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Wherein Temperance, Fast Forward, Hologram, Asad, and Miss Grue learn that it takes a lot to make a stew... Feel free to describe your character encountering a television program in the wee hours of the morning that descends into utter madness and bloodshed.

Kestevan 79 23,000 LY from Earth March 1, 2015 Temperance was seeing the ghost of a dead star pass by. There was a way to say it that was much less poetic and much more scientific. And, although there may have been some literalism to it, given her powers, there was little spiritual thrum out in the void of space. If there were entities that represented the great void, they were likely to cling to the travelers passing through it - and even then, they were keeping a wide berth from her ship. Ship. She said it like it was familiar. She was hurdling through the void on a gigantic hunk of metal, the vacuum of space surrounding her on all sides. She knew enough to know that her head wouldn't necessarily explode if she went tumbling out into the void. That was where her knowledge ended. Everything else, on the other hand, was so limited. This was not her territory. Thank God for the others, then. Three of them had reached out to Sharl. They were space travelers of a sort - that was how she understood it - who had encountered Communion forces on a planet orbiting a star near Kestevan 79. The planet had been destroyed to make way for a wormhole - just like had happened to Lor-Van. By their estimate, and given the Communion forces overseeing the wormhole, they believed that whatever was controlling local operations would be stationed nearby. And they had gathered, through said intelligence, that there had been someone who'd survived Lor-Van who had a knack for electronic frequencies. Who had been on the planet when the Communion forces had organized and attacked. And who might be able to parse their signal through the field of cosmic radiation that made all other efforts impractical. He had recommended that she might want to stay behind. This wasn't her field, and it wasn't her fight. But she'd seen what had happened to him when he had come back. She was not going to leave him to wander into Hell alone. She just had to hope that, when the time came, they could get through the fires together.

Temperance, Set, Sekhmet, and Skaere deal with a little lycanthropy outbreak.

Wednesday, April 2nd 8:34 PM The night was peaceful. It had been a hard fight, but Spring was starting to break through in Freedom City. The air was warm enough to be on the faint side of pleasant, cool enough to be tolerable. Conditions like this made the ice sled a little harder to keep together, but Temperance was willing to accept such trade-offs. Liberty Park was usually fairly serene as heroic patrols went. Every so often, there might be an attempted mugging, but the park was usually well-lit and well-trafficked, especially at this hour. If you knew where to go, there wasn't much risk. But those were on normal nights. Lately, there'd been stories of wild animal sightings in the middle of the city - "large dogs" or "coyotes," in the initial reports. But her dad had heard different stirrings in the courts of spirits, upset from some of the primals because "those not of the pack" were in town. And, well, most New Jersey residents wouldn't really know how to tell a wolf from a coyote, would they? She hung over the park, waiting. A jogger had been attacked here a few nights ago. He survived, but was scratched up badly and was in the hospital for observation. She'd swung by, and found a heavier than usual police presence. Now, it was far from the full moon - just as it had been on the night he'd been attacked. But those in authority still felt the need to keep watch, even if they didn't feel the need to say why. After all, if you grew up in Freedom, nobody really had to say the W-word, did they? You saw weirder stuff all the time. So Temperance flew over the park, waiting for the sound of howling, and hoping that the night might stay peaceful.

November 25, 2014 5:32 PM There was something horrible up in space. That's mainly what Eliza knew right now. The thought had been turning over in her head for the past few weeks. Something had utterly destroyed a planet. And Sharl had been there to witness it. For the past few weeks, she and him had been talking. It had helped to deal with the crushing existential dread that came with everything, on both their parts. It didn't necessarily help with classes, but somehow, she was having a little trouble focusing on Intro to Lit when dealing with the possibility that whatever had destroyed Lor-Van might be coming their way. They'd kissed that night. And while it had been pretty good, she was still wondering. What next? Sharl had been talking about getting back together, and she wasn't adverse to it. And she'd seen weirder splits in relationships in her time, ones that had managed to weave back together. But... was this what they needed? Or what they wanted, in the face of a greater threat? This was why she'd picked out the Bean Bar near Freedom College. They needed to talk. And hopefully, they'd get all the answers by the time it was done.

GM The Mid Atlantic September the 1st, Morning... In the wake of the near sinking of the Cruise Ship Magnificent the Ocean was undergoing some increase in Military Manuevers. More for show and confidence than effect. Captain Blood had vanished, and his spectral ghost ship was unlikely to be shredded by conventional shells. Still. A show of force reassured people. The Missile Cruiser Luther was just one of those vessels, commanded by Captain Gomez, a somewhat short, lined man of Mexican descent and keen intellect swirling in black eyes. And he had invited the heroes of that day, the saving of the Magnificent, to his ship. With news. "We can't find Captain Blood anywhere" he conceded. "Although we are doing are best. Thing is, we aren't sure our satellites and scanners could detect him anywhere" he sighed. "Although we have picked up some other unusual readings. Sea bed activity, not matching any non seismic pattern. We send submarines down, but too late. Can catch it. We though it might be the Russians, or some military venture. But they deny it. Of course, they would deny it anyway..." he shrugged. Politics were above his pay grade. "We need some answers. We need someone who can get down to the sea bed, and get down fast..." he explained.

"Stories?" Eden Espadas inquired with a hopeful inflection as she ducked her head under her aunt's elbow and pulled herself up onto Ellie's lap to get a better look at the medical text open on the table in front of them. With a small laugh, Ellie shifted the toddler about into a safer position. "Not exactly, Edie. Y'know how tu papa teaches people here? This is how I learn how to be a doctor." She'd set herself up at a deck on the dojo's first floor partly so that she could take advantage of the light coming in through the large front windows and partly so she could keep an eye on her niece as she played on the pads covering most of the floor. Chris had also mentioned something about coming by to work on the security systems in the headquarters hidden in the converted bomb shelter under their feet and with her brother and sister-in-law out celebrating their anniversary she wanted to watch the door in the meantime. Eden looked equally skeptical at the idea of a book that wasn't for stories as she did about her aunt being a doctor. She liked Ellie, after all, and she knew she didn't enjoy visiting the doctor much at all. She could only assume it was another case of an adult trying to be funny. They did that a lot.

July 4, 2014 Freedom City "Damballah and Erzulie are with us." Cassandra Vale's doctorate was not in medicine, but between one thing and another there were few better doulas than La Sirene - especially for a water birth. Cassandra smiled and took her friend's hand. "Come on, Beth, let's get you in that tub." Despite the growing pains in her lower belly, Beth Walton-Wright was also smiling as Siren, her husband, and her midwife helped her into the tub - specially designed by Daedalus so that a woman strong enough to punch through steel wouldn't damage it while giving birth. After so many years of wanting, of prayers to Liberty and Justice and all the other gods and goddesses she'd known in her long career as a superheroine, she was about to have her baby! - July 4, 2014 Faneuil Hall Hulking and scarred, Steve Murdock stood as an island in the middle of a small sea of VIPs, waiting for the arrival of their very special tour guide. With a red shirt, blue slacks, and a white tie, he perfectly matched the color scheme for the day - right down to the Special Access pass pinned to his shirt. His special glasses gave the city and its crowd of tourists a faint greenish air, one that he knew would soon fade once the tour began. The special holographic technology built into the Archetech tour glasses would give the tourists a chance to see the Boston of 1776 (or at least its construction) overlaid on the Boston of 2014. Normally someone as high-profile as Miss Americana would not be involved in something as small as a tour, but the chance to show her work to tech executives, academics, and journalists alike had been too much for Gina to pass up. Intently he stared at the brochure in his hand, carefully memorizing everywhere they were going on their walking tour to the Common. People on Earth-Prime might take the idea of freedom and revolution for granted, but that was something Steve could never do - people had fought and died for the liberty of others in this city. It was very serious business. I will be here for Miss Americana to see what she has done. And after the tour, I will fly back to Freedom City, and Gina and I will watch the fireworks together. She will be happy today.

OOC

GM 28th February, the Mid-Atlantic...dawn... The sun was rising through partial cloud, little more than a glow in the horizon, casting deep orange shades through the sky. Deep orange, and red. Red sky in the morning....shepherds warning... The Cruise Ship Magnificent was not the biggest or most luxurious cruise ship on the sea, but it was certainly within spitting distance of it. A crew of eighty, a passenger roster of three hundred. Fine food, fine wine, and mediocre entertainment, it was a ship that looked good, catered well, and charged high. And it was dead in the water. Captain Pike trotted out the mayday message again. He was a tall, man, forty five, with a good head of carefully groomed hair, clean shaven, and trim build. Only his eyes let him down as a poster boy - set close together, small, squirrel like. He was a veteran of the sea, but tired, cynical, pondering what to do with his remaining years after a failed marriage. His experiences today would class as new and exciting, he felt. But scary, yes, scary. That was the thing. Frightening him and the ships inhabitants to the bone. "Mayday Mayday! Ship adrift, no power. Approach with caution! Ghosts aboard!" went the message. He didn't honestly know what else to say. Maybe they wouldn't believe him, maybe they would. He wondered what would be worse. The message did indeed sail through the air. And was received by Freedom City, a coastgaurd who perhaps was less incredulous at the spooky claim. A Coast guard that felt, given the unusual nature of the mayday, an unusual response was needed... ...the aquatic heroes of Freedom City!

Let's get some initiative rolls for Chris and Baxter! troll, hit me with whatever rolls you think would be relevant to Eliza's plan.

Friday, January 24th, 2014 6:22 AM The sun had yet to rise, but Eliza Oxum was already in the shower, preparing for the school day. She knew she was supposed to get out quickly - the hot water had been on the fritz lately, so much that she'd taken to a cold shower or two (then again, unlike her mom, she didn't really feel the cold). But on a day like this, with the weekend just around the corner, she felt like indulging a little. "...let it goooo, I am one with the wind and sky, let it goooo, let it goooo..." A knock at the door cut her off. "Eliza," came her mother's voice, "are you ever gonna get sick of that song?" "Sorry, Mom! Kinda speaks to me!" "That makes one of us. Dear, I wouldn't rush you, but I gotta get to work soon, and --" "Two minutes! Just let me do my hair!" Eliza's mom worked down by the Boardwalk in a rented store front as a palmister. It was a "breakout" space that allowed her to service clients when the winter weather meant a general downturn in Boardwalk audiences. But in the past few days, Freedom had been unseasonably warm, and the forecast promised clear skies today, so there was talk of going back to the Boardwalk. After putting her ablutions to rest, Eliza turned off the water and got ready to finish things up. She walked to the mirror when she saw the ghost of movement through the fogged-up window. She brushed aside the fog -- only to see curtains of snow falling from darkened skies. It was already piled up an inch, and didn't seem to be quitting. "Mom? Think you might be working from the office today..."

Knew I forgot an OOC thread. Ghost Girl and Temperance enjoy a snow day, until they find out it might last a lot longer than a day. All right, so for the Vetrgoltr, we'll be using Shaen's Fenris Wolf build at PL11 - ATT +7 Base (+9 Melee, +11 Unarmed), DEF +11 (+5 Flat-Footed), TOU +11, FORT +7, REF +9, WILL +7 (+11 vs. Fear), Damage +13 Melee/+11 Unarmed. Vetrgoltr goes on 7. Temperance goes on 14.

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!"

December 7, 2013 Kingston Midnight "Fullæstum! Cwæ, fullæstum mec!" The cry was coming from a deserted stretch of half-grown forest near a recent development as Cobalt Templar and Stronghold flew overhead, and as the ring-bearing sentinels flew low they soon found the source of the cry - a young woman about Corbin's apparent age, with long black hair cascading down her back and nearly chalk-white skin. Her clothes were a mess, a torn and slashed fast-food worker's uniform exposing half-healed wounds beneath as if she'd been attacked by a wild animal. Her eyes were the most striking; one an almost brilliant blue, the other a deep shade of purest black. When she caught sight of the descending heroes, she ran towards them, her eyes wide and her voice a scream. "Ellefnee, brega! Ic wédenheortu!" - December 7, 2013 Lincoln 1 AM Temperance was on patrol when the giant landed on the roof opposite her - there was no other way to describe the man-shaped, eagle-headed and magnificently-winged creature that towered at least twice her father's height as it pointed a taloned fist at her and spoke. The words were chilling like a winter squall, cold and wet as they slapped against her skin, the giant's voice like an avian shriek in an alien tongue. "Drýicge, for anlécas, ærfæder - Cume æt mec, or ic ábær ðu!" It shouted the words again, shaking those mighty wings, as it came closer and closer. Up close, she could feel the celestial chill that rose from those great wings, and see the ice that rimed the massive feathers - it was reaching for her, all right, as if planning to scoop her up into the night sky from which it had soundlessly come!

All right. Nobody speaks the language being spoken, so it is a mystery - and Temperance did not recognize the identity of the monster chasing her! We will use stats for my own Mystic Giant, with an ice rather than fire theme and with Flight 3. The ice eagle-giant gets Roll(1d20)+3: 12,+3 Total:15 15 on his initiative.

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.

GM July 14th Today, fortunately, was not as bad as people feared it would be. It was a bit humid, but there was some clouds so the temperature was at least reasonable. Good thing too, as today there was a scheduled beach cleanup along the shoreline of Lake Mckenzie. There was to be some heroes there, or at least the hope was there would be some there. That was not something the organizers could control. Fortunately it had started without a hitch, as these semi large scale events had a tendency to attract monkey wrenches. Fortunately the man running the event (a Mr. Edwin Mcgee), though a bit nebbish, had planned it pretty tightly.

Alright, superspeed and supernatural shenanigans! Interceptors, feel free to establish yourselves either on the same rooftop or nearby checking in on communicators. Thev, I'm assuming Jack has some way of reaching Velocity but if we need to specify how exactly, go for it. Temperance will get folded in a little later, so we'll keep you in the loop, troll.

The Hunter Museum of Natural History Friday, May 3rd, 3:00 PM By any reasonable measure of teenage autonomy, it was way, way too late in the school day to be in a museum. But the strictures of homework said otherwise, which was why Eliza Oxum and her friend Trenice were looking over the displays at the Hunter Museum, trying to do research. "Don't know why you're choosing to pick bones," said Trenice as they passed through a hall on the native tribes of New Jersey. "We'd probably find more exciting stuff at the Freedom Museum." "We can hit there next," she said. "And there was stuff happening long before any of us came here. We just tend to forget about that. Guess that's kinda the point of picking the topic." That and, if worse comes to worse, I guess I can ask Dad to ask what this place was like at the time. "Don't understand why they want us here," said Trenice. "It's like they completely missed the Internet." "Guess they want something tangible." "Or antiques. Listen, the tribes ain't my thing. I'm gonna go poke around the Egyptian wing. That's more my style." "I'll see you there." Eliza kept her eyes on the exhibits, taking notes, while Trenice headed off into the depths of the museum. Perhaps both of them would find something interesting today...

Temperance, Set and Sekhmet deal with some very upset mummies.

Aroma Cafe Monday, January 28th, 2013 3:52 PM Eliza sat in the corner of the coffee shop, taking in inspiration and trying to avoid distraction as long as possible. The small cafe in Lincoln was one of her regular after-school hangouts. It was one of the holdouts of the Seventies, aimed at encouraging art and expression in a part of the city with a reputation for gang warfare. The theory had been that it would be better for people to take it out with their voice than their fists - and, for more than a few, it had worked. The Aroma had a reputation for the "passion" of its clientele - that's when some people want to say "anger" but be real polite about it - but said clientele was an incredibly mixed bunch. More than a few students from Freedom College made their way down here and made it a regular hangout. Today, Eliza was working on her homework - notes towards a term paper, math problems, and another poem for her Creative Writing class. She wanted to get as much done as she could before Sharl showed up. She didn't know what was going on with him. They made a habit of talking regularly on the phone when they couldn't arrange to get together, and Eliza was used to Sharl being out of contact. His school often meant that there was some field trip to somewhere exotic and out of cell reception. But after the last jaunt, he'd been the one to call first, and he'd seemed... nervous. Somewhat excited, too. Said there was something important he wanted to talk about, and in person. So she waited, trying to focus on the necessary to make time for the important.

Friday, June 22nd 9:13 PM She didn't want to say anything like, "This heroing stuff is easy." She knew that led to all sorts of horribly cliched disasters raining down upon people's heads. But Eliza had to admit, there hadn't really been much happening the past few nights. Oh, sure, she'd only technically begun her patrols on Monday, once school was out. Before then was a lot of practice, a lot of training, and a lot of designing. She'd taken a trip to the Goodman Building just to make sure she got the right Atomwear to complete her costume - and that was after a few dozen passes of the various thrift stores in South Freedom to get the right coat. She didn't want to go out looking like Lady Liberty, but she still wanted something that looked professional while being dangerous. She had an image to cut. And she'd been cutting it all over Lincoln, taking aim at some of the usual low lifes - muggers, drug dealers, and, on Tuesday, a few thieves trying to clean out the safe of an OTB joint. One of them had pulled a gun on her, but she'd managed to throw an icicle right into its barrel. That was a hell of a thing to recall. But so far, it was quiet. She was lurking in the mouth of a back alley - she hadn't learned to travel through water like her dad, so she had to rely a lot on alleyways and stealth, and while it was tricky to pull off, it often brought her in line with her kind of targets. The sounds of the city played out around her, especially the thudding base - there was a block party going down a ways over. Maybe she'd make her way there later, if things got quiet - ditch the mask and the coat and just chill, enjoy the festivities. That quickly fell by the wayside as the screams rose, only to cut off as soon as they began. Eliza ran fast, tearing out of the alley way. Let's see what it is this time. Sounds big, whatever it is...

Temperance makes her heroic debut, runs into Wail, and deals with Rant, Rave... and other weirdness.

Player Name: Trollthumper Character Name: Temperance Power Level: 9/12 (133/203PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 70 In Brief: Daughter of a water elemental turned urban heroine with a sideline in spiritual matters. Alternate Identity: Eliza Oxum Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City, NJ Occupation: Student Affiliations: The Court of Tides (Father's Court) Family: Julia Oxum (mother, fortune teller), Michael Oxum (father, dockworker/water elemental) Description: When in civilian clothes, Eliza usually wears jeans, sneakers, and sweatshirts - nothing too different from the rest of her peer group. As Temperance, her clothing tends towards dark navy shades - a navy peacoat over dark blue body armor and Doc Martens, coupled with a mask made from opaque blue ice to conceal her identity. Age: 16 (DoB: August 3rd, 1995) Apparent Age: 16 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Black Height: 5'8" Weight: 110 lbs. Eyes: Black Hair: Blue Power Descriptions: All Powers - Water, Ice, Magical, Spiritual Blast w/ Autofire - Temperance causes water to swirl about her, then freeze into hail stones. The hail stones launch towards the target with the force of a fast ball from a professional pitcher. (+Bludgeoning) Snare - The water that swirls around Temperance coalesces around a target, then freezes solid. (+Entrapment) Trip - The ground area Temperance frosts over in patches, making it hard to retain balance. Move Object - Temperance raises her hands, and water surges forth from whatever holds it. History: Eliza's parents were always open with her, willing to tell her what she needed to know. The fact that, at a young age, she quickly cottoned to the fact that her "imaginary friends" might not be so imaginary likely had something to do with that. When she was seven, her mother and father sat her down and told her about how they'd really met. Eliza had always known that her father worked at the docks of the Waterfront. What she learned that day was that he wasn't human. He was a water elemental, a high-ranking member of the Court of Tides. Such spirit courts moved invisibly through the fabric of the earth, of it but hidden from it. Michael - whose real name was the thunder of a wave crashing against a cliff - had his eyes on the human world, and in watching the Boardwalk, had taken a shine to Julia, who read cards and palms for tourists. The two enjoyed a whirlwind romance that never faltered, even when Michael revealed what he really was. With the (begrudging) approval of his Court, the two were wed. The matter of Eliza's birth resulted in some consternation - the purists of the various Courts were unsure about spirits siring children with mortals, saying the results could be dire - but their complaints were nothing to the couple as they beheld their beautiful daughter for the first time. As far as Julia and Michael know, they gave birth to a perfectly normal girl, putting to rest the concerns of Michael's colleagues. But unbeknownst to them, Eliza has inherited her some of her father's power. After a lot of practice with glasses, bathtubs, and one embarrassing incident with the kitchen sink, she's attained fairly solid control over water and its various states. She's out to make a name for herself on the streets of Freedom, cleaning up her community and making sure that humanity remains in balance with the spirits. Personality & Motivation: When on the streets, Temperance embodies the term "sangfroid." Her speech is flowery, poetic, but still cold and pointed. She has a tendency towards theatricality and brusqueness, but always shows other heroes warmth. Out of costume, she's much more upbeat, active, and friendly, though quick to jump in and defend others or her beliefs. Powers & Tactics: Temperance usually needs water in some form to influence her powers, which is why she carries a Camelback under her pea coat to provide her with enough water to form into projectiles, black ice, and other armaments. While she can call water that she perceives, she hasn't reached the point that she can sense its mere presence. She will try to subdue targets by ensnaring them or getting them off their feet, relying on projectiles when little else works. Complications: ...And Not a Drop To Drink: In an urban environment with full utilities, and with her Camelback with her, Temperance usually has enough water to use her powers. But in an arid, dehydrated environment, she's pretty much out of luck. Child of Soil, Child of Water: Temperance's dad is a powerful member of the Court of Tides, which means there are a number of water elementals - and other elementals - who have business with him. The fact that Temperance is a "half-breed" is more than enough reason for some of the purists among her dad's kind to take issue with her. It's Ten O'Clock, Do You Know Where Your Daughter Is?: Temperance is keeping her superhero career hidden from her folks - at least, at first. She's afraid of what her dad might say about the fact that his seemingly normal daughter has inherited his elemental mantle. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 6 + 4 = 20 PP Strength 10 (+0) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 14 (+2) Intelligence 12 (+1) Wisdom 16 (+3) Charisma 14 (+2) Combat: 10 + 10 = 16 PP Attack: +5 (+8 Aquatic Mastery) Defense: +9 (+5 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Initiative: +6 Grapple: +4 Knockback: -8/-1 Saving Throws: 5 + 6 + 4 = 15 PP Toughness: +8/+2 (+2 CON, +6 Protection) Fortitude: +7 (+2 CON, +5) Reflex: +8 (+2 DEX, +6) Will: +7 (+3 WIS, +4) Skills: 68r = 17 PP Acrobatics 6 (+8) Concentration 4 (+7) Diplomacy 4 (+6) Gather Information 7 (+9) Intimidate 8 (+10) Knowledge (arcane lore) 8 (+9) Knowledge (current events) 5 (+6) Knowledge (streetwise) 8 (+9) Notice 6 (+9) Sense Motive 6 (+9) Swim 6 (+6) Feats: 12 PP All-Out Attack Dodge Focus 4 Evasion Improved Initiative Luck 2 Power Attack Uncanny Dodge (audio) Well-Informed Powers: 33 + 2 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 2 = 49 PP Aquatic Mastery, 27 PP Array (Feats: Accurate 2, Alternate Power 3) [29 PP] Base: Blast 9 (Extras: Autofire 1) [27 PP] “hailstorm†Alternate Power: Snare 9 (Extras: Regenerating) [27 PP] “permafrost†Alternate Power: Trip 9 (Extras: Duration [Concentration], Area Shapeable) [27 PP] “black ice†Alternate Power: Move Object 9 (Extras: Area Shapeable, Range [Perception]; Flaws: Limited to Water) [27 PP] Alternate Power: Transform 9 ​(Water to Ice) [27PP] Comprehend (Spirits) 1 [2 PP] Flight 3 (50mph, Flaws: Platform) [3PP] Immunity 3 (cold, high pressure, suffocation from drowning) [3 PP] Protection 6 [6 PP] Super-Senses (Detect Spirits Ranged) 2 [2 PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast Ranged DC23 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Snare Ranged DC18 Reflex 1/2 save DC18 Reflex (Staged) Ensnared Trip Ranged DC18 Reflex 1/2 save DC18 STR, DEX, or Acrobatics Prone Move Object Ranged DC23 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (17) + Feats (12) + Powers (49) - Drawbacks (0) = 133/203 Power Points