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  1. Name: Crystal Gazer Power Level: 10/10 (150/155PP) Tradeoffs: None Unspent PP: 5 In Brief: Telepathic teen trying to escape her criminal family. Alternate Identity: Louise 'Lulu' Beaumont Identity: Secret Birthplace: Columbia, AL Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont Academy Family: Charlene Beaumont (mother), Darryl Beaumont (father), Kyle Beaumont (older brother), Caleb Beaumont (older brother), Bobby Beaumont (older brother), Megan Howell-Harrow and Robert Harrow (foster parents) Description: DOB: February 23, 2002 Gender: Female Height: 5' 6" Weight: 125 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Red Lulu is a pretty girl from Alabama with pale skin, long red hair and dark brown eyes. She wears a lot of denim, mostly cutoffs in her favorite colors (pink and black), and she favors denim purses trimmed with studs or sequins. In terms of shoes, she has a large collection of pink sneakers and gym shoes, and she often wears girly baseball caps. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup, mostly just enhancing her lips and eyes. Claremont provided her with a rather bulky armored suit in response to her case worker's concerns about her safety; as a going away gift, her brother Bobby spray-painted it pink and black and spelled 'GAZER' across the back shoulders in sequins, like a football jersey. History: The Beaumont family has a somewhat checkered past back in Columbia, Alabama, with a history full of moonshine stills, reckless driving, and the occasional assault or petty theft. But those exploits are largely associated with the men of the family; the Beaumont women are known for something entirely different. Some call it ‘the gift’ and others ‘the sight’, but the red-headed women of this family all seem to have an eeriness to them. Harriet Beaumont predicted the 1935 Labor Day Hurricane, and Imogene Beaumont before her saw the Blocton Mine cave-in of 1895 clear as day. The fact of the matter is, very few of the Beaumonts have demonstrated the ‘true gift’, but that hasn't kept them from running a lucrative fortune-telling business for over forty years out of a rundown house just outside of town. On the night Lulu was born, a bolt of lightning struck a tree in their backyard, splitting it right down the middle, though there hadn't been a storm. Her father Darryl, an assistant manager at the local Piggly Wiggly who’d recently been fired for stealing steaks, declared nothing good would ever come of the girl, and seemed determined to prove his point. Darryl hounded her incessantly throughout her childhood, while showering undeserved praise on his delinquent sons Kyle and Caleb, both of whom were notorious in the Columbia area for drunken fights and making their own explosives. Only the Beaumont’s youngest son Bobby ever showed her any kindness, and they had always been close. However, once she began to show signs of the true sight at age ten, everything changed; suddenly Lulu was 'daddy's little girl’ as Darryl finally saw a way to use her to make money. With Lulu's unseen help, the fortune-telling business became very profitable, but her daddy didn't stop there. He forced his young daughter to extract credit card and banking information from their clients’ minds, threatening her or Bobby with physical harm if she didn't comply. They even pulled her out of school when she turned thirteen, supposedly to ‘homeschool’ her, but really it was to have her around the house so she could do more 'sneakin’ and peekin'’, and her studies suffered. One day when she was a fifteen, it finally came to a head; Darryl wanted her to enter the thoughts of woman who'd just lost her husband, and was looking to talk to his ‘spirit’, a scam they'd pulled before. But the woman had three children to feed, and her daddy wanted to rob her blind. When Lulu refused to steal her thoughts, Darryl moved to strike her, but then he suddenly stopped; Lulu had just discovered her mind control ability. To her father's horror, she forced him to drive them both to the local police station to confess to his crimes. However she couldn't maintain control forever, and a confession under coercion is not legally admissible. The revelations were enough for DCFS to step in, and when word of her story reached the headmaster of Claremont Academy, an offer was made to place her with a foster family in Freedom and enroll her in the academy, where she could obtain a proper education and learn to use her powers for good. She chose the heroic name 'Crystal-Gazer’ after the derogatory term her dad used to describe the family fortune-telling business. Personality & Motivation: Lulu is friendly and outgoing, though prone to long, thoughtful gazes, which usually means she's using one of her powers. She loves to find out other people's stories, but is fairly reluctant to share her own, as she is deeply ashamed of her family. Though she learned a lot of tricks and scams from her brothers, she detests swindlers of any kind, and will only use these skills for harmless pranks or to punish wrongdoing. Lulu is very powerful telepath, the sort that only comes around once or twice a generation, and she feels awful about how her family used her powers for criminal gain. She is particularly interested in exposing con artists and loan sharks, and any who would harm mothers or children. Powers & Tactics: Lulu can read minds, project her senses miles away, send thoughts to others and create impressive psychic illusions, including the ability to make herself invisible, though this does not fool devices like cameras or other surveillance equipment. She can also control minds, though she finds this power a little unsettling. As a more or less straight telepath who lacks any purely physical powers, Lulu has to get creative in a combat situation. She mostly relies on her illusions to confuse or frighten bad guys, though her ESP is excellent for recon. If things get really desperate, she will take over a thug's body, and shift the balance of power that way. Complications: "Ah’m sorry, ah didn't mean to pry.” Sometimes it's hard for Lulu to resist the urge to poke around other people's heads, even though she knows it's wrong. “Ah can't let them find me!” Lulu lives in terror of her family tracking her down in Freedom and trying to take her back home. “There's too many voices in mah head!” As a small town psychic in a big city, sometimes Lulu can get overwhelmed by all the telepathic ‘noise’ in the area. “Oh, ah didn't mean nothin’ by it!” Sometimes Lulu likes to play pranks on her friends with her powers; it isn't always well-received. “Ah dunno; it just gets really hard sometimes.” Lulu's been through a lot and is a long way from home, and misses her brother Bobby. Sometimes this can lead to depression and loneliness. Abilities: 0 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 10 + 8 = 28PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 20 (+5) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 8 + 10 = 18PP Initiative: +1 Attack: +4 Defense: +10 (+5 Base, +5 Dodge Focus) Grapple: +4 Knockback: -5 Saves: 3 + 4 + 5 = 12PP Toughness: +10 (+2 Con, +4 Defensive Roll, +4 Protection) Fortitude: +5 (+2 Con, +3) Reflex: +5, (+1 Dex, +4) Will: +10 (+5 Wis, +5) Skills: 76R=19PP Bluff 12 (+16) Skill Mastery Concentration 15 (+20) Diplomacy 15 (+19) Skill Mastery Disable Device 4 (+5) Drive 4 (+5) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 3 (+5) Knowledge (Streetwise) 3 (+5) Notice 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Sense Motive 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Feats: 8PP Equipment 1 Fascinate (Bluff) Luck Second Chance (Concentration checks to maintain powers) Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Notice, Sense Motive) Trance Taunt Ultimate Save (Will) Equipment: 4 + 1 = 5EP Heavy armored suit: Protection 4 [4EP] Laptop: [1EP] Powers: 7 + 36 + 8 + 14 = 65PP (Descriptors: all psionic) Enhanced Feats 7 (Defensive Roll 2 and Dodge Focus 5) [7PP] (Telepathic) Psionics 16.5 (33PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 3) [36PP] (Telepathic) BE: ESP 4 (Clairvoyance; Auditory + Visual Senses, 1 mile, DC 24 Notice; Extras: Action [Free], Duration [Sustained], No Conduit, Simultaneous; Feats: Fast Task 4 [Full Action to search 1-mile-diameter area], Subtle) {33/33} AP: Illusion 8 (All Senses; Extra: Duration [Sustained]; Flaw: Phantasm, Feat: Selective) {33/33} AP: Mind Control 10 (Domination; Extras: Conscious, Instant Command; Flaw: Action [Full]; Feats: Mental Link, Subtle) {32/33} AP: Stun 10 (Pain or Sleep; Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Mental, Range 2 [Perception]; Flaw: Action [Full]; Feats: Sedation, Subtle, Variable Descriptor [pain or sleep]) {33/33} Super-Senses 12 (Danger Sense [Mental], Mental Awareness 2 [Mental], Postcognition [Flaw: Uncontrolled], Precognition [Flaw: Uncontrolled], Uncanny Dodge [Mental]) [8PP] Telepathy 6 (12PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 2) [14PP] (Telepathic) BE: Communication 6 (Mental, 20 miles; Extras: Linked [Comprehend]; Feats: Rapid 3 [x1000], Subtle) {8} + Comprehend 1 (Speak Any Language; Extras: Linked [Communication]) {2} =12/12} AP: Concealment 10 (All Senses, Flaw: Phantasm, Feats: Selective) {11/12} AP: Mind Reading 10 (Extras: Effortless, Mental, Flaw: Duration [Instant/Lasting]; Feats: Subtle) {11/12} Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP Totals: Abilities (28) + Combat (18) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (19) + Feats (8) + Powers (65) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/155 Power Points DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 16 Toughness Damage [Physical] Illusion Perception Check vs. Will Decieved Mind Control Perception Check vs. Will Controlled Stun Perception DC 20 Will Save Dazed/Stunned
  2. Black Rabbit Power Level: 10 (150/150) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: +5 Attack/-5 Damage In Brief: Ex-New Freedomite Teen Endowed with Ancestral Rabbit Totem Alternate Identity: Tom Rhodes (Secret) Birthplace: “Pella, Iowa.” (New Freedom, Antarctica) Residence: Claremont Academy, Freedom City Base of Operations: Claremont Academy Occupation: Claremont Student, Superhero-in-Training Affiliations: Claremont Academy, AEGIS Family: “Totally still alive back home in Iowa.” (Rebekkah Carter (Mother), Silver-Stag (Father), both presumed deceased.) Description: Age: 16 (DoB: April 17th, 2002) Apparent Age: Mid-Teens Gender: Male Ethnicity: Mixed New Freedomite/Native American Height: 5’8” Weight: 160 Lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Appearance: With warm, perpetually sun-kissed skin, dark wavy hair, cool brown eyes, an athletic build and natural boyish charm, Tom Rhodes is clearly blessed with both good genes and his parents’ borderline preternatural good looks. In another life, he might have made a fine model later in life, were it not for the multitude of scars dotting his body - each of which he’s devised a clever lie to conceal the truth behind. Old lacerations and pock marks are most common on his arms, back, and chest from training, while the tell-tale signs of a poorly healed burn is sorely present on his right shoulder. An extremely faint, short, almost wholly vertical scar lines his left cheek, while another has left a noticeable gap in his left brow. Aside from his physical looks, the way he carries himself is also noticeable under any kind of scrutiny. He moves with rhythmic purpose, a sort of precision and order that really starts to stand out the more kids you put him side-by-side with. Poor funding aside for such niceties, avoiding the fashion faux pas of Freedom City has been a challenge for Tom, and it clearly shows as his transition from an entire wardrobe consisting of militant greys to one that permits color (and other fabrics, even!) continues to ruin any chance of appearing cool, suave or even just well-dressed without the assistance of others. Typically, when left to his own devices, he prefers thrift store clothes in solid dark colors and practical denim with last years least fashionable tennis shoes. This is just a polite way of saying he dresses slightly better than some hobos - but only some. Generally speaking, Tom prefers to simply wear the Claremont uniform whenever possible. Though he’s not especially fond of the bright colors that it takes up, he does appreciate the sense of camaraderie and unity it instills; arguably the last remnant of respect he might have for his initial upbringing. He hasn’t made any personal amendments to it, aside from adopting a yellow-and-blue hood and domino mask to go along with it when he’s out and about fighting for his new home in Freedom City. History: Growing up in New Freedom under the regime of President Harper, Three-Winds was the latest in a long line of totemic champions, destined to follow in the footsteps of his grandparents and parents as peacekeepers against the enemies that took up residence both inside and outside of its walls. It was a childhood of conflicting educations: of both the Old Guard of Othello, the Old Ways of his people and the spirits they revered, but also of the brutal indoctrination initiated by Jade Harper and New Freedom’s newly-minted (and quickly escalating) cruel way of life. Striking a delicate balance between spiritualism and fascist militarism, Three-Winds was groomed by his parents for obedience and to further the cause Othello had started, bearing all the strengths and talents to make it within the swiftly changing regime. Even as a child he was a quick-witted, resourceful, and loyal follower of the New Freedomite way of life, and while his parents’ powers lead them towards careers of brutal pugilism and enforcement, the blessings of Rabbit that Three-Winds inherited from his totemic lineage lead him towards a more insidious path - that of the agent provocateur and infiltrator, ferreting out dissenters and would-be terrorists within New Freedom in the name of their Glorious Leader. Though a promising prodigy, his career took a drastic turn when Jade Harper was removed from power and her daughter, Leah Harper, assumed the presidency. Her transition wasn’t smooth, and as the years wore on, the first cracks in the foundations of loyalty instilled by her predecessors were beginning to form; cracks, unfortunately, the new President Harper detected. Among those questioning her conduct were Three-Winds’ parents; too close to the top, they were a liability she couldn’t afford to leave unchecked. And so, quietly, she arranged for a mishap to transpire overseas as she sent them on a mercenary operation to Central Africa. As predicted, they never returned. There was no eulogy for his parents; only a government statement given that the operation was a wash and they had been killed in action. But Three-Winds had grown suspicious. Though barely older than fourteen himself, he’d been trained to see through such facades; that, coupled with his growing angst and grief at the loss of his parents was enough to finally loosen the hold of New Freedom’s indoctrination form his mind. He set out on a dangerous mission to uncover the truth, finally deducing his suspicions were well-founded: Leah Harper had set the whole thing up as part of her reformation project to hand-pick her newest sets of agents and remove those already in place - including Three-Winds himself. Barely managing to escape New Freedom in the dead of night and under cover of a snowstorm, it was sheer luck that he was picked up by an AEGIS reconnaissance squad before the frigid clime of the Antarctic could claim him. Quietly extradited to the United States, he spilled his guts regarding everything he knew about New Freedom. In exchange, he was offered amnesty, and the chance to have a real life; one outside of the tyrannical grip of Supreme Glorious Leader Harper and her corrupt Inner Council. After a few years isolated in an AEGIS safe-house and subjected to mental rehabilitation and re-education, Three-Winds - now under the WITPRO alias of Tom Rhodes - was deemed fit for reintegration into American society, with special arrangements made to further his education given his unique talents. Highly-trained and harboring a magical spirit that granted him superhuman powers, there was really only one place suited for someone like Tom: Claremont Academy in Freedom City, where he would, with a little luck and a lot of determination, finally have the chance at a fresh start. Personality & Motivation: Cool and detached, but otherwise seemingly well-adjusted, Tom lacks the overt angst common among the standard breed of teenager, a trait alone which might raise suspicion as to his true origins. On the surface and within a community full of superheroes, this might be perfectly normal; until it falls under extensive scrutiny, anyway. There’s a palpable aloofness to him, an air of foreignness when compared to your typical American teenager that reeks of methodical training, complete with an eerie ability to remain organized and clean. Sure, he laughs at everyone’s bad jokes and makes quick, charmingly dry remarks from time to time in an attempt to fit in, but he’s never really there, and the harder one looks, the more obvious it starts to become that he's anything but garden variety, the occasional sign of militant training or coldly pragmatic rationale slipping through the cracks. If nothing else, the accent’s a dead giveaway for anyone even remotely familiar with the residents of New Freedom (which, Tom hopes, isn’t many at Claremont Academy!); there’s just something about it, a peculiar richness in the inflection that’s just off that screams “actually not from here,” despite his best endeavors to mask it and fit in with a society he’s only just started to experience first-hand. But Tom is trying. This is really the best thing that can be said about him. He really is doing the best he can to adapt to his new life in Freedom City and turn his training as an agent for a vile dictator into those of a genuine bonafide superhero, make friends, and generally be a normal teenager (albeit with superpowers). But it’s like walking on eggshells, constantly straddling what he'd been taught while trying his best to do what's right. It doesn't help that he’d known only what his extremely limited education about life outside of his homeland he was permitted, making things more than a little awkward at times as he tries to put his dangerous past behind him… well, mostly, anyway. It’s true that he yearns for a fresh start, but the pangs of vengeance still fester; a need to avenge the deaths of his parents a violent spark that at any moment could ignite the fuel that is his anger. He’s tried to make peace with their passing but has had only marginal luck, even with the assistance of Rabbit’s spirit trying to soothe and guide him emotionally. All in all, he wants to do the right thing, inspired by the patriotism of the American way of life and Freedom City’s unflappable pursuit to do good. But it’s going to take time to make the full transition - maybe a lot of time - and to put those demons to rest once and for all. Powers & Tactics: As a former agent-in-training for New Freedom’s vicious totalitarianistic government, Black Rabbit is surprisingly well-trained, capable of employing military-level martial arts and covert operations training alongside his bizarrely potent totemic rabbit powers to undermine criminals and villains with astounding efficacy. Though his powers are subtle and indirect in nature, Black Rabbit isn’t afraid to use them; quite the contrary, really, given that in New Freedom people with superpowers are the norm. Once subterfuge fails, he moves in with precision, focused on ending a fight as quickly and efficiently as possible. Black Rabbit prefers to utilize his astounding speed and agility to close the gap and get into close-quarters combat, wherein he can unleash debilitating holds, quick feints, and potent strikes to render foes unconscious. When push comes to shove and the dice fall out of favor, Black Rabbit relies on the his totem spirit and its ability to manipulate luck - for himself, for his team, and against his foes - in-order to skew victory in his favor, trusting in the spirit of Rabbit and the magical blessings it confers to protect him from harm. Power Descriptions: (All Powers Have the "Magic" Descriptor.) As the Black Rabbit, many of his powers lack the flair and flashiness of his superheroic counterparts. Despite being able to run and hop astounding distances, being endowed with super-hearing, armed with razor-sharp claws and teeth, a strange talent for manipulating luck, and the ability to kick bricks to smithereens, nothing outwardly obvious seems amiss about the current heir to the spirit of Rabbit. Under closer magical examination, however, things are a little more obvious. A warm, off-white aura surrounds the Black Rabbit; an extension of both his spiritual attunement and the envelopment of the spirit itself shrouding him in its protective nature in the shape of a rabbit upon more focused inspection. It serves as much as a metaphysical shield as it does an extension of Tom’s own will, its energies ebbing and flowing alongside the young totem’s emotions. While Rabbit’s spirit confers a number of physical boons, it’s the spirit’s unique ability to protect its inherited champion by twisting fortunes in their favor through subtle, normally unexplainable manipulations - chiefly by manipulating the physical world through the spiritual plane, such as invisibly nudging bullets off-course, reflexively fortifying Tom’s physique or talents to avoid danger, or causing well-timed mishaps that otherwise wouldn’t have happened at all. Channeled equally through sheer willpower and instinct, the aura grows brighter and more intense with each use until Rabbit’s luck-altering powers inevitably wane, leaving his aura dim and virtually colorless as it recedes back into Black Rabbit himself to recuperate. Complications: A Hive of Scum & Villainy (Prejudice): There’s a reason nobody talks about New Freedom, as it’s a blight on everything that the real Freedom City and the United States stand for. Some people might not take too kindly were they to learn that Tom is, in fact, from that horrible, despicable, not-very-good place. A Wolf in Kid’s Clothing (Age): Despite his maturity growing up under the brutal regime of Glorious Supreme President Leah Harper, he’s still by way of the United States legislature a minor. No booze, no admittance to certain places, and definitely subject to a curfew officers of the law will enforce when he’s not in-costume. Don’t Talk About My Parents (Temper): Under normal circumstances, Black Rabbit is an unflinching vanguard of immutable calm… riiiiight up until you talk about his parents. All bets are off after that. From New Freedom, With Love (Enemy): Black Rabbit is playing a very dangerous game as a defector, especially given the knowledge he took with him. Leah Harper and the rest of the New Freedom Council don’t take kindly to deserters, and should his presence be discovered, their retribution will undeniably be swift and ruthless. It’s a Secret to Everyone (Identity): As if keeping an alter-ego as the Black Rabbit wasn’t hard enough, Tom Rhodes is also under the WITPRO program and a defector from the dictatorship of New Freedom. Revealing this little factoid not only puts himself at risk, but also anyone who knows the truth should a New Freedom black ops hit squad come calling. Only AEGIS and a few key, highly-selective individuals know, and it’s best to keep it that way. Report to the Principal's Office Immediately (Responsibility): Part of Tom’s rehabilitation into normal society means going to school. While AEGIS was nice enough to foot the bill to get him in the door of Claremont Academy, it’s up to him to maintain that academic level of excellence and not just skip school to beat up bad guys on the regs (and on their dime!). Speak to Me, O Spirits! (Obsession): Until recently, there was only so much about his heritage and his spiritual connection that Tom was permitted to know. Now that he’s finally free from the grasp of New Freedom and its vile indoctrination tactics, he finally has the opportunity to reconnect with his Native American ancestry and uncover the mystical secrets of his birthright. Abilities: 10 + 14 + 12 + 0 + 4 + 6 = 46PP Strength: 20 (+5) Dexterity: 24 (+7) Constitution: 22 (+6) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+2) Combat: 10 + 10 = 20PP Initiative: +7 (+7 Dex) Attack: +5 Base, +15 Melee Defense: +10 (+5 Base, +5 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +20 Knockback: -5/-2 (w/o Defensive Roll 2) Saving Throws: 2 + 5 + 6 = 13PP Toughness: +10/+6 [w/o Defensive Roll 2] (+6 Con, +4 Defensive Roll 2) Fortitude: +8 (+6 Con, +2) Reflex: +12 (+7 Dex, +5) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Skills: 64R = 16PP Acrobatics 3 (+10) Bluff 8 (+11/+15 Attractive) Skill Mastery Diplomacy 7 (+10/+14 Attractive) Disguise 7 (+10) Escape Artist 3 (+10) Gather Information 7 (+10) Intimidate 7 (+10) Notice 8 (+10) Skill Mastery Sense Motive 8 (+10) Skill Mastery Sleight of Hand 3 (+10) Stealth 3 (+10) Skill Mastery Feats: 30PP Attack Focus [Melee] 10 Attractive 1 Beginner’s Luck Chokehold Defensive Roll 2 Dodge Focus 5 Evasion Fast Challenge (Feint) Fearless Grappling Finesse Improved Grab Improved Grapple Improved Pin Power Attack Skill Mastery 1 [Bluff, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth] Uncanny Dodge [Auditory] Powers: 4 + 4 + 11 + 6 = 25PP Enhanced Feats 4 (Ultimate Save [Fortitude, Reflex, Toughness, Will]) [4PP] - Mystical Resilience BE: Leaping 3 (Running Long Jump 150’, Standing Long Jump 75’, Vertical Jump 30’, Feats: Alternate Power 1) [4PP] - Bunny Hops AP: Speed 3 (50 MPH/500’) - Blistering Rabbit Speed Luck Control 2 (Affects Others, Force Reroll; Feats: Enhanced Luck 5) [11PP] - Rabbit's Luck Super-Senses 6 (Accurate Hearing, Danger Sense, Extended Hearing 2 [100’], Radius Hearing) [6PP] - Uncannily Acute Ears of the Rabbit DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed +15 Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (46) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (16) + Feats (30) + Powers (25) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points
  3. Player Name: Electra Character Name: Chelone Power Level: 10 (180/180PP) Tradeoffs: Defense -5/Toughness +5 Unspent PP: 0 In Brief: Tortoise totem with timeliness troubles Alternate Identity: Danica Holmes Identity: Secret Birthplace: Albuquerque, NM Occupation: High School Student, Junior Avatar Affiliations: Tortoises, Claremont Academy Family: Stephanie Munson (mother), Arthur Holes (father) DOB: March 15, 1986 Gender: Female Height: 5’0 Weight: 140lbs unshelled, up to 12 tons if she’s feeling truculent Hair: Short, brown Eyes: Black Description: When she is in her most human disguise, Danica looks like a small, slightly stocky white teenage girl with brown hair in a chin-length bob and black eyes just wide enough to make her look perpetually surprised by the world. She likes acid-wash blue jeans and t-shirts for bands that were popular in the nineties and early aughts, and usually wears a huge LL Bean backpack with a camping frame small enough to accommodate her size. In her realest form, Danica’s skin takes on a slightly gray-green tinge too lively to be corpselike and her eyes get even wider, with the white part almost disappearing. She still looks human, but she is very tortoisey indeed. Much of her body is obscured by the large tortoise shell that covers her body from collarbones to thighs, a pale greeny-yellow on the front but with dramatic yellow striations on the black surface of the back. Although it looks quite sturdy and in a dangerous situation can become an impenetrable wall, most of the time the shell is surprisingly flexible to allow her a nearly full range of movement. History: Stephanie Munson loved tortoises more than anybody else. That was a fact. As a child, she became fascinated with the landbound species of order Chelonia, and would angrily correct anybody who tried to say she liked turtles. Turtles were all well and good, but they were not tortoises (at least not in American English!) Growing up in semi-rural Arizona gave her a chance to help the local college students track and monitor tortoise populations even as she absorbed the classes that would let her pursue the biological sciences herself. Through college and grad schools she scrimped, saved and fought to take research trips to the Galapagos islands for their giant tortoises and to India to see beautiful and endangered star tortoises in their natural habitat. She wrote papers, published articles, and worked with the leading lights in the field of tortoise research and conservation until she’d learned everything they knew. When it came time to pursue a romantic partner, she chose a fellow traveler, a handsome man named Arthur Holmes who just happened to be the head reptile keeper at the Albuquerque Zoological park. It was an excellent match amongst like-minded people who loved each other almost as much as they loved their studies. In a world of magic, passion is a powerful thing. Enough passion can shape the world, change lives, even draw the attention of unknowable forces. Since antiquity, humans have acknowledged the power of turtles and tortoises as agents of stability and wisdom, imbued with life force beyond the understanding of mortals. All of that is true in the way that all folklore has a heart of truth that is only strengthened by belief. At the juncture where life and passion and freefloating magic all meet, strange things can happen. Life can be created that is not the same as other lives. An avatar can be created. Not that Stephanie and Arthur knew any of that. All that they knew was that Stephanie’s pregnancy did not go at all as planned, that the fetus was lively but did not thrive, that even after adjusting forward the estimated date of conception several months past when Stephanie first suspected she was pregnant, the size-for-week was all wrong. Stephanie did know that she stopped counting the weeks after a full year had passed since the first pregnancy test and started wondering if this pregnancy would ever end. Normally no doctor worth their salt would let a pregnancy go so long out of fear for the mother, but Stephanie was healthy and the female fetus seemed healthy as well, just growing very, very slowly. They left the choice to her, and Stephanie chose to go on. And on, and on. It wasn’t a great time, but in March of 1986, a full year and a half after that first test, she gave birth to a perfect, healthy, beautiful baby girl just the right size for a newborn half her gestational age. After eighteen months of consulting baby name books, Danica Kameyo Izegbe Mirabella Holmes was probably lucky to not get even more names piled onto her tiny head. The strangeness of this baby did not stop with the delivery. Danica was an amiable baby, eating and sleeping like she should, alert within the limits of her fuzzy vision and hearing, not unduly fussy, but she began missing milestones almost right away. She gained only half a pound in the first month and grew only half an inch. By the time she was four months old, she was only beginning to reach for items above her head or push herself up on her arms, and she was still the size of a two-month old child. Stephanie and Arthur both took a break from their life-long passions to focus all their considerable analytical attention on what might be wrong with their beloved child. After exhausting all the local specialists and everything the Mayo Clinic in Arizona had to offer, they began widening their search. Finally in Southern California they encountered a shaman who said their daughter was special, that she was an avatar. An avatar of what, he could not say, he didn’t have the skill, but it was a clue at least. Cachet in the scientific community didn’t always translate across fields, but by using all their considerable connections they managed to land an interview with Adrian Eldritch, the Master Mage of Earth. They’d have gone to Freedom City if they had to, but instead Eldritch had shown up in their living room and spent almost twenty minutes playing with the year-old Danica, who was just starting to sit up and tolerate rice cereal. Eldritch confirmed that the shaman was right, that Danica was an avatar of an ancient, nameless tortoise spirit that had been looking for a way to manifest on earth. Worship, Eldritch had told them dryly, could take many forms, but it always made spirits stronger. Danica was growing so slowly because she was growing on a timeline much different from humans, not because she was sick or damaged. It wasn’t all bad news, he assured them. She would age very slowly her whole life, and likely live a very, very long time. Think of everything such a child would see! It took awhile for Stephanie and Arthur to sort out all the immediate responses to this, but one question came up very quickly: how would they take care of a child who wouldn’t be grown until they were old? If Danica continued at her current rate of growth, by the time she was ready for college both of them would be long since retired. Eldritch smiled a little and reported that the spirit had granted them a boon as well: as long as their daughter was a child, they would not age as humans did either. Only when she reached maturity would they go back to experiencing their normal lifespans. He couldn’t give them specifics beyond that rather vague wording, but it was something, at least. And at least they knew what was happening now. Eldritch finished by saying that it was entirely likely that Danica would develop some kind of magical abilities at some point, and they should definitely let him or his successor know. So Danica grew up, so very, very slowly as the decades passed around her. Her parents were not interested in spreading the word of her condition around, so they began moving around, first from daycare to daycare, then school district to school district. Danica legally had to be in school, despite the problems that would inevitably arise, so they did the best they could. It was fairly easy in the eighties and nineties to fudge a birthdate here and there, letting Danica enroll with children half her age but the exact same developmental stages. It was also easier in the eighties and nineties to avoid explaining to Danica why she never kept the same friends for more than a year or two, or why the people on the television shows looked different as the years passed. She was a bright and curious child who liked to read and garden, though she wasn’t much for playing outdoors because it took her such a long time to get anywhere. By the time she was fourteen, she started wanting to know why she was different from the other kids, why nobody ever stuck around, why she really didn’t look or act the same as other children her age. Her parents explained the basics of her situation to her in ways that a seven-year-old could understand. It made sense for her to make friends with much younger children because her years were twice as long as other children’s. The 2000s brought an era of electronic recordkeeping with it that made a lot of their previous strategies untenable. Danica turned eighteen in 2004, automatically aging her out of the public school system, so it didn’t make much sense to move around anymore. Stephanie and Arthur settled in and opened a tortoise and terrapin sanctuary in New Mexico and began a freewheeling sort of unschooling that worked well for a child who learned things just fine but took so much longer to mature. She made friends among the local kids, and for awhile it was almost like being normal, with best friends and sleepovers and talk about favorite cartoon shows and books. Inevitably, however, Danica’s friends grew up. By the time she was ten (more or less), her friends were twelve, and when she was emotionally eleven, they were fourteen and teenagers, heading into high school and no longer very interested in the things she liked. This was rather painful, but she did her best to make new friends, often with the younger siblings of her old friends. It wasn’t particularly successful, since now she was known in the neighborhood as the weird girl who liked baby stuff and wasn’t getting taller or starting her period or anything. When Danica was twenty-six, she was a little dismayed to find herself moving slower than ever. She could walk just fine, it was simply that she couldn’t walk fast. Even if she ran, she ran slowly, pedaled a bike slowly, rode a scooter slowly. It only became more apparent as her body got older and she still couldn’t keep up with other kids her apparent age. In retaliation for this (against who is unclear, perhaps just the world) she went through a brief tree-climbing phase where instead of moving forward, she just moved up instead. New Mexico isn’t known for its tall trees, but the neighborhood she lived in had a few good ones and she was able to get a good thirty feet up the one in her backyard, shinnying with knees and elbows, before she fell the whole way down right in front of her startled parents. The impact was jarring, but when she stood up she was completely unhurt and had a beautiful black and yellow shell covering torso and abdomen. The shell could be summoned and dismissed at will, usually appeared on its own if she felt threatened, and was big enough that she could tuck her limbs and head in for maximum protection. Unlike an actual tortoise’s shell, it appeared over her clothing and she could climb in and out of it if she really wanted to. Her parents were fascinated but baffled, and realized quickly that they were beyond their field of expertise. Another call to Adrian Eldritch put Stephanie and Arthur in touch with the Nicholson School, an elementary and middle-school program for children with exceptional abilities. It was all the way across the country in Freedom City, far from their homes and their work, but it sounded like exactly the thing Danica needed. They’d just spend a few years doing other things, that was all. The Holmes family packed up and moved into a little townhouse near the school and Danica began attending. Super school was a lot easier and more fun for Danica, who finally got to just tell other people about her aging issue instead of figuring out more and more creative lies, and it let her be around other kids who were at least as different as she was. They let her stay at Nicholson a little longer than usual, after all what’s a year or two among nigh-immortal friends, but eventually she turned thirty and had to start at Claremont. Her two freshman years there were difficult, as a growth spurt caused more of her magic to manifest in weird and body-changing ways, causing her to miss a fair bit of class and not get to spend much time around other students. She’s feeling much better now, though. Personality and Motivation: Danica is inquisitive, bright, friendly, and sheltered in ways that have nothing to do with her massive shell. She has lived more than three decades now but her emotional immaturity has meant the years do not sit heavy on her yet and she’s still very much a young teenager. She knows she was born for important things but has little idea what a tortoise avatar is supposed to do in the world, so for the moment she’s mostly trying to do good and make friends. Most of the friends she has made in her life so far have long since outgrown her, but she is always hopeful that this time things are going to be different. Powers and Tactics: Fighting is dangerous and everybody should always be encouraged to talk out their differences if at all possible! Chelone is a peacemaker, always ready to try and defuse a situation with diplomacy or mediation. If that fails, she will do her best to protect any vulnerable noncombatants, herself and her friends. If that fails, she has been known to bite pretty hard. Complications: Hero on the Half-Shell: Chelone can blend in with a crowd (and fit in crowded elevators, sit in chairs with backs, use a bathroom stall, etc) or she can be her heroic self, but she cannot do both. She can grow her shell even larger than normal to allow other people to come in if she likes, but she cannot use it effectively for defense if it is smaller than about the size of a 30-gallon tote or a small wading pool. This makes close-quarters fighting complicated. Little Turtle Girl: Danica ages at half the speed of normal humans, always has and always will, thanks to the tortoise essence inside her. Tortoises are also comparatively very slow to reach maturity, and some species do not lay eggs until they are fifty years old. Danica doesn’t know exactly when she’ll reach an age to be interested in that sort of thing, but it hasn’t happened yet. This makes it hard to relate to her more hormonal friends sometimes. Baby It’s Cold Outside: Danica is not quite cold-blooded, but she’s extremely sensitive to temperatures. Hot weather is great, she loves hot weather and barely sweats, but cold is no fun. Bundling up and keeping hot packs in her shell helps, but her preferred indoor temperature is upward of 80 degrees, if she can get it. PL: 10 (180) Abilities: 0 + -2 + 10 + 4 + 8 + 10 = 30 pp STR 10 (+0) DEX 8 (-1) CON 20 (+5) INT 14 (+2) WIS 18 (+4) CHA 20 (+5) Combat: 8 + 10 = 18 pp Init: -1 ATK: +4 (+10 Tortoise Power) DEF: +5 (+5 Base, +3 Flat-Footed) Grapple: +4 Knockback: -12/-5/-0 Saves: 5 + 1 + 6 = 12 pp TOU +15 (+5 Con, +10 Protection, [10 Imp]) FORT +10 (+5 Con, +5) REF +0 (-1 Dex, +1) WILL +15/+10 (+4 Wis, +6) Skills 64R = 16PP Concentration 9 (+13) Diplomacy 15 (+20) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 8 (+10) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 8 (+10) Medicine 6 (+10) Notice 6 (+10) Sense Motive 6 (+10) Survival 6 (+10) Feats: 14 pp Attack Specialization: Tortoise Power 3 Beginner's Luck Benefit (Status [Turtle God's Champion]) Challenge (Combat Diplomacy) Distract (Diplomacy) Eidetic Memory Jack of all Trades Luck Ultimate Check 4 (Diplomacy, Fortitude, Toughness, Will) Powers: 9 + 20 + 5 + 3 + 5 + 25 + 23 + 2 = 92PP Dimensional Pocket 1 (shell realm, Extra: Affects Self [+1], PF: Progression 6 [10K lbs]) [9PP] Emotion Control 5 (patience of the ages, Extra: Action 3 [Reaction], Area [Burst], Flaw: Limited [Calm], [Range 2 [Touch], PFs: Inspire 5, Subtle 1 [psionic]) [20PP] Enhanced Will Save 5 (to +15) [5PP] Immunity 3 (aura of the tortoise, aging, environmental heat, starvation and thirst, Extra: Affects Others, Flaw: Limited [Half-Effect]) [3PP] Impervious Toughness 5 (shell) [5PP] Protection 10 (testudo, Extras: Impervious 5, Reflective 1 [melee], turtle power) [25PP] Tortoise Power Array 10 (20PP, PFs: Alternate Powers 3) [23PP] BE: Impervious Toughness 0 (Extras: Duration [Continuous], Reflective 1 [all ranged]) {20/20} AP: Damage 10 (spectral turtle bite!, Extra: Penetrating 2 [as DMG 12], PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2, Improved Crit [18-20], Indirect 2, Variable Descriptor 2 [any energy]) {20/20} AP: Impervious Toughness 10 (Extras: Affects Only Others, Duration [Continuous]) {20/20} AP: Create Object 10 (testudo 2.0, Extra: Movable, Flaw: Range [Touch) (testudo 2.0) {20/20} Super-Senses 2 (tortoise senses, Acute Scent, Low-Light Vision) [2PP] Drawback: 2PP Disability (2/3rds base movement speed; 20 ft per move action) [2PP] costs abilities 30 + combat 18 + saves 12 + skills 16 + feats 14 + powers 92 - 2 = 180 pts
  4. Janus Danger Power Level: 10/12 (182/186PP) Unspent Power Points: 4 Trade-Offs: +2 Attack / -2 Damage, +2 Defense / -2 Toughness In Brief: Swashbuckling Scion with Something to Prove Catchphrase: Theme: Imagine Dragons - Thunder, Seanan McGuire - Earthquake Weather Alternate Identity: Janus Danger (Public, Prime), Prince Janus of Aruivia (Public, Freedom League Dimension Designation; Earth-O-Eldritch-2 (Allied), Local Designation: Fortuna) Birthplace: Wintershold, Capital of Aruivia. Residence: Claremont during the school year, Danger Manor when not in school or in Fortuna. Base of Operations: Claremont Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont, Danger Industries Family: Janus is the middle child of Queen Antigone of Aruivia and John Danger II. The Danger family tree grows more convoluted every year, especially with the predilection towards adventure that seems to run in the family. In Janus's case, it led to her father finding an entirely different dimension that he quickly found himself a destined hero in. Her immediate family remains in Fortuna but they visit the Prime-side relations at least a few times every year so she's reasonably close to her father's sister, Rachel, and the rest of the Danger diaspora. Description: Age: 16 Apparent Age: 16 Gender: biologically female, presents androgynous, uses she/her pronouns Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5' 10" Weight: 165 lbs Eyes: Violet Hair: White-blonde to rose-red ombre. Janus is lean and angular; fresh out being all legs and arms. She's definitely on the handsome end of the spectrum, with classic Danger good looks melding with the more exotic lines from her mother. Training and exercise has been part of her daily routine since she was old enough to toddle, so she has more balance and grace than a teenager fresh out of a growth spurt really ought to have and more muscle than might be guessed with her long, lean body. Janus dresses like something out of an early 1980s fantasy movie, a la David Bowie or perhaps like she's waiting to be called in for a Takarazuka Revue performance. It could look ridiculous but she wears it with the sort of casual confidence that kids of this world wear jeans and a cool jacket. Since migrating to Prime for schooling, Janus has pierced her ears several times, wearing silver hoops and studs to match the multitude of rings that she is rarely without. Over her right eye, Janus has a starburst shaped birthmark that has a silver-sheen. It glows along with her weapon when she draws out her soul sword. Janus dresses in high glam but masculine attire and is often wearing low heeled boots that add another couple of inches to her height. She's fond of Earth based cosmetics and often uses those to heighten and accentuate her already sharp cheekbones and striking eyes. History: During the mid 70s, Janus' father took his first trip to Fortuna, originally as a Freedom League affiliated envoy. John was already an experienced veteran of adventures but he found his true calling in helping restore Antigone to the thrown of Aruivia and, in time, they fell in love. Fortuna was significantly dissimilar from Earth. Although the magic of Fortuna fell more into the sword-and-sorcery arena than some of the more high-magic worlds, the dimension itself ran off the power of narratives. Stories have Power in Fortuna, as does belief. As the namesake and grandson of one of Prime's heroes, John brought that power with him to Fortuna, allowing him to form it into mystical weapons and armor. It was that power that he used to help Antigone and together, the two brought peace to the kingdom of Aruivia. Janus is the middle child of the couple. Her elder brother has their father's good looks and commanding presence, while he has their mother's sense of justice and compassion. As the crown prince, he's slated to take over the royal duties one day. Her younger sister embraces all that being a princess entails. Though still a child, she is kind and gracious and gifted with an emerging ability to forsee the future. Janus loves her siblings very much but as the middle, rebellious child, her place in Aruivia's story may take a darker bent as the narrative of the world presses on her to fit into expectations. It was with a heavy heart that her parents sent her to her father's relatives but it became clear that Janus's physical prowess was beginning to eclipse her older brother. They hope that free from the pressure of Fortuna, Janus can take her own path. Whether that will be the actual case, remains to be seen. Personality & Motivation: Janus is brash, bold and daring. She is both genuinely courageous and kind although she's often driven to prove herself. She thinks nothing of engaging in dramatics as its expected by the idiom of her native land. Despite often taking summers or vacations on Prime, she still retains a bit of a 'stranger in a strange land' vibe, especially as she makes little to no effort to change herself to conform. Janus' primary motivation is to be true to herself, and find the Hero within. She wholeheartedly believes that her Soul Sword is a sign of her inner potential and that it is both her responsibility and her gift to bring it to its full potential. Unfortunately, this means that she can be both stubborn and defiant when dealing with any authority trying to push her to act outside her morals. Powers & Tactics: Janus' relies on her physical prowess. Trained to defend herself with sword and fist since she was young, she's skilled at hand to hand combat although she's most comfortable with a sword in her hand. She's a flashy fighter, in part because she has fought side by side most often with her brother who, as the heir to the throne, is more important. Janus has accompanied her father and brother on ogre hunting missions and the like since she was old enough to engage in live combat. Being as she's from the Danger family, that was definitely on the younger side. She's used to making herself a target to draw attention away; a tactic her sibling is not overly fond of. She has a natural gift for witty banter, one that has only grown since spending more time with her Danger relatives. In addition to being highly skilled, Janus can draw her soul sword from her breast if she deems the threat worthy of it. Eldritch armor covers her arm from shoulder to fingertip and a glowing blade forms in her hand, drawn from her own essence, providing her additional mystical protection and weaponry. Power Descriptions: Janus' world is one of magic; where the rules are proscribed by the power of tales and legends in the minds and hearts of the people. Her soul sword and the armor fluctuates depending on her sense of self, so as long as Janus' heart is pure, the magic glows silver-white and the manifestations are solid and strong. At the moment, her power covers her shoulder down to her fingertips in armor and manifests in a single blade. It is possible that she might make different energy constructs with time and practice. Should she change or falter, the magic will manifest differently. Complications: Oh Fortuna: Janus carries with her the power of her mother's world but that is a world with its own beliefs and structure. Those are rules she has to follow. Self-doubt or despair weakens her mystical abilities and, in moments of true crisis, could render her without them entirely. Fame: Although there are a lot of perks with taking on some of the face of Danger Media, sometimes being a public figure can cause real problems not only for Janus, but for those she calls friends. Responsibilities: Not only does Janus have a title and public duties when she's home, but she's a member of the Danger family. Not only does that mean she inherits some of the considerable enemies that they have made over the years, but it means that in addition to school, she has whatever responsibilities to her family and their businesses that might come up. You are late for your one o’clock meeting! As one of the family representatives of Danger International in Freedom City, Veronica and her cousin have been assigned a personal assistant, Prudence, who has the daunting task of trying to keep the two Danger cousins on schedule. Abilities: 10 + 10 + 8 + 4 + 4 + 14 = 50PP Strength: 20 (+5) Dexterity: 20 (+5) Constitution: 18 (+4) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 24 (+7) Combat: 20 + 16 = 36PP Initiative: +5 Attack: +12 Melee, +10 Ranged Defense: +12 (+8 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed Grapple: +17 Knockback: -7 (The Shield) /-4 Saving Throws: 6 + 5 + 6 = 17PP Toughness: +8 (+4 Con, +4 [Defensive Roll]) Fortitude: +10 (+4 Con, +6) Reflex: +10 (+5 Dex, +5) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Skills: 88R = 22PP Acrobatics 5 (+10)Skill Mastery Bluff 13 (+20)Skill Mastery Climb 5 (+10)Skill Mastery Diplomacy 8 (+15)Skill Mastery Disable Device 5 (+7)Skill Mastery Drive 5 (+10)Skill Mastery Gather Information 8 (+15)Skill Mastery Intimidate 8 (+15)Skill Mastery Language 4 (Fortuna (native), English, French, Dakanan, Greek) Notice 13 (+15)Skill Mastery Perform(Vocal) 4 (+11)Skill Mastery Pilot 2 (+7)Skill Mastery Survival 8 (+10)Skill Mastery Feats: 39 PP Ambidexterous Attack Focus (Melee) x 2 Beginner's Luck Eidetic Memory Fast Feint Fast Taunt Benefit (Security Clearance: Danger International, Fame, Wealth 2/Rich) [4] Danger Sense Defensive Roll x 2 Dodge Focus x 4 Equipment x 7 Improved Critical (Swords: 18-20) Jack of All Trades Luck x 3 Paralyzing Attack Skill Mastery x 3 Takedown Attack x 2 Taunt Equipment: 7PP = 35EP Sword (Damage 3, Feats: Precise, Mighty) [5EP] Danger-Cycle (Vehicle) [30EP] Size: Medium {0EP} Strength: 20 {2EP} Speed 6 (500 mph)/ Alt: Flight 3 (50 mph) {13EP} Defense: 10 {0EP} Toughness: +7 {2EP} Features: Alarm 2 (25DC), Autopilot, Communications(radio), Disguise, Ejector Seats, Hidden Compartments, Navigation System, Nitro Injectors, Oil Slick, Smoke Screen, Remote Control, Tire Inflators {13EP} Powers: 18 = 18PP (All Descriptors are magic, fate, dimensional and Fortuna. Her abilities come from the nature of her mother's dimension) Magic 9 (Soul Sword; Container) [18 PP] Damage 3 (The Sword; Extras: Penetrating, Affects Insubstantial; Power Feats: Mighty, Precise) {11 PP} Protection 0 (The Shield; Extras: Impervious 7; Duration: Sustained (+0) ) {7 PP} DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage Sword Touch DC 23 Toughness Damage Soul Sword Touch DC 23 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (50) + Combat (36) + Saving Throws (17) + Skills (22) + Feats (39) + Powers (18) - Drawbacks (0) = 182/186 Power Points
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    Veronica Danger

    Veronica Danger Power Level: 10/12 (182/192PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 10 In Brief: Globetrotting teenager from a family of explorers who picked up some magic along the way. Catchphrase: "Did I ever tell you about the time that…" Alternate Identity: Veronica Danger (Public) Birthplace: Nice, France Residence: Claremont during the school year. Danger Manor when not in school or off with her parents. Base of Operations: Claremont Occupation: Student Affiliation: Claremont; Danger International Family: Veronica is the oldest child of Rex Danger II and Jaqueline Giroux Danger. The Danger family tree grows more convoluted every year, especially with the predilection towards adventure that seems to run in the family. While Veronica's parents are normally off in some far part of the world, they regularly visited Freedom City at least a few times every year (occasionally only once if they were in some very remote location), so Veronica had plenty of interaction with her many cousins and is close with those around her age. She is also reasonably close to her Aunt Rachel (her father's sister). Janus Danger (cousin) Description: Age: 16 Apparent Age: 16 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5' 4" Weight: 115 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Veronica has a slim build, as might be expected of someone who has spent her life being physically active. Her brown hair comes down to about the middle of her back and is usually in a ponytail to keep it tougher and out of the way. She generally dresses in cargo shorts or pants and solid color T-shirt over which she wears a button up shirt, either long or short sleeve depending on the temperature. Her normal footwear of choice is well broken in hiking boots and thick socks. Veronica is rarely without her bronze colored amulet, which she wears on chain necklace. The amulet is covered in unusual writing and there are four empty oval sockets spaced around its surface, which could hold small gemstones. In addition, Veronica is almost never without several chains from which hang several dozen small charm like trinkets she has picked up from around the world. History: Veronica's father is the second son of Rex Danger (Ace's younger brother). Rex II took after his grand-father, travelling the world and exploring remote locals. While his aunt, and later sister, were busy handling the day to day operations of the family business, Rex was out there representing its interests in the field. It was during these travels that he met French archeologist Jaqueline Giroux on a Danger International sponsored excavation. It was not long before the two were married and began traveling the world together. After Jaqueline became pregnant with their first child, the pair settled briefly in Nice, France. It was there that Veronica was born, and after she was about a year old, her parents once again set off on their world spanning travels, taking Veronica with them. Over the years Veronica has searched for endangered gorillas in the jungles of central Africa, rode camels across the Sahara, explored lost temples in India, dove to submerged cities in the Aegean Sea, walked among the monuments of the pharaohs in Egypt, and climbed to remote villages in the Himalayas, among other adventures. From an early age, she began a habit of collecting small trinkets (like jewelry charms) from the various places she has visited. As one might expect, along the way she has learned a number of different skills and languages, in addition to being provide a more formal education by her parents. Recently, Veronica was at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, when she came across a small jewelry vendor on one of the back streets of the bazaar. Veronica's attention was grabbed by a small circular amulet of what appeared to be bronze. It was a bit dirty and battered, but was covered with markings in a language she did not recognize. There were also four empty sockets that once appeared to have held gemstones. Despite the amulet's poor appearing condition, Veronica bought it and took it home to add to her collection of trinkets. It was not long after this that Veronica began to realize she was able to sense magical energy in both the amulet and the other charms she had collected over her life. She was able to learn that the amulet she had purchased provided her with a variety of protective magic. She also determined that the small charms she had collected each contained a small spark of magic, which she has been able to figure out how to link together to create a number of magical effects. When Veronica went back to the Grand Bazaar to try to learn more about the amulet from the street vendor, she was unable to locate the man, finding the location she knew his stall had been at, but there was no sign of the stall's presence. After the appearance of these new abilities, her parents decided it might be best to send Veronica to Freedom City to attend Claremont Academy. They also felt it might be good for the girl to spend a bit of time among peers her own age. The fact her cousin Janus was going to be starting at Claremont as well made the decision even easier. Personality & Motivation: Veronica is pretty much what one would expect of a Danger: adventurous, inquisitive and daring. She loves exploring new places and seeing new things, and if she could be one of the first to see it, so much the better! But she also has embraced the spirit of her family’s humanitarian efforts, wanting to help those in distress and improve the lives of all. Now that she has discovered her magical abilities and her unusual amulet, she wants to learn more about them. Powers & Tactics Given her abilities have just recently manifested, Veronica is still learning to use them. Her magic sight provides her considerable details about anything magical she studies, and it is difficult for anything magical to be hidden from her sight. The amulet she recently obtained in Istanbul provides her considerable protection. Currently she believes there is magical power that resides in the small trinkets she has collected over her life and that she is able to link them together to create various effects with them. Currently, she is rather limited in what she can do with those trinkets, typically setting them for one effect at a time. Complications: What's over that hill? Like many members of her family, Veronica constantly feels the urge to explore any unknown place and solve new mysteries. Unfortunately this often results in her getting into things she probably should not and being too nosey, particularly in a place like Claremont, where many students have things they would rather keep secret, Fame: Although there are a lot of perks with taking on some of the face of Danger Media, sometimes being a public figure can cause real problems not only for Veronica, but those whom she calls friends. Responsibilities: As a member of the Danger family, Veronica has not only inherited some of the considerable enemies that the family has made over the years, but she also, in addition to school, has whatever responsibilities to her family or their business that might come up. Ancient Artifact: Veronica's amulet is in fact an ancient magical artifact, reduced in power due the removal of the gemstones that once were part of it. There may be those that are searching for the amulet for their own purposes. Just fell into my lap: The amulet ended up in Veronica's possession under some mysterious circumstances. There may be more to this than just happenstance. You are late for your one o’clock meeting! As one of the family representatives of Danger International in Freedom City, Veronica and her cousin have been assigned a personal assistant, Prudence, who has the daunting task of trying to keep the two Danger cousins on schedule. Abilities 4 + 8 + 6 + 8 + 8 + 6 = 40 Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 18 (+4) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat 12 + 10 = 22 Initiative: +8 Attack +6; +8 Ranged Defense: +10 (+5 base, +3 Enhanced, +2 Dodge Focus); +4 flat-footed Grapple: +8 Knockback: -5/-4 flat-footed Saving Throws 4 + 4 + 4 = 12 Toughness: +10 (+3 Con; +5 Protection; +2 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +10 (4+ 3 Con +3 Enhanced) Reflex: +10 (4 + 4 Dex +2 Enhanced) Will: +12 (4 + 4 Wis +4 Enhanced) Skills 104 Ranks/ 26 pp Acrobatics 7 (+11) Climb 8 (+10) Concentration 6 (+10) Craft: Art 4 (+8) Diplomacy 5 (+8/+12 w/ Attractive) Drive 4 (+8) Kn; History 5 (+9) Kn: Arcane Lore 4 (+8) Kn: Theology and Philosophy 4 (+8) Kn: Physical Science 4 (+8) Languages 7: (English native) (French, Arabic, Dakanan, Hindi, Latin, Spanish,T urkish, Read: Hieroglyphics, Ancient Greek) Medicine 2 (+6) Notice 7 (+11) Pilot 1 (+5) Riding 10 (+14) Search 4 (+8) Sense Motive 6 (+10) Survival 6 (+10) Swimming 8 (+10) Feats 18 Attack Focus: Ranged 2 Attractive Artificer Beginner’s Luck Benefit (Security Clearance: Danger International; Fame; Wealth 2/Rich) [4] Defensive Roll Dodge Focus 2 Eidetic Memory Equipment 9 [From Veteran Award] Improved Initiative Jack-of-all-Trades Luck 2 Move-by Action Equipment 9 Danger-Cycle (Vehicle) [36EP] Size: Medium {0EP} Strength 20 {2EP} Speed 6 (500 mph)/ Alt: Flight 3 (50 mph) {13EP} Defense: 10 {0EP} Toughness: +10 {5EP} Features: Alarm 2 (25DC), Autopilot, Disguise, Ejector Seats, Hidden Compartments, Navigation System, Nitro Injectors, Oil Slick, Smoke Screen, Remote Control, Tire Inflators; Power: Communications 4 (radio, 1 mile) {16EP} First Aid Kit (+2 Medicine checks) [1 EP] Survival Kit (+2 Survival checks) [1 EP] GPS Receiver [1 EP] Multi-tool [1 EP] Survival Knife (+1 Dam; Cri 19-20; Piercing; 10’ range) [4 EP] Binoculars [1 EP] Flashlight/chem lights Powers 17 + 1 + 1 + 25 + 16 + 4 = 64 Magic Third Eye Super Senses 17: Magic Awareness/Detect (visual) [3]; Analyze [1]; Counters Concealment [2]; Counters Illusion [2]; Counters Obscure [5]; Penetrates Concealment (Power Loss; lead (-1)) [3]; Extended (100’ increments) [1] (magic) [17 pp] Speed 1 (training) [1 PP] Leaping 1 (training) [1 PP] Magic Gadgets 5 (25 PP Variable Power, Any Power, Multiple Powers at Once; Flaws: Hard to Lose; Action (Full Round); Duration: Sustained)] (magic) [25 pp] Sample “Gadgets” Blast 10 (Feats: Accurate) {21/25 PP} Healing 10 {20/25 PP} Telekinesis 10 (Feats: Accurate) {21/25 PP} Amulet Device 4 (20 active points; hard to lose) (magic) [16 pp] Protection 5 {5} Enhanced Defense 3 {6} Enhanced Save: Willpower 4 {4} Enhanced Save: Constitution 3 {3} Enhanced Save: Reflex 2 {2} Climbing Axes Device 1 (5 active points; easy to lose; extra weapons (1)) [4 pp] Enhanced Skill: Climbing 4 {1} Strike 2 (Feats: Mighty, Split Attack) {4} Stats 40 + Combat 22 + Saves 12 + Skills 26 + Feats 18 + Powers 64 = 182/192 PP Notes: Right now her combat caps are only met by using her variable magical gadget pool. Currently she believes that she is able to harness the magical power in the small trinkets she has collected over her life, but in reality the power truly comes from her and those trinkets are merely a focus. In time she will lean she does not need the focus, and her gadget pool will become a more traditional magical array. In addition, her amulet is an ancient artifact, which is missing four enchanted gemstones. If she can locate those stones and get them reattached, she will be able to unlock additional powers in the amulet.
  6. (note - this sheet takes the slot formerly occupied by the now-maxed character Edge) (note 2 - this sheet has one veteran reward [for Watchdog's vehicle + headquarters + equipment] + one veteran award [15PP worth of Pulse] + part of another veteran award [6PP worth of Pulse] This should leave me with 9PP of veteran award 7 remaining]) Watchdog Power Level: 10 (156/156) Trade-Offs: -1DEF/+1TOU, +5 ATK/-5DMG Unspent Power Points: 0 In Brief: Teenage sidekick turned Secret Service Agent pretending to be a teenage vigilante. Alternate Identity: Ashley Tran George Identity: Secret? Ish? Depends on who you ask. Birthplace: New Orleans, USA Occupation: Secret Service Agent, Superhero, Bodyguard Affiliations: Her charge, Jaycee Cahill Family: Phillip Tran [father, deceased], Mary Arbour-George [mother, living], William George [stepfather, living] Mary (1994), Cecilia (1997), Agnes (2001) and Phillipa (2003) [sisters, living] Age: 26 (DoB: April 1992) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Eurasian Height: 5'6" Weight: 145 lbs Eyes: Black Hair: Black, dyed pink at the tips Physical Description: Ashley is short and round-faced, with big eyes and a smile that makes it easy for her to pass as sixteen - not that she's doing a lot of smiling these days. She's grown her jet-black hair out for this mission and dyed the tips pink, another way to help herself pass as someone a decade younger than her actual age. She has the muscular build of a born athlete, albeit one with a boxer's training rather than a gymnast's. When not wearing her helmet, she sticks close to "Claudia" and doesn't say much except when directly addressed or speaking to her 'sister', keeping most of her face hidden behind dark sunglasses and a near-perpetual scowl. She speaks English with no particular accent, though her French and Vietnamese have Louisiana and American accents, respectively. She usually dresses like a teenage girl trying to look like a punk, or at least push the dress code - leather jackets, dark T-shirts, and denim skirts or pants. In costume as Watchdog, she wears a grey armored outfit with a bright red snarling dog's face over the chest. Over that she wears a black and grey leather jacket with metal studs on the shoulders - and covering her head a modified motorcycle helmet painted the same red as her chest symbol. She wears fingerless black gloves on both hands while in combat. Her jacket comes with a hood that she usually keeps pulled up, the better to strike a more intimidating profile. At either side are two silvered pistols, hanging on each hip. Watchdog is, if anything, a sourer presence than Ashley - her helmet-muffled voice sounding tinny and artificial. Quote: <Watchdog stares up at her interrogator until they go away> Character History: Phillip Tran fled what had once been South Vietnam with his parents in the late 1970s, his family traveling through the Phillippines and Guam before their arrival in the mainland United States. They settled in New Orleans, with its heat, its French language, and its Catholic population. (His father had served in the South Vietnamese army and his mother was Hoa, an ethnic Chinese minority disliked by the new regime - they had ample reason to leave the country.) The Trans were determined that their son, only a small boy when they fled the country, would remember the nation of his birth and so taught him language, culture, and customs. When Philip was a young man, he did what his father had and joined the military - at eighteen, he enlisted in the US Army in 1989. Phillip served his adopted homeland well, fighting in Operation Desert Storm before returning to New Orleans East to marry his high school sweetheart Mary Arbour in 1991. They were a mixed couple, but Mary was a good Catholic and fluent in French - the Trans had no complaints. They settled in New Orleans East, where Phillip's military service got him a job with the NOPD, patrolling the neighborhood where he'd grown up. Phillip and Mary became the parents of five girls [(Ashley (1992), Mary (1994), Cecilia (1997), Agnes (2001) and Phillipa (2003)] and did their best to balance both worlds - Ashley grew up hearing English, Vietnamese, and French spoken in the household and in both school and afterschool programs, worshiping at the local Vietnamese Catholic Church, and was honestly very happy. Her father doted on her and passed on his deep love of his adopted homeland, its people, and his chosen career - law enforcement. Ashley loved her father and the neighborhood where she grew up - but unlike her father, she hoped to use service to others as a way up and out. Her way out, influenced by her dad's love for Clint Eastwood movies, was from an early age the United States Secret Service. Protecting the President, the symbol of American freedom, seemed like the coolest job in the world - she read about the long hours and thankless conditions, but she appreciated the need for sacrifice to get what you want. And what she wanted was the Secret Service and the Presidential Protective Detail. It would take years of training and study, especially since fate and genetics had given her a small frame that would make a lifetime of physical activity difficult. But she had the drive and the commitment to make it happen. But life had some curves to throw her way first. Ashley was thirteen when Katrina hit - thirteen when her father died. It was all very sad - a beloved local cop killed by a looter in the frantic days just after the hurricane, four little girls and one very pregnant widow left behind. She didn't believe it - despite what the outside media said, there weren't that many looters around, especially not in their relatively isolated neighborhood, and even those looters wouldn't shoot a police officer in the back for no reason anyone had ever been able to find. It didn't add up. But nobody wanted to hear it - especially not her grieving mother. A few months after her father's death, a month after her baby sister was born, her mother married one of her father's former partners - an Anglo man who was himself eager to get out of the damaged city. They moved to Lafayette, where her stepfather found a job as a campus police officer for the University of Louisiana - and Ashley made plans to get the hell out of town. When Ashley's powers first appeared on the Fourth of July, 2006, when Lady Liberty's appearance at the Lafayette, LA Fourth of July festivities ended with a certain teenager firing beams of golden light from her eyes and singing the National Anthem (an utterly mortifying experience that she is forever grateful took place just before the widespread adoption of the smartphone), Mary George almost didn't let her daughter go to Claremont even after the League helped keep the news of the "Copycat" out of the national news, and after the arrival of kindly headmaster Duncan Summers - not until it was made clear to her that the school was safe and that her daughter would be protected. When Ashley found out what the school was _really_ for, it wasn't hard for her to figure out what she wanted to do - she wanted to find the man who had killed her father! First came two years of hard training and discipline, learning everything she'd need to learn to be a superhero. What was a social life when there was work to be done? Maybe she studied too hard, and pushed her body to its breaking point - but what else was there to do? She had to find justice, even if no one else wanted to - or could. Ashley George's first time on patrol with the Raven changed her life. It was 2008 and she was sixteen, in her second year at Claremont Academy and honestly not sure if she wanted to be a superhero. She didn't have the flashy powers of many of her classmates, the first Next-Gen students like Bolt or Megastar, she wasn't a particularly outstanding student (though she did work hard, spending hours in the library every night), nor was she particularly happy in Freedom City, so far from her home in New Orleans. But the Raven saw something in Ashley she didn't see in herself - and so it was that 'Copycat' joined the Raven on patrol as an occasional sidekick. People who kept a close eye on Raven around the start of the current decade will remember Copycat in her full-face mask and cat-ears, the black and navy blue costume that she burned years ago. But never mind that. Ashley enjoyed adventuring alongside the famous hero, especially once she gained enough control over her energy-draining abilities to use them in the field - but truthfully she appreciated the private lessons more. She learned the Raven's "style-less" style of goju hand-to-hand fighting, learning how to take down men half again her size in hand-to-hand combat. She learned how to work a room and how to control a crowd with her voice and her eyes, letting darkness, mystery, and the occasional violent beating distract from the fact that she was just a petite girl whose superpowers generally didn't do much to make her bulletproof (except when she was fighting psychopaths who could punch through steel doors!) She learned other things too - Raven was Amerasian too and had also lost a parent to crime. Maybe it was their similarities that had drawn Raven to her - Raven wasn't much for talking. The problem was, after her senior year, Ashley wasn't one for listening - at least, not to Raven. Ashley George's break with superheroing began the spring of 2010; the day she caught the man who, ten years earlier, had murdered her father. On the one hand, it was incredibly satisfying. Raven and Copycat found the killer of her father in the spring of 2010, the culmination of two years of investigative work by the duo (both remotely and on-scene) that finally cracked after a lucky break. He made the mistake of fighting back when Raven crashed through his apartment door and Copycat through his window, and Copycat had the great pleasure of kicking him in the knee until he collapsed, then beating him into unconsciousness with the butt of his own shotgun. Ashley still lets herself go back to that moment when she needs something to get her blood pumping. On the other hand, it wasn't so satisfying at all. Paul Dubois was a drug dealer and a criminal, a man who had turned to marketing zombie powder and Zoom to impressionable young people in Ashley's old neighborhood. He was a bad man and taking him down was a great thing. But he'd turned to crime as a way of paying for his own addiction to zombie powder, a downward spiral that earned him a death sentence in the spring of 2012 when he was convicted of murdering Phillip Tran, an NOPD officer who had come across him cleaning out one of his drug stashes while the storm hit. It was hard to ignore how superhumans had made him worse rather than better, how a man who might have been able to turn his life around had only sunk further into the muck because of the gods and monsters of the world. She and Raven started arguing more after that, arguing about superheroes and supervillains, about how much good the former actually did when they weren't stopping world-ending threats. In the end, it was no one great thing that drove apart hero and sidekick, no great crisis that either of the two born 'fixers' could have solved. When Raven kept Copycat at arms length, endless tests and trials and secret drills only taught Ashley that her mentor valued her costumed identity more than her real self - when Raven kept Copycat close, the hidden reality of the superhero world showed her the underbelly of the gods and heroes - the dimensional vibrations where supers had gone to war with humans rather than protecting them, the criminals turned heroes who laughed at justice for their crimes, the Grue and other monsters hiding among innocent people, the codenames and secret identities and the endless secrets kept from a general public that supposedly couldn't "handle the truth". When Copycat left the Raven's side after graduation, it was not on good terms - and she didn't look back. She had better things to do. When Ashley graduated from Claremont Academy in 2010, she had her diploma and her associate's degree both - having taken advantage of the school's early college program during her time as the "workaholic wallflower." After two more years, she had her bachelor's degree in criminal justice (and a minor in political science) from Our Lady of Holy Cross College. After a lifetime of repression, college had been a breath of fresh air - she'd gotten drunk for the first time and smoked weed while she was at it and had her first real boyfriend - at least until he found out she was serious about not wanting to stay in New Orleans and that she wasn't interested in getting married right now. She had plans. First came three years (2012-2015) as a New Orleans police officer, wearing the star and crescent badge her father had died wearing, defending the New Orleans East neighborhood where she'd grown up. (Beyond her family ties, it's the largest American police force that doesn't ask questions about superpowers or vigilantism when you join - a legacy of the post-Katrina recruitment drives.) Eurasian and female, she was part of a tiny minority on the force - but she'd already been through much worse than anything the boys in blue could throw at her. She enjoyed the work, enjoyed patrolling the streets and keeping people safe, but nothing about being back in her old neighborhood changed her mind about her desire to move out of it. Her mother, sisters, and step-brothers were settling in fine in Lafayette; there was nothing for her here but ghosts. The laws dealing with superbeings and federal employment are complex - something Ashley knew even before she filled out her application to join the Secret Service. She had the grades, she had the physical training, and she certainly had the experience. She had to be careful about how she wrote about that last thing (given that Copycat had much more training in criminal justice than Ashley George could ever admit to having) - but her three years at the NOPD, her fluent command of French and Vietnamese, along with glowing recommendation letters from her former supervisor, turned out to be just enough to make the grade. She was young (at 23, just past the minimum age) and not powerfully built - but she had what the federal government was looking for. Of course, she _also_ had the meta-gene. With so many witnesses to her accidentally stealing Lady Liberty's powers as a teenager, and the extensive battery of first physical, then psychological tests she had to undergo once she admitted to having superpowers on a federal employment form, there was no hiding who she was. But she'd thought this through, and she made her case time and time again. Despite her powers she was all-too-human; and those powers could be tremendously useful as a government agent - she could shut down the powers of an attacking metahuman with a touch, and detect the hostile intentions of many different types of beings even before they attacked. Easy to overlook (albeit often mistaken for a teenager thanks to her youth, slight build, and rounded features), she could blend right into a group of agents until she had to go into action. The hard part was avoiding AEGIS. After the mandatory ten week AEGIS training course for metahumans working for the federal government, almost all of them wind up working for AEGIS in some capacity or another - but Ashley wasn't interested. Working with AEGIS would put her too close to the worst parts of the life she left behind, with its codenames and its secrets, and she wanted the best parts instead - the bravery, and the courage, and the principles, to risk your life for another because it was the right thing to do. As the first superhuman agent of the Secret Service, her promotions were fast-tracked - within certain limits. She was in her mid-twenties (and had only been an agent for a year and a half) when she was assigned to the White House, but only to manage the file room in the basement. She liked it there, only called 'upstairs' when the President was meeting with superhumans of some character or another (usually the members of the Dream Team), where she usually stood discreetly off to one side in her sunglasses and dark, conservative clothing, making sure that President Cahill (a man popular with his detail) stayed safe. She wasn't actually part of the Protective Detail - but it was still pretty damn good. Then came D-Day. On March 15, 2018, there was an incident at the White House. The general public is aware that all the radios and other electronic gadgets near the White House went dead, some of them permanently, for a good hour and a half. The Secret Service, Capitol Police, and other law enforcement agencies in Washington went on high alert that afternoon and the whole city went into lockdown for 24 hours. The general public believes that the incident was the result of a terrorist attack by robotic members of the Foundry - an attack foiled by the Secret Service. This is a lie. What really happened was that Jaycee Cahill nearly set the White House on fire. 'Sick in bed' with agonizing migraines, she was the source of the sudden 'radio black hole' that made it appear that every radio and other wireless signal in the White House had gone dead. In the process of being evacuated from the terrorist attack along with her mother and younger sister, it was she who generated an EMP powerful enough to keep Marine One from flying - and then in a sudden burst of microwave energy, emit a pulse powerful enough to nearly kill her family and Secret Service detail as their internal temperatures raised to dangerously high levels. It was Agent Ashley George, running at full speed across the White House lawn even as the grass began to smolder around the frightened teen (who had run, hands to the side of her head, from the landing pad on the South Lawn), who saved the day, grabbing Jaycee by her pressure points and holding her as she drained the energy that powered the teen's radiation. She saved the First Family, she saved her fellow agents, and she probably stopped the irradiation of a significant number of White House staff and tourists. And it was Agent George who was on point for the news of what had followed - about Jaycee's powers couldn't be turned off or suppressed, about how she needed to learn how to use them or she would die - and so would a hell of a lot of other people if she stayed in the White House. So what could they do? Could they really tell the world that the President's daughter had power enough, theoretically, to fry an entire city - power that had come from alien DNA that blood tests found in the President and his three daughters? There had to be another way. NPC Backstory: Jaycee Cahill was born in 2002 in Guymon, Oklahoma. She's the middle of three girls, all of them named after their father J.T. (who she still calls 'Daddy', especially when she wants something from him). Her family has deep roots in rural Texas County; her late grandfather's savvy business sense made him a millionaire (and the richest man in Texas County, at least for a while) when he sold his failing cattle lands to invest in the natural gas boom of the 1930s. Her daddy met her momma Rachel twenty years ago, when he was fresh out of Harvard and a graduate student at the University of Oklahoma and she was just finishing up her BA in nursing. Rachel left her family in Muskogee behind to settle in her husband's hometown and work as a school nurse; Jaycee looks a lot like her mom, with her mother's skin tone, petite build and dark hair. Jaycee knows there was a time when her daddy wasn't a politician, but she can't really remember it. She wasn't yet in elementary school when her daddy ran for the Oklahoma State Legislature, a position he held for only a few years before deciding legislative service wasn't for him. The former political science professor at OPSU wasn't a man for legislative negotiations and dickering - he wanted to be the man in charge. Friendly to the oil industry, married to a Comanche woman, projecting a folksy-but-informed manner that let him speak cordially to both Tulsa suburbanites and farmers in the Panhandle, JT Cahill ran first as an outsider in the Republican primary, then was elected Governor of Oklahoma in 2010. Jaycee found that she liked being a governor's daughter. She was one of the most popular kids in her tony private schools in Oklahoma City, getting her attention she'd hardly ever won as a middle child back home, and living in Oklahoma City was a lot better than living in Guymon. It meant changes at home - she saw a lot less of her daddy and her momma, but she was reaching an age where that wasn't so bad. She got to travel too; out to DC and down to Austin, getting to know the children of other politicians and rich friends of her daddy's, and even got to visit. She wasn't old enough to be interested in boys the way her older sister Jaybee was, but she was sure that when she did, she'd have her pick of the best ones. She had a lot of plans. Jaycee was old enough to have some idea of what they were getting into when her daddy and momma sat her and her two sisters down in December of 2014 to tell them something very serious. Her daddy had thought hard, he'd prayed hard, and he'd talked to their mom and his friends - and Governor Cahill was going to run for President in the next election. Freshly 13, Jaycee rolled her eyes but didn't actually backsass her daddy - her daddy had just been re-elected Governor earlier that year and she figured the campaign for President couldn't be _that_ different from the campaign for Governor. And besides, it probably wasn't going to amount to anything. She had to admit she loved her dad (privately, anyway), but the country wasn't going to elect her dad, with his corny jokes and his Sooner ties and cheerful belly, President, right? The headaches started around the time of Jaycee's fourteenth birthday, just a short time after her father had been elected President of the United States. They were small at first and she got aspirin for them, then stronger stuff - stuff the White House doctors had to prescribe, then hospital visits to get her on a new type of painkillers. Her daddy's people kept it out of the media, which made her feel a little better - running for President was _not_ like running for Governor at all, and the campaign had turned her life completely upside-down. She knew how important this job was to her family, to her sisters, to America; she decided not to tell anyone when the headaches came back after a few months of treatment - or when she started hearing whispers in empty rooms in the White House, and then seeing things she knew weren't there - strange colors and patterns that she blocked out by sheer force of will. She wasn't going to ruin everything for her family by being a freak! And then came D-Day. Judith Claudia Cahill Metahuman Abilities: Subject's metahuman abilities reflect a biological connection to the lower end of the electromagnetic spectrum - particularly the VHF frequencies just above one meter. Her neurological and skeletal systems have a unique chemical composition that makes her a natural transmitter and receiver of these frequencies. In a 'resting' state, she has the ability to send and receive signals along these frequencies, visual data being transmitted to her optic nerve and auditory to her ear canal. However, subject's abilities are 'overpowered' (as is common among younger metahumans). When in an environment with sufficient VHF energy (such as that found in any major metropolitan area), her body begins to act as a natural 'sponge' - absorbing and storing these energies throughout her cellular structure. Sufficient accumulation of these energies results in so-far uncontrolled discharges of energies cascading 'above' the VHF range into microwaves and infrared radiation. These discharges are extremely hazardous to her environment and others within it. Unless her abilities can be reliably controlled, there will be further D-Day events. Subject is not recommended for inhibitor technology for multiple reasons - in addition to the hazard her abilities pose to the sensitive environment where she lives, her neurological functions have become dependent on the VHF radiation she absorbs unconsciously. Without regular exposure to VHF radiation, her brain will begin to shut down and she will enter a persistent comatose state. Reveal hidden contents Power Descriptions: Watchdog generally fights like someone who has no superpowers - hanging back and picking foes off with her pistols, or wading into melee to take them out with well-placed joint strikes and body blows. She's tough in her armor, capable of taking hits from metahumans or bursts of automatic weapons fire, and isn't afraid to take some hits in order to get the job done. Without her armor she's much more cautious (especially since that deprives of her of her firearms), preferring to strike from the shadows rather than enter openly into combat. When she does use her powers she doesn't comment on the fact that she's doing so; instead closing into melee range and striking her target with her hands. There's no apparent visual effect when she does so, but psionically adept characters can observe a spectacular 'splash' of psionic energy like ripples in a pond as she copies her target's psionic aura, then absorbs that copy into herself. Once she does have powers copied, she tends to fight in a style that mimics her opponent - taking to the air for a blaster, slugging it out for a powerhouse, etc. Complications: Agent: Ashley is technically a sworn law enforcement officer, but doesn't act as such while wearing her costume except for her duties to protect Jaycee Cahill. This is a complicated situation. Break: Ashley's complicated relationship with the Raven remains both a sore point and a point of pride. Copycat: Ashley isn't hiding her superpowers but she is keeping them to herself; she'll use them as a second resort rather than a first unless she needs to save a life. Duty: Ashley George is responsible for the life and well-being of the First Daughter, Jaycee Cahill. This is her highest priority - whatever she or Jaycee thinks about this. Enemy: Baron Samedi's drug empire indirectly killed Ashley's father. Given the chance, she'll go for him - minus her duty to Jaycee. Guns: Though Ashley's pistols are not actually firearms, they strongly resemble them (this is a way of distracting attention from the level of high technology she carries) - this may be something other heroes have trouble with. Lies: Ashley lied about how she'd developed her powers when she joined the Secret Service. Nobody Knows The Troubles I've Seen: Watchdog's personality is of necessity not very nice - she has to play the part of the gritty, unlikable vigilante as a way of making sure no one pays too much attention to her. Out of Town: At her core, Ashley is in many ways still a product of her conservative upbringing - even though she did learn to relax during her time at Claremont. Patriot: Ashley George loves the United States of America and all it stands for. Secret: Ashley George is a 26 year old Secret Service agent, not a teenager from an alternate universe! Split Personality: Ashley's powers occasionally result in her copying certain mental traits of those whose powers she steals - this annoyance is one of the reasons she doesn't do it very often. We Get The Job Done: Ashley is the biracial daughter of a first-generation immigrant. Who's That Girl: Ashley wears her helmet because while there aren't that many people who would recognize the workaholic wallflower that was Ashley George from her time at Claremont - or for that matter connect her with the heroine Copycat, there are a few. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 6 + 0 + 6 + 4 = 24PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 10 + 10 = 20PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +5 Base, +9 Gun, +9 Damage, +15 Mimic Defense: +9 (+5 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +7 Knockback: -5/-2/-1 Saves: 5 + 6 + 5 = 16PP Toughness: +11/+5/+3 (+3 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +6 Armor) Fortitude: +8 (+3 Con, +5) Reflex: +8 (+2 Dex, +6) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 88R = 22PP Bluff 9 (+11 SM) Climb 3 (+5) Concentration 2 (+5) Craft [Mechanical] 5 (+5) Drive 8 (+10) Escape Artist 3 (+5) Gather Info 3 (+5) Intimidate 8 (+10, SM) Investigate 10 (+10) Medicine 3 (+5) Knowledge (Civics) 5 (+5) Languages 2 (French, Vietnamese, Base: English) Notice 8 (+11, SM) Search 5 (+5) Sense Motive 7 (+10, SM) Stealth 8 (+10) Swim 3 (+5) Feats: 16PP All-Out Attack Attack Focuse (Ranged) 2 Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 4 Equipment 15 (From Veteran Award) Evasion Interpose Power Attack Precise Shot 1 Quick Draw [Draw] Sidekick 20 [Pulse, from Veteran Reward] Skill Mastery (Bluff, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive) Takedown Attack Well-Informed Equipment 15 PP 4EPs Masterwork Cellphone Masterwork Rebreather Masterwork Handcuffs Masterwork Tools (Craft [Mechanical]) Description: The Dawg looks like a decade-old Cadillac DeVille that's been modified by an experienced street mechanic into a fearsome road machine, perfect for a badass vigilante. The front of the car is modified to look like a snarling dog with headlights for eyes and snarling teeth around the grille, while the sound of its specially modified engine sounds distinctly like the growl of a large pitbull. It's fast and tough, easily capable of chasing down almost anything on the road - including metahumans! It's also completely bulletproof, with an internal life support system, built-in communicator and satellite phone, 'storage compartments' and an almost unbeatable onboard GPS. A close look reveals even more modifications - 5-inch armored doors, and "bulletproof glass so thick it blocks out parts of the light spectrum." run-flat tires, and a 454-cubic-inch engine.Confirmed accessories include "an integrated 10-disc CD changer, a foldaway desktop and reclining rear seats with massaging, adaptive cushions." It weighs about 14,000 pounds. At the touch of a button, it can turn itself into a normal-looking car - though it's still bright red. Normal mode The Dawg (STR 45 SPD 6 DEF 9 TOU 10 Size: Huge, Features: Alarm 2 [DC 25], Computer, Feature: Cellphone comm., Hidden Compartments, Navigation System Powers: Impervious Toughness 10, Immunity 9 (Life Support), Morph 6 (normal car), Super-Senses 4 (Radar) [55EP] Description: The Dawg Pound is a specially modified warehouse in Port Regal that looks perfect for the home of a gritty young vigilante. With space to park the Dawg and space to park her crew, it's a totally radical place. The fridge is stocked with diet soda and energy drinks, the freezer with frozen pizzas and chicken nuggets, the gym has equipment for punching away your inner demons to an angry techno soundtrack, the flatscreen TV in the rec room even has an XBox One with the latest games. It's angsty teen superhero paradise! Headquarters Array 9 (15EP, AP: Alternate Power 1) [16EP] BE: Dawg Pound [Size: Huge; Toughness: 20; Features: Communications, Computer, Concealed, Garage, Gym, Living Space, Power System, Security System, Workshop] The House is just a perfectly normal one-story white house with attached garage near the edge of Bayview, away from the city limits - what do you mean? Why would this house be special? AP: House Size: Small; Toughness: 15; Features: Communications, Concealed [4], Garage, Living Space, Power (Impervious + Immunity), Personnel (Other Secret Service Agents), Power System, Security System [2], Workshop Power: Immunity 9 (Life Support) + Impervious Toughness 10 {19/20} Powers: 7 + 17 + 32 + 2 = 58PP Damage 3 (Raven's Training, PFs: Accurate 2, Innate, Mighty) (training) [7PP] Device 4 (Watchdog Armor and Guns, 20DP, Flaw: Hard to Lose, PF: Restricted 1 [voiceprint]) (technology) [17PP] Blast 5 (pulsed energy projectiles; PFs: Accurate 1, Improved Critical) [12DP] Protection 6 [6DP] Super-Senses 2 (Infravision, Ultravision) [2DP] Power Thief Container 5 (25PP Container, PFs: Accurate 5, Precise, Subtle 1 [psionic senses]) [32PP] (mutation) Fatigue 5 (Extra: Linked [Mimic, +0]) {10} + Mimic 5 (All Powers, 25PP; Extra: Linked [Fatigue, +0], Flaw: Tainted) {15} + = [10+15=25/25PP] Super-Senses 2 (Danger Sense [Mental], Uncanny Dodge [Mental]) (mutation) [2PP] Totals: Abilities (24) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (16) + Skills (22) + Feats (16) + Powers (58) - Drawbacks (0) = 156/156 Power Points
  7. Breakneck Power Level: 10 (150/153PP) Unspent Power Points: 3 Trade-Offs: -1 Attack / +1 Damage, +3 Defense / -3 Toughness In Brief: Fastest redneck in Freedom City!. Catchphrase: Faster than a scalded haint! Theme: “Live Wire” by Motley Crue Alternate Identity: Colt McCay (Public) Birthplace: Claude, TX Residence: Claremont Academy Campus. Occupation: Student at Claremont Affiliations: Claremont Academy Family: The whole McCay clan as is custom in the south. Problem is he lives so far away now, in the big city that it’s hard to stay in touch. Description: Age: 16 (DoB: 2011, March, 14th) Apparent Age: 16. Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian. Height: 5’9” Weight: 122 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Red Colt is so thin and wiry you’d swear he was made by throwing play dough on a stick figure made of copper wire. His hair is in a constant state of unkempt and is a deep true red, not orange like most redheads tend to be, it hangs to his shoulder, and mullets so naturally you’d expect it’s a genetic predisposition. Colt dresses in jeans, t-shirt (which usually sports the logo of some long forgotten 80’s hair band) and sandals when not in school uniform. Colt is always smiling, and despite having little to no experience with dentists his teeth are perfect and white. He sports a pretty deep tan that only appears on his arms and up to his knees. History: It is a well known fact that in places like Claude, TX kids who have little to do will do their best to get into trouble. For Colt, that always involved doing something fast, and dangerous. He’d often “borrow” his older brother Bo’s ’85 IROC Z Camaro and take it for a ride. Highway 287 had long strips of flat curvy two lane highway perfect for adrenaline junkies that Colt made frequent use of, but his real love was a turn in the city limits called “piss corner.” It was a dirt/gravel turn onto 1st street that everyone took too fast and almost no one had ever taken without spinning out and hitting the Bannister fencing. Colt was one of the few who could handle it, or so he thought. On one of those times he was borrowing Bo’s ride, he took the corner at 60, and being only 15 and not what one would call versed in the ways of physics, Colt had no idea that there’s zero chance he could make it out of that turn without rolling the car. When the car began to rise off of it’s left wheels the world slowed, and Colt’s world became white. An instant later he’s standing outside of the car, watching it tumble end over end through the Bannister’s fence and into their minivan. Once his sense came back to him he took a step towards the wreck and found himself careening into the mangled mesh of automobiles and luckily bounced off with only a few bruises. After some careful experimentation, he was able to walk at a normal speed again, and was able to control both the speed of his feet and the speed of his thought. He was fast. Greased lightning got busy with a rocket sled and had a baby kind of fast. Colt smiled, he knew he was in for the beating of his life from Bo. But Bo would have to catch him first! After some talk with Ma and Pa and the rest of the family, they scraped enough money together to get him to Freedom City and into Claremont Academy. With the help of some grants from rich folk and a scholarship he's able to live on campus rather comfortable like. If he needs extra work money, he could always spend an afternoon building a house or something! Firmly entrenched in Freedom City and the academy. Colt passes the time learning about his new powers and learning about things like Physics in school. Now he gets why that turn was impossible to make! Now if he were to just try it at 58 mph, how would that work out, he thought? Personality & Motivation: Colt is a good, kind kid, if a bit reckless. He’s an adrenaline junkie through and through, and his mutation only feeds into that by feeding him more endorphins and more speed the faster he goes. That being said it’s not just about the thrills for him, he wants to help people especially those who don’t have a lot, like he didn’t growing up. This is why he finds it rewarding living in The Fens. Even big cities have their poor folk, and he knows from poor folk. Powers & Tactics: Though relatively new to his powers, growing up with little else to do, Colt knows how to scrap, and he also is relatively smart, able to adapt his powers to do new things other than just punch things real fast. He is a voracious reader and has read and retained thousands of books, whole libraries even, and can often use this information in esoteric ways to help him from time to time. Power Descriptions: Waves of heat radiate off of Colt when he’s using his powers like a desert mirage (it’s the friction) and when moving he is a green and white blur (as those are the colors of his costume). His speed is mutation based and partially due to an extremely overenlarged and overactive adrenal gland, hence his thrillseeking. Complications: Adrenaline Junky: Colt loves to go fast, and basically will do any reckless thing to live on the edge and feed his need: the need for speed! Motor Mouth: Colt tends to forget that others don’t think or act as fast as him and will find himself talking at a pace that no one could comprehend. To top it off, it sounds like a high pitched electrical whirring/whine when he does this, so it’s more than a little annoying. Act First Think Later: Colt doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about what he's going to do beforehand, or the consequences of his actions. Abilities: 0 + 6 + 4 + 8 -2 + 4 = 20PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 8 (-1) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 10 + 10 = 20PP Initiative: +19 Attack: +9 Melee, +5 Ranged Defense: +13 (+5 Base, +8 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +9 Knockback: -3 Saving Throws: 5 + 3 + 7 = 15PP Toughness: +7 (+2 Con, +1 [Defensive Roll] +4 [Protection]) Fortitude: +7 (+2 Con, +5) Reflex: +12 (+3 Dex, +6 [Enhanced Reflex Save] +3) Will: +6 (-1 Wis, +7) Skills: 24R = 6PP Acrobatics 6 (+9) Bluff 8 (+10) Craft [Mechanical] 3 (+7) Drive 3 (+6) Knowledge [Popular Culture] 4 (+8) Feats: 17PP Attack Focus (Melee) 4 Beginner’s Luck Defensive Roll 1 Eidetic Memory Equipment 1 Evasion 1 Improved Initiative 4 Jack of All Trades Luck 1 Move By Action Taunt Equipment: 1PP = 5EP Breakneck Costume (Subtle; Immunity [Friction Heat], Quick Change) 3 EP Powers: 12 + 12 + 27 + 3 + 8 + 6 + 4 = 72PP Speed 12 (Breakneck Speed!; 50,000 Mph, 500,000 ft per move action) [12PP] Quickness 12 (10,000 times speed) [12PP] Fastest Redneck Alive Array 11 (Dynamic Array; Speed, Mutation; Feats: Alternate Power 5) [27PP] Base Power: Strike 11 (Beat ‘Em Like a Drum; Extra: Targeted Area Burst, Selective, Flaw: Action [Full]) [22pp] Alternate Power: Move Object 11 (Like the Wind; Air Descriptor) [1PP] Alternate Power: Insubstantial 4 (Pass Through) [1PP] Alternate Power: Concealment 4 (Too Fast for the Naked Eye; All visual senses) [1PP] Alternate Power: Strike 11 (Extra: Autofire) [1PP] Alternate Power: Healing 11 (Accelerated Healing; Flaw: Limited [personal only]) [1PP] Super Movement 3 (Wall-Crawling 2 [full speed, retain dodge bonus[, Water Walking [Flaw: only while running]) [3PP] Enhanced Dodge Focus 8 [8PP] Enhanced Reflex Save 6 [6PP] Protection 4 (Speedster’s Hide) [4PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Strike Touch DC 26 Toughness Damage Beat ‘Em… Area DC 26 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (6) + Feats (17) + Powers (72) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/153 Power Points
  8. Aviatrix Power Level: PL 10 using PL 7 Caps (150/150) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: +2 Defense / -2 Toughness In Brief: Test Pilot turned corporate backed Superheroine Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: Anne Mistral (Public) Nicknames: Annie, "Crow" (Former military callsign) Birthplace: South Emerald City, Oregon Residence: Oceanside, South Emerald City, Oregon Base of Operations: Oceanside/Nolan Aeronautics Airfield Occupation: Test Pilot/Anti-Corporate Espionage Affiliations: Nolan Aerospace Family: Janice Anne Mistral (Deceased), James Mistral (Deceased) Description: Age: 29 (DoB: 1988, January 8th) Apparent Age: 29 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5'7" Weight: 140 Eyes: Green Hair: Black Annie is a well in shape woman, short black hair, and green eyes. In civilian life she usually wears whatever is comfortable to her, generally a blue surplus jumpsuit from the Nolan Aeronautics hangar she works at with markings removed, or a T-shirt with some sort of aviation thing on it and blue jeans or shorts depending on the weather under a classic bomber jacket. Wears a classic motorcycle helmet with goggles when riding around on her motorcycle she restored from scratch with help from one of the mechanics at the hangars. As Aviatrix she wears a high-tech blue suit with orange accents and high-visibility yellow vest and markings. She has a hood she covers her head with before putting her helmet on, hooking up the air supply from the suit to the helmet. History: Anne had a rather boring childhood until her 10th year, while at a summer camp she had a strange moment at a Oregon summer camp's lake. She "sleep flew" over the lake, and when she woke up she fell in. At the time she wasn't the best of swimmer and luckily a counselor spotted her before she was in any danger. The trauma caused her to block out the incident, and the discovery of her powers. Her parents died when she was 12 in a car accident, although the reason behind the accident was a mystery to investigators. While living with her aunt she started on her path to become a pilot. Her Aunt was former Air Force, and helped her along the way, even helping her get her licence at 16, and getting her physically ready while Annie focussed on her studies so she could qualify for the officer's training she'd have to go through. Her time in the Air Force went from one of some roughly fitting into the military life, to becoming a star among pilots. She almost didn't get out of training after one accident, although her quick reflexes allowed her and her instructor to eject, although he broke his neck during the ejection. Something that has stuck with her in seeing. Once in actual service she served with distinction, assisting in defenses against various super-villains, sometimes getting shot down in the process. It was in defense against a Communion incursion in EC that she had her last ejection. By regs her fighter pilot career was over. It was either fixed wings with no ejection seats, or helicopters from here on. But due to her service she also qualified for a Honorible Discharge. She took the discharge, while she was still healthy. She showed her credentials to Nolan Aeronautics and was quickly recruited after health screenings to ensure her rough life as a pilot hadn't degraded her ability to be a test pilot. Seeing she was at the peak of health, she was fast-tracked through training, getting into a team of other new pilots. During the flight of one of the new pilots, someone Annie became quick friends with in a Jaime Calloway, a forgotten memory returned. As Jaime was testing a new engine in her aircraft there was a sudden, and catastrophic failure, Jaime ejected as per protocol, but her parachute didn't open properly when the seat fell free, causing her to spiral to her doom. But that was a doom denied. Annie blacked out standing on the observation ship. When she awoke she was floating next to Jaime in the water, freezing cold, but seeing her friend was quite alive and wondering just what Jaime did. When Annie saw the video of how she willed herself to pull on the damaged chute and serve as Jaime's new parachute, she was floored. When the investigation in the incident showed not only industrial sabotage, but that the person wanted to take Jaime out, Annie swore she'd get the guy back somehow. That was when Nolan Aeronautics made an offer. Jaime's combat training was still sharp and she was a natural investigator, with some polish and the use of a prototype flightsuit and gear, she could help the corporation in combatting future sabotage, that and a PR boon as a superheroine operating in Emerald City. They gave her the name of a previous high-flying heroine from the pulp age who fought evil wherever it lurked with help from Nolan Aeronautics... The Aviatrix. Where things went from here, was up to Annie. Personality & Motivation: Anne sees what she does isn't just a test of her ability, but also a duty which she is happy to fulfill as one of Emerald City's defenders. She's had a quick maturation from her competetive and wreckless days in the military, and her daredevil instincts as a test pilot before she gained her powers. She's careful, but willing to jump into danger when duty calls. The Daredevil in her has yet to be satiated. Powers & Tactics: Anne loves to use her flight to increase her mobility in combat, even if it means "skating" by keeping only an inch or so off the ground. Using her hovering stance, she can tumble and dance in combat, or become evasive and wiggle out of trouble, changing her body's position making it difficult to hit her. Though her military training in capture avoidance makes her prefer to engage in ranged combat, although she's capable of getting in close. Power Descriptions: Her suit is a well-engineered combat flightsuit, although it's cost and design disqualified it for use by the US military (AEGIS is still making it's decision), relegating it as a prototype to be considered for Nolan Test Pilots (to increase survivabiltiy of their investment), it's light and padded anti-ballistic materials allow her to take on most street-level thugs just fine, as well as provide life suppport. Her "sidearm" is a blaster weapon, one of a kind, that was designed as a sidearm for AEGIS pilots, able to convert from a blaster form into a night-stick like baton. She herself can alter her own personal gravitic field to fly, causing light to lens slightly behind her as she flies along. Complications: An In-House Cape: Annie as Aviatrix is jut as much an employee of Nolan Aeronautics as the other. So things like PR and job schedules do step in. "Nothing I haven't seen before.": Being former military, Aviatrix has a level of confidence that a civilian wouldn't. Although this can blind her to a potential problem when others would wisely consider caution. "I look out for my family!": Annie considers the test pilots and support crew in Nolan Aeronautics as her family, and if one gets into trouble Annie is sure to get involved, particularly her significant other and test pilot, Jaime "Silk" Calloway (it was how she got into this whole predicament in the first place!) "Crud! FLAMEOUT!": Sometimes Aviatrix's flight power will cut out. Since Annie developed her power well into her adulthood her brain as yet has to adapt to having powers. Which can cause awkward landings. She's dubbed these moments "flameouts". Abilities: 4 + 10 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 8 = 32PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 20 (+5) Constitution: 12 (+1) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 6 + 6 = 12PP Initiative: +25 Attack: +3 (+7 Blaster, +7 Baton) Grapple: +8 Defense: +9 (+3 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed Knockback: -2 Saving Throws: 6 + 5 + 3 = 14PP Toughness: +1/+5 (+1 Con, +4 Protection) Fortitude: +7 (+1 Con, +6) Reflex: +10 (+5 Dex, +5) Will: +5 (+2 Wis, +3) Skills: 96R = 24PP Acrobatics +5(+10) Bluff +1(+5) Climb +3(+5) Computers +3(+5) Diplomacy +6(+10) Disable Device +3(+5) Disguise +4(+8) Drive +1(+6) Escape Artist +3(+8) Gather Information +6(+10) Investigate +8(+10) Language +2 (Native: English, French, Arabic) Medicine: +2(+5) Notice: +7(+10) Pilot: +10(+15) Search: +8(+10) Sense Motive: +7(+10) Sleight of Hand: +3(+8) Stealth: +5(+10) Survival: +5(+8) Swim: +4(+6) Feats: 38 pp Attack Specialization 2 (Baton Mode +4) Attack Specialization 2 (Blaster Mode +4) Benefit 1 (Nolan Aeronautics Test Pilot) Chokehold Connected Contacts Dodge Focus 6 Equipment 2 (10 EP) Evasion 2 Grappling Finesse Hide in Plain Sight Improved Block 2 Improved Disarm 2 Improved Grapple Improved Initiative 5 Improved Pin Improved Trip Luck 2 Move-By Action Power Attack Quick Change 1 Skill Mastery(Medicine, Pilot, Stealth, Survival) EQUIPMENT (10ep) (* Items are Masterwork) Mark IV Nolan Aviation Flight Vest GPS Reciever [1EP]* PDA [1EP]* First Aid Kit (Compact)[1EP] Auto/Manual Inflatable Life Preserver [1EP] Reserve Parachute (Auto Activate)[1EP] Compact Single Person Life Raft [1EP] Survival Knife (Damage 3; Power Feats: Improved Critical(19-20))[4EP] Powers 9 + 12 + 9 = 30PP Flight 5 (Gravitic Flight; 250 mph, 2500 ft./rnd; Flaws: Power Loss (Doesn't work immersed in water))[9PP] (Gravity) Device 3(SERE Advanced Operations Flightsuit; 15PP Device, Hard to Lose)[12PP]) Technology, Mechanical Protection 4 (Ballistic Polymer Fabric; Power Feat: Second Chance(Toughness Saves vs Ballistic and Bludgeoning Damage))[6PP] Immunity 9 (Life Support System; Life Support)[9PP] Device 3(X4 Pilot Sidearm; 15PP Device, Easy to Lose, 9pp) Blast 7(Blaster Mode: Power Feats: Alternate Power 1)[15PP] AP: Damage 5(Baton Mode; Power Feats: Enhanced Feat(Stunning Attack), Knockback 7[DMG14], Mighty[DMG7])[1PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 17 Toughness Damage (Bludgeoning) Survival Knife Touch DC 18 Toughness (Improved Critical 1) Damage (Slashing) Blaster Mode Ranged DC 22 Toughness Damage (Kinetic) Baton Mode Touch DC 22 Toughness Damage (Bludgeoning) Totals: Abilities (32) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (14) + Skills (24) + Feats (38) + Powers (30) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points
  9. Salvo Player Name: Zeitgeist Blue Character Name: Salvo Power Level: 10 (163/169PP) Trade-Offs: -5 Attack / +5 Damage, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 6 In Brief: Last member of a fallen house who refuses her family's legacy and seeks to make amends. Residence: Apartment at Riverside, Downtown Freedom City/Dorm at Claremont Academy Base of Operations: Claremont Academy Catchphrase: "Locked on... And firing." Alternate Identity: Nicole Whitfield-Hall Identity: Secret Birthplace: CA, USA Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont Academy, Whitfields, Halls Family: Arthur Whitfield (Father), Amelie Hall (Mother), James Whitfield-Hall (Brother), Lauren Whitfield-Hall (Sister), Gregory Whitfield-Hall (Brother), Belle Whitfield-Hall (Sister) Description: Age: 17 (August 13, 2001) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Mixed (African-Canadian, Caucasian) Height: 5'8" (without armor); 6'1" (with armor) Weight: 125 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown Physical Description Tall and lanky, perhaps Nicole's most distinctive feature is her curly hair which she usually wears long and unbound. As if to match this carefree style, she prefers easily worn casual clothes or dresses, things she could easily be presentable. She couldn't go wrong with solid, bold colors in any style and that makes up much of her wardrobe. She oftentimes sports eyebags and a perpetually harried look as she rarely rests long. A thermos of coffee completes the look. Additionally, she uses a pretty expensive looking powered wheelchair made of smooth silver steel and a high-backed leather seat. As Salvo, her armor looks to be mundanely spray painted red and white, with hints of purple as highlights. Aside from that, nothing about Bellios seems normal. A repurposed magical suit of armor, while there still remains a hint of the knightly aesthetic from old legends it is as often disrupted with an array of weapons systems, limb hydraulics, exhausts grills, and a whole slew of whirring machinery that makes it more cumbersome and larger than a suit of full plate armor should be. Runes are etched in a variety of styles and patterns, some of which are repurposed from their original origins, customized step around to work with modern technology. The armor is hermetically sealed and does not reveal the wearer inside. It emanates a visible and crackling field of purple electricity, as the energy it produces escapes. Power Descriptions: While Nicole is innately attuned to magical energies, it is her battle armor, Bellios, which allows her to focus those energies into the powers she uses as a superhero. Once an old and storied magical heirloom, her work on the armor has made it something more, creating within its essence a platform that applies both centuries of tradition and cutting-edge methodologies integrated in a dialectic unity. Bellios usually manifests her powers in set systems with a technological bent, as befitting her leanings. Yet it is a thing as much of magic as the material world. Intersecting rune arrays tun electrical currents through chiseled patterns in the armor plates. Targeting spirits line up her Gatling guns and missile batteries as a handcrafted dimension, metaphysically tuned and coupled to Bellios, feeds alchemically-imbued ammunition to sate its voracious appetite for firepower. History: Seek Knowledge. Wield Power. Those were the words Nicole lived by most of her life. It was the words the Whitfield family has lived by and died for for hundreds of years, since the first Whitfields arrived in the Americas to gamble their fortune as plantation owners, since even before then as they lived like nobles in the Old World. These words were writ in gold-plated letters above every door and fireplace in the Whitfield grounds, so that each member of the family may remember the reason for their existence. The Whitfields were many and spread across the world, as befitting a venerable and wealthy family, but those Whitfields who called California their home were those who could trace their ancestry straight and true. The purest and oldest. The heirs of a legacy that was yet to come. It was this life and lineage, which Nicole was birthed to, third eldest among five siblings. As a younger sibling, she was not expected to inherit much and neither was much expected from her. She was left to her own devices, made busy with everything old money could buy. Servants in livery, the most expensive toys and gadgets, the richest food served in multiple course meals, yet she felt little, if any, parental love as a young child. She wandered the halls of the mansion alone, a small child who barely reached the waist of any adult, under the paintings of her ancestors, their eyes watchful and austere in the low light. Her parents were much too busy to take time off for her, always managing their holdings and grooming James, her eldest sibling when they were not travelling or locked inside their individual studies. Lauren, her older sister was sent to study in boarding school before Nicole could remember, and at the times the two met, they were even more distant to each other than she and James. Perhaps then, this would have been a sad life, a childhood with little friends and love, but her personal caretaker took a liking for the young Whitfield, and it was from there that Nicole had experienced a semblance of warmth from another. Elizabeth Leon, her caretaker, took her under her wing, and began to go above and beyond the duties of a servant of Whitfield in attending to her charge’s needs. She was there whenever Nicole needed her - as her only playmate in games of tea or house, or as a shoulder to cry on when either Father or Mother scolded her childish antics. It was the first time someone truly saw Nicole as more than just a valuable asset to the family. Elizabeth listened to her, and she in turn listened. She learned of her caretaker's family, of Elizabeth's three daughters, the youngest who was her age, and of her husband who was struggling with depression. Elizabeth's bedtime stories were not fairy tales, or fanciful adventure stories. They were of the ordinary, the mundane somehow made wonderful, for it was another world for Nicole. Years passed and Nicole would grow to adolescence, soon sharing the mansion with two younger siblings, Gregory and Belle, yet like her older siblings spent less and less time with them as she grew older and was sent to an English boarding school. It was also during this time that she drew her parents’ interest. She was a genius among a family which prided itself on producing geniuses, and her intelligence was obvious for anyone with eyes to see. She soaked up information like a sponge and understood lectures meant for students a decade her senior, the many lonely hours she spent pouring over her family library now had paid off, and she had not stopped. Time and time again a servant or janitor would spy the library doors ajar, faint lights open in hours that ghosts roamed awake. They were how she spent her idle time when not with Elizabeth or playing with Gregory and Belle, and neither did she feel a recluse in boarding school, not as much as she did within the Whitfield grounds. There she had other girls to gossip with, cute boys to sneak glances to, teachers to mock behind their backs. She just tended to develop a fixation for a problem she couldn't solve, or a theory that had caught her interest, and either would occupy the back of her mind, maddening and lingering, until she'd spend hours or days searching and solving, and trying and asking, until she could confidently say she knew all there was worth knowing about that topic. Only then could she dismiss those thoughts that gripped her. It was there that she came to love the wonders of the modern world, how intricate and detailed and interconnected everything was, if only people could see it. Physics led to engineering led to technology led to mathematics led to-- ad infinitum. She was fourteen when she was summoned to the Whitfield mansion. She remembers, like all things, it was the middle of autumn and school was in full swing, yet she received a phone call. She was to drop all that she was doing and arrive at a earliest date, and she acqueised. A private jet was already waiting for her the same day she had received the call and she flew half the world to California. She was not the only one to be called. Her older brother and sister had already arrived, as had a dozen of her blood relations. The next few days saw a few dozen more arrive - cousins, and Aunts and Uncles - if she was to be technical. Almost every Whitfield of any worth gathered for the first time within the multi-acre estate. It was unprecedented, and a little daunting for Nicole, even as Elizabeth and Belle greeted her home. Gregory had stayed in his boarding school in France. All of the Whitfields gathered within a vast chamber buried in the underground vaults of the mansion, and all the servants and retinues barred from entry. They were in the center of the estate, ley lines tracing energies where beats its magical heart, and patterns upon patterns of arcane sigils and stones dotted the walls, lights tracing paths safe to tread, the family's scrolls and tomes arranged orderly rows. Clearly, this ritual had anticipated for some time, and prepared for with a meticulous patience Nicole knew her parents possessed in abundance. She read what she knew, for she was not yet a full-blooded mage, could make only guesswork as to the reasons for trappings older than her grandparents, but what she saw indicated a technique that would converge every type of magic and energy present into the one point of chamber. A melding of sorts made larger than life for all those attending now as while they were all of the name Whitfield, and all knew the alchemical arts that so defined the family, decades and centuries had diversified their skills to the point of a sensory jumble. Like crossing a street in Los Angeles and picking out people of different ethnicities. Too many that it gets confusing, yet still holding many underlying characteristics in common. They began. The lights were shut off, a candle in the center of the congregation. Nicole could just make out her father, mother, then James and Lauren standing at intervals apart. Young Belle then, was not to be a part of their destiny. First, there was chanting, occult languages in different tongues reverberating through the walls and melding into one sonorous note. She does not know how long they had stayed there. She does not remember, she would admit uneasily, what had transpired in the darkness, amid hooded figures, and whispering fell things. The candle had guttered into a cold flicker, and a cackling, wet and heavy and inside. Her arms burned, and her throat cracked with smoke. She hurt all over but her legs, and when she awoke, barely aware, the chamber was on fire and Elizabeth was carrying Nicole in her arms, a bag stuffed with scrolls strapped on her shoulders. They ran from the chamber, out the basement and the mansion as everything burned. Nicole watched the mansion crumble in flames. Her legs refuse and Elizabeth carried her to the waiting paramedics, and she decided she was dreaming. The authorities would say it was a stray spark that started the fire. An unfortunate series of events led to this tragedy, the official statement would read, leading to 43 deaths, mostly from suffocation and localized within the chamber, except for one teenager that was rescued by a heroic maid. They applauded Elizabeth and shifted through the rubble, looking for survivors. They did not find Belle. Gregory would go missing shortly thereafter. She worried about Gregory and went into mourning, for Belle most of all. She was released from the hospital, a certified paraplegic, to Elizabeth and her family in the meantime, who were her legal guardians now. She saved what she could from the remains of her family's capital. The vultures had picked at everything long before she left the hospital. Through means legal and not so legal, her family's once vast fortune had dwindled, taken by rivals, and those seeking revenge or restitution. And perhaps it was for the best. She had canceled her boarding school. There was an itch her brain could not scratch, and a hunch told her she would find her answers by staying. She soon discovered a side of her family that sickened her. They were corrupt, and perhaps that was not a revelation with how rich they were, but in their dealings lives were lost and ruined with the act of a single handshake, and people killed from one spoken word of her parents. She dug into the books, into the diaries and records saved from the fire. She talked to the lawyers and phoned business partners overseas. The Californian Whitfields had its hand in every pie in the city, state, and a significant number in the country and beyond. Oil spill cover ups, land siezures from the poor, money laundering, arms trafficking, financing the local Mafia, and shaking hands with Mexican cartels. The Whitfields were far worse among the magical community, yet just as insidious, where an overarching authority non-existent. It was a headache to have it all revealed and heaped upon her in a short time, and she cut every connection she could and gave all she could to the authorities. As the only Whitfield left, she had that right, even if many of her family's erstwhile partners did not see it her way. She walked -- rolled rather -- the streets now, instead of the halls of a mansion or an elite boarding school in a far-off country. They were concrete and now, and she couldn't ignore what was in front of her, even as her magic began to die a slow death for no discernible reason. Seek Knowledge. Wield Power. Her family had its reasons for everything they've done, excuses more like. But it was something to say to let them sleep at night, and she couldn't say they were deluded. Not when those reasons almost felt right, like this was just the natural state of the world. The strong prey on the weak. Predators eat. Prey flee. Humans fought wars and died and gave birth. And Whitfields learned and gathered. She woke up one night as she felt eyes watching her. Bellios stood at the foot of her bed, unscathed. Her powers were all but dead by then, and when she had attempted to wear the armor, the recurring psychic backlash left her sick and vomiting food for a week. By the coaxing of Elizabeth, she decided to fly to Freedom City and resume her schooling. She was frustrated and without hope, disgusted by her family's activities - a useless feeling, lugging an armor that did nothing but make her ill. Still, perhaps she could find a solution in the city of heroes and start anew, far away from the death of her family and the toxic they left. So she transferred half the money she had inherited with Elizabeth and her family, as much as it was a pittance compared to what her family once held, it was a large sum for them and it felt like the right thing to do to thank them for everything. She flew out the next day. She was eligible for Claremont, if just barely, and wasn't that cute. For a whole year she was the most useless student to grace its halls. Stuck in a wheelchair and magic that fizzled pathetically, if she could even get it to work, she would have been kicked out if it weren't for her intelligence and ability to create tech and mystical devices. She brought with her the family scrolls, even if she could recall their contents easily enough, and could call on mystical energies that did not originate from within. Magic rituals and petty concoctions, she knew how to make them. Electronic riff-raff that would not have been out of place in a gadgeteer's arsenal. All the while the familiar presence lay heavy upon her mind. It was the strongest pull she had ever, and it was directed in its entriety to Bellios. She let herself fall into that obsession, working for a year upon that construct of ancient arcana. She learned so much more than she would within the confines of a classroom, or the laughable practicums the teachers would give to her. She dreamed of bolts and runes, and incantations and coding. And when she was not buried within Bellios, within the confines of her work, she was formulating ways to improve it, to create more energy, more power, because it hungered. For a year, barely anyone outside her scheduled classes saw her. During class, her presence was almost non-existent, her output just enough to pass. But just before the end of the school year she rose from her fugue, as if she had fallen asleep or into a coma and had only woke up, though she remembered everything as clear as day. Groggy, head aching, her insides feeling like jelly, she looked up to take in her work. And it was beautiful. Personality & Motivations Nicole is, if anything, inclined to extremes. When something deemed important should done, then it should be done to the fullest of one's abilities or not at all. She is analytical, perhaps a bit too cerebral at times, but mostly means well, especially regarding the well-being of those she meets. She tries to be friendly, taking the time to engage in small talk and get to know people before making judgments about them but fails more often than not. Sardonically so. In a similar manner, she prefers to have all the facts before committing on a plan of action. This does mean she is prone to taking too much time when presented with an abundance of information, perhaps even contradictory reports, until someone pushes her to act. Perhaps as a way to atone for her family's wrongdoing, she has chosen to bear the mantle of a superhero, opposing those her parents would have gladly drink wine with. They were failures, she'd be quick to admit, but she won't be like them. And like everything worth doing, she has taken no half-measures. Powers & Tactics: Though not trained or experienced in fighting, Nicole's common sense lets her understand to fight where she is strong and her foes are not. She prefers to keep her distance, flying and invisible as she overwhelms her opponents through judicious use of firepower. When hemmed in or grounded, she will attempt to cut her way free from the fighting, blasting her way out. Her arsenal also heightens her senses, encompassing machines and magic, which she can use to observe her opponents and perform reconnaissance undetected until she wishes to reveal her presence, usually through an opening salvo. Complications: A Parallel Path: Aside from her studies in Claremont Academy, the looming graduation and all that entails, and her nighttime superheroing as Salvo, Nicole still needs to find time as an intern in Archetech, providing quality yet affordable technology and energy to the less affluent locals of Freedom City, especially the marginalized persons of color. It's given her another purpose to work towards, and she takes this as a personal task, small a help as it is. She's met several people because of this, both from Archetech and Freedom City, but it does mean she's starting to see that part of the city as her turf, in addition to the magical hotspots. Sense of responsibility included. She will go out of her way for these people and places, more so than usual, even if she will not admit so. (Responsibility) Collateral Damage: Like it says on the tin: collateral damage. Turns out, holding the trigger of two fusion autocannons spinning at 3,000 rounds per minute each and firing super-heated metals in the city, or anywhere with infrastructure, isn't the smartest idea. Who knew? Nicole does, intellectually, but in the heat of battle there isn't time to think; only the surge of adrenaline and energy blasts flying. It's unfortunate, but damage does happen, especially when she pushes the suit to its full potential. Needless to say, there are consequences when this happens, even if she wins the fight. (Accident). Drives Like a Rock: While Nicole's modifications Salvo's finer motors have been tuned up, and the proper ritual runes etched up to keep it from acting up, it still doesn't drive like a second-skin armor should. Its lateral movements and fine handling have not panned out as well as she had first envisioned. Her armor's flies like a brick, fast but impossible to do maneuvers which require finesse, and her grip could crush bone if she wasn't careful. Still more tuning is required, field tests must be conducted for her to fully utilize the link between her and Bellios. Father Dearest: Her father isn't the nicest of people and just when Nicole had thought she had gotten rid of him, his ghost, or at least a very convincing simulacrum of it, has inhabited Bellios as its machine spirit. She has tried to get rid of it, but he unfortunately seems to be staying as an unwanted but essential component. Thankfully, he does seem more agreeable, seeing as she is his only heir. And while he wishes to see her alive and well, he cares not one whit for anyone not a Whitfield. This has sometimes resulted in a struggle between parent and child when their objectives conflict with each other, usually pitting risk anfthe acquisition of artifacts against her responsibility as a superhero (one other thing he cares little about). But his long term goals, if he even has one, are still a mystery. Of course, in a contest between man and spirit, more often than not, it is not often clear who will win. It Hungers for War: Bellios is first and foremost a machine of war. Its pistons hum in anticipation of battle, and the monistic links blur the line between wearer and suit. When Nicole rages, it responds with greater power. When Bellios rages, she responds by pushing it to its limits. Additionally, it is very susceptible to the appearance of the Fae. A whiff of emission from those foul beings causes in it a single-minded bloodlust. Luckily, these episodes have been rare, but less extreme emotions do sometimes bleed off, turning the well-thought out into just plain compulsive. Man and Machine: When Nicole enters Bellios she becomes more than human, and more than just an amalgam of steel and flesh. They become one, in all definitions of the word. The world outside sees one being and acts accordingly; any power that would have effected either her, as a mere human sorcerer, or the techno-magics enmeshed into Bellios would affect the whole that Salvo has become. To be able to process this, Nicole's mind translates the changes into a reality she could comprehend, creating a HUD and "eyes" to see from her helmet. Anything that would blind her, or interfer with the magic and electronics in the armor, would scramble that visual interface and all essential information arrayed within it . The Gift of Blood: Family legend traces their line stretches back to the age of Christian Rome, during the first centuries of the first millennium. During that time, the pope decreed the library destroyed. Unable to bear such wanton waste of knowledge, her ancestor had made a pact with an agent of a powerful being from another world. He would be given the ability to save the contents of the library, but he and his offspring must bear a price (or a blessing as the official version states), and a destiny to be fulfilled long after his death. Whatever the truth is, Nicole and those of her blood possess, without fail, a compulsion. Knowledge, especially forbidden knowledge, is the sweetest water, and she occasionally finds herself using her powers to fulfill her family's quest. While none of her episodes have reached the two years working on Bellios, many smaller episodes are still smaller occurences, particularly during her heightened magical state while using her armor. Nicole's obsession has her pursue information above all else, usually by absent-mindedly hacking into databases when she is in the suit, though there are many other ways she may go about this. These seem like good ideas at the time, but done at the wrong time, and with the wrong systems, and a slip-up may land her in serious trouble. (Obsession) The Sins of Family: Ever since finding out about her family's unsavory secrets, Nicole has endeavored to do good where they would do wrong. Still, there are those who see her as nothing more than the last Whitfield or a foolish girl. Most see her as no better than those bearing the same name. Yet some would go out of their way to rid her for revenge or opportunity. While there are enough in the mundane world, it is the magical community who has suffered the most from her family's excesses. As few and isolated as they are, they have long memories. And many ways to trace magic signatures. Whitfields and Halls, they say, are particularly distinct. (Enemy and Reputation) This Magic of Mine: Her magic isn't so hot when outside Bellios, understatement of the year, but her armor does act as a focus for her magic, heightening it into a weapon of mass destruction. While most of her inner energy transfers seamlessly into its various systems, a leak is unavoidable sometimes, and a once controllable yet feeble magic turns uncontrollable and potent; a combination that's often bad news. Though she may choose to hold it inside for a time, risking her magic's side-effects, she must eventually discharge the surge of power. A badly-timed spike, or an unwanted manifestation of that magic, could turn the tables very quickly. Not always for the better. Abilities: 0 - 2 + 0 + 14 + 0 + 0 = 12PP Strength: 18/10 (+4/0) Dexterity: 8 (-1) Constitution: 20/10 (+5/0) Intelligence: 24 (+7) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 6 + 5 = 11PP Initiative: +3/-1 (-1/-1 Base, +4/+0 Improved Initiative) Attack: +3 Base, +3 Melee, +3 Ranged, +5 Weapons Suite Array [+9 Containment Foam, +10 Missile Batteries, +11 Energy Vent] Grapple: +18/4/0 Defense: +5/3 (+3/2 Base, +2/1 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed Knockback: -7/2 Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Toughness: +15/5 (+5/0 Con, +10 Protection or +5 Forcefield) Fortitude: +10/0 (+5/0 Con, +5) Reflex: +6/-1 (-1 Dex, +7) Will: +8/0 (+0 Wis, +8) Skills: 80R = 20PP Bluff 1 (+1) Concentration 2 (+2) Computers 8 (+15) Craft (Artistic) 1 (+8) Craft (Chemical) 5 (+12) Craft (Electronic) 8 (+15) Craft (Mechanical) 5 (+12) Diplomacy 2 (+2) Disable Device 6 (+13) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 8 (+15) Knowledge (Art) 1 (+8) Knowledge (Current Events) 2 (+9) Knowledge: Cosmology 4 (+11) Knowledge (History) 3 (+10) Knowledge (Physical Science) 5 (+12) Knowledge (Technology) 8 (+15) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 3 (+10) Language 2 (English, French, Spanish) Notice 3 (+3) Search 2 (+9) Sense Motive 2 (+2) Feats: 8PP Artificer Benefit (Wealth) Eidetic Memory Inventor Luck Online Research Ritualist Well-Informed Powers: 3 + 2 + 113 + 1 = 119PP Device 1 (Wheelchair, Tech; 5DP; Extra Effort [Device]; Drawbacks: Power Loss [Cannot use in Bellios armor]) [3PP] Descriptors: All (Hermetic) Magic and Technology combined. Magitech. Forcefield 5 (Extras: Duration [Continuous [+1]; Flaws: Ablative [-1]) [5DP] Device 1 (Eyeglasses, Magical, Tech; 5DP; Extra Effort [Device]; Drawbacks: Power Loss [Cannot use in Bellios armor]) [2PP] Descriptors: All (Hermetic) Magic and Technology combined. Magitech. Sensory Suite Array 2 (4PP Array; Feats: Alternate Powers 1) [5DP] BE: Super-Senses 4 (Radar [+3]; Radar [Enhancements: Accurate (+0), Acute (+0), Ranged (+1)]) {4/4} AP: Super-Senses 4 (Mental [Magic] Awareness [+3]; Awareness [Enhancement: Ranged (+1)]) {4/4} Bellios 28 (Battlesuit, Magical, Tech; 140DP Alternate Form/Device; Extra Effort [Device]; Feats: Restricted [Beings with Magic]) [113PP] Descriptors: All (Hermetic) Magic and Technology combined. Magitech. Protocol Sy 8.4 (42PP Container) [42DP] Enhanced Strength 8 [8DP] Enhanced Constitution 10 [10DP] Enhanced Combat 1 (Defence 1) [2DP] Enhanced Saves 20 (Fortitude 5, Reflex 7, Will 8 [20DP] Enhanced Feats 2 (Attack Specialization (Weapons Suite), Dodge Focus, Improved Initiative) [3DP] Communications 4 (Radio, 1 mile; Extras: Area; Flaws: Action [Move]; Feats: Selective, Subtle) [6DP] Hexagrammic Paneling 3.8 (19PP Container) [19DP] Immunity 9 (Life Support) [9DP] Protection 10 [10DP] Sensory Suite Array 5.5 (11PP Array; Feats: Alternate Powers 2) [13DP] BE: Super-Senses 9 (Direction Sense [+1], Distance Sense [+1], Radio [+1], Radar [+3]; Radar [Enhancements: Accurate (+0), Acute (+0), Analytical (+1), Extended 2 [1,000 ft] (+2), Radius (+1), Ranged (+1)]) {11/11} AP: Super-Senses 9 (Mental [Magic] Awareness [+3]; Awareness [Enhancement: Accurate (+2), Acute (+1), Analytical (+1), Extended [1,000 ft] (+2), Radius (+1), Ranged (+1)]) {11/11} AP: Data Link 4 (Radio, 1 mile; Extras: Area, Linked [Enhanced Feats]; Flaws: Check Required [Computers]; Feats: Machine Control, Selective, Subtle) {7/11} Servo-Dynamos 6.5 (13DP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 1, Dynamic 1) [15DP] DBE: Flight 0-6 (500 mph / 5,000 per Move Action; Feats: Subtle) {0-13} DAP: Super-Strength 0-6 (Effective Strength 16-46, Heavy Load ~200 lbs-~6 tons) {0-12} Weapons Suite Array 20 (40PP Array; Feats: Alternate Powers 5) [45DP] BE: Kinetic Beam 10 (Blast; Extras: Linked [Dazzle], Range [Perception]; Flaws: Limited [5 times a day], Slow Fire; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Improved Critical [18-20], Knockback 3 [13 Total], Variable [Energy/Magic]) {18} + Dazzle 10 (Visual and Auditory; Extras: Area [General, Burst], Linked [Blast], Range [Perception]; Flaws: Limited [5 times a day], Slow Fire; Feat: Affects Insubstantial 2) {22} = {40/40} AP: Containment Foam 11 (Snare; Extras: Regenerating; Feats: Accurate 2, Affects Insubstantial 2, Dimensional 2 [Magical], Split Attack) {40/40} AP: Energy Vent 9 (Stun; Feats: Accurate 3, Affects Insubstantial 2, Extended Reach, Variable [Energy/Magic]) {25/40} AP: Flamethrowers 10 (Hellfire; Extras: Area [General, Cone], Vampiric; Flaws: Range [Touch]; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Dimensional 2 [Magical], Incurable Variable Descriptor 2 [Energy/Fire/Water]) {37/40} AP: Fusion Autocannons 15 (Blast; Extras: Autofire; Flaws: Distracting; Feats: All-out Attack, Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Precise Shot 2, Power Attack, Split Attack, Variable Descriptor [Energy/Magic]) {38/40} AP: Missile Batteries 10 (Blast; Extras: Area [Targeted, Shapeable]; Feats: Accurate 2, All-out Attack, Attack Focus [Ranged], Homing, Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Indirect, Power Attack, Progression [2 boxes per rank]) {40/40} Magic 1 (2PP Array; Flaws: Unreliable) [1PP] Dazzle 1 (Visual + Auditory) [2PP] Drawbacks: -2 + -1 + -4 = -7PP Disability (Paraplegic) -2PP (Frequency: Uncommon; Intensity: Moderate) Nearsighted -1PP (Frequency: Uncommon; Intensity: Minor) Normal Identity -4PP (Frequency: Very Common; Intensity: Moderate) DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 19/15 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning) Kinetic Beam Perception DC 25 Toughness (Penetrating) Damage (Energy/Bludgeoning) Dazzle Perception DC 18 Reflex/Fortitude Dazzle (Staged) Containment Foam Ranged DC 21 Reflex Snare (Staged) Energy Vent Touch DC 19 Fortitude Stun (Staged) Flamethrowers Ranged DC 25 Toughness Damage (Electricity/Fire/Water) Fusion Autocannons Ranged DC 30 Toughness (Autofire) Damage (Physical) Missile Batteries Ranged DC 25 Toughness Damage (Missiles) Dazzle Perception DC 11 Reflex/Fortitude Dazzle (Staged) Totals: Abilities (12) + Combat (11) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (20) + Feats (8) + Powers (119) - Drawbacks (7) = 163/169 Power Points Totals: Normal Identity: Device 1 (5) + Device 1 (5) = 10/10 Device Points Bellios Armor: Device 28 (140) = 140/140 Device Points
  10. Bombshell Natalya Browning Character Playlist ABBA: Voulez Vous Nancy Sinatra: These Boots Are Made for Walking Willam: Thick Thighs Lady Gaga: The Edge of Glory Jennifer Lopez: On the Floor Brittney Spears: Work B**tch Ru Paul: Sissy that Walk Archetype and Design Bombshell was entirely designed as the Catwoman to Scarab's Batman during the 1960s. Originally written as a villain NPC for the site, and then re-worked through an arc to once again take on a more heroic bent. Like Catwoman, Bombshell is an antihero who will take on a heroic role when its clearly called for but spends most of her time as a foil for the less morally grey superheroes. Her persona and inspiration comes from the 1940s femme fatale as it syncs nicely with her first time as a super hero. Her origins are a golden age spy during the war and is drawn from real life spies. Britain's SOE was one of the first to take female civilians and train them for deep cover spy work in Axis territory. SOE would later go on to become MI6 and that's the real life inspiration for Tayla's super hero story. Current Role and Hooks At the moment, Talya is without antagonist or team so I'm hoping to nudge her gently along in that direction as it develops. If a character operated somewhere between 1939 and 1972, they could have known Bombshell in any number of her masks. During the 40's she was part of the Allies of Freedom fighting in the European front of the war, although her work was more soldier than spy. During the 50s, she went over to Russia to take part in Cold War spy-antics although left when things grew too murky even for her. Her final arc pre-jail was as a solo villain during the swinging 60s. After that, if a character has done a stint in super-jail between 1972 and 2009, they might know Bombshell as a frail little old lady. History Bombshell started out a hero. Born in England to an upper-class family, when the war arrived, Talya was recruited from civilian life to serve in the SOE, as a spy and thief - and occasionally, an assassin. Mental training helped her shield her thoughts and presence from the Nazis and it was a skill that Talya honed to a lethal edge. The four agents she was deployed with were even lucky enough to break into a cache of one of the mystical artifacts that was one of the secret weapons. In the ensuing explosion, all four Brits were gifted with eternal life and minor protections. For Talya, that enhanced her natural aptitudes for stealth and shielding into mystically enhanced physiology. Gifts that she was quick to turn into weapons for the Allies during the war, coming onto the scene as the shadow known as Bombshell. She spent the war years in Europe, often in deep cover but also teaming up with other Allies of Freedom to help turn the tide. For her efforts in the war, Talya was recognized by the British crown although her medals rarely make an appearance these days but for the occasional funeral. Once the war was at an end, Talya remained with the newly forming MI6 and her talents were turned towards the potential threat that Russia posed for the Western world. This, however, was a much murkier world and Talya lost her taste for the spy game as it became much less clear what good and evil war. She carried on for a while with the skills and talents that she'd honed before abandoning her country's cause when the price became too high. Jaded and disillusioned with Queen and Country, Talya was rootless for a while as she vanished as only the very best spies can. Abandoning war-torn Europe, Talya gave into her thrill-seeking ways, becoming a world class thief. As England was still rebuilding, she left European shores for the prosperous US. Still slightly bitter at how her country had been decimated while America thrived, she had no moral qualms with helping herself to that bounty. She only stole artifacts that were not native to the Americas. Never anything as gauche as money. She favored ancient jewelry but any British artifact would do. She clashed with Freedom League greatly during the '60s, enjoying a special game of cat and mouse with the Scarab as her abilities helped her remain elusive to his senses. Although she went up against a variety of heroes and occasionally, other villains, she delighted in being a thorn in Scarab's side and their constant battle had distinctly romantic overtones to many of their allies. Talya found the Scarab's determination to redeem her charming although she remained committed to her course - perhaps to spite him. When the immortal agents that had been Talya's teammates for her very first mission, Talya was quick to catch up for old times sake. Unfortunately, they had grown far darker than Bombshell was ever willing to go. She was a thief but never a murderer. Innocent life was one that she was not willing to cross and never had been. In fact, Talya worked with the Freedom League to turn on her old friends in exchange for a minimum sentence. Twenty-five years instead of the life terms the others got. She didn't intend to stay in prison but when Scarab died a few months after her sentence began, she changed her mind. No one knew she was unaging. She'd kept that secret carefully. Talya was good at keeping secrets. Instead, she spent her time and used her disguise skills to look more fragile with the years. The plan was to let Natalya Browning die and start fresh. That plan, however, was thrown into disarray when a new superhero showed up, claiming the Scarab name and legacy. Talya was incensed. Abandoning her plans for a quiet retirement of her persona for something new, Talya resumed her Bombshell identity to teach this upstart a lesson. To her surprise, the new Scarab was, in fact, the old Scarab's reincarnation - with all the memories of the man she'd known although a new face and personality. For a while, she picked up her old game of aggravating Scarab, but eventually Talya found that the villains of the era weren't any sort that she wanted to throw her lot in with. No style. No panache. Too much murder. After another heel-face turn, Bombshell was back on the side of good. Ish. When the chips are down, Talya's always on the side of 'lets not blow up the world'. Burning buildings. Rescuing cats from trees. Sure. She still has a bit of a weakness for taking things from rich people who fail to appreciate them, but everyone has their personality quirks. Costume and Appearance Out of costume, Natalya Browning is a stunning woman and she generally dresses to accentuate it. As retro-40s is chic once more, Talya generally favors the aesthetic when she's out and about as herself. Of course, the woman is a master of disguise so if she wants instead to be out looking non descript, that's possible too. When utilizing her most well developed alter-ego, she blends into the crowd as a rather nondescript brunette. If she's herself, though, Talya is usually all curves and long legs with her blonde hair styled over one eye a la Jessica Rabbit. By and large, Talya is always playing a role that she's set out for herself and it is only the rare and trusted individual that gets to see anything less than what Talya wants them to see. As Bombshell, her costume has always been drawn from what her comic book counterparts have worn during the time. Its a 4th wall gag that she updates her look and occasionally bemoans that its what the current look is. Her most recent costume is an homage to the current Catwoman catsuit, goggles and straps. During earlier eras, it has changed many, many times to reflect the changing styles of the various eras. Her most well known costume involved a miniskirt and gogo boots during the 1960s. Powers Bombshell, at her core, is a highly trained spy and thief. Thanks to the mystical artifact during her earliest job in Nazi Germany, she was embed with mystical energy that prevents her aging and heals her body from any trauma it receives. Which is not to say that the injuries don't hurt along the way. There are many good reasons that Bombshell has been very happy to let Ace take on the role of impossible to kill immortal. She values her secrets. The same mystical energy infuses her body with the ability to enhance her natural abilities to hide. She relies on fighting batons to even the playing field when it comes to dealing out the damage but Bombshell has always worked best as a strike and run combatant. She has near a centuries' worth of skills and is only adding to that every year. Personal Life Talya lives alone and she prefers it that way. She has a small house in the suburbs that she's owned since the 1950s and none of her neighbors are aware of who Talya really is. She prefers it that way. Although she is a consummate flirt, Talya rarely takes anything back home. Elena has seen the inside of her house and Ace has as well. Even with them, however, she prefers things to remain on rooftops or the places they choose to frequent. Some habits die hard and Talya's life is always carefully compartmentalized. Bleed over makes her uncomfortable so she prevents it from occurring most of the time. Any living family she has is distant enough that she doesn't do much more than cursorily keep track of their well being. Allies, Associates and Enemies AlliesAce Danger: Ace is one of the very few souls left alive that she worked with during the war and the two share a special bond that only time and similar circumstances can result in. She doesn't always agree with Ace, but she understands him as few can.Scarab: Talya has been Scarab's lover in two different life times. As Elena continues to age, Talya will have to face another goodbye and the uncertainty if Scarab's next incarnation will share the entity's current fondness for her. Jack of All Blades: Talya has a special fondness for the West End native. After all, its not everyone she'll call to come help her get out of jail. Its been a few years, but she'd still show up if the swordsman had any need for her help.AssociatesAllies of Freedom: There aren't many left alive but the other veterans of World War II that fought can still count on Bombshell to answer a phone call. She shows up without fail at their funerals when they do happen. She is understandably closer to those who fought in Europe during the war but the super hero community was a lot smaller during the 1940s.EnemiesEveryone Else? Talya's made a lot of enemies over the years. There are the three NPC ex-spies that she's helped put in jail that are still in prison. But beyond them there's any number of other people who she's gotten on the bad side of over the years.
  11. Nighthawk Robin Dianne Chevalier Character Playlist Trapt: Headstrong Maroon 5: One More Night OneRepublic: Counting Stars Jason DeRulo: Don't Wanna Go Home Beyonce: Run the World LMFAO: Party Rock Anthem Archetype and Design Nighthawk was an homage originally to the Batman of the Silver Age. The original thought behind her creation was what if Bruce Wayne had been poor and female when his parents died. What would that have looked like. In development, she's taken on more of a Power Man or Captain America as her Ultiman heritage pushes her beyond human normal. Still, strip everything down to the core of the character and its a young woman who really just doesn't want to see people lose the ones they love. Her current costume is based on what she can easily keep at hand but her adult costume draws from Psylocke and Nightwing in many ways. Current Role and Hooks Nighthawk sees herself as the protector of the innocents that live in the Fens, a task that she'd thrown herself into with singleminded devotion. She avoids the actual super villains, figuring she's out of their league but any sort of normal scum on the streets she pursues with enough grim determination to have labeled herself a vigilante. Recently, Claremont's headmistress has offered her a spot in the academy to hone her skills (and to keep herself from getting killed before she turns eighteen). While confident on the streets of the Fens, Robin is very much a fish out of water at the Academy as for the last six years her schooling has been spotty and for the last three years, she's been a homeless truant. Hooks to pull Nighthawk in are plentiful. Any sort of criminal activity that looks like it might hurt some innocent bystander and she'll throw herself into the thick of it. She's a student at Claremont with all of those associated requirements on her time but she still abandons the cushy academy to wander the Fens looking for trouble. She IS a known super hero, of the vigilante stripe, that works exclusively in the Fens which she is intimately familiar with. Robin doesn't just confine her hero-ing to punching things. She has some real guilt for the roof over her head and the access to food that she tends to try and cart off anything she gets that isn't pure need to bring it back 'home'. History Robin's family and home were happy until she was ten. They were poor, working class folk in the Fens but whatever financial limitations her parents had, it didn't touch Robin's life in any meaningful way. She was a beloved only child. Her parents scrimped and saved to make sure she could go to her gymnastics classes even though that was a definite luxury. Robin was a middling student, bright but unmotivated, but she was driven and dedicated to her after school activities. Her coach was beginning to talk about seriously looking at training for an athlete's life. She was happy. Her parents were killed, robbed, on a rare evening out when she was ten. The days that followed remain something of a blur. Her father's relatives were in Haiti, her mother's family was non-existent and with no one to take her in, Robin was left to the care of the system. She was bounced in and out of foster homes - none of them the stuff of horror stories but all of them overworked and ill prepared to deal with a grief stricken child with no outlet for her pain, or rage at the unfairness of having all she'd known whisked away. Robin started down a path that takes too many of the Fens kids, hanging out with a bad crowd and missing school. She was truant often and began the sort of petty antics that can lead down a much darker road. Although, whether Robin would have embraced that life was questionable. Truancy and graffiti is one thing, after all, but true villainy is an entirely different matter. Regardless, her late nights unsupervised left her by pure happenstance at the mouth of an alley as another crime was in progress in the Fens. The experience was a blur and remains a jumble of images and emotions to this day but at the end of the scuffle, she was standing, blood dripping off her knuckles. There was no thanks from the rather terrified young woman she'd helped but Robin didn't need thanks. She'd found an outlet, and a cause. Robin had finally found something to live for. She threw herself into the new life she'd chosen with a reckless fervor, creating a moniker and, in time, a reputation. Abandoning the latest foster home, Robin took to the streets, scavenging to survive by day and by night pursuing her quest to clean up the Fens, one petty crime at a time. Costume and Appearance Robin wears faded and frayed clothing that are without exception hand-me-downs or salvaged from the trash. Almost all of her clothing is a little oversized and she tops it off with a leather jacket that's also a size or two too large. She only has one pair of shoes, old and frayed sneakers that have been patched with duct tape more than once. She's a striking young woman under the old clothing. Her skin is a smooth brown and her eyes are a surprising shade of grey. Her dark hair is naturally a mop of tight black curls but she tries to trade favors for hair styling to have them put up in micro braids when she can to keep the unruly and easily snarled curls in a more manageable sort style for her life. Out of her clothes, Robin has the sort of near-zero-muscle fat that comes from hard conditioning and limited diet. Her build is compact, muscular - as much gymnast as dancer but she is honestly, a little too lean. Also, under her clothes, there are scars that criss cross her body. Robin has been shot a few times, and been stabbed or slashed more often than that and the marks of that remain on her skin as faint white reminders of her various brushes with death. At the moment, Nighthawk has no costume but for a shirt with a bird logo that she wears and a dark t-shirt with holes poked out for eyes tied around her head. Powers Robin began Claremont thinking that she had no powers because she has always associated her speed and strength with training and hard work. She's never tried to lift a car off of someone, or tried to punch a brick wall as hard as she could. It wasn't until her experiences at Claremont put lie to her understanding of her limitations. Additionally, part of Robin's supernatural abilities has been consumed with keeping her alive and in decent enough shape while living a very hard life. With access to food and rest, as she began to actually be able to tap into the peak of her capabilities. Robin's not sure what to think of it although she assumes its some minor mutation as she's no paragon. Robin's powers are all innate. Unknown to her, the limits of her body are simply higher than humans because she's only half human. (See Secret Origin Below). In a fight, Robin tends to take the tactics of first in, last out. She's a scrappy fighter that does best in close quarters and she knows it. As she grows at Claremont, she'll expand her bag of tricks but when it comes down to a fight, due to both personality and power, Robin will be on the front line. Personal Life Robin's personal life is next to non-existent. She's spent the last three years letting what few, slim ties she had as Robin vanish into nothing and cultivated instead Nighthawk's network of contacts and the occasional ally willing to let her rest up for a night in a spare room or on a couch. Robin's used to doing for herself and letting no one in and that has stunted her interpersonal skills a bit. Oh, she's perfectly capable of carrying on a superficial conversation but letting someone actually into her emotional space isn't something she even knows how to do. She may never actually be good at it. The sad thing is, Robin actually does want that human connection. At least a part of her does. But she's also afraid of loss and the hurt that comes along with it. Robin has a lot of barriers to break down to ever find something like 'emotionally functional' again. While she's not suicidal, part of her has accepted her own death as an inevitable conclusion to the life she's chosen. Homeless Robin has been homeless for almost three years and its not easy. It's left her both guilty about the sudden influx of things like 'food', 'shelter' and clean water but also its hard to adjust. Robin struggles to understand where her classmates are coming from. She doesn't begrudge them their advantages but things like casual waste do ruffle her feathers. Her bed at Claremont is too soft and her room is too quiet. Half the time she feels like a wild thing, trying to adjust to a very nice cage. Robin stays at Claremont because she understands the benefits and she appreciates everything she's been given but it's still hard. When people aren't looking, she takes extra from the cafeteria and some nights, if she can't get comfortable under her bed, she sneaks out to try and find a spot on the roof to nap because honestly, it's much more what she's used to now. Secret Origins Robin's powers are not a minor mutation but rather a genetic legacy from her mother who hails from Hyperborea. It was not a simple robber that killed Robin's parents but rather an attack by snake people on an Ultiman exile and Robin's father merely happened to have been their collateral damage. Robin has no knowledge of her heritage, nor any thing from her mother that would betray that ancestry although more questions may get raised if she ever develops the more esoteric powers of her diluted birthright. One can see Robin's Ultiman ancestry in her ruthless devotion to excellence, a trait she gained from her mother but much of the more tell-tale signs have been blunted by both her lack of training and her human half. Allies, Associates and Enemies AlliesAssociatesClaremont: Although Nighthawk is still stumbling through making any real friendships at Claremont, it really doesn't take much to earn her loyalty. Those she meets at Claremont, as little as she might have in common, she shares a certain kinship. Nighthawk is willing to jump in front of a bullet for total strangers, she wouldn't hesitate to do the same for her first tentative friends in a long time. EnemiesMisc. Gangs: The Fens have many and varied criminals and Robin has made it a personal goal to track down every single one and kick their teeth in. There are any number of criminals in the Fens that would like to see Nighthawk shot full of many rounds of bullets and put out of their hair for good. One of these days they might actually manage to organize enough to try it.
  12. Player Name: Avorez Character Name: Black Jaguar Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack /+2 Damage, +2 Defense / -2Toughness Unspent Power Points: 150 Progress To Bronze Status: 3/30 In Brief: Crime Scene Investigator moonlighting as a crime-fighter Residence: Tomas lives in Southern Freedom, in the Lincoln neighborhood. Base of Operations: Tomas primarily operates in Southern Freedom, but he operates throughout the city. Catchphrase: “Time to pounce!†Alternate Identity: Tomas “Tom†Nunez Identity: Secret Birthplace: Fresno, California Occupation: Crime Scene Investigator Affiliations: Freedom City Police Department Family: Felipe Nunez (father; dead) Rogena Nunez (mother; alive) Hector Nunez (older brother; alive) Jorge Nunez (older brother; alive) Alicia Nunez (younger sister; alive) Cinthia Nunez (younger sister; dead) Description: Age: 29 (DoB: June 6th, 1985) Apparent Age: N/A Gender: Male Ethnicity: Hispanic. Height: 5’9 Weight: 170 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Tomas looks like a rather average man, his body being athletic, but being of a below-average height. He is a Mexican-American, and he has the features to reflect that, his skin being a light shade of brown, his eyes being a rather dark and muddy color of brown, and his hair being black. During his nightly patrols, Tomas wears a black spandex suit that he typically wears underneath his day clothes during the cooler months, usually eschewing it during the summer months. The black suit conceals the entirety of his face and his body, and utilizes a cat motif reflecting his name as the “Black Jaguarâ€. Power Descriptions: Tomas’ powers manifest themselves as a heightened degree of muscle control, as well as enhanced olfactory, auditory, and visual senses. Due to his exposure to the altered manaka root compound, Tomas also has enhanced speed and strength capabilities that allow for a greater degree of mobility during combat. History: Tomas was born and raised in Fresno during the 80s and 90s, his mother and father both being poor Mexican immigrants from Jalisco. The family was one cohesive unit during that time, but Fresno was a brewing cauldron of violence as he grew and matured. The Fresno Bulldogs and the other Hispanic gangs of the area were still waging wars against each other during the 80s and 90s that was tearing at the very fabric of the Hispanic community in Fresno. Brother fought against brother, and blood was shed. Members of La Eme and the Bulldogs bled and died in the streets of Fresno, and anyone associated with either group was a target. When Tomas was 13, his father and younger sister were claimed in a drive-by shooting, the unintended victims of gang violence. Afterwards, Tomas absorbed himself in his physical activities such as gymnastics and boxing, as well as his school work. His eldest brother Hector joined the Marine Corps the year following their father’s death, sending a portion of his wages back to his family to sustain them. As time passed, and Tomas grew, the family became even closer knit than before, his brother Jorge eventually moved on to Freedom City, becoming a cop patrolling the streets. Tomas eventually moved out from his house, attending college at USC on a full-ride scholarship, graduating with a degree in Biology. He then moved on to Freedom City alongside his brother, picking up a few odd jobs here and there before becoming a part of the CSI squad with the FCPD. Of course, this would be an average tale of some athletic boy losing his father and sister to gang violence on the streets of Fresno. Of course, that was until the incident at Astro Labs. At the time, Astro Labs was working on a compound similar to the serum that bestowed the Patriot with his powers, albeit with a degree of variation from the norm. Tomas was exposed to the serum through a lab accident that granted him his powers. Since then, Tomas has taken up the mantle of the Black Jaguar, fighting street crime in all its forms, with the occasional foray into battling masked villains. Personality & Motivation: Tomas fights crime for a variety of reasons, he has seen what gang violence and what an endless cycle of revenge and murder can perpetuate, as well as a high degree of exposure to the drug culture that is permeated by the gang culture. Tomas also fights for the memory of his father and sister, bearing in mind that they lost their lives to street crime, and he never will again. Personality wise, Tomas is a decent and upstanding individual despite his harsh and uncouth demeanor while patrolling the streets of Freedom City at night. He is almost like any other person on the street, he enjoys ice cream, walks in the park and the occasional movie. During the day time, Tomas is a somewhat talkative man that keeps his nose stuck in a book when he isn’t working on a crime. At night, Tomas keeps himself quiet while he stalks his prey like the jaguar that he has named himself after, occasionally roughing thugs up to extract information from them. Tomas sees the criminals that he fights against as a symptom of the larger disease affecting cities like Freedom across the globe, but he has decided that someone needs to fight the symptoms while men such as Langston Albright and the Beaumont clan. He views the masked villains that traipse around the city as little more than jumped up, and often supped-up, gang members like those that claimed his sister and father so many years ago. To him, they are little better than those whom they use, and he will beat them the just the same. Powers & Tactics: Given the abilities that he has been granted by the altered manaka compound, Tomas utilizes his fighting training to good use on the streets. He uses his boxing knowledge to give himself an edge against the fighters of the streets who lack the finesse and discipline that had been instilled in Tomas since a young age when he began boxing all those years ago. He uses his enhanced sensory and movement capabilities to grant himself a tactical advantage in comparison to those he fights. His increased strength allows him to utilize many objects as improvised weapons, while at the same time using his newfound strength to shatter bones and walls. Such is the life of a spandex-wearing vigilante. Complications: Secret: Identity Honor thy Family: Tomas will go out of his way to protect his brother and his family, no matter the cost. To him, family is everything, and any threat to them will be eliminated with extreme prejudice. No matter the cost. No Collateral Damage: At the same time, Tomas does not condone violence against the innocent. He will protect civilian life as much as he can, tending to take the longer route if it avoids civilian death, he himself having known the loss of a loved one. Abilities: 14 + 14 + 12 + 4 + 6 + 4 = 54 pp Strength: 24 (+7) Dexterity: 24 (+7) Constitution: 22 (+6) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 pp Attack: +6 (+10 Melee) Defense: +10 (+6 Base, +1 Dodge Focus, +3 Shield, +3 flat-footed) Initiative: +15 Grapple: +17 Knockback: -5/-3 Saves: 1 + 3 + 5 = 9 pp Toughness: +7 (+7 Con) Fortitude: +8 (+7 Con, +1) Reflex: +10 (+7 Dex, +3) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 95 r = 23 pp Acrobatics 8 (+15, SM) Bluff 8 (+10) Climb 9 (+15, SM) Diplomacy 8 (+10) Escape Artist 8 (+15, SM) Intimidate 13 (+15, SM) Investigate 13 (+15, SM) Languages 1 (Spanish, Native: English) Notice 12 (+15, SM) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Stealth 8 (+15, SM) Feats: 23 pp Accurate Attack Acrobatic Bluff All-Out Attack Attack Focus: Melee 4 Challenge 2 (Accelerated Climb, Fast Acrobatic Bluff) Dodge Focus Defensive Roll 2 Evasion Elusive Target Improved Initiative 2 Move-By Action Power Attack Skill Mastery 2 (Acrobatics, Bluff, Climb, Investigate, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth) Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (olfactory) Powers: 8 + 1 + 3 + 5= 17PP Device 2 (10PP Container; Feats: Hard to Lose) [8PP] Power Claws (4PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [5DP] Base Power: Strike 3 (Feats: Mighty) [4PP/4PP] Alternate Power: Super-Movement 2 (Feats: Wall-Crawling, Slow Fall) [4PP/4PP] Shield 3 [3DP] Super Strength 1 (Heavy Load: 1400 lbs.) [2DP] Leaping 1 (x2 distance [using Skill Mastery Acrobatics: running long jump 52', standing long jump 26', high jump 13']) [1PP] Speed 3 (50 MPH, 500 ft. per round) [3PP] Super-Senses 5 (Enhanced Sensory Glands; Feats: Danger Sense, Darkvision, Scent, Ultra-Hearing) [5 PP]
  13. horngeek

    Pinnacle

    Player Name: horngeek Character Name: Pinnacle Power Level: 10 Trade-Offs: +2 ATT/-2 DMG, +2 DEF/-2 TOU In Brief: Pinnacle of human ability... who uses his talents for crime. Alternate Identity: Nathan O'Cahan Identity: Secret Birthplace: Adelaide, Australia Occupation: Supervillain Affiliations: Pinnacle is head of his own small gang, consisting of non-powered induviduals. However, he has no problems with working with others. Family: None Known Description: Age: 50 (DOB: 21st January 1963) Apparent Age: Early 30s Gender: Male Ethnicity: Irish-Australian Height: 2m Weight: 80kg Eyes: Blue Hair: Red Pinnacle is a tall, heavily-built man, who generally wears a mask covering his face, with only eyeholes through which his piercing blue eyes gaze, a black bodysuit, and a metal gauntlet on his right arm with a holographic keyboard built-in. Beneath the costume, he has red hair, freckles and fair skin, Power Descriptions: For the most part, Pinnacle's powers don't have a distinctive 'look' to them. The man's simply near the very peak of human achievement- he's as smart as a man can be without outright superpowers, certainly, and he's close to that level in all other aspects. A fair amount of skill at martial arts (not supernatural martial arts, although he's been idly toying with the idea), and most notably, he's skilled at coming up with new inventions or appropriating those of others. That said, he suspects he is superhuman- he's barely aged for the past twenty years, after all. That said, the true nature of his abilities is a mystery even to him. History: (Please remember we are a relatively family friendly site. Your story should be PG-13 at most. If your character wouldn't fit in an episode of Justice League Unlimited, The Dresden Files, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, please rethink it.) Personality & Motivation: Pinnacle's an egocentric who, for the most part, can back up his boasting. He's arrogant, but in a quiet way instead of boasting- he's of the opinion that as one of the smartest men in the world, he should have more power than he does, but he conceals that under an air of civilty and calm. He's not a nice man by any means, but he works under his own code of honor- he treats any prisoners he might take with as much respect as security allows, he honors his promises. He's been in a bit of a slump in the past two decades, though- he honestly enjoyed matching wits with the superhero Arsenal and with Michael Fields, and now the former's retired (at least, he assumes so, since she doesn't have a memorial), he doesn't have much of a challenge anymore. Powers & Tactics: (In-character descriptions of how they do what they do) Abilities: 8 + 8 + 8 + 14 + 6 + 4 = 48 PP Strength 18 (+4) Dexterity 18 (+4) Constitution 18 (+4) Intelligence 24 (+7) Wisdom 16 (+3) Charisma 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 16 = 28 PP Attack: +6 (+12 Strike, +12 Eyes and Ears) Defense: +12 (+8 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed Initiative: +4 Grapple: +10 Knockback: -4 Saving Throws: 4 + 4 + 5 = 13 PP Toughness: +8 (+4 CON, +4 Protection) Fortitude: +8 (+4 CON, +4) Reflex: +8 (+4 DEX, +4) Will: +8 (+3 WIS, +5) Skills: 80r = 20 PP Acrobatics 11 (+15) Computers 8 (+15) Craft (electronic) 8 (+15) Diplomacy 7 (+9) Gather Information 6 (+8) Investigate 6 (+13) Knowledge (physical sciences) 8 (+15) Knowledge (technology) 8 (+15) Language (English [base], French, Latin, Irish, Mandarin) Notice 7 (+10) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Feats: 24 PP All-Out Attack Beginner’s Luck Dodge Focus 4 Equipment 3 Luck 2 Improvised Tools Inventor Jack-of-All-Trades Minion 5 Power Attack Uncanny Dodge (visual) Wealth 2 Well-Informed Powers: 12 + 15 = 27 PP Morphic Costume, 15 PP Device (Hard to Lose) [12 PP] Strike 4 (Power Feat: Accurate 3, Mighty, Improved Critical 1, Penetrating 3) [11 PP] Protection 4 [4 PP] Power Gauntlet, 20 PP Device (Easy to Lose, Feats: Accurate 3) [15 PP] Damage 8 (Extras: Area Shapeable, Feats: Alternate Power 5) [21 PP] Alternate Power: ESP (visual and audio) 5 (5 miles) [15 PP] Alternate Power: Trip 8 (Extras: Area Shapeable) [16 PP] Alternate Power: Illusion (visual) 8 [16 PP] Alternate Power: Datalink 5 (5 miles; Feats: Machine Control) [6 PP] + Concealment (all senses) 10 (Flaws: Limited to Technology) [10 PP] Alternate Power: Nullify All Tech Powers 8 [16PP] Immunity 1 (Aging) [1PP] Abilities (48) + Combat (28) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (20) + Feats (24) + Powers (29) - Disadvantages (0) = 162 PP Notes for GM: Pinnacle may well change any of the powers built-into his Power Gauntlet between adventures- the above is a fairly good guideline for his 'general' setup, with the most common change being that he can and will change the Nullify to suit foes he knows he will be going up against. In addition, he will make frequent use of his Inventor feat if he has time to prepare for a fight. Backstory is to come, I just don't want to rist losing what (little) I have right now. Core Human Pinnacle build is by trollthumper.
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