Shofet

A teenage clone of a space conqueror, now on the side of good. Still prone to grandiose speeches, though. Pity. Dreda the Deliverer Power Level: 12 (180/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: -2 Defence/+2 Toughness In Brief: Catchphrase: Kneel! Theme: (Optional) A theme song for the character. Alternate Identity: Dreda Shay-Ol Birthplace: Imperial Palace, Gohena Residence: Base of Operations: Occupation: Galactic Hero Affiliations: People and/or groups you work with. Family: Close or otherwise significant relatives. Description: Age: 17 Apparent Age: If applicable. Gender: Ethnicity: Caucasian, Asian, Atlantean, Etc. Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: (Describe what they look like! Cover their physical appearance, typical clothing and of course their costume if they have one.) History: (Remember we are a relatively family friendly site. Your story should be PG-13 at most. If your character wouldn't fit in an episode of Justice League Unlimited, The Dresden Files, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you'll need to rethink it. When in doubt, ask a Staff Member.) Personality & Motivation: (Describe why they do what they do here.) Powers & Tactics: (In-character descriptions of how they do what they do.) Power Descriptions: (Describe the appearance of their powers as applicable: the colour of energy blasts, the shape of portals, the design of a battlesuit. Also give an idea of the Descriptors those powers use: fire, technological, cosmic energy, etc.) Complications: You Fool! You Worm!: Dreda has retained the rather nasty habit of going on monologues and rants. The GM can award her a hero point by having her miss a turn ranting and raving about how pathetic her opponent is. Your Pathetic Planet is Nice, I Guess: While she really should know better, Dreda's massive ego sometimes gets in the way. The GM can award her a hero point to have her sabotage an important social situation with an insensitive or egotistical comment. Lowly Worm! How Dare You!: Dreda's pride is easily offended, and she does not react well when that happens. The GM can award her a hero point to force her to focus on an opponent in a fight that has said something to offend her rather than a more obvious target. Abilities: 16 + 2 + 24 + 20 + 2 + 8 = 72PP Strength: 26/34 (+6/+12) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 34 (+12) Intelligence: 30 (+10) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +1 Attack: +12 Melee (+4 Base, +8 Attack Focus) Defense: +10 (+ 4 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +14 Knockback: -0 Saving Throws: 0 + 9 + 9 = 18 PP Toughness: +12/14 (+12 Con, +2 Protection) Fortitude: +12 (+12 Con) Reflex: +10 (+1 Dex, +9) Will: +10 (+1 Wis, +9) Skills: 32R = 7PP Diplomacy 8 (+12) Intimidate 8 (+12) Knowledge (Galactic Lore) 5 (+15) Knowledge (Tactics) 5 (+15) Language 2 (Galstandard [Native], English, (secret)) Feats: 19PP Attack Focus 8 Benefit 3 (Wealth 1, Diplomatic Immunity, Status [Nobility]) Dodge Focus 6 Jack-of-All-Trades Luck Powers: 13 + 13 + 2 + 20 = 48PP Growth 4 (Flaws: Permanent; Power Feats: Innate) 13 points Impervious Toughness 12 (Power Feats: Innate) 13 points Immunity 1 (Ageing; Power Feats: Innate) 2 points Device 5 (“Torc of the Traveler”; 25 PP Container; Flaws; Hard-to-Lose) [20 PP] Protection 2 [2 PP] Flight 4 [8 PP] Immunity (Life-Support) [9 PP] Super-Movement 3 (Intergalactic Space-Flight) [6 PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage Chain Lightning Ranged DC 25 Toughness (Autofire) Damage Taser Blast Ranged DC 16 Fortitude Stun Totals: Abilities (0) + Combat (0) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (0) + Feats (0) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 (or 105/105) Power Points · Report Record

It seems like the Speed Troopers and Rayburst are skipping their turn! Grimalkin, go if you dare! @Heritage

GM Rayburst couldn't take it anymore. He refused to be carried in the arms of these crazy mutants. Pushing up and away, he let loose a burst of radiation that carried him over to the battle site. Landing and coated in a halo of green, he looked around and was horrified by what he saw. A smouldering metal man, his sister laying sizzling on the ground, his other sister looking terrified and his brother captured by some guy. What outside observers saw was a young boy, maybe 13... 15 at the oldest, looking horrified. He had red-brown hair, and his face was dappled with freckles. His green eyes were a lot like Lester's. He wasn't dressed in a super uniform, just a green jacket and a pair of jeans along with a black t-shirt with a white crown on it. He looked about as scared as Godlike did. "Tabby...?" he said, gaze focused on the sizzling woman in Hologram's telekinetic grasp. "Oh no..." he said, his voice small and weak. "No, no, no..." All the troopers were gone. Except for the ones coming up behind him, readying their blasters. He didn't want this. Not anymore. This was bad. The Speed Troopers would just destroy more stuff and hurt innocent people. How many innocent people had they already hurt? Why couldn't they have phased like Tabby did? He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to fight. "STOP!" he called, balling his hands into fists. The Speed Troopers halted behind him, looking confused as much as their weird faces could allow. Liteshow similarly looked confused. "Uh, Louis, little help here!" "NO!" cried 'Louis'. "Everyone's getting hurt and I hate it."

Oof! Facsimile feels a sudden and intense heat like he's never felt before! She's radioactive! He's now Staggered and Dazed!

She fails with a 16! However, it turns out Wu has left a nasty surprise since your last fight. She has a subtle aura now! DC 27 Toughness save, pleaaaase.

Mia's eyebrows flew up at the implication that she should be anywhere near any sort of official position. "I... Uh... I mean, like... I guess? I'm not going to say no, but... Shouldn't it be someone who actually knows what they are? I don't want to be stepping on anyone's toes. I mean... If people are okay with it, I guess, sure, then." But then, Abby started to speak, and Mia's heart kind of bled for the girl. She had no idea how to deal with any of that. Yeah, her mom was an ex-supervillain but their relationship was pretty sunny, and she'd never been expected to be a literal weapon. But she did understand having to hold back a part of herself. That part was something she was unfortunately fairly intimate with. "Abby... I am so sorry that has happened to you. But I'm glad you found that about yourself. Your feelings matter, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."

GM As Dio dug, something strange happened. Though in the moment the grass seemed to part to show the mud beneath, somehow, after a few moments the mud would always return. More concerning, perhaps, was the fact that no one seemed to notice the giant dragon having what appeared to be a breakdown in the middle of the courtyard. In fact, not even the Orange Squad (and Danica), save Leroy, could see Dio anymore. He was as invisible to them as he appeared to be to everyone else in the courtyard. It seemed as though whatever was happening here had obscured Dio from notice.

The Meta-Naut The Meta-Naut watched with interest as Justice’s armour faded away, replied with an undersuit. Oh, she’s adorable, she thought to herself with a smile. It was good to see a tech hero here in Emerald City, it bode well for the future of humanity as a whole. The Meta-Naut firmly believed that some day, superhero hyper-tech would make the world a better place. Sure, governments were restricting things now, but it was only a matter of time. “Sure, local coffee sounds good,” she said. She rose up into the air, and then looked back down at Justice. “Sorry, I don’t have much to remove. I take off my helmet and you know who I am and that’s… You know, maybe one day, but not today. Still, really digging the under-outfit. Real cool.”

Raya giggled at the secretary offer. “Unfortunately, I have a very nice woman named Victoria who would fight you if you tried to take her job. That and she makes me cookies every Friday and honestly, that’s pretty much earned her the job for life,” she said sunnily. “But if you want a story, a month or two ago this guy called Captain Crime showed up, like out of nowhere, and started blasting people with this… Crime Gun. Turned people into stereotypical criminals. I had this guy, Rebellion, helping me on the case. We chased the guy back to my company’s transmitter, and then a whole bunch of weird stuff happened. Turns out the guy was from another dimension, go figure,” she said. “But okay. It’s going to be a long walk to my company, so we’ll be able to see stuff on the way,” she said.

Mia followed along after Ashley and Judy, mostly interested in taking a look at the beer can. She stared at it, being pretty old and all, but she didn't understand why people would be bothered. She didn't see it as especially threatening, even if it was pretty interesting. "I mean, like, we've had other groups come here, right? Could be an old one leftover. Or, hey, you know. We're not the only dimension in the multiverse with dimensional travelers. Could be some alternate Claremont had the same idea we have had. Or you know, any sort of interdimensional traveler," she said dismissively. Then, a thought occurred to her. "Hey! What if there's other goodies? Campers forget cool stuff all the time." She looked around, but saw nothing obvious. She frowned. "Would be neat to find an old magazine or something from another dimension."

Yes.

Liteshow is dazed, so he can't do anything! @Exaccus is next.

Big post! For this first room, no one has their powers. Anything supernatural is similarly missing. Any ability scores are capped at/reduced to 20 at max. All devices and equipment are missing. The only exception to this is Dio.

Soliton Mia sighed, and headed toward the door. At the very least, they could have gotten this over with before the night was through. She cast one last look at the witch, and smiled at her. “Wish us luck,” she said awkwardly. “Oh, you’ll need it,” the witch replied sunnily, but Mia could have sworn there was something like malice in her eyes when she said it. Chastising herself for getting psyched out on what was clearly a cheapo Halloween house, Mia headed on inside. The interior of the first room was completely empty. Just bare floor-boards and a 30-by-30 room. No furniture, no ghouls, nothing. “Aw, come on!” Mia said miserably. Yet once all the teens filled in, the door slammed shut, and something really weird happened: The door seemed to fade out of existence. Before Mia could react further, the lights suddenly cut out. It was black, so black that none could see what was going on even with the most potent of supernatural senses. Then, it felt like she was plummeting. Mia tried to teleport herself back out of the room, but despite her attempts, nothing came. She screamed. Then, suddenly, the lights were back on. Except now, she seemed to be standing in a court-yard. Green grass surrounded her, enclosed by brown brick walls. She felt different. Looking down, she saw her costume was gone. In its place was a soft, white set up of comfortable draw-string pants and a button up long-sleeve shirt. Mia looked at her hands to see long, thin scars running up her forearms, and doubled-back. She was even more shocked when she got a look at Danica. The most confusing thing was that, in addition to the uniform, she wasn’t green anymore. She looked… plainly human. Mia’s eyes went wide. “What is going on?” She didn’t have long to question. A man in a red sweater and slacks ran up, a little name-tag pinned to his right breast declaring him to be “Dr. Harlan”. He looked between the group. “I heard screaming, is everything okay? No one's hurt, right?" he said, his tone like that of a concerned teacher or parent.

Hits! 8. She is unconscious!

GM Roadkill sneered at Fast-Forward. "My ma's the reason I'm here, you relic. I don't give a rat's ☠☠☠ about your stupid professional or your dumb villain gimmicks. Maybe if you had actually taken things seriously you might have actually been worth something as a vill-- AAA WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOUR STUPID BI-GGGRasDDRAAD!" Roadkill's little rant was cut short as she was lifted off the ground and thrown into the wall. Suddenly, the force-field came to life, arcing around her and causing her to vibrate as her whole body went stiff. Liteshow's eyes went wide. "TABBY! DON'T HURT MY SISTER, YOU-- GUH!" His rage wasn't worth much, given how he was presently ensnared by Black Mamba, but he looked like he was ready to kill someone. Meanwhile, Adrian had enough. Seeing Rachel in danger, he ground his teeth. "Agreed. Listen to Serena, get back inside. You get hurt and I'm killing you myself," he said, before leveling the pistol up at the Rocket Trooper Facsimile had ignored and blasting it. It dissolved into slime like the rest.

Ah, right. Well, she's safe now. For now.

Adrian rolls to hit the last Rocket Trooper, and hits with a 30. Now the monster has to resist with a DC 29 Toughness save. It is super dead. Up next is Archer. Archer Liteshow Fascimile Ray Burst Speed Troopers Grimalkin Rachel Corona Godlike So, right now Facsimile, Hologram, Roadkill, Merge Trois, Liteshow, Fast-Forward and Black Mamba are out front. The Rocket Troopers have been killed off, while Godlike is still hanging above the house, and is about to soar off in a panic if she doesn't pass her new will save. Liteshow is tethered and in a bad spot, while Roadkill just got slammed into the wall. Out back are Corona and Grimalkin-as-Rachel, along with Adrian. Rachel is in the house with a duplicate of Grimalkin. The speed troopers, along with Rayburst, have yet to arrive.

Mia's eyebrows flew up. "You're a long range teleporter too? Sweet! I uh... I can do that too. Like, all over. The first time I ever did it, my mom and I were in a fight, and I teleported to Dubai. Aaa... She freaked out. Anyway, sounds like our powers come from similar places. I just sort of... plug into the cosmic... ish, and then I'm where I need to be," she said happily. "And nah, you're not interrupting anything. I'm just moving in and it caused a thing. Oh! Hey, I made stuff for the rest, lemme make..." She paused, and then focused on making some things. First, she produced an enameled screwdiver, and handed it over to Heroditus, since she knew what he was into. However, seeing as she didn't really know Max yet, she went with another teddy bear, this time purple, with the name "Max" written on the belly. She hoped she wasn't being stereotypical here, but she probably was. "And there you go."

Raya couldn't help but snort at the idea that the Emerald Cities were quiet. "Oh, honey," she said. "Don't let the rep fool you, this place is weird. One of my best friends in this city is a kid without a face who controls fear and happens to be a conspiracy theorist. There's also a rock monster who is a super hero, too. Not to mention I fought a dude who could turn people into criminals" The news feed was boring, compared to Freedom City's. Stocks going up, some protests, comments from the mayor on something, probably about reelection. Nothing worth checking. Nothing at all. Everything is fine. "And we can do big stuff," she said. "Do you want to see the Wizard of Oz museum? Or maybe Chantal Theatre. One of the only theatres left in the US that stuff has a floor for bands to play. Like for silent movies. Could also bring you to some of the company campuses. Like Compass Roooose? Eh? Eh? That's my company. We do space stuff." "I mean I mostly get my money from patents but I want to help contribute to getting us up into the stars. Anyway, we also have stuff like MarsTech. Could also show you the university."

Raya blew kisses at the dogs as she moved away with her date, before turning to look at Moira with a bit more twinkle to her eye than there was before. "Yeah, the Emerald City. Technically, cities. Like how Newark and New York are separate cities because they are separated by state borders. However, in order to be extra confusing, they have the same name. We're pretty diverse, got a huge Asian population. Indian, Chinese, Japanese. Maybe when we hit Mini Mumbai I can treat you to some curry," she said. She looked out at the street, and then back at Moira. "So by the way, do you just wanna look at stuff or go shopping or what? Because that helps me narrow down what I am showing you. Of course, if you stay for a while, could probably get you a good look at everything."

The Meta-Naut The Meta-Naut beamed. That was so easy! Well, a lot of the stuff in Emerald City was easy, they weren't exactly swimming in world-ending threats, but this was especially easy! And also pretty mundane. No Crime Guns here. Which was good! Because that was super annoying. She was rattled out of her thoughts when she looked down at Justice. A massive grin split the Meta-Naut's face, and she descended down beside Justice to praise her. "You have got some amazing tech, you know that? And skills, too." "I know you, you're Justice, and I know you know me, so... You want to hang out while I ask you a million questions about your set up? I will feed you and put coffee in you if I have to. Or beer, or wine, or whatever you want."

Raya would have looked like a deer in the headlights when Max Mars entered, if not for the sunglasses hiding her eyes. Of course, of course, one of the few people who would immediately recognize her had to walk in the door. She did a lot to avoid fame and publicity, but you couldn't avoid everyone. Not without like, ninja assassins. Which she had considered, but they were very expensive and also immoral. "Mars!" Raya cried, her voice hitting a pitch it almost never did. "Didn't expect to see you out here. Well, welcome to the Expo, and you won't have to cry too much. I will still mostly be running things back in Emerald." Sam smiled and nodded. "And hey, we're looking at a facility in either Kenya or Ecuador too. Whoever thinks to build that first space elevator, we'll be there on hand," he said. "And sure, talk to me, Mars." Sam happily went off with Max Mars, full of pitches, washing a sense of relief over Raya. Sam was charismatic, but he was also incredibly exhausting to deal with. Man had more energy than a toddler who had cocaine laced cocoa puffs for breakfast. She smiled at Paris. "And hello to you, Paris. It's always good to meet other heroes," she said, before turning to Justice. "And speaking of, here's my favourite hero from Emerald City, the mighty, the miraculous... Justice!" She made little jazz hands. "We brought her along to showcase the genius minds saving lives back in Emerald. It looks like Mars had the same idea."

Raya rolled her eyes playfully at the nudging. She's too cute, Raya thought to herself. "Alright, if you're a walker, we'll walk. I can call a driver if we get tired anyway." She took Moira's hand again, and lead her to the apartment's high speed elevator that existed in place of a door. There were no stairs to get into Raya's room, you needed access to the elevator, and to get into the elevator, you needed a key. Raya kind of felt bad about that, but it kept the snoops out. Stepping inside, Raya smiled at Moira the whole time they went down. Once they made it to the ground floor, Raya lead the out into the morning daylight. "Alright, so, first part of the tour. We are out in the ritzy part of the Oregon side of Emerald City, in which I am only one of a bunch of rich jerks driving up the property value. Some richer and jerkier than others." She waved at the door greeter before starting to walk. "Royal Hill, more specifically. A lot of people also live in a place called Lakeside but, ah, I am not a mansion kind of gal." Just then, a man walking two dogs came by, and Raya's eyes lit up. "My babies!" she said, scurrying over. The dogs almost jerked the poor man's arm off, but he managed to right them. Raya crouched down and the dogs were all over her in seconds. "Aaa! I was wondering where they were," she said. "You took them out for a walk?" The man nodded. "You seemed preeeetty trashed last night and I didn't figure you'd be up yet." Raya quirked her mouth. "Mike, I have a better constitution than that," she said sourly. "Anyway! Moira, this is Mike Dayton, my personal assistant and superhuman for being able to put up with me." Mike waved, smiling at Moira. "Pleasure." "And THESE furry beasts are Dre and Diddy, my dogs. If you want to pet them, go ahead. They're useless as guard dogs because they just want to be friends with everyone." The dogs, a beagle and a poodle, looked up at Moira, their tails wagging furiously.

The morning routine passed fairly quickly, mostly going through the motions. The fiesta breakfast had been good, a combination of eggs, salsa, chorizo sausage and other goodies that Raya rather enjoyed with her coffee. Everything else passed just as smoothly. Now Raya was sitting back on the couch, her hair still a little wet, smiling over Moira. She had some clothes in the woman's size brought up, one of many little gifts. Raya herself had changed into a pink hoodie and blue jeans, which was a little more presentable than her lounging clothes. Only light makeup today, some eyeliner and a little lip gloss "So," she said. "I am ready to go whenever you are. Do you want to walk or should I ring my driver or... What?"