Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
Rex wasn't rich or poor. his father was a modest gardener who made ends meet like his father and so on. Rex followed in that tradition landing jobs for older women or even some men due to his physique. His last job as a gardener was for three women that lived on a palatial estate who he never really met beyond seeing them come and go because he was paid through a third party for the job. It was an easy job doing the standard stuff such as keeping the hedges neat, cleaning up leaves, and the like. Nothing back breaking. By all accounts, the three women who were quite beautiful were normal women that happened to have many suitors. So, when he saw strange lights and heard strange sounds coming from the house he thought that was just how they got their kicks. He wasn't one to judge.
One day while working on the east gardens he started to feel a little woozy and light headed to the point where he passed out after sitting down under a tree. When he came to, he was bound to the floor in the middle of a circle and pentagram made in blood. All around the room, there was candles lit and all the other light had been turned off or covered ensuring only the flickering candles provided the light. The three women who employed him entered from an equally candle lit room and dropped their robes revealing bodies most men would kill to be in the room with unclothed. Before Rex could protest though since it really wasn't his scene, they started circling him, chanting, and spreading incense in the air. Rex never studied foreign languages beyond elementary Spanish, so he had no idea the chant was in an archaic language associated with demons from the middle east and the classical definition of the devil. As they kept it up, he flesh tore and body contorted to the point he nearly passed out from the pain. After a few minutes, the agonizing pain stopped along with the chanting and circling movements of the three women. Daring to look at his body, it was covered in hair and his hands had claws that would make movie monster creators eager to use him as inspiration. Horrified, he struggled to escape only to pass out again due to a burst of incense.
Coming to again, he found himself in a dungeon type room with the three women now clothed looking on him and referring to him as their pet given by their master. In their arrogance, they neglected to ensure the chains bounding him were solid and to close the door as they looked on him. A small voice inside him said to stay and be admired, but a large voice said get out now you eejit. He listened to the bigger voice and escaped by tearing out the chains rushing out as fast as he could. Once far enough away, he found if he tried his human form would return while his heightened senses and other enhancements remained. For years, he was on the run from the three sisters who kept trying to pull him back to them. One day he had enough. Instead of running, he tore through the men sent by the sisters to apprehend him and got them to tell him where the sisters were. Under the cover of night, he attacked them and tore through their security who allowed the sisters to escape. From that day onward, he swore to hunt them down and put a stop to their activities. Also, he set out to learn as much as he could about any connection of the sisters magic to history.
Strength 10(6*) Stamina 6 Agility 4 Dexterity 3 Fighting 10 Intellect 0 Awareness 2 Presence 0
Acrobatics 8(+12), Athletics 6(+16), Inteimidation 12(+12), Perception 8(+10)
Enhanced Strength 4 4pp
Protection 4 4pp
Human Transformation: Morph 1(Human) 5pp
Wolf Senses: Senses 5(Danger Sense, Low Light Vision, Accute and Tracking Olafactory, Ultra Hearing) 5pp
Leaping 2(30 Feet) 2pp
Speed 3(16 mph) 3p
Sharp Claws: Penetrating 5 on Strength 5pp
Regeneration 5 5pp
Multi Attack Strength Based Damage 10 10pp
Animal Empathy, Great Endurance, Power Attack, Evasion, Agile Feint, All Out Attack
Ranged +3, Close +10
Dodge 10, Fortitude 12, Parry 10, Toughness 10, Will 8
Abilities 62 + Skills 17 + Advantages 6 + Powers 47 + Defenses 18 = 150
Motivation(Thrill Seeking): His animal side wants to feel that adrenaline rush.
Motivation(Doing Good): His curse, to him, doesn't have to be one, so he wants to use the powers granted from it for good.
Enemy(Relic Coven): The group of witches who sold their soul's curse him to be their servant and want revenge for him breaking free.
Honor(Pack and Innocents): He has a strong pull to protect innocents and whatever his current adopted pack is.
Power Loss(Regeneration vs Silver): While the Silver is still in a wound, regeneration will not work.
He's that guy you grab a beer with after work and shoot some pool. All of his mannerisms scream blue collar regular joe type of guy who happens to be very muscular. While not born a gemini, the dueling nature of the wolf and good guy in him battle between the thrill of the hunt plus other delights and just wanting to help others.
He is the fairly standard werewolf with the minor twist that he can turn back to a human formish at will. While Silver is not a major issue for him, it does mess up his regeneration abilities.
Last edited by mrdent12; 03-03-2018 at 09:11 PM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
The circus business wasn't a good business. Not that Bobo, one of the circus monkeys, would know. He was having a blast playing small pranks and generally being a monkey. One of the gimmicks of the circus was to let him loose as he messed with the patrons of the Sulivan Brothers traveling circus. It was hard to compete on feats of acrobatics, clowning around, and freaks so part of the gimmick was the animals drew the audience into the acts. The gimmick wasn't working very well. One day, on the outskirts of Freedom City, the circus had stopped to hopefully get some business from the city, but much to the brothers dismay it drew only a handful of curious people interested in a relic of the past. Among those in attendance was a creature named Sun Wukong drawn to the old fashioned style of it all transformed into an average patron with a poorly disguised tail. It was during the clowns riding unicycles bit where Bobo was doing his part and reached down for a toothpick like object on Sun Wukongs ear only to fall immediately due to the deceptive weight of it. Even as a primitive monkey, Bobo knew enough to play it up and do some rolls upon hitting the ground finished with the patented blowing a raspberry.
After the show, Bobo was sulking out of boredom in his cage when Sun Wukong came up to him. It wasn't much of a conversation, but Bobo had no clue who the Monkey King was or a concept of what he agreed to when Sun Wukong offered to take Bobo on a trip that he had to take for amusement. In the blink of an eye, Bobo was outside the cage, a little taller, and felt different. A normal monkey wouldn't do as a proper companion, so Bobo was granted powers and a minor increase in size befitting the traveling jester of the Monkey King. There wasn't much time to get it all down, but Bobo got the gist of his new found abilities. Sun was meeting with some people in robes with sticks that gave off some energy about something or other that didn't interest Bobo in the slightest. True to his purpose, Sun was quite amused when Bobo swiped one of the light sabers and made the poor jedi run around around the room until he finally gave up. Needless to say, the men in robes were rather cross with Bobo. There wasn't much they could do to catch the teleporting Monkey and the various illusions of himself he cast about the room though. All the while, Sun Wukong was having a great laugh.
Returning back to earth at the circus Bobo had been found, he begged the Monkey King to not take away the gifts that were given to him. The prospect of Bobo running around causing harmless mischief amused Sun Wukong. So, on the condition he didn't use the powers for bad and didn't make too much chaos, the Monkey King consented leaving a duplicate of himself as a fly to keep an eye on Bobo. Over the next few weeks, he quickly wore out his welcome in Freedom City by playing harmless pranks on the heroes and citizens alike of the city. One of his favorites was the illusionary banana peel or making a puddle of water seem like cement. A few of the smaller heroes of the city gave him the ultimatum to take his shenanigans somewhere else or be punished. Punishment didn't sound fun, so he went to Bay City where he took up the same pranking as if nothing had changed. Someone did change though. The duplicate of the Monkey King appeared to Bobo and told him to cut back on the jokes as he wasn't immortal and maybe do some good with the powers.
Bobo began his quest to be a hero first at the urging of his benefactor, but it all changed when he saved some street kids from thugs who were going to kidnap them and sell them into servitude or worse. Something inside just clicked. He started pursuing the hero thing in earnest, not that the people of Bay City saw it that way. Sure, he saved people, did some minor bad guy fights, and even took part in a few odd team ups for newer teams that had to take whoever they could get, but in the cities eyes he was still a circus monkey with a light saber doing funny tricks. He gained al little more credibility when he helped take down a street gang the bigger heroes didn't even have on their radar, but that only won him minor respect. The fun was still their, but now he wanted to prove he was a hero too.
Strength 1(3*) Stamina 6 Agility 9 Dexterity 3 Fighting 8 Intellect 0 Awareness 4 Presence 0
*before shrinking -2
Acrobatics 6(+15), Athletics 3(+4), Close Combat Lightsaber 4(+12), Deception 14(+14), Insight 2(+6), Perception 4(+8), Persuasion 5(+5), Stealth 2(+15)
Shrink 4(-1 Str, +4 Stealth, -4 Intimidation, +2 Active Defenses; Extras: Continuous +1/rank, Innate +1/flat; Flaws: Permanent -1/rank) 9pp
Animal Speak: Comprehend 2(Speak to and Understand Animals) 4pp
Cute: Enhanced Advantages 1 (Attractive 1) 1pp
Teleport 2(120 feet; Extras: Change Direction +1/flat, Change Velocity +1/flat, Turnabout +1/flat) 7pp
Illusion 5(All Visual) 10pp
Light Saber: Damage 8 Linked to Weaken Toughness 8 Easily Removable 10pp
Additional Limb(Tail) 1pp
Attractive 1*, Defensive Roll 2, Agile Feint, Setup, Teamwork, Evasion, Power Attack, Taunt, Redirect
Ranged +3, Close +8
Close(Light Saber) +12
Dodge 12, Fortitude 8, Parry 12, Toughness 8, Will 12
Abilities 66 + Skills 20 + Advantages 9 + Powers 42 + Defenses 13 = 150
Motivation(Doing Good): While a trickster and general joker, Bobo wants to prove he is a hero as well by doing the most good he can.
Motivation(Thrill Seeker): He is still a monkey. Endless days off boredom locked in a cage and getting a taste of freedom with his powers makes him want to drink it in.
Reputation(Trickster): He's trying to be a hero, he really is. Shaking the reputation of being a trickster from his days of messing around is not easy though.
Prejudice(He's a monkey): Its tough to take someone seriously when they are a monkey with a light saber. Sometimes that complicates his heroic endeavors.
For most of his life, Bobo was a typical monkey so still has those personality traits to a degree. Being changed by the Monkey King for only a year now, he still is brutally honest, positive, easily frustrated, and impetuous. He's always up for a good laugh and plays little tricks on people just for fun. All of his actions tend to be more whimsical from an observers perspective, but not all are as monkeying around as they seem. He has more awareness of things than he lets on and has only good intentions.
Bobo is the size of Yoda and his costume is jester like, but not as loud as to allow him to be sneaky when needed. For combat and powers, they tend towards whimsical yet can be used in a serious capacity as needed.
Last edited by mrdent12; 09-14-2018 at 11:13 PM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
Growing up in the Fens wasn't easy. Times were different back than though in the 80's and early 90's when gangs, while prevalent were not nearly as vicious. A kid could avoid joining one with enough parental supervision. Luke's parents weren't big on staying home and they couldn't afford a babysitter so with no family or people they could really trust with their kid around they took young Luke to the various bars and hang out spots leaving him with an already colored in coloring book and simple blocks. Patrons would take a kind eye to him from time to time and sneak him a little beer or play dice games with him for the pocket change he found on the street. Luke usually won. Perhaps the few good things about his parents he could say is that they kept him fed, clothed, and a roof such as it was over his head. They also kept him out of the criminal life.
Luke bolted as soon as he barely graduated high school and went on to make his own life doing odd jobs here and there, working at bars, and various other passing gigs to get by as he sought card games to maybe win rent money for the month. It was by no means an easy life, but he always made friends wherever he went. Word of games in back rooms, peoples living rooms, and such also had a habit of making their way to him. While not strictly illegal, calling them sanctioned by the city although patronized by cops from time to time wouldn't be right either. No one minded though. Also around this time, Luke was making a habit of sleeping in a different bed every night with varying female companions. Some from his speed dial and others he just ran into with one thing leading to another. Overall, Luke was happy.
One night at a rowdier game of cards, that Luke wouldn't have joined if he had known some less than reputable people would be there, his life changed. He always had his ups and downs in gambling. Unlike some others, he wasn't an addict, so he knew when to cut his losses and ride his wins. This is the game he met two people who would change his life. First of them was Small Teddy, an ironic name for an enforcer of a now extinct gang that was built like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime. The other was Rosaline, the server and stunning beautiful latin woman. Luke and Teddy had both been making suggestive glances at her model like figure although she only really responded back to Luke. To further infuriate Teddy, he was down almost 50,000 to Luke. On a break from the game, Luke went out to smoke a fag and Teddy followed with some of his friends. As they prepared to break every bone in his body something snapped in Luke that unleashed untaped psionic energies knocking all the thugs out and also causing Luke to nearly pass out as well. Rosaline came out to check on Luke plus other things if it went right and found the scene. Needless to say Luke didn't make it back to the game and things went right.
A decade and a half passed and Luke honed his new found powers mainly for personal gain such as cheating at cards or making people forgive debts they normally wouldn't. Word spread his minor abilities, as far as they knew, so cards became few and far between limited to power dampening games or ones with telepathic blockers. His game of choice shifted to craps or other dice based games. He never got rich off it, but made enough to devote his life to finding games and playing in them as he desired. As time passed he could see the neighborhoods changing and being increasingly under the influence of gangs and criminals. It didn't bother him though because he didn't have anyone to worry about and had no plans of settling down with anyone to spawn a dependent so it wasn't his problem. If the super heroes didn't care, why should he? Compared to them, what could he really do?
Life has a way of changing things though. While at a game in a bar that was really someones garage playing some cards, he saw Rosaline again with a teenage boy in tow helping her clean up as needed. Time wasn't kind to Luke, so while he still had some looks he wasn't looking like a young man anymore. Plus, there was so many people Rosaline was too busy cleaning up. Any other time Luke would have admired Rosaline keeping her body plus having a son, but something about the son struck Luke as familiar. Men in Lukes family always had a birth mark near their temples, that Luke covered with a hat most times, and the teenage boy had the same mark. Asking around the bar a bit, he found out that the boy was named Jose and Rosaline didn't know the father as she had him back when she was with a lot of guys. Given his difunctional life growing up and less than role model status, he didn't want to stroll into the boys life. So, on that night he resolved to make it so the boy wouldn't get sucked into gang culture like so many other children of single women in the area. In addition, he started leaving large tips for Rosaline or influencing others to leave bigger tips for her.
His reformed life wasn't much different from his previous one except this time he took note of gang violence and helped out a little. For the first time in his life, he had a reason to care. His debts also increased because he took a loan from someone who kept meticulous records that couldn't be easily controlled. At times he could trick the guy into thinking he paid the installment, but others he had to pony up the money. Still, he made enough to get by decent enough in the West End in a modest one bed room apartment. The major call to action for him came when the car bombs went off. With the formation of a sponsored team making its rounds, Luke decided to pay back and balance the scales for his life of gambling, drinking, and sleeping around. Maybe also he could indirectly give his son a better life. Calling in a favor he got himself an invite to join the team despite not being renown for his fighting abilities. Another benefit was his debts got handled.
Strength 0 Stamina 2 Agility 2 Dexterity 0 Fighting 4 Intellect 0 Awareness 5 Presence 0
Deception 11(+11), Expertise(Streetwise) +8(+8), Insight 4(+9), Perception 2(+7), Persuasion 11(+11)
Mind Scanning: Mind Reading 5 (Flaws: Limited to Surface Thoughts -1/rank) 5pp
Mind Control Touch: Affliction 8 (Resisted By Will;Dazed, Compeled, Controle;Extras: Cumulative +1/rank, Linked to Weaken Will +0/rank, Accurate 2 +2/flat, Subtle +2/flat), Weaken 8 (vs Will, Will; Accurate 2 +2/flat, Subtle +2/flat) 32pp
AE: Mind Blast: Damage 9 (Extras: Vs Will +1/rank, Ranged +1/rank, Accurate 2 +2/flat, Subtle +2/flat, Insidious +1/flat) 1pp(32pp)
AE:Mass Sleep: Affliction 7 (30 ft radius, Resisted by Will; Dazed, Stunned, Sleep; Extras: Burst Area +1/rank, Selective +1/rank, Cumulative +1/rank, Subtle +2/flat, Reversible +1/flat) 1pp(32pp)
Limited Precognition: Enhanced Defenses 10 (Dodge 5, Parry 5) 10pp
Mental Translation: Comprehend 2(Speak and Understand all languages) 4pp
Attractive 1, Defensive Roll 3, Ranged Attack 3, Equipment 2, Well Informed, Connected, Contacts
Ranged +3, Close +4
Mind Control +8 DC 18 Will save for drain than DC will save for mind control
Mind Blast +7 DC 24 Will Save Damage
Mass Sleep DC 17 Will save area
Dodge 9, Fortitude 6, Parry 9, Toughness 7, Will 10
Abilities 66 + Skills 20 + Advantages 9 + Powers 42 + Defenses 13 = 150
Heavy Pistol, Body Armor Toughness 2
Motivation(Doing Good): He legitimately wants to do good and make something of his life and his gifts after using them for some long for personal gain.
Reputation(Gambler): He isn't a horrible gambler, but he doesn't always win either. So, being viewed as a hero will take a bit of work.
Secret(gambling debts): Thanks to his mind control, his debts have stayed under wraps, but mental powers can't erase ledgers and the person he owes still expects payments or thinking he got paid at least.
Secret(son): Unknown to anyone else, Luke had a son called Jose with a one night stand named Rosaline. His enemies could easily use that against him if they ever found out.
Enemies(Random Gamblers): Some gamblers form various gangs don't like Luke vey much as he tends to win against them.
Luke is a fun guy to be around and doesn't take life too seriously. He doesn't fit the classic hero mold, but also isn't a slob. While he can throw it down, he prefers to try and talk things over first. After all, he is a pacifist at heart. When it comes to resolving things, he prefers the personal touch over the coldness of technology which also contributes to his lack of interest in it.
Luke is a weaker version of a telepath, but can still power stunt if needed. His build is largely targeted at interaction stuff.
Last edited by mrdent12; 06-13-2018 at 07:18 AM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
Michael Smith aka Shades
PL 8 & PL 7
PP 120 & PP 135
Michael never knew his mother, she died in labor. From his single fathers account, she was strong, passionate, and had a zest for life. His father being an army ranger meant Michael lived on military bases all over the world for the first 13 years of his life. When his father was away, various military spouses would watch over him and he bonded with a few of them picking up various local languages. Despite the absences, he idealized his fathers honor and dedication to the country and to him. Whenever possible, Michael would get a post card, email, or something letting him know how much his dad loved him. That isn't to say he didn't act up sometimes, but he wasn't a bad kid by any measure thanks largely to the influence of his dad.
On his 13th birthday, his dad came back from another top secret mission with a gift. He was transferring to training. Starting from that day, his dad would be there for Michael in person instead of letters or the off time. To celebrate, they headed to Michaels favorite swarma place. On the way out of the base though, on that faithful day June 5th in 2015, a truck carrying toxic waste tipped over, soon after the merge started, dousing Michael's dads car and seeping in killing Michaels dad and knocking Michael out. When he came to, he was in a hospital bed strapped down. Every bird tweet, toe tap, rough fiber, shrill voice, and nonvisual sensation assaulted him relentlessly. Struggling, he screamed in agony as part of the cacophony of noise yelled for a doctor. It took several rounds of sedation, but when he came to the assault started again. Eventually, they put him in the psych ward, but he tore through the restraints like they were nothing during another assault on his senses.
One of the top generals got wind of the incidents and was smart enough to put him in a sensory deprivation room. He could still hear and smell everything, but it wasn't driving him crazy. The general entered with a proposition after the monitors showed Michael calming down. It was a simple proposition. Train with the CIA and learn to calm his senses and harness his new abilities for the good of the country. Not knowing of the chaos in the world other than from murmurs from the staff, the general had to fill Michael in on the events. Figuring the best way to honor his father, who he still grieved for, and to break the cycle of noise in the outside world, he agreed.
The CIA had recently given up housing prisoners at a black site in the middle east, so that was Michaels first home to come to grips with his new life as a newly minted teenage soldier. His room was a sensory depravation cell that was given some creature comforts and only locked on the first night due to Michael knowing the lock got triggered even though it was "silent". His daily routine consisted of focusing the cacophony of sounds, smells, and feelings from his hyper senses. It took him a few months, but he got to the point he could sleep anywhere with most level of sensations without going crazy. On top of that, he had a daily exercise routine that finished the first year of his training at the site to master his new physical powers that were still developing. The year also helped him get past the grief of losing his father which he learned from the facility staff psychologist was part of what held him back from focusing the sensory input.
His next level of training took him to various parts of the world over the course of a year to act as a human surveillance van. No one paid attention to the poor blind boy. So, they spoke freely inside houses or offices not knowing that he was listening and conveying the information to his nanny, a seasoned covert ops woman who was assigned the role of his care taker who grew to treasure the role. He also continued his training in fighting. Given his age, they didn't put him in the field yet, but kept impressing on him that one day he would need to fight forces of ill intent who came over via the merge and those who spawned from it. The language skills he picked up didn't hurt the second year of training either. By the end of the year though, he was starting to ask questions as teenagers tend to do that touched on morality and if what he was doing was really good. This was exactly what the military brass didn't want. A human surveillance van was good, but one asking about right or wrong was not desirable.
Physically and power control wise, Michael was on track which meant the next phase of his training was going to target getting those pesky doubts removed and turning him into an easily controlled asset. It was no use keeping the location from Michael, so the CIA let him know they were going to a black training site in Germany underground. One of the old Nazi bunkers. Michael couldn't help but notice though that the doors locked with a key code they thought he couldn't enter because of his blindness. One doesn't need eyes to know where gets tapped though. All of his doubts had been leading to this. Instead of fighting though, he played along until he could escape downplaying his hearing getting stronger. For months, they bombarded him with a rigorous training routine tailored to the use of his specialized walking stick as a weapon. Subtlety they also tried to manipulate him into losing his morals. The memory of his father was to strong in him though. What once was a weakness now helped him focus and stay honorable.
Six months into the underground training, his time came. Thinking it was ok, the CIA agent running the bunker gave a status report to the military top brass that Michael would soon be ready for his first assassination mission and that the psychological manipulations were taking hold. On the other end of the line, Michael overheard the plans for other children gifted like him to be deployed in the field as loyal U.S soldiers with plan code name Omega. That night, Michael got dressed, grabbed his specialized walking stick, and made his escape. Using the contours of the walls, he knew where the keypad was and where to tap based on the heat radiating from the keys. On the outskirts of Berlin, his nanny ran into him by chance as she was heading back to the bunker. She knew he was running, but simply whispered "go" to him. In the morning, all they found in his bed was a note outlining project Omega that said if it was ever enacted or they came for him he would expose it all.
Lost in the world and on his own for the first time ever without someone to take care of him, Michael scraped by leveraging his training and powers. Being blind and looking like it helped, so he started wearing sun glasses and tapping his walking stick on the ground. Exposed to unfiltered information, he learned the full scope of the chaos caused by the merge and started begging near influential office buildings to get even more information. It was outside of one of these buildings that his nanny from his training found him. She knew what he was up to. It was textbook. They went for some coffee under the guise she was checking up on him, something her superiors would like, and she told him of a place he could use his talents without becoming a killer or pawn for the government. It intrigued him. The thought of being in a proper school also was nice where he could be just a kid again.
Strength 4(1) Stamina 6(2) Agility 8(2) Dexterity 0 Fighting 8(2) Intellect 0 Awareness 3 Presence 0
Acrobatics 2(+10), Deception 5(+5), Insight 8*(+11), Investigation 6(+6), Perception 10*(+13), Stealth 5(+13)
Enhanced Advantages 12 (Evasion, Precise Attack 2 [Close, Concealment; Ranged, Concealment], Uncanny Dodge, Ranged Attack 8) 12pp
Enhanced Skills 6 (Insight 8 ranks, Perception 10 ranks) 6pp
Senses 18 (Normal Hearing [Accurate, Analytical, Extended, Penetrates Concealment], Scent [Accurate, Acute, Analytical, Extended, Ranged], Touch [Acute, Analytical, Ranged], Ultra-Hearing) 18pp
Enhanced Abilities 19(Stamina 4, Strength 3, Fighting 6, Agility 6) 38pp
Speed 1(60 ft) 1pp
Leaping 1(15 ft) 1pp
Enhanced Defenses 4(Fortitude 4) 4pp
Evasion*, Power Attack, Precise Attack 2[Ranged, Close Concealment]*, Uncanny Dodge*, Defensive Roll 2, Close Attack 1, Ranged Attack 8*, Ranged Attack 1,Equipment 2(Special Walking Stick), Languages 3(Arabic, German, Japanesse, Mandarin), Takedown
Ranged +9, Close +9
Club Bash +9 DC 22 toughness
Club Throw +9 DC 22 toughness
Dodge 8, Fortitude 10, Parry 8, Toughness 8, Will 6
Abilities 20 + Skills 6 + Advantages 11 + Powers 80 + Defenses 3 = 120
Enhanced Walking Stick: Damage 3 (Strength Based; Extras: Ricochet +1/flat, Ranged +1/rank(total str); Flaws Diminished Range -1) (8) -- (10)
AE: "Club Swing" Movement 2 (Swinging, Slow Fall) (4)
AE: "Club Smash" Strength-Damage +3 (1)
Strength 4(1) Stamina 7(2) Agility 7(2) Dexterity 2 Fighting 7(2) Intellect 3 Awareness 4 Presence 0
Acrobatics 2(+9), Deception 6(+6), Expertise(Sounds) 6(+9), Expertise(Scents) 6(+9), Insight 8*(+12), Investigation 4(+7), Perception 10*(+14), Stealth 6(+13)
Enhanced Advantages 11 (Evasion, Precise Attack 2 [Close, Concealment; Ranged, Concealment], Uncanny Dodge, Ranged Attack 7) 11pp
Enhanced Skills 6 (Insight 8 ranks, Perception 10 ranks) 6pp
Senses 20 (Normal Hearing [Accurate, Analytical, Extended, Penetrates Concealment], Scent [Accurate, Acute, Analytical, Extended, Ranged], Touch [Acute, Analytical, Ranged], Ultra-Hearing, Tracking(Scent) 2) 20pp
Enhanced Abilities 20(Stamina 5, Strength 3, Awareness 2, Fighting 5, Agility 5) 40pp
Speed 2(120 ft) 2pp
Leaping 2(30 ft) 2pp
Evasion*, Power Attack, Precise Attack 2[Ranged, Close Concealment]*, Uncanny Dodge*, Close Attack 2, Ranged Attack 7*, Equipment 2(Special Walking Stick), Languages 3(Spanish, Mandarin, German, Arabic), Jack of All Trades, Assessment, Accurate Attack, Takedown 2
Ranged +9, Close +9
Club Bash +9 DC 21 toughness
Club Throw +9 DC 21 toughness
Dodge 7, Fortitude 8, Parry 7, Toughness 7, Will 6
Abilities 28 + Skills 10 + Advantages 13 + Powers 81 + Defenses 3 = 135
"Enhanced Walking Stick: Strength-Damage +1 (Feats: Ricochet 1) (Extras: Ranged 4) (Diminished Range -1) (6) -- (8)
AE: ""Club Swing"" Movement 2 (Swinging, Slow Fall) (4)
AE: ""Club Smash"" Strength-Damage +1 (1)"
Motivation(Doing Good): They tried to train the good out of him, but he just couldn't bring himself to become an assassin. Now he wants to use his training and powers for good.
Disability(Blind): He is blind. His power mitigates it mosly, but things like whats on a computer screen or the visuals on a security camera still cause issues for him.
Weakness(Powerful Sensory Effects): Due to his heightened senses, attacks effecting those senses have a +5 to the DC.
Enemy(CIA): He is at a stalemate with them owning to what he knows preventing them from recapturing him, but that doesn't stop them from messing with him.
Honor(Never Kill): He won't kill anyone. Its just not in him.
Michael is cautious, but still has a rebellious streak. Traveling so much, he picked up a lot of different languages, which he uses to mess with people sometimes. In addition, he plays up his blindness at times to get what he wants even though his other senses more than compensate. Being a teenage boy, he sometimes uses his powers to play pranks. Overall though, he just wants to be part of something good and happy instead of a killer like the CIA wanted. His dads example taught him to strive to be good.
Skills are 3 for 1 instead of normal 2 for 1. In the Merge setting, he is a native who got powers from a toxic waste spill that happened minutes after the merge took effect. He is still a little naive of what went down, but is learning more skills. I didn't include immunity to visual sensory attacks as he also suffers from not being able to read signs or computer screens.
Last edited by mrdent12; 09-06-2018 at 11:17 PM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
Before the Merge, Malkor was a preeminent soul broker in his universe. Being the demon spawn of two powerful demons didn't hurt much. For thousands of years, the war of the realms had been settled with a simple truce. The middle realm, made up of humans, would get to choose sides by pledging their souls in some fashion or other to one of the players in the above or below realms. Whoever had more, had the power. Of course, the players could trade with the other realm for various other things like artifacts, carnal liaisons, and the like making the souls of humans more a currency than peace keeping device for ages. No one seemed to mind too much. Malkor was one of the brokers for the soul deals on behalf of the below realm ensuring the humans and all parties involved kept up their end of the bargain. His firm was known for using more gentle methods than other below realm firms making humans willing to deal with his more than the others. Transactions were simple. A demon would offer X, human would counter with Y, sometimes an above realm broker would jump into the bidding, and in the end the human soul was pledged.
For a while, Malkor held the favor of the lord of the below realm. Over time though, he tired of the brutality and utter mindlessness of some of the below realm occupants to the point of brokering most deals in the middle realm itself. Despite the protestations of some, most ended up being it for the violence more than the deal. Malkor even killed a few demons who tried to rough up his human merchandise earning him the near banishment from the lord of the below realm. When his influential parents pointed out the business angle, namely for every demon Malkor killed 100 humans worked with him instead of another broker, the banishment became a banishment from the lords presence.
The banishment was just fine with Malkor. Some of the humans were quite delightful and very eager to please. A few soul deals Malkor made for himself just because the human women and men were very delightful. While advancing differently, the middle realm was much like earth prime. Malkor preferred a city around where London was located and kept several pleasure women and men there for when he needed to relax. Unfortunately, a few humans didn't like the terms of the deal thrust upon them by the above and below realms to be treated as currency. Occasionally, they would attack a broker. Malkor had to kill a few who thought they could threaten him. It was during one such attack M-Day happened. He found himself in London proper without a body to call his own.
Other demons who made it over were like him as well. It wasn't a situation they were happy about and sought to remedy it by reverting to something that hadn't been done since the war of the realms, possession. Souls couldn't be brokered through an orderly system like before the merge and it turned out most humans didn't want to sell their soul. Even if they did, how would one account for it? It was a logistic mess. Some of the demons tried possession and found they were just too weak. Others tormented the minds of the target until they cracked making them easy targets, but usually ended up being ejected by exorcists. Malkor wasn't in the forcing business. All he possessed asked for it, but it turns out they weren't terribly good hosts and had delusions of grandeur. So, he started trying his hand at those who were susceptible to it for joy rides as it were before letting the hosts go back to their boring lives.
Adam Barnaby Jones, son of Melissa and Henry Jones, grew up in London. He went to primary school in London, secondary school in London, and even through university in London. All of this education to be a low level accountant. He wasn't special in any appreciable way. Ask him and he would tell you he had plenty of talents. There was the beginner card magic he usually messed up, reciting pi to 100 digits, balancing a cheque book, and making perfect corners on his sheets. His mum was especially proud of the last one. To counter balance these fine achievements was average grades, a mild asthma, a requirement to wear corrective lenses, and never having stepped foot out of London except for one holiday to Manchester to see his favorite football club play. He would try to get on with a woman, but after an hour of talking about profit and loss, showing bad card magic, and needing to take his inhaler with a cheesy line about being out of breathe because of her beauty the woman would walk away no matter how many pints she had.
For all his blandness, he made a few friends with the people who ran the homeless shelters in London. They weren't friends so much as people who took pity on him. Ever since his mum and dad passed, they were the only people he associated outside work and occasional jaunt to the pub to be shot down for yet another night. His "friends" would sometimes hang out with him if only to save him from being the brunt of some joke which he was too dense to get. Even if alone, the jokes didn't last too long as he never got them and ended up infuriating the jokester more than anything else. Through it all though, he was happy. It was his life and like his dad used to always tell him, a happy man is one who knows his lot in life and enjoys it.
On M-Day, Adam was generating a report when the radio started announcing strange happenings. Despite the events, Adam put his head down and pressed ahead to meet those deadlines. If he made them, he might get that promotion he had been eyeing for a few years. Day after day and week after week, he kept his head down and stuck to routine. London changed around him, a new group of people plus creatures made jest of him, and stranger things happened everyday. Still, he volunteered at the shelters and his new would be tormenters got tired of how dense he was. Aside from a couple inconveniences and more people at the shelters, he stayed contented with his lot.
Malkor was getting bored with being a spirit again, so he started looking for a host to take a joy ride. There was plenty of candidates that night because of some gathering at the pub, but part of the fun of a host was getting drunk. Once drunk it wasn't as pleasant. The pub was mourning the loss of Arsenal earlier in the day with copious amounts of pints. Adam Jones, while not a fan of Arsenal, joined to maybe chat up a girl. Immediately, Malkor knew he had his mark for the nights festivities in the awkward man in a button down dress shirt wearing glasses sitting in the corner only on his first pint. Timing was everything though. One simply didn't jump into a host in the middle of a crowd. After an hour and one more pint, Adam had to go to the loo as he wasn't one to drink too much yet the pints kept flowing and he didn't try his new card trick yet. Arsenal lost pretty badly.
Once Adam was out of sight of others after the doors closed. Malkor went for the entry. Contrary to some demons, he had a whole ritual where he would spirit chant and maintain position over the host as if daring it to move. This time however, the chanting kept going despite Malkor trying to stop with all his might with Adam being transfixed on the spot as if in a trance that absorbed Malkor as well. In the spirit body, infernal energies that were essential for possession changed into something else. Something new. In a brilliant flash of infernal energy, Malkor and Adam Jones were gone. Left in their place was a sort of demonic looking body similar to that of Malkor before the Merge except a little more human looking plus having a little voice in his head screaming in excitement then fading with the only remanent being a vague sense of being a hero who could help more than just the homeless.
Taking to having a body with zest, Malkor partook in one of his favorite forms of entertainment, piano playing, and making deals. Unlike other demons, his deals were more for favors that would be returned in kind when called upon. The idea of taking a soul with no way to track it or systems in place just made no more sense. While he could take any human form, he stuck to one mostly making him more recognizable. If someone came to him with a particularly sad favor such as an abusive spouse or hard luck story, something in him compelled him to help out as best he could without going too far for free. One part of him screamed how bad it was for business. The other jumped for joy metaphorically. Time in a Bottle became one of his favored locations to hold court because of the safety it afforded and he had his share of enemies. The more he helped people, the more enemies of the nondemonic variety he accumulated although they mostly only tended to bug him.
Strength 6 Stamina 9 Agility 2 Dexterity 1 Fighting 8 Intellect 1 Awareness 2 Presence 6
Deception 12(+18), Expertise(Music) 4(+5), Expertise(Streetwise) 10(+11), Insight 10(+12), Intimidation 12(+18), Perception 6(+8), Persuasion 12(+18)
Enhanced Advantages 5(Ranged Attack 5) 5pp
Demonic Physiology: Protection 3 3pp
Demonic Immunity: Immunity 6 (Disease, Poison, Starvation and Thirst, Suffocation, Aging) 6pp
Hellfire Blast: Damage 10(Extras: Ranged +1/rank, Accurate 2 +2/flat) 22pp
AE: Hypnosis: Affliction 10 (Resisted by Will; Entranced, Compelled, Controlled; Extras: Perception Range +2/rank, Reversible +1/flat; Visual Sense Dependent -1/rank) 1pp(21pp)
AE: Hellfire Burst: Damage 10 (Extras: Cone area +1/rank) 1pp(20pp)
Shapechange: Morph 1 (any humanoid form) 5pp
Immortal: Immortality 5(Flaws: Decapitation Prevents -1/rank) 5pp
Immortal: Regeneration 5 5pp
Black Feather Wings: Flight 4 (30 MPH; Flaws: Wings) 4pp
Claws: Damage 4(Strength Based, Accurate) 5pp
Comprehend 3(Speak, Understand, Read all languages) 6pp
Daze(Deception)*, Attractive*, Fascinate(Persuasion)*, Inspire*, Ranged Attack 4**, Animal Empathy*, Power Attack, Skill Mastery(Deception), Connections, Contacts, Well Informed, Fascinate(Deception)*
*From Presence **From Powers
Ranged +1, Close +8
Hellfire blast +10 DC 25 Toughness
Claws +10 DC 25 Toughness
Hypnosis DC 20 dodge resist, DC 20 Will
Hellfire Burst DC25 Toughness Cone area
Dodge 8, Fortitude 11, Parry 8, Toughness 12, Will 9
Abilities 10 + Skills 22 + Advantages 5 + Powers 68 + Defenses 15 = 180
Motivation(Responsibility): Malkor would love nothing better than to mess around, but the Adam Jones part of him drives him to help others with his great power.
Motivation(Thrills): Just because he has the burden of responsibility, doesn't mean he can't seek out thrills with it at the same time.
Enemy(Other Demons): While not outright attacking him, they aren't pleased one of their own is now combined with a human.
Honor(A deal is a deal): He adheres to deals he makes although sometimes only to the letter.
Prejudice(Demon): The demon physiology overrode the human part quite a bit. So, all the bias against demons holds against him when not morphed.
Malkor Jones is the kind of guy/demon who could charm the pants off anyone, lie to them with ease, and scare the wits out of them. He prefers the charming bit, but times being what they are he might resort to scaring at times. His combined personality marries the good of Adam Jones with the ultra playboy that was Malkor. Using Malkor's soul trading skills, Malkor Jones now is a broker in general things acting as an agent almost. Sometimes giving out favors as well. He's a likable guy who has good intentions, but cross him or stray to far evil and you'll see his bad side.
Skills are 3 for 1 instead of normal 2 for 1. 1 presence grants a free advantage. Malkor Jones is a combination of soul broker/tempter demon Malkor and Adam Jones who fused together as one when possession didn't work as anticipated due to the influence of the Merge event.
Last edited by mrdent12; 09-13-2018 at 09:19 PM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
Murphy Richards aka Seraph
Patricia Richard's mum was a whore. She was a whore. Whoring is all she knew starting at the traumatic age of 14 when her mum was killed by a john who had some rough demands. Despite all this, she went every Sunday to a church based out of a crumbling warehouse by the docks that was dedicated to Saint Nicholas. Her work did not define her. At 16, she gave birth to Murphy at a street corner that called itself a birthing clinic. More than a few of her clients didn't like to wear protection and a woman in her debt to the mob couldn't exactly afford birth control on her own, so the numbers won out and one of those johns ended up being a father yet never knowing it. An abortion was offered by her pimp, but being a good catholic she refused. From the moment Murphy was born, she loved him and despite having to keep up her profession she tried to hide him from it as best she could. Due to complications from the birth, she wasn't able to have anymore children, which made her even more sought out.
Despite Patricias best efforts, Murphy still went hungry some days and his "daycare" was being left in the care of someone her pimp assured her would watch the kid. He couldn't risk losing her revenue. In reality, "daycare" was being dropped off with other kids in a similar situation at the abandoned shipping docks to fend for himself to get picked up when his mums shift ended. Under threat of death, he had to tell her it was a nice old lady. Going to school was a heaven sent blessing for him, but when the others saw his raggedy clothes and malnourished figure he became the target of relentless teasing. Church on Sunday was his only respite and the charities who fed him some weeks when all his mum could muster was cabbage soup. He would look at the kids with money or full belly's and long to have that life. Instead, he was teased, forced volunteered with his mum when she wasn't working, and sometimes had to go without even bread.
This all changed when the family who ran the brothels needed a runner. No one would question a scraggy looking kid carrying a near empty backpack. So, some days instead of school he would make extra income running packages of all sorts to whoever his handler said. This gave him candy money and a belly that wasn't always empty. Slowly over the next few years he started rebeling and running with friends instead of going to church or volunteering with his mum who sank into a depression of losing her son to the life she was forced to choose. She had much higher hopes for him. When Murphy turned 16, his mum didn't wake up one day and he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, the family was his family now and Patricia was just the woman who had relations with men for money that got knocked up.
Over the next 10 years, he became more than a simple runner. His health improved, body filled out from proper eating, clothes became new, and he had shoes without holes. The indoctrination into family loyalty continued when as a "favor" he was given a task to collect some money from some shop keep who owed the casino from a crooked game of poker with the favor portion keeping 5% of it. When the shop keep didn't pay up, he beat the guy until he did. Seeing potential, his runner status was upgraded to thug who went along on various collection runs and roughing up johns who messed up the families goods. They were alright with the rough johns, but the whores still had to be attractive to future clients. As his star rose, so did his pay and he was able to afford a nicer apartment, some girls for himself, and the finer booze. Never entering the elite, he was still a valued enforcer for his family devotion.
During this 10 year window, he got progressively worse as well. Initially, the church morals lead him to hold back. Family morals corrupted his soul. When he was runner, he would share with the other poor kids and still say his payers at night even going to confession at times to ease his conscious. First the sharing stopped. The poor kids weren't part of the family and he had his mates to share the wealth in the form of booze and women. Next, the prayers stopped. It was hard to believe a deity could exist in a world where the poor were virtuous and rich corrupt. So, no use in praying to nothing. Finally, going to confession stopped because who needed easing of conscious when there was so much good times to be had that could drown out that little voice which only got more muted. Sure, he had a few girlfriends that thought they could save him. After all, he fit the bad boy mold just like the family intended. None ever got through.
One day while on a routine job of collecting from some poor chump who lost big at the casino, the job went south fast. The poor chump had a house made of materials more flammable than gasoline it seemed. Murphys partner was stupid enough to light a fag and press it against the wall sending it all up in flames immediately resulting in the partners death and the house starting to fall apart. As things fell, the collection victim was killed and Murphy got pinned under a beam with the fire raging all around him. Like a movie, the early images of his mothers love and devotion to him and helping others started up followed by his rejection of it. Progressing in his mind, more scenes came showing his life of wickedness and the damage left in his wake not to mention his mothers broken heart which he realized probably killed her. There was all the girls he could have escaped the life with, but rejected instead. All told, he was a blight on society and only helped to further the cities degradation. He did something he hadn't done in years. He prayed. He prayed like it was going to be his last prayer ever and given the situation it looked more than likely the case. All he asked was for a second chance and the power to make things right. Someone or thing heard his prayers and in a brilliant light that bathed him wings appeared on his back allowing him to fly out of the house.
Not knowing what to make of the situation, he hid out in one of the old warehouses he played in as a kid. The bodies found in the house were attributed to him and his partner, giving Murphy a clean go of life because few even cared to remember his face not that it would matter given the damage wrought by the fire on it. After a day, he donned a long coat to hide his wings and went for some food. Along the way, some thugs were harassing a flower lady for selling on their turf without giving due payment to them. Instinctively, he unfurled his wings and exuded an almost heavenly light to hide his features as a sword of light formed in his hand. At first, the thugs looked at each other and drew their guns. Murphy quickly put an end to that with a swing of his sword and burst from his hand that made them weep in regret. Its only been two days since that fateful moment, but since than rumors of an angel living in the city spread like wild fire. For Murphys part, he took up a volunteer role at a Catholic clinic that prayed to Saint Nicholaus as a nurse.
Strength 2 Stamina 6 Agility 3 Dexterity 0 Fighting 3 Intellect 0 Awareness 4 Presence 0
Insight 8(+12), Intimidation +12(+12), Perception 8(+12), Persuasion 4(+4), Treatment 4(+4)
Light Costume Change: Feature(Illuminate into a costume of as free action) 1pp
Light Control: Light Blast: Damage 11(Extras: Ranged +1/rank, Accurate 2 +2/flat) 24pp
AE: Sword of Light: Damage 11(Extras: Penetrating 12 +12/flat, Accurate 2 +2/flat) 1pp(24pp)
AE: Healing Hands: Healing 11(Extras: Persistent +1/flat, Stabilizing +1/flat) 1pp(24pp)
AE: Repentant Light: Damage 7(Extras: Ranged +1/rank, Will Save +1/rank, Accurate 3 +3/flat) 1pp(24pp)
Light Guard: Protection 5 5pp
Angel Wings: Flight 5(30mph 900 feet; Flaws: Wings -1/rank) 5pp
Illuminate: Environment 5(Light, bright as day, 500 feet) 5pp
Holy Vision: Senses 6(Darkvision, Vision Penetrates Concealment, Vision Counters Illusion) 6pp
Holy Light Aura: Feature 1: Generate bright radiant light brighter than day from body 1pp
Daze(Intimidation), Startle, Allout Attack, Power Attack, Great Endurance, Interpose, Equipment 1, Ranged Attack 3
Ranged +3, Close +3
Light Blast +7 DC 26 toughness
Sword of Light +7 DC 26 toughness
Repentant Light +9 DC 17 will damage
Dodge 7, Fortitude 8, Parry 7, Toughness 11, Will 10
Abilities 36 + Skills 18 + Advantages 10 + Powers 55 + Defenses 16 = 135
Headquarters(Size: Medium Toughness: 8 Features: Secret, Living Space, Power System)
Motivation(Redemption): He saw the city at its worst and he was part of it. If he could be cleansed and redeemed so could the city.
Honor(Can't Lie and won't kill): He cannot lie. He always has to tell the truth. He also won't kill anyone and will doj ust enough to stop them.
Responsibility(Clinic): He has taken a job at a clinic for the poor as an unlicensed nurse and might be on shift or needed when the city is in danger.
Prejudice(Wings and Scars): When people see his wings, they think he is a freak some times. It also doesn't help that he has deep scars still from the fire.
Secrets(Thought dead): Most think he is dead. If his nonsuperhero appearance becomes known tot he public it could cause complications.
Reformed from his old ways, Murphy's drive in life is to redeem himself and make himself the man his mother envisioned him becoming. Wealth, fame, and women were the trappings of his old life. Now, he devotes himself to helping the downtrodden and living above the wickedness of his past life. Talking to him will give hints he has lived quite the life, but he won't go crazy anymore. He'll have a beer or two, scream at football matches, and such yet he won't go to excess. its not his place to force others to be saints. All he can do is live as an example.
Last edited by mrdent12; 10-29-2018 at 02:30 PM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
PP 109 (2pp unspent)
Kansas City born and world bred, Diego didn't quite fit in. He was the child of a Spanish man from Spain and Arabic woman from Dubai. They met when Ricardo, Diego's father, was traveling for business. Ricardo locked eyes with Daima while appraising some art and the rest was wedding bells followed by copulation resulting in Diego. For business reasons, they moved to Kansas City to run an art gallery at the request of one of Ricardo's friends and settled down to have a proper family. It wasn't like they stayed put too much though. Daima was also an in demand translator, so the family would often travel together bringing Diego along for the ride taking his education upon themselves and the occasional tutor. By the time he was ten, Diego had more stamps on his passport than most adults do in their lifetimes. Not the brightest when it came to the sciences, he had a knack for languages and detail inherited from his parents. His mother made sure Diego could speak a few languages while his father impressed upon him the fine details of art work.
It wasn't until 14 that he settled down to finish high school like a normal kid. Being world traveled, he felt bored often and didn't pay attention much. Still, he did middle of the pack grades and just enough to not be in the bottom tier of students. For all intents and purposes, he was average. His two strengths were art history and languages that had been drilled into him since birth. Athletics and physical wise, he did alright. Like in his academics though, he didn't excel or look terrible. With his mind always drifting, he kept thinking of all the people in the world who lacked so much and devoured books on utopian societies where everyone was taken care in all the languages he knew. Philosophy also piqued his interest, but was too theoretical. Someone had to have some practical answers to the issues that plagued the world. By the time he reached college, getting into NYU, he was a dreamer who could speak five languages. So, he fit right in as an occasional U.N translator to pay the bills.
Imperator's men took notice of how seamless Diego was in translating and working with people from across the world, yet being forgotten as well as the "help". They appealed to the dreamer in him. Imperator would need men like him who could fit in anywhere to make utopia a reality. When pressed on the hard questions, like what he would need to do, they were blunt. No utopia was ever peacefully created. If he accepted a place in Imperators forces, he would need to do things that didn't seem right in the short term yet would pay off in the end. Naive at the beginning, he signed on shortly before the bubble went up. At the urging of his handlers, he pursued language arts and art history as a double major taking study abroad twice. Once to Madrid and once to Shanghai. Both majors weren't terribly hard for him, but immensely useful in ingratiating himself with people of importance plus catching the attention of the U.S military who needed Arabic translators.
Upon graduation, he signed up for the U.S Navy, again at the behest of his handlers, where he was trained in war as well as counter intelligence. As part of his stint in the navy, he was attached to some Seal teams who went on classified missions as a translator plus member of the team. This time was the most dangerous for Diegos handlers as they didn't want to risk communicating with him openly. Instead, they left coded messages. Six years was enough training and Diego didn't resign up when his enlistment ended despite being offered a generous reenlistment bonus. Instead, he finished up his PHD in language arts and became a professor at NYU working as a translator from time to time for the U.S delegation by virtue of his security clearance which he kept active even after leaving the military and amicable personality. All information he gathered, he passed on to his handlers. In addition, they would sometimes ask him to draw upon his military training to take out targets discretely or influence people to make choices to benefit Imperators grand plan.
While all this was going on, no one would suspect him of being a deep cover agent. If he traveled, he was used to it from youth. If he got a gig interpreting for a treaty, well it was in his skill set and clearance. There was a couple girls he fancied and went with for a spell, even marrying a particularly stunning red head for a year before she got tired of how secretive he was because of his interpreting gigs. Fellow former or still active soldiers would unwittingly give him little nuggets of information when plastered. By all appearances, he was a red, white, and blue American.
When the war started, his handlers told him to play along with the other side. As expected, the U.S military drew upon his skill set and brought him into the fight this time as an infiltrator. Inside the city, he secretly sabotaged his unit leaving just him and two others alive from the surprise attack that wiped out the rest. He was brought back to the intelligence side for his language skills because of the PTSD that he was mimicking signs of. Not enough to turn the tides of war, he still provided valuable intelligence to Imperators forces. At night, under the pretext of getting drunk alone to quash the pain of losing his unit, he would run missions to take out key players as demanded. In the end, his efforts were for naught. Imperator still fell.
With the war over, he fell back into his old life resuming his role as a professor. Things were quiet for a few months. Diego thought it was all over and utopia would never come to pass, so he settled for a regular life. He even met a nice girl from Ireland who caught his eye that he started dating seriously with an eye towards settling in a year or so if things went well. There wasn't much more for him. NYU, not knowing the full extent of his war efforts, praised him as a hero awarding him tenure. The offers to translate gotten even more frequent, but he didn't have his heart in it anymore after the loss and claimed bad war memories when turning down most. One day it all changed though and his old handler resurfaced.
Strength 1 Stamina 3 Agility 1 Dexterity 2 Fighting 5 Intellect 4 Awareness 2 Presence 0
Close Combat(knifes) 4(+9) , Deception 10(+10), Expertise(Spycraft) 8(+12), Expertise(Linguistics) 3(+7), Expertise(Art History) 3(+7), Expertise(Hadron City) 2(+6), Expertise(Military) 2(+6) Insight 4(+6), Perception 8(+10), Persuasion 13(+13), Ranged Combat(guns) 3(+6), Sleight of Hand 5(+7), Stealth 3(+4)
Equipment 4, Languages 3(Arabic, Spanish, Mandarin, Russian), Benefit(Security Clearance), Assessment, Skill Mastery(Deception), Ranged 4, Well Informed, Precise Attack(Ranged Cover)
Ranged +3, Close +5
Light Pistol +9 DC 18 toughness
Sniper Rifle +9 DC 20 toughness 19-20 Crit
Knife +9 DC 17 Toughness 19-20 Crit
Dodge 9, Fortitude 7, Parry 9, Toughness 5, Will 7
Abilities 36 + Skills 33 + Advantages 16 + Powers 0 + Defenses 21 coming to 105
Undercover Shirt(Protection 2, Subtle)
Arenal Array: Sniper Rifle(Ranged Damage 5, Improved Critical)
Arsenal Array: Light Pistol(Ranged Damage 3, Subtle)
Arsenal Array: Knife(Piercing Strength Based Damage 1 improved Crit)
Night Vision and Thermal Scope(+5 bonus to overcome visual range penalties with option to have normal vision, low light vision, or infravision)
Loft(Diminutive -3, Living Space +1, Power System +1, Secret +1, Security System +1 DC25 technology, )
Motivation(Responsibility): He's been at it so long he feels like he needs to play his part to bring about utopia if only to help the world.
Secret(Agent of Imperator): To the world he is a stand up American interpretor. His true job is hidden from most.
Relationship(Maggie Smith): He is seeing a new girl he fancies, so it might get int he way.
Responsibility(Professor): He is still a professor and despite tenure, he needs to do something or else his cover is blown.
Code of Honor(Don't kill Civilians): While he may harm a civilian, he will not kill them or do something that might. Civilian pertains to non soldiers or soldier support staff.
Diego is a world traveled, friendly guy. He loves to tell stories of his travels to put people at ease and is right at home in a room full of drunk diplomats. Underneath it all though, he has become driven to achieve the utopia promised. Being outside the bubble when it came up and only catching a glimpse of the city before it was attacked, he longs for it even more. Still, he isn't mean or evil in his mind. The ends justify the means.
He is based off the Elite Soldier with some things tweaked to make him more spy like. Expetise(Spycraft) is a combination of the tailing and surveillance from stealth, gather information and search from investigate. Expertise(linguistics) covers knowing things about languages even if he can't speak them, pick up a few words and basic meanings, etc plus what they mean in various cultures.
Last edited by mrdent12; 03-30-2019 at 09:35 PM.
Re: Mrdent12s Character Collection
Robert Blake aka Damien Thorne
Rene and Maldor Thorne were an abnormality in the Seattle coven. Rene, a mortal woman, and Maldor, a powerful warlock leader of the coven, were the only mixed couple. Together they ran the Sherman brothers mortuary, a mortuary that had been passed down since the founding of the city going by different generic names. It served as a cover for a hidden and powerful necromancer coven that used the bodies for various purposes. Ostracized by the other mages as far back as the 1600's, the coven chose to appear extinguished partly because it made other mages feel better not having to worry about powerful necromancers and it kept the registration people from looking for them like the other mages. As technology advanced, it got harder to remain hidden. So, the leader of the coven before Maldor made a deal with a powerful corporation at the time. In exchange for keeping the covens members, who were to remain nameless until names were needed, out of the scrutiny of the government or other corporations, the coven would help out the corporation from time to time. Maldor kept that up when a new corporation rose in the wake of an acquisition.
Damien was only three years old when his parents died in a plane crash. Just a small child unlearned in the necrotic arts, another leader took over leaving him in the care of his aunts. They raised him to remain hidden yet still practice the dark arts in secret. Scans at the school or when he was out picked up his high mana potential of course, but he made sure to avoid usage of magic or spirit calling while in public. School by day was like every other kid math, science, english, and what have you. By night and weekends, he spent time with other kids in the coven in the tombs below the Sherman mortuary away from the scanners learning how to manipulate peoples spirits and tap into the darker nature of magic. A few times, he even heard some whispers that he was told were nothing. It made sense at the time as the tombs were drafty and voices carried on the air like leaves. No one told him that his father regularly communed with the spirits of the deceased before they passed to the next realms. Between regular homework and his dark studies, he didn't have time to dig into his own families histories too much to learn himself.
While he lived as part of the coven, he resisted the call of the others to fully embrace it on his sixteenth birthday preferring to keep ties to his nonmagical half. He even left for a spell to attend Colombia for an English degree with aspirations to be a journalist when he turned 18. You always come home though. Despite his head saying to get out while he is out of the dark path, his heart kept pulling him back in when school was out. Unlike the others in his coven, he knew the dark arts were wrong, but they were too seductive for a young man indoctrinated with them by his aunts. With the protection of a new corporation, he didn't know the name of due to his absence, his coven continued to grow in power undetected by the world at large. Up until his 21st birthday, he had one foot in the nonmagical world and one in the darkest part of it.
On his 21st birthday, the pull of the control over life and death became too much for him to the point he agreed to participate in a dangerous ritual to drain the life from whole blocks that unbeknownst to him contained rent controlled apartments that the benefactor corporation wanted cleared. Everyone dying accomplished that. Deep in the Seattle underground, the whole coven gathered with only candles to light their ritual. The energy was intoxicating as the chanting began. If not for the whisper of one word Don't, Damien might not have worked to stop it. The ritual in question had to be precise and every necromancer in the coven of 42 had to work in exact unison with all the energies aligned. Damiens doubts and the whispers made him rechannel his energies in search of the voice fully opening himself to the spirits of those not passed on yet. Their cries of anguish made him weep. It was his coven or hundreds of souls. At that moment, he chose the hundreds of innocents and redirected the ritual to trap his coven members spirits in the tombs chamber.
Suffice to say, the corporation was not happy. Plans were already in the works and promises made to clear out the apartments for luxury condos with much higher margins. Damien hid while the men sent by the corporation found the lifeless bodies of his coven members. Before they blew the underground caverns to hide any evidence of the bodies, Damien managed to escape to the surface and slip by the corporate goons undetected. He wasn't in the clear though. His coven kept a ledger they found and the math was simple. Forty one dead bodies and forty two names. Other mages in the corporations employ traced back the events of the ritual and relayed everything that happened before they too were killed. The description they got of Damien was fuzzy, so he caught a break there. Still, every wiff of necromancy he performed would be hounded and he knew it. So, he fell back on an assumed identity given as a gift from birth by his parents and tried to live his life in the most normal way possible.
That old itch to use his powers came back though and every day he was plagued by tormented souls who wanted help when they realized he could hear them. One such soul was kind enough to point Damien to his fathers hidden lair in an old tunnel in the sewers. As repayment, Damien gladly repaid the favor with donning a bone chilling costume and using a spell to slowly drain the life out of the souls killer until the killer agreed to turn himself in. Word gets around in the tormented soul world, so more and more came to him for redress and he starting obliging the good ones. He even started helping those still living from joining the dead just to use his magic like an addict needs another hit. The scanners went crazy at his use of power and the corporation hunting him started laying traps by purposely putting people in danger for him to save just so they could get retribution. So far, he has found a way to evade capture, but every spell increases the urge to use another and more powerful one if possible. At best, he can hope to do the most good he can until his luck runs out.
Strength 0 Stamina 0 Agility 1 Dexterity 1 Fighting 3 Intellect 2 Awareness 7 Presence 4
Deception 11(+15), Expertise Magic 13(+15), Insight 2(+9), Intimidation 8(+12), Perception 4(+11), Persuasion 6(+10), Stealth 4(+5)
Soul Blast: Damage 9(Extras: Ranged +1/rank, Will Save +1/rank) 27pp
AE: Necrotic Blast: Damage 9(Extras: Ranged +1/rank, Secondary Effect +1/rank) 1pp(27pp)
AE: Eneveration: Weaken 9(Extras: Ranged +1, Broad Physical Abilities One at a time +1/rank) 1pp(27pp)
AE: Spirit Hands: Move Object 8(Extra: Perception +1/rank, Precise +1/flat, Subtle 2 +2/flat) 1pp(27pp)
AE: Will To Live Drain: Affliction 9(Resisted by Will; Hindered and Vulnerable, Defenseless and Immobile; Extras: Ranged +1/rank, Extra Condition +1/rank, Cumulative +1/rank; Flaws: Limited to second degree -1/rank) 1pp(27pp)
AE: "edax animae" Soul Scythe: Damage 9(Extras: Penetrating 3 +3 Flat, Reach 2 +2/flat, Accurate 2 +2 flat, Extras: Secondary Effect +1/rank) 1pp(25pp)
AE: "ignis ardeat animus" Hellfire Rain: Damage 8(Extras: Range +1/rank, Burst Area 1 +1/rank) 1pp(24pp)
Astral Projection: Remote Sensing 8 (Visual, Auditory, Mental; Extras: Sublte 2 +2/flat; Flaws: Limited Physical Body is Defenseless -1/rank) 26pp
AE: "arma vocatis infernalis" Dark Protection: Protection 9 (Sustained, Impervious 9), Flight 4(60 MPH) 1pp(26pp)
Spirit Speak: Comprehend 2(Clearly understand and speak to spirits) 4pp
"damnatio mutatio" Costume Glamour: Feature(Quick Change) 1pp
Equipment 3(Headquarters), Ranged Attack 6, *Daze(Intimidation), Ritualist, *Well Informed, Power Attack, Accurate Attack, *Skill Mastery(Deception), *Contacts, Benefit: Alternate identity(James Ross), Benefit: Cipher
Ranged +7, Close +3
Soul Blast +7 DC 24 Will Save Damage
Necrotic Blast +7 DC24 Toughness, save next round too
Eneveration +7 DC 19 Fort
Spirit Hands Auto Hit Move Check +8
Will To Live Drain +7 DC 19 Will
Soul Scythe +7 DC 24 Toughness, Save next round too
Hell Fire Rain Area DC 18 Dodge reduce DC 19/23 toughness save
Dodge 7, Fortitude 6, Parry 7, Toughness 9, Will 10
Abilities 36 + Skills 16 + Advantages 14 + Powers 65 + Defenses 19 = 150pp
Headquarters—Size: Medium, Toughness: 10; Features: Concealed, Dual-size (Huge), Laboratory, Library, Living Space, Personnel, Sealed, Security System, Self Reparing, Workshop
Motivation(Doing Good): He was brought up to be a servant of the dark mystical forces, but his human half drove him to do good. It doesn't hurt that he can talk to the dead as well to know their plights.
Prejudice(Half Human, Half Warlock): He is viewed as something to be controlled because of his warlock side by the normals and looked down on by people with both parents as magic users.
Identity(Normal Freelancer): To make ends meet, he does odd jobs and has a normal life under his false identity of James Ross
Enemy(Corporation that was crossed): His coven was obliged to do a ritual to clear whole blocks in order to make it easier to put in luxury condos. The corporation found out the lone survivor of the coven, Damien, stopped it. Now they want revenge.
Addiction(Use Magic): Dark magic is addictive. Everyday he needs to fight to the urge to use it frivolously in order to avoid detection. Sometimes the magic pull is just too strong.
Unregistered: He isn't in any systems as a warlock. To the world, minus Shadow Corp, he is just another gig economy worker.
Power Loss(Speaking Required): Needs to speak a spell to use it.
He wants to be normal. His dual nature pulls him to use his dark magic for power and wealth, but he also has a deep desire to live a normal life. He can be quite easy to get on with and passes off his talking to ghosts as if he's just on a bluetooth head set. Anyone who looks closely can see a sadness in him, but he hides it well enough from the casual on looker. On the surface, he is one of the guys, but digging deeper reveals so much more.
Built with house rules
* 3 skill points per PP (excluding Close and Ranged Combat)
* One free Interaction Skill Advantage per rank of Presence.
Last edited by mrdent12; 12-03-2018 at 07:32 PM.