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  1. Mirror Knight It had been a quiet day up until that point for Jonathan, he'd made his rounds and attended to his day to day tasks, he'd just settled down to an early lunch when he'd flipped onto the news for something to listen into the background when everything had gone predictably crazy and robot bees had burst from a wax encrusted building. "what was, will bee." the robotic voices said in a droning, chorus "Well, thats ominous; better give it a looking into." taking only so long as slipping into his black morphic molecule undersuit and clipping the various pieces of bright reflective silver armour into place he turned his attention to the body length mirror he kept in his home and with a brief moment of concentration opened the roads between reflections and stepped through, silver and glass rippling like water to accommodate his passage. emerging from the mirror within the disrupted camera, pouring out of the front lense like a semi-solid, cape of clattering mirror segments flowing behind him. it was time for his big debut!
  2. Im good with the four day grace period mirror knight won't be making any investigation checks because he's just not got any. dramatic entrance incoming.
  3. GIven the current offerings i will put forth mirror knight
  4. Oz allowed himself but a moment to take position, slamming his cane against the floor of the room with thunderous retort as he entered the fray, an estoric form of transmutation was the changing of energy from one form into another, often considered the field of those who evoked such forces Oz felt it fit more into his own school of focus. with a thunderous incantation he transformed the sounds of the room into heat that bloomed into intense flames of scarlet and gold as the cacophony of beetles chittering,skittering and clacking their chitin mixed with the sound of battle-cries, incantations and telling blows filled the air, bending and directing the currents of energy away from his allies and towards his foe with his cane like a conductors baton, his other hand raised ready to deflect reprisal and shield his face from the heat and light of his own crescendo of fire that twisted itself into a braid and lashed at the foes around it, like a whip maid from a pair of entwined cyclones his construct danced and swayed like a snake as it fell upon its prey, drawing in and devouring with the voracious primal hunger that reduced entire worlds to ash. gathering his strength for his next attack all the while.
  5. "I think if i should attack her head on, i could keep her busy at least for a short while." Oz offered "I fear my stamina will not endure a prolonged struggle with such a being." he admitted as he rubbed his chin "so i would be of best use trying to overwhelm her till my strength fades." "Time enough for us to work our wonders and cast her back to the inbetween." oz stated with a confidence and certainty of an old mage, knuckles whitening as he clenched the head of his walking stick firmly a clear sign of his resolve. This was not his world, not his future to decide, that much he held himself too, but he could and would fight for that future whatever the inheritors of this world made it to be.
  6. Oz (Corridor; With Artificer and Effigy) "a pleasure, I'm Oswald Zeppelius; Oz for short." he said in his usual pleasant tone "I wish we'd been introduced under better circumstances my young friends." He watched with interest as effigy took the patternoscope and spoke to the spirit of the Parkhurst with gusto; Who was he to tell anyone what or how to do things after all? shifting his stance a little bit and conjuring a walking stick from the Aether to stabilise himself. "Though as i have said before I haven't been in combat in a year or two now i do have a modest amount of power...im afraid its my physicality that limits me." he explained patting his stomach with a chuckle "I do not have the physical endurance for a prolonged confrontation or strenous activities...so if it is well and good with you both, i would like you to take the lead and let me know if there is anything you would like my help with....well aside from anything obvious of course."
  7. Making the arcane reliquary points into Patternoscope Comprehend 3 (Objects; understand, Speak too, Spirits; Extras: Affects others (+Self)) [9/10] and offer it to @Dr Archeville ' artificer and @EternalPhoenix's effigy whoever goes for it first.
  8. Oz (Corridor: with Artificer and Effigy) "Im glad you're well my young friend.." oz began as the young lady darted away and then appeared again down the opposite end of the hallway he was about to caution the young woman against rash action when the young man spoke up and offered his council. "ah i believe i may have just the trinket for that if you'll give me but a moment...something from back in my archeological study days back home..." and with that he pulled out a slender brass tube topped with a hoop, thin opalescent wires strung between various points on the circumference in a web like pattern and a stethescope like attachment on the base. "The Pattern scope, should translate your words into a rhythmic form the spirit should be able to interpret with around uuh...96 percent accuracy and allow it to respond in kind." he said with a smile, gently running his fingers over the taunt tangle of material making up its hoop before offering it to the both of his young companions. "Im afraid im still a little too jittery to handle it myself...haven't seen active combat in a few years now." he explained with a nervous chuckle.
  9. Having been sat in his chair Oz had found himself flung though timeand space in a structurally unfeasable posture for his short, fat legs and upon arriving found himself falling immediately to the floor with a disgruntled cry "oomph!; Quite a surprise and yet not entirely unexpected..." he complained as he rolled onto his hands and knees and climbed unsteadily to his feet taking a moment to look around his surroundings and ascertain his situation taking quick stock of the faces around him as his dominant hand reflexitively moved through a simple series of warding gestures and with a practised wrinkling of his nose his emerald lenses ascended to his eye level. his right hand moving to some unseen space on the inside of his blazer, ready to pull out some Artifact dwelling within his reliquary should the immediate need arise. "everyone still in one piece?"
  10. "oh if it isn't my friend from the escapade with the cockatrice!" Oz remarked as he slid his phone into a pocket on his blazer. "have you been keeping well since we last saw each other?" he asked in earnest interest as he conjured up a second seat and a small table with a basket of baked goods and homemade halloweenish treats upon it. "hah, it does a old heart well to see youngsters that have dedicated themselves to the winding paths of magic; old age oft underestimates youth and im glad that the current generation is getting a chance to speak their part in matters such as this." "Come sit with me and let us catch up a little whilst we puzzle out what to do about this shadow in the space between." he offered his friend Blackstaff first pick of the basket before sending it off to float around the room at a leisurely and accessible pace and height for any other interested parties.
  11. Oz Content to have remained quiet and listen to goings on from a plush overstuffed armchair that hadn't been there before his arrival Oz had decided that it wasn't his place to be a driving force in the affairs of this dimension but he had attended to offer whatever council he could to those whom the decisions fell too. Giving a tip of his top hat to the master mage upon her arrival and putting a pause on his progress through that delightful candy smashing game the kind young store assistant had recommended to him. Things it seemed were now in motion.
  12. Edits made! The dimensional descriptor is meant to reflect (haha) that the matter and energy he summons is infact not truly what it looks and behaves as, it is the mirror dimensions copy of it made from its own strange make up and effects that mess with dimensions such as travel powers and immunities or nullifies will interact with it even if they wouldn't normally so you can be immune to fire or dimensional effects to nullify a dimensional firebolt or immune to your own powers to no sell a summoned duplicate of yourself using a power on you. So as long as it exists somewhere in the universe, has a reflection(near a reflective surface and sufficient light) and isn't multiversally singular or truely unique or some other way of saying the only one in the multiverse he can call on it or use the dimensional matter/energy/mass of the mirror dimension for various spatial effects. such as refracting energies and reflecting incoming attacks when they hit his barriers
  13. Doktor'd! Facsimile Spending 8pp to increase object mimicry's ranks by two Object Mimicry 14 (70pp Pool of traits as a full round action; Flaws: Action 2 [full]) [56pp] Oz just nabbing the artificer feat on Oz with his 1pp
  14. Mirror knight Power Level: 10 (12) (180/180pp) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: -2 defense/+2 toughness In Brief: An actor with the power to access and manipulate the Mirror dimension. Catchphrase: (Optional): Theme: (Optional): Alternate Identity: Jonathan Rorrim (Secret) Birthplace: Manchester, England Residence: Downtown Freedom city; Theatre District Base of Operations: Earth Occupation: Aspiring Actor Affiliations: Family: Only child, Parents Deceased (Killed) Description Age: 39 (DoB: 12 October, 1981) Apparent Age: Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 6'2" Weight: 150lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown Tall and of slender build Jonathan keeps a well kept beard and mustache at least when his roles do not require a clean shave, though he keeps the theatrics to his work and "Side gig" he is not above allowing himself the occasional small flamboyance such as broaches or particularly ornate tie pins or belt buckles in his selection of otherwise unremarkable suits, on more casual occasions he can usually be seen in a striped shirt and a pair of black jeans, swapping his smart black shoes for a pair of comfortable canvas sneakers often with some out of place accessory to draw attention and invite curiosity. His hero costume, though made with function in mind primarily also bears a few little touches of his eccentricity, a black morphic molecule undersuit topped with mirrored ballistic glass breastplate, shoulder pads, gauntlets and boots, complete with a featureless helmet of the same material, a purple cape held in place with polished silver clasps and a belt from which several smaller, detachable mirrors hang, each framed with a baroque patterns and bearing various stylized symbols carved or embellished into their surfaces. History Ever Since he was a small child all Jonathan dreamed about was the Stage, the child of middle class parents who dismissed his aspirations as frivolous he remained undaunted, partaking in every school and community play that would have him, be it as a hero, villain, extra or stage hand, absorbing every bit of information and technique he could, determined to stockpile skill and tallent that couldn't be ignored or passed over without a second glance. As he got older and his parents support of his schooling withered away in favor of urging him to find a job with security he gritted his teeth and planted his feet, taking on whatever jobs he could to fund his dream of one day starring in a west end production, dragging himself through workshops, lessons and half a dozen different part time jobs by his bootstraps he even went so far as to emigrate to America in pursuit of his dreams after scrimping and saving what he could to fund the move. All his hardwork and perseverance paid off, he was offered the lead role in MacBeth, even going so far as to attempt to rebuild the bridges he had burned with his parents in his choice to pursue his dream single mindedly what happened that night perhaps escalated his already superstitious nature to where it is today. It couldn’t have been more beautiful at the start, there he was on stage, in the eyes of hundreds of people in the starring role of one of the most famous plays ever written, his parents amongst them their faces softer and more accepting of what they saw than they had ever been before. At the final line of the Final scene of act 1 Disaster struck, bursting forth like rain and lighting from a swollen storm cloud as the world of rapt silence and darkness in the theatre became Dazzling light and deafening roar, before settling into a blur of fire, smoke and screaming. When he next awoke he was in a hospital bed, bleary and weak from the ravages of the wreckage of what was once the Crossroads theatre company, the sole survivor of whatever occured that night. Taking time to grieve his loss and bury his parents in their hometown of kent he found himself in deep melancholy coasting on his meger inheritance and the Insurance payout. All in all it seemed like the end, his dreams beauty had brought pain and disaster into not only his own life but the lives of many others and this sullied grace lead him down a deep well of depression and wine It was in a drunken stupor he first utilized his powers, accidentally reaching into a mirror to grab the reflection of his half empty bottle of red wine and actually managing to do so instead of smashing it and bloodying his knuckles on the shards of shattered silvered glass. He spent the next few days experimenting with his newly discovered ability sobered by the opportunity he had been given, now with this power he could attempt to pursue justice for those who died that dark day. Personality & Motivation: A true Lover of the Arts, Romanticist and feminist; Jonathan rorrim is motivated by his desire to make the world a more beautiful and righteous place where good triumphs over evil no matter how much suffering is required to vanquish the villain. The hardships he has endured have not hardened his heart with scars but made him even more empathic to others suffering. His primary reason for taking up the mantle as a costumed hero is to find justice for those who died on the night of his big debut. Powers & Tactics: Jonathan’s powers are based on his ability to access and manipulate the stuff of the mirror dimension, a pandimensional liminal space that connects all reflective surfaces across eternity and infinity, it is an eagerly morphic plane that readily creates copies of what it is explosed to able to channel energies and matter from these realized reflections at his whims, defract energies across dimensional barriers into focused beams of destructive energy and even materialize quasi-matter he calls “dimensional mirrors”. Hardly the most impressive physical specimen jonathan relies (some would say, depends.) on his powers to make up for his deficiencies, he sees no reason to overpower enemies when he can outwit them, letting weaker attacks simply reflect back unto his agressors, creating near numberless dimensional mirror matter copies of himself to help him evade blows or in more extreme cases allow foes to fruitlessly attempt to battle his Looking glass knight, an indestructible entity made from the very dimensions matter itself, albeit one with no will of its own and puppeteered by Jonathan inserting his own reflection into the silvery construct. Power Descriptions: Jonathans powers mostly involve the manifesting of a silvery quasi-matter that freely shifts between all states of matter on a whim, from a silvery solid or liquid to a scintillating mist. The energies at his command are a prismatic blend of all colours in the visual light spectrum (and even those not in the range of normal human vision.) or mimicked energies and phenomena from across the multiverse Complications: Superstitious: Jonathan Is deeply superstitious particularly about mirrors now that his powers have awoken in him the GM may award a hero point if these beliefs (true or not) force Jonathan to take a less than optimal approach to situations or cause him to waste time or reveal his presence with frivolous “counter curses” for the perceived ill omens he encounters. The Man In the Mirror: For reasons unknown to Jonathan he finds himself occasionally bedevilled by a being from within the mirror dimension that seems driven to cause him as much pain and suffering as it can in a given situation, its appearances as sporadic but always vindictive and highly driven. The GM may award a hero point if the Man in the Mirror manifests either to attack or otherwise thwart or bedevil Jonathan by destroying evidence, stealing items of importance or kidnapping civilians or even taking the occasional sneak attack on him when he is too distracted to properly defend himself near a reflective surface. Not Actually Magic: Despite his chosen Nom de Plume Jonathan’s powers are not actually based on or in the arcane arts at all, his flamboyance and theatrical ways do little to dissuade others from believing the contrary, some magically inclined parties have taken offense to him as a charlatan demeaning their art, way of life and even systems of belief with his unintentional façade. The GM may award him a hero point if he draws the Ire of a villainous spell caster or his reputation sours the disposition of neutral parties or even would be allies, making them require a “show of good faith” if they are even willing to work with him at all. Not a Vampire Either!: To make full use of his powers Jonathan is forced to banish his reflection to avoid it impeding his interactions with the mirror world, this has lead many to believe he may in fact be a vampire, that he can walk around in the day and is unbothered by the usual foils that restrain such creatures leads them to assume he is a particularly powerful vampire and leads would be hunters to jump straight to the beheading and stake through the heart methods of dealing which such creatures, which are oddly as effective at killing and harming humans as vampires. The GM may award a hero point if the rumors of his vampirism leads would be hunters, slayers or even uppity usurpers looking to grow their own abilities to make attempts on his life or if he finds himself drawn into the complicated politics of the so called “night life.” Abilities: 0 + 4 + 4 + 0 + 4 + 8 = 20PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 8 + 6 = 14PP Initiative: +10 Attack: +4 Melee, +4 Ranged Example: +10 Mirror Dimension Nexus Defense: +8 (+3 Base, +5 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +4 Knockback: -1/-11 (w/Forcefield) Saving Throws: 4 + 6 + 8 = 18PP Toughness: +2/12 (+2 Con, +10 Forcefield) -Impervious: 10 Fortitude: +6 (+2 Con, +4) Reflex: +8 (+2 Dex, +6) Will: +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 80R = 20PP Acrobatics 8 (+10) Bluff 8 (+12) Diplomacy 6 (+10) Escape Artist 12 (+14)SM Intimidate 6 (+10) Language 4 (native: English, French, Russian, Spanish, Latin) Notice 8 (+10)SM Perform (Acting) 4 (+8) Perform (oratory) 4 (+8) Sense Motive 8 (+10)SM Stealth 12 (+14)SM Feats: 15pp All Out Attack Fast Task (Feint) Dodge Focus 5 Improved Initiative 2 Luck 3 Power Attack Skill mastery 1 (Notice, Sense Motive, Escape Artist, Stealth) Uncanny Dodge (hearing) Powers: 20 + 49 + 24 = 93PP All Powers possess the Mutation Origin Descriptor Forcefield 10 (Dimensional Mirror Field; Extras: Impervious) [20PP] (Dimensional, Mirror) Mirror Dimensional Nexus 21.5 (43PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 6 )[49PP] (Dimensional,Mirror) Base Power: Blast 10 (Dimensional Refraction Blasts; Extras: Auto-fire, Feats: Accurate 3, Affects Insubstantial 2, Indirect 3, Improved Critical 2 (Dimension refraction blast), Precise,Variable Descriptor 2 (Dimensional)) {43/43} (Variable Descriptor 2: Dimensional) Alternate Power: Damage 10 (Dimensional Refraction Storm; Extras: Auto-fire,Area (shapable; Targeted 10-250 5x5x5 cubes) Feats: Accurate 3, Indirect 3, Precise, Progression 4 (area x 25), Variable descriptor 2 (Dimensional)) {43/43} (Variable Descriptor 2: Dimensional) Alternate Power: Move Object 10 (Looking Glass Knight; Extras: Damaging; Feats: Accurate 3, Affects Insubstantial 2 Indirect 3,Precise, subtle 2 Variable Descriptor 2 (Dimensional) {43/43} (Variable descriptor 2: Dimensional) Alternate Power: Deflect 8 (Mirror Barriers; All Ranged Attacks Extras: Reflect, Redirect) {40/40} (Dimensional Mirror) Alternate Power: Snare 10 (Mirror Prison; Feats: Accurate 3 Extras: Backlash, Regenerating){43/43} (Mirror Dimension) Alternate Power: Paralyze 10 (Reflection Binding; Feats: Progression Area 3 (x10) Extras: Range (ranged), Area (shapeable; 10-100 5x5x5 ft cubes, General)) {43/43} (Mirror Dimension, Reflections) Alternate Power: Teleport 9 (road between reflections; Extras: Accurate, portal ; Flaws: Medium (Reflective Surfaces); Feats: Easy, Change velocity, Subtle 2;) {40/43} (Dimensional, Mirror) Mirror Matrix 10 (20PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 4 )[24PP] (Dimensional, Mirror) Base Power: Enhanced Extra 20 ( "Mirror Armour"; Adds Reflective 2 (All) to Forcefield 10){20/20} (Dimensional, Mirror) Alternate Power: Immunity 20 ("Energy Defraction" immunity (Electromagnetic Energy and radiation (Very Common Descriptor)Extra: Duration (Sustained)){20/20} (Mirror, Dimensional) Alternate Power: Insubstantial 3 (Energy; Light ; Feats: Subtle; Extra: Linked) Immunity 2 (suffocation (all);Extra: Linked) Flight 1 (10mph 100ft a round; Extra: Linked) Alternate power: Obscure 5 ("Mirror Maze Haze" Affects All sense Types; Extra: Selective Attack Flaw: Range (Touch)) {20/20} Alternate Power: Concealment 10 ("Self reflection"; Concealment from All Senses Except Tactile Extras: Affects others Flaws: Miss chance Only) {20/20} (Dimensional, Mirror) DC Block Attack Effect Range Save Dimensional Refraction Bolt Damage 100ft DC25 Toughness (Staged) +autofire Dimensional Refraction Storm Damage Touch DC25 Toughness (Staged) + Autofire Looking glass Knight Move Obj/damage 100ft DC25 Toughness (staged) Mirror Prison Snare 100ft DC20 Reflex Reflection Binding Paralyze 100ft (10 5x5x5ft cube Area) DC20 reflex and DC20/15 Fortitude Unarmed Damage Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (14) + Saving Throws (18) + Skills (20) + Feats (15) + Powers (93)Drawbacks (0) = 180/180
  15. facs felt the familiarity of the distant distorted voices, though he couldn't make out what they were saying the cadence of the speach patterns tugged on his memories vaguely, taking a moment to touch shooting star on the shoulder to get her attention silently and holding up his hand to indicate a proposed stop to them both. touching his forefinger to his earlobe, pulling it away and extending his middle and ring fingers to join it, spread apart and seperate before joining them together and indicating the path straight ahead. he hoped he was being clear about what he meant but this kind of thing really wasn't his forte.
  16. can i tell how many voices and what direction they're in? just for indication purposes.
  17. I'll take 10 for 24 on notice. I'm also attempting to move sneakily so taking 10 on stealth (also 24) if applicable.
  18. Facsimile for his part shrugged silently as he hopped into the hole after starlight, she seemed comfortable taking the lead and whilst he was pretty strong and tough even without absorbing anything he was just shy of being bullet proof. His powers had developed to trade speed for depth and they had never been subtle so for now he opted to wait to see if anything kicked off before making a litteral flash and bang about. Binding the cord of his meteor hammer around his armband tightly gripping the mass of morphic molecules on the end to stiffle any noise its rattling might make he descended into the darkness. Whilst his eyes faltered his mind flared to life, gingerly plucking information from his surroundings as he slowly and steadily paced down the hallway.
  19. having returned to his flesh and blood form upon landing in the warehouse facsimile wasted no time in ignoring the structure for what he saw it to be, a cover operation and thanks to some pointers from archer about where to direct his focus he'd quickly picked up the trail of trace amounts of the blue drug, seems whatever they were transporting it in wasn't entirely sealed, small blessing, quite a stable chemical for what it was if it didn't react with the various atmospheric gasses. "Bit harsh don't you think archer?" he protested with a disarming chuckle. "we just prod fun at each other on occasion is all, i never miss the chance to make a pun, though that one was a bit more risque than i had intended, ment it more as a quick hairdressing appointment ya know? showing up and getting a cut and blowdry. or a show and blow if you will." he explained "keeps me sharp and the bozo's i fight off balance i reckon." "Me and him damn near came to blows when we first met, mostly my fault, I was acting high and mighty because i had a string of success as long as my arm and my wreckin' ball was fresh out the super science oven."
  20. facs guffawed a little, his concentration slipping just enough to bring him out of his focus. "yeah, yeah, I suck real good, too good some would say." witty comebacks would have to wait till his brain was back to its usual self. "definately something up with that warehouse, steel beneath the asphalt, buncha chemicals and take his how you will but something that my brain interprets only as "Blue", not blue coloured, but literally the colour blue ya dig?" he hummed "Not much of a science nerd myself so I couldn't tell you more than the composition of that other gunk, sounds like a secret drug lab basement though. don't think its Max or Zoom." his exposure to max and zoom had been minimal at best, mostly he got called in to do a locker sweep at some highschools where unusual athletic prowess had developed amongst otherwise normal individuals before a power trip lead to them hospitalising their percived enemies, most of the common blends at least he was familiar with. "Could be a more exotic blend i suppose; but i think your new stuff is...or perhaps was being made here, not picking up any people, but hey, i ain't infallible." and with that he was once again wind ready to swirl through the sky and into whatever miniscule gaps there might've been in the warehouse. "time for a bit of blowing and showing after all that sucking!"
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