Northstar

he was much more careful with handshakes these days. Last thing he needed was to crush bone, and have to treat someone directly afterwards. Dammit, I forgot to put my first aid kit in my bag. that's irritating.Greg carefully shook the much smaller man's hand. "You can call me Doc Titan. Charmed." There was likely an amusing story with this armadillo, but that hardly seemed relevant. "So, we're supposed to find what's bugging Doc Metropolis' little cousin. How do you even find a...being like that in the first place?"

Greg was hoping something would happen when he got to Asbury Park. He wasn't sure what. Being called out by a guy in a remarkably unusual car wasn't it. He faced the vehicle, and crouched down, to try and speak to the man face to face. "Nice car. I'm from Freedom City, yeah. What gave it away?" His voice was a lot louder when he was Doc Titan. If nothing else it fit better than his normal mousy vocal powers. "I imagine you are as well. You didn't happen to get a strange message, did you?"

Ran all the way here. Now what? Greg wasn't familiar with Asbury Park. None of the sights seem familiar. And he was out here to do...something. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be doing. There was supposed to be help, but he had no idea who. So he walked around town. He was sure that an eight foot tall guy in a lab coat would stand out enough to attract some attention. Hopefully it'll be attention I want.

Greg relaxed. The machine didn't seem hostile, there didn't seem to be any danger. Hell, even the kids didn't seem scared anymore. He gave them a quick wink and a thumbs up, let them know that things were fine, before he return to the matter at hand. That machine really seemed interested in the Dragonfly. What could be going through that head of yours, I wonder. "Unless this thing's programmer wanted it to get offended by us, I don't think it can." He was reasonably sure that being offended didn't translate well to binary. It's an irrational emotion. And unless someone borrowed the Enterprise for a few days, I don't think computers have emotions.

Greg put the slide under the microscope. He hoped this time the reaction would be a bit slower, let him actually see what was going on for a change. He didn't expect much. He'd tried to figure out why tripto...inflated him like it did for a month, but he was no closer now than he was then. Still, if he ever did discover the reason, what'd he do in his spare time then? He was about to mix his blood sample with a 1 mg dose of tripto, when his wheelchair lifted, then rolled back a few inches. Startled, he took a look underneath himself, and found part of his wood floor had...replicated itself. He discovered, of all things, writing when he picked the plank up. After reading the thing twice, he set it down next to the microscope. I could ignore the message, continue with my study. But then, how often does your house start leaving you messages? This is to bizzare not to follow up on. He called the hospital, told them he'd be gone for a few days. He gathered up his few spare Titan sprays, and got into costume. Squeezing through his back door was a tad painful. He'd need to get the thing widened when he got back.

Greg shouldn't have been surprised at the speed at which these other folks questioned the machine. But he was. He could see why. He'd been fascinated at some of the oddities he'd seen on the table. If he could have, he'd sample the heroes that came in for treatment, see what made them tick. He came out of his silence for a moment, hoping to get an answer of his own. "'Preserve organic life' seems to have a very broad scope. There are quite a few ways you could go about this. How are you planning to carry out your function?"

Doctor Titan stopped in his tracks. He'd expected a group of punks with bats, or something like that. That's what usually happened the first time out. But now he stood on a street, staring at the most peculiar robot. He hadn't gone into the depths of super technology, but he knew enough to be very impressed by what he saw. It looked very well put together. He guessed, though, from it's simplistic speech pattern that it's AI seemed very basic. It was fascinating. He looked over the others. He didn't recognize any of these folks, until the woman handled introductions. he began to take as many mental notes as he could. Better to know more than less, after all. Caradoc, Dragonfly, Miss Americana, and Supercape. This is getting more intriguing by the second. When Miss Americana nodded in his direction, he supplied "Doctor Titan" as a simple introduction, with a small smile. He waited to see if this robot was as willing to answer questions as it was to ask them.

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There are days when investing in a better big and tall wardrobe would be a good idea. He felt dirty in his makeshift clothes. He had to sacrifice a great deal of clothing to make something appropriate for Doc Titan to wear. It's not like he could have gone to a big an tall store as little Doc Bruce. that would completely undermine the whole 'secret identity thing. At least the lab coat was one peace, the rest was stitched together. He felt like a hobo! Oh well. he wanted to do some good, he needed to go out and do it. He walked the streets, trying to be attentive. On Patrol, I believe. Does everyone feel this odd when they first start? New Years seemed like a logical time to do something clandestine. Everyone sleeping off New Years Eve. He saw kids out on the street, playing whatever games kids played in the snow, these days. it was about a minute later that he heard screaming, in tiny voices. Something had happened. he hesitated a moment. Who knew what was going on over there. He might not be any help at all! Before doubt could worm it's way in further, he took a deep breath. Alright, Greg. This is what you wanted, to help people in trouble. These are kids in trouble. get off your five ton backside and help them! He turned around, and ran toward the noise. It was showtime!

May as well Introduce myself. Northstar here, unemployed college student working on my bachelors. Out here in the far away land of Colorado, we got lots of DnD, we have Dark Heresy, and Star Wars Saga Edition, and Battletech, but we don't have any supers games. Then i discovered this place on TV tropes, and here I am

If you have room, DOctor Titan would like to join

After clearing things up in chat, made the change to immunity, and I marked the requested info

Fixed the formatting, and marked his native language.

Player Name: Northstar Character Name: Doctor Gregory Bruce Power Level: 10 (150/154PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage, -2 Defense / +2 Toughness Unspent PP: 4 Progress to Bronze Status: 4/30 In Brief:A doctor uses super medicine to fight crime. Alternate Identities: Doctor Titan Identity:Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Doctor Affiliations: Freedom Medical Center Family: His parents are dead, and he is estranged from his brother and sister Age: 36 (March 1974) Apparent Age: 36 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5'9†as Doctor Greg Bruce, 8'5" as Doctor Titan Weight: 125 pounds as Doc Bruce, 525 pounds as Doctor Titan Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Description: Dr. Bruce is an average looking fellow. He wears his hair rather short, and keeps himself clean shaven. Personal hygene is very important to him, making sure his clothes are clean, and ironed every day. He usually wears simple button down, short sleeved shirts, a lab coat, and loose fitting slacks. When he's in the Doctor Titan form, he's well over eight feet tall, and looks much more athletic than normal. His skin becomes much harder, almost like an armor. Power Descriptions: Doctor Bruce's transformation comes from the use of a drug called Triptocycline. Created by Doctor Bruce, and originally intended to keep a badly wounded patient stable while waiting for treatment in high volume situations, when tested on animals, the metabolic boast it gave ended with the test animals severely weakened due to the metabolic boast. After a particularly bad day, and losing several patients back to back, Dr. Bruce was determined to do something productive. He took an old test drug he'd been working on, hoping to prove it effective through self use. The dose he took that day was a 10 milligram injection. He was astounded to discover he had regained the ability to walk. He left his wheelchair, and walked under his own power for the first time in 5 years. However, with the small dosage, it only lasted a few minutes. Since that time, he has developed it into the Titan Spray, taken nasally, not wanting to use injections too readily. He's still unsure why it has this effect on him, and not the animals he's tested it on. History: Primum non nocere “First, Do No Harm.†That's the part of the Hippocratic oath that people remember. They're not solid on the rest of it, like “I'll call in help when I need it,†and “Remember you're treating a human being.†But Do No harm, people have that part down. That's also the part Gregory Bruce is struggling to uphold at the moment. He went through his scholastic carrier with ease. An eidetic memory helped make sure of that. For a while, teachers though he was cheating, but after he quoted entire book passages verbatim, they reconsidered. It all came very easily to him. And left him with free time, which he spent working on little side projects. After finishing High school, straight As of course, he went on to Freedom City University, working on his medical degree. He had no trouble acing courses. Patient has this problem, treat this way. Bad heart? Cut here, or transplant. It came very easily. He spent more time selling little study tools he'd built to the other students. He tried tutoring, but “it's this way, why don't you get it†didn't turn out to be the best way to teach. He graduated Valedictorian two years ahead of schedule. When he needed to chose a specialty, it was no trouble for him. The others could handle neurology, or oncology. His head could handle enough to take on Superhuman physiology. He was hired by Freedom Medical Center, and put on the surgical staff. Only so many superhumans come by, and he needed to be useful the rest of the time. He started losing patients after that. Not all at once, or with more frequency than any other doctor. But patients did die on the table, despite his best efforts. At first he couldn't understand. He'd done things they way they needed to be done, but people still died. He started getting a tad angry after that. He saw the aftermath of gunshot wounds, of beatings, car wrecks. It was painful, sometimes, just to be floundering in someone's insides, trying to put out enough fires to keep them alive. There were days that Do No Harm got to be really tough to keep to. About 5 years ago, he was in a car wreck. Damage was done to his spine, and he lost control of his lower half. The parts themselves work fine, but they stopped getting signals from his brain. He had around 70 pounts of dead meat dragging after him, now. He was distant for a while, after the crash. He worked on his pet projects, a scalpel that could cut into the tougher skinned supers. He worked on new medicine that responded better to superhuman physiology, with all it's variation. He converted a great deal of his home into a make shit lab. He filled a lot of time with those projects. When he did regularly return to the hospital, the others had no trouble using the more specialized equipment, but the drugs were another problem. They were untested, untried. It didn't really surprize him, but it was a bit of a blow. All that time, spent doing nothing. About 6 months ago, he'd had a rather hard day. A mother and her fetal twins had died after getting hit by a bus. They spend hours trying to save the kids, and then hours trying to keep Mom alive. All three went to the morgue. Greg returned home, determined to do some good that day. He took some of his shelved side projects, and worked on them. About 14 hours later, after a lot of trail, error, and anger, Greg found himself walking for the first time in 5 years. He'd taken a small dose of Triptocycline, a drug that was originally designed to boast a patients system while they waited in extreme situations. He had no idea why it restored his ability to walk. He wasn't sure why, after it had worn off, there was only a little nausia. But he was going to find out. Since then he has come up with the Titan Spray, a refined version of Tripto taken nasally. A simple 100 milligram dose is enough to get him more than walking. He can run, faster than any normal man. He becomes about 8 feet tall, strong enough to bend steel, and lift his car. This is his chance, in his own mind, to stop putting out fires, and start getting rid of the matches. He still loved treating patients, and he loved being a doctor, but sometimes Do No Harm just didn't work for him. Personality & Motivation:Greg Bruce has been given gifts, and he has a need to do something with them. As long as he's able to do something, make progress with something, he's happy. For him, there's nothing worse than a lack of things to do. He becomes very invested in his side projects, and with the patients he treats. When he loses someone on the table, or when he can't seem to figure out how to overcome a problem, he takes it as a personal failure. Even though he's been through a lot, he remains at his core an idealist. He may not believe there will be peace in our times, but he knows that people are good, and that the good far outweighs the bad. Powers & Tactics: As Doctor Titan, he doesn't have too much experience, so he uses only very simple tactics. His main focus is hitting the other guy, usually very hard. If that doesn't work, hitting it a second time will hopefully bring the desired results. And so on. He is getting better at the fighting thing, however. He often replays the fights in his head, remembering each little detail from each fight, and using these memories as a sort of instructional video. Complications: Dammit Jim, I'm a Doctor!: Greg began as a doctor, and he won't let something like a fight distract him from that. If there's a choice between fighting a villain, and treating the wounded, he'll usually go with the latter. Paraplegic: Greg has in a car wreck several years ago, and has lost the ability to walk under his own power. His wheelchair helps him get around, but there's still a lot he can't do. Ego: Greg is rather smart, and he knows it. He often lets this little fact set himself above even his colleagues. The word 'insufferable' has been thrown around more than once in reference to him. Abilities: 0 + 2 + 0 + 10 + 4 + 0 = 16PP Strength: 10/34 (+0/+12) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 10/34 (+0/+12) Intelligence: 20 (+5) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 8 + 16 = 24PP Initiative: +5 Attack: +4 base, +8 melee, -1 size Grapple: +28 Defense: +7 (+8 Base, -1 size), +4 Flat-Footed Knockback: -15 Saving Throws: 0 + 6 + 5 = 11PP Toughness: +12 (+12 Con, +0 [Other]) Fortitude: +12 (+12 Con, +0) Reflex: +7 (+1 Dex, +6) Will: +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 52R = 13PP Craft(Chemical)4 (+9) Craft(Electronic)4 (+9) Craft(Mechanical)4 (+9) Knowledge(Life Sciences)10 (+15) Knowledge(Physical Sciences)10 (+15) Knowledge(Technology)4 (+9) Language 2 (English[Native], Latin, Spanish) Medicine 10 (+12) Notice 4 (+6) Feats: 11PP Attack Focus(melee) 4 Eidetic Memory Improved Grab Improved Grapple Improved Initiative Improved Pin Interpose Inventor Powers: 20 + 16 + 12 + 5 + 10 + 2 + 3 + 11 = 79PP Enhanced Constitustion 20 [20pp] Enhanced Strength 16 [16pp] Growth 4(+8 Str, +4 Con, +1 size, Flaws: permanent) [12pp] Imunity 5(disease, poison, sleep, suffocation) [5pp] Impervious Toughness 10 [10pp] Leaping 2(Running Jump: 110ft, Standing long jump: 55 ft, high jump: 27 feet) [2pp] Speed 3(50 mph) [3pp] Super-Strength 4(Power Feats:Groundstrike, Shockwave, Tunderclap) [11pp] Effective Lifting Strength 59 (Light: 15 tons, Medium: 30 tons, Heavy: 44.8 tons, Maximum: 89.6 tons, Push/Drag: 224 tons) Drawbacks: (-4) = -4PP Normal Identity(Must take drug to transform as a full round action, Frequency:Common, Intensity:Major) [-4pp] DC Block: ATTACK   RANGE   SAVE            EFFECT Unarmed   Touch   DC27 Toughness (Staged)   Damage (Physical) Abilities (16) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (13) + Feats (11) + Powers (79) - Drawbacks (4) = 150/154 Power Points