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GM The Painted Desert, Arizona September 22nd, 2020 14:00 PM Doctor Alexander Macedon stepped out of the van, and into the bright light of the Arizona desert. If his heavy backpack weighed him down in old age, he didn't show. He was an older man, having pushed past 70 some years ago. He would tell anyone that bothered to ask that he was retired, and yet, he was, standing in the Painted Desert once again. Once again, the headmistress had convinced him to take a group of students on a survival class. He could only hope that it went better than the last time. Macedon's hair was thinning and grey, bordering on white. His beard was cut short, barely more than stubble. His left eye was hidden behind an eyepatch, with horn-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He wore khaki pants, a white dress shirt that was already starting to stain from sweat. His boots were heavy, but solid. Dressed for the weather. His well worn cowboy had was held in his hand, lightly fanning his face. He wore a slightly oversized revolver in a holster on the right side of his belt. Turning to the van, he grumbled something, before speaking up. "Alright, hurry up and get out here, kids. We don't want to waste more sunlight than we have to." The students were even younger than the ones in last batch. Fine. He'd deal with that. More of them were just regular people, no powers, just training or tech. He could respect that. He had even allowed them to bring their gear, as long as they carried it themselves. For emergencies, of course. Not just for the regular class. "Rule number one: I give an order, you follow that order. This is a survival class. You're going to learn how to survive if you ever end up in a place like this. No buts, if or maybes. As far as you're concerned, I am in charge."

OOC for this. @Kaede Kimura, @Tiffany Korta, @RedSpine, @Nerdzul

In some ways, going to Claremont Academy was like going to any high school. There was plenty of academic work, meals in the cafeteria, sports, dances, all the same drudgery and fun that any teenager could expect from their education. In other ways, though, it was very different. Not all students, for instance, got signed up to do after-school study with members of the Freedom League! Patrol with the Freedom League was something of a pilot program this year. The Claremont students got to experience patrolling the city with experienced heroes who could offer tips and answer questions, and the League members got to serve their community and build ties with the school. It seemed destined to be a winning combination. At least, Stesha certainly hoped it was going to be. Fleur de Joie had been a vocal proponent of the program, and she was eager enough to see it succeed that she volunteered to take the first patrol shift. When she'd gotten the profiles of the students she'd be working with, well, it had been easy to decide who she'd ask to work with her. Tiamat seemed a natural fit, and it would probably be very entertaining to watch her interacting with the kids. Claremont patrols started fairly early, around 9pm, so at 8:45 Stesha was waiting outside the school gymnasium, wearing her costume and browsing through the League's text-tip line to see if anything might be brewing tonight. "Well, here we go," she murmured to Tiamat while they waited for the students. "Ready to teach the next generation?"

Late December 2020 A beach south of Freedom City It was a time, Sea Devil had assured everyone, of great importance. Hydra in her wisdom had provided a great blessing here in the coldest, darkest time of the year, a gift of food, and light, and shelter. Aquaria had guided her people to the site and with a little help from the Freedom League, the nearest tribe of Deep Ones had eaten well - and without conflict with surface-dwellers or Atlanteans. But most of that tribe was gone now, migrating out to the deep waters off the coast that stayed the same temperature in any season. So it was just Aquaria, her friends, and a few straggling Deep Ones to commemorate this rare blessing for her people. She had begged, pleaded with those she loved to help make this occasion a truly special one, and with a few promises of cleaning here and quiet there, she had won the help of important allies for a rare, glorious holiday amid a site made holy by the occasion. The best part was - it counted as community service hours, just the thing after the last time she'd gotten in a little trouble with the law of the Surfacers earlier in the year. Come to think of it, Indira had been there for that one too - maybe why she'd come along this time? It was hard to say. And so it was in late December that Sea Devil and Singularity crouched inside the almost completely skeletonized remains of a beached whale that Aquaria had assured all her Surfacer friends had been dead before her arrival there a couple of weeks before, Sea Devil wearing a crown of teeth and other bones and not much else to mark the role she played in the ceremony as Dagon, Jessie wearing - well, Jessie had preferred her own garb for the celebration and Aquaria could hardly blame her, the traditional Hydra garb not really being suitable for a great many reasons. Still she was here, making a sacrifice out of love, and as usual Aquaria was touched by emotions too profound for words. Crouched inside the skeleton, Aquaria laid a wet hand on Jessie's and hissed "You are the best friend anyone could want." Then she began to sing; a short, ponderous song about the blessing of the cold dark sea, and how in certain very special times of the year, Dagon and Hydra awarded their children special tokens of their esteem before she popped her head out of the rib cage and bellowed at the top of her lungs before adding a translation for the benefit of the humans in the audience - mostly a few volunteers from local communities and a couple of students from Claremont: AUSPICIOUS SEASON! Back inside, she turned a joyful smile on Jessie, an impressive sight indeed, and raised her two thumbs high to encourage Jessie to take her part. - Outside, Nightscale's extra credit project was certainly giving him something interesting to talk about. He was the oldest student there for once, a few first-years there in the company of Mr. Sadler, a parent volunteer who'd been a hero back in the far-off days of the early 1990s, being his Claremont escorts. There'd been music, and food already - hot apple cider brought over from the nearby small town, all of it locally caught fish fried over hot coals, though the 'locals' on the scene here were scaly fish-frogs that looked like they could bite his head off. The Deep Ones he'd seen in Claremont lectures had been fearsome beasts laying waste to Freedom City and fighting superheroes; the half-dozen here (besides Aquaria, the Deep One hero) didn't seem interested in much other than eating fish and watching the ceremony - though he was conscious occasionally of big black-and-gold eyes cast his way.

GM Claremont Academy October 15th, 2020 5:00 PM Sebastian Shields had not been happy about the events of the day that he had returned to Claremont after the summer. No, the way everyone had acted, like he was not better than him? It was simply not acceptable. He had been busy, since then. If the newly enrolled students wouldn't give him the respect that he deserved, then he would teach them why they should respect him. He would be better than all of them. All he needed was a team. Eddie Fell was the logical choice. Of course Sebastian needed Chump. Any good team needed some muscles, and Eddie was loyal. He wouldn't even need a nudge to help. Charlene Hart had been by Sebastian's side for a while. The two had often been seen together, at least ever since he had convinced her to go to prom with him. He had helped her, he had calmed her down. She was loyal, would never disobey him. Toxin got to be the second member of the team, her mere touch would be enough to stop anyone from messing with him. Sebastian quickly decided that he didn't need more boys for his team. No, Chump was quite enough. Melanie Cutter was a good choice. No powers, but she had extensive training and she was a killer with that bladed whip. He even liked her codename, Stinger, even if the redhead would probably challenge him a bit more than he would like, but that was fine. Sebastian would enjoy convincing her otherwise. Finally, the team needed some legitimacy, so of course he made friends with Cassie Dugan. Having the vice-principal's daughter on the team would open doors, and she filled in the much needed spot of a flier. She didn't really want to do it, but she did like the attention it would get her. Bluebird probably wouldn't cause too much trouble for Sebastian. So, his team had been set, and on October 1st, Sebastian made a big show out of presenting his group to everyone. Of course, no one else needed to do anything anymore. After all, they were the new big team at Claremont: The New Young Freedom. They had been busy in the few weeks after that, breaking curfew, fighting bad guys and punks. Not really any super villains or anything like that, and of course they did it in secret. Not like anyone would tell on them, that would just get others in trouble too. But... there were rumors. Maybe they had beaten up some kids for just causing a bit of trouble. Maybe the kids had not really done anything really bad, at least not something that deserved that? Maybe it was just a rumor. After all, they were heroes, right? Maybe not everyone trusted Casanova.

OOC for this. @Cubismo, @Nerdzul, @RedSpine, @Heritage

GM The Neighborhood Bodega near Claremont Academy February 1st, 2021 Afternoon, after classes had ended It was time for some of the newer students to take a trip to the neighborhood bodega. Danica thought so, at least. She had rounded up Luke, Leon and Muirne and off they went for cheap junk food! The weather was quite nice, if a bit chilly. It had started snowing a few hours earlier, and was still going, but the snowfall was light and inobtrusive. The group was just exiting the bodega with their bounty in hand when a strange wind blew through the street. It was warm, cutting a path through the falling snow, with a strong smell of ozone and rust along as it went. In a flash, an armored vehicle appeared, driving through the tunnel in the snowfall at full speed, tearing down the road. It was not alone. Seconds later, a pair of Omegadrones appeared in the same manner, flying straight after the vehicle.

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GM The Nicholson School, Freedom City September 9th, 2020 9:00 AM Most of the students at Claremont Academy started their super heroic student life just there. Few were even aware that a school existed for younger children, where they could learn to control and use their powers, just be children or maybe learn a little something more. Students from the Nicholson School would at times visit Claremont, but students from Claremont coming to Nicholson was rare. But as it happened, two students from Claremont had been requested to visit Nicholson. A work study, of sorts. Helping out in a few classes, show the kids that you could end up anywhere and be just fine. A blonde haired man around 40 was waiting for them as they approached the school gates. He had a full beard, his long hair tied into a ponytail. He was wearing a white dress shirt and dress pants. He wore a red tie with Mickey Mouse heads printed all over it. He was fiddling with his tie while he waited for the Claremont students to arrive.

OOC for this. @Heritage, @Nerdzul

Claremont, Bayville, Freedom City October 31st, 2020 Just before Sunset Halloween was always a fun time at Claremont those that weren’t taking the younger kid trick or treating had a party or movie marathon planned for the evening. A few even had a quiet night by either themselves or a partner. Unfortunately you three you’re still stuck waiting for an audience, for either good or bad, with headmistress. It seems that for some reason everyone was a little more snippy and irritable than normal and a the place had been busy with various students with injuries only available at a school for powered individuals. Still at whilst a little late the last three of you were about to get to meet the dread headmistress and after that they’d be home free, its not like it could get any worse after all...

October 13th, lunch period at Claremont. Fall had arrived and was here to stay, and many in Claremont Academy wouldn't have it any other way. Many shared stories filled with terror and gloom, of unknowing brusks with supernatural doom. Across social platforms however a curious story began to spread, of kids and teens finding a decrepit and decidedly Gothic Manor appearing in places one shouldn't be around the city. Some said they saw it deep in an alley way, others that they saw it in places where they knew someones house or business stood before. Without anything more than hearsay though it would be easy enough to just dismiss as someones attempt at making fresh creepypasta if it wasn't for the fact that no mods of any sort seemed to take notice of these posts no matter how many rules were broke in the comments. An interesting mystery for sure but one seemingly destined to be forgotten. Or it was. Lunch Period had only just started and the assorted teens of Claremont Academy were already pushing and shoving their way past each other to claim the best tables and other seating when two in the crowd heard the very distinct sound of someone they knew calling their names. "Hey! Pol, Luke! Over here!" Zach called out, raising his voice only loud enough to be heard over the clamor of the crowd as he made his way to whichever of the two was closest and waving the other over. "You two see those stories about the teleporting house? I figured out where it's going to show up next. You two want in on cracking that ball of weird wide open?"

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Bayview Mall Freedom City, NJ Monday, the 17th of August 2020 12:38 PM Though school was nearly back in session, the last heady days of summer vacation were still slowly slinking towards their end. Thus, the malls of Freedom City were still seeing a great deal of use by the teenaged population of the city. In Bayview, that often meant that there were at least some students and students-to-be from the isolated and prestigious Claremont Academy. Thus, as sunlight lanced through skylights and windows, crowds of shoppers sought the newest fad Thing and students soon to return to class fled from the reality of their impending imprisonment. A gentle breeze wafted through the air, carrying with it the myriad scents of a mall - perfumes, scented candles, cleaning products, and even the smells of foods of varying qualities. It was a lovely day, with just the barest hints of clouds marring the beautiful blue beyond the skylights. Some people, however, brought with them an abnormal tension, and those snippets of their conversations audible over the noises of the mall were... disturbing. "- don't think that they'll tolerate it for long, do you?" "No, no, of course not. It's just, it's been three months!" "It'll be fine. They'll deal with it. Just you wait." "But what if-"

‘God this place looks way creepier after dark.’ Sure Luke could actually see clearly, even with no lights, perks of being a mythological monster in disguise, yet while perhaps it was just his imagination, the young man could not shake the feeling that Claremont did feel a bit like a haunted castle if you looked at the place in the right way. He had been circling the Academy for a while, trying to find a way in, but turns out that a school for heroes valued its privacy and his confidence in being able to get past its walls unnoticed was getting lower with every passing minute. 'This is pointless.' And risky, what if they caught him? That would be an interesting way to start the school year, especially as a scholarship student. And yet, there he was. ‘Maybe I should just get to bed…’ No way though. He wanted to see Claremont on his own terms and it was gonna happen tonight. Sure, the tour a few days before had been very convincing (kinda awesome if you asked him), but that was the whole point right? Show off the place at its best, with all its glitters, glamours and magics. That was not enough for the teenage boy though, he wanted to see past the paint job, check if there was rust underneath. Trust was good, he knew that, in fact kinda of a necessity in his future line of work, but he was still putting his life in the hands of these people and truth was, he didn't know anything about them, or the Academy. It was only fair... Besides it was not like he was there to commit a crime (well technically), just taking a peak. 'Whatever.' So there he was, black sweatpants and sneakers, hands struck in the pocket of his hoodie, darting from one shadow to the next. ‘If anyone sees me they must think I must be the most foolish burglar in the world.’ The thought made him chuckle. Yeah trying to get into an academy for superheroes. ‘Come on! It’s a school, not freaking Fort Knox, there should be a way…’ @Heritage

Freedom City. Claremont Academy. 8 AM. August 10, 2020 Chronia A certain young (ish) woman was…kind of bored, actually. Who was she? What was she? When was she? Where was she? Why was she there? How did she get here? All very good questions. To answer them, she’d have to get her brain in gear and that sounded like effort. And as the world wasn’t currently interesting…nah. People were talking. Mom. Aunt Serah. Someone with a weird seasonal name. No more talking, going somewhere. Oh, outside. Some good byes. Perfunctory thing, with no need for actual thought. And then she was alone. But not for long. She had caught a word or two about a guide or something.

Here is some stuff for Nightscale. Will update when I got more done. Character Sheet Reputation HellQ

Luke Landers Aka NightScale Power Level: 8 [12] (150/226PP) Unspent Power Points: 76 Trade-Offs: Human form: None In Brief: Friendly neighborhood fire breathing monster. Bad powers, good people. Catchphrase: “I’m fire, I’m death… God now that I say it out loud it sounds lame” Theme: None for now Alternate Identity: Luke Landers, Nightscale Birthplace: Unknown Residence: A trailer park in Southside, Freedom City Base of Operations: Claremont Academy Occupation: Student (but much likely to take whatever odd job he finds) Affiliations: None for now Family: George Landers (Adoptive Father, 39 years old Dockworker), Johanna Bowers (Adoptive mother, 37 years old, Waitress), Gabriel Landers (younger brother, 11 years old) Description: Age: 16 (2003.15.11) Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian (German). Height: 5'11'' Weight: 165 lbs Eyes: Green Hair: Blond (dyed black) Luke is a young man, in his late teen he has a lean athletic build, he is green eyed and has a playful smile almost permanently stuck to his lips. He tries to stay clean shaved (he consider the first few sprout of beard to be pretty ugly looking), but doesn't always find time for it. He dyes his naturally blond hair black, although he had sparks of his natural color show up here and there. Naturally pale, his skin has a tanned hue due to the time spent outside. He has a few tattoos, a black band on one arm, a tiger on his right shoulder and an abstract tribal that goes up from his right leg toward his back. He dresses casually and on the cheap side, clearly assembling his outfit thanks to bargain bins or the salvation army shops. Well worn sweatpants or jeans, sneakers that had seen better days, sleeveless t-shirts, tank tops or flannel shirts, faded old hoodies, with the logos of rock or metal bands from ages ago (in teenage terms). He wears no jewelry, with the exception of a simple leather strap around his neck and a fang necklace, he doesn't own a watch, he worn a stolen one for a while, but he had ditched it when he had his change of heart. When change shape Luke becomes a massive scaled monster, taking the semblance of a western dragon, like the ones you see in fantasy books, or old depictions of monster slaying saints and demigods. He has polished black scales, with golden hues, sharp claws and a collection of fearsome fangs and long series of golden crests that go from the back of his neck to his tail. His eyes lose their natural coloration and shift to a solid yellow-gold. He flies on bat-like wings, with all the grace that a beast of his size could muster (so none of it). He hasn't figured out his super-hero costume yet (but he definitely wants one), during his first few attempts he just did his best to hide his face and dress in black, matching the coloring of his scales. A bit of a show off, he is definitely gonna find a way to wear his Claremont uniform without the sleeves once he enrolls properly. History: Luke doesn't exactly know where he comes from. What he had managed to pierce together, after a few extremely awkward confrontation with his adoptive parents, Johanna and George, is that he was born from a dragon egg, stolen by a warlock, kept human by a spell that his mother helped maintain. For what purpose? He isn't sure, but by the way mom and dad evade the subject it must have been something nasty. They were his caretakers while he grew up. The couple however, young and still without children of their own, became fond of him and before their master could enact his plans they snatched Luke and ran away. "Assistants to an evil wizard" as previous work experience didn't exactly help them finding remunerating professions. Neither did being in hiding didn't. To make end meets they both had to take a series of odd jobs, staying long hours away from their trailer. Still, they always did everything they could to find time to raise their son. A few years after their escape, the couple had a child of their own, Gabriel. Now Luke loves his little bro, but things got even more hectic in the small family and the boy found himself frequently alone as his parents had to get extra shifts with another mouth to feed. Crime was rampant in his neighborhood and every day the boy could see the local ‘families’ and gangs getting fat out of their misdeeds, walking around like they owned the place, while himself and his hardworking parents had to keep their heads down, struggling every month. It was unfair. And himself? Well, he was sure that no one would mind if he learned from their example. Besides, he wanted to help his family and there was nothing wrong if he relied on the five fingers discount from time to time to get something for his little 'bro right? He was fourteen, when after a string of pickpocketing, shoplifting and small burglaries, he was caught in the act and sentenced to serve time in the, perhaps ironically named, Freedom Juvenile Hall. On his first day he got into a scuffle to protect his new bunkmate, Matt Warner, an orphan and petty thief, with a playful spirit and a motor mouth, that was one head shorter than Luke and had caught the attention of a teenage gang. One that of course soon set its ire on the boy himself. Eventually Luke ended up earning an extra month inside for bad behavior and frequent fights. Few of those ended well for him, despite his determination to make himself tougher every time he found himself in the dust. After a while, two or three months perhaps, weird dreams and nightmares, began to plague him, alien, unfamiliar, scary at time, yet strangely fascinating. The spell trapped his monstrous soul was faltering. As the weeks kept going, Luke realized that he was growing stronger and sure, something had to do with the training he was getting at the school of hard knocks, but it could not just be that. Soon, he could easily bend metal with his bare hands and did not even feel the punches that just a week before had left him with bad bruises or broken ribs. When he got out, Luke confronted his parents and they eventually confessed. It was so absurd. More importantly for a teenage boy though, they had lied to him all his life. He wasn’t their son. He wasn’t even human. Strong words were traded and Luke stormed out swearing that he didn’t want to see them again. There were not going to be tears going down his cheeks. Not at all. (yeah…well) Whatever. He didn’t need them anyway. With his powers still growing, he felt like he could do or take whatever he desired. Who could stop him right? He could breathe freaking fire now. He and his friends got the money they wanted and no longer had to keep their head down while walking the streets. It felt great. Life in the neighborhood though, well it did not get better, not with both the 'families' and a teenage monster with an oversize ego running around. It was Matt the first that tried to show him, but the sixteen years old just ignored his friend. He changed his mind though, not long after in an ER waiting room. Matt had been shot in back alley to send Luke a message. He survived, barely and no thanks to him. The next day, as the boy walked down the streets to go and tell his parents that he was sorry (they forgave him, as parents do), he swore that he was going to become a better man. Clean up his act. Use his powers for good. His first few attempts though, well, they hadn’t been without some collateral damage and he isn’t exactly loved in the neighborhood. Only when his last ‘heroic act’ ended in a literal dumpster fire (more of a landfill, but well…) he decided that good intentions weren’t going to be enough and started looking into some place that could help him become the person he wanted to be. And that was just when news of his exploits had reached a certain school for gifted youngsters. Personality & Motivation: Luke has a playful, friendly attitude. He is boastful, cocky, sometimes arrogant and definitely a show off, but he can manage to not take himself too seriously (not as much as he would want to, though, but he tries). Despite being quite extroverted, he doesn’t always make friends easily and believes that trust should be earned, although he knows that he had to do so himself. He cares deeply for the ones that are close to him however and is ready to put his life on the line for them. He has a bit of a big brother complex and feels responsible for his family and friends (excessively so at times). He loves his adoptive parents and despite the frequent clashes, the boy wants to make them proud. He has a soft spot for his neighborhood and while sure, he can see the big picture and knows that his powers can be put to a good use, but he would much rather see the friends he had grown up with prosper. The young man is pretty impulsive and will frequently throw himself into a new shenanigan without much thought about the consequences. He is very hungry for life and passionate about fulfilling his desires, respect, wealth, power, friends, lovers, Luke wants it all. He is also quite possessive and more than a little jealous. Perhaps this is due to his draconic nature, although, he himself recognizes that it would be an easy excuse to justify his more selfish tendencies with what he is, rather than who he is. He had let this side of him rule his choice in the past, but today he tries his best to channel his ambition for a good cause. He is working on a personal code of honor, but at the moment it’s more of a vague idea rather than a strict set of rules. When he change to his natural shape, Luke’s finds some traits of his personality deeply magnified, he is more prone to just follow his whims and emotions, more possessive, more greedy, more arrogant. He doesn’t know if that’s a side effect of his powers, or just another aspect of his personality and that worries him a little. Powers & Tactics: In his natural draconic form, Luke fight with raw strength, trying to overwhelm his opponent and push them to submit. He likes so snatch his targets from the ground and bring them to the sky where he feels like he could more easily intimidate them. He tries to resort to dragonfire only when he feels like he is not going to cause much collateral damage (after learning from experience). As so far he hadn’t fought anything that could really pierce his natural armor or had learned about its weak spot, he fight with abandon caring little for defense like if he could just shrug off any hit that manages to land. As he has spent most of his life as a human however, he is finds himself much more comfortable in that shape. While still imbued with a sense of invincibility he had been on the receiving end of more than a few beatings and he fights more pragmatically. He relies on his enhanced strength and speed, but also banks on his powers and the abilities he had picked up on the streets to sneak close to his targets and trying to neutralize them. When he unleashes his supernatural side spectral manifestation of dragon form follow and enhance his movements, giving him an extra edge and claws that could even cut immaterial targets. The rest of his powers are mostly a recent discovery, used to confuse his enemies, peer into their motivations, keep an eye on his friends and at times even track stolen properties. Power Descriptions: With some effort, Luke can switch between his human form and his natural dragon shape, even when he is changed however; he retains a portion of the strength and resilience of his bestial soul. His skin maintain the properties of the powerful natural armor of his monstrous side, but only appear as such while otherwise being seemingly normal. As a human, he can conjure echoes of his dragon form, spectral wings to help him jump, generate blast of wind, or even run faster, claws, fangs and horns to enhance his fighting abilities as well as a powerful dragon breath. A cone of flames resembling a weave of molten gold, the fire burns deep and clings to its target for a while even after the weave has passed. His dragon soul gives him a natural resistance to the supernatural and a connection with the sin of greed enough to perform feats of magic. It is largely an instinctive process, not relying on gestures or formulas, but still requiring concentration. He can create illusions to confuse his foes, manipulate the emotions, by looking into someone’s eyes (although, the most frequent one is a feeling of yearning and desire), he can force his target to reveal what they desire the most and sense the presence of riches by scent alone. He has a strong supernatural bond with anything that is part of his ‘hoard’, all of his material possessions, but also the people he has a strong emotional attachment with and can try to locate them even at great distances. Finally he has access to a sort of ancestral memory of his race, however, so far, Luke lacks the ability to delve deeply into it and could only catch glimpses of information with great effort. This tie however, grants him knowledge of a long dead language, whose true nature he is currently unaware. Accessing skills that rely more on instinct and practice rather than knowledge had proven to be easier however, providing him with sharper senses and increased persuasiveness. When he transforms, what he loses in agility he gains in massive size and enhanced strength. He can fly, but he is as agile as a monster of his size could be. He has powerful fangs and claws that cut deep and lacerate both flesh and armor. Even his magic loses some of its subtlety and he can no longer affect any emotion, but in exchange gains a powerful frightening roar. Complications: Broke: He comes from an impoverished family, doesn’t have much to his name, no personal vehicle, lives in a trailer park. His clothes are usually well worn. Much likely he has to take mundane odd jobs to help himself and that might interfere with his super heroics. His moral code prevents him from using his powers to fix this (for now at least). Former Criminal: He used to be a petty criminal, but he had decided to stay on the straight and narrow since his powers fully manifested, although he doesn’t mind using the skills he had picked up before his epiphany if needed for the cause. He had a short stint in juvie and is criminal record is not clean. My friends. My Responsibility: some of Luke's friends are petty criminals and do remember that Luke was too before his change of heart and they would much rather have him back that way. On his side, they still are his friends and the young man wants to keep them safe. Possessive: he is very possessive of the things he has, at school, he is the kind of guy that will think up an excuse about why he can lend you a pencil, he hates parting of any of his things with passion. He never forget a debt (although on the other side of the coin, he doesn’t forget his either) That also applies to relationship, making him a bit of a jealous partner\friend Stolen “property”: the people that brought him into this world have done so planning to use him for some kind of ritual and consider him like a missing property. They have lost tracks of him when his family went in hiding, however, the more openly he gets into superheroics the more likely it is for him to be found out. Arcane component: his blood, his heart and his scale can be used as arcane components, unscrupulous hunters might be after him. ABILITIES 22PP Strength: 26/16 (+8/+3) (Heavy Load: 920 lbs. / 230 lbs.) Dexterity: 18/14 (+4/+2) Constitution: 26/18 (+8/+4) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 12 (+1) COMBAT 14PP Initiative: +4/+2 (+4/+2 Dex) Attack: +4, +6 Melee (+4 Base, +2 Attack Focus), + 8 Draconic Might (+4 Base, +2 Attack Focus, +2 Accurate) Grapple: +16/+11 (+8 Melee Attack, +8/+3 Strength) Defense: +8 (+3 Base, +5 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback Resistance: 8/2 SAVING THROWS 11PP Toughness: +8/+4 (+8/+4 Con, Impervious 8 ) Fortitude: +8/+4 (+8/+4 Con, +0PP) Reflex: +8/+6 (+4/+2 Dex, +4PP) Will: +8 (+1 Wis, +7PP) SKILLS 20PP (80R) Bluff 9 (+10)Skill Mastery Climb 2 (+10/+5) Diplomacy 4 (+5) Gather Information 4 (+5) Intimidate 9 (+10)Skill Mastery Knowledge (Streetwise) 5 (+5) Languages 1 (Atlantean, English [Native]) Notice 9 (+10)Skill Mastery Search 10 (+10) Sense Motive 9 (+10)Skill Mastery Sleight of Hand 6 (+10/+8) Stealth 6 (+10/+8) Survival 4 (+5) Swim 2 (+10/+5)Swimming FEATS 15PP Attack Focus (Melee) 2 Beginners Luck Dodge Focus 5 Fearless Interpose Luck 2 Move-by action Skill Mastery (Bluff, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive) Takedown Attack POWERS 68PP Draconic Power 8 (16PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 5) [21PP] (Descriptors: Dragon, Magic) Base Power: [16PP] (Additional Descriptors: Draconic Might) Enhanced Strength 10 (Feats: Accurate 1, Affects Insubstantial 2, Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Variable Descriptor [blunt/piercing/slashing]) [16PP] Alternate Power: [16PP] (Additional Descriptors: Fire, Molten Breath) Damage 8 (Extras: Area [Type: General; Shape: Cone; Size: 80ft], Secondary Effect; Flaws: Action [Full]) [16PP] Alternate Power: [10PP] (Additional Descriptors: Psionic) Emotion Control 8 (Flaws: Sense-Dependent [Visual]; Feats: Mind Blank, Subtle) [10PP] Alternate Power: [16PP] (Additional Descriptors: Fool's Gold, Greed Magic, Psionic) Illusion 8 (Sense Types: Auditory + Visual; Flaws: Action [Full], Phantasm; Feats: Progression 8 [2,500ft / 1/2-mile radius]) [16PP] Alternate Power: [16PP] (Additional Descriptors: Wing Buffet, Wind) Trip 8 (Extras: Area [Type: General; Shape: Burst; Size: 40ft]; Knockback, Flaws: Range [Touch]) [16PP] Alternate Power: [5 + 5 + 5 = 15PP] (Additional Descriptors: Greed Magic, Psionic) Mind Control 8 (Flaws: Limited [One Command: "Tell me what your heart desires"], Sense-Dependent [Auditory]; Feats: Subtle) [5PP] Super-Senses 5 (Valuable Object Awareness; Descriptor Frequency: Very Common; Sense Type: Olfactory, Default: Radius, Ranged; Extras: Acute, Tracking) [5PP] Telelocation 8 (Range: 2,000 miles / Continental; Extras: Duration [Sustained, Lasting]; Flaws: Limited [Can only sense relative direction, not exact location]; Limited [Personal possessions and close acquaintances]; Feats: Subtle) [5PP] Enhanced Constitution 8 [8PP] Enhanced Dexterity 4 [4PP] Immunity 20 (Magic; Flaws: Limited [Half Effect], Feats: Selective) [11PP] Impervious Toughness 8 (Drawback: Weak Point [Behind his neck]) [7PP] Morph 1 (Dragon Form, Extra: Duration [Continuous], Flaw: Action 2 [Standard Action], Feat: Metamorph ) [2PP] Leaping 3 (x10, Running Long Jump: 180ft long x 90ft high) [3PP] Speed 3 (50MPH, 500ft per Move Action) [3PP] Super-Movement 1 (Slow Fall) [2PP] (Descriptors: Dragon Magic, Spectral Wings) Swimming 1 (2.5MPH, 25ft per Move Action; Can take 10 on Swim checks) [1PP] Super-Senses 6 (Acute Tracking Normal Olfactory Sense; Danger Sense [Sense Type: Olfactory]; Darkvision; Uncanny Dodge [Sense Type: Olfactory]) [6PP] TOTALS Abilities (22) + Combat (14) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (20) + Feats (15) + Powers (68) = 150/226 Power Points