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  1. Hah, sorry. Already one over what I planned for, I'll keep you in mind in the future!
  2. Shofet

    Special Delivery

    Serena grimaced. Now the girl was looking at her, too. She told herself that she should just accept the signature and get on out of there, but it was pretty clear she had been caught. Sighing to herself, she looked over at the girl next to Cline. She could see the resemblance. She quirked her mouth to the side, and then finally relented. There was no avoiding. "I see you staring, and yes, it's me." "Try to avoid these kind of meetings," then she looked sympathetically back at Ms. Epstein. "Sorry, we know each other from... an old job."
  3. https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/12273-brain-drain-ic/?tab=comments#comment-286756 It's up! @EternalPhoenix @Tiffany Korta @Heritage @angrydurf
  4. CORONA FCU June 17, 2019. 3:00 PM Serena couldn’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable coming to the campus of Freedom City University. There was this inescapable sense of loss and missed opportunities. Perhaps, if her life had gone slightly differently, she could have studied here and gotten a proper education. Gotten a well-paying job. Now, instead, she was a high-school drop-out ex-con who lived paycheck to paycheck. But she was also a superhero, and that was why she was here. The university had been trying to keep it quiet, but there were now just enough cases that the media was paying attention. Someone was attacking kids and leaving them dimmer than they were before. The thought of someone doing that to her Mia made her sick to her stomach. She knew she had to put a stop to this, and thankfully, one of the staff seemed to be ready to cooperate. Professor Katie Xiu's office was decently sized, and yet still managed to seem cluttered. Books and papers sat stacked atop one another, while used food cartons and trays rested upon the table flanked by dozens of empty coffee cups. The professor herself was the exact opposite. Thin, composed, with a blue pantsuit and horn-rimmed glasses alongside blackhair in a bun so perfect Serena wondered if the lady was part machine. The only sign of any wear and tear on the woman, aside from her disaster of an office, were the deep bags under her eyes. “Thank you for coming,” said Xiu, taking a sip of coffee. Serena nodded. “Least I could do. So, what is it you need me to do?” Xiu wrinkled her nose. “Well, I'd like to wait first, see if anyone other heroes show up to help.” Serena shook her shoulders. “I think I can handle it." Xiu glowered. “Whatever is doing this only seems to attack individuals. You going off alone just means another individual for the special care staff to handle. Serena frowned. “Jeez, okay, sure. I can wait.”
  5. GM FCU June 10, 2019, 2am Maggie Rayburn was pulling a late night again. Internally, she chastised herself for leaving her paper to the last minute, but for some reason someone always seemed to be throwing a party on the nights she planned to work. Now, she had burned through her last extension and found herself staring at her laptop screen, trying to summon up the will to finish on time. She sighed, watching the cursor blink, and rubbed her temples. She could feel a headache brewing. Her eyes drifted down to the clock on her taskbar. 2am. Maybe a mocha would give her the energy she needed. She rolled her chair back from her desk and stood up. She looked down at her stained sweatpants, and wondered if she should change. Nah. She moved over to her desk and grabbed her wallet and keys, before cramming her feet in her high-tops and headed out the door. There had been talks of attacks at night around campus, but the parking lot wasn’t far and besides, Maggie had a can of mace so severe you could use it to blind a bear. Still, as she stepped out into the night air, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of fear run up her spine. She steeled herself, reminding herself that if she was scared now, Professor Xiu was infinitely scarier. She needed this coffee. She resolved to simply walk briskly, just in case. By the time she made it to the warm halogen glow of the parking lot, Maggie was sighing relief. She made her way to her car, laughing at herself for worrying at all. Yet as she went to slide her key into the car door, she felt a sudden pulse like frozen electricity through her body. She froze, her body unable to move except for the most minimal twitches and jerks as something gripped her from within her mind. She tried to scream, but her lungs and throat refused to cooperate. She could not so much as move her eyes, leaving her view locked onto her car door windshield, and the reflection of the figure that approved behind her. The distorted image was humanoid, a black shape with great white spheres for eyes. She could see it extending its hand out to her, and once more she tried to struggle, to move, to do anything. But she could not. She felt tears come unbidden to her eyes as the figure extended its hand, and laid its icy cold fingertips on her forehead. Somewhere in the bowels of her mind, Maggie could swore she heard something speak. “What a waste of a mind, Ms. Rayburn…” Then, there was another jolt through her, and Maggie felt everything go blurry. -- Zeb Simms sipped his coffee, feet up on the front security desk. Overnights paid well, but they were almost unbearably boring. If he wasn’t saving up for that new boat, he'd probably take a new shift entirely. Still, at the very least, it was usually pretty peaceful aside from the occasional too-young-to-drink-but-drunk-anyway college kid. His peace was disturbed, however, by a banging on the door. Zeb looked up from his coffee to see a pretty little blonde girl just going at it on the glass door. Her face was red, and it looked like she was crying. Immediately, Zeb mind raced to the worst and he immediately got up off his butt and rushed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open. He didn’t even have time to ask what was wrong before the girl threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around him, burying her face deep into his shirt and sobbing. Rather than try and stop her, Zeb simply let her hold him and cry it out. Finally, after an uncomfortable few minutes, the girl looked up at him, sniffling and snorting. “I-I can’ read what's on the door… I… I used bu' I can anymo'…” she moaned. Zeb blinked, then looked over at the door. In bright, friendly letters were the words “FCU Building C”. He looked down at the girl, confused for a moment. Then a horrible realization rolled over him like a wave. “Oh, no, honey,” he said softly. “Oh I am so sorry…” He pulled his radio free from his hip, and called in. “Yeah, uhm... I got a report… Uh… damn. We got another one.”
  6. Alright! Looks like we're good to go. I have also spoken to @EternalPhoenix who will also be joining us with Terrifica. Expect a post up tonight.
  7. There is something strange going on at FCU. Previously bright students have showed up suddenly barely able to tie their own shoes, and nobody knows why. The only clues are reports of strange nocturnal attacks. Panic is starting to spread among the students, and some grad students are simply refusing to show up for class! Clearly, some heroes are needed to find the cause of this dastardly brain drain and put a stop to it! I am looking for 2-3 heroes of any type willing to do some investigation and knock some heads together. I will be contributing my own PC Corona (link in my signature) to help.
  8. Shofet

    Special Delivery

    Serena smiled at the woman, before looking over at the listing on top of the boxes. "Roleplaying games. In Nomine," she said, mispronouncing it as "In Noh-myne", not really knowing Latin. She then produced her phone, swapping it from the picture of her holding Mia from when her daughter was still a baby, and pulling up the signature app she needed. "Can you just do me a favour and sign here so they know you received the order?" She handed over a stylus, smiling at the woman. Then, she heard the name Richard Cline. Instinctively, she looked in the direction, and she felt a pit in her stomach form. Not a lot of people active in the time she was were around anymore, so she normally didn't have to worry about running into them. But every time she did, an overwhelming sense of dread overtook her. Sure, she was reformed. But it didn't make things any easier. She felt her throat go a little dry. Come on, Serena, she thought. It's been 25 years and you were a teenager. He's not gonna recognize you. You didn't even interact directly. Just don't make eye contact. Crap. You made eye contact. She stopped, and then looked back at Lynn. She didn't even know if the woman had signed anything. "So," she said, suddenly paler. "Nice place."
  9. Shofet

    Special Delivery

    The West End Silberman's Books June 14, 6:00 PM …For a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself Phew, for a minute there I lost myself, I lost myself The smooth sound of Thom Yorke’s voice filtered through Serena’s car speakers as she pulled up onto Pratt, looking for Silberman’s Books. As she spotted the store-front, she sighed to herself in relief. This was her last delivery of the day, and she was looking forward to the chance to finally relax after this. Normally, she engaged in superheroics after work, but today had been a bit of a mess and thus all she wanted to do was get in the shower and sleep like the dead. They sell coffee here, she thought to herself. Maybe I should pick one up. Pulling to a stop next to the store, Serena compulsively double-checked to make sure there wasn’t “no parking” sign to saddle her with a ticket she couldn’t afford. That’d really mess up her week. Safe. She disconnected her phone from the blue-tooth, and stuffed it into her front-right pocket before twisting the keys and yanking them out of the ignition, then headed to the back. The first thing she grabbed was her collapsible dolley, kicking it down to its full size before she loaded the three boxes down onto it. The delivery was a bunch of copies of some weirdo French, In My Name or And Numina or something. Not really her wheelhouse. Her ex, Pete, was into that stuff but he was never really able to get her into it like he was. The moment the math started, she was off into her own little world. Slamming her trunk shut, she locked the car - three times just to be safe - and began wheeling the dolley up the very convenient wheel-chair ramp and into the store. She looked around, seeing the magic posters, and whistled to herself. She used to spend more time in bookstores, back when Mia was younger, but these days she never had time to read. She kind of missed it. Used to be she’d never miss a Stephen King, but these days she wasn’t even caught up on the movies. She headed toward the front, wanting to get things done quickly. She was dressed in a baby blue blouse with the sleeves rolled up, showing off her colourful Bosnian flag wrapped around her right forearm and the cut-off depiction of a fanciful battle on her left. Her jeans had a tear in the right knee, but this wasn’t a fashion statement so much as a reflection of the fact that she needed to make every pair of pants last as long as possible, while her worn Docs had seen better days. She had made the decision to mostly eschew make-up today, wearing only some winged eyeliner, while her hair was tied up in a messy bun. “Hey, I got a delivery for a… Lynn Epstein?” She said, her voice a rough contralto.
  10. Alright, I have edited my skills to reflect the effect of Attractive.
  11. Alright, I've made some alterations to comply with what you've asked for. Added in a more detailed explanation of how exactly her powers work under the re-added Power Descriptions subheader, and then shuffled around some details from powers and tactics while also fleshing that out more, and Was less sure on how to do descriptors for the protection and immunity based powers, but I tried my best by including the 'superscience' descriptor. Does that look good? EDIT: Noticed I didn't add my strength bonus to unarmed damage, corrected that as well. SECOND EDIT: Changed superscience and biological to "mutation" as discussed on the Discord.
  12. Corona Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage In Brief: Ex-teen supervillain trying hard to set a good example for her teenage daughter. Theme: Black Sheep - Metric Alternate Identity: Serena Mustafic (Secret) Birthplace: Newark, New Jersey Residence: Freedom City Occupation: Deliverywoman Family: Mia Markov (daughter), Pete Markov (ex-husband), Ahmed Mustafic (Father) Description: Age: 40 (DoB: August 17, 1978) Apparent Age: Mid-20s Gender: Female Ethnicity: Bosnian-American Height: 5’04” Weight: 155 lbs Eyes: Grey Hair: Black Serena is not a large woman, standing only 5’04”, but she manages to stand out anyway. Her heart-shaped face is surrounded by lengths of wavy black hair that falls down just below her shoulders, and is marked by almond-shaped grey eyes and a slightly crooked nose. Her eyebrows are thin and arched, with the left having a noticeable split from a scar, while her ears are dappled with earring holes running up and down the lobes. Her skin is olive-coloured, occasionally broken up by colourful tattoos, like the full sleeves on her muscular arms. She looks younger than she is, appearing to be a woman in her mid-20s rather than someone in her 40s, though most just assume she has aged very well. In her day to day, Serena tends to go for jeans and button-up shirts, favouring flannel. She sometimes gives in and wears band-shirts, but is worried they make her look young and not likely to be taken seriously. Her choice of footwear are a well-worn pair of Doc Martens with smiley-face laces. As Corona, she wears a grey set of tights with black trunks, fingerless gloves and combat boots. On her chest is the symbol of a three-pointed star, also in black. She accessorizes this relatively drab costume with a beat-up leather motorcycle jacket that is covered in old pins on the lapels and the faded remnants of a “KORN” patch that can still barely be made out on the shoulderblades area of the back despite the clear attempts to remove it, with the same three-pointed star in white stitched in on back. She also has a pair of acetylene welding goggles to help with the brightness of her powers. History: Serena’s life got off to a rough start. When she was only 5 years old, her mother passed away from meningitis, and her dad did not feel remotely equipped to raise a child on his own, and so gave her up to the foster system. She bounced from home to home, never quite fitting in or finding her own place. She fell into illegal activity at a young age, starting with shoplifting and petty vandalism. By the time she reached her teens in the early 1990s, no one really expected much of her. She was disinterested in school, increasingly anti-social and a habitual runaway. Combined with her criminal activities, this made her the ideal target for an organization that was looking for pliable candidates they could mould to their whims. One day, while tagging a random alley in Jersey and having run away from her foster home for about 3 days, Serena was surrounded by men who wrestled her into a van and blindfolded her. When the blindfold was removed, she found herself in the laboratory of Dr. Will Wu, who made her an offer - he would give her superpowers, as long as she did a few minor errands to pay him back. He told her he knew she had a hard life, and that he wanted to help her. Being a dumb teenager offered superpowers, and getting the distinct sense refusal would be bad for her health, Serena agreed. The young woman found herself strapped down to a table, injected with all sorts of serums, bombarded with rays and run through a battery of tests. She didn’t understand most of it, but what she gathered was that her skin had been made tougher and fire-resistant, and more amazingly, crystals in her blood allowed her to create blasts of superheated plasma. After confirming her powers weren’t going to kill her - something Serena only found was a possibility after the procedure - Dr. Wu and his men introduced her to the rest of her team. It turned out Serena was not the only teenager that Wu’s men had swept up off the street. There were four in total: l Lucas Morgan, codename Heathen. Granted super-intelligence through neural implants and given an array of cyborg bits. l Heather Romano, codename Tantrum. Natural psychic and empath, given cybernetics to help control her powers. l Lester Donahue, codename Beastfreak. Infused with animal DNA to make him fuzzy and give him claws, along with super strength. l Adrian Pike, codename Kombat. Exposed to an alien combat-training AI and given super-soldier serum. Serena, taking the name Revolt, completed the team. Together, Wu informed them, they would perform missions for him to help recoup his losses on empowering them. For a brief moment, they all thought they were going to be superheroes. Then, he told them that their first mission was to rob the lair of a tech-based superhero, which was now ‘abandoned’ after the Terminus Invasion. A few tried to back out, but Dr. Wu made it clear that he had employed fail-safes in case they didn’t comply. So they complied. Serena wasn’t particularly bothered by the illegality of what they were doing. In fact, she found her first outing exciting. She blasted open doors, melted steel and caused havoc. Her confidence emboldened her team-mates, and they were laughing by the time they were out the door, riding away in an armoured van from the police. When they got back to Wu’s compound, they were treated to pizza and shown to their special living space, which was stocked with all the latest consoles, a big tv and all sorts of goodies. It was clear that Wu was buttering them up, but none of them, least of all Serena, minded. Over the coming months, the team performed more and more missions for Dr. Wu, and became more infamous. One media outlet started calling them “delinquents” to disparage them, and the team ended up liking it enough to take it as their own. They also became closer, becoming a sort of family that looked out for one another. When they weren’t on missions, they’d gorge on junk food and play video-games, like normal teens would. Serena finally felt like she had a home. The Delinquents had more than a few run-ins with superheroes once they got some notoriety, though with the aftermath of the Terminus Invasion, there weren’t many. The most common were naturally the Freedom League, to whom the Delinquents maintained a policy of avoiding pitched battle with, but occasionally they ended up in small skirmishes. Infamously, there is a photo of an incident in which Serena punched Lady Liberty in the face. 2 years into her career as a supercriminal, things were looking good for Serena. There had been close calls, especially when they started getting the notice of superheroes, but the Delinquents were doing well. Sure, it seemed like they had to have paid Dr. Wu back for their powers by then and he still kept them working, but at this point they all enjoyed it. Serena’s luck finally ran out one late November in 1995, when she and her team were sent to acquire an alien power crystal from some labs in Freedom City. There was no crystal. It had been a set-up planted in the media explicitly to catch Serena and the rest of the Delinquents. The moment the team entered the laboratory, the building went into lockdown and the superheroes inside went to work to capture them. Desperately, Serena managed to blast a hole in one of the shutters, but only after a lot of effort. The others were able to get out in time, but the heroes caught up with them before Serena could escape. She attempted to hold them off, but even Revolt could not stand against multiple adult superheroes. Unfortunately for her, her efforts were spoiled somewhat when Beastfreak and Heathen stayed behind to ensure she was safe. Still, Kombat and Tantrum managed to get away. Serena was taken in, charged and sentenced to 5 years in prison, the first of which was to be spent in juvie. Thanks to being a minor, her real name wasn’t released to the public. The experience in prison was humiliating, terrifying and sobering for Serena, who decided to make a clean break after her sentence was up. Released to the public, she entered into the public sphere, got married to a man named Pete Markov, and had a daughter named Mia. Four years later, she divorced her husband. From there, she lived a relatively normal life. Being a high-school dropout limited her options, but she got by doing odd jobs. Waitressing, delivering pizzas, the like. She wasn’t rich, and sometimes she missed the old days, but she figured she was doing pretty well. She managed to reconnect with her father after the birth of her daughter, and got back into contact with Beastfreak and Heathen, who similarly pledged to leave the criminal life. She never did find out what happened with Kombat, Tantrum or Will Wu, but she did her best to set those questions aside. Life threw another wrench when her Mia starting developing powers at the age of 10. At first, Serena thought she could handle it by encouraging her daughter to keep her powers quiet, but that didn’t work out too well for either of them. Being strained in that way made Mia start to act out in subtle ways. Serena didn’t really notice that until she got a call from the local mall letting her know that Mia had been shoplifting from the stores there. Realizing her grave mistake and terrified that she was sending her daughter down the same path she went through, Serena sent Mia to Claremont so she could explore her powers in a safe environment. That wasn’t enough, though. She decided that Mia needed a good example of how someone uses their powers, and thus decided to take up the superhero mantle of “Corona”, taking to the streets to help keep the city safe. Personality & Motivation: It’s safe to say that Serena has made some fairly severe mistakes in her life, something that she is all too aware of. But ever since she got out of prison, she has been doing what she can to grow past those mistakes. She is also determined to see that her own daughter doesn’t mess up her own life in the same way her mother did, which is why the girl’s shoplifting has rattled her so much. Serena was a punk teenager and she’s now a punk adult. She still pretty heavily identifies with the subculture, and carries a lot of its values and attitudes. Even as a superhero, she is pretty contemptuous of authority and still doesn’t fully trust the police to do the right thing. She’s also not fond of rich people and has trouble getting along even with the well-intentioned ones. She’s also a bit of a bleeding heart and works with charity when she can find free time from her job, parenting and superheroics. Being a mother has rubbed off on some of Serena’s behaviour and when around young people, the mom in her sometimes comes out. She tries to look out for people finding their way, even to the point of fussing over them. A massive audiophile, Serena loves listening to and making music. She can bond easily with anyone similarly inclined, though her tastes skew to music from the time she was a teenager. As far as her superheroics go, she is motivated to be a good example to her community, especially her daughter. While still a bit crass and aggressive, she takes steps to not emulate the worst excesses of the era she grew up in. She’s painfully aware many criminals come from similar backgrounds to hers, and does what she can to try and steer the milder ones onto the path of good. On the other hand, her dislike of the rich also means that when they turn to supercrime, she really, really hates them. Powers & Tactics: Corona is generally a distance fighter, preferring to use her leaps to keep herself mobile and away from her enemies as she lets loose a barrage of superheated plasma. Yet she’s more than capable of holding her own should someone close the distance, enveloping her fists in plasma and wailing on anyone dumb enough to get up in her face, usually knocking them back with a detonation and allowing her to resume blasting people from afar. Should her enemies have weapons or other gadgets, she is likely to try and disintegrate them from afar to deny them an advantage. For more conventional fire-arms, she can usually tank the bullets, but she is not willing to risk her enemies shooting anyone else. She'll also make use of terror tactics when she can, trying to frighten her enemies into surrender with displays of her power. Power Descriptions: Corona's powers originate from the alterations done to her biology by Dr. Wu. Her plasma control descends from specialized alien crystals that had been bonded to her red blood cells that allow her to exude a gas that she bombards with an ionizing field, converting it to super-hot plasma. Her body's cells have been modified to compensate for this, bombarded with rays and injected with chemicals to drastically reinforce her cell walls, protecting her against direct heat , plasma and even many forms of conventional damage while also slowing her aging exponentially. When Corona uses her powers, the veins and arteries beneath wherever her plasma is being summoned glow for a split second before a blazing white gas flares to life, rippling and coiling around her. While usually localized to her lower arms, when she is especially mad the plasma can envelop her hole body for a brief moment. Even her leaping ability is an extension of her control of plasma, performed by generating a small explosion of plasma beneath her feet to send herself rocketing through the air. A second, smaller explosion helps reduce the impact of the landing, though her unnaturally durable body also helps reduce much of the damage. Complications: Mommy Duty: Serena is the mother of a teenage daughter, and is prone to worry. Occasionally, her daughter Mia will call or text, and Serena feels compelled to answer. The GM can have her daughter call, and Serena has to answer or check her phone or she will be distracted until she can. Bad Reputation: While people may not know her secret identity of Serena Mustafic, most have figured out that Corona is formerly Revolt. Many in the law enforcement and hero community still distrust her for her crimes, giving her difficulties in social interactions with them. Enemies: The Delinquents managed to anger a lot of people, including other supervillains. There are those more than willing to come after Serena to exact their revenge. Semi-Secret Identity: While the general public does not know Corona is Serena Mustafic, the information is out there in government databases and can theoretically be accessed by those with the resources to do so. What they do with the information probably isn’t good. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 22PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 14 (+4) Combat: 16 (Attack) + 14 (Defence) = 30PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +8 Melee, +8 Ranged Defense: +10 (+7 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +10 (+8 attack bonus, +2 Str bonus) Knockback: -10 Saving Throws: 5 + 5 + 4 = 14PP Toughness: +10 (+3 Con, +7 Protection) Fortitude: +8 (+3 Con, +5) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +5 (+1 Wis, +4) Skills: 88R = 22PP Bluff 10 (+12/16) Concentration 4 (+7) Diplomacy 8 (+10/14) Drive 4 (+6) Gather Information 4 (+6) Intimidate 10 (+12) Knowledge (Arts) 8 (+9) Knowledge (Current Events) 4 (+5) Knowledge (Streetwise) 8 (+9) Notice 4 (+5) Perform (Singing) 10 (+12) Perform (Strings) 6 (+8) Sense Motive 8 (+9) Feats: 10PP Attractive Assessment Dodge Focus 3 Equipment 3 Power Attack Improved Sunder Equipment: 3PP = 15EP · Cellphone [1 EP] · Compact Car [9 EP] · Flash Goggles [1 EP] · Flashlight [1 EP] · Handcuffs [1 EP] · Laptop [1 EP] · Lock Release Gun [1 EP] Powers: 8 + 3 + 5 + 28 + 8 = 52PP Immunity 8 (Ultra-Reinforced Cell Walls; Ageing, Plasma, Fire Damage) [8PP] (mutation) Impervious Toughness 3 (Ultra-Reinforced Cell Walls) [3PP] (mutation) Leaping 5 (Plasmatic Rocket Jump; 600 ft running long jump, 300 feet long jump, 150 feet high jump) [5PP] (plasma, mutation) Plasma Control 12 (24PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 3, Precise) [28PP] (plasma, heat, mutation) · Base Power: Blast 12 (Coronal Mass Ejection) {24/24} · Alternate Power: Disintegrate 6 (Melting Beam) {24/24} · Alternate Power: Strike 12 (Supernova Goes Bop; Extras: Penetrating 6, Feats: Improved Critical, Knockback 4 ) {24/24} · Alternate Power: Dazzle 12 {Solar Flare; Visual) {24/24} Protection 7 (Roughneck; Feats: Impervious) [8PP] (mutation) DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 17 Toughness Damage Coronal Mass Ejection Ranged DC 27 Toughness Damage Melting Beam Ranged DC 16 Fortitude Damage, Drain, Affects Objects Supernova Goes Bop Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage, Knockback, Penetrate 6, Improved Crit Solar Flare Ranged DC 22 Reflex/Fort Sensory Totals: Abilities (22) + Combat (30) + Saving Throws (14) + Skills (22) + Feats (10) + Powers (52) = 150/150 Power Points
  13. Shofet

    Kataphrakte (WIP)

    The Lost World suggestion makes a good deal of sense, and I do think that is something that could be worked with. The only issue I see is that this is a fairly advanced society compared to most of the Lost World, being Alexandrian in technology level. I get what you're saying about the stereotypical girl troubles, but I think her main issue is more that everything down to the body image in the USA is different than what her homeland is. She wouldn't take well to criticism on her appearance based on that criteria, not because she secretly doubts herself, but because she so strongly believes the opposite. Her insecurities would come from, if anywhere, the conflict between maintaining her own cultural standards and allowing the modern world's to affect her. The lack of understanding how the political system works in the USA is just an extension of that, since it also illustrates a vastly different viewpoint: Right now, Kataphrakte's main understanding of the world is that people are born into positions, social mobility isn't a major thing, and social order is maintained through a largely static society. Really, it would play out more socially than politically - Someone is the leader because they are the leader and that is just how things are, not because they are the most well-reasoned or the like.
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