principality was an alien with modified physical abilities, faster than light. Cherubim was a living conduit of radiation, able to do almost anything with his massive powers, Virtue and Power were two twins, Virtue rivaled Einstein, and built a suit as strong as any to move in, capable of stunning defense, incredible offense, and even rapid speed all at once, and Power was able to tap into a Primal Urge and turn into beasts, master of them all and able to turn into a Demonic ‘Battle Form’ with flight, strength, and even growing and shrinking, Ophanim was a master Mage, so advanced that he did not even have to speak and gesture to cast his spells, simply think of them, and they came into existence, and Metatron, Metatron was the greatest of them all, with control of gravity, and simply enhanced genetics, granting her so many abilities it would be nigh-impossible to list them all, but among her most powerful were her strength, her endurance, and speed. The Chosen never fought, and was never even known to exist. They were born, and then trained extensively until their powers reached their absolute maximums, and that was it. These people were drained of their DNA, of their own will, and it was then implanted into the bodies of those women who had won the lottery. Any child who came out wrong was left, and any good child was taken by GCorp and sent to an orphanage, where the children learned basic schooling skills such as math or science, while being watched 24/7 just in case any powers were shown to emerge, when they swept down and took them off to Yellow Forest. The Corp itself was unsure as to what child had what DNA, as all 7 are placed inside a subject’s body at differing intervals. As the children came to them, they were tested for their abilities. Those who were quickly identified as having powers based on one of the Chosen were shunted into a training camp- though it was more of a military school, as it wasn’t that bad, if they never noticed that everyone in the nearby town of Yellow Forest was actually a scientist working for GCorp- where they received more injections of that Chosen’s DNA while learning to use their powers. The camp was not as a standard military camp. The students learned to listen to authority and to never question it, trained with their powers almost daily, were forced to work together, slept in bunks, but did get weekends off. However, survival was not taught- because it would cause them to be independent- and History and English were heavily censored and modified, removing all mention of Superheroes, Freedom City, and anything else where supers had permeated. In this way the children were raised on a sub-par and mostly worthless set of history where they had no idea other people with powers even existed. Even the weekends off were severely censored without the students even being aware. Comics, particularly those of heroes, were never brought into Yellow Forest, and any item which ran a promotion based on heroes was quickly shunted away. Beyond that, leaving the boundaries of Yellow Forest was forbidden, and those who did cross the boundaries found themselves stopped by the police, who quickly escorted them back to their barrack. It was not something that bothered the children, because they didn’t know any better. _____________________________ And that's our setting point. Next pages will detail more information.

Player Name:Flare Knight Character Name:Honor/Virtue 130 [floatr][/floatr] Power Level: 10 155/155PP Trade-Offs: +/-0 Attack / +/-0 Damage, +/-0 Defense / +/-0 Toughness (or "None") In Brief: Powerhouse, born as a Virtue, with enhanced intelligence, instead of as a Powerhouse. Alternate Identities:Doctor Tim, Honor Identity: Secret Birthplace: North of New York Occupation: Scientist Affiliations: None Family: None Age: 24 (DoB: December 25, 1986) Apparent Age:24 Gender:Male Ethnicity:Caucasian Height:5'6 Weight:75lbs Eyes:Brown Hair:Brown Description: A skinny, ugly kid, Virtue 130 is an almost perfect genetic replica of Virtue, gifted with Intelligence beyond most men, at the cost of his physical health. He is extremely short and skinny, and rides around in a Wheelchair. His hair is obviously badly taken care of, often reaching extremely long lengths before it's all cut off the next day, and his finger nails are grimy and dity. Due to his poor treatment of his own body, he can't talk. As Honor, Virtue 130 is a tall humanoid shaped creature in black armor with gray detailing, sometimes slight, sometimes massive. On his chest plate are stylized insignias of a Rhino, a Gorilla, and an Elephant. His arms are 'Popeye' like, with massive bulging forearms and large red circles for eyes Power Descriptions: Technology History: On July 15th, 1986, a soon to be mother screamed in pain as the doctors in the room pulled a new life into the world. This child, stringy, but breathing strongly, was a mystery. For all intents, he should have been too weak to move, but he did. Then, he grabbed a scalpel from the nearby table, a Head-light from a doctor, and made a laser. Yellow Forest descended onto the child instantly, taking him from his parents, and dropping him in their orphanage. He grew at the same rate as a normal child, but while the others were learning to speak, walk, and just finding out their powers or lack of, he was reading the works of De Sade, turning Action figures into working machines capable of punching through steel, and enjoying his reputation as ‘the kid to be scared of’. It was when he reached seven that someone appeared before him. A woman with dark hair, dark eyes, and a similar build approached him, wearing full body armor. He only knew that she was a woman and what she looked like because he had recently turned a pair of sunglasses into X-Ray Glasses. The following exchange was short, but almost instantly the child had deduced some of the inner workings of the program, that he was genetically altered with her DNA, that all these children were based on someone else, and he asked when he was leaving. The girl took her away that day, to her home, and his new home. Virtue 130, as he was called, quickly and effectively passed all his exams, moving to College courses and passing those too. Even for a Virtue, he was smarter than any, almost as smart as the original Virtue, and, when he asked Virtue for a larger lab, she shared hers with him. The two worked together, both of them creating new technology beyond what almost any other man could, but their combined efforts produced things that could have only been dreamed of before. The first was a perpetual Motion machine, then a Time machine. After making the Machine, and a confrontation with Dr. Tomorrow and an agreement to destroy it, the group turned their focuses to other items. Throughout this time, 130 had lost his reason to talk, for when Virtue understood him so well, there was no reason for him to talk. When the two decided to build a suit of armor for 130, and Virtue asked him what he wanted it based upon, he could only gesture, for his tongue, and his voice, had died from his years of lack of speech. He finally decided upon three of the world’s strongest animals, presenting to Virtue his designs. The design was that of Power, its main features screaming that it wanted to be as powerful as possible. It had a Gorilla’s strength, an Elephant’s senses, and a Rhino’s legs and armor, all together and made as a weapon of war. Together the two, growing forever closer, made the suit. Weaker then Virtue’s, but a weapon powerful enough for his heroics, outlined in grays and armored, even a mechanical voice box to deal with his lack of speaking. Finally, the suit was tested on Virtue 130, and he was complete. Virtue took him to the supervisors of Yellow Forest, giving him the moniker of Honor, something that comes along with Virtue. He was accepted as such, and, as the original student of Yellow Forest, assigned to the first city they knew that would need the ‘healing touch’ of Yellow Forest, Freedom City. Taking his position as Honor, the representative of Yellow Forest for Freedom City, 130 began his campaign to prove his superiority to other heroes due to his training by the group, attacking and beating several villains heavily, before leaving them to be captured. His Campaign’s original attacks were violent enough that Yellow Forest reprimanded him, telling him to be a better example. Even Virtue was displeased, informing him in no uncertain terms to ease up, lest he be punished severely. Sense then, Honor has done as asked, changing his personality immensely and becoming almost a symbol of hope to most people, someone who started off almost evil, but has become a better person, though only as a façade, as the city becomes more reliant upon Honor, and slowly, he works his way into becoming the first Yellow Forest Hero of Freedom City, followed by others coming to help him. Personality & Motivation: To become the best Scientist in teh world and spread the Ideals of Yellow Forest Powers & Tactics: With his huge amount of intelligence and Masterful Tactics, Honor will always scope out a target before even beginning to intervene in it. However, he almost never talks to others- obviously-, and is rarely seen without his suit. When engaging in battle, he adapts quickly to his opponent. If he's fighting an extremely powerful close-range opponent, he'll stay back and blast at them. If he fights someone better at range, he'll chase them down for physical attacks. Complications: Secret Honor's history at Yellow Forest is not to come to light. As Ordered. Honor is the quintessential perfect Soldier, doing exactly as Yellow Forest orders, which may drag him away from Heroics Relationship No one is entirely sure what Honor's connection to Virtue is, but it is obviously more then just lab partners. Abilities: -4+ -4 + 0 + 30 + 20 + -4 = 38PP Strength: 6/20 (-2/+5) Dexterity: 6 (-2) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 40 (+15) Wisdom: 30 (+10) Charisma: 6 (-2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24PP Initiative: +15 Attack: +6 Grapple: +4, +15 with Array in Strength Mode Defense: +10 (+6 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -0 Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Toughness: +10 (+0 Con, +10 Protection (7 Impervious)) Fortitude: +8 (+0 Con, +8 from Armor) Reflex: +4 (-2 Dex, +6 from Armor) Will: +10 (+10 Wis, +0) Skills: 72R = 18PP Craft (Mechanical) 15 (+30, Skill Mastery) Knowledge: Technology 10 (+25, Skill Mastery) Sense Motive 10 (+20) Computers 11 (+26, Skill Mastery) Disable Device 11(+26, Skill Mastery) Knowledge: Tactics 10 (+25) Notice 5 (+15) Feats: 1+4+1+1+1+2=10PP Master Plan Dodge Focus 4 Masterful Tactics Eidetic Memory Skill Mastery Speed of Thought Inventor Powers: 3 + 66 = 69PP Quickness 6(Flaws: Limited, Mental Tasks only, x10 ) (a Brain whose speed is constantly increasing, Mutant.) [3PP] Device 17(85PP, Flaws:Hard-To-Lose Feats: Restricted to: Honor) (Honor's Armor, used to fight crime, Technological) [66PP] Immunity 9(Life Support) (a Perfectly sealed environment protects Honor from the environment itself, Technology) [9PP] Protection 10(Extras: Impervious 7) (The combined hide of a Rhino and an Elephant!, technology) [17PP] Enhanced Fortitude 8 (With a sealed environment, it's harder for diseases to get into Honor's body and effect him, Technology) [8PP] Enhanced Reflex 6 (Thanks to his advanced senors, Honor is able to see attacks coming extremely fast, and react., Technology) [6PP] Flight 10 (10,000 MPH) (Jets in the boots and back allow high speeds, Technology) [10PP] Super-Senses 11 ( Blindsight [radio; Extended], Direction Sense, Distance Sense, Infravision, Radio, Time Sense, Tracking [infravision]) [11PP] (technology) Buying off Mute Flaw (Mechanical Voice box in the suit allowing Honor to talk, Technology) [4PP] Gorilla Arms Array 11 ( 22 points)(Feats: 2 Alternate Powers) (The Offensive capabilities of the Suit, Technology) [24PP] Base Power: Strike 10 (Extras: Penetrating 4 Feats: +Accurate 2) Linked to Stun 2 [4PP] & Enhanced Feats 2 (Power Attack + All-Out Attack) (Gorilla Punches!, Technology) [16 +4 + 2= 22PP] Alternate Power: Strike 10 (Extras: Ranged Feats: +Accurate 2) (Gorilla Rocket Punches!, Technology) [22PP] Alternate Power: Enhanced Strength 14 & Super-Strength 4 (Effective strength 40, Heavy Load 3 tons) (Gorilla Lifting!, Descriptors) [14 +8=22PP] Drawbacks: (-4) + (-4) = -8PP Disability(Mute, Frequency: Very Common, Intensity: Moderate) [-4PP] Normal Identity (Frequency: Very Common, Intensity: Major) (-4PP) DC Block: ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed, no Suit Touch DC13 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) In Suit, Mode One Touch DC25 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) In Suit, Rocket Punch Ranged DC25 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) NOTE: The easiest way to get your DC Block to line up is to write it out in a word processor in a Courier font, then just copy/paste it into your post. Abilities (38) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (18) + Feats (10) + Powers (68) - Drawbacks (8) = 150 Power Points

Once more, I have a thread idea that needs more explaining or something. An Extraterrestrial Biker and an Obsessed Genius, re-purposed as his lieutenant, leading a gang of inter-space Hoodlums to Earth to have some 'fun', which involves, as always in my threads, are simple, one dimensional motivations because I don't know how much I should really give the one-shot villains in the realm of personality, blowing up buildings, kidnapping people, and throwing them off bridges, etc. etc. These guys are here for fun, and their fun is painful and dangerous to the people around them. I imagine this as either being one long thread, or a bunch of smaller ones. Enemies: Format is : Archtype (Name)- PL, Where they come from. Extraterrestiral Biker (Boss Bika)- PL 13, Villain's Archtypes 3 Obsessed Genius (Lt. Lieutenant)- PL 10, Villain's Archtypes 3 Supreme Commander (Lt. General)- PL 7, Villain's Archtypes 3 Solid Hero (Ensign Rocker)- PL 10, Archtype Archive 3 Size Changer (Ensign Big Man)- PL 10, Archtype Archive 3 Dead Eye (Ensign Shooter)- PL 10, Villain's Archtypes 2 + 50-75 Minions (Assorted Thugs, Gang Members, and the like) Who would be interested in playing this?

12/17/10 So I was watching TV earlier, which is such a fun thing to do! I can't believe I'd never gotten to watch one before! And I saw this show about a guy who ran around asking heroes a lot of questions. I figured it would be fun if I did those in here too. I think. Oddly, after doing this, I feel asleep, and now there's two or three questions in here I don't remember doing, but I don't want to erase them, they seem to fit. 1. Where is your hero from? Yellow Forest. According to my map, I think it's near New York. 2. How would your hero physically describe him/herself? Is this different from how others would? I have blond Hair and blue eyes. I'm not too buff though, which I always thought were so weird. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get any thicker. 3. Does your hero have distinguishing speech characteristics or recurring mannerisms? People say I have a bad habit of only reacting to stuff, instead of doing things I think I should do. I don't think that's right. 4. What is your hero's motivation? To be a Hero. I mean, it's really simple, isn't it? I want to do the right thing. 5. What are your hero's greatest strengths and weaknesses? I'm really strong. Like...REALLY strong. But that's all I can do. So, I guess I'm one giant weakness other then being strong. Magnets, really strong ones, cause me to get stupider though. 6. What does your hero love? What does your hero hate? I like Drawing, but I don't know if I Love it. I HATE the people from Yellow Forest. They were mean. 7. How would you describe your character's mental and emotional state? Powerhouse is severely stunted mentally and emotionally. He lacks almost any sense of Self-Worth and has trouble doing anything without direct orders. At best, he could be trusted to hit things if ordered, but more precise orders might require constant supervision. Emotionally, Powerhouse has little to no concept of gratitude, as he's had no need to develop it. This does, however, also cause him to label even the smallest things extremely good, such as finding a penny on the ground 8. What does your hero fear the most? Being found by Yellow Forest. 9. What is your character's greatest ambition? Becoming a Hero on the same level as the Centurion, and being free of Yellow Forest. 10. How does your hero feel about the state of the world and his/her place in it? Powerhouse doesn't really understand the world, having lived in a small, controlled environment for his entire life. He assumes his place is to be a Hero, and nothing else, but doesn't necessarily feel bad about such a scope. In his ideas, that's just how the world works 11. Does your hero have any prejudices? How does he/she get along with others? Powerhouse isn't really prejudiced, against anyone, due to not understanding the idea. He usually gets along decently with other people, mostly because he does exactly as they ask without question. If they don't like that, then probably not. 12. Where do your heroes loyalties lie? In what order? Powerhouse is only really loyal to doing what he thinks is good, and to those people who he's 'adventured' with and calls friends. His loyalty, however, is to whatever he thinks is good first, then his friends. 13. Does your hero have a lover or partner? How do they feel about the hero now? No. Powerhouse has never even had a crush on someone, much less an actual lover. 14. Does your hero have a family? What is the relationship there like? Though he has parents, Powerhouse doesn't even realize they exist, and has no relationship with them. While Yellow Forest could be called 'his family', his relationship with them is one of him being terrified and them wanting him back. 15. How would the people closest to your hero describe him or her? I don't really have anyone close to me. I have friends, but I don't know if those count. 16. Is your hero a role model? Powerhouse's use as a Role-model could be overcoming something that has been a problem a person's entire life, but even that might be a stretch, if it was even found out. His lack of creative thought makes him unlikely to be use as a mental role-model, however. 17. How spiritual is your hero? Does your hero follow a religious tradition? No. Powerhouse's only 'tradition' is 'Worship the Chosen', which he has been trying to abandon as much as possible, but it's only working enough to turn them into nightmares driven by his own terror, creating his own larger-then-life demons 18. Is your hero part of a team, or would he/she like to be? Why? I'm not part of a team, but I'd LOVE to be part of one! To have a bunch of people that I can rely on when the going gets tough and that can rely on me would be great! I want to be a part of every team ever! 19. How does your hero feel about the place of metahumans and aliens on Earth? Being a Metahuman himself, though through Genetic experimentation, and having spent time with an alien, even if he wasn't very nice, and doesn't much care if a person is or isn't human or from earth. Even if the treatment he got from the Alien and Metahumans or regular humans with super intelligence was bad, it was consistent, showing that everyone's roughly the same. Now that he's in Freedom City, where Good Aliens and Metahumans run around too, he knows that all the groups are pretty much capable of anything. 20. If you could give one piece of advice to your hero, what would it be? Powerhouse needs to stop doing only as asked, stop fearing the Chosen, and do what he thinks is right, instead of what he's been taught/forced to consider. He needs to spend some time really thinking about what he wants to do, and go from there. He might end up at the same result, but instead of just going with the flow, it would end up with him deciding what he wants to do.

After all the excitement of almost turning into a werewolf, Powerhouse was glad to be able to sit in a bed, though with the Doctor there he couldn't really enjoy it and go to sleep, which was sad because sometimes Powerhouse just wanted to go to sleep. He felt bad for being bitten in the first place and wasting everyone's time, so when the doctor started talking, he flinched, expecting to be reprimanded. When he wasn't, Powerhouse sat for a minute after the man finished talking. "Right. Well, I was in Greenbank, there had been some crazy homeless man beating up business men on their way home from work for the past few days, so I went to investigate." He said, slowly, sitting up straight and speaking without inflection. He wasn't telling a story so much as stating an incident report. "I came across a man matching the description and a Wolf creature chasing a girl. I was forced to abandon the man to stop the Wolf. I managed to intervene in it's attack, but I was bitten in the ensuing melee, and I failed to capture them due to the bite." He said, finishing his report and sitting quietly. "I apologize for failure, Sir."

Initiative please, to answer your chat question. 3+4=7 PH is slow. 4+1=5 Grunts are slower.

Piratehouse, stepping slowly up the ramp, spent enough time as was appropriate looking at the ship itself- not that he understood what was going on, he just new it was polite to not insult someone else's work-, and offered a compliment. "I enjoy the ship." he said, trying to make it as simple as possible to avoid, because he didn't want to show his lack of knowledge, and appeared mostly unaffected by the alien's strange looks. He did as they ordered, however, and walked down the hall towards the next area. "Thank you." He offered, as he passed by the people.

What If Powerhouse was: A Virtue (Battlesuit)? Found by a Gang instead of the Castle Comics Employee?

Table of Contents Introduction.....[goto=EOD]Down this page[/goto] I saw this thing on TV....page 1 Powerhouse's History Pt 1....Page 2 Powerhouse's History Pt 2....Page 3 Powerhouse's History Pt 3....Page 4 Powerhouse's History Pt 4....Page 5 Powerhouse's History Pt 5....Page 6 Powerhouse's History Pt 6....Page 7 Birthday Party....Page 8 [anchor]EOD[/anchor] 12/16/10 So...I just got this journal today. It's pretty nice looking, and it's...nice to be able to write as Powerhouse, instead of as Tim. I've been meeting so many new people these days, like that I wanted to be able to record them, so I don't forget. If the Chosen find me, maybe I'll be able to bring this back with me. It would be...nice. To get to read about my friends if I have to go back there. But in the efforts of protecting people, I can't tell you anything about them, not really. Not their names, or their uniforms, or anything. Hopefully I can get just enough across that I'll be able to remember them, and THEY won't be able to figure out who they are. If I screw up, and they manage to find everyone, I'll just go ahead now and say I'm sorry. If you aren't after me, and you're reading this without my permission, I'd appreciate if you'd put this down. Thanks. I'm gonna try to keep this updated as much as possible, but I'm not sure how often 'as much as possible' is. Freedom City seems like a nice place for me to live though. It's comfortable to live in this place, where there are so many fully fledged Heroes who make sure the streets are safe. I'm a bit wary of really doing any heroics, but it's not like the City really needs them, so it's more for my personal comfort, I suppose. I can't help but look up at the sky whenever someone flies past though.

PH takes it the old fashioned way, none of this newfangled Motorcycle or Flight crud. He's the Original! A Classic! And he crashes into the ground because he's just not that coordinated.

As the two Heroes hurried down the passageway, they passed through several empty barracks and other assorted rooms, not sating in them, but realizing they were there. It was the fourth room from where they had been captured, opening an automatic sliding door, when they finally ran into more people. Five guards were lounging at a table, playing some type of card game. When one took a look up at the sound of the door opening. "HEY!" He barked, throwing his cards to the table and grabbing at his gun. "You aren't supposed to be moving around!" He roared, the other people at the table realizing what was going on and getting up as well, fumbling at their waists. Wasting no time, the Sixth man, who had been standing near the far door, rushed down the hallway, closing the door behind him as he ran.

After all the time spent jumping and not really focusing on anything, when Powerhouse realized that Dragonfly was stopping, he caught short and fell to the ground. Thundering into the ground from a building, Powerhouse pulled- or, to be more accurate, crashed and stumbled- to a stop a short distance from Dragonfly, barely avoiding tripping over his own feet as he landed. After taking a little bit to examine the building closely, and the hole in what used to be the door, he turned to the other two. "Er...You think they know we're here?" He asked, feeling bad for not having something quieter then smashing into the ground very fast to stop.

With Dragonfly's machine leading them, the three members of the party set out quickly, roughly able to keep pace with each other to prevent any of them getting lost or separated. It was a strange looking group, to be certain, but no stranger then some of the other teams running around. It was this strange menagerie of heroes that headed through the streets of Greenbank, taking turns that led them through not only through the apartments, but eventually past teh abandoned Warehouses and into older buildings, abandoned but not warehouses. It was in front of one of these buildings, a Bowling Ally, that Dragonfly's meter finally ended up pointing to. It was easy to tell that the building was abandoned. Short and long, it had an over-sized pin standing next to a blown out neon sign declaring it as 'Mick's Bowling Alley', and was painted in faded pink and white. Several of the windows were smashed out, some others were covered with Cardboard of other items, and the door had obviously been barricaded previously, as there was a massive hole in it where someone had blown it to shreds. There was no way anyone who hadn't just gotten there could have possibly lived in it, from the holes in the roof and what appeared to be part of the sign from the building- a massive bowling ball- sitting in the ruins of what had once been an overhang. It sat on the corner of an intersection, the door distinctly on the corner facing towards the center of the street.

Player Name:Flare Knight Character Name:Aldabra Power Level: 7 (105/105PP) Trade-Offs: -1 Attack/+1 Damage Unspent PP: 0 Gold Status: 0/30 In Brief: Alternate reality Grue where the Grue have only limited Shape-shifting capability and rely on Devices to mimic the similar abilities of their alternate-reality counterparts. Believes it is his duty to stop any crime he sees happening the instant it occurs, now matter how small Alternate Identities:Johnny Feldon (Human Transformation), Highway Star (when using Shape-shift to assume it's Array), Re-Birthing (When using Shape-shift to assume noted Array), Crusher (When using Shape-shift to assume Noted Array)..etc, etc. Identity: Secret. No one is aware Johnny Feldon is Aldabra or Aldabra exists. No one is aware that Johnny Feldon is able to turn into different creatures, and no one is aware of the connection between the Aliens, the group is played up as being mutated siblings Birthplace:Zen, the home of the Grue Occupation:Claremont Student Affiliations: Claremont Academy, Family:Part of the Grue Unity in this World, unreachable in his Home World Age: 17 Solar Cycles on Zen (100 Earth Years) (DoB: 3rd Month of the Lunar Season, 1910 ) Apparent Age:Most forms appear to be teenagers of varying height and weight Gender:Male Ethnicity: Usually a Pasty Red like all Grue, but has come to favor a Blue-skinned creature alongside his human form Height: 5'9(varies) Weight:110lbs(varies) Eyes:White (varies) Hair:None(varies) Description: As a Grue from his Dimension, Aldabra is the same as Grue in this dimension, pasty red skin, pupil-less white eyes, and no hair. He has a very slim build, not enough to look sickly, but more then enough that he looks like he needs to eat. His usually avoids looking at people head on, due to the fact he realizes it can be slightly disconcerting that he can see despite the fact he lacks and pupils or irises, and keeps his head down. He wears the Claremont uniform exactly as asked, with absolutely no changes to it, and sticks to it in just about any form. Johnny Feldon is an average sized kid with sandy brown hair and indeterminately brown skin- created from the mixture of all races to be the 'genetic combination' of all humans-, with heterochromia, one Blue eye, one Brown eye, and always grinning. The U.L.T.I.M.A. device is located on his left shoulder, hidden under his jacket The Common forms, and Aldabra himself, wear a form fitting suit, a modified form of the Claremont Uniform with no sleeves, the U.L.T.I.M.A. device on their chests when actually doing something regarding Heroics Power Descriptions: The basic descriptor on his powers are Technological, based on his Device. His individual aliens are generally Naturally Powered, but could be considered Mutant, due to the Device editing the forms to be more effective History: (Please remember we are a family friendly site. Your story should be PG-13 at most. If your character wouldn't fit in an episode of Justice League Unlimited or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, please rethink it.) Personality & Motivation: Having no way to get home as he knows it, Aldabra spends his time alternating between trying to figure out exactly HOW to get home and acclimating to Earth. However, his strict upbringing has caused him to be unflinching in regards to the law, and won't back down against criminals. His Motivation is to Uphold the Law, without fail. Powers & Tactics: While Aldabra has hundreds, if not thousands, of transformations to turn into, he usually refuses to openly transform once he has picked a form, though he's perfectly willing to let himself be thrown far enough away that he could transform without being looked at. His planning varies wildly depending on his information, and it's not odd for him to turn into a stealthy form and conduct reconnaissance before moving in for an attack Complications: Secret Identity: Aldabra has no less then 10 separate Identities he keeps hidden from anyone. Should they become connected, the power of his Device could be revealed, which could cause massive problems I want to go Home: Aldabra's most powerful Wish is to return to his home dimension Training Wheels: Aldabra's Device is heavily locked down, completely preventing some forms from being Accessed. Aldabra can not shape-shift into any creature or form with ranks in Temporal or Dimensional Movement I'm a Grue, yes.: Aldabra is a Grue, even from a different dimension, and is not ashamed to admit it. Abilities: 0 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 8 + 0 = 8PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 10 + 10 = 20PP Initiative: +4 Attack: +5 Grapple: +5 Defense: +7 (+5 Base, +2 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -0 Saving Throws: 4 + 4 + 0 = 8PP Toughness: +3 (+0 Con, +3 Device [impervious 2]) Fortitude: +4 (+0 Con, +4) Reflex: +4 (+0 Dex, +4) Will: +4 (+4 Wis) Skills: 24R = 6PP Stealth 6 (+6) Notice 7 (+12) Sense Motive 7(+12) Gather Information +4 (+4) Feats:2+1= 3PP Dodge Focus 2 Improved Initiative Powers: 8+ 52= 60PP Shape-shift 1 (The Natural shape-shifting capabilities of Aldabra, Mutant) [8PP] U.L.T.I.M.A. (Device 13) (65PP, Flaws: Hard-To-Lose, -1pp, Feats: Restricted (Wis-18), Drawbacks: Power loss, Must be recharged every 24 Hours. Uncommon, -1pp ) (U.L.T.I.M.A. System. Universal Life Transformer Imitates Multiple Aliens, Technology) [52PP] Shapeshift 7 (35 Points worth of Physical traits. 8pp/rank) (Allows Aldabra to turn into any alien it knows, Technology) [56PP] Benefit (Temporal Inertia) (The U.L.T.I.M.A. exists only in it's home dimension, and protects it's wearer from the time-steam, Technology) [1PP] Toughness 2 (Extras: Impervious 2) (The U.L.T.I.M.A. makes it's wearer even Tougher then usual due to integrating with it's Nervous System, Technology) [4PP] Comprehend 2, Speak and Read all Languages (The U.L.T.I.M.A. allows it's reader to understand and speak any language that is necessary to facilitate Communication, Technology) [4PP] DC Block: DC Block: ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) NOTE: The easiest way to get your DC Block to line up is to write it out in a word processor in a Courier font, then just copy/paste it into your post. Abilities (8) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (9) + Skills (6) + Feats (3) + Powers (60) - Drawbacks (0) = 105 Power Points

brushing a few extra pieces of dirt off his body, Powerhouse looked more then a little disturbed at the grins coming from the two people's faces, but soldiered on anyway. These guys look positively dangerous if I left them alone right now, I can't let them hurt those people. He thought to himself, then nodded, smiling. "Yeah, we need to bring them to justice. They committed a ton of crimes and put innocent people at risk, it would be horrible if we left them stick around on the streets with that tech and ran amok." He said, then sighed. "Also, I know Mr. Push can fly, but I don't know if Ms. Dragonfly can, but I certainly can't. I can only run so fast, but I can jump pretty good." he explained. It wasn't things that had to be worried about unless they were traveling, but it was obvious they were about to do so, and as such it was important they were aware of Powerhouse's failings.

The people grabbing at his shins and arms were enough that the slowly changing Powerhouse seriously thought of them as a threat, baring his lengthening teeth and raising what would soon be his hackles. snarling and struggling. Though the wolf-Powerhouse was obviously strong, just as strong, if not more so, as when he had been normal, but enough of the Human Doormat that was Powerhouse remained that, for all of Wolfhouse's struggling, it was fairly obvious most of the power in the body was being diverted into stopping the rest of that power from getting out. It created this strange image of the half-Werewolf who was struggling as much against himself as the men holding him, his muscles bulging in odd places under the coat of fur that was slowly getting thicker and thicker as they held off other muscles. It was in this creature that the Doctor shot the medicine up it's nose, and Wolfhouse took a deep breath, partly because his struggling was tiring him out, partly because he trusted the doctor to know what he was talking about. Another howl of anguish burst from Wolfhouse's throat as the medicine began to take effect. It was not as if it stopped or reversed the transformation, yet, but it was slowing, fast. The last remaining piece of Powerhouse had been his face, slowly turning into a muzzle. As the doctors watched, it slowed, then stopped flat. It was like that for a short time, Almost Wolfhouse panting heavily and stock still otherwise, and extended tongue lolling out of his mouth. It didn't even say anything, only a low pitched whine coming out of the back of it's throat every now and then.

Powerhouse's Active threads You're My Butterfly (7) When Animals Attack Only GM posts Black Markets are Easy to Find First post is GM, contains both IC and GM Posts (12 IC) Capes in Space (13) It's Not Lupus (9) News Thread Note that the second post is the 20Q. (8) Yuletidings Sound Off Both GM and IC a Moving Day Christmas Misc. Completed the 20Q Did Vignette, sent to Doc