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Post by Gris on Apr 18, 2023 14:27:22 GMT -5
Ishbel "Scorch" MacGregorAbilities:Intelligence 2 Agility 2 Strength 1 Speed 1 Health 3 Energy 3 Regeneration 3
Actions:Close Combat 3 * Agility Bonus. * Specialties: Fighting Dirty, Chain, Multiple Opponents. Ranged Combat 3 * Specialties: Pistol, Throwing Knives, Improvised Weapons. Drive Vehicle 3 Fluff: Car Mechanic 4
Modifiers:Psi-Weapon: Fiery Aura 5 +3 Action as Modifier -2 Power out of Control without Beast's wrist device Social Skills 3 * Specialties: Persuasion, Streetwise, Underworld. Challenges:
Mutant (3) Non Human Looking: Fiery hair, black eyes (2) Needs Medication to Stay Calm (3) and if not Psychological: Shortest of Tempers (3)
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Post by Gris on Apr 18, 2023 14:28:01 GMT -5
XP TOTAL: 3w 1r + Journal 1: 2r
+ Recruit Mission: Ishbel 1w + Welcome New Mutants 1w 1r + Journal 2: 1r
XP SPENT: 0w
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Post by Gris on Apr 18, 2023 14:28:38 GMT -5
ORIGINAL CAD: Ishbel "Scorch" MacGregor
Abilities: 5w
Intelligence 2 (2r)
Agility 2 (2r)
Strength 1 (1r)
Speed 1 (1r)
Health 3 (1w)
Energy 3 (1w)
Regeneration 3 (1w)
Actions: 3w + 2w (fluff)
Close Combat 3 (1w)
* Agility Bonus.
* Specialties: Fighting Dirty, Chain, Multiple Opponents.
Ranged Combat 3 (1w)
* Specialties: Pistol, Throwing Knives, Improvised Weapons.
Drive Vehicle 3 (1w)
Fluff: Car Mechanic (2w*)
Modifiers: 10w
Psi-Weapon: Fiery Aura 5 (9w)
+3 Action as Modifier
-2 Power out of Control, always on, if she skips her meds it starts to burn around depending on her mood.
Social Skills 3 (1w)
* Specialties: Persuasion, Streetwise, Underworld.
Challenges: 8w
Mutant (3)
Non Human Looking: Fiery hair, black eyes (2)
Needs Medication to Stay Calm (3) and if not Psychological: Shortest of Tempers (3) |
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Post by Gris on Apr 18, 2023 18:24:34 GMT -5
Ishbel MacGregor has never been the girliest kid, not even when she was little. Her mother had died shortly after she was born, so all the memories Ishbel had of her were photos around the house and the brief stories her father and older brother told her. As far as she was concerned, her mother was akin to a ghost, a lingering presence in the family home she couldn't quite see but it permeated everything there. With her father Robert spending as much of his time as he could in his mechanical workshop fixing cars, Ishbel kinda raised herself specially since her older brother Duncan soon followed their father's steps, a splitting image of him, albeit younger.
With such upbringing, Ishbel wasn't just not girly at all, but it ended up being a poor student and got in fights quite often. Perhaps she wasn't always the one at fault as she usually was trying to correct some kind of injustice, at least in her eyes, but more often than not, she was the one throwing the first punch. As a short fuse problematic teen from a troublesome home, she bounced from school to school until no one in Boston would have her and both Ishbel and her father lost interest in pretending to have her attending any form of normal education.
That way, another MacGregor joined the mechanical workshop, learning more than what she had already absorbed living in such a family, but the business wasn't going through the best moment. Robert McGregor may not have been father of the year, but she cared enough to keep the workshop alive and bring money home no matter what, though lately that entailed making small jobs for a bunch of delinquents, so they could resell their stolen cars around without much issue. Ishbel didn't like it, but she was young and alone, as her brother Duncan understood that it was something it had to be done, something they had no option to avoid.
Of course, there was one night were a work was urgent and it caught the MacGregor family just before closing up shop. The thugs did manage to steal a beautiful Dodge Charger, but seemingly they had done so from the wrong person. The owner was dead on the trunk they said, they would deal with that, but a couple of them weren't on good shape either, bleeding out in the backseat from a couple of wounds seemingly inflicted with their own knives as the car owner defended himself. Robert didn't want any of that, not in front of his children, specially not when another car with thugs from the same gang appeared to check on them, ask about the wounded, tensions rising.
Then, the panicked screaming contest about how they were going to solve it ended as soon as one of the thugs lost his already feeble temple and stabbed Robert, killing him in the act. Innocent blood was spilled.
What followed was mayhem.
Duncan tried to get his sister out of there, but the initial flare pushed him away into a corner. Ishbel could feel the tears burn her face, but there was something else, something more. Her natural red hair was now aflame, part of a chaotic aura she couldn't control even if she wanted to. The thugs further away fled in fear, the ones midway were burned and barely escaped with their lives. The one closest, the one that killed her father, that one was reduced to a pile of charred bones in seconds. Only the fatigue of her own nascent mutant powers allowed Ishbel to stop and prevent her from burning down half the neighborhood while a terrified Duncan stared at her, then at something else.
From the Charger's now open trunk, another flaming figure raised, shiny leather and metal studs the support of an impossible head, a flaming skull.
"Hrmmm..." the Ghost Rider groaned, examining the scene.
Ishbel's hair was mostly reduced to a small ember, as she hopelessly stared to the body of her dead father, miraculously spared from her own fire. The Rider took her chin and stared straight into her eyes, through her eyes, into her soul.
"Innocent" he decided after a moment. After a brief look at the scene, the Rider was no more and his place was occupied by a young man, looking at Ishbel and Duncan with understanding in his eyes. "You'll be fine, I don't know what you are yet, but I don't smell a demon in you, whatever you are there is a place" he said.
Perhaps Robbie wasn't wrong, as soon enough Duncan that was already an adult received help to keep his father's, now his mechanical workshop open. A couple of experts also checked on Ishbel, but there wasn't much to do beyond the medicine that kept her stable, pliable. With her power deeply connected to her emotions, it was the only way to keep people safe until she learned to control it, and there was only one place to do so...
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Post by Gris on May 18, 2023 4:01:29 GMT -5
JOURNAL1: After the house escape, introduction to the Academy: This is fucked up. I don't even want to write, but I've been counseled to do so, so I will and maybe that will keep me from punching someone in the face. Good news first, though even talking about good news feels a bit stupid, I'll take my wins when I can. That Hank dude is a Beast, and I don't mean it because he looks like the cookie monster but swole, but because he made a contraption to help with my powers in a matter of days. Damn, what a fantastic nerd.  It looks a bit rigged out, like something Dunn or I could scrap together if we were geniuses, so it fits my looks more than fine, I don't want some dainty bracelet. Plus it has a watch to lessen my excuses to arrive late at class. Since this helps my powers not burning people's faces if I don't want to, I've ditched the fucking pills and now I can be myself. Sam did look at me like I have to work on my anger issues, but she didn't insist much. I guess she understands that after losing our home it's natural to feel angry. I did promise her I wouldn't turn into a bad apple, so I'll keep myself in check. Sam fits in the good news I guess. Having a roommate has been... weird. Not weird bad, but... I don't know. I mean, I'm not a prude but it's a first for me... whatever, I have my head full of things. So... Bad news: classes. Strange classes but still classes. At least it feels fresher than regular high school, but it's still a nuisance. The good part is having all sorts of people around with experiences similar to mine but their own in nature, it's kinda cool. But man... classes. Maybe I should ask Sam to share some happy feelings, that way she would be twice as happy. I owe her a big one still. At least I have Dunn around, he seems to be adapting. Sure he misses our home like I do, but he mostly misses dad's workshop. He's doing better than I thought and he doesn't have to go to classes. I think that having more things to work with keeps him on the right side. I also think he fancies someone, but he won't tell me who and denies it. Maybe I'm wrong, who has time for romance here? Pffft. We get all kinds of techies around the place, good kids that like solving problems and working with tools, our people. Maybe I lean more to an appreciation for classic vehicles more than the gizmos that sometimes assemble here, but it's cool. This text was a mess, but I do feel better after writing it. I won't admit it though, can't get them all too uppity on me.
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Post by Gris on Sept 9, 2023 4:37:22 GMT -5
2: After the first classes, the danger room training and the lake party So I'm doing this, I'm typing a journal as advised. I could talk things with Jake, Sechs... or Sam. But some stuff I'm not sure about how to feel, so I'm not sure what I'd say to them. Maybe writing it down helps, as counseled, I've to put some effort considering all they are doing for my brother and me. Speaking of my brother, he had some trouble adapting, high tech is a bit weird for us grease monkeys- Dad used to call us that.
Hm.
So yeah, Dunn is having some issues with the tech? Or does he bring that up every time I start implying that he fancies someone from the school? I'm happy for him if he does, but it's unexpected. I guess we both need someone to resort to after all that happened, after all that happened with dad and the house, the changes can be a lot without support. So yeah, I'm glad he likes someone, whoever it is, and I hope they like him back, he deserves some support. I have Sam for that
I mean
Not like I fancy her that way, just saying that she has been nice to have close by, with her attitude and her smile
Wait. Waitwaitwaitaiwiataitait
what the fuck
I don't have a crush on my roommate right? Right?
Fuck
I don't know
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