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  1. Midtown, Freedom City, New Jersey The Goodman Building Friday, February 7, 2014 Despite the recent heavy snow, it was business as usual this Friday morning in Freedom City. The roads had been cleared, and though there were still piles of snow scattered about, it was otherwise just a rather typical, cold, winter day in the busy city. Mali Benjawan was driving a small white van through Midtown's busy streets. Normally, she would still be in classes at Claremont Academy over in Bayview Heights. But today she and a number of other students were departing for a rather unusual field trip that would last over the weekend. Inside the van were four of Mali's fellow students. Sitting in the front passenger seat was the one Mali knew best, Elias Silvestri, and the second oldest present. Seated in back seats were Georgia Montgomery, William Cline, and then the student Mali knew the least, one of the school's newest, Ralf Steiner. But Mali had little time to think about her fellow students riding in the van, as she maneuvered through the tight traffic along 40th Avenue. Then up ahead she saw their destination, the massive steel frame of the Goodman Building, its mirror-finished windows gleaming in the mid-morning sun. The top five floors of the Goodman Building was home to the famous Atom Family, one of whom would be acting as the chaperone and guide for the group of Claremont students on their outing.
  2. Between Freedom City University and various technology companies, the North End was well populated with coffee shops, cafes and bistros suited for relaxing between projects or last minute crunch time before a deadline. Few of them were strangers to eccentric clientele or outlandish fashions but the pair who had commandeered a table on the patio of the Hasbean Cafe surely pushed the limits. "How long dost thou intend to sit here?" Sekhmet sighed, eyelids barely open as she stretched under the summer sun with one toned arm resting behind her asymmetrical haircut. Wariness of her companion only just outweighed the goddess' urge to doze off, a feline instinct made more insistent in a form that actually required sleep. The smaller figure across from her was in no danger of sleep as he drummed the fingers of one hand rapidly along the table with tapping away at his smartphone with the other. "Why would we leave!" Set exclaimed, bouncing enough in his seat to tip his stylish sunglasses upward briefly and jostle his brick red dreadlocks. "Such delightful establishments are the very home of coolness, Sekhmet! We must soak up its trendy essence!" He punctuated the claim with an animated gesture at the rest of the patrons on the patio, most of whom were studiously focusing their attention on laptops and coffee cups. "Do you realize their wireless internets are entirely complementary?! Such an era of prosperous excess! And these charmingly tiny espresso beverages! Magnificent! You must try one, I've had three!"
  3. June 10th, Chicago, Illinois. GM The plan was simple. Mr. Landis organized some of the kids from the last trip, though this one was less involved in showing the woods and general survival tips (though the two students who demonstrated skill in the outdoors was a small bit of surprise). So this time it was a shift to an urban environment. Specifically his old stomping grounds given that he went to college at Northwestern. And since it was the end of the term, it made things even easier. Plus, cheating thanks to Sam's ability to teleport. Though the first day was largely getting the everyone there, and settled in the hotel, plus some Chicago style stuffed crust pizza. Today was a bit more of the tourist thing. "Alright everyone, today we are going to the Museum Campus on the lake, so we should be able to see three museums, give or take how fast we feel like going. Also, no one is allowed to replicate anything from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, andTona? No riding on top of the L, unless absolutely necessary." Said as he hustled the herd of kids up to the train, as otherwise it was a several mile trek out to the museums, instead of a cozy walk.
  4. We'll be using this soon enough! In the meantime, post as you will to establish your character going about their business in the North End near FCU.
  5. OOC for this. Can you guys gve me either a Gather Information or Knowledge - Streetwise before we start? Also, assume your characters are doing whatever would be appropriate for them to be doing in that part of town.
  6. Chipping In, or, I Know a Guy who Knows a Prince June 1st, Saturday, 11.13 AM, 2013. Southside, Jordan International Airport, nearby Gate 8 The sun beat down happily on a panting Freedom City, the inhabitants of the most super city in the world going about their lives with a renewed vigor as summer seemed to send a jolt through every heart. Even the normally frantically dull airport terminals thrummed with energy, none of the usual lethargy to be found anywhere in the glossy gold terminals or the shining blue stores. For Elias Silvestri and Cerys Pfer, the two students of Claremont Academy sent with Tony Pao, a member of the junior staff there to welcome a new arrival, it was mostly unseen. The airport employees rushing by with baggage carts did seem to be whistling more than normal, however. The trio were standing just off the airstip, watching as the silvery glint of an oncoming plane came roaring into view. "Almost ten minutes early, good going..." murmured Tony to himself, the Laotion-American smiling in relief as the small plane, emblazoned on its tail and hull with the white and red symbol of a white lion, announcing it as a craft from the mysterious and powerful African nation of Dakana. Leading the way over as the airport technicians moved the standalone staircase up against the door of the plane, Tony resumed his earlier explanation at an even, rapid clip: "Aidah Sesay's light powers only recently developed, but from what Dakana's scientists can determine they seem to be some kind of natural mutation. King M'Balla wants her to get a good education on her powers, and asked the Freedom League to set her up here for couple of years. She's grown up surrounded by people who deeply admire her family and gave her the same deference, so...keep a level head. Be nice" he added with a concerned look. With a metallic rattle the stairs clicked into place, the door slid open and a small troupe of Dakanans marched out, seemingly unfazed by the American noonday sun in summertime and dressed to the nines in their nation's finery, mostly neat and colorful robes marked with intricate geometric symbols, their shoulders bearing the royal seal and slim jewelry around their necks. All of them carried themselves with stately dignity, politely thanking the airport technicians as they passed down the steps. Their leader, a grave-faced woman with graying hair, nodded and smiled at the two students before turning to Tony, shaking his hand and beginning "Hello Mr. Pao, thank you for arranging to meet us at such short notice." "Oh, it wasn't any trouble Mz. Okoro. On behalf of Claremont Academy, allow me to welcome you to Freedom City!" the former diplomat said cheerily, beaming at the reserved band "Is Ms. Sesay-" "HELLLLOOOOOOO FREEDOOOOOOM!" resounded a gleeful shout from the plane, announcing the emergence of a slender teenaged Dakanan girl dressed in much less subdued colors than the rest, wearing a large blue flowered hat over a beehive hairdo and sunglasses that looked slightly more expensive than what Cerys and Elias were wearing put together. Leaping onto the railing with a click of her high-heeled sandals she slid down it, leaping off just in time to land with a flair next to the two Claremonters. "Your new goddess has arrived, and brought the sun with her!" Lowering her sunglasses a little she raised an immaculate eyebrow as she looked the odd duo up and down. "And you two are...?" she asked with a barely-concealed smirk "Aidah! Behave, we are guests and each represent the nation." the older woman said crisply, getting a flinch and resentful look from the young woman, who nonetheless nodded, turned back and sulkily offered her impeccable hand "Greetings to you from the Land of the White Lion, I'm Aidah Sesay, I believe you are to be my schoolmates?" her voice was a little more heavily accented than that of the older Dakanans, and unlike the rest her robe reached only to her knees while her arms were bare.
  7. Saturday January 18th 2014 West End 10:30 am Just another day in the city, in particular the West End. People minding their own business is what's going on, nothing out of the ordinary. However, there's a certain air of tension filling the normally far more lively and pleasant neighborhood. As if something had been brewing slowly in the last few weeks or even months. A sharp eye could notice there had been some degradations in a few places around the West End, that in some places the neighborhood had turned a little more intimidating or even dangerous. Noises fill the air as police cars pass by in the street, their sirens blaring. Something is going on, that’s for sure.
  8. 2AM (Los Angeles time) December 5, 2013 Richard Cline sipped his coffee and checked his 1989 Chrono-Quartz digital watch, a 20th anniversary present that he would get tired of about the time his son stopped asking him when he was going to learn how to text. Six am in Freedom City. Better get moving. "Juanita," he said, slapping a twenty down to pay for the several cups he'd drunk that morning, "your coffee is great every night, but this stuff?" he picked up the cup and winked, glad as ever he'd found this greasy spoon diner instead of the trendy coffee shops everyone else seemed to hit in LA. "Totally radical." He stepped out of the shop, let his feet hit the pavement - and ran. Back in the late 90s when he and Paige had been trying to have a kid, Richard had sat down for the first time with a science-type and figured out how his powers worked. Behind all the nerd stuff, the German guy they'd hired had been pretty straightforward: first he emitted a chroniton field that stopped time all around himself, freezing everyone and everything in a nanosecond bubble of no-time as his powers washed over everything like paint on a tie-dyed shirt. And then he turned his power on himself, accelerating his own subjective time so that he was running faster than a man, faster than a plane, faster than Johnny Rocket, as he laughed at the sound barrier and reached his typical cruising speed of 20,000 miles an hour. At the end of a run, he reversed the process, slowing himself back down again, then restarting local time so that he synched back up with the rest of the world. From Richard's perspective, though, it was like this - Olvera Street slowed to first a crawl, then a stand-still as Richard sprinted down the zigzag brick street. Pause. A moment later, as acceleration kicked in, the city erupted to life again as Fast-Forward rocketed down blurred LA streets faster than a jet could fly, Richard's phenomenal reflexes turning speeding cars and zipping bikes into so many standing-still slowpokes. Play. As he left the LA basin behind, Richard reached down his watch and hit the timer button, a smile curling his lips. "Time to fast-forward!" he exulted as he hit hypersonic speed, the wind in his face like a summer breeze as the world became a series of slow-moving images and garbled sounds, the thousands of miles between LA and Freedom City falling away like a sprint around the block. 8 and a half minutes from LA to Freedom City. Four slow, slow minutes buying a box of assorted doughnuts at World's Fair in St. Louis. His watch beeped at 6:13 as he hit the streets of Freedom City and Richard slowed down, coming to a halt just outside the Cline family's brand-new front door at six-fifteen on the dot. He glanced down at his watch and turned off the little timer, keeping a grimace off his face. Fifteen minutes to go cross-country. I'm turning into Don freaking Ameche here! He pushed that thought down, reminding himself that today wasn't about the old man, today was about his boy and the family taking him to school. Holly was asleep, or at least her lights were off, but even still there was no burdening his little girl with her dad's unhappy thoughts. He glanced back at the white picket fences around the house and opened the door; his leather jacket was hanging up and costume in his belt buckle faster than a normal man could blink, and he set the box of donuts down where they'd stay warm in the kitchen. All right, time for breakfast...Freedom City was cold, so reluctantly he turned on the electric stove, flipping his way through five or six cookbooks until he remembered where he'd left Will's favorite Mexican bacon and egg recipe. This was a big day for the kid - better get it started off right!
  9. OOC thread for thread. Two of the most reserved Claremont students get to chaperone a young Dakanan noblewoman bursting with energy and unafraid to speak her mind. I can't see that going awry!
  10. Ari

    Class Gambit (IC)

    GM Claremont Academy, garden paths September 16th, Monday, 10.15AM The brief, terse letter each of the teen heroes had been given after morning classes led them there at the crossroads, to wait for a meeting with the dour Edme Dupont, one of the rotating Ethics and Superhuman Law teachers who had an uncanny gift for knowing exactly what topics to emphasize for maximum effect. 'Student,' they ran 'you and four others have been selected for the chance to perform an extracurricular exercise. I and the others faculty hope this encourages team-building spirit and your abilities to work in tandem. Assemble at the garden path juncture before 10.20AM, I will meet you there if you wish to attempt it' Under the bright morning sun, the fog banks were quickly evaporating, but the ones still drifting over the city gave the dew-speckled lawns and crisp buildings a strangely lovely quality. The air was beginning to heat up in anticipation of the day to come.
  11. So... Semi follow up to the Camping trip. Was thinking of a field trip out, and this time it being a day trip. Maybe to New York. Or going out to the beach to spend the day picking up the beach of volunteer work.
  12. GM 2013, February 28th, Wednesday, 12.05 PM Freedom City, Bayview, Claremont Academy, Mathias Cooke Wing, Room 206B The place was Freedom City. The year was 1965, and the dim room had just gone through one of the harrowing stories of the human race on the brink. Some of the impact was lost on the more apathetic, dead or alien students, but everyone at least kind of looked interested. Dr. Amelia Valero clicked to the last slide, showing a faded 1960s picture of the bulky and purple Soarazon fleet roaring back into the sky, the Freedom League watching them go. The distinguished-looking woman paced forward, declaring placidly "That single stroke by Galatea and Sea-King was enough. The warlike Soarazons had never encountered mercy or forgiveness before from other races during an attack since the High Wars, and so they left Earth at once in the company of Star Knight to surrender themselves to the Lor fleet, vowing never to return." She smiled dourly "This vow has been broken at least twice before, each time on the anniversary of the attack, although each time the blockade fleet informs us that they stopped the invaders far from our system's borders. Something to think about when you go to Astronomy" she added with a faint grin. Looking over the lines of seated students her cool brown eyes flicked up to the clock at the back of the room(catching a few furtive backwards glances with a silent rebuke) the Supers History teacher sighed almost imperceptibly for those without super-hearing and began to put back together her notes and the class textbook. "I'm afraid time's up for today, class. Tomorrow we'll start in on the latter 1960s. All Tectonic, all the time!" the answering groan from the students got a real laugh from the sturdy Latin woman "Alright, settle down, I'm joking. He was a very crucial figure though. and his exploits fighting the Vibrator are difficult to believe. Dismissed!" In an instant the classroom burst into motion, the lights came back on and the dozens of students surged back out into the halls, most of them chatting happily to each other in small knots of friendship, handing in late papers with suitably apologetic looks to the briskly polite professor, or charging off alone to something they were already ten minutes late for, legs pumping furiously. Six students however were called back in. "Ah, Mr. Silvestri! Sondo! Stelzer! Griffith, Andrews, Solarin!" the last three were directed at a tall and refined-looking African boy, a stocky and grumpy British girl with dark red hair, and a muscular, excited American boy with bright blue eyes and black hair. She raised an eyebrow as she scanned over a small sheet on her desk "Lot of 'S' names in my classes for some reason. Anyway, since you did so well on the last test(and I must admit, in your case I'm astounded, Mr. Stelzer) I want you all to band together and do a mini-project on alien invasions of the 1960s. It has to be at least twenty pages if written, ten minutes if a recording of some kind, otherwise you're free to do as you like! Any questions?" She asked with a warm smile.
  13. February 8th, 2013 6:58 pm Claremont Academy Darren adjusted his rear view mirror, tilted it down so he could look at himself. He stared at his blue eyes a moment, ran one finger around the lower lid to smooth the lashes, and then bent the mirror back into place. The Mercy's engine hummed quietly as he idled at the edge of the Claremont visitor parking lot. Darren faced the steering wheel and twisted his nerves back into shape. He tapped the radio on and turned the volume down so he could focus on looking out the passenger window towards the dorms. Darren checked the clock: six fifty-eight. Elias was supposed to meet him at seven, and the whole thing was rapidly starting to resemble a date more than he'd intended. His sister had teased him relentlessly over it and, to his unending embarrassment, accused him of not knowing how to do actual 'friend stuff'. He tried not to think about it too hard, not totally convinced that Elias wouldn't hear him worrying, and instead occupied his thoughts with curses about Anna's incredible ability to push his buttons. “It's gotta be part of the powers.†Darren touched his forehead to the steering wheel and sighed. “How does he not have a phone? Come on, Elias, 2013.â€
  14. Errant Power Level: 7/10 (105/152PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 47 In Brief: Refugee from New Freedom, thrust into the world on his own, trying to find his way, and answers to questions about his parents. Alternate Identity: Elias Silvestri (Birth name: Hector Aguayo III) Identity: Secret Birthplace: New Freedom Occupation: Student, Costumed Adventurer Affiliations: Claremont Family: Hector (Father, Haywire), 'Elizabeth' (Mother, Cattavaria), and 'Uncle' Corso (Courser) Description: Age: 16 Apparent Age: 16 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Causcasian [italian], Hispanic, Vietnamese. Height: 5'9 Weight: 154 Eyes: Hazel Hair: Shaved (Dark Brown) Errant is an austere fellow. His expression serious and severe, his eyebrows seemingly in a perpetual scowl. Though when he smiles it almost night and day in contrast, looking more his age when that is the case. He has an olive complexion, with startling contrasting eyes. Generally he keeps his hair buzzed or shaved off entirely. His clothes follow that utilitarian outlook. He wears the standard Claremont uniform. The only addition being a a full mask over his features, and the Israeli military boots. When he is not dressed as a Claremont uniform, and 'on duty' he favors clothes that blend in to his surroundings, and adopting a mask still, where necessary. Power Descriptions: His telepathic powers have little to no manifestation, and seem to be tied to his Ego and Super Ego. And seems to be far more refined versions of what his father had. Thus far his telekinetic powers manifestations have been more instinctual, relating to the id, thus far, existing as an additional passive sense. His ability to telekinetically parry is a refined defensive reaction to stimulus, it visually is represented as a localized distortion of force to intercept attacks. His powers are growing and evolving. After all the program's result was to breed someone with abilities that comprised both of his parents powers. Thus far he seems to have developed a more focused version of his father's abilities. Though refining his powers was not a goal of his mother as she raised him, afraid of the potential outcomes, however his telepathic powers arrived too early and too strongly to be denied. However, now that he is out in the world the changes are speeding up, as his preternatural prowess seems to let him adapt and seems to be related to whatever wiring in his mind that supplements his psionic powers. If not being derived from his mothers abilities. History: His backtory is tied, in part, to that of New Freedom, and to a large degree how the shadows of his parents decisions fell onto his life. His parents were selected by the Harper regime to be 'matched' so as to produce a child with a more likely chance to possess abilities. His father, Hector, was a Marxist revolutionary with fascist leanings who came from a family sympathetic to the Psions methods, and later was a loyal man for Jade Harper. His mother, Elena, was the daughter of a U.S. expatriate, and his Vietnamese wife, who fled to New Freedom during the late 60's. While Hector bought wholesale into Jade Harper's aims, Elizabeth's parents did not and that reflected on the girl, who managed to just pay lip service to the indoctrination desired by Harper. Eventually Elena and Hector were paired in the hopes they would bring forth children that would be possessed of useful abilities. Elena being an operative with considerable protential who adapted to the harsh realities of New Freedom, particularly after her parents' demise, and Hector one of the established stars of the new regime. Elena, had no desire to further these particular plans and desires of her superiors, even if it meant she didn't have to do missions. Fortunately for her, it seemed as those she was barren, and rather than terminate the marriage as a source of embarassment, it was allowed for Hector be allowed to dally, so as to not kill a resource like Elena. It was something Elena could contend with. That changed after the Terminus invasion. Something happened to Hector during that time, the specifics are unclear, but whatever Hector experienced changed him. Already something of a ruthless man, he became prone to psychotic rages, and became obsessed with continuing 'his line.' And saw Elena's inability to bear children as an affront to him. During that time Elena spent most of her time overseas, until it seemed as though her had calmed down. He waited for less than a week after she returned. The news of his wife's pregnancy seemed to calm him down tremendously, though he ruled over her coldly and mercilessly. It was when she felt her son's dawning psychic consciousness that she new she could not stay. After the birth of the boy, he calmed greatly, though it seemed as though Hector was firmly incapable of feeling emotions in teh same fashion most did, and the man's submersion deeper into the New Freedom indoctrination offered some stability to him, or at least it prevented him from lashing out at the boy. Elena bided her time and gathered her favors together, and her resources, and made her escape with her son while Hector was in a meeting. He returned home to be greeted by an explosive. Using most of her favors owed to her, as well as incurring some debts, Elena managed to take her son, who she called Lorenzo, and managed to find succor, albeit temporarily, in Singapore. Paying off her debts through a few missions, with the aid an old ally, Courser, she stayed there several years, until she could barter her way back to the United States. Once there, she went out into the high desert of Eastern Oregon and hid, with only Courser (Uncle Corso) being a link to the world at large. There she raised her son, unfortunately it was done with her paranoia over being found in place, and so his childhood was largely stemming from the circumstances that led to that. His mother reinforced, early on, boundaries on her telepathically precocious son, as she desired to not have him end up like his father. This was a lesson that he took to heart, as his mother allowed him to access her memories about those events, and he got to feel those events from her perspective. It did work, driving into him an aversion of the kind of victimizing behavior Elena was worried he might inherit. The only constant figure in his life, besides her, was Uncle Corso, who helped round out the boy's education, who often came to visit when Elena had to go and continue to pay her debts. This status quo lasted for over a decade, until there came a point where Lorenzo started to chafe under these restrictions, knowing there was more than what he had been exposed to. Then it happened, Corso appeared, bloodied and explained to Elena that her husband was coming. Hurriedly thrusting into Lo's hands things she had prepared for this occasion before her husband appeared, along with several armed men. Elena started exchanging gunshots to buy them some time, before Corso exerted himself greatly to teleport the boy onto a rooftop in Freedom City. Lo was able to snatch up some thoughts as this was happening, getting some information, and an the last thing he heard was his mother telling him to be better, and to get to the Claremont academy and then... He was alone. In an unfamiliar place, reaching out to his mother's thoughts only to be overwhelmed by the sheer number of people around him. Once he was able to push out all the extra thoughts, he set about doing what his mother had trained him to do: survive, adapt, flourish. However the context was entirely new. Personality & Motivation: Lorenzo is a serious and somewhat withdrawn guy. Amazingly well adjusted considering how he was raised, he just doesn't know how to interact sometimes, and he is a little awkward. Though as he learns, that is not terribly unique, he is just lagging a bit behind others in his age group. His arrival into Freedom City gave him a bit of a shock, as he was exposed to innumerable number of minds, and it was more than overwhelming, and while he is primarily driven by the selfish urge to resolve the questions he has, his ability to feel the pain of others in the almost literal sense gives him an immediate temper to that drive. He knows, full well the suffering of others, it is a weight he is aware of, and he cannot ignore it. Which is opposite to his normal preference to avoid open conflict. Or so he believes, as he had a surprising competitive streak just waiting to get out, which might be a manifestation to passive adaptive abilities, and his desire to challenge himself and to spur himself further allows them to escalate. Powers & Tactics: Given the nature of his powers, he prefers, currently, to list back avoid direct confrontation. Currently he is able to provide a good bit of support and that is where her prefers to be. His mother's lessons on avoidance still in his mind. And truthfully, he knows he is not able to hang in the front, though he does know that his abilities give him quite an edge in relaying information to others. Complications: Secret: Identity. If who he is got out could be a political issue, and certainly his father is still after his son. Awkward Teenage Blues: Not being properly socialized growing up, his abilities, and due to circumstance he is a little distrusting of others, plus he is incredibly candid, and as such, has issues with normal social interactions. Fish out of Water: Being around all these people... it's a new experience (and a bit of a system shock to his powers). While smart enough to adapt, there are still going to be things that blindside him for awhile. Secrets Comes Home to Roost: His final moments with his mother and Corso garnered him an info dump that is still jarring. Now he has more and more questions. And he wants answers. Principled Refusal: Learned early on that he had the ability to twist thoughts and hearts about. While he will use his powers to influence others a little, he felt his mother's revulsion at what his father did, and as such he refuses to do lasting changes to others' psyche (Will never use Mental Transform, Mind Control, or Mind Switch off his array, even if it might be beneficial). Red Rage of Compassion: Errant's empathy is not the intellectualized synthesis of another's emotions, he experiences those feelings, fully, and in context of the associated memories. As such, it takes effort for him to abide suffering, and he is apt to lash out at the abuser, no matter his involvement with the abusee. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 6 + 4 + 6 + 0 = 20 PP Strength 10 (+0) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 16 (+3) Intelligence 14 (+2) Wisdom 16 (+3) Charisma 10 (+0) Combat: 6 + 8 = 14 PP Attack: +3 Defense: +7 (+4 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Initiative: +10 Grapple: +3 Knockback: -3/-1 Saving Throws: 2 + 3 + 3 = 8 PP Toughness: +7/+3 (+3 CON, +4 Enhanced Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +5 (+3 CON, +2) Reflex: +5 (+2 DEX, +3) Will: +6 (+3 WIS, +3) Skills: 52r = 13 PP Concentration 7 (+10) Craft (Mechanical) 2 (+4) Craft (Structural) 2 (+4) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 2 (+4) Knowledge (Tactics) 4 (+6) Medicine 4 (+7) Notice 7 (+10) Search 4 (+6) Sense Motive 12 (+15) Stealth 4 (+6) Survival 4 (+7) Feats: 10 PP Dodge Focus 3 Eidetic Memory Evasion Improved Initiative 2 Improvised Tools Jack of All Trades Luck Powers: 31 + 2 + 7 = 40 PP Telepathic Array 14 (Power Feats: Alternate Power 3) [31 PP] (All Psionic, Telepathic) Base: Damage 7 ( Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Range 2 [Perception]) [28 PP] (mental blast; psychic crush) Alternate Power: Emotion Control 7 (Extras: Area Burst (35'), Selective Attack) [28 PP] (Empathic) Alternate Power: Paralyze 7 (Extras: Range [Perception]) [28 PP] 'synaptic feedback loop' Alternate Power: Communication 7 (Extras: Area) [14 PP] (telepathic broadcast) + Mind Reading 7 (Extras: Area, Sensory Link; Flaws: Feedback) [14 pp] (telepathic scan) Enhanced Feats 2 ([Defensive Roll 2) [2 PP] 'telekinetic parry' Super-Senses 6 (Tremorsense [Penetrates Concealment], Uncanny Dodge [Tremorsense]) 'Telekinetic web.' [7 pp] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Mental Blast Perception DC22 Will (Staged) Damage (Psionic) Paralyze Perception DC17 Will (Staged) Paralyzed/Slow (Psionic) Emotion Control Burst (35') DC17 Will Emotion Mind Reading Perception DC17 Will Mind Reading/Mental Grapple Abilities (20) + Combat (14) + Saving Throws (8) + Skills (13) + Feats 10) + Powers (40) - Disadvantages (0) = 105/152 PP
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