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So, then. Moira Morley (alias the superheroic Scion) found herself on a wide beach. It stretched to her front and back seemingly endlessly. To her left was a tropical jungle. To her right was the ocean. How did she get here? Gods (perhaps literally) only knew. Where was she? Again, gods only knew. At least it was a cloudless day, and the sun was bright. The only thing preventing her from relaxing and maybe going for a swim was the guy about ten feet down the beach from her. He was approaching quickly, and (one more time, because why not) gods only knew who he was or what he wanted.

GM The Totality. The Solar Eclipse. Happens all the time, but why focus on it now? It has some magical significance for the Yellow Sign. Something about the Pact being weaker? Who knows, those guys are nuts. While they're being dealt with by other heroes, we focus on our daily life in Freedom City. Heroes with equally important tasks. Grimalkin, fae hero of great power. Spitfire, twisted firestarter. Red Moon, 'vampire'. Scion, former Olympian goddess. Going about their days as usual. Maybe they're fighting crime. Maybe they're trying to watch the eclipse (Good luck, only 70ish percent in New Jersey!)

GM Eastern Seaboard Bank Wading Way, Freedom City, New Jersey Thursday, July 27 2017 12:30 PM Tellers working lunch hours at a bank knew they were a part of the peak shift. It was the busy period when everyone could sneak away from their day to make a quick withdrawal or deposit without disrupting whatever else they had going on. That extra bit of traffic alone would account for the increase in pay for anyone working the busy shift. Anywhere else that is. For Freedom City's own E-Sea, the prime tellers were instead earning hazzard pay. Yet again the popular destination for criminals whose plans started and stopped with the words 'I want to rob a bank today', was being held up. "This is a hold up! If you don't want to get a taste of my Devil Ray's you'll--uh shut up. Yeah just shut up or else." A distorted voice called out from a jet black demonic looking helmet. It was the all too familiar site of the infamous Devil Ray. The Crime League's own superarmored aquatic thug was pointing his gauntlets at everyone. While three men wearing animal themed luchador masks (A wolf, puffer fish, and owl respectively) backed him up. The trio were making demands to be let into the safety deposit box whilst Devil Ray continued to simply bully the victims in the bank lobby. A result of which began to bring media attention to the latest E-Sea robbery.

Ah, summer. Moira loved the warmth of the sun. Apollo's gaze upon her was delightful. But for every good, thing that she had, a little rain must fall. Not rain in the physical since. A giant divine-mechanical bull was giving her the chase. Not that she was running from it or it was running from her. They collided head on in the West End. Eris and Hephaestus had stepped up their antagony. This being the most blatant of it. As they clashed, it was clear more than brute strength was needed. "Would any of you great gods want to lend a hand? Apollo, your heat? Ares, you great fury? Dionysus, your zeal? Aphrodite, your..." -Alright, one crazy trip comin up!- It was Dionysus answering the call. Something sparked in her. A dark explosion, disintegrating the bull, but that wasn't the last of it. She felt a bit overloaded like there was something extra on it...

GM Disclaimer: this thread will have politically incorrect white 'nationalist' villains that get punched in the face. No one writing here agrees with the very few things these idiots will be spouting. DJ Eclectic's concert was in need of a venue and Moira loved the idea of live music. Especially when it helped the local talent out! So posters were plastered all over the city. Every pole had at least one. Friday, June 16th. 9PM. Morley's pub. West End. Free admission." Below that was in a smaller font was the address. Blow that in the same sized font was Two Drink Minimum. White Knight II (Aidan Miller) looked at the poster with a sigh, letting out some curse word when he saw the poster with DJ Eclectic's face on it. "Like why do they even let people like her even work here?" His bodyguard, Big Girl (Mary Forth), and his yes man, Southern Charm (George Kent), nodded in agreement. "I don't know about you two," Aidan said scratching his chin, "but maybe we should make an appearance." George beamed, "like our constituents did with the park play. We could reach a lot of people." Mary grinned and nodded silently. "So, all for one and one for all then," Aidan checked his watch, "we have about four hours. Let's go plan out speech." Later That Evening, 15 minutes before the show DJ Eclectic's crew was setting up the equipment, and there was quite a crowd coming to see her! Moira was tending bar. DJ Eclectic was tending to set up, rehearsing while doing a sound check. Spitfire was conversing with folks in the crowd, being part of the crowd himself.

@EviscerusNox and @Raveled The only thing I didn't get answered is where do you want this to be? I suggest in the park. But if you have other ideas. I'm gonna start the whole shebang as soon as I get that answered. The New White Knights (inspired by the old White Knight) rush Miras' concert. The ringleader is all "this is racist against white people!" and is at first doing nothing but spouting stupid ideology, but it turns physical when his 'bodyguards' have to protect him. That's where Spitfire and Miras (and maybe Scion) jump in to take the three bozos down. Simple! Suggestions and corrections if you have em!

GM No one knew who Melissa Milani. No one cared. In her mind she was a quiet little dweeb from a poor family. The eldest of twelve siblings. When she got out of high school, she distanced herself from her family. Took the first bus to the east coast to live it up. But that was not to be.On the way to freedom, the bus crashed killing all of the passengers. Except one. Melissa rose from the ashes, but was different. She was bigger, stronger, more important. From that day on she took the name Princess. She found that she could turn back into her old useless self if no one was watching. She used this to do whatever she wanted. For all the world knew, Melissa Milani was dead. Princess was the one they had to deal with. A few years later, she had made her way to her destination. Well, kind of. This was no Atlantic City, but it did have some awesome people there. Princess could get or take help. Floating through a string of robberies, she teamed up with every pretty boy or girl that would appease her. On the other side of the tracks, Denise Weaver grew up pampered getting everything she wanted. 'Daddy I want a pony,' she'd say and poof, a pony she'd have. 'Mommy I want dance lessons,' poof, dance lessons! Though later on, she opened her mouth and stuck her foot in it. She wanted superpowers. And, unfortunately, her parents knew exactly where to get them. The DNAscent Project. And they had enough money to go through with it. This was the final straw in Denise's sanity. She had the ability to fly and shoot energy with the power of her mind. She didn't have to ask, she could take what she wanted! And that she did. Though the novelty did wear off after a while, she could take whatever she wanted, but she had no one to share it with. Princess and Denise had their eye on the same prize one day. They didn't know each other, but they saw they were kind of fighting on the same side. So after they made their get away, they shared more than just the money they'd stolen. They shared a few fun laughs, some drinks, each other. They were kind of inseparable. Princess was doing it because Denise was hot. Denise was doing it because she really thought she'd found a friend and partner in crime. Through out the past couple of months they'd team up exclusively. Which brings us to now. They were both kind of hungry and there was this place called 'The Southern Queen' they could eat and knock over. "The food's good," Denise said flipping through a manual as she floated along lackadaisically. "I don't care," Princess said holding her stomach, "just point the way before my I drop. Princess needs food badly!" Denise grinned, "if it's really good we might come up some." The two rolled into the front door of 'The Southern Queen', waiting to be seated.

Demonic rats and wererats and their demonic wererat king have somehow got a foothold in this realm. Why? They know. We don't. But this is taking place at Morley's. And Moira will not have rats of any kind invading, much less her own pub. @EviscerusNox and @Heritage have spots if they wish. Anyone else interested?

8PM, Febuary 25th, 2017. Morley's. The scene for a fundraiser for the the medical costs of some sick police officers. It was hard to imagine Amir al-Misri attending a more down at heels event like this, at random. Yet, here he was. Without an invite, but with a fat checkbook. Of course he had reached out to the hospital and simply paid for all of the related bills. It wasn't announced either. Sure he could afford it, but frankly he liked being human sometimes. Even if, at about a hour in, and he showing his ability to drink alcohol with minimal effects. Hell he bet them they wouldn't been able to get a blood alcohol reading on the breathalyzer at the end of the night. It would seem that for some aspects of halaal the super powered billionaire with movie star looks did not keep (yes he stated a good bit of his lot in life was luck). Pork was right out though. And at this moment he was laughing loudly, at a joke told by one Detective Kirkendahl, a blond man in an suit that was a bit too large, as if he had lose weight recently. The clap on the detective's back was a bit, meaty swat, though without any super-strength behind it. "... he... he was... caught by his... Ah... on the fence? Ahhhhh-hahahahahahahaha!" He pounded on the table, managing to catch the pint glass before it fell over, as his shoulder shoot with mirth.

February 7, 2017 12:04 am A half dozen men in suits and ties waited for their contact. The chief had told them not to wait too long, the streets of Freedom City were not a place to be caught loitering with suspicious objects. Just as the crew was about to leave a crack appeared in the air, a few reached for guns as a young lady in a black leather jacket stepped out. “Is this it?” she asked, pointing at a small case one man was holding. The man in charge nodded, and held out the small instrument case. “You know I don’t like being double crossed.” “Eh, the boss man no like for double cross neither Sistah, it is what he say it is. You just keep that Punk out the boss man’s hair and we no get problems.” “Fine then.” The woman said taking the instrument case, she stepped back in the portal and vanished. February 17, 2017 3:00 pm Millennium Mall in Freedom City was alive and busy. Hundreds of people shopped and ate as they went about their daily lives. It was a fairly normal Friday. Adults spent their money and kids spent their parents’ money. It was all in all a normal day. One of the disadvantages of having so many heroes of all shapes, sizes, ages, and colors was that it was fairly easy for people to assume someone was a hero. The young girl who had on a grass skirt and a bright floral top could very easily be mistaken for some unknown hero. She walked into the center of the mall and stood on one of the many benches. She quickly examined the koa wood ukulele and strummed a chord. The deep sound turned heads, and she smiled. “ALOHA!” The girl shouted as she began to play an island tune. The ukulele seemed to shimmer as she effortlessly drew in a crowd. “I’m Laka, goddess of the hula. Goddess of pleasure. The newest goddess of Freedom City, and your goddess commands you to dance.” The crowd immediately complied, waving their arms in a painfully stereotypical "hula" many seemed to be enjoying themselves until men in Tiki masks and floral shirts began to empty their pockets and purses.

OOC thread for this thread. Scion versus the Hades Hitsquad.

GM February 6th, Monday, 11.57AM, 2017 Kokinos' Greek Restaurant, West End, Freedom City The bell on the door chimed pleasantly as Moira walked in, the music cutting through the cacophany of conversation bubbling throughout the bright and crowded room, alerting the burly, bald and mustached Michel Kokinos behind the tall counter. Pausing briefly to smile in welcome, Michel marched out onto the floor to a corner table where two men in suits were chatting. One was bursting with confidence and intelligence, a handsome and bearded devil with mocking green eyes. The other had leonine hair, they were lean with hungry grey eyes that darted longingly between the enormous meal spread before him and those at the other occupied tables. Settling the plates of steaming fish and piled greens before what looked like a military couple off-duty, Michel stomped up to Moira, nodding in recognition as he said briskly "G'noon, Moira. What'll it be today, enh? Old Sean doing well?"

Silberman's Books, at the corner of Frederick and Pratt. Saturday, February 4th, 2017. 12:05 pm. It was a rather cold and gray afternoon in February, the kind of day when really all you wanted to do was stay in bed, read a book, maybe watch something on Netflix; Gretchen in particular had argued in favor of this last point earlier that morning. But her girlfriend Lynn made the point that if they wanted a long and happy life, they wouldn't be working in retail; this led to a narrowing of the eyes and an icy telepathic rebuke. -Curse your alien faerie logic.- But now it was far too late; they'd been open for two hours, and it would be far too difficult to kill all the customers and hide the bodies. The surly barista was well and truly screwed, so she would just have to glare balefully at the Happy Morning People as they drank their coffee and ate their baked treats. You will all pay for this. For her part, Lynn was in the office, cheerfully going over her emails, seemingly oblivious to her love's virulent misanthropy this fine morning.

Player Name: Moira Morley Character Name: Scion Power Level: 10 (150/181PP) Tradeoffs: -2 attack, +2 effect; -2 defense, +2 toughness Unspent Power Points: 31 In Brief: (originally) A earthbound goddess tries to be a hero. (now) The prodigal daughter returns. Residence: Freedom City, New Jersey. Base of Operations: None Catchphrase: None Alternate Identity: Edone (birth name), Moira Morley (mortal name), Divine (former heroic code name) Identity: Public Birthplace: Mount Olympus Occupation: Hostess and part owner of Morley's Pub Affiliations: Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Dionysus Family: Aphrodite (mother), Ares (father), other Olympians (by default, you know its a big messed up tree), Sean Morley (mortal parent, 55) Age: 28 (born: March 14, 1988) Apparent Age: between 19 and 21 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Olympian Height: 5 foot 5 inches (1.65 meters) Weight: 125 pounds (57 kilograms) Eyes: green (yellow when using golden bracer) Hair: dark red (with golden strands some times) Moira stands with authority, being an average size, her perfect hourglass figure is noticeable. Her skin is soft, but her muscle is toned, she didn't just party up there on Olympus, she trained her body into a golden ratio. She has a light olive complexion, withe a small dusting of freckles on her shoulder. While not actively searching, she keeps her eyes at ease, not closed but a softer look. Her hair is straight and short enough to cover her neck and full enough to run hands through. Sometimes Aphrodite likes to hide golden strands among them. She always smiles wide with full lips and white teeth. Her face is round and soft, again, hiding light freckles. She has a tattoo of the sun on the back of her neck, courtesy of the sun god, Apollo, himself, which read 'Omorfia Mou' (my beauty). She has a golden chain given to her by Sean for her tenth birthday that she only takes off to clean. She disdains shoes, prefering to go barefoot if she can, but a pair of brown sandals when she needs to. Her favorite casual clothes are tight jeans that show off her hips and a tshirt with either a local band or hero's logo (gotta rep the smaller guys!). The golden bracer given to her by the gods is simple and undorned, it wraps around her right lower arm Her costume is an ankle length sleeveless layered dress, a pair of golden strap sandal and a golden laurel in her hair. The dress has many colors - white, black, red, purple - but only one at a time. There's not a pattern she's divined. Power Descriptions When using the golden bracer given to her by the Olympians, her outline is a soft yellow and her eye color turns yellow. Depending on which god she's channeling, her attitude might change. Aphrodite might make her a little lovesick with the people she interacts with. Ares might make her super confrontational. Apollo will put her mind on a myriad of projects and other things she hasn't finished. Dionysus will spam her mind with junk ads. The Olympian Fighting style was taught to her by Ares. It focuses on getting her opponent to the ground and pounding them in vital and or soft places. Olympian Immortality and Strength don't have descriptions other than what they do. She can run faster, jump higher, lift more. She's not susceptable to mortal diseases, poison or the ravages of heat and cold. She hasn't aged a day in almost 10 years. If she were to die, she's pop back up in the Elysian Fields 24 hours later, able to walk out and back to the mortal realm. History Moira was born on Mount Olympus as Edone, goddess of hedonistic pursuits. Ares and Aphrodite had a fling, like they always do, but a child was conceived of the tryst. Hephaestus had had enough of his unfaithful wife and wanted something to show for it. Eris, unloved of all Olympus, seized the opportunity to whisper a truly wicked plot in Hephaestus's mind. It involved giving Aphrodite an apple. The apple was dipped in the River Styx. When Aphrodite ate the apple, it would not affect her, but the unborn child, stripping away it's godly essence. It was delivered by an underworld nymph, who was to lie and say it was a gift from Persephone for the new babe. Aphrodite accepted the gift and gobbled it up, unknowing of the fruit's real power. When Edone was born she was healthy and happy, but the most noticeable thing was that she had no god soul. Like she was a normal Olympian, but nothing about her was deific. Aphrodite called upon Hera to make heads or tails of this treachery. She saw the child was cursed. That someone had stolen the essence before she was born. Eris, unloved of all Olympus, revealed herself as the underworld nymph who gave the apple to Aphrodite and was only able to act through Hephaestus. Ares was displeased with all of this and went to pay Hephaestus a visit. Eris disappeared. That left Hera and Aphrodite. Hera cared not for this scheme, but Aphrodite received scorn for having the child in the first place. Hera looked after marriages. Instead of having the babe live among minor gods away from Olympus, she sent word to the mortal realm. To some of her most faithful followers. A priest of the faith, Sean Morley, jumped at the chance to raise the child of the goddess. Aphrodite saw into his heart and he knew he was true. With some work throughs, Sean took custody of the baby, naming her Moira, as it seemed it was fate. Sean raised Moira with special care, giving her the utmost attention and love, as a true parent would. He also taught her the ways of the faith, so when her parents revealed them selves to her, it wouldn't seem too weird. Moira took after her mother and father in personality. She loved almost everything, but she knew when there were times that love had to be tough. Those situations were few and far between. She was quick to make friends and even quicker to lose enemies. Growing up within arms reach of her mortal father, she made aunts, uncles, and cousins at the temple. She even got her first job at Morley's pub - Sean's familial business - as a waitress and eventually a bartender. Her jovial and light demeanor kept business coming. On her 21st birthday, Aphrodite began giving Moira visions. Moira knew of the goddess through readings and such, but had never had a divine intervention. Aphrodite told her that she was her child and of the sordid complications of her birth. Also, there was a gift for her. A golden liquid made of divinity. It wouldn't do it right away, but it would restore her to full power. Though when she was done, she would have to come back to Olympus as Edone and shedding Moira. At the time Moira thought this was a great idea. Another upside of the liquid was that it gave her part of her deific powers back. She could be a superhero if she wanted! And that she did, for a time. It wasn't four color and she wasn't quite proactive, but she mingled within the hero and villain community. Taking the name Divine, she put herself on the side of angels, but definitely wasn't a four color hero. Though she made friends on both sides of the coin. Heroes led to the Knights of Freedom (which, while good, was short lived). She even had a short fling with Captain Knievel (before she found out what he really was). She found the truest form of love in a woman went by the name Angel (Angel Marks). True friendship in Stesha/Fleur de Joie. But those two years passed by like nothing. By the time she was back to full power she remembered nothing. and was back on Olympus. What happened on Olympus stayed on Olympus. She made friends with Dionysus. She and Apollo fell in emphatic love. She, Ares and Aphrodite shared familial love. And she genuinely enjoyed herself. Six years passed with epic times had by all. But by the end of it, she was tired. Unfulfilled. And nostalgic of her true home. After thinking about it for a while and a long talk with her her closest friends and family on Olympus, she chose to forgo her godhood and leave Olympus. Zeus zapped her and she was on her way out the door when she was met by her friends and family. They had a gift It wasn't godhood, but something she could use on Earth. A golden bracer that could channel their power from Aphrodite, Ares, Apollo and Dionysus. Also the ability to talk with the group back and forth. She thanked them and started her new journey. Personality and Motivation Moira has a light-hearted spirit that seems like she's always having fun, even when in danger! Though she can be serious, no one really likes her serious side. It's more of her deific father showing through. It's short and mean and no nonsense. It wants to get things done. Luckily, she rarely indulges her serious side. Moira's back for her friends and family, because while having fun is fine, its nothing without anyone with you! She also sees this as a chance to show she can be a hero and not just a powerful person. Complications Easily Distracted: Things of beauty are likely to pull her off course, be it a painting or a person. Enemy: Eris plays the long game. She's not done with Edone/Moira yet. She may play on Hephaestus's feelings too to get him to lash out. Also Hades but he can't do anything directly (can he?) Identity: While she does have a stylish costume and a code name, her 'normal' life and her heroic life are not separate. Relationship: Sean, her mortal father. Responsibility: She has a job at Morley's pub. Responsibility: There are followers of the faith who may defer to her for advice. Abilities 15 + 4 + 10 + 0 + 4 + 14 = 47pp Strength 25 (+7) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 20 (+5) Intelligence 10 (+0) Wisdom 14 (+2) Charisma 24 (+7) Combat 6 + 6 = 12pp Initiative +2 Attack +3, +8 (melee) Grapple +18 (7 strength, 8 melee, 3 super-strength) Defense +8 (3 base, 5 dodge focus), +2 flat-footed Knockback -6 Saving Throws 5 + 5 + 5 = 15pp Toughness +12 (5 con, 7 protection) Fortitude +10 (5 con, 5 save) Reflex +7 (2 dex, 5 save) Will +7 (2 wis, 5 save) Skills 32 ranks = 8pp Bluff 5 (+12, +20 Attractive) Diplomacy 5 (+12, +20 Attractive) Gather Information 3 (+10) Knowledge (theology and philosophy) 5 (+5) Language 2 (English [native], Greek, Spanish) Notice 3 (+5) Perform (dance) 3 (+10) Perform (sing) 3 (+10) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Feats 16pp Attack Focus (melee) 5 Attractive 2 Distract (Bluff) Dodge Focus 5 Fascinate 2 (Perform [sing, dance]) Taunt Powers 17 + 11 + 14 + 10 = 52pp Golden Bracer: Device 4 (1+7+12=20/20 device points, hard to lose, Power Feats: Restricted [Olympian Heritage]) [17pp] Costume: Feature 1 (can change clothes to costume and back as a free action) [1dp] Divine Calling [2+5=7dp] Enhanced Feats 2 (Benefit [directed inspiration], Connected) Super-Senses 4 (Connection Link 4 [Aphrodite, Apollo, Ares, Dionysus; Power Feats: Dimensional]) Divine Channeling: Variable 2 (10 points of multiple powers of the divine descriptor) [12dp] Olympian Fighting Style (training descriptor) [9+2=11pp] Damage 5 (Power Feats: Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Mighty, Variable Descriptor [bludgeoning, piercing, slashing]) [9pp] .Enhanced Feats 2 (Improved Grab, Improved Grapple) [2pp] Olympian Immortality (biological descriptor) [5+7+2=14pp] Immunity 5 (aging, cold, disease, heat, poison) [5pp] Protection 7 [7pp] Regeneration 2 (Resurrection 2 [1/day]) [2pp] Olympian Strength (biological descriptor) [4+6=10pp] Powerful Strides (3 point array, Power Feats: Alternate Power 1) [4pp] Leaping 3 (x10) [3/3] Speed 3 (50MPH, 500ft move action) [3/3] Super-Strength 3 (Effective Strength 40, Light 1 ton, Medium 2 tons, Heavy 3 tons, Max 6 tons. Push/Drag 15 tons) [6pp] DC Block Unarmed Melee DC 22 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning) Olympian Fighting Style Melee DC 27 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing) Totals: Abilities (47) + Combat (12) + Saves (15) + Skills (8) + Feats (16) + Powers (52) = 150/181 Power Points