Brown Dynamite

Omen grunted in acknowledgement of Errant's statement. The normally conversative fellow was doing his best to keep his full attention on the target they were tailing. His mind was calling out telling him to leap out the moment the guy was alone and just get to some persuasive questioning so to speak. But when a guy's within arm's reach of passerbyers it wouldn't be apt to risk the civilians when they weren't initially in any danger. Sure he had enough faith in himself to try something risky, and perhaps he'd sneak up on the guy without a hitch never seen nine times out of ten. But striving for perfection meant not settling for a mere ninety percent chance of success. Especially with so much unpredictability. So playing it safe was without a doubt the choice to go with.

"As fun as causing an international incident would be. And I'm sure you'd look lovely on the inevitable war propaganda posters. It shouldn't be too difficult to keep somewhat of a low profile inside an undersea base. And if not, always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Though push comes to shove, I'm sure Mr. Powers and his boys would love to play peacemaker easy to put a spin on it. After all, no one wants to be known as the country hosting Overthrow." Omen crossed his arms before sending a sheepish smile in the director's direction. There were some benefits to the current situation. He was slightly more concerned with how they were going to get to the base itself.

While I am a fan of SC's philosophy of making the story fit the character. I'm actually a bit different in that there's a certain appeal to a character being in a story out of his/her element. Sort of like how Batgirl II was basically a wuxia character in an otherwise Noir world. Even Superman takes a break and stops purse snatchers. Like others I'm also a fan of including more stories outside of Freedom City. Be it other countries, dimensions, planets, timelines, underwater, secret sewer societies, etc. Of course the majority of stories should take place within the city itself.

As for plot ideas. I have issues in which I have a dozen ideas a minute. Stuff like villains trying to manufacture powers ala specialized strains of Zoom. Maybe the mobs start forming sinister six esque squads of specialists to deal with cowls. Maybe a rescue mission spurred by a distress call from The Terminus. Or Perhaps the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign's amassed a large enough collection of artifacts that they're willing to attempt taking over Atlantis or another country for control of their relics. The list goes on and on, and I love the very idea of the dialogue this thread tries to accomplish.

'Course it may be because I tend to enjoy the idea of those old 1001 plot hook threads the think tank has.

The armed robbers immediately split off into separate cells. Moving with a purpose destinations already in mind. One trio headed upstairs whilst the others took to the vault. Leaving behind a lone gunman to guard the hostages. It was an organized assault no doubt requiring hours of practice and memorization of the bank's layout to pull it off without issue. How they got such access would need looking into.

As long as the other hostages weren't in immediate danger, Erick was hesitant to make any moves against the remaining gunman. The time would have to be used to think up some sort of plan of action seeing as he wasn't exactly wearing a costume at the moment. So, openly charging for them and tossing in a few cheesy one liners is probably out of the question. Unless I want to be Julie Streeter's latest editorial. I'm sure that could only end well. Lights, camera, accusations! Just who is star former gymnast Erick Sloane?

Ending the awkward silence that the fear of death wrought to the hostages one would let out a booming cough. Apparently he had some sort of bug it was the season for it. The source, an elderly looking gentleman looking no worse for the wear. Normally an act that would go without notice the lone gunman instead had a queer response to the whole affair. Flinching before aiming his rifle at the sickly old man. "Who are you calling out to?! The police? AEGIS? Huh!"

It was amazing how a member of a seemingly organized strikeforce was so jumpy. Adding a whole new air of unpredictability to the heist. An element that no one wanted if things were to go smoothly without anyone getting hurt. Sprawling to his feet Erick would try and get in the middle of the unstable confrontation. "Whoa there. He's just coughing calm down he doesn't want to cause."

"Shut up pretty boy." A quick swing to complete a buttstroke to the side of Erick's jaw made him reel as he was planted onto the grown. Or to be more precise he sold the blow well enough not to raise any questions as he crumpled backwards. "I hear you pipe in again and your looks may not make it to an open casket. Urgh! Alright that's enough everyone hug a wall."

Yeah, he's going to pay for that later. The lobby calmed down some as everyone was redirected to sit lined up against a wall.

Truthfully, Omen didn't blink twice once the agents were sent on their way to prepare for a secret op to India. The group was a bit too old for caretakers and it wasn't as if they were directly under Powers chain of command to begin with. They were at least conversationalists something that did wonders for AEGIS image despite the harm that top secret bathroom stall elevators undoubtedly did. Not that Erick was a prude he just felt entrances to underground bunkers should maintain a healthy distance from the path of

Director Powers certainly had an authoritative air to him. Leaving little doubt into how he got in the position he did. The eyepatch certainly helps sell the gruff I'm in charge now shut up and listen look. If superheroics or my business prospects don't pan out a career in international man of mystery might work. Of course he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to pipe in a joke or two when dealing with such a stern figure.

"Eh, I know I don't speak for everyone. But after we stop the podonok I'm not planning on sticking around for any after action reviews. Although if there's a gift shop where we could get some Te-Gra-Ha shirts made that'd be kosher too. Maybe a commemorative pen."

Settling into a more serious expression he would cross his arms before continuing. "Jokes aside, I'm game for working alongside your organization as long as the long red tape of bureaucracy doesn't get in the way of results. Glad to stick it to these guys any time."

Omen nodded not having much of a dilemma as far as next steps went. In his case it was more indicative of self-confidence than any foundation built from experience. "Well it's not exactly a multiple choice test. I think everyone approaches things differently. Sure we could raise a commotion charge headfirst and try and get some answers now. But why waste effort on poor form? So, shadowing him for a bit of the wait and see is how I would go at it. Besides we're after big fish don't want to capsize the boat before we get out to sea."

Omen kept his eye on the nondescript man. Not exactly the sort that would be easy to pick out of a line up. So losing him in the crowd would be a no no. Aside from wanting to commend Horatio's hiring practices, tailing a guy who looked like he needed a support group to get through the day wasn't going to be a high point of the night.

I was torn when thinking up the wording for the reason, and will not admit to having an. Saw it as being something placed upon her since birth, sort of a limiter from Zeus. Paranoid gods being gods and all. It was supposed to be a thematic the sea always being a part of her as well. Had worked out a pseudo scientific explanation of she conducts electricity far more readily than others with an electron set up akin to water itself than others but since she's still organic it doesn't make her a lightning rod just a target. Obviously the science is baloney outside of comic book science. Still torn on the mystical explanation or the pseudo science one so I sort of left it in the air.

"Heh, alright remind me to call you next time I lose my car keys." Omen crossed his arms as a direction was pointed out. "Oh? Special delivery and it's not even my birthday. We should thank him personally when we get the chance." His eyes were peeled open to try and get a good look for a man matching the description Errant laid out for him. Sliding back into a more rigid position his demeanor became slightly more rigid for a moment before relaxing once more. Shifting into his game face so when it was time to move he would be ready to leap forth at a moment's notice.

Definitely doing a quick change up to that ending then.

Day of Wrath

Southside, Freedom City

One week ago, Jerry Moretti was supposed to be the star witness for the district attorney’s office in a series of murders perpetuated by Big Al’s boys. The city was willing to offer him a plea bargain reducing him to time served in an upcoming trial for vehicular manslaughter, and in exchange he was supposed to give up information on a number of the mafia’s current operations and really put a damper on business. Unfortunately, The Hitter got to him first. Not in the way one would expect mind you, he was simply reminded of how favorable it would be to keep to the omerta. More importantly how unfavorable it would be to his personal welfare. This left the City stuck with an uncooperative witness that now had to be transferred to Blackstone, as anywhere else would inevitably lead to him being broken out by his friends.

Foreshadow had it on good authority, otherwise known as the wonder that was precognition, that the armored prison transfer van would come under fire. The officers would be overwhelmed lives would be lost and Moretti would escape. All in all not a good day to be in law enforcement. Erick was genuinely surprised when Foreshadow asked him to prevent the tragedy. To say that David Sloane kept people at an arm’s length would be an understatement; as such teamwork was not a concept that got passed around often in the Sloane House. Nor was Foreshadow usually a fan of the public stuff. It took quite a bit of convincing and a whole lot of Foreshadow doing that thing with his eyes that let people know it was time to back down. Commissioner Kane was by no means a pushover. Not to mention the Star Squad loved having an opportunity to prove itself. Luckily, Foreshadow had earned the city’s trust with his one man war in the Southside.

Funny thing about trust it was a lot easier to lose than earn. In a stroke of a single morning the city had begun to lose the years of faith it had accrued in its heroes. Reports cropped up all over about heroes going on wild vigilante killing sprees with wanton regard for those who got caught in the crossfire. It amounted in the duo having to allow two members of the Star Squad to ride along as backup.

Waiting by the station for the van to double back so the officers could switch off with them Omen would chuckle before breaking the ice with a joke. “Welp let’s go change the future. Or present, which you saw in the past. Has anyone ever told you your real superpower is verb tense murder?â€

“And yours the murder of the English language. Now quiet we have work to do.†Foreshadow responded gruffly without so much as turning in acknowledgement towards Omen. As effective as a methodical approach to crime fighting had served Foreshadow, it just wasn't how Erick would ever want to approach it. Not that a difference in opinion could explain how odd it felt to Omen that he would be dismissed so quickly on a matter that wouldn't normally concern Foreshadow so much when it was just the two of them. While it wasn't expected to be a relaxing family outing full of casual back and forth, it was still out of place even for David. In fact Foreshadow hadn't been acting like himself as of late.

“Geez, someone’s got a stick shoved somewhere.†No response. The actual handover was quite uneventful. Foreshadow would sit in the back with a Star Squad Officer and Moretti. Of course Foreshadow was right about the attempted prisoner hijacking. This is where everything fell apart. Two vans would drive up and begin alternating fire towards the transport van sending a chorus of screams as worried bystanders looked on. As Driogano’s men fired Foreshadow suddenly swung the backdoor open. â€Not to pry, but what the $@&& are you doing?â€

“Why are we always protecting unrepentant garbage like this? If we truly want to change the future then we should start by sending a message. Freedom City is not a playground for the wicked any longer.†In one swift move Foreshadow snapped Moretti’s neck uncuffed him before tossed him out of the back. The officer in the back moved to stop David only to be greeted by an elbow to the side of his helmet. Omen’s mouth gaped open in shock as Moretti’s body went barreling out of the vehicle. His mind couldn't process what just occur and it was only by sheer luck that he avoided crashing into any oncoming traffic while dealing with the shock. Unfortunately the day wasn't getting any kinder as David would go on to exclaim. “Anyone who opposes progress is just as much a part of the problem.†In a truly horrifying turn of events he would also kick the officer out of the van. Not caring if the force of which killed the innocent officer. In fact David would go on to grab the man’s assault carbine and begin firing a calculated burst towards one of the two pursuing vehicles’ tires causing it to rollover and barrel into a nearby crowd just adding onto his tally.

A hail of gunfire ringing throughout the streets as the remaining members rescue party had make the conscious decision to become a hit squad. At this point Omen had enough of what he had seen. Yelling towards the officer in the passenger’s seat whom was now intent on pulling his service weapon out on one of the masked vigilantes,†take the wheel, I’ll deal with him.†Sending a series of wayward elbows fueled by a strange mixture of rage and sorrow Omen would send the vehicle bodyguard divider flying behind him and out of the vehicle. A result he hadn't actually expected to occur as it should have been nigh impossible for his physical strength. Apparently someone had tampered with it ahead of time for a sabotaging for an easy release, and considering how quickly Foreshadow hit the prone position he didn't have to wonder who. Nodding towards the remaining officer he would quickly roll out of his seat and sprawl for the back as the Star Squad officer did not miss a beat in taking his place the vehicle swerving a bit as the exchange occurred.

“Oh you found my present just in case I ended up sitting in the front. You should be careful, someone could have been hurt.†Foreshadow chuckled as he picked himself up, dusting his costume off nonchalantly as they continued to be fired upon. Omen growled not in a quipping mood as he threw a punch that might as well have been telegraphed as Foreshadow casually leaned back to avoid it. A series of jabs would find itself just as ineffective only for David to take advantage and find an opening to kick his adopted son in the stomach. Erick clutched his gut as he leaned forward gasping for air “Come on now, everything you've learned I've perfected. At least bring your A-game to the party. “ Not that he would be given the opportunity to step up to the task as Foreshadow clapped both his hands against his student’s ears to disorient him further before tying him up in a chin and collar lock and transitioning into a judo throw which would send Omen flying out of the car.

His life was saved by crashing into the windshield of the remaining mob van. This is not ideal. Two, maybe three ribs. Omen thought to himself wincing in pain as he remained sprawled against the windshield of the car he had collided with welcomed only by the sounds of various Italian swears and wild swerve into a parked car the driver being knocked out in the ensuing chaos. Alright, Sloane the judges haven’t added up that final tally yet. I still have enough kick left to floor it. A poor choice of words as the tires of the transport van screeching echoed throughout the street. David had not wasted a moment in killing the second officer and taking control of the vehicle. Performing a rapid U-turn as he insisted on finishing what he began. “And I thought I was persistent.†With the driver out of commission a battle of bumper cars was out of the question, before a collision could occur Omen fired a swing line to get himself out of harm’s way.

Propelling himself into a nearby building just didn't have its usual luster when his entire body was screaming out in pain. Watching David crash into the remaining mob van and practically ensure their deaths as well only made him feel some self-loathing as he failed to do anything to protect them. Guilt was a luxury that he didn't have time to drown in. Limping into a nearby alleyway Omen was glad that people were quick to take a hint and crowds dispersed in fear of being caused in the crossfire.

Abandoning the transport van Foreshadow would chase after him in full pursuit certainly not moving as if he was a man whom had just caused a high-speed vehicle collision. Of course that could be the adrenaline pushing him forward. Erick knew he was in no condition for anything more than a last stand. His mobility was nonexistent, and getting the drop on a precog was easier said than done. A downhill battle this was not. “Come on now you didn't think I was going to let you go. You could save us some time and bite the curb if you’d like? Or I can beat you like before you’re a big fish wading in the shark pool now. So much wasted potential we could have made a difference together. Now your death will just have to serve as a deterrent.â€

“Aw options I didn't know you still cared.â€

“What can I say I’m sentimental.†Omen wasn't going to win in a straight on confrontation not in his condition. It’s a good thing he had no intention to fight fair sending a flash-bang flying at Foreshadow before he could turn his head away to disorient him. In a move that no doubt would be considered ill-advised upon his next doctor’s visit, otherwise known as Alaina performing garage surgery in the penthouse, Omen would somersault forward using the momentum to mule kick Foreshadow in the back of the head. Yet even with that David would remain standing and even turn his body to try and send a spinning back fist towards Erick’s face Luckily, Erick hadn't given himself a moment to breathe and in the exact same moment that he was hit in the jaw would lunge his stun gun into David’s side sending a high voltage torrent of electricity throughout his mentor’s body. A wail that could almost be described as demonic in nature would echo throughout the alleyway followed by a mechanical whirring noise. Foreshadow slumped forward helplessly into Omen's shoulder. His body twitching with the occasional spark flying about. An unnatural amount of smoke bellowing forth from his torso, as opposed the natural amount of no smoke. With a loud thwack, Omen would slam an escrima stick into his father’s temple tearing into the side of his head confirming he wasn't exactly dealing with flesh and blood.

“Okay...that's going to need some answers.

Kk

Wanton destruction in populated areas, the guy sounded like a real peach. Having been corrected in the assertion that Errant had gone off the reservation, one based off the fact that Foreshadow's powers tended to take the man's mental faculties. Omen felt a bit of relief before slightly getting lost in his thoughts. Not saying a word as Omen felt a strange sensation against his mind, he would instead rely on the tried and true notion of quipping to oneself as he waited on Errant's searching methods. Hm my internal monologuing has a front row audience now. Note to self get better ad space for the next show.

Foreshadow being available would certainly give me an idea for a vignette for Omen. Trying to stop him as he attempts to go after mob fodder on his way to Big Al. Thereby making family dinner night awkward. If I get Ref approval and all.

Anyways rolls, Bluff of 16, and Sense Motive of 24

Omen suspected that being upbeat wasn't exactly Errant's thing. Then again who would want to be wired into the thoughts of all his teenage classmates. That just sounds like a recipe for an aspirin party. "Movement across rooftops is my bread and butter. Just don't try and overreach."

Waving his hands in front of Errant's face Omen would begin to quip. "Earth to Errant. You picking up something crossed signals or however it works." As Errant went off on his tangent, Omen was slightly taken aback. But he figured it came with the package.

January 3rd, 2013, 1.12 P.M. Eastern Seaboard Bank Building

There were just some institutions that would always inevitably survive the test of time. No amount of technological advancements in e-mails, online banking, or telecommunications would stop the need for the occassional need for a face to face discussion at one's bank. A situation in which Erick Sloane now found himself as he waited behind a long line rehearsing a game of snake between velvet ropes to address some questionable charges to his debit card.

The alternative was of course another fourty five minute argument with the bank representative on the phone trying to explain he had absolutely no need for twenty thousand rubber ducks. An option that a university student who lost enough hours of sleep fighting crime did not even want to consider. The fact that the loudest thing in the building was one of the clocks hanging overhead just went on to show that the day would be one of endless routine. Or as the addage went it was time to hurry up and wait.

Of course Erick wasn't so lucky that the one day he went to a bank in person wouldn't be anything but routine. It wasn't long before a group of seven armed thugs burst on the scene. Each wearing sleek full body metallic hardsuits hiding any and all visible features and armed to the teeth with what appeared to be high grade weaponry. One of which the bank patrons got a first hand sight as the first robber to step through the door began firing from his rifle a series of laser shots towards the roof screaming, "This is a stickup! Everyone down on the ground" E-Sea wasn't known for it's preventitive security measures, it was their hundred percent success rate in recouping their losses that secured return patronage. A fact that was of little comfort for someone looking to get in and out before resting back at his penthouse. Like a costumed vigilante now eternally held up in line.

It's settled. I'm stuck with with the ducks. Maybe I'll start a little rubber duck farm, and the local kids will all cry out there goes crazy duck man. Seriously Lainey's handling my banking from now on. Erick lamented as people all around began cowering while screaming for dear life. Bystanders visibly scurrying off from the outside. Rolling his eyes Erick would drop to the ground with the intention of not standing out as the bank robbery began.

Omen didn't think the matter needed that much dissecting over. Of course he also had no plans of sticking around AEGIS headquarters after the job was done. Deputitizing was just a way for the paperwork warriors to get a chance to shine and look accountable if things went right...or wrong. Splitting hairs on the red tape wasn't going to get anywhere. "Might want to shorten that to TGH, rolls of the tongue without sounding like a moustachio'd villain by the train tracks. Does sort of sound like a steroid so there's that." Speaking of phone calls, Erick would have to note to keep track of AEGIS after the stunt they pulled earlier with the texting. Being compromised is much less a luxury when bullets don't bounce off you.

Chukling at the repartee it wasn't as if he had much to connect with as far as the actual powers went. "Well mr. touched, don't get overzealous. No need to miss class from being out all night. Tell ya what if you don't mind the company, I can help you out with your weapons dealer issue. We just have to put boots to the ground and 'question' the right people." An outing hunting for gun runners did sound a tad more entertaining than sight-seeing at the moment. That and a splash of violence always did the body a little good.

Glamazon

Power Level: 15/12 (216/231PP)

(PL 15 with the Trident, PL 12 without it)
Trade-Offs: None
Unspent Power Points: 15

In Brief: Atlantean Demigoddess 

Alternate Identity: Princess Thalassa 'Thaelia' of the House of Atlan
Identity: Public
Birthplace: Atlantis
Occupation: Atlantean Ambassador
Affiliations: Atlantean Royal Family, The Olympians, Next Gen II (Former Member)

Family: Poseidon (Father), Theseus (Uncle), Nereid (Cousin)

 

Description:
Age: 23 (DoB: January 03, 1997)
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Atlantean
Height: 6'0
Weight: 160 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black

 

Thaelia is a muscular young woman with raven black hair and soft blue eyes that always give the feeling of an ocean's view.  Her skin is slightly olive in complexion.  The Glamazon's forma battle attire is old decorated Atlantean battle armor and mesh-wear.  Runes and gems are strewn all about, with the cloth just loose enough to adjust to all manners of aerodynamic friction underwater.  The attire doesn't offer the girl any added protection that her flesh doesn't already give but Thaelia simply likes how it appears.

 

History:

When Thaelia was born she was brought to the Atlantean royal palace by none other than Poseidon himself. Poseidon informed Theseus that he was to watch over his daughter, Thaelia, and that she was the King's blood as well.  Her mother, the younger sister to Theseus, Despina.  Apparently Despina had been killed by surface dwellers, and the Greco-Roman Sea God whom she spent her last moments with had used the last of his summoned power before returning to Olympus to transport the child and send the Atlantean Royal home . However Atlanteans have been known for, if nothing else, their ability to adapt and the king rolled with the punches raising her as a member of his own family. Formally declaring her as his niece and princess of Atlantis far as actual status was concerned.

 

Growing up Thaelia was always known as a bit of a troublemaker, her recklessness leading to multiple incidents. Including one event in which ended with a pillar crashing through a public library. Hoping to instill a sense of discipline into the girl, Theseus had military officers teach her how to wield a blade running combat drills every day. Not that it prevented her from running wild, just skewed her focus to picking fights with barbarians. Occasionally needing to be rescued from overestimating herself. An experience she much preferred to culture and diplomacy lessons.

 

When Thaelia came to sixteen years of age, Theseus invited her to accompany to a ball being held in Freedom City. They would be acting as emissaries for Atlantis rubbing elbows with local politicians and strengthen the sometimes tenuous relationship sea had with the surface. At least that was the plan. But, even being accompanied by her land-faring cousin and custom tailored cocktail dress would not add to the lack of comfort levels at the social function.

 

As curious as she was to see the surface world that Nereid often spoke of, Thaelia had never been one for formal events. Sneaking out during the ball she was able to catch sight of a driver falling asleep behind the wheel of a 16 wheeler and losing control heading straight towards a scared little girl in the center of the road. Before the thoughts could even form in her head, Thaelia simply reacted leaping forward directly in front of the girl and stopping the truck head on. Her heels dug into the road, dress collecting more dirt than it had ever seen in its life, and the smell of rubber filled the air. Of course the only thing that mattered to Thaelia was that the girl was alright at the end. The next day the event became a spectacle. One which was deemed a media hit as the press dubbed the youth 'The Glamazon', a name that she wasn't too fond of. Images of Thaelia stopping the truck in a cocktail dress and heels flooding papers and news stations.

 

Theseus simply found the event amusing noting that she should probably wear more practical footwear on any other outings. The family chose not to publicly comment on the matter. The king did take it upon himself make arrangements for Thaelia much like he once did with his own daughter to attend Claremont and learn to better use her ever growing abilities under their direct supervision. Much to the girl's delight.

 

Life After Claremont

 

Upon Graduating from Claremont, after being sidetracked by a kidnapping, princess Thaelia petitioned both her family and the Atlantean senate to allow her to act as Atlantis ambassador to the surface.  Though Atlantis relations with the surface remained tumultous, especially with frequent conflicts with foreign navies while Thaelia studied abroad, they eventually relented on a trial basis.  Whilst waiting for the Atlantean Embassy to be built in Freedom City, Thaelia spent a few months living in Freedom League Special Circumstances Housing. 

 

Personality & Motivation:

Thaelia's extremely compassionate willing to fight for anyone in need with little to no regard for her personal safety.  Wearing her heart on her sleeves, the Atlantean princess' emotions are always an open book to those willing to read.  While her Atlantean leanings would suggest the worship of various sea gods, Thaelia is actually solely a Hellenist.  Even giving piety to the gods after defeating particularly dangerous foes. 

 

Thaelia is short on impulse control, she finds herself often acting without thinking.  She's never been lacking in hubris or overconfidence. Furthermore coming from a warrior culture Thaelia loves the thrill of battle.  Priding herself on the opportunity to overcome any opponent in combat.  She can't, however, stand for cruelty.  Villains who choose to torture their victims rather than kill them quickly earn her deepest ire for such a grave injustice.

 

Thaelia lives by a code of honor that would set her right at home with a Homeric Hero.  Believing a hero's duty was to fight for those in need, and that the only way of gaining glory and immortality is through committing heroic acts on the battlefield.  In her case leaving some truth to the mythology as a demigoddess.  Living up to her honorable ideals is the top priority for Thaelia.  This pursuit of honor is placed with a value even above her own life, refusing to retreat when in overwhelming danger.  
 

 

Powers & Tactics:

Thaelia traditionally relies on a mix of pankration with modern boxing and grappling techniques on the surface.  Underwater her fighting style is akin to a graceful cruise ship missile, swimming around and charging into her foes with absolute ease.  Those who underestimate her are quickly made aware of her superhuman strength.  Thaelia is strong enough to lift an ocean liner with minimal effort.  When sufficiently pushed she'll prove herself her father's scion and use her strength to create miniature earthquakes to knock her opponents off their feet a tactic that allows her allies to take advantage of their foes loss of footing.
 

As dangerous as she is in the land, Thaelia is at her most natural in the sea. Her movements more refined, faster even.  That's if her opponents can injure her in the first place, as even for an Atlantean royal Thaelia is particularly strong and durable.  Lacking her grandfather's affiliation with turning into a liquid form she's had to train her body to directly trade blows with all manners of foes.

 

Thaelia is armed with Undertow, a sentient trident created out of a foul miasma and tempered by her ichor.  The trident allows her to make manifest the godly power her mortal half could not call upon otherwise.  With Undertow, Thaelia can walk on water, call upon the ocean water to heal her from physical harm, or even.  The trident increases her strength and durability to the point that most conventional weaponry cannot even scratch her unless the blow is directly aimed to her solar plexus.  Whilst holding Undertow Thaelia's ability to move through the sea is even faster, almost as if the trident was pulling her forward.  Undertow can also glow as

 

In Atlantean writing the trident's handle bears the inscription.  "Should one be worthy to wade through the Undertow, he shall bear the weight of the POWER  POSEIDON." 

 

Complications:

Undertow:  Thaelia's prized trident is a sentient, telepathic being granting her access to both of its vast knowledge and her godly gifts.  But, it is also in part a malevonent entity. The miasma that gives it life is entertained by bringing stryfe to its bearer.  GM's are encouraged to play the trident up in a way that is actively antagonistic to her.  
Competitive:  Thaelia strives to win any contest she is in, regardless of the nature of the contest.  Her honor forbids her from turning down a challenge. Even if doing so would be in her best interest

Diplomatic Responsibility: Thaelia isn't free to act as she pleases, her actions can be considered a reflection on Atlantis to the public. At all times her role as an ambassador should be in the back of her mind.  And if it's not it certainly will be for those that would wish to take advantage of this fact.

Family Issues: Taking aside her earthly relationships, her family on Mount Olympus is a potential source of a great deal of strife. One thing that holds true to the myths the Greek Gods are not the most stable family. 

Ichor of the Gods:  Divinity is in the blood.  Literally.  Thaelia's blood glows a golden color (although it is still mostly red).  Which could make for easy tracking of her once injured.  In the case of blood transfusion her blood is poisonous to humans and could theoretically be weaponized by a non magical villain.  The magical properties of her blood also are enticing for a villain who knows of her parentage and want to make use of her as an ingredient for some dark arcane art.

Truth Teller:  Thaelia isn't just a bad liar.  She's a disastrous one.  The GM is encouraged to make any attempt at deception with Thaelia involved end up with disastrous results.

 

 

ABILITIES: 24 + 2 + 24 + 4 + 2 + 0 = 56PP
Strength: 40/34 (+15/+12), effective lifting STR 115/79
Dexterity: 12 (+1)
Constitution: 40/34 (+15/+12)
Intelligence: 14 (+2)
Wisdom: 12 (+1)
Charisma: 10 (+0)

 

COMBAT: 24 + 10 = 34PP
Initiative: +1
Attack: +15+/12
Grapple: +45/+33 (+15/+12 Base Attack, +15/+12 Strength, +15/+9 Super-Strength)
Defense: +15/+12 (+8/+5, +7 Dodge Focus), +5/+4 Flat-Footed
Knockback: -15, -7 vs. Blessed/Celestial/Holy, Chi/Ki, Demonic/Hellfire/Infernal, Divine, or Magic; -6 without Trident

 

SAVING THROWS: 0 + 0 + 9 = 9PP
Toughness: +15/+12 (+15/12 Con, Impervious 15 [Not vs. Blessed/Celestial/Holy, Chi/Ki, Demonic/Hellfire/Infernal, Divine, or Magic])
Fortitude: +15/+12 (+15/+12 Con, +0)
Reflex: +1 (+1 Dex, +0)
Will: +10 (+1 Wis, 9)

 

SKILLS: 44R = 11PP
Diplomacy 7 (+7)
Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 13 (+15)
Knowledge (Theology & Philosophy) 8 (+10)
Language 4 (Atlantean [Native], English, Greek, Latin, Lemurian)
Perform (Singing) 5 (+5)
Ride 4 (+5)

Swim 3 (+18)

 

FEATS: 20PP
Accurate Attack

All-Out Attack
Benefit (Status 2 [Atlantean Royal, Olympian Demigoddess])

Chokehold
Dodge Focus 7
Environmental Adaptation (Aquatic)
Favored Environment (Underwater)
Interpose
Instant Up
Power Attack
Ritualist
Stunning Attack

Takedown Attack

 

Enhanced Feats

Quick Change (from Trident)

 

Veteran Reward

Equipment 5

HQ: The Aquarium [25EP]

Location: Bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, in the Miwlaukee Deep
Appearance/Details: 
Size: Huge Sized [3EP]; Toughness: +20 [3EP];
Features: Animal Pens, Combat Simulator, Communications, Computer, Concealed 2 (DC+15), Defense System, Dock, Fire Prevention System, Gym, Holding Cells, Infirmary, Isolated, Library, Living Space, Pool, Power System, Security System x2 (DC 25) [19EP]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

POWERS: 37 + 51 + 3 = 91PP

 

Atlantean Physiology  ( 36PP Container; Feat: Innate ) [37PP]

 

Device 16 ( 80PP Container; Feat: Indestructible, Restricted 2 [Only the Worthy may Lift; Worthiness is defined by embodying the Homeric heroic code]; Flaw: Easy-to-Lose) [51PP]

All Effects have the Divine Descriptor

Immunity 3 ( Aging, Disease, Poison ) [3PP] (Ambrosia)
 

DRAWBACKS: -1-2-2 = -5PP

Vulnerable (Desiccation Effects; Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Minor) [-1]

Vulnerable (Fire/Heat; Frequency: Common, Intensity: Minor) [-2]
Vulnerable (Electricity; Frequency: Common, Intensity: Minor) [-2]

 

 

DC Block

ATTACK	RANGE	DC	EFFECT
Unarmed	Touch	DC30/27 Toughness	Damage (Physical)
Groundstrike	150’/120' Explosion	DC25/22 Reflex	Trip
Shockwave	150’/120' Cone	DC25/22 Reflex DC30/27 Toughness	Damage (Air)
Stunning Attack	Touch	DC 25/22 Fortitude	Stun
Thunderclap	75’ Burst	DC25/22 Reflex	Dazzle (Deafened)
Undertow’s Prongs	Touch +5’	DC30 Toughness	Damage (Piercing)

 

 

TOTALS

Abilities (56) + Combat (34) + Saving Throws (9) + Skills (11) + Feats (20) + Powers (91) - Drawbacks (5) = 216/231 Power Point

 

"Claremont huh. I always wondered what passed for homework there. Regular classes are obvious, but the more err individualized ones you'd figure has to be something special." Omen would walk forward to the edge of the roof leaning off of it keeping himself firmly in place with a single foot on the ground to examine the ground level. Whether walking a tightrope, performing on the edge at a Cirque performance, or leaning forward on one foot of the edge of a very tall building the basics all led back to hours of basics on the pommel horse. Or the balance beam all things being equal. "Not surprising, can't expect them to change to a softer hand over night. At least it's not the Fens."

Looking over the flashing lights below once more a smile managed to creep on his face. "It's not all bad though. You do this long enough and don't you know become some sort of hard-boiled loner who could fill a chapter in the DSM, and it does become a sight for sore eyes."

The casinos were within breathing distance of home, not that it didn't mean he needed to take better precautions in the future. Omen wasn't sure if the kid was nervous or simply shy but one of the two options came to mind as he watched body language of the guy slipping his hands in his pockets whilst speaking in a robotic tone. Of course he was open to the possibility of the guy just being cold. It was nighttime on a roof after all. "Ah pleased to meet you Errant. I'm Omen. People watching's always good I suppose. But the sight's not going to change anytime soon. Especially 'round here minus the odd drunk or cheater tossed out from Atlantis every now and then."

Omen tilted his head as the shuffling sounds of Errant's footsteps quickly getting his attention. Parsing his lips he managed to speak ending the silence. "Yo...this is new. Normally the roofs aren't public domain. But hey I suppose matter of probability and all." As Erick casually spoke he looked over the awestruck male. Not on edge in the slightest as Big Al's boys tended to dress more formally while sticking to sea level.

Omen

OVERTHROW in Freedom Hall (2)

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Deadly Deposits (Solo Thread-1)

So this is more than a bit late. Sorry, but was holiday season and all. Gonna place my October ones in here as well if it's not too late. Same thread after all.

Omen

OVERTHROW in Freedom Hall 03 IC Posts (October), 1 IC Posts (November)

I'm fine with inferring.

As Erick made his way onto a rooftop in preparation for his mode of travel of choice he began to consider the merits of purchasing an actual on the job vehicle once again. As much fun as moving rooftop to rooftop, his legs would like a bit of a break from time to time. Pulling himself forward he would crouch before scanning around he knew the quiet air was hiding yet another night of trouble. As long as Big Al's boys were running around his city, Erick had no qualms about bearing down on them. In fact, the cityscape gave him a sense of comfort as it always reminded him of why he wore a costume that blended into the night and scaled rooftops in the first place.