Your characters
Your characters
Go ahead and post your characters here. Like I've said in other threads, make sure to keep all questions in the questions and suggestions thread, otherwise known as the OOC/Rants and Raves thread. You guys will be keeping track of everything about your character, the fortune points, the damage records, and other important information. You will not have a traditional coin and inventory system like other game systems, so make sure you have everything organized in a neat fashion, doesn't have to be structured in any particular way, unless... you guys want a template to go off of. In that case, I could go out of my way to find something like tooley's
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tooleychris
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Re: Your characters
HISTORY:
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Re: Your characters
S.C.A.M.P. (Simulated Canine Autonomous Mental Probe)
Origin: Robot
Primary Traits
Melee: 20
Coordination: 40
Brawn: 30
Fortitude: 30
Intellect: 20
Awareness: 40
Willpower: 50
Secondary Traits
Damage: 120/120
Fortune: 385
Lifestyle: 6
Repute: 10
Powers
Telepathy: 10
Mind Control: 6
Superspeed: 10 (Run 8 sectors/turn)
Super Leap: 20 (Leap 5 sectors/turn)
Supersense (Smell): 40
Origin
S.C.A.M.P. was developed by the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) as the next generation in the wars against terrorism and illegal narcotics. It was built not only to smell bombs and drugs with incredible skill but also to read minds. S.C.A.M.P. knows if you’re carrying drugs. Or if you’re thinking about carrying drugs. Or if you’d like to do drugs. Or if you ever did drugs. S.C.A.M.P.’s (removable, expandable) memory units are admissible as evidence in forty-seven states.
Shortly after initial deployment in the field, the robotic dog achieved sentience. As a side effect of its psychic ability—or as DHS put it, “due to a spontaneous psi-associated undocumented feature outside original design specifications”—S.C.A.M.P. can also control minds. It is prone to using this power to make humans bring it treats. No one knows why DHS programmed a robotic dog to eat treats.
Because DHS did not plan on a robotic dog needing to speak, S.C.A.M.P.’s dog mouth is incapable of forming most human words. Thus, despite S.C.A.M.P.’s exceptional intelligence, its spoken vocabulary is extremely limited. Its primary means of communication is telepathic.
Description
S.C.A.M.P. resembles a large chocolate Labrador Retriever. Its Plastimetal™ structure is wrapped in a TuffSkin™ coat covered with FauxFurr.™
When DHS developed S.C.A.M.P., the agency was in the midst of a campaign to improve public relations. It designed the robotic dog to look lifelike and friendly, and planned to introduce it with the slogan, “National Security’s Best Friend.”
Contacts
Maurice Feldon: One of North America's Polytechnic Institute's most notable recent graduates. His thesis won the National Inventor's Prize in mechanical engineering while still only in his early 20's. Maurice turned down a number of lucrative research jobs to work on a top-secret project, which many speculated must have had something to do with his much-loved field of robotics. Despite his devotion to his research, Maurice liked to get out of the lab when he could, spending time with his adopted pet dog named Scamp. Among his many hobbies he included a bit of amateur sleuthing, and he especially liked to dig into science- and technology-based villainy.
Now at the age of 70, he has finished his federally funded robotics research, culminating in the S.C.A.M.P. project, a name in honor of his faithful companion in his early years in this world.
Origin: Robot
Primary Traits
Melee: 20
Coordination: 40
Brawn: 30
Fortitude: 30
Intellect: 20
Awareness: 40
Willpower: 50
Secondary Traits
Damage: 120/120
Fortune: 385
Lifestyle: 6
Repute: 10
Powers
Telepathy: 10
Mind Control: 6
Superspeed: 10 (Run 8 sectors/turn)
Super Leap: 20 (Leap 5 sectors/turn)
Supersense (Smell): 40
Origin
S.C.A.M.P. was developed by the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) as the next generation in the wars against terrorism and illegal narcotics. It was built not only to smell bombs and drugs with incredible skill but also to read minds. S.C.A.M.P. knows if you’re carrying drugs. Or if you’re thinking about carrying drugs. Or if you’d like to do drugs. Or if you ever did drugs. S.C.A.M.P.’s (removable, expandable) memory units are admissible as evidence in forty-seven states.
Shortly after initial deployment in the field, the robotic dog achieved sentience. As a side effect of its psychic ability—or as DHS put it, “due to a spontaneous psi-associated undocumented feature outside original design specifications”—S.C.A.M.P. can also control minds. It is prone to using this power to make humans bring it treats. No one knows why DHS programmed a robotic dog to eat treats.
Because DHS did not plan on a robotic dog needing to speak, S.C.A.M.P.’s dog mouth is incapable of forming most human words. Thus, despite S.C.A.M.P.’s exceptional intelligence, its spoken vocabulary is extremely limited. Its primary means of communication is telepathic.
Description
S.C.A.M.P. resembles a large chocolate Labrador Retriever. Its Plastimetal™ structure is wrapped in a TuffSkin™ coat covered with FauxFurr.™
When DHS developed S.C.A.M.P., the agency was in the midst of a campaign to improve public relations. It designed the robotic dog to look lifelike and friendly, and planned to introduce it with the slogan, “National Security’s Best Friend.”
Contacts
Maurice Feldon: One of North America's Polytechnic Institute's most notable recent graduates. His thesis won the National Inventor's Prize in mechanical engineering while still only in his early 20's. Maurice turned down a number of lucrative research jobs to work on a top-secret project, which many speculated must have had something to do with his much-loved field of robotics. Despite his devotion to his research, Maurice liked to get out of the lab when he could, spending time with his adopted pet dog named Scamp. Among his many hobbies he included a bit of amateur sleuthing, and he especially liked to dig into science- and technology-based villainy.
Now at the age of 70, he has finished his federally funded robotics research, culminating in the S.C.A.M.P. project, a name in honor of his faithful companion in his early years in this world.
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Re: Your characters
Professor Perryton
The Professor is not a hero or adventurer. He’s a run-of-the-mill academic engaged in on-site research of occult and paranormal phenomenon. It’s not his fault that sometimes his research activities involve saving the world. Because really, where would his research be published if the world ended?
During the long years of his career, he has picked up a number of unusual skills and trinkets, such as a charmed pair of eyeglasses that never smudge or fog over.
The Professor is not a hero or adventurer. He’s a run-of-the-mill academic engaged in on-site research of occult and paranormal phenomenon. It’s not his fault that sometimes his research activities involve saving the world. Because really, where would his research be published if the world ended?
During the long years of his career, he has picked up a number of unusual skills and trinkets, such as a charmed pair of eyeglasses that never smudge or fog over.
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Re: Your characters: Flicker
The scion of an arms manufacturing company, the family lost control of the company while Steve Sanderson was in Afghanistan. Steve came back wanting to help people instead of hurt them. He enrolled in engineering, and as an engineering student, Sanderson got involved with a project to build a truly advanced individual rescue unit. It shrinks, so the operator can get into small spaces; it's strong and durable. It can teleport back (assuming that a target disc has been laid down). It's red for the sign of the Red Cross and black because that's what color the pieces were. (Eventually, in production, they'd be white. This is a prototype.)
Background: Sanderson's family had controlling interest in Rook Industries, an arms company. For generations, they had been exempt from military service, but Steve Sanderson was a late baby and his father wanted him to see something of the world before he took over. So Steve enlisted and became a bomb technician in Afghanistan.
When he came back, he enrolled in school: he wanted to help people. After all, that had been half of their mission in Afghanistan. With team-mates from college, they built the IRES: tHe Individual Rescue and Evacuation Suit. As the most physically fit of them, Steve learned and wore the suit.
But before they could move out of the prototype stage, two things happened. First, because of some work by his new (and now ex) stepmother, Steve's family lost control of the company. Oh, his father and he have a large voting bloc--45%--but not a majority.
Second, most of his engineering team was killed in a series of "accidents." Sanderson suspects the new controllers of the company, but can't prove it. What he has left is the rescue suit and the money that comes oef being a part owner. He trusts only Professor Cortez, who was an unofficial consultant on the project, and Lt. Gallishaw, who was his commanding officer over in Afghanistan.
Steve is sure those two events are connected.
Steve is something of a magnet for bad luck (or so it seems to him). The prototype suit looks scary and even though the gun only fire teleportation target discs, everyone assumes it's a weapon.
Background: Sanderson's family had controlling interest in Rook Industries, an arms company. For generations, they had been exempt from military service, but Steve Sanderson was a late baby and his father wanted him to see something of the world before he took over. So Steve enlisted and became a bomb technician in Afghanistan.
When he came back, he enrolled in school: he wanted to help people. After all, that had been half of their mission in Afghanistan. With team-mates from college, they built the IRES: tHe Individual Rescue and Evacuation Suit. As the most physically fit of them, Steve learned and wore the suit.
But before they could move out of the prototype stage, two things happened. First, because of some work by his new (and now ex) stepmother, Steve's family lost control of the company. Oh, his father and he have a large voting bloc--45%--but not a majority.
Second, most of his engineering team was killed in a series of "accidents." Sanderson suspects the new controllers of the company, but can't prove it. What he has left is the rescue suit and the money that comes oef being a part owner. He trusts only Professor Cortez, who was an unofficial consultant on the project, and Lt. Gallishaw, who was his commanding officer over in Afghanistan.
Steve is sure those two events are connected.
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John McMullen
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Flicker
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Re: Your characters
Aether
Real Name: Maximillian Arikas
Origin: Mutant
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 20
Brawn: 50
Fortitude: 16
Intellect: 50
Awareness: 1
Willpower: 30
Secondary Traits
Damage: 126
Fortune: 81
Lifestyle: 90
Repute: 20
Skills:
Wrestling
Alcohol tasting [knows what brand/type of alcohol by tasting it.. rich boy skill]
Contact:
Joseph Arikas - father, owner of Arikas Shipping [multi-billion dollar company with ownership stakes in
almost every European country, Asia, and multiple businesses in the US including oil, newspapers, and media]
Powers
Elemental/Energy Generation [Air]: 30
Elemental/Energy Control [Air]: 30
[can use air to attack - melee attack rank: 60, ranged attack rank: 30, damage: 30 - create force fields, lift objects up to 1 ton etc.]
Regeneration: 30
Telekinesis: 40
Astoundingly Wealthy
Teleportation: 40 [lift up to 10 tons]
Background: Aether or known as Maximillian Arikas is the heir to Arikas
Shipping, a worldwide conglomerate of air, sea, and freight transportation
and shipping. His father's family moved from Greece to NYC at the beginning
of the war to evade the Nazis and continued as well as grew the family business
to a multi billion dollar company. Max grew up pampered and he was sent to the
best boarding schools in Europe until he was accepted to Harvard.
During the summers he was in high school, he worked in the corporate offices
in Manhattan, a giant skyscraper on 5th Avenue.
He would enjoy many evenings watching the sun set from the roof top.
During the summer after high school, prior to college, was his eighteenth birthday.
He has plans to go out for dinner with his parents and then off to party with his friends.
He decided to go roof top for a few minutes before dinner.
As he was soaking in the warm summer dusk and warm breezes, he heard an explosion
down below and the fire alarm was going off.
He leaned over the edge and saw a helicopter firing on an office down below.
He realized it was his father's office.
The helicopter was about to fire again when he screamed, "NOOOOOO !"
Something inside of him snapped and felt the warm air around him listening to him,
buffeting the helicopter. The helicopter veered off for a few moments.
He ran down the stairs, barely able to ignore the bleating of the fire alarm.
Smoke was everywhere. While he couldn't see, he seemingly didn't have an issue
breathing.
"DAD !" he yelled out.
He heard coughing from under a topped filing cabinet.
"Here..." he heard a weak voice.
Max ran over and saw his dad almost crushed by a broken and twisted filing cabinet.
Blood was everywhere.
"You're gonna be fine, dad," Max said.
He knew his father was in bad shape and needed to help him.
He pushed on the filing cabinet and it wouldn't budge.
He pushed again and tapped into that deep place he felt earlier.
He pushed again and the cabinet began to wobble and somehow move.
"C'mon Dad," Max said as the older man half dragged and half pulled himself out.
As the elder Arikas' broken leg and foot were clear, Ari lost his grip and the filing cabinet
fell down and through the floor below.
They both looked at each other and a moment later, more gun fire rang out.
Ari ran over to his dad as bullets went flying everywhere.
Ari cradled his dad and bullets tore through the carpet, what was left of his father's desk,
and his father's eyes went wide when the bullets bounced away from them.
There was a whoosing sound as a missile was launched from the helicopter.
"oh no !" Max's dad whispered as he saw the end coming.
Max turned around and saw their doom.
The world turned upside down...
As the smoke cleared, Max and his father were in the lobby of the building, 30 stories below.
Max smiled and then passed out.
Max woke up in a white room, which he did not recognize.
His father was nearby and he gave his son a sad smile.
"Hello Max, thank you," he said.
"I have to share a family secret with you," he began to share as he held Max's hand.
Max noticed that his dad was standing and seemingly unhurt.
"While we are Jews, we are also Greek. We have the blood of gods in our veins.
Truly," he sighed, the weight of the secret rolling off of him. "In every generation and it has
been known to skip one or two, one of the males exhibits abilities. Such as," he said as he
took a scalpel from a nearby stand and cut his left hand.
Max sat up quickly as he watched the blood pool and then slow as the gash in his father's
hand began to slowly mend itself. "Though when my body is overtaxed, it takes longer, such
as what happened three days ago." He shared.
"You, my son, are the strongest Arikas that has been seen in a millenia," he says with a proud
smile. "You formed a shield of some sort to block the bullets, you moved the filing cabinet with your
mind or some sort of super strength, and you teleported us 30 stories to the lobby before you passed out.
Most impressive."
Max was amazed. The blood of the gods in him. Super powers. "Awesome" he exhaled and then fell back to sleep.
Over the next few months, he deferred admission to Harvard to study his own abilities. He did extensive
research in to greek mythology. He discovered that he had the ability, like his father, to heal rapidly. Like the
Greek God of Air, Aelous, he could control the winds. He could move things by changing the wind currents or
generating waves of air. He could harden the air to shield himself as he did when the helicopter fired on him and
his father. He could displace air and teleport from place to place. To honor his Greek heritage, he decided on
Aether as his "hero" name.
Description: Max is a good looking guy. 5'9" and 165 lbs. He is lean and wears expensive clothing.
Shoulder length black hair and bright blue eyes. He has no facial hair and wears no jewelery. He has not
picked a superhero costume as of yet.
Real Name: Maximillian Arikas
Origin: Mutant
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 20
Brawn: 50
Fortitude: 16
Intellect: 50
Awareness: 1
Willpower: 30
Secondary Traits
Damage: 126
Fortune: 81
Lifestyle: 90
Repute: 20
Skills:
Wrestling
Alcohol tasting [knows what brand/type of alcohol by tasting it.. rich boy skill
]Contact:
Joseph Arikas - father, owner of Arikas Shipping [multi-billion dollar company with ownership stakes in
almost every European country, Asia, and multiple businesses in the US including oil, newspapers, and media]
Powers
Elemental/Energy Generation [Air]: 30
Elemental/Energy Control [Air]: 30
[can use air to attack - melee attack rank: 60, ranged attack rank: 30, damage: 30 - create force fields, lift objects up to 1 ton etc.]
Regeneration: 30
Telekinesis: 40
Astoundingly Wealthy
Teleportation: 40 [lift up to 10 tons]
Background: Aether or known as Maximillian Arikas is the heir to Arikas
Shipping, a worldwide conglomerate of air, sea, and freight transportation
and shipping. His father's family moved from Greece to NYC at the beginning
of the war to evade the Nazis and continued as well as grew the family business
to a multi billion dollar company. Max grew up pampered and he was sent to the
best boarding schools in Europe until he was accepted to Harvard.
During the summers he was in high school, he worked in the corporate offices
in Manhattan, a giant skyscraper on 5th Avenue.
He would enjoy many evenings watching the sun set from the roof top.
During the summer after high school, prior to college, was his eighteenth birthday.
He has plans to go out for dinner with his parents and then off to party with his friends.
He decided to go roof top for a few minutes before dinner.
As he was soaking in the warm summer dusk and warm breezes, he heard an explosion
down below and the fire alarm was going off.
He leaned over the edge and saw a helicopter firing on an office down below.
He realized it was his father's office.
The helicopter was about to fire again when he screamed, "NOOOOOO !"
Something inside of him snapped and felt the warm air around him listening to him,
buffeting the helicopter. The helicopter veered off for a few moments.
He ran down the stairs, barely able to ignore the bleating of the fire alarm.
Smoke was everywhere. While he couldn't see, he seemingly didn't have an issue
breathing.
"DAD !" he yelled out.
He heard coughing from under a topped filing cabinet.
"Here..." he heard a weak voice.
Max ran over and saw his dad almost crushed by a broken and twisted filing cabinet.
Blood was everywhere.
"You're gonna be fine, dad," Max said.
He knew his father was in bad shape and needed to help him.
He pushed on the filing cabinet and it wouldn't budge.
He pushed again and tapped into that deep place he felt earlier.
He pushed again and the cabinet began to wobble and somehow move.
"C'mon Dad," Max said as the older man half dragged and half pulled himself out.
As the elder Arikas' broken leg and foot were clear, Ari lost his grip and the filing cabinet
fell down and through the floor below.
They both looked at each other and a moment later, more gun fire rang out.
Ari ran over to his dad as bullets went flying everywhere.
Ari cradled his dad and bullets tore through the carpet, what was left of his father's desk,
and his father's eyes went wide when the bullets bounced away from them.
There was a whoosing sound as a missile was launched from the helicopter.
"oh no !" Max's dad whispered as he saw the end coming.
Max turned around and saw their doom.
The world turned upside down...
As the smoke cleared, Max and his father were in the lobby of the building, 30 stories below.
Max smiled and then passed out.
Max woke up in a white room, which he did not recognize.
His father was nearby and he gave his son a sad smile.
"Hello Max, thank you," he said.
"I have to share a family secret with you," he began to share as he held Max's hand.
Max noticed that his dad was standing and seemingly unhurt.
"While we are Jews, we are also Greek. We have the blood of gods in our veins.
Truly," he sighed, the weight of the secret rolling off of him. "In every generation and it has
been known to skip one or two, one of the males exhibits abilities. Such as," he said as he
took a scalpel from a nearby stand and cut his left hand.
Max sat up quickly as he watched the blood pool and then slow as the gash in his father's
hand began to slowly mend itself. "Though when my body is overtaxed, it takes longer, such
as what happened three days ago." He shared.
"You, my son, are the strongest Arikas that has been seen in a millenia," he says with a proud
smile. "You formed a shield of some sort to block the bullets, you moved the filing cabinet with your
mind or some sort of super strength, and you teleported us 30 stories to the lobby before you passed out.
Most impressive."
Max was amazed. The blood of the gods in him. Super powers. "Awesome" he exhaled and then fell back to sleep.
Over the next few months, he deferred admission to Harvard to study his own abilities. He did extensive
research in to greek mythology. He discovered that he had the ability, like his father, to heal rapidly. Like the
Greek God of Air, Aelous, he could control the winds. He could move things by changing the wind currents or
generating waves of air. He could harden the air to shield himself as he did when the helicopter fired on him and
his father. He could displace air and teleport from place to place. To honor his Greek heritage, he decided on
Aether as his "hero" name.
Description: Max is a good looking guy. 5'9" and 165 lbs. He is lean and wears expensive clothing.
Shoulder length black hair and bright blue eyes. He has no facial hair and wears no jewelery. He has not
picked a superhero costume as of yet.
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MonkeyWrench
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Re: Your characters
I made this while at work over the course of several days when time allowed using the 4C guide, if anything seems out of place or needs to be change let me know and I can see what needs to get changed.
Name: Doesn't Remember
Alias Name: The Raven
Type: Changed Human
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 40
Brawn: 30
Fortitude: 40
Intellect: 10
Awareness: 50
Willpower: 40
Secondary Traits
Damage: 150
Fortune: 100
Lifestyle: 10
Repute: 6
Skills:
Remain Unseen
Observation
Powers
Extra Body Parts(Black "ravens" Wings): 10
Mind Control: 30
-A target of Mind Control must be
within visual range of the character
and must possess a Willpower Rank
Value less than the Rank Value of
this power or the character’s
Willpower, whichever is greater.
-roll d% on the Master Table using the
Rank Value of this power or the
character’s Willpower +10, whichever is
greater. If the result is black the
mind control attempt fails. If the
result is red or greater the target is
controlled until the character releases
the targeted character or the target
is ordered to do something out of the
ordinary (such as injure a companion)
at which point the target rolls d% on
the Master Table using the Rank Value
of the target character’s Willpower.
A result of red or greater is needed
to break free of the mind control.
Teleportation: 40
-The character may teleport a number
of sectors equal to the Rank Value of
this power in a single turn.
Teleporting requires the player to
roll d% on the Master Table using the
Rank Value of this power. A result of
black means the character arrives
dazed at the destination sector and
must spend the next turn recovering
(the character may take no actions
that turn). If the character is
unfamiliar with – or cannot see – the
destination sector and teleports into
a solid object – which can include
the ground – the player must roll d%
on the Master Table using the Rank
Value of the character’s Fortitude.
A result of black immediately bounces
the character back to the starting
sector where the character is dazed
and must spend 1-10 turns recovering
Flight(From Wings): 10
FORTUNE POINT CURRENCY: 50
Background:
Woke up in darkness, the floor was cold and the air was stale. After stumbling around and finding an object on the wall his hand slipped and it moved, it seemed that it was a light switch and the entire room was illuminated, he scanned the room and saw what looked like giant containers and tubes, shattered and bodies littered the ground, those that looked like normal people and those that looked like mutations. He stumbled through the hallways, the air was stale and stank of death, until he found a room that was probably a restroom, after finding the light switch he took a look in the mirror and what he saw shocked him. He saw a tallish, slender but solidly built, man. Gray eyes and black hair that extended halfway to his shoulders, but what shocked him the most were the big black wings that protruded from his back, he began to extend and retract them, getting a feel for them, flapping them slowly and causing himself to lift off the ground momentarily.
After scrounging the different rooms for some clothes he was able to find some pants and a shirt, he was able to find a long and think trench coat that hid his wings and, after finding the exit, stumbled outside into the night. He spent several days in the woods, eating what vegetation he could find and trying to piece together what had happened, he couldn't remember anything, nothing of what happened came to him except shattered memories that hurt whenever he drudged them up, he could not remember his name or anything about himself. He eventually came across a street, possibly in a park of some kind, he wasn't sure how he knew the names to these places, and saw several black birds in the trees, as he sat against a a tree, staring that these birds, a child came up with her mother, she had a sandwich in her hand and upon seeing him she began to walk over, her mother urged her to stop but she kept going.
"what some sandwich Mister?"
He looked at the young girl and accepted half of her sandwich, he took a bite and loved it, he began to devour the sandwich until it was gone. He looked at the girl again and with hoarse words that he did not know he knew he said "Thank you"
The little girl gave him a bright smile that tugged at his own face and made him want to smile, she looked up to the trees, "Looking at the ravens?"
The man looked at the birds again, "ravens?", "Yeah, the black birds. They're ravens" she replied, she then looked down at him, "What's your name? I'm Heather!", He looked at her for a moment before replying, "I don't know, The Raven sounds good though."
Description: Tall, Slender but solidly built, broad shoulders. Black hair that extends halfway down towards his shoulders. He has Grey eyes.
Name: Doesn't Remember
Alias Name: The Raven
Type: Changed Human
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 40
Brawn: 30
Fortitude: 40
Intellect: 10
Awareness: 50
Willpower: 40
Secondary Traits
Damage: 150
Fortune: 100
Lifestyle: 10
Repute: 6
Skills:
Remain Unseen
Observation
Powers
Extra Body Parts(Black "ravens" Wings): 10
Mind Control: 30
-A target of Mind Control must be
within visual range of the character
and must possess a Willpower Rank
Value less than the Rank Value of
this power or the character’s
Willpower, whichever is greater.
-roll d% on the Master Table using the
Rank Value of this power or the
character’s Willpower +10, whichever is
greater. If the result is black the
mind control attempt fails. If the
result is red or greater the target is
controlled until the character releases
the targeted character or the target
is ordered to do something out of the
ordinary (such as injure a companion)
at which point the target rolls d% on
the Master Table using the Rank Value
of the target character’s Willpower.
A result of red or greater is needed
to break free of the mind control.
Teleportation: 40
-The character may teleport a number
of sectors equal to the Rank Value of
this power in a single turn.
Teleporting requires the player to
roll d% on the Master Table using the
Rank Value of this power. A result of
black means the character arrives
dazed at the destination sector and
must spend the next turn recovering
(the character may take no actions
that turn). If the character is
unfamiliar with – or cannot see – the
destination sector and teleports into
a solid object – which can include
the ground – the player must roll d%
on the Master Table using the Rank
Value of the character’s Fortitude.
A result of black immediately bounces
the character back to the starting
sector where the character is dazed
and must spend 1-10 turns recovering
Flight(From Wings): 10
FORTUNE POINT CURRENCY: 50
Background:
Woke up in darkness, the floor was cold and the air was stale. After stumbling around and finding an object on the wall his hand slipped and it moved, it seemed that it was a light switch and the entire room was illuminated, he scanned the room and saw what looked like giant containers and tubes, shattered and bodies littered the ground, those that looked like normal people and those that looked like mutations. He stumbled through the hallways, the air was stale and stank of death, until he found a room that was probably a restroom, after finding the light switch he took a look in the mirror and what he saw shocked him. He saw a tallish, slender but solidly built, man. Gray eyes and black hair that extended halfway to his shoulders, but what shocked him the most were the big black wings that protruded from his back, he began to extend and retract them, getting a feel for them, flapping them slowly and causing himself to lift off the ground momentarily.
After scrounging the different rooms for some clothes he was able to find some pants and a shirt, he was able to find a long and think trench coat that hid his wings and, after finding the exit, stumbled outside into the night. He spent several days in the woods, eating what vegetation he could find and trying to piece together what had happened, he couldn't remember anything, nothing of what happened came to him except shattered memories that hurt whenever he drudged them up, he could not remember his name or anything about himself. He eventually came across a street, possibly in a park of some kind, he wasn't sure how he knew the names to these places, and saw several black birds in the trees, as he sat against a a tree, staring that these birds, a child came up with her mother, she had a sandwich in her hand and upon seeing him she began to walk over, her mother urged her to stop but she kept going.
"what some sandwich Mister?"
He looked at the young girl and accepted half of her sandwich, he took a bite and loved it, he began to devour the sandwich until it was gone. He looked at the girl again and with hoarse words that he did not know he knew he said "Thank you"
The little girl gave him a bright smile that tugged at his own face and made him want to smile, she looked up to the trees, "Looking at the ravens?"
The man looked at the birds again, "ravens?", "Yeah, the black birds. They're ravens" she replied, she then looked down at him, "What's your name? I'm Heather!", He looked at her for a moment before replying, "I don't know, The Raven sounds good though."
Description: Tall, Slender but solidly built, broad shoulders. Black hair that extends halfway down towards his shoulders. He has Grey eyes.
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Life is a roller coaster, if you don't stop to enjoy it then you may as well not even ride.
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Re: Your characters
Still in the works but here is what I have so far.
Name: Blake Hayes
Alias Name: Hot Streak
Type: Mutant
Age: 30
Primary Traits:
Melee: 40 Low superhuman
Coordination: 20 Exceptional human
Brawn: 10 Above-average human
Fortitude: 30 Maximum human limit
Intellect: 40 Low superhuman
Awareness: 6 Average human
Willpower: 6 Average human
Secondary Traits:
Damage: 100
Fortune: 52
Lifestyle: 55
Repute: 0
Skills:
Arson
Powers:
Contaminant Resistance: 6
Superspeed: 40
Fire Control: 20
Description: About 6' tall with dark brown hair cut short, lean build, hazel eyes, and a goatee beard.
Backstory: I was a hero, on a team of supers. We had a good running history, but on the day of our big win, they day we caught one of the worst villains, my team was just going to give him to the justice system. I knew that would be too light a sentencing on a vile being such as this. I expressed this open to the team, they thought my views of justice and exacting it was too harsh, too extreme. So I went to the villain and was about to exact my justice upon him, the others did not like that, and tried to stop me, they attacked me and worst yet they BETRAYED ME! This betrayal sparked a great hatred in me for supers and the pathetic people I once tried to protect. They managed to subdue me, and I was being sent off to a prison for criminals with powers, unbeknownst to my old team there was some sort of an accident when I was being transported. Something hit the boat I was being transported in, something big wrecked a good portion of the ship. Most of the crew and a good number of the other transportees were killed. I survived, somehow, and started to plot and plan. I needed to change things I needed to wipe the current justice system out and form my own, I needed to put a stop to the supers and aid the weak humans in their self destructive ways. I also needed to exact revenge on those who betrayed me I have to get back at them for what they have done. I need to show them all my ways of justice are right, they are WRONG! I have located one of my old teammates he now calls himself RAVEN.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B23wL3 ... sp=sharing
Name: Blake Hayes
Alias Name: Hot Streak
Type: Mutant
Age: 30
Primary Traits:
Melee: 40 Low superhuman
Coordination: 20 Exceptional human
Brawn: 10 Above-average human
Fortitude: 30 Maximum human limit
Intellect: 40 Low superhuman
Awareness: 6 Average human
Willpower: 6 Average human
Secondary Traits:
Damage: 100
Fortune: 52
Lifestyle: 55
Repute: 0
Skills:
Arson
Powers:
Contaminant Resistance: 6
Superspeed: 40
Fire Control: 20
Description: About 6' tall with dark brown hair cut short, lean build, hazel eyes, and a goatee beard.
Backstory: I was a hero, on a team of supers. We had a good running history, but on the day of our big win, they day we caught one of the worst villains, my team was just going to give him to the justice system. I knew that would be too light a sentencing on a vile being such as this. I expressed this open to the team, they thought my views of justice and exacting it was too harsh, too extreme. So I went to the villain and was about to exact my justice upon him, the others did not like that, and tried to stop me, they attacked me and worst yet they BETRAYED ME! This betrayal sparked a great hatred in me for supers and the pathetic people I once tried to protect. They managed to subdue me, and I was being sent off to a prison for criminals with powers, unbeknownst to my old team there was some sort of an accident when I was being transported. Something hit the boat I was being transported in, something big wrecked a good portion of the ship. Most of the crew and a good number of the other transportees were killed. I survived, somehow, and started to plot and plan. I needed to change things I needed to wipe the current justice system out and form my own, I needed to put a stop to the supers and aid the weak humans in their self destructive ways. I also needed to exact revenge on those who betrayed me I have to get back at them for what they have done. I need to show them all my ways of justice are right, they are WRONG! I have located one of my old teammates he now calls himself RAVEN.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B23wL3 ... sp=sharing
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“All men did have darkness. Some wore it in the form of horns. Some bore it invisibly as rot in their souls.”
― Paul S. Kemp, Shadowbred
"If good people won’t do the hard things, evil people will always win, because evil people will do anything."
― Paul S. Kemp, Twilight Falling
DM - GreyWolf's Mystara Adventures - AD&D 2e
― Paul S. Kemp, Shadowbred
"If good people won’t do the hard things, evil people will always win, because evil people will do anything."
― Paul S. Kemp, Twilight Falling
Re: Your characters
Steve Sanderson [Flicker]:
Background:
The scion of an arms manufacturing company, the family lost control of the company while Steve Sanderson was in Afghanistan. Steve came back wanting to help people instead of hurt them. He enrolled in engineering, and as an engineering student, Sanderson got involved with a project to build a truly advanced individual rescue unit. It shrinks, so the operator can get into small spaces; it's strong and durable. It can teleport back (assuming that a target disc has been laid down). It's red for the sign of the Red Cross and black because that's what color the pieces were. (Eventually, in production, they'd be white. This is a prototype.)
Background: Sanderson's family had controlling interest in Rook Industries, an arms company. For generations, they had been exempt from military service, but Steve Sanderson was a late baby and his father wanted him to see something of the world before he took over. So Steve enlisted and became a bomb technician in Afghanistan.
When he came back, he enrolled in school: he wanted to help people. After all, that had been half of their mission in Afghanistan. With team-mates from college, they built the IRES: tHe Individual Rescue and Evacuation Suit. As the most physically fit of them, Steve learned and wore the suit.
But before they could move out of the prototype stage, two things happened. First, because of some work by his new (and now ex) stepmother, Steve's family lost control of the company. Oh, his father and he have a large voting bloc--45%--but not a majority.
Second, most of his engineering team was killed in a series of "accidents." Sanderson suspects the new controllers of the company, but can't prove it. What he has left is the rescue suit and the money that comes oef being a part owner. He trusts only Professor Cortez, who was an unofficial consultant on the project, and Lt. Gallishaw, who was his commanding officer over in Afghanistan.
Steve is sure those two events are connected.
Add: 150 to Fortune Points for 176 Total. For completing first mission.
Add: 10 Repute Points for a Total of 19. For completing first mission.
Add: 3 Repute Points for a Total of 22. For saving family from burning car [1/18/15].
Add: 10 Repure Points for a total of 32. For getting wounded civies out of a thug infested danger zone.
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Maximillian Arikas [Aether]:
Aether
Real Name: Maximillian Arikas
Origin: Mutant
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 20
Brawn: 50
Fortitude: 16
Intellect: 50
Awareness: 1
Willpower: 30
Secondary Traits
Damage: 126
Fortune: 81 [+ 150 1st mission completion bonus] = 231
Lifestyle: 90
Repute: 20 [+10 1st Mission Completion bonus] = 30
Add: 3 Repute Points for a Total of 33. For saving family from burning car [1/18/15].
Add: 10 Repute Points for a Total of 43. For getting wounded civies out of a thug infested danger zone.
Skills:
Wrestling
Alcohol tasting [knows what brand/type of alcohol by tasting it.. rich boy skill]
Contact:
Joseph Arikas - father, owner of Arikas Shipping [multi-billion dollar company with ownership stakes in
almost every European country, Asia, and multiple businesses in the US including oil, newspapers, and media]
Powers
Elemental/Energy Generation [Air]: 30
Elemental/Energy Control [Air]: 30
[can use air to attack - melee attack rank: 60, ranged attack rank: 30, damage: 30 - create force fields, lift objects up to 1 ton etc.]
Regeneration: 30
Telekinesis: 40
Astoundingly Wealthy
Teleportation: 40 [lift up to 10 tons]
Background: Aether or known as Maximillian Arikas is the heir to Arikas
Shipping, a worldwide conglomerate of air, sea, and freight transportation
and shipping. His father's family moved from Greece to NYC at the beginning
of the war to evade the Nazis and continued as well as grew the family business
to a multi billion dollar company. Max grew up pampered and he was sent to the
best boarding schools in Europe until he was accepted to Harvard.
During the summers he was in high school, he worked in the corporate offices
in Manhattan, a giant skyscraper on 5th Avenue.
He would enjoy many evenings watching the sun set from the roof top.
During the summer after high school, prior to college, was his eighteenth birthday.
He has plans to go out for dinner with his parents and then off to party with his friends.
He decided to go roof top for a few minutes before dinner.
As he was soaking in the warm summer dusk and warm breezes, he heard an explosion
down below and the fire alarm was going off.
He leaned over the edge and saw a helicopter firing on an office down below.
He realized it was his father's office.
The helicopter was about to fire again when he screamed, "NOOOOOO !"
Something inside of him snapped and felt the warm air around him listening to him,
buffeting the helicopter. The helicopter veered off for a few moments.
He ran down the stairs, barely able to ignore the bleating of the fire alarm.
Smoke was everywhere. While he couldn't see, he seemingly didn't have an issue
breathing.
"DAD !" he yelled out.
He heard coughing from under a topped filing cabinet.
"Here..." he heard a weak voice.
Max ran over and saw his dad almost crushed by a broken and twisted filing cabinet.
Blood was everywhere.
"You're gonna be fine, dad," Max said.
He knew his father was in bad shape and needed to help him.
He pushed on the filing cabinet and it wouldn't budge.
He pushed again and tapped into that deep place he felt earlier.
He pushed again and the cabinet began to wobble and somehow move.
"C'mon Dad," Max said as the older man half dragged and half pulled himself out.
As the elder Arikas' broken leg and foot were clear, Ari lost his grip and the filing cabinet
fell down and through the floor below.
They both looked at each other and a moment later, more gun fire rang out.
Ari ran over to his dad as bullets went flying everywhere.
Ari cradled his dad and bullets tore through the carpet, what was left of his father's desk,
and his father's eyes went wide when the bullets bounced away from them.
There was a whoosing sound as a missile was launched from the helicopter.
"oh no !" Max's dad whispered as he saw the end coming.
Max turned around and saw their doom.
The world turned upside down...
As the smoke cleared, Max and his father were in the lobby of the building, 30 stories below.
Max smiled and then passed out.
Max woke up in a white room, which he did not recognize.
His father was nearby and he gave his son a sad smile.
"Hello Max, thank you," he said.
"I have to share a family secret with you," he began to share as he held Max's hand.
Max noticed that his dad was standing and seemingly unhurt.
"While we are Jews, we are also Greek. We have the blood of gods in our veins.
Truly," he sighed, the weight of the secret rolling off of him. "In every generation and it has
been known to skip one or two, one of the males exhibits abilities. Such as," he said as he
took a scalpel from a nearby stand and cut his left hand.
Max sat up quickly as he watched the blood pool and then slow as the gash in his father's
hand began to slowly mend itself. "Though when my body is overtaxed, it takes longer, such
as what happened three days ago." He shared.
"You, my son, are the strongest Arikas that has been seen in a millenia," he says with a proud
smile. "You formed a shield of some sort to block the bullets, you moved the filing cabinet with your
mind or some sort of super strength, and you teleported us 30 stories to the lobby before you passed out.
Most impressive."
Max was amazed. The blood of the gods in him. Super powers. "Awesome" he exhaled and then fell back to sleep.
Over the next few months, he deferred admission to Harvard to study his own abilities. He did extensive
research in to greek mythology. He discovered that he had the ability, like his father, to heal rapidly. Like the
Greek God of Air, Aelous, he could control the winds. He could move things by changing the wind currents or
generating waves of air. He could harden the air to shield himself as he did when the helicopter fired on him and
his father. He could displace air and teleport from place to place. To honor his Greek heritage, he decided on
Aether as his "hero" name.
Description: Max is a good looking guy. 5'9" and 165 lbs. He is lean and wears expensive clothing.
Shoulder length black hair and bright blue eyes. He has no facial hair and wears no jewelery. He has not
picked a superhero costume as of yet.
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The scion of an arms manufacturing company, the family lost control of the company while Steve Sanderson was in Afghanistan. Steve came back wanting to help people instead of hurt them. He enrolled in engineering, and as an engineering student, Sanderson got involved with a project to build a truly advanced individual rescue unit. It shrinks, so the operator can get into small spaces; it's strong and durable. It can teleport back (assuming that a target disc has been laid down). It's red for the sign of the Red Cross and black because that's what color the pieces were. (Eventually, in production, they'd be white. This is a prototype.)
Background: Sanderson's family had controlling interest in Rook Industries, an arms company. For generations, they had been exempt from military service, but Steve Sanderson was a late baby and his father wanted him to see something of the world before he took over. So Steve enlisted and became a bomb technician in Afghanistan.
When he came back, he enrolled in school: he wanted to help people. After all, that had been half of their mission in Afghanistan. With team-mates from college, they built the IRES: tHe Individual Rescue and Evacuation Suit. As the most physically fit of them, Steve learned and wore the suit.
But before they could move out of the prototype stage, two things happened. First, because of some work by his new (and now ex) stepmother, Steve's family lost control of the company. Oh, his father and he have a large voting bloc--45%--but not a majority.
Second, most of his engineering team was killed in a series of "accidents." Sanderson suspects the new controllers of the company, but can't prove it. What he has left is the rescue suit and the money that comes oef being a part owner. He trusts only Professor Cortez, who was an unofficial consultant on the project, and Lt. Gallishaw, who was his commanding officer over in Afghanistan.
Steve is sure those two events are connected.
Add: 150 to Fortune Points for 176 Total. For completing first mission.
Add: 10 Repute Points for a Total of 19. For completing first mission.
Add: 3 Repute Points for a Total of 22. For saving family from burning car [1/18/15].
Add: 10 Repure Points for a total of 32. For getting wounded civies out of a thug infested danger zone.
==========================================
Maximillian Arikas [Aether]:
Aether
Real Name: Maximillian Arikas
Origin: Mutant
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 20
Brawn: 50
Fortitude: 16
Intellect: 50
Awareness: 1
Willpower: 30
Secondary Traits
Damage: 126
Fortune: 81 [+ 150 1st mission completion bonus] = 231
Lifestyle: 90
Repute: 20 [+10 1st Mission Completion bonus] = 30
Add: 3 Repute Points for a Total of 33. For saving family from burning car [1/18/15].
Add: 10 Repute Points for a Total of 43. For getting wounded civies out of a thug infested danger zone.
Skills:
Wrestling
Alcohol tasting [knows what brand/type of alcohol by tasting it.. rich boy skill
]Contact:
Joseph Arikas - father, owner of Arikas Shipping [multi-billion dollar company with ownership stakes in
almost every European country, Asia, and multiple businesses in the US including oil, newspapers, and media]
Powers
Elemental/Energy Generation [Air]: 30
Elemental/Energy Control [Air]: 30
[can use air to attack - melee attack rank: 60, ranged attack rank: 30, damage: 30 - create force fields, lift objects up to 1 ton etc.]
Regeneration: 30
Telekinesis: 40
Astoundingly Wealthy
Teleportation: 40 [lift up to 10 tons]
Background: Aether or known as Maximillian Arikas is the heir to Arikas
Shipping, a worldwide conglomerate of air, sea, and freight transportation
and shipping. His father's family moved from Greece to NYC at the beginning
of the war to evade the Nazis and continued as well as grew the family business
to a multi billion dollar company. Max grew up pampered and he was sent to the
best boarding schools in Europe until he was accepted to Harvard.
During the summers he was in high school, he worked in the corporate offices
in Manhattan, a giant skyscraper on 5th Avenue.
He would enjoy many evenings watching the sun set from the roof top.
During the summer after high school, prior to college, was his eighteenth birthday.
He has plans to go out for dinner with his parents and then off to party with his friends.
He decided to go roof top for a few minutes before dinner.
As he was soaking in the warm summer dusk and warm breezes, he heard an explosion
down below and the fire alarm was going off.
He leaned over the edge and saw a helicopter firing on an office down below.
He realized it was his father's office.
The helicopter was about to fire again when he screamed, "NOOOOOO !"
Something inside of him snapped and felt the warm air around him listening to him,
buffeting the helicopter. The helicopter veered off for a few moments.
He ran down the stairs, barely able to ignore the bleating of the fire alarm.
Smoke was everywhere. While he couldn't see, he seemingly didn't have an issue
breathing.
"DAD !" he yelled out.
He heard coughing from under a topped filing cabinet.
"Here..." he heard a weak voice.
Max ran over and saw his dad almost crushed by a broken and twisted filing cabinet.
Blood was everywhere.
"You're gonna be fine, dad," Max said.
He knew his father was in bad shape and needed to help him.
He pushed on the filing cabinet and it wouldn't budge.
He pushed again and tapped into that deep place he felt earlier.
He pushed again and the cabinet began to wobble and somehow move.
"C'mon Dad," Max said as the older man half dragged and half pulled himself out.
As the elder Arikas' broken leg and foot were clear, Ari lost his grip and the filing cabinet
fell down and through the floor below.
They both looked at each other and a moment later, more gun fire rang out.
Ari ran over to his dad as bullets went flying everywhere.
Ari cradled his dad and bullets tore through the carpet, what was left of his father's desk,
and his father's eyes went wide when the bullets bounced away from them.
There was a whoosing sound as a missile was launched from the helicopter.
"oh no !" Max's dad whispered as he saw the end coming.
Max turned around and saw their doom.
The world turned upside down...
As the smoke cleared, Max and his father were in the lobby of the building, 30 stories below.
Max smiled and then passed out.
Max woke up in a white room, which he did not recognize.
His father was nearby and he gave his son a sad smile.
"Hello Max, thank you," he said.
"I have to share a family secret with you," he began to share as he held Max's hand.
Max noticed that his dad was standing and seemingly unhurt.
"While we are Jews, we are also Greek. We have the blood of gods in our veins.
Truly," he sighed, the weight of the secret rolling off of him. "In every generation and it has
been known to skip one or two, one of the males exhibits abilities. Such as," he said as he
took a scalpel from a nearby stand and cut his left hand.
Max sat up quickly as he watched the blood pool and then slow as the gash in his father's
hand began to slowly mend itself. "Though when my body is overtaxed, it takes longer, such
as what happened three days ago." He shared.
"You, my son, are the strongest Arikas that has been seen in a millenia," he says with a proud
smile. "You formed a shield of some sort to block the bullets, you moved the filing cabinet with your
mind or some sort of super strength, and you teleported us 30 stories to the lobby before you passed out.
Most impressive."
Max was amazed. The blood of the gods in him. Super powers. "Awesome" he exhaled and then fell back to sleep.
Over the next few months, he deferred admission to Harvard to study his own abilities. He did extensive
research in to greek mythology. He discovered that he had the ability, like his father, to heal rapidly. Like the
Greek God of Air, Aelous, he could control the winds. He could move things by changing the wind currents or
generating waves of air. He could harden the air to shield himself as he did when the helicopter fired on him and
his father. He could displace air and teleport from place to place. To honor his Greek heritage, he decided on
Aether as his "hero" name.
Description: Max is a good looking guy. 5'9" and 165 lbs. He is lean and wears expensive clothing.
Shoulder length black hair and bright blue eyes. He has no facial hair and wears no jewelery. He has not
picked a superhero costume as of yet.
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Re: Your characters
MY VILLIAN!! 
Name: EX100334502-EFR AKA "Victor"
Alias Name: The Laughing Genocide
Type: Changed Human
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 50
Brawn: 20
Fortitude: 20
Intellect: 30
Awareness: 10
Willpower: 40
Secondary Traits
Damage: 130
Fortune: 80
Lifestyle: 32 = Small corporation
Repute: 25 (75/3)
FORTUNE POINT CURRENCY: 100
Skills: 3
Martial Arts
Acrobatics
Cersei - Acting Head of Research Company
Powers: 3
Chameleon: 20
-The character’s body, as well as worn or carried items, can be changed at will allowing the character to blend into the surroundings. This is similar to Invisibility (see p. 15), except it is easier to detect the character; anyone searching for the character rolls d% and adds the Rank Value of their Awareness trait to the roll and compares it against the character’s d% roll plus the Rank Value of this power. If the character rolls higher than the searcher the character remains hidden.
Fast Attack: 30
-A character with this power can attack a number of times each turn based on the power’s Rank Value: 3 Times
Super Speed: 20
-The character can run at superhuman speeds. The character can move up to a number of sectors per turn based on the Rank Value of this power or the character’s Coordination +10, whichever is greater: 5 Sectors/turn
Description: Short Violet hair with a very messy look to it, as if someone just took a towel and went crazy on his head and left it, He has an attractive, clean shaven, face, and his eyes are a bright yellow, he stands around 5' 7" and has an athletic build, not bulky in muscle but more fit as a runner. He normally has a wide grin on his face and will often listen and speak to voices that no one else hears.
Name: EX100334502-EFR AKA "Victor"
Alias Name: The Laughing Genocide
Type: Changed Human
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 50
Brawn: 20
Fortitude: 20
Intellect: 30
Awareness: 10
Willpower: 40
Secondary Traits
Damage: 130
Fortune: 80
Lifestyle: 32 = Small corporation
Repute: 25 (75/3)
FORTUNE POINT CURRENCY: 100
Skills: 3
Martial Arts
Acrobatics
Cersei - Acting Head of Research Company
Powers: 3
Chameleon: 20
-The character’s body, as well as worn or carried items, can be changed at will allowing the character to blend into the surroundings. This is similar to Invisibility (see p. 15), except it is easier to detect the character; anyone searching for the character rolls d% and adds the Rank Value of their Awareness trait to the roll and compares it against the character’s d% roll plus the Rank Value of this power. If the character rolls higher than the searcher the character remains hidden.
Fast Attack: 30
-A character with this power can attack a number of times each turn based on the power’s Rank Value: 3 Times
Super Speed: 20
-The character can run at superhuman speeds. The character can move up to a number of sectors per turn based on the Rank Value of this power or the character’s Coordination +10, whichever is greater: 5 Sectors/turn
Description: Short Violet hair with a very messy look to it, as if someone just took a towel and went crazy on his head and left it, He has an attractive, clean shaven, face, and his eyes are a bright yellow, he stands around 5' 7" and has an athletic build, not bulky in muscle but more fit as a runner. He normally has a wide grin on his face and will often listen and speak to voices that no one else hears.
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Life is a roller coaster, if you don't stop to enjoy it then you may as well not even ride.
Re: Your characters
Cowboy (villain) ... and The Eye (Cyber Terrorist Organization)
... Let's see if I finally have a handle on this superhero background thing:
McCullough Family and AgriTech
AgriTech Food Conglomerate controls 2.8% ($108 billion) of the $3.8 trillion world agriculture production and generates $27 billion per year in annual profits for its stockholders. The McCullough family controls 30% of AgriTech and receives approximately $8 billion per year in dividends. While a major stock holder, they are not the majority stockholder and exert no direct control over the company or its operations. As a silent partner, AgriTech is managed by others and the McCullough Estate is managed by accountants and family lawyers.
Twenty Years Ago
Louis McCullough hated the mutants and super-humans that had slowly begun to dominate the world, so he joined forces with like minded industrialists to create a generation of perfect human beings ... a force to counterbalance the influence of the supers by any means necessary. It started with a massive eugenics program employing AgriTech patented gene sequencing techniques commonly used to improve cattle populations. William McCullough was one soldier in this army of super men.
A Decade Ago
Young William was born with average human Brawn and Intelligence, and above average Coordination, Fortitude, Awareness and Willpower, but William's talent really began to shine when martial arts training quickly revealed that his innate aptitude for Melee was near human maximums. As thirteen year old William entered the second phase of the eugenics program, he was implanted with a military prototype combat optical central nervous system that placed neural receptors in the brain, converting electrical signals in the brain to light signals that could travel faster to actuators implanted in muscles. William's Brawn and Intelligence were raised to above average, Coordination and Fortitude were raised to exceptional, Awareness and Willpower were raised to near human maximum, and his Melee skill was raised to low superhuman levels. Around this time, the eugenics plot was discovered and law enforcement officials attempted to arrest the members for illegal human experimentation - William's parents were killed in a shootout with the police.
Five Years Ago
William escaped in the confusion and became immersed in the subculture of the streets, eventually stumbling across the cyber culture and 'wetware' (computer augmentations to the human brain). With access to the family revenue stream, William was able to obtain experimental State of the Art Liquid Crystal Matrix cyber enhancements to his brain ... systems which had never been either tested or intended to be combined with the Enhanced Combat Neurological Implants already in his body. The results were dramatic. William's Brawn remained above average, Coordination and Fortitude remained exceptional, Intellect joined Awareness and Willpower at near human maximum, and his Melee skill was raised to true superhuman levels ... but the most amazing transformation of all, William gained the low superhuman ability to control both the body and access the memories of other human beings.
Today
With his new found ability, Cowboy (as he now called himself) has grown to lead a hacker legion known as "The Eye", and has grown in personal wealth and power until he controls the resources of a superpower nation ... a secret nation ... an underground nation ... a nation that lives in the shadows.
... a nation that has awakened and started to flex its muscles.
Fortune points = 340 [90 initial + 150 mission/arc + 100 bonus] (27 Oct 2014)
Origin:
Technologically Enhanced (+20 to Intellect and Lifestyle)
Primary Traits:
Melee: 50 (Interesting....)
Coordination: 20
Brawn: 10
Fortitude: 20
Intellect: 10+20 --> 30
Awareness: 30
Willpower: 30
Secondary Traits:
Damage: 100
Fortune: 90
Lifestyle: 89+20 --> 109 (the equivalent of having the resources of a super power nation, interesting...)
Repute: 10
Powers:
Unique Mind/Body Control
Skills/Contacts/Henchmen:
Hacking
Demolitions
World-wide cyber terrorist organization
McCullough Family and AgriTech
AgriTech Food Conglomerate controls 2.8% ($108 billion) of the $3.8 trillion world agriculture production and generates $27 billion per year in annual profits for its stockholders. The McCullough family controls 30% of AgriTech and receives approximately $8 billion per year in dividends. While a major stock holder, they are not the majority stockholder and exert no direct control over the company or its operations. As a silent partner, AgriTech is managed by others and the McCullough Estate is managed by accountants and family lawyers.
Twenty Years Ago
Louis McCullough hated the mutants and super-humans that had slowly begun to dominate the world, so he joined forces with like minded industrialists to create a generation of perfect human beings ... a force to counterbalance the influence of the supers by any means necessary. It started with a massive eugenics program employing AgriTech patented gene sequencing techniques commonly used to improve cattle populations. William McCullough was one soldier in this army of super men.
A Decade Ago
Young William was born with average human Brawn and Intelligence, and above average Coordination, Fortitude, Awareness and Willpower, but William's talent really began to shine when martial arts training quickly revealed that his innate aptitude for Melee was near human maximums. As thirteen year old William entered the second phase of the eugenics program, he was implanted with a military prototype combat optical central nervous system that placed neural receptors in the brain, converting electrical signals in the brain to light signals that could travel faster to actuators implanted in muscles. William's Brawn and Intelligence were raised to above average, Coordination and Fortitude were raised to exceptional, Awareness and Willpower were raised to near human maximum, and his Melee skill was raised to low superhuman levels. Around this time, the eugenics plot was discovered and law enforcement officials attempted to arrest the members for illegal human experimentation - William's parents were killed in a shootout with the police.
Five Years Ago
William escaped in the confusion and became immersed in the subculture of the streets, eventually stumbling across the cyber culture and 'wetware' (computer augmentations to the human brain). With access to the family revenue stream, William was able to obtain experimental State of the Art Liquid Crystal Matrix cyber enhancements to his brain ... systems which had never been either tested or intended to be combined with the Enhanced Combat Neurological Implants already in his body. The results were dramatic. William's Brawn remained above average, Coordination and Fortitude remained exceptional, Intellect joined Awareness and Willpower at near human maximum, and his Melee skill was raised to true superhuman levels ... but the most amazing transformation of all, William gained the low superhuman ability to control both the body and access the memories of other human beings.
Today
With his new found ability, Cowboy (as he now called himself) has grown to lead a hacker legion known as "The Eye", and has grown in personal wealth and power until he controls the resources of a superpower nation ... a secret nation ... an underground nation ... a nation that lives in the shadows.
... a nation that has awakened and started to flex its muscles.
Fortune points = 340 [90 initial + 150 mission/arc + 100 bonus] (27 Oct 2014)
"welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness" - e.e. cummings
Re: Your characters
Real Name: Farahj Damji
Origin:
Changed Human, +10 to 1 Trait (Willpower)
Primary Traits:
Melee: 1
Coordination: 20
Brawn: 10 (40 while morphed)
Fortitude: 40
Intellect: 20
Awareness: 10
Willpower: 40
Secondary Traits:
Damage: 71
Fortune: 70
Lifestyle: Equivalent of a Small Nation
Repute: 6
Powers:
Elasticity (6)
Physical Metamorphosis (40) (Steel)
Telepathy (6) (Willpower +10)
Skills/Contacts:
Description:
Fahraj is a 28 year old man of middle eastern descent, he stands at 5'8 with dark brown eyes, cropped black hair and a finely trimmed goatee and mustache. His civilian attire usually consists of a black designer suit with a dark blue dress shirt slightly unbuttoned and silver cuff links.
When he is using his powers his body turns into a substance almost identical to damascus steel, (distinctive patterns of banding and mottling reminiscent of flowing water cover his entire body) with his identifiable facial features almost completely disappear leaving only vague semblances.
Backstory:
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Mister-Kent
- Ranger Knight
- Posts: 1941
- Joined: Mon Nov 03, 2014 10:17 pm
Re: Your characters
Name: "Mario Champion", "Michael Crown", "Milo Castor", "Morgan Callahan", "Mustafa Caliph", "Markos Catalano"
Alias Name: Master Challenger
Type: Mutant
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 40
Brawn: 30
Fortitude: 30
Intellect: 06
Awareness: 10
Willpower: 03
Secondary Traits
Damage: 140
Fortune: 19
Lifestyle: 79 = Large nation
Repute: 0
FORTUNE POINT CURRENCY: 18
Skills:
Tracking
Firearms
Driving
Powers:
Detection (Mutants): 6
Supersense (Smell): 3
Description:
Master Challenger is a solidly-muscled man in his mid-to-late thirties. He has closely-cropped black hair and olive-skin, hinting to some Mediterranean or Middle-Eastern ancestry. He is typically shirtless but wears a bulletproof tactical vest, as well as tracksuit pants and combat boots. His arms and hands are tightly wrapped in bandages, and his knuckles are scarred like an ultimate fighter.
Background:
Master Challenger grew up as a child soldier in the employ of a series of unsavory groups. When one cartel or junta would fall, he'd move on to the next, using his mutant tracking abilities to seek out and assassinate his boss's enemies. Then he fell into the hands of ENDGAME. This massive mysterious organization expanded his training and entered him into the underground world of "assassin games", where wealthy individuals can pit killers against unknowing targets--or even other killers--and bet on the outcome. As ENDGAME's longest reigning champion, Master Challenger is taking his massive winnings and turning towards a new venture--the hunting of superheroes.
Alias Name: Master Challenger
Type: Mutant
Primary Traits
Melee: 40
Coordination: 40
Brawn: 30
Fortitude: 30
Intellect: 06
Awareness: 10
Willpower: 03
Secondary Traits
Damage: 140
Fortune: 19
Lifestyle: 79 = Large nation
Repute: 0
FORTUNE POINT CURRENCY: 18
Skills:
Tracking
Firearms
Driving
Powers:
Detection (Mutants): 6
Supersense (Smell): 3
Description:
Master Challenger is a solidly-muscled man in his mid-to-late thirties. He has closely-cropped black hair and olive-skin, hinting to some Mediterranean or Middle-Eastern ancestry. He is typically shirtless but wears a bulletproof tactical vest, as well as tracksuit pants and combat boots. His arms and hands are tightly wrapped in bandages, and his knuckles are scarred like an ultimate fighter.
Background:
Master Challenger grew up as a child soldier in the employ of a series of unsavory groups. When one cartel or junta would fall, he'd move on to the next, using his mutant tracking abilities to seek out and assassinate his boss's enemies. Then he fell into the hands of ENDGAME. This massive mysterious organization expanded his training and entered him into the underground world of "assassin games", where wealthy individuals can pit killers against unknowing targets--or even other killers--and bet on the outcome. As ENDGAME's longest reigning champion, Master Challenger is taking his massive winnings and turning towards a new venture--the hunting of superheroes.