Avalon (Where Puck's CAD's Dwell!)

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Introduction

Born in the wastelands of the United States Jeremy Baits grew up tough and capable. His single mother, Kara raised him to be able to fend for himself almost from the time he could walk. Because of her mutation they lead a moderately peaceful life. She was an extremely capable illusionist. Between her powers and her knowledge she was able to protect them both for a very long time.

Unfortunately not everything lasts forever. When Jeremy was fourteen his mutations began to act up. They had been dormant for so long his mother had hoped he didn’t have any. She secretly prayed she could send him across the continent for a better life in the next year. She almost had enough currency.

The cards were not in her hands. After realizing her sons mutations Kara began to fracture. As a Telepath Jeremy would be coveted by nearly all the mutant factions vying for control over the continent. She knew if they stayed in any one place for to long they would draw attention. They moved. For two years they stayed on the move, traveling across the continent. Jeremy picked up his skills as best he could. His mother helped him as much as she could. She had minor telepathic abilities herself, remotely tied to her illusions. She schooled him in theories and did her best to convey an education to him, patchwork at best it was all she could do.

When Jeremy turned sixteen Kara passed away. It would be more accurate to say they were ambushed by mutant raiders and all of her skill at running and deception could not save them. A short fight took place, it ended when one of the raiders hit Kara with a strange bolt of light. In a desperate effort to ensure her son remained free Kara wove an illusion of startling power. She created an illusion that took root in the raiders very conscience, she turned four fully grown men into children. The effort exhausted her. Combined with the weakening effects of the mutants power Kara could not recover.

Jeremy had grown up listening to his mother, he had been raised to avoid tangling himself with either of the mutant Super powers. This reinforced her words, even so, he knew he would have to do something. Leaving the children to their devices, for they were no longer men, Jeremy buried his mother and headed to the borders of the Warlords territory. He spent three years training himself at the border. Working and doing what he needed, no matter how revile to hone his skills. He practiced his telepathy on the drunk, mad and suicidal. He learned computer skills from Warlord patrol groups and even began to muddle through the arts of secrecy and espionage.

When Jeremy turned twenty he died. He created two new individuals. He took the name Adrian and fashioned a life for himself. He was a weak and inefficient precognitive with some skills at computer engineering. Once he was established as a nobody he crafted Nihil. A no nonsense powerful Telepathic mercenary who would do quite a bit for the right price. He played the fences of warlords and minor mutant factions alike. Going where he pleases and doing as he wishes. He downplays his abilities just enough to ensure the factions won’t bother actively trying to recruit him. So far its worked, but now things stir and Nihil must take care in his actions. One slip up can land him in hell.

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Adrian[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Nihil[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Mutant[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] White[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Sky Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 21[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 200 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Homosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] At six feet two inches Adrian is tall. If his body is ever seen it is toned and healthily muscled. He possesses clear sky blue eyes and a devil may care expression.

Nihil is clad from head to toe in a thin gray body suit. Over that are street clothes of an assortment, generally pertaining to the area he is in at the time. He wears a full black mask and usually maintains a tan duster jacket to complete his ensemble.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Adrian is quiet and reserved. A brilliant mind and a skilled tactician he maintains as ordinary a life as possible. He downplays his abilities and flies under the radar of the great mutant powers. He avoids conflict and battle with others over the trivial things, yet always seems to have enough to survive.

Nihil is efficient and cold. A master of espionage and assignations he hires himself to either side of the mutant struggles against each other and the humans. He is very selective of the tasks he takes and refuses any key roles that may turn the tide. It leaves him with a position no greater than a glorified errand boy, but a extremely efficient one. [/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 6i[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 1[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]3[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 12[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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Standard (Distance/Area) Chart:

~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]Standard Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][/tr][tr][td]Telepathy: 4[/td][td]
Psionic ability to subvert a victims will and enforce ones own. It takes a variety of forms and the most powerful Telepaths are capable of near god like feats within the mind.

~Medium (Range 4 unassisted by stones)
~Stones vs. targets Int+mental defense if applicable for effect (Including ESP: Read minds)
~Defensive modifier vs. mental attacks equal to AN
~ESP: Read minds. 1 stone to read surface thoughts, +1 stone to remain undetected +1 stone for deeper thoughts +1 stone for multiple targets
~1 stone/panel to maintain control or continuous effect

~Intelligence Bonus
~Create Links with others
~Project Thoughts/Control Others
~Mental Bolts
~Telepathic Communication[/td][/tr]
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[tr][td]Close Combat: 4[/td][td]
~Agility Bonus/Weapon Modifier
~Mixed Martial Arts
~Dirty fighting
~Knife/Sai work
~Longblades[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Ranged Combat: 4[/td][td]
~Agility Bonus/Weapon Modifier
~Extended Bullwhip
~Handguns
~Sniper Rifles
~Darts, Throwing Knives [/td][/tr]
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[tr][td]Black Ops/Spying: 3[/td][td] Skilled in methods and tricks of espionage. Emphasis on counterespionage, field intelligence, infiltration, info gathering. Etc.

~Infiltration/Extraction
~Survival behind enemy lines
~Escape
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[tr][td]Computers: 3[/td][td]
Expertise in computers

~Hacking
~Reprogramming
~Hardware[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Telekinesis: 4[/td][td] Psionic ability to manipulate grab/throw objects

~Bought with Telepathy
~Stones vs. resistance similar to lifting. When lifting or throwing or levitating self or others treat action number as str. Add 1 stone difficulty per 10 feet of distance.
~Intelligence Bonus to AN
~Use as close combat or ranged combat
~Stones can‘t be split between attack and defense
~Use AN as STR
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[tr][td]Flight: 4[/td][td] Ability to fly, Move through the air at varying speeds

~Bought with Telekinesis
~Speed is 2 when carrying others[/td][/tr]
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Reflexive Dodge: 3	Trained reflexes allow one to avoid danger to the physical form. (Does not help against Telepathy)
Defense Mental:	4
Precognitive Flashes:	Less than Prescience more than déjà vu. The character gains the ability to receive warnings from the GM when something or someone the character commits to protecting is in danger. ~Sometimes gains advanced warnings when self is in danger.
Photographic Memory:	Able to remember everything they have seen or heard in exact detail. ~I can go read back posts roleplay wise!

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Being a Mutant 3w	~Adrian is a fairly diversely capable Mutant in the current world. He attempts to ply the filed. Keeping his personal life and Nihils separate. The Mutant warlords know Nihil as a powerful and capable Telepath with an assortment of useful skills in espionage. The surrounding mutants where Adrian lives know him as a worthless mutant with barely an ounce of precognitive abilities. Adrian relies on this to straddle the fence.
Conflicting Interests 2w	Adrian knows leading a life as Nihil is dangerous, nevertheless he deems it necessary. Even so he has qualms about double dealing with the mutant Warlods, often times they conflict with his personal commandments. The main one being. “Though shall not do anything to get oneself killed.”
Deadly Enemies: 3	The totalitarian government of Eurasia despises Nihil. They hate his efficiency in skirmishes and other minor tasks he does for the Mutant Warlods. They recognize his skill in tactics and espionage and are always trying to bring him into their custody They have vast resources, only Nihils keen intellect, honed paranoia and Mutant abilities have kept him out of their hands so far..
Guilty Conscience 2w	Adrian suffers from conflicted interests in his day to day life and sub life. Giving birth to those conflicts is a well of guilt the young man carries around with him. Some of the things he is paid to do crosses with innocence, and sometimes those innocents get hurt. While he can‘t afford to let that interfere with Nihils doings Adrian suffers greatly for them. He has learned to build walls around him in the waking hours to function, though at night more often than not nightmares plague his dreams.

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Introduction:

Note: Rated TV-PG (D for mildly suggestive dialogue/minor drug use (cigarettes/marijuana) Don’t do drugs! Drugs are bad >: Marijuana is a drug!)
V for mild violence (Bullying)

Pre-Teen

“THANATOS BALTHAZAR BLAKE! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” A curly haired youth no older than twelve winced at the sharp crack of his mothers voice. Gulping down the acrid taste of fear the boy peeked around the pillar he had chosen as his cover. The mall was crowded and with his fledgling stealth skills his mother couldn’t see him. For all its worth Lina Blake was a formidable women. She ruled her household with a velvet gloved iron fist. She was a fair women, but a stern one, especially when one of her children did something wrong, like now.

For the umpteenth time in an hour Than wished more than anything he were like any normal kid. Sadly he wasn’t. If the long sleeved turtleneck, gloves and body suit tailored clothing he wore in the middle of summer didn’t make him stand out his waist length curly hair did. No matter how much he begged his mother she would not allow him to cut it, and the suit was more for his protection than fashion, he had terrible allergies to most metals and developed painful rashes the instant his skin made contact with any.

Shaking his head Than shifted his attention away from his defects and back to his current situation. The utter chaotic destruction of the cell phone vendors stall. He could already see how it would play out. His mother would find him, he’d insist that he didn’t do anything (And he didn’t!) She’d insist he did. He’d tell her about the bullies, she’d scold him about being the bigger person. And then he’d be punished. Its so not fair!

A sharp crack above his left ear elicited a loud yelp from Than. The youths emerald tinted eyes flickered up and widened at the fracture running up the pillar. Somehow the stone was splintering before his very eyes. Terrified of being crushed Than darted away from the pillar and hurried towards his Mother. Even at such a tender age he knew better than to run and draw attention to himself, no need to get in more trouble for something that also wasn’t his fault.

“THANATOS!” His mothers shriek was nearly as painful as that one time he thought it would be cool to see what happens when he stuck a metal fork in his mouth. Adopting an appropriately contrite expression he trailed after his mom. Even out of the Mall his attention remained on that cracked pillar.

“Ack!” Thanatos Blake hit the ground with a soft thud. The youth’s emerald tinted eyes narrowed in annoyance at the massive block of pure stupid looming over him. Unwilling to be on his knees before the bully and his cronies Than pushed himself to his feet and brushed his clothing off. The ugly blue school uniform was dark enough to hide any stains accumulated from his brief encounter with the bathroom floor. At fourteen and five feet eleven inches the young man was already taller than most of his classmates. Unfortunately he was also slimmer, built for speed instead of muscle.

What I wouldn’t give for a muscle bound body like this nitwit right now. Slowly Thanatos shifted his feet, their were three of them, second string football players from the looks of it. One was even in a few of his classes. They had gotten the jump on him as he was washing his hands, but now that he had a heads up he was confident enough he could give them the slip. He just needed an opening. Plastering one of his trademark grins (The one that manages to be suggestive and condescending all at once) Than leaned against the sinks and focused his attention on the lead bulldog. “Jumping a guy in the bathroom, if I didn‘t know any better I‘d think you were hoping to catch a glimpse of something Johnny boy”

This time Than was ready for the lunge, as he expected John was big, dumb, pretty, and slow. As Than easily ducked the outstretched he couldn’t help but monologue to himself. Explains why he’s only second string Laying one hand on Johns overextended arm and the other around the jocks neck Than invaded his personal space, as much fun as he would have had lingering there he shifted his center and spun the jock into one of his friends. The result was gratifying. “Tossed by a fairy, that’s got to be embarrassing Johnny boy”

Unfortunately for Than gloating and self defense at the same time never worked out well for him. While he mocked Johns third future thug tackled him from behind and maneuvered him into a headlock. Skilled Than may be, he still suffered the lays of physics. This particular law being the big muscle man squishes the not so big non muscle man. This close and personal he could smell the Ax on his captors clothing, beneath that the layer of sweat that marked the fresh out of gym boys. “Great, trapped in a small room, probably going to be raped by testosterone spiked steroids on feet” Another unfortunate vice of Than‘s was his mouth, sarcasm came easy to him, especially when he was stressed

Therefore the sharp pain in his gut wasn’t completely unexpected. Doing his best to breath through the pain Thane raised his head high, determined to take his beating as stoically as possible. He didn’t have to hold out long, unconsciousness overrode pain after the first few punches, he slipped into darkness with the sensation of liquid trailing down his face and a ringing laugh echoing in his head “#@#@ you fairy”

Aged-Teen

“Th-Thanatos please, you don’t have to do this” Lina Blake’s voice was the furthest from her usual tone. It cracked and bled with sorrow, the terror of loosing a child and the distress of knowing it would happen whether she wanted to or not. The tone was enough to convince Than to stay even though he knew it were impossible. He settled for a long hug, his mother trembled in his arms, each shake tore into his heart but he knew if he stayed her and his sister would have more than emotional problems. Today’s accident proved that.

“Mother please, it’s only for a little while, just to get myself together, to think about things.” Lina’s sobs became background noise as Than’s mind shifted to the fiasco hours ago. Kalio Blake, Than’s grouchy, crotchety grandfather had arrived. Having sold his home in Florida he relocated to Las Angeles. Ever since..ever Kalio and Thanatos had never gotten along. For some reason the old man simply did not like the boy. True to form the first words out of his mouth when he arrived lashed at the sixteen year old youth. “When I was sixteen I was captain of the football team, basketball team and had a steady relationship with a beautiful ‘girl’ for two years.” Than winced at the slight stress on the word girl. It was a reoccurring issue with Kalio. The old man slowly made his way to the living room couch. His cane clicked along the ground, each sound accentuating the barbs he so carelessly tossed at his grandson. Like all mothers Lina intervened when she thought appropriate, still balanced between a loving mom and a obedient daughter. “Leave him be Father, all children are different.”

“Yes yes, but to different isn’t good” Kalio’s stern voice bruised Thanatos, it battered his already tattered ego. No matter how much was wounded he learned to veil his pain and so he did. Adopting one of his favorite masks. “Sorry we couldn’t all be gloriously successful gramps.” The smirk he donned was one of his favorites, rebellious and respectful, he perfected it just for his grandfather. Kalio was unimpressed “Take my bags to my room boy”

Though his grandfather annoyed him to no end, his behavior reaffirmed Thanatos’ decision. That night he kissed his mother and sister goodbye and left home. It was nowhere as nearly dramatic as his mother tried to make it seem. He was staying at a friends home for a few months. Besides, a few months living with at least one other guy as opposed to a house full of females was a private wish Orion harbored, and a sore point the held with his unknown father.

Elder-Teen

“Come on man, just take a hit.” Thanatos Balthazar Blake stared at his friend thoughtfully. Jacob Mark was his best friend and a little weak for grass. He held the joint out with his trademark grin. That annoyingly sexy one that dared puck as much as it teased him. “Oh fine.” Telling himself it was the spirit of adventure and not his unrequited crush on his straight as an arrow best friend Puck took the joint and took a short drag. Immediately he begin to cough up smoke. It burned his lungs and made breathing a thing one did not do for avoid discomfort. Jacob chuckled and took the rolled up blunt from his hands and took another pull.

“Heh, put some hair on your chest Thany” Ignoring the glare Than sent his way Jacob held his breath and exhaled slowly before offering ot to his slowly recovering friend. Than shook his head vigorously. “No thanks, I like breathing.” Jacobs laughter was rich, it rolled through the living room despite originating in smoke filled lungs. “Come on man, one more time, we’ll shotgun it.” Curious Than cut a suspicious glare at Jacob “Shotgun?” Jake’s trademark grin was back, sometimes Than thought he knew exactly how he felt about him and abused that grin to get his way..just not in the manner Than daydreamed about. “Yea, when I tell you open your mouth and breath.”

Than’s large emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he considered Jakes offer. On one hand he didn’t really care for smoking, on the other Jake was sitting on his couch in a short T getting high..yea. Man..the things a guy does for love. Nodding his consent Than leaned back and waited. He watched as Jacob pulled a long drag off the joint and held his breath for two seconds, his hand rose to draw Thans face to him and he nodding twice before opening his mouth. Automatically Than responded, a lot of his fantasies started this way, unfortunately all that happened was a gentle puff of fumes washing over his face. He remembered to breath and inhaled the fumes. It was pleasant compared to his first attempt, still didn’t do much for him. Being in kissing range was far more invigorating, so he’d milk this shotgun thing as much as he could.

Tonight was his last night at the Mark residence, after that he wouldn’t go to all the parties and raves, wouldn’t hang out with street rats and a fair few gang members. Wouldn’t even have a chance to get high. Wouldn’t sleep next door to Jacob, yea getting high wasn’t his first choice for a last day bonding ritual but he’d take it.

Young Adult

Thanatos Balthazar Blake sat in the front row, window seat of his only class of the day. Professor Hadren was droning on about the ethics of the American government past and present. All extremely boring. It was a day in and day out thing. The only failing grace was his arrangements with David. They were meeting after classes to decide on the latest club to go to. That thought brought a smirk to Than’s face. Two years ago he wouldn’t be caught dead going to clubs. A few weeks with David and he’s taking a walk on the wild side.

Tugged out of his daydream by the professors dismissal Than gathered his things and made his way to Davids dorm. Maybe he’d torment the guy some more..though knowing David Than would end up the one tortured for even daring to run a game on the savvy physics student.

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Thanatos Balthazar Blake[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Puck[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Half-Faerie[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Chocolate Brown[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Green[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 19[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 185 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Homosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] At six feet three inches Thanatos is tall, his body is lean and healthily muscled, From the perfect cut of his hair, the absolute toned body and pristine clothing the man is clearly a stickler for his appearance. Sun kissed golden olive toned skin accentuates brilliant emerald eyes and a devil may care grin that promises as much amusement and pleasure as mischief.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Thanatos is a complex individual, if asked his favorite song he will rattle off half a dozen from any genre, if asked his favorite color he will respond with a different selection each time. When questioned he would reply with a wicked grin and a wink. “I’m eclectic.” The young man is quick to smile, quicker to flirt and absolutely loves to play pranks[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]4[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 12[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr][/table]

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Hex Spheres are a finite pocket of reality-disrupting quasi-psionic force, which upon reaching its intended target causes disturbance in the molecular-level probability field surrounding the target. Thus, unlikely phenomena will occur. Hexes have a wide, almost limitless variety of recorded and possible effects, though they often boil down to a kind of Deus Ex Machina superpower. They have been known to alter the molecular composition, negate or distort physical laws, alter the physical state of physical objects; the sudden melting of gun barrels, the spontaneous combustion of any flammable object, the rapid rust or decay of various organic and inorganic materials, the poltergeist-like deflection of an object in flight, the sudden evacuation of air from a given volume, the disruption of energy transmissions and fields, and so on. These phenomena occur practically instantaneously after the completion of the hex. [/td][/tr]
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~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Hex Sphere Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 3[/td][td]
~Mixed Martial Arts
~Tai Chi
~Tessenjutsu (Tessen, Wood, Bronze)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Ranged Combat: 3[/td][td]
~Longbow
~Theory of Marksmanship
~Darts, Throwing Knives (Hard plastic-delivered via Tessen)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Social Skills: 5[/td][td]
~Occult Communities
~Seduction
~Sarcasm
~Street Smarts
~Humor[/td][/tr]
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Defense Energy:	2
Defense Mental:	2
Reflexive Dodge:	3
Targeting:	2
Extended Life/Immortality	~Determine Which age you wish to appear ~Decide when you wish to age ~Won't die naturally

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(Special vulnerabilities) Half-Faerie Blood	~Iron/Steel objects (Including Bio-organic steel) do 2x Damage, and touch causes pain.
Prying Relatives, friends, associates	~Family, and friends note Than's reluctance to go to a few places, its nowhere frequent enough to press often but occasionally. Mother-Lina Blake ~Lina Blake is a fortress, a single mother of two children Lina maintains a caring loving demeanor with one hand and the iron fist of a Matron with the other. However in the following years of Thanatos' life (Puberty, awakening of his powers) she has sensed something off with her son, it worries her and despite a vow to give him space to grow into a young man she can't help but keep an eye open for whatever ailments plague her son. Aserio Balthazar-Father ~A fey Aserio has never been in Thanatos' life. At least not to the boys knowledge, not much is known about him for Lina refuses to speak about her baby-daddy, no matter how hard her children press. Sister-Akira Blake ~Than's younger sister Akira is a beacon of adorable light in the young mans life. Warm, energetic, and outspoken Akira manages to be both a breath of fresh air and a annoyingly accurate extra conscious for Than. Even so these qualities make her a nuisance that can't help but poke her nose into Than's business at every opportunity. Even so, Than adores his little sister. Suspicious Grandfather-Kalio Blake ~Kalio Blake is Lina's father, an old man whos seen much in his time, whether its his grandsons odd behavior, or unusable looks Kalio tries to keep an annoyingly close eye on the young man, made all the more possible with his relocation into the Blake families household.
Won't/Can't ride in cars, trains, planes	~Metal death traps.
Major Psychological restriction	~Will not even touch swords, guns, iron/steel utensils, obsessive about checking labels and components.
Minor Vulnerable, loved ones at risk of powers-1	~Mystic Powers tuned to emotions, semi hormonal teen working through several issues, (Homosexuality) Than poses a minor problem to his households state fop well being, generally to appliances.

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Sash of Levitation-

Accidentally crafted by Thanatos in one of his first forays into his powers. The effect he desired was accomplished, just not in the manner he wished. ~Flight 3 for free

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(Contemplative, playful)

(Mischievous, rowdy, joyous)
(Mellow, happy, pleased)

(Introverted, emo, sorrowful)

(Playful, giddy, excited)

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Orion James Baxtor[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] N/A[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Mutant[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Auburn Brown[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Ice Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 16[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 200 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Homosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td]At six feet three inches Orion is tall, very tall for his age, his body is heavyset and healthily muscled. He tends to wear t shirts, muscle shirts or anything else than leaves his arms free. He's fairly vain about his physique.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] On the surface Orion is a fairly laid back young man. He's eclectic, a gym bunny with a geeks soul. He enjoys random trivia, anime, and video games as much as martial arts and keeping his body well cared for. However their are darker aspects of himself that he keeps hidden, locked away in walls of denial, pain and loss.[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td]15[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 7[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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Standard Weight of Manipulation Chart	~1-100 lbs ~2-100-250 lbs ~3-250-1000 lbs ~4-1000 lbs-2 tons ~5-2-5 tons ~6-5-10 tons
Standard Distance of Manipulation Chart	~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]Animal Training: 1[/td][td]
~Cats [/td][/tr]
[td][/tr][tr][td]Computers: 3[/td][td]
~Hacking
~Software
~Maintenance[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 3[/td][td]
~Krav magna
~Sai
~Mixed Martial Arts[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Ranged Combat: 3[/td][td]
~Handguns
~Shuriken
~Shotgun[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Social Skills: 3[/td][td]
~Seduction
~Street smarts
~Humor[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]General Knowledge: 2[/td][td]
~Social Outings/Clubbing
~Health and Fitness[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Mastery of Weather (6)[/td][td]
The psionic ability to manipulate weather patterns over limited areas. Ability to stimulate the creation of any form of precipitation such as rain or fog, generate winds in varying degrees of intensity up to and including hurricane force, raise or lower the humidity and temperature in the immediate vicinity, induce lightning and other electrical atmospheric phenomena, and disperse natural storms so as to create clear change. Also capable of directing the path of certain atmospheric effects, such as bolts of lightning.
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[tr][td]~Mastery of Weather: Create/Manipulate[/td][td]
Ability to create/manipulate barriers/walls/obstacles in the form of wind, hail, storms, fog, etc
~ Duration 1 stone/panel[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]~Mastery of Weather Force Blast[/td][td]
Ability to project devastating blasts of mastered element.
~Range 4
~Lightning 2x dmg,
~Wind hail, normal dmg,
~Storms hurricanes, area effect
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[tr][td]~Mastery of Weather Free Force Field[/td][td]
Use of powers projects an automatic defensive force field.
~Adds An Number of mastery to Defense from general pool[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Mastery of Plants (4)[/td][td]
Grants power over plant life, often imparting a type of sentience to those flora under the power.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]~Mastery of Plants: Create/Manipulate[/td][td]
Ability to Summon and control flore. Create barriers, and objects from flora. coax unnaturally fast growth.
~Barriers/objects Duration 1 stone/panel [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]~Communicate With Flora[/td][td]
Ability to mentally communicate with plant life[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Telekinesis (4)[/td][td]
May manipulate grab throw objects (stones vs. resistance similar to lifting). When lifting or throwing or levitating self or others treat action number as str. Add 1 stone difficulty per 10 feet of distance.
~Intelligence Bonus to AN
~Fairy like manifestation usually in the form of glitter, sparkles, pixie dust.
~Use as close combat or ranged combat
~Use AN as STR
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Defense Mental:	2
Reflexive Dodge:	3
Extended Life	Possesses an extended life
Accelerated Healing Factor	Ability to heal immediately and recover fatigue with incredible speed. ~Heal 1 white stone per 2 panels ~Regenerate 3 red stones per panel for every 2 white stones of health you have ~Only in effect near plants
Sonar Senses (3)	Imprints a 3-D contour picture of the physical elements in mutants environment. Will detect invisible objects. ~Detects size/shape of physical objects (determines if they are in fact physical but not if alive etc.) ~Perceive outlines/shapes at range of 100 feet per modifier # modifier vs. resistance
Enhanced Vision	Grants enhanced and unusual sight ~Views Auras and life energies.

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Being a Mutant	Despite his human appearance anti mutant sentiments still cut at Orion, though he's loathed to admit it, often veiling his true emotions behind shallow laughs and frivolous behavior.
Prying Relatives, friends, associates	Mother- Alyssia Baxtor Alyssia Baxtor was once a tough as nails women. A single mom ex cop she raised her two kids with love, care, and a belt. Spare the rod spoil the child was one of her favorite sayings. Despite that she was completely supportive of Orions sexuality and rebellious phase. (Even though she squashed it as soon as she deemed fit). Since the loss of her youngest, she's been a shadow of a women, dark and cold. Her goal has become centered around Watching Orion, following him when she can spare and doing her best to find out what he was into that got her baby killed. Blaming Orion for Kiana's death she holds little love for her son now. Younger Sister- Kiana Annete Baxtor (Deceased) Kiana Annete Baxtor was a bright and cheerful young women. Two years Orion's junior she tailed after her brother at all possible times. Generally this suited their mother. Until Lydia followed Orion somewhere neither were supposed to be, and paid the price for it.
Haunted Past	At fourteen Orion began to frequent more racy establishments. Clubs that catered to oddballs and strange things. Some or the more dicey places that held live fight entertainment, gambling and hookers. Naturally such illegal establishments would send his mother into a frenzy. Thus Orion kept it secret. Unfortunately Kiana was not content to simply know her brother was defying mother, but wished to know how. One night she stole off, following her brother, she followed him to the club that asked for no id, she followed him to the rooms that viewed the cage matches, she followed him into the alley. Unbeknown to Kiana, as she followed him someone else followed her. As he made his transaction in the alley someone else used those same drug's he enjoyed to abuse his sister, they drug into the club and made Kiana a toy. She survived long enough for Orion to find her. Long enough to smile, long enough to embed a memory sharper than any dagger into his heart. That night Orion found who had ended his sisters life, and took theirs. In the darkest most brutal manner he could imagine. guilt that led to revenge ate and ate. the broken youth managed to tell his mother and he hit the streets. Spending two years in drugs and pain.

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EQUIPMENT

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THEME

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Pre Kiana's Death



After Kiana's Death



Now




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Introduction

Remy Jean Thériot stood at the gates of the Thériot estate. Clad in a pair of dark slacks with a pale lavender dress shirt and an assortment of pale silver jewelry the young man looked more like a male model than a Voodoo Priest. It had been at least four years since he last walked the grounds of his ancestral home. Even so long ago he could feel the thrum of power that radiated from the mansion. The ground of Thériot Manor was sacred. Dozens of Houngon and Mambos added to its complexity with each lifetime. Beneath his feet he could feel the initiates. Those who guard the Thériot family. He knew as the head of the family a word from him would awaken them to his bidding. Of course in this day and age awakening corpses was never a particularly wise course of action. Amused at his own musings Remy turned dark chocolate eyes to his new groundskeeper. His voice was rich and deep, slightly flavored with a French tint. “Rinaldao, have five of those stone tables in the cellar brought up and arrange one in each sitting room around the Manner, take care not to damage them. Leaving his groundskeeper to his work Remy strode past the gates and into his domain. Unlike a normal person Remy bypassed the house and headed straight to the woods behind it. After removing his loafers his hand moved to a Gris-Gris around his neck and the world immediately grayed out. Sound and light faded leaving Remy in utter silence. The trees fell away as Remy began to move. He was ghost walking, an unpleasant method of travel but it was the quickest and easiest way to reach the Bayou from his home. The trees parted around him and animals ignored his presence, besides he dare not cross into the Guinee so close to the Sacred ground. Thankfully his trip was short. As a bright clear light shone through the trees Remy steps between and fell out of the Ghost walk. Like the Manor he surveyed the Temple. It was exactly how he left it. As soon as his bare feet touched the earth of the temple whispers filled his ears. He had much to ask and more to answer as his ancestors and those they served welcomed him back into the fold. That night in Louisiana a son returned home, and a servant stayed just long enough to be sent out again. Why the Loa decided his destination to be a bustling city he did not know, nor would he question, directly.

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Remy Jean Thériot[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Houngon[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Human[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Black[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Dark brown[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 21[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 200 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Bi-sexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td]At six feet two inches Remy is tall. He is well built with muscles that are more toned than rippling. By the way he moves its clear that his muscles are for show and perhaps health not use. His hands are remarkably unclosed. He is always decked in the latest fashion and seems to take particular care in his appearance. [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Remy is a charming young man. Polite with the right amount of mystique. Hes quick to draw one in his world and if they are not careful devour their soul for the pleasures he can afford them. While Remy speaks fluent English his native tongue is a blend of English and French. At times of greats tress his speech patterns will deteriorate into a Cajun drawl. [/td][/tr][/table]

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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 1[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]0[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td]18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr][/table]

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Standard Weight of Manipulation Chart	~1-100 lbs ~2-100-250 lbs ~3-250-1000 lbs ~4-1000 lbs-2 tons ~5-2-5 tons ~6-5-10 tons
Standard Distance of Manipulation Chart	~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]Social Skills: 3[/td][td]
~Charm
~Underworld
~Occult Community [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Personal Action: Evil Eye: 4[/td][td]
The Evil eye is the bloodline gift of the Theriot family. It enables the children to utilize the secrets required to become powerful practitioners of the Voodoo arts.

(Functions like telepathy/Mesmerism)
~Accumulate Energy (For Voodoo related spells only)
~Illusions
~Int bonus
~Project Thoughts/Control others
~Requires Eye Contact
~Others not shielded from Power
~Cant be improved by adding lines.[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Hoodoo Healing: 4[/td][td]
Ability to utilize Voodoo Knowledge and Mystical ability to heal and repair harm.

~Can‘t be improved by adding lines
~Magical Healing
~Can Heal or regenerate AN # of red stones/panel
~Spend 1 red stone to heal/restore 1 red stone
~Can heal AN# of white stones/day
~Spend 3 red to heal 1 white
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[/tr][tr][td]Magical Travel: 4[/td][td]
~Astral (Dream walking)
~Teleport (Through Dimension-Underworld/Guinee -Spirit realm- Can view through portal before entering)
~Walking (World walking)
~Partial animal transformation
~Can‘t be improved by adding lines[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Voodoo: 4[/td][td]
Akin to witchcraft voodoo is generally practiced by witch doctors, Bokor and Houngon. It is a heavily religious field and those who follow it walk between shadow and light.

~Ability/ Bonus/Weapon to modifier (Actions only)
~Communication with the dead (Requires sentimental object from person, body part or at location of death)
~Communicate with forces of nature, beasts. Birds, loa etc. Requests and speech not summoning
~Scrying through animal sight
~Zombies.
~Zombie Brew
~Weakness/Curses
~Cause Injury/Pain
~Voodoo Dolls
~Fear
~Herbalist
~Poisons/Potions[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Summoning: 4[/td][td]
Voodoo Focus, bringing into being the Loa or other spirits of the Guinee.

~Call and direct energies of summoned being.
~Binding
~Invoking
~Maintaining control
~Automatically causes collateral damage (Possibly to Remy)
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MODIFIERS

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Reflexive Dodge:	3
Enhanced Vision: 1	Grants enhanced and unusual sight ~Views Auras.
Mental Defense:	4

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Being a Houngon: 3w	As a descendent of an ancient line of Houngon and Mambo Remy feels the press of responsibility clearly. In a world where magic is smoke and mirror and the gods and spirits are second rate he struggles daily to maintain his faith and do what is required. More than once he has suffered persecution for claiming his title, often enough it leads to violence outside of the Voodoo community.
Blames Society For Situation: 1w	Remy blames society for loosing the gift of belief. He despises how technology has overshadowed the old ways.
Disliked and shunned: 2w	When his title is used Remy is often disliked and shunned by the general (Proper) Public. He doesn‘t care as most of his work lies within the circle. ~-2 situational modifier to social interactions outside of the occult community.
Extreme Vanity: 2w	Remy is rather vain, not only about his appearance (Though he is quite vain about that) But his craft, his duties, even his mannerisms. He takes pride in presenting himself to the world, prime and spiritual. If something threatens that pride he tends to harbor revenge. As the saying goes, only a fool screws with a Shadow man.
Guilty Conscience: 2w	Remys grandmother, Mambo Lydia, the current head of his Family suffered an agonizing death at the hands of a spirit he failed to banish properly. A simple mistake that Lydia counted on him to address. Remy‘s vanity about perfection in his craft stems from a deep seated guilt and sorrow over the fiasco. When he takes a task he make sit his responsibility to complete it to the best of his abilities. Morals and ethics take a back seat.

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EQUIPMENT

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THEME

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[Puck]

Ahote is a Shaman in training for his tribe, Upon the arrival of the strange men and their steam technology he appealed to his ancestor spirits for the power to assist the stranger in driving away the interlopers. His ancestors replied and granted him the power of an avatar spirit, the ability to call upon the beasts of the world and nature.

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Ahote (Restless One)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Human[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Black[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Amber[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 21[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 190 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Two Souled[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] Ahote is tall, with a well cared for body framed by waist length strands of ebony hair He has a myriad of tribal tattoos.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Ahote is a young member of his tribe. Strong and mighty with the power of the spirits in his soul. He can be impulsive and aggressive as well as tranquil and calm. He is a skilled tracker and utilizes both his honed talents and special abilities to serve his tribe. [/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 15[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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Standard (Distance/Area) Chart:

~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]Standard Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][/tr][tr][td]Concentration: 1[/td][td]
Concentration on one thing to the exclusion of all else.

~Intelligence Bonus
~Ask questions about situation to gm[/td][/tr]
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[tr][td]Close Combat: 4[/td][td]
~Ability Bonus
~Tribal Combat
~Wrestling
~Combine With Power
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[/tr][tr][td]Ranged Combat: 4[/td][td]
~Ability Bonus
~Bow and Arrow
~Hatchet
~Throwing Knife
~Combine With Power[/td][/tr]
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[tr][td]Social Skills: 3[/td][td] Skilled in methods of communication

~Native American Culture
~Multiple Languages
~Animal Behavior
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[tr][td]Hunting/Tracking: 5[/td][td]
Skill in tracking, tailing or hunting a trail.
~Bought with power
~Stalk (Follow)
~Follow Trail
~Trace Scent
~Set up/spot ambush
~Set up/spot traps[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Metamorphosis: 6[/td][td] Temporarily change one or more physical Action, Ability, or modifier by 1 stone for each stone paid

~Uncontrollable without Device (Talisman that requires a month to make and baptism under a full moon)
~Efficient
~1 red stone per panel
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Reflexive Dodge: 2	Trained reflexes allow one to avoid danger to the physical form. (Does not help against Telepathy)
Defense Mental:	3
Toughness: 3	Traied for endurance and stamina the body is able to absorb more stress..
Radar Sense: 2	Senses function with superhuman efficiency, Able to perceive minute details at feet=An ~Mod vs. Resistance ~Can be combined with Concentration

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CHALLENGES

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Being a Shaman 3w	Ahote is a shaman in training. With the heart of a warrior and a wanderer and destined to server the tribe he finds himself deferred to and or disliked by various people in and out of his tribe. However sometimes his tribe does not understand that their well being lies with the pale ones.
Conflicting Interests 2w	As a Shaman in training Ahote is bound to duty for his tribe, but as a avatar of the spirits he is as his namesake, restless. This causes problems when he’s tasked to serve his people and follow his heart.
Deadly Enemies: 3	Ahote has vowed to step up and assist the stranger in turning back the strangers with their odd technology. He knows that the town is the first line of defense before they People are next on the targets. As both a shaman and a advesary he draws aggression from the strangers and their steam weapons.
Guilty Conscience 2w	Ahote suffers from a guilty conscience. Though he knows in his heart he is meant to do more than be a half trained shaman, he also feels the pull of his duty, as such he finds it impossible to assist his people when they ask, even should it cause a great deal of trouble for him.

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EQUIPMENT

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Current Talisman	Wristband made of the skin of several desert animals.
Bow and Arrow Set	(30 arrows)
Throwing Hatchets	(3) 2x dmg

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THEME SONG

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[Puck]

INTRODUCTION

Three years ago

“Focus Caliban, this is very important, you mustn’t make a mistake when dealing with such beings” Akasha D’iales admonished her grandson from the one of the two pentagrams etched in silver directly in the center of her study. Resplendent in robes of dark violet trimmed with silver the steel haired women looked all the world like a powerful and fearsome sorceress. Despite appearing no more than fifty that was exactly what she was. Akasha D’iales was of one of the few families of witches that specialized in a specific section of magic. Summoning and Invocation, the ability to call upon other more powerful beings was the focus for their family.

Sixteen year old Caliban D’iales had finally advanced far enough in his studies to accompany his grandmother on a conjuring. Tall and naturally muscled with raven black hair, crystal blue eyes, and an aristocratic nose he appeared to be a boy more interested in dates and socializing than spending his Saturday evenings in a basement with his grandmother. That was farther from the truth. Akasha was going to call a minor creature, a spirit of air and intellect who could offer her answers to a few vexing questions. He couldn’t wait to see how it was done. “Now remember Caliban, only perform a summoning when you must, these are creatures and entities with lives just like yours, they do not always take kindly to being called upon.” Caliban could only nod in agreement to his grandmother’s stern words. If pressed he would be able to recall every detail, but for now his attention was on the circle. He had never seen a summoning before and was extremely curious how it would be.

He gave a short little jiggle before Akasha‘s stern gaze pinned Caliban to the spot. “You should always research before you cast a summoning Caliban, knowing the creatures name will greatly reduce the amount of your own power you must utilize in the rite. However, once you do form a contract you should immediately form an alias for it, for names are powerful things and neither you nor they wish to have them bandied around for others to use.” Akasha pats the large tome floating before her. “This Grimoir is spelled to open only for our family, it holds the names and information on countless creatures, it will be yours one day, but you must still, never forget the basics.” Caliban nodded in time with his grandmothers word’s, truthfully he was excited and wanted her to continue on.

“The ancestors protect us, they gift us with wisdom and knowledge beyond our years. Their will guides us when we work to follow our calling.” As she spoke she raised her left hand into the air, a flash of light reflected off a sterling silver band with a ebony stone set in the center. It was a ring she had always worn, and never took off. Nor would she answer Caliban when he asked who gave it to her, he had come to assume it was grandfathers proposal ring. Apparently he was wrong. “This is the greatest gift our ancestors left us, it pulls of their knowledge and wisdom in the centuries of summoning and invoking of our family. When each and every Sumomner of our line dies, they cycle through this ring, they add to its knowledge and experiences, so we may always grow stronger. This to will be passed to you when you take the mantle of Elder Caliban.

Caliban absorbed her words with the typical flavor of a teenage boy. It was long in the coming and negligible. He refocused on his grandmother as she began to chant, her voice echoed in the rooms and the shadows seemed to grow as she cast her will across time and space. He could feel the conjuring, the increase of air pressure, the tension in the air. He knew instinctively when the creature answered its summon. It did not show itself right away, he didn’t know if all ‘others’ had the ability but this one did. “Show yourself!“ He was jolted out of his musings by the loud crack of his grandmothers voice. She spoke in tones he had only ever heard his father use. She spoke and expected to be obeyed, and she was. The middle of the pentagram sparked with light and a moment later a women appeared. She was translucent but otherwise unremarkable. Plain brown hair, plain brown eyes and a dark pants suit. If not for the pressure behind his eyes and strange way heir hair seemed to whip around as though she were in the middle of a storm he would have considered her normal.

The night passed uneventfully after that. Grandmother had a bargain with this specific creature already, they conversed a little, grandmother gave it incense and other sweet smelling scents, apparently a treat for the creature, it answered her questions and showed her images from a small compact mirror it kept in its pocket. It was simple. With the novelty of witnessing his first summoning gone Caliban was happy to retreat upstairs to his room for some alone time.

Two Years Later

Caliban was having the time of his life. It was around midnight and he was pressed up against a beautiful blonde in a short skirt while a gorgeous tall dark and handsome bloke grinded against him. As far as nights went, it was one of his better. It could be his dance partners or it could be the fact that it was his eighteenth birthday. Either way he was going to party till he dropped.

~.~

Akasha D’iales stood in the center of her study. She was garbed for battle and prepped for war. Her summoning circle was etched in silver, bordered in gold and reinforced with stones. What she contemplated was dangerous, the alternative was worst. One of the other families versed in Chaos sorcery was rumored to have staked a blood feud with the D’iales. The Chaos Sorcerers was powerful, and could strike at any time. She needed a great power to protect her family. Even if it was forbidden to call this specific power. She could not think of this, she had to focus. She had spent a week preparing for this ritual, she had meditated for two entire days and was possessed of a clarity many can not achieve in this life. It was time to begin.

“Hear my voice and cross the void Azaziel, feel my call and answer to your name Azaziel.” Despite her best efforts Akasha’s voice shook slightly. Azaziel was a powerful entity, a fallen Angel who took up the mantle of The Destroyer. He was a creature of destruction and desolation, to even consider calling him meant she was prepared to kill all if not most of the Chaos Mages. It was a thought that threatened to overwhelm her. Only the image of her grandson, happy and cheerful in his ignorance, enjoying his youth and life. That image spurned her on. “I summon you Fallen, warrior of the darkness, answer to your summons!” Akasha felt the spell snap into place, but she neither felt nor sensed anything. She could always sense ‘other’ entities. But not now. It was entirely possible she had failed the summonings. Azaziel was powerful and she did not have a foci to bring him. After motioning through the failsafe spells to banish any other presence she could have called she stepped from her circle and headed to her table. To pet the black cat that slept there. “Shinshin, I do not know what to do now, The chaos Sorcerers will tear us apart if they are indeed coming.” The low crushed velvet voice that whispered in her ear was enough to stop her heart. “Im afraid they won’t get the chance.” Akasha froze for a full minute before she managed a soft whisper. “How did you do it?” That velvet voice laughed, the sound stirred things in the old women. “You have not the skill to recognize my power, you have sealed your fate in calling my name..” She did not have to look to know what was behind her, in fact she didn’t have the time, she knew who’s hand suddenly plunged through her chest. She took her ring off and cast it at the cat, with her final breath she bid it to go, and she collapsed against Azaziel’s broad chest.

The sky above the D’iales manner was dark violet, screams tore through the air as the Fallen Angel tore into the D’iales family. The servants were spared, for the penalties for conjuring The Destroyer applied only to the bloodline that summoned it. Mother and father, sisters and cousins. One by one they died, some in their sleep, others across the country. Azaziel defied the laws of space. It was barely an hour past his arrival in the prime world before he reduced the D'iales family to one last member.

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“WOO WHOO!” Caliban’s laughter blended with the loud techno thump of the music and the gyrating of teenage bodies. It was nearing one and he had to be home soon. His grandmother needed him for something or another, it was only by virtue of his birthday did he escape work today. He was taking a break in dancing, a lull provided by his departing partners. He had really considered taking the blonde and her boyfriends offer of going out back with them. In fact, the more he thought about it the better the idea sounded. He was already moving towards the back of the club before a soft meow filled his ears. He didn’t know how he knew it or how he even heard it but he recognized the meow. His brows creased together as he looked down to study the black cat. “Shinshin?”

The cat leaped into his arms and waved the ring held between its teeth. It was a cat, it knew Cal would catch it. His confusion deepened when he took the ring from the cat. “Shinshin, if you stole grandmothers ring you are in so much t-” The cats stare silenced him. Grandmother never removed the ring. It was meant for the Elder of their line. For him to have it meant he was the Elder, for him to be the Elder Akasha would have to be dead. These thoughts flashed through his mind in seconds, mechanically he donned the ring and raised a hand to his ear. His first enchanting had been a gem crafted to ensure he can always communicate with his contracts, now he needed It for another reason. Shinshin..what happened? He surprised himself by how steady his mental voice was. Perhaps he was in shock.

The cat blinked large green eyes and began to groom itself. Your grandmother tried to summon a Fallen Angel..The Destroyer. She did not succeed. Caliban wracked his brain for information on The Destroyer, but try as he might he could not come up with anything, he was just starting elementals, demons especially greater such as the Fallen were beyond his learning. But not, ours. The voices that whispered in his mind nearly caused him to go into cardiac arrest. Shinshin watched in amusement as he glanced around and studied everything about before it donned on him that the voices were coming from the ring. Azaziel, The Destroyer, powerful and vengeful, Akasha should not have summoned him, we cautioned her, and now you are the last.. Caliban wanted to ask what he was the last of, but he already knew.What can I do then? He’s coming for me now, I can feel it.. And he could, he could feel the approaching darkness, the pressure in his eyes was nearly staggering.

We will..assist you, you must call..one of us, him, yes him call him, Nicodemus. The Dark one, no time, go, now, you must summon him, before the Fallen reaches you. Caliban was already moving. He wove his way through the mass of bodies with hastily muttered apologies. When he burst out the back door, the couple pressed against the wall jumped. He paid them no mind as he moved upstairs and into a storeroom. His ancestors were flooding him with information, he didn’t have anything for the traditional summons so he had to improvise, he was still new and he had little choice but to trust his family. He pricked his finger with a box cutter on the shelf and began the ritual.

~.~

As Azaziel soared through the night air he felt the thrum of another great power entering the world. He was not worried, he did not worry, but the possibility of concern over the thing was present. As he approached the building the last D’iales scent led to he willed his body incorporeal. With ease he passed into the dwelling and reformed before a young man. With wide light blue eyes and raven dark hair the man looked more a boy. Azaziel savored the fear that rolled off of him. If that and the ring were not enough he reeked of magic, that off perfume of Witches. Azaziel let his voice drop to a soft caressing whisper, this was one of his favorite games, letting his prey think they had a chance, watching them squirm under his presence. “You are the last..a bright boy so young..if you serve me I may let you live.” He had no such intention, but the exquisite taste of hope mingled wit terror was always something he indulged whenever he could. To his surprise he felt the boys fear turn to apprehension and then resolve.

“I think I’ll go with thee devil I know thanks.” The venom in the mortals voice was expected, but not the strength. “Now Nicodemus, Fulfill your part of the bargain!” Azaziel’s eyes blazed with hellfire as a brilliant blue mist swirled around the man child. He knew what it was before it fully formed. Nicodemus D’iales was the only Sorcerer to ever summon him and live. He had further eluded Azaziels grasp by turning to the power of Necromancy to gain immortality. He was a powerful force in his own right, and they had time to prepare. You thought you could wipe out my descendents Azaziel? Nicodemus’ voice was soft and amused. He had the upper hand and they both knew it. “I will destroy you and the boy Nicodemus Shadewalker, it is only a matter of time.” Azaziel could feel his hold on the world slipping. Nicodemus had already weakened his bonds and soon he would rubber band back to his realm. But he would not go back without a victory, with a ripple of dark magic he wove a hex of darkest quality.“Your line will die Nicodemus, whether I do it or not, You, will never breed!” He hurled his curse at Caliban with a vengeful laugh, the dark pleasure he took from lashing out was enough to cover the fury he felt at being banished. Caliban collapsed under the spell. He was barely awake enough to study his ancestors face, and soon even that was gone as the darkness of unconsciousness took him.

In the Now

“Nicodemus please, this is unnecessary.” Caliban protested as his great great great grandfather chanted over him again. Hardly, Azaziels curse is powerful and I will not have our line fade into oblivion, you will live long enough to produce heirs somehow. Caliban sighed and turned back to the Grimoir. Nicodemus had summoned it a year ago. After he returned Caliban home and seen to his needs. Without the proper tools to summon him Caliban relied on Nicodemus’ demeanor that night. As far as otherworldly entities go it wasn’t bad. Nicodemus bound Caliban to him, granting him a measure of his power and immortality. He really wanted Caliban to have children, and until they could break Azaziels spell he would not age much if at all. He had spent the year training Nicodemus in the art of summoning and invoking. Building on Akasha’s teachings and the Grimoir. It wasn’t the ideal life, but it was still better than he had expected. “Fine, what are we summoning today?” Nicodemus would never do something so lowly as snort, but he managed something close to it. A demon warrior He held up a hand to stall Calibans protests. It is needed, you have little skill in battle and you require some form of protection He had the tone that said Caliban would do as he bid regardless of arguments, Cal let it go and began to gather what he needed.

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Caliban D'iales [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]CODENAME:[/td][td] Magister[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Witch[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Silver[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Crystal Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 19[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 185 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Flexible[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] Caliban is a handsome young man of European decent. Tall, with a well cared for body with shoulder length strands of silver hair, a straight aristocratic nose, and crystal clear blue eyes he is a striking feature that tends to turn heads.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Caliban is an intelligent young man. Born and raised in wealth he was brought up to run a company, a leader and commander with the skills necessary to follow in his fathers footsteps. Though he studied and learned the skills he needed he was more drawn to his grandmother‘s teachings. A skilled women in magic she taught Caliban to call on others for assistance in a life she knew would tax him without allies. He is above all one who will fight, he is strong willed, sometimes to a fault.[/td][/tr][/table]

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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 3 (For order of play)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 15[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr][/table]

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ACTIONS

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[/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]General Knowledge: 3[/td][td]
~Underworld
~Occult Community
~Demonic Protocol [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Ranged Combat: 3[/td][td]
~Handgun
~Magic
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[/tr][tr][td]Statecraft: 4[/td][td]
~Can’t be improved by adding lines
~Business
~Leadership
~Governing
~Master and Commander[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Personal Action: Bloodline Summoning: 5[/td][td]
~Intelligence Bonus
~Others not shielded from power (Demons who pull payment from Calibans life force or energy will often do so to any innocent bystanders around him, invocations that are not specific may target allies as well)
~Gaze of Nicodemus (Binding spell, Stones vs. Durability, Requires Eye Contact. Difficulty=AN to break, Resistance=3x AN to escape.)
~Ancestors Shell (Force Field Equal to Stones spent max of AN)
~Veil of the Shadow walker (Invisibility =to AN)
~Nicodemus's Caress (Range 4, 2x dmg, Unholy energy, 3x vs holy beings.[/td][/tr]


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MODIFIERS

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Sense Supernatural: 2	Can sense the 'other' witches, vampires, ghosts,e tc, this is extremely helpful in locating contracts.
Precognitive Flashes:	Gain occasional sensations and flashes of insight when dealing with a contract or entity.
Reflexive Dodge:	2
Targeting:	2
Immortality	~Through a pact with a ‘other’ entity Caliban has gained immortality, unable to die from natural illness or old age he can chose which age to appear as.

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CHALLENGES

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Bound to Nicodemus (Lich King): 4	At the death of his grandmother Caliban had problems galore and little options to solve them. Her last summoning had unleashed a creature of great power that despised his families bloodline. To survive he did what he was never to do, and conjured the soul of one of his ancestors, a powerful witch, unknown to him this ancestor was not truly dead. Having mastered necromancy to the point that they could entomb their soul to earth as a Lich Caliban called a summoner who broke his paltry bindings and drew a toll. He would teach Caliban and deal with the Demon his grandmother left him to face, but he would be bound to the Lich’s service for a century, in which case he would no longer suffer from a mortal lifespan.
Being a Witch: 3	Caliban is a witch, for all his lack of traditional witch craft. Though his bloodline forgoes traditional witchcraft to mastery the art of invoking and conjuring they are still treated as such beings by those who walk the shadow world.
Prying Servants: 2	Calibans servants are nosey as all are. They noted something off about his grandmother, and following her death Calibans movements. ~Leanora 'Linny' St'Croix-Calibans old nanny, Linny now works as Head Maid on the grounds, shes always keeping an eye on young Caliban, whether he wants to or not. ~James 'Jimmy' Issac Leblanc- The butler, James is Cal‘s personal servant, he knows something is off about his master but not much about it, he has at times noted small little oddities in Cal‘s behaviors or purchased items.
Deadly Enemies: 3	Akasha was a powerful summoner, They called her the Collector, in deference to the contracts she formed with countless creatures. Demons, ghosts, devils, even angels. Akasha called them all. Her greatest accomplishment was binding a Demon lord, or so she believed. The creature was beyond her ability to command, and resistant to any attempts to bind it. It slew her with little effort and turned its efforts to destroying the rest of her line, all who shared blood with a mortal who dared to conjure it. And so it did, the creature destroyed Calibans family, his father and mother and even his first cousins. Only through Calibans quick thinking was he able to survive, though the act indebted him to one of his Ancestors. Nicodemus, The Lich King.
Hot Headed: 1	Caliban is mildly tempered, though at times he can spark into a small ember of heated emotion, particularly when his skill in running his household is challenged, oddly enough digs at his ability to use his magic do not invoke such responses.
Haunted Past: 1	While Caliban did not witness the death of his family members he did meet the demon who was responsible face to face, the best inflicted tormenting illusions upon him before he managed to repel it. The illusions left their mark, Caliban can not perform a single demon invocation without remembering it, though it still pains him he has learned to accept it. -1 to AN when summoning or invoking demonic entities.

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EQUIPMENT

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Third Eye Gem (Set in a earring)	Crafted by Caliban as one of his first assignments from his grandmother, The Third Eye Gem creates a link between Caliban and the entities he summons. ~ Creates a temporary bond, Telepathic communication with summons. (Based on Ant mans helm)
Ancestors Seven Souls (Set in a ring)	The Ancestors Seven Souls is an artifact Caliban inherited after his grandmothers death. It contains the souls of seven of her lines most powerful Summoners. It is an item of great power for her line, witches who are versed in invoking and summoning entitles. The ring enables the user to empower their invocations and summoning with a greater degree of knowledge and efficiency otherwise unavailable to the wearer. ~Can add up to 6 stones to any summoning action. (Based on Plantmans Chloro-blaster gun-1 in str)
D'iales Family Grimoir	The Family Grimoir is a book of names and previous contracts of a countless number of creatures the Summoners of the D'iaels family have dealt with over the centuries. The book is a valuable tool for magical research, and holds the pertinent information for summoning, invoking, bargaining and binding entities ranging from spirits to angels. (Custom Item 5 stone slot, starter creatures for summoning, entities respond to nickname once the contract has been forged to avoid circulation of their names.) Ninnifreed 'Nin' A fey being that can be conjured to grant magical travel of varying degrees. Its not terribly bright and is highly addicted to honey and bread, and pizza. And will work happily for each. Abilities: Int-1 Str-3 Agi-1 Spe-7 Dur-3 Action: Magical Travel: 7 (Speed) Flight Teleport Factors: Control: Slice of pizza or piece of bread and honey upon summoning. 1 red stone/panel to maintain. Binding Factor: 5 Jessica, Wraith 'Oracle' A spirit of knowledge and insight the oracle is a being that knows much and sees more. Its habits are draining and to maintain its ability to affect the world it demands a heavy price. Abilities: Int-7 Str-3 Agi-1 Spe-1 Dur-3 Actions: Clairvoyance: 7 (Intelligence) General Knowledge: 7 (Intelligence) Factors: Control: 2 red stones, +1 red stone per new inquiry per 5 panels Warrior Demon-Chageth'vshik nagzeroth 'Chauncey' Abilities: Int-1 Str-7 Agi-3 Spe-3 Dur-5 Actions: Close Combat: 7 (Strength) Force Beam: 5 Fly: 3 Factors: Control: 5 Binding Factor: 21

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THEME SONG

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General



Fight

[Puck]

Introduction

A year ago…

“Our strength comes from the Spirit of the Moon, our life comes from the Spirit of the Ocean. They work together to keep balance. Push, pull, feel the currents.” Haku watched with fascination as his father Hetoka called a wave to carry their ship to shore. They were heading to the Southern Water Tribes current location for the New Moon celebration. At seventeen he was already a decent water bender, however creating waves was advanced work, it took skill and finesse he wasn’t quite sure he had yet.

Between Haku and his brother Kako they managed to anchor the giant canoe like boat water Tribe favored. As they made all the preparations for a nights stay Haku’s mother and sister begun to unpack and prepare dinner. It was a fine night, they could feel the moons touch even if they couldn’t see it. Haku worked diligently and silently. Nodding and making inarticulate noises of agreement whenever his brother went on one of his frequent rants.

“And that’s when she agreed to go out with me. Haku…Haku?…HAKU!” With the slow methodical motions Haku addresses everything with he blinked twice and turned to his brother. “Yes?” Kako’s face was stormy and his eyes held the promise of dire retribution for being ignored. “Haku, have you been paying any attention to me?”

“No.”

“..Haku,..” Fortunately for Haku, or unfortunately for Kako depending on the point of view Hetoka had finished securing the lines of their boats other side and called his sons to him. “Haku, I want you to go and scout for tracks, we’ll hunt tomorrow before we set sail. Kako you help your mother and sister set up the tents. Both boys trained to obey nodded and immediately set to work. Kako headed to camp and Haku headed off to the tundra, he kept relatively close to the shore, knowing that any animals worth hunting made a watering hole somewhere.

He really had to consider his current problem carefully. Kako was nearing his sixteenth birthday, he’d be presenting his betrothal necklace to a young women of his choice soon. At seventeen he wasn’t even courting anyone. He knew he was never going to present a girl a betrothal necklace. His mother new, even his father knew. The only question was whether or not he’d accept it. Haku had already used up a life’s worth of goodwill studying healing arts with his mother. He wasn’t sure his father would stand much else.

A chill wind tore Haku from his musings With a faint snort he began to search for lionseal or tiger beartracks.I’d better focus, its growing dark an-is that…it is! A rare flash of emotion crossed Haku’s face, like usual no one was there to witness it. [A crystal lily! Up a frozen cliff sat a delicate blue flower. An extremely rare plant even for herbs that do manage to grow in the frozen tundra. The crystal lily was one of the most valued plants to a healer. “Mother would be ecstatic if we could cultivate those..”

Haku spent half an hour studying the plants location and forming methods to acquire it. Eventually he had to concede. If he tried to bend the plant he may damage its roots or it in general. “Well, nothing worth having is ever easy.” With a true smile on his face Haku shook himself and set to climbing. It took another half an hour to reach the flower, ten minutes to carefully excavate and stow it. Fortunately he was able to bend the walls of the cliff just enough to form a gentle slide.

Between the plant and scouting it was an hour past dark before Haku was able to head back to the camp. Before he crested the edge of the shallow dip they selected as a site Haku felt a sharp pull. His attention shifted to the ocean in time to see a massive tidal wave rolling over their boat and crashing into the dip. Shock momentarily paralyzed Haku That’s fathers Tsunami..his most dangerous technique. Given speed by fear Haku leapt into a spin, his hands wove a short circle and when he landed he was able to glide along the ground on a sled of ice propelled by desperation and apprehension. He rode the sled to the precipice of the dip, intending to make the jump that would land him in the middle of the camp. His fear spiked and to his surprise before he reached the edge his sled melted apart beneath him and he felt himself crash into the snow.

Instantly he begin to sink, the slow hardened to ice around his hands and legs, effectively nullifying his bending. He was just able to raise his head enough to look into the ravine. What he saw tore into his heart. His brothers were face down in a pool of blood. Kako had one hand outstretched and the other plunged into the ice. It was his favorite trick. His ice trap. Unfortunately it was a extremely linear technique. He must have missed his target and hit Haku. His father was furiously trying to deflect half a dozen warriors while his mother dragged his sisters to the edge of the dip. They were making a slow steady pace, if he could only escape Kakos trap he could help!

Gritting his teeth against pain Haku begin to jerk on his hand, his wrists chaffed and blood painted the snow red but he managed to slip one wrist through the traps, From there it was an awkward but workable jump to draw hiss scimitar and shatter the remaining bonds. After divesting himself of his frozen manacles Haku arose, one blade extended and the other already drawing up a half dozen thin spears of ice. As he prepared to dive into the fray the sound of flesh tearing reached his ears. His mother was on her knees with a foot of steel through her stomach. His sister lay on the ground already.

A man at least six feet tall with a crimson mask in the shape of a creature pulled the knife from his mothers body. He chuckled, a low rolling sound. He seemed to stare directly at Haku for the briefest moments before he turned and swept the blade at Hetoka. A line of something shimmered between them and the Master water bender went down. Haku’s entire body shook, he expected revulsion, sorrow, even the loss of his lunch. Yet nothing. His body had gone into shock. Raising his weapons he leapt down, intent on avenging his family or dieing in the attempt.

His water lances leapt at the mass of black clad masked warriors. Two hit and barely seemed to stop the figures, the rest were easily avoided. Unwilling to admit defeat Haku pressed on. He leapt at the red masked man and launched a flurry of blows. Two sharp thrusts with his scimitar and a low sweeping kick were summarily deflected and evaded with heartbreaking ease. Clearly the man’s skill dwarfed his own, they danced for a time, the man was toying with Haku, nicking him every once and awhile, leaving his guard down to watch Haku jump at the opening only to fail miserably against a greater degree of skill. In a haze of shock and physical pain Haku avoided bending altogether, he could not find his center nor wanted to. He wanted to run the murders down with his blades alone.

His desires were clearly not taken into account when the Masked man disarmed him with a flick of his hands. “No survivors young one.” The voice was soft and dry, crushed velvet. With an almost lazy flick the man sent his long sword at Hakus chest. Exhausted, emotionally drained and in two kinds of pain Haku closed his eyes and waited. Even at his best he had little chance of blocking or evading the strike. Now, he was just grateful he would join his family.

The burning sensation of steel piercing flesh never came. He waited for five seconds before opening his eyes. The masked man and his subordinates were all encased in large blocks of ice. The tip of his long sword was inches from Hakus chest. Still detached Haku studied the area, the family tents were burning, the ship was destroyed, his family lay motionless on the ground. No, his father sat braced against a tent. He had his hands sunk into the ground and was breathing heavily. Haku could see the shadow of death in his mercurial eyes. Silver blue, eyes Haku had always envied. Hetoka’s lips moved soundlessly for a moment before he managed a wheezing cough “Go..city..go,,”

Haku bowed to his father and his family. He quickly collected what gear he could carry and would need and headed to the Tundra. He had a long trek to get to The City. But he knew the tundra, by his words the Masked stranger they would want to finish him. They wouldn’t catch him in the Tundra. They wouldn’t know how to survive it. And even if they did, keep away was his best game as a kid. The trip to The City was important, it allowed Haku to work through his emotions, to cry and grieve, to crave revenge and to simply cease to feel. By the time he reached the city he had donned a mask of his own. He was able to recount his tail to the Chief and council without falling apart. His expression was so neutral through the debriefing that he was ordered to visit the healing huts.

They found nothing wrong with him.

Now…

“Im excited, are you excited Haku? I mean we’ve been training forever to be warriors and we’ve been reading to fight these things for almost two years!” Nakwa and Haku of the northern water tribe stood on the docks of the City. Soon they would set sail to the mainland’s, to join the force of benders assembled to prepare for the threats from beyond the prime world. Behind his mask Haku harbored a grim excitement. He would taste vengeance soon. Perhaps then he would stop seeing the souls of his family. Perhaps. “I mean, this will be am-”

Hakus expressionless glance silenced Nakwa, the over energetic water bender who came second in his class to Haku. Silence reigned for two minutes before Haku Noted the crestfallen face and shadow of doubt in the taller mans face. Concealing a sigh Haku managed a brief twitch of his lips, what passed as a smile for his acquaintances. “Were ready Nakwa. Were ready.” And indeed they were. The creatures of the spirit world were breaching the divide. They were tampering in the world of men. The nations were rising together, drawing strength from one another. They would meet this threat head on, the combined might of the Four Nations. The power of the Avatar.

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Haku of the Northern Water Tribe[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Human[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Chocolate Brown[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Sky Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 5'10"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 165 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Homosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] At five feet ten inches Haku is small. His lack of height doesn‘t bother him, hes trained his body to be compact, lithe and effective in his demands. He possesses the traditional chocolate brown hair, light brown skin tone, and sky blue eyes of water tribe members. His face is handsome enough yet seems to be in a perpetual frown, varying from thoughtful to bland. [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Haku is a dedicated water bender of the Northern Water Tribe. As such he‘s trained in not only waterbending but warrior skills. He believes that all warriors should approach their calling with a stoic sense of gravity. He is a serious young man and presents this façade at all times. If there are doubts in his heart he keeps them quiet. However, in private or those who get to know him (A rare rare few) Haku offers a dry humor and a quick wit. A curious quirk is Haku‘s study of medicine. As distasteful as it is for males Haku studied under his mother, one of the Northern Tribes most skilled healers. With as much respect to traditions as they could manage she has taught him to utilize his gifts to aid in the process, leaving him with a degree of skill in chi manipulative healing.[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]4[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 12[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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ACTIONS

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[/tr][td][/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td] Waterbending “The Divine Ability to Halt Water”
(5)[/td][td]
Waterbending is one of the four elemental Bending Arts, the hydrokinetic ability to control water, as well as its many forms.

Water is the element of change. The moon is the source of power in Waterbending, and the original Waterbenders learned from the moon by observing how the moon pushed and pulled the tides. The Water Tribes are the only people to not learn Bending from an animal. The fighting style of Waterbending is mostly flowing and graceful; acting in concert with their environment.

Waterbenders deal with the flow of energy; they let their defense become their offense, turning their opponents own forces against them.

~Power Weaker away from Source
[/td][/tr][tr][td]~Waterbending Create/Manipulate[/td][td]
Almost all forms of Waterbending involve moving and shaping a body of water to the Waterbender's desire. By simply levitating a large mass of water, Waterbenders can move water anywhere they wish, even parting it under the surface of a lake or sea, allowing them to walk along the bottom of a basin without the need to swim. These large bodies can also be used as weapons, either by shaping them into gigantic whips, swung repeatedly at a target as a snake-like body, formed momentarily into a razor-sharp edge that can cut through even metal, or simply dropped onto an opponent to smother them or put out a fire. On the sea or ocean, Waterbending can be used to create giant maelstroms

~Snow Manipulation: A move that pushes and levitates snow for attack, shielding and defense. Living on the poles of the Earth, Waterbenders are accustomed to living in the snow. The snow is used as the first source when Waterbending. They are able to compress the snow together in order to slice through objects, even metal.

~Water/Ice Walls/Shields: Water can be molded into a variety of shapes and can be used to deflect an attack, trap opponents in a viscous body, reshaped and propelled at attackers before they can recover, or solidified into a shield of ice. This diversity and ability to swiftly change to suit the situation is what makes the Waterbender's defense so adaptable. Although usually protective, the shield needs some type of compression or else the shield won't be effective.

~Water Temperature Manipulation: Waterbenders also possess the ability to alter the physical state of the water they manipulate (between liquid, solid and gas) at will. Changing the phase of water allows for multiple techniques in the course of a battle, from encasing an opponent in ice to hiding behind a wall of mist. Ice and steam/fog can also be molded in a diverse range of shapes. Ice provides a degree of hard lethality since it can be molded into spikes or blades to pin down or impale opponents. Steam or mist can obscure a battlefield and mask movement. A Waterbender can easily superheat and boil water and other liquids to scalding temperatures. Waterbenders also possess the ability to breathe an icy mist that freezes water and other substances.

Water Pressure Manipulation: Waterbenders are also able to manipulate water pressure, allowing their techniques to grasp other objects or cutting through without simply parting around them. Since water is incompressible, it can be used as a semi-solid while being able to move and flow like a liquid. Water can be pressurized to such a level where it can slice through metal. Waterbenders can also use this to avoid sinking in water, effectively being able to walk on water

~Breath of Ice: A Waterbender can use their breath to rapidly freeze objects, such as metallic chains, or an opponent. For a more advanced version of the technique, the user takes a deep breath and exhales the air as a cloud of freezing mist
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[/tr][tr][td]~Waterbending Offensive (Force Blast)[/td][td]
~Water Whips: The most frequently seen move involves creating a lashing tendril of water to swipe at an opponent. The shape, size, and length are all determined by a Waterbender's control. More powerful benders can create larger whips or ones of greater finesse. Due to water being incompressible, a whip can be sharpened into a blade that can even slice through metal with relative ease.

~Water Jets: High pressure jets can be used to force opponents back or even blast clean through a target if focused enough. Water jets are primarily used if the user has intent of severely hurting their opponents.

~Waves: By moving a large mass of water without separating it from its original source, water benders can create waves of nearly any size. They do this by using an upward movement and after raising the source, they send away in their desired direction. This can be used to sweep opponents away or even as a form of transport, with the bender surfing on the crest of the wave. This same process can be used to propel waterborne crafts.

~Water Bullet: The Water Bullet is a move where a Waterbender bends a large amount of water and sends it in a forceful blow towards their target. It is similar to a Water Jet, but its more for a quick use since the jet takes more concentration.

~Ice Spikes: Waterbenders can shoot small shards of ice at their opponent, or cause a giant spike to protrude from a body of water. The Northern Water Tribe employs these as a primary defense at their homeland when enemy ships are sighted.

~Ice Spear: The Ice Spear is a Waterbending move shown to have been used by Southern Waterbenders. It involves freezing a stream of water and then sending the frozen result flying at the target.

~Ice Creeper: A Waterbender can send a ray of ice on the ground, speeding at an opponent to freeze them. This technique freezes a trail of water beginning with the Waterbender performing the move and ending with their targets freezing.

~Ice Line: As an offensive attack, a waterbender can create a line of twisted columns and propel it forward.

~Ice Discs: A Waterbender can create a cylindrical column of ice and proceed to slice razor-sharp sections of it off and send them at an opponent. They are sharp around the edges but all very thin,
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[/tr][tr][td]~Water bending -Free Force Field-[/td][td]
Water Cloak: A Waterbender can use their water as a form of armor with tentacle-like arms. The bender can use these arms to grab objects, whip enemies, blast enemies with water and freeze them. If a Waterbender has less water available, he or she can simply form the arms instead of the entire cloak.
[/td][/tr][tr][td]~Combine with Close/Range Combat[/td][td]
~Water Knife: The ability to shape water into a super-sharp edge or point for a split-second. Due to water's highly incompressible nature, it enables a Waterbender to cut through metal, wood and stone.

~Ice Claws: Ice Claws is a move where the bender draws water around their fingers and freezes it. They can also be sent forward, shooting them at an opponent. A Waterbender can also use this as an advantage, being small and unnoticeable, they can hide them in their sleeves. Additionally, this technique uses very little water and thus can be performed quickly. It can also be assumed that Waterbenders can also create ice gloves.

~Water Cloak: A Waterbender can use their water as a form of armor with tentacle-like arms. The bender can use these arms to grab objects, whip enemies, blast enemies with water and freeze them. If a Waterbender has less water available, he or she can simply form the arms instead of the entire cloak. [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Water Run (5) -Personal Action following Flight rules with standard limitations-[/td][td]
Water Run: This is a technique in which Waterbenders would use all four limbs to run on water at very high speeds, in addition to riding on foreign objects with the same purpose. Such as boards or other ice related objects

~Fits with main power
~Limited Maneuverability (On water paths only, short duration slide)
~Power Weaker away from Source
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[tr][td]Combat Close (3)[/td][td]
~Scimitars
~Bone Spears
~Equivalent of Tai Chi Chuan (Yang style)
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[tr][td]Combat Ranged (3)[/td][td]
~Bladed Boomerangs
~Darts
~Javelin Throw
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[tr][td]Waterbending: Healing (5)[/td][td]
The ability to heal wounds by redirecting energy paths (or chi) throughout the body, using water as a catalyst. Waterbenders can use their abilities to heal by surrounding a sick or injured person with water,. The use of healing waterbending techniques is generally taught only to female waterbenders of the Northern Water Tribe

~Power weaker away from source
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[tr][td]Social Skills (4)[/td][td]
~Warrior Conduct
~Bedside manner (Nursing)
~Deception (Masks)
~Sarcasm
[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Reflexive Dodge:	3
Targeting:	3

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CHALLENGES

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Disliked and Shunned by peers	Though hes a decent warrior and a moderately skilled bender Haku‘s fascination with medicine and healing brands him an outcast among the other male of his caste. Even his father often criticizes him about such work. Despite outward appearances this does take its toll on young Haku
Conflicting Interests	Haku desires to be a great warrior and Master Waterbender. He wishes to make his father proud and represent his family within the city. However he can not deny his attraction to the healing arts. He has a kind heart that lusts to help, he is naturally gifted at memory work and chi manipulation. Despite the reactions by his peers he maintains his studies of the healing arts. Sometimes it clashes with his warrior focus, these situations cause Haku great distress and he still struggles to find a balance between the two. The fate of his family because of his interest in healing has taken its toll, making it even harder to compromise his chosen paths.
Deadly enemies	Through a brutal attack on his family during the trip to a New Moon Celebration Haku acquired a very powerful and brutal enemy. His actions thwarted the creature and marked him for revenge against the Spirit. Spirit: (Masked Man)Geki, Oni of Vengeance ~Geki is a brutal, violent and powerful spirit. He enjoys causing pain to those who deems unworthy (Everyone). Once a fair spirit (As much as a creature of vengeance could be) Geki’s nature begin to twist. Within a world of unity and little conflict he began to follow the one the spirits call the True Avatar. Freely exercising his might against any and all whether they deserve it or not. Geki still bound to the spirit world utilizes a vast array of minions. Usually criminals, cut throats, and bandits the more intelligent or useful servants don a mask in his image
Haunted Past	During a trip from the Northern Water Tribe to the south for a New Moon Celebration Haku and his immediate family were ambushed by a group of strange men bearing masks shaped as spirits. Haku was away being unobtrusive looking for some rare herbs that were rumored to grow in the region. His absence saved his life, he came upon their camp to see his mother struggling to shield her daughter before a masked man ended both their lives with a quick slice.
Guilty Conscience	As the loan survivor of his families massacre Haku is racked by guilt. In conjunction with his interests he blames both himself and his tormentors. Had he not chosen to study healing he may have been there to help his family fight, they may have survived. The logical part of his brain explains that he most likely would have died with his family, given that his father was a powerful bender and still fell to the aggressors. The thoughts plague Haku in his sleep and occasionally surface upon the slightest reminder during his waking life.

EQUIPMENT

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Boomerang Blade	An unusually shaped Boomerang Blade that belonged to Haku’s grandfather.
Scimitar	An elegantly crafted Scimitar that belonged to Haku’s father
Lionseal skin water pouch	A container made from the skin of a lionseal. It belonged to Haku’s mother and is used to hold varying amounts of water in the case of unexpected circumstance.

THEME SONG

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The Last Thing I ever do (Rock Mafia)

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[Puck]

Vixen has been doing her best to keep it together with the remnants of the league. After the rise of Technology and her fall out with John Stewert she focused more on her duties. When they became obsolete she poured herself into modeling. But models don't have a long shelf life. Soon she became fully integrated in her tasks, as a defender and a champion of Anansi, who likes the new world no more than she.






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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Mari Jiwe McCabe[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Vixen[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Human[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Female[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Brown[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Amber[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 5'9"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 140 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Heterosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] Vixen is a beautiful sleek women, with all the curves, grace, and figure of a successful model.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Vixen is a powerful women, in body, mind, and soul. She's strong and represents the strength capable in all women. She has a sharp mind, sharper wit, and a humor that's both scathing and engaging. [/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 15[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]The Red: 5[/td][td]
Vixen is capable of tapping into the Morphogenetic Field of Earth. Granting her the ability to mimic the abilities and skills of the earths animals, instinct or mythical.

~As Metamorphosis (Animal Metamorph-Physical Changes are voluntary)
~Potent Morph
~Rapid Morph
~Out of control without item (The Tantu Totem keeps the Red from overwhelming her)
~Only works on earth.
1 red stone/panel[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Force Field: 4[/td][td]

~Uncontrollable without Item
~Effective against mental attacks
~Null Armor Pin
~Shaped like animal/parts[/td][/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 1[/td][td]

~Ability Bonus
~Claw Combat
~2x dmg[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Dance: 2[/td][td]

~Modeling
~Persuade
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[tr][td]Acrobatics: 4[/td][td]

~Ability Bonus
~Movement Action
~An subtracted from dmg from falling[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Claws:	3
Healing Factor: Instant	Heal all white stones in a panel ~Only works with amulet

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[/table]
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EQUIPMENT

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Tantu Totem

The Fox shaped amulet that focuses Vixens powers, it magnifies the range she can mimic to the globe and prevents the Red from overwhelming her mind. It also houses the Trickster God Anansi.

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CHALLENGES

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Magical Affinity: The Red: 3w	Mari is magically attuned to the red, without the aid of her Tantu Totem her mind would be overwhelmed by the animalistic instincts of the field.
Tantu Totem: 3w	Mari's Tantu Totem is the home of the African Trickster god Anansi. She must protect it at all times, even so occasionally Anansi interferes where he sees fit, which usually is against Mari's wishes.
Tapping The Red: 2w	When Mari taps into the red she is occasionally beset by animal tendencies, she may inherit instincts such as protectiveness, rage, or caution, this can interfere with her tasks and to avoid this she spends as little time with one create as possible. Spending more than 3 panels in one morph imparts a psychological tendency from the animal.
Champion: 2w	Mari is the champion of Anansi, as such she can be called upon him at any time to serve him.

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[Puck]

.: Playground :.

“Come on Ro, lets get out of here already.” whined Kim, her voice pitched low and pleading from the doorway to the restricted rooms in Luhring Augustine Gallery of Contemporary Art.

“Shhh, just keep an eye out.” I called back to my friend and partner in our minor criminal acts. I listened to her annoyed muttering with my usual level of attention, zero. The last lock pick I inserted into the door worked its magic and the click of the tumbler falling into place brought a badly muffled squeal of joy for me. As of now this lock was the hardest I had to crack.

“Fidelity locksmith eat your heart out.” I muttered as I waved to Kim and slipped through the door. It was clean and plain. Obviously the curator didn’t waste much on comforts. “Lets see what’s around here.”

“Ro, can we pleaaase go, you got in, take your pictures so we can get back and come up with a dare for the twins.” Kimberly’s voice was more than a little breathy when she mentioned the twins. Mark and Jacob Calahan. Blue eyed, blond haired, and packing muscle from football, soccer, and swimming they were Riverdale High’s pride and joy of the athletic department.. No mean feat in one of the most prestigious private schools in New York. Plus, they were hot.

I’d snapped half a dozen pictures with my iphone while I fantasized about the Twins. Kim and I were thick as thieves, no pun intended, and the boys gravitated to us as much as we did them. This was the latest in our game. Truth or Dare on an epic level. Kim was beginning to do that annoying thing when she hyperventilated, I snapped two more pics and turned to alleviate her suffering.

“Kay, were done.” Kim wasted no time in making her escape. I followed at a more leisurely pace. Kim’s mouse like movements were in total contrast to her appearance. We were both tall and leggy with the right curves In all the right places. But where I was dark chocolate and tinsel white she was sun kissed and ebony tinted.

I watched her twitch and study the surroundings with furtive eyes for five minutes before I sighed. She was simply not cut out for espionage, as I called it. “Kimberly, relax, we got in and out and were fine, now, help me come up with something wicked for our guys.” I called, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

That thought brought my ferrety friend back to her senses. With a squeal of pleasure she moved towards me and we began to plot. “How about we make them wrestle each other, you know their so competitive.” I whispered, I could already tell how they would devolve into childish squabbling, each trying to impress their respective girls. I was a terribly evil person. That’s okay. “Ohh we should make them do it in shorts..or..boxers..or naked!” Kim squealed. Honestly, the girl was a gay man trapped in a women’s body. When it all came down to it, I did love my best friend. It was a sunny day.

“Maybe.” My voice held a current of excitement. The flutter of apprehension that I get whenever I’m doing something I shouldn’t. “But later, I have a Cotillion to attend tonight.”

.: Divine Intervention :.

The dancing hall was absolutely divine. Wreathed in beige and gold tones with soft white gold decorations that filled the room with a warm light. Galerina Giovanni’s Cotillion was the biggest social event on the calendar this year. All of the Higher circle of life in New York was there. As part of Galerina’s age group Ororo had to make an appearance. “These things are so..tedious.” I whispered to the man on my right. He was a handsome man, he had a face that held a deal of charm. It was enough to turn his handicap into an interest. I didn’t pretend I didn’t notice he was in a wheelchair. I glanced at it and his face with an inquiring twitch of my brow. I watched him acknowledge it and steer the conversation to something less personal.

“It’s an excuse to make deals under the guise of formality, perfect really for those sorts.” He said, grinning cheerfully as he extended a hand to me. Most men were surprised with my grip, It was firm and confident, he didn’t seem overly surprised, simply returned with equal pressure. A man’s handshake told you a lot about him. He wasn’t entering the conversation above me but as an equal. I liked him already. I couldn’t tell if he was older, his features and expression made him seem younger, at any rate he was interested, I fell into default, light flirtations through the conversation. “Ororo Munroe, pleased to meet you.” I said in a voice laced with amusement and teasing humor. He replied with as much if not more charm than I had. “Anthony Stark, A pleasure Ms Munroe, a pleasure indeed.”

We chatted about nothing of consequence, yet each topic he approached with a sharp wit and wiry humor. It was intriguing. I would be lying if I said he was hardly the only reason I survive the party with my sanity intact. Unfortunately all good things come to an end. “Ms. Munroe, It is a pleasure to see you again.” Said Wilson Fisk, head of Fisk Enterprises. He was a big man, in height and width, but his expensively cut suit suggested most if not all of his mass was muscle as opposed to fat. I hadn’t ever spoken o him and had no intention to after negotiations between our companies fell apart. Even so I was bound to manners. “Why Mr. Fisk, it is always a treat to see old friends.” I said, my tone and inflection were perfect.

I caught the wealthiest man in the city eying my companion and made my escape. Old men and their machinations bored me. “If you two would excuse me.” I smiled and accepted their farewells with grace and made my way to the terrace. I would have to greet Galerina properly but that would wait. The dancing would begin and I didn’t care to pair with anyone there, if Tony could then perhaps I would have reason.

With a soft sigh I turned my attention to the sky, it was darkening but still light enough to see the clouds. A small smile tugged at my lips as I extended my awareness up and nudged the clouds. Slowly they spun into the shape of a hare, followed by a car and then a motorcycle. I didn’t often use my abilities, if I were truthful with myself they were a little scary. I think if I practice they’ll be less so but..its difficult, considering a temper tantrum results in a miniature hurricane.

“Strange behavior.” A women’s voice startled me and the clouds dissipated. I glanced over my shoulder to see a beautiful blond with impressive bearing, even among the highly bred of the party. “I’m sorry?” I inquired, I kept the faint thrum of apprehension out of my body language. Her lips curled into a predatory smile as a glittering hand flashed toward the sky. She had ice, a lot of it, small pieces that managed to draw attention without seeming gaudy, and they were real. “The clouds, odd behavior for them don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t know” I lied smoothly. “I’m sorry, have we met?” I stepped forward and extended a hand. The blue eyed blond women grasped my hand with a grip as firm as mine. “No, I’m afraid we haven’t a true shame, My name is Emma, Frost.” Her bearing suggested I should know who she is, and I did, if by name alone. Frost was a powerful cooperation and this women was Head CEO. “Ororo Munroe, A pleasure to meet you” I said without needing to embellish. The women was an idol of mine, Strong, powerful, a ruthless businesswomen in the world of men. She was what I aspired to be.

“That’s quite a trick you know.” She murmured as she stepped next to me and turned her head up. I barely caught myself from freezing at her words. If I wanted to come out of this well I had to play the part. I turned as smoothly as I could and returned to my sky gazing. “What do you mean?” I asked, proud of the steadiness of my voice. Emma proved to be as sharp as her reputation described, if not sharper. We fell into a convoluted conversation centered around ourselves, our habits and personal times, I even found myself divulging some of my less than savory adventures. She never judged, even so our talk was riddled with difficulty. Half answers, deception through omission and flat out topic shifts, we never quite lied but we did everything else between the lines, and we both knew it. It was as strenuous as a business deal but I found myself enjoying it.

“I’m afraid I must be going Ororo, It was truly a joy to meet you.” Emma briefly placed a hand on my wrist. Her eyes were clear and intense as she leaned close and whispered something so soft even I had trouble hearing it. “If you ever wish to talk, please, visit me.” The look she gave me was knowing, and in that instant I knew she knew. I could feel the panic rearing its head, but as she removed her hand and walked into the brilliance of the party it died down.

I needed time to think, I headed back to the party and made the necessary greetings, I danced with a friend of Galerina’s congratulated her, and made my escape as soon as I could. I glanced up to see the sky darkening with storm clouds. I needed to get my mind off what I only assumed Emma knew. Sometimes, it’s only those little lies we tell ourselves get us through the tough times.

.: Queen of Denial, Back into the closet :.

“Oh my god Kimberly DUCK!” I barely kept from screaming my lungs out as a large SUV hurtled through the air and crashed into the building we were currently cowering behind. A giant freaking robot was bashing the street to pieces. Massive skeletal robotic machines were firing lasers, hurling objects and generally causing havoc. They were working in concert to reach a man surrounded by a ring of those machines. I was panicking which meant Kim was freaking out big time. Between the gunshots, laser beams and hurtling debris, not to mention the class four winds that were abusing everything around them we were in the absolute worst possible position.

“Kim, lets go, we have to move!” I shouted over the wind and battle, I was tugging on Kim’s arm with a great deal more force than normally, but this was a terrible time to fall apart. I felt a flicker of movement behind us and turned just in time to see the building collapsing around us. My mouth was set to scream along with Kim’s shrieks but thankfully (For my dignity) One of the ridiculous winds choose to gust along and slam the falling debris into the furthest wall. Go mutation.

It seemed like ages but was probably only seconds before the sounds of mortar and brick hitting steel and concrete stopped. Kim and I continued to clutch each other, if asked I’d say my body was in a state of shock, and I’d be half truthful, the other half was the wind still gusting around us. I was fairly sure that was my fault, at the moment I couldn’t care much aside from the fact we were alive.

“Lets get out of here.” I turned and tugged on Kim, this time she came with me. We ran down the block and left the tin man and his crew to whatever was assaulting. We made it halfway down the block before an explosion tore the ground before us and sent us careening into the remnants of the nearest building. We hit the ground with a dull thud and my vision blacked out.

.: The Amorous Revelations of a Wind Walker :.

When I woke up I found myself staring at a plain white ceiling. I was lying in a moderately comfortable bed with white curtains surrounding it. The fact that it wasn’t my room made me nervous. The last thing I remembered was running down the street with Kim..”Kim!” I tried to move but my body felt like lead. I could barely move. When I spoke my voice was soft and cracked, it felt as though I hadn’t used it in some time. That along with the absence of my friend spiked my nervous into outright afraid, as had been the norm since I was around fourteen the room dropped in temperature. My breathing speed until I was on the edge of hyperventilation, it painted short grey clouds of warmth in the rapidly chilling room.

The sound of beeping sent a sharp jolt of fear through my heart. Windows rattled as the wind outside picked up into a strong gust. I turned my head until I could see an array of machines. An Iv drip was hooked to my arm and I assume one of them was monitoring my heart. I relaxed slightly, I must be in a hospital of some kind. The rooms temperature stop plummeting but remained somewhere around thirty degrees. I didn’t notice much. I never noticed the cold much anymore, or the heat. I could stand comfortably in the middle of a snowstorm as a heat wave. I attributed it to my mutation.

I heard a faint click as a door beyond my little four walled room opened to admit a series of footsteps. I felt my face settle into a polite mask as I stifled a gasp and worked my way into a sitting position. It was a little awkward to arrange my pillows with a body that felt like it was soaked in concrete crusted clothes. That thought gave me pause..I was wearing one of those unfashionable hospital robe. I pushed away the thoughts that came with that and brushed my hair out of my face with the best speed I could manage.

The curtains were drawn back to reveal a handsome old man with a kind face and a clipboard. I hate doctors. The man had begun speaking about my condition, I was fine just a little banged up and exhausted. After determining that im was fine and discharged already I tuned the man out and turned my thoughts to that day. It was exceedingly rude but I had to decide what was going to happen now. Those things could have easily killed us. I had never felt so helpless in my life and I didn’t like it.

The more I thought about it the more I realized I shouldn’t have to. I was smart, I did everything I could to bale to take care of myself in the world. But that’s the civil world, the world that didn’t have robots, or monsters or whatever else existed. I existed, so that could mean other things did to. Just because I didn’t know didn’t rule it out. Taking a deep breath I smiled to the doctor and pleaded exhaustion. I didn’t have to lie, he took in my state and excused himself. Leaving me to my musings in peace.

It was decided, I was going to do something about my lack of preparation for, admittedly the unforeseen. But now I had seen it, and being anything less than prepared was not acceptable anymore. Kim and I were in a tight spot..no we were dead, somehow we got another chance, and I didn’t intend to waste it.

.: Goddess Hand :.

Sweat poured down my face. I was ten feet in the air, hovering along a strong current of winds amid a small hurricane. The special gymnasium I had built was outfitted for my specific use and the readers were charting the speed and force of the hurricane. I had been practicing for several months now and I’ve only begun getting a grip on my power. In a nutshell, I was freaking epic. I could control the weather to varying degrees. Naturally I built this gym set with ponds and bodies of water, and false atmosphere. I didn’t want to break anything. I had spent the first few months reading up on the weather and how it affected the atmosphere before I started playing around with it.

It was lucky enough I had the resources to do this, however it was unfortunate that the bulk of my abilities were bound to my emotional state..Either way it would be work, but I was fine with that. Nothing worth having is ever easy. The hurricane dissipated with my concentration. I let it go and drifted to the floor for a drink of water. I had done electrical discharge last week and that was a lot more fun and easy than this. But I was anxious to fly around a bit and I had to make sure I wouldn’t screw up and go hurtling to my death.

A faint sound of footsteps drifted to my ears. This facility was well hidden for obvious reasons I even routed the cash and had it ‘officially’ built elsewhere via shipments. Infiltration was not good. As the faint click of what sounded like safety’s being removed I sprang into action. I could feel my awareness expanding, my eyes began to glow as I drew from the moisture in the air, the water from the bodies of water in the corner. I had practiced this at day one. I didn’t know when but I knew one day I’d need cover, and so I created it, thick dense fog rolled from the ground and filled the room. Blanketing it in a grey white gloom. With my eyes I pierced the fog as though it weren’t there. I watched men flood in and drifted through the silence. With footsteps silent from my extracurricular I slipped into a panel and into a bolt room. Specifically made if such a situation occurred.

“Your quite resourceful Ms. Munroe.;” A smooth voice aid from the other end of the hall. I jumped slightly and nearly launched a bolt of lightning or two. It just wasn’t in my to shoot first though. Instead I studied the man. He was about two inches taller than me and shadowed in the room, but non threatening so far. He was still in the way of my escape. “Why thank you, do you mind telling me why your in a private dwelling?” The man stepped forward with a small smile in his voice. “We’ve been watching you, your quite talented you know.” I raised a thinly arched brow. “Creepy stalker aside thank you.” The man didn’t rise to the bait. “I have a proposition for you Ms. Munroe.” Despite my flight or fight instinct the man intrigued me. I gestured to the couch set in the room for wait outs and tilted my head. “Can I get you something to drink Mr…?“ Manners, manners manners, Mother would have been proud

DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Ororo Munroe[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Storm[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Mutant[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Female[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] White[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Blue, glows white when powers in use [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 5'11"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 127 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Heterosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td]Ororo is a beautiful young women, with a full figure toned and trimed by regular exercise and life she moves with a coiled grace that screams awareness. She is comfortable with herself and unafraid to let others know it.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td]Smart, willful and successful in her work Ororo takes to life with a fervor. As the heiress to a fortune she‘s developed the skills she‘d need to compete in the market of mens world. But as a independent women she‘s developed other skills to keep her sharp and liven her life with fun, no matter if they aren‘t strictly legal.[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]2[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td]18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr][/table]

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Standard Weight of Manipulation Chart	~1-100 lbs ~2-100-250 lbs ~3-250-1000 lbs ~4-1000 lbs-2 tons ~5-2-5 tons ~6-5-10 tons
Standard Distance of Manipulation Chart	~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]Business Skills: 3[/td][td]

~Int Bonus
~Negotiations
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[td][/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 3[/td][td]
~Agility Bonus
~Mixed Martial Arts
~Streetfighting
~Women’s self defense
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[/tr][tr][td]Combat Ranged: 3[/td][td]

~Weapon Modifier
~Handguns
~Knives
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[/tr][tr][td]Dance: 3[/td][td]

~Ballroom/Ballet
~Hip Hop/Crunk
~Persuade
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[/tr][tr][td]Social Skills: 4[/td][td]

~High Society
~Charm
~Humor
~Sarcasm[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Thieving: 4[/td][td]

~Agility Bonus
~Lockpicking/Hot wiring
~Pickpocketing
~Shadowing
~Hiding[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Vehicle Operations: 3[/td][td]

~Sports Car/Drag Racing
~Motorcycle
~Helicopter
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[tr][td]Mastery of Weather: 7[/td][td]
The psionic ability to manipulate weather patterns over limited areas. Ability to stimulate the creation of any form of precipitation such as rain or fog, generate winds in varying degrees of intensity up to and including hurricane force, raise or lower the humidity and temperature in the immediate vicinity, induce lightning and other electrical atmospheric phenomena, and disperse natural storms so as to create clear change. Also capable of directing the path of certain atmospheric effects, such as bolts of lightning.

~Accumulate Energy
~Create/Manipulate
~Elemental Force Blast
~Immunity to Element
~2x dmg or Area of Effect
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[tr][td]Flight: 5[/td][td]

~Fits With Main Power
~Movement through Mastery[/td][/tr]
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Sonar Sense: 4	Imprints a 3-D contour picture of the physical elements in mutants environment. Will detect invisible objects. ~Detects size/shape of physical objects (determines if they are in fact physical but not if alive etc.) ~Perceive outlines/shapes at range of 100 feet per modifier # modifier vs. resistance
Vision Enhanced: 3	~Energy Patterns ~Fog or smoke ~Electrical Energy
Energy Battery:	4
Deep Reserves	4

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Hot Headed-2	Ororo is a young women, in her late teens in fact. As such she is still prone to heated and hormone induced behavior. This does not pair well with her abilities and causes the women no end of trouble or grief. She constantly finds herself attempting to find serenity and tranquility in a world of chaos and excitement.
Fisk Conglomerate-5	Ororo‘s family is not the wealthiest business cooperation but they are successful. And even rarer they‘ve retained most of their morals. Their unwillingness to fall into shady dealings have earned them the ire of the powerful and ruthless Fisk Conglomerate, a cooperation headed by the underworld Kingpin. Ororo and her family are unaware of who their opponent is, or what‘ts in store for them.
Wild Child-2	Ororo is at heart a wild child. It is one reason why she did not settle with Xavier and his X men when offered. Though she accomplishes the tasks and responsibilities assigned to her she can’t help but look for adventure. The X men while noble seemed to stifling to her, perhaps when she’s settled down.
Being a Mutant-3	Ororoe may be a high class socialite and one of the elite wealthy, but she is still a person. As such she hurts from anti mutant sentiments whether their directed at her or not. She passes easily when she maintains a calm demeanor, but as of late that has been difficult and her powers are far from subtle. Eyes glow when powers are in use.
Weather Witch-5	By her mutant abilities Ororo is termed a weather witch. Her powers are specifically tied to her emotions, an extremely inconvenient tie that is ruthlessly tested at all opportunities by the willful young women. Between her temperament and the world around her Ororo has trouble controlling her abilities at stressful times.
Stick up the underdog-3	Ororo has a strong sense of duty to the populace. Raised in wealth and luxury she has taken to doing as much as she can for the less fortunate, she organizes food drives and shelters, and self defense classes. She has a particular spot for fellow women and can not pass a chance to empower the gender as a whole.

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Assorted Lockpicks	A pair of custom made lock picks for Ororo’s use (+1 to thieving action) Bought with wealth
Taser	A handheld Taser Ororo carries around for protection, a remnant of her time before her powers. As ranged weapon (Hangun) Stuns for panels=dmg (Bought with wealth)
Purse	A purse Ororo frequently carries around with everything a girl under the sun could want
Platinum Card/ID	A backup credit Card Ororo keeps hidden on her person in case of emergencies

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THEME

www.veoh.com/watch/v122437726CkZ2JG



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[Puck]

This was for Dhark's Hell on Earth game, turned down unfortunately

"I was a witch once, long ago. So very long ago, but she abandoned me, yes, when the darkness came the old ones left, vanished away. They took their power with them, withdrew the gifts we could have used to save ourselves. But that’s okay, there are other thing’s here, alive, hungry. They devour and in turn empower. One such thing took me, at the time I was to be greatest, I was weakest, at the zenith of the ritual where my mother’s might should have blessed me, emptiness, and it took me, the hunger, the laughter, the joy. Chaos. It swallowed me whole and now I am Chaos, now I am everything and nothing, creation and destruction. Now, I get to share with the world what I am..if there's anything left."



Flesh Suit



True Form



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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Lao[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Lao[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Other (Chaos Entity)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] White[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 23[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'2"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 180 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Homosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] Lao is tall and fair. With pale moonlight skin and shoulder length tinsel silver hair he bears a resemblance to a Greek statue.. Piercing crystal blue eyes and a wicked smile parts grimace and challenge make up his usual feature.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Lao is impulsive, aggressive, always moving. He enjoys action and lives life to the fullest that he can, despite the situation. He is at heart Chaotic. [/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 1[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Personal Action: Chaos Entity: 8[/td][td]
As Hex Spheres
Hex Spheres are a finite pocket of reality-disrupting quasi-psionic force, which upon reaching its intended target causes disturbance in the molecular-level probability field surrounding the target. Thus, unlikely phenomena will occur. Hexes have a wide, almost limitless variety of recorded and possible effects, though they often boil down to a kind of Deus Ex Machina superpower. They have been known to alter the molecular composition, negate or distort physical laws, alter the physical state of physical objects; the sudden melting of gun barrels, the spontaneous combustion of any flammable object, the rapid rust or decay of various organic and inorganic materials, the poltergeist-like deflection of an object in flight, the sudden evacuation of air from a given volume, the disruption of energy transmissions and fields, and so on. These phenomena occur practically instantaneously after the completion of the hex.

~Must Exist as Chaos Entity,
~Power Out of Control Without Device (Xin Kue Eye-Without the eye Random Chaos affects everything around him and he can not maintain human form)

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[/tr][tr][td]Social Skills: 3[/td][td]

~Sarcasm
~Charm
~Intimidation
[/td][/tr][tr][td]Teleportation: 4[/td][td]
Transportation via Chaos waves

~Only to places been
~One extra red stone per guest
~Out of control without Xin Kue Eye [/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Acrobatics: 5[/td][td]

~Ability Bonus
~Movement Action
~An subtracted from dmg from falling[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Defense: Energy	2
Defense: Magical	2
Defense: Mental	2
Immortality	Can not be killed unless each and every molecule is scattered (And contained) or utterly destroyed.
Reconstitute Self	Reconstitutes out of Chaos. (combat, violence, or sheer random)
Self-Contained Lifeform	No need to eat, sleep or drink
Deep Reserves:	4
Energy Battery:	4

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EQUIPMENT

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Xin Kue Eye

The Xin Kue Eye is a gem set in Lao‘s right eye. The remnants of the toools he used to focus his magic in his previous life. It appears as a black marble when free however tailors to the user’s eye color when fitted for a false eye. It functions the same as a normal eye as well as focusing the innate chaos that surrounds Lao. Allows Lao to maintain a human shell, he bleeds Chaos though. Lao has a telepathic bond with the eye and can locate it as long as its on the same plane or dimension. +3 to hex spheres and can spend half the time to focus a more concentrated affect.

Mantle of Chaos

The Mantle of Chaos is a artifact formed completely of chaos. It can appear as any shape of clothing Lao desires and is virtually indestructible. As an item of chaos it ties to Lao, on the rare chance his mortal shell is destroyed it reconstitutes with him, he retains it without his shell as well. Its frequently the focus of his Chaos Mysticism. ~As Cloak of levitation ~Free Flight 3

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THEME SONG



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CHALLENGES

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Chaos Being-3w	Following the fallout with the Earthmother Lao turned away from Witchcraft and order. He lost faith when the great powers abandoned him, during a ritual both dangerous and potent. Mephisto’s Hellspike interrupted this ritual and birthed Lao, The Chaos being, this change left the young man bitter and angry, full of passion, fury and rage. This along with the loss of his humanity often leaves him lacking in compassion and the subtler emotions, he progressively finds it harder to connect with human emotions outside his spectrum, and all are fleeting and quick, like his essence, Chaotic.
Hot Headed-2w	Lao is hot headed and impulsive. Aggressive and fiery, he’s quick to light up, whether in voice or action.
Haunted-2w	Lao is haunted by the remnants of his humanity. What he‘s lost and what he‘s become. This occasionally leads him to doing what he can to help those in need, in desperate attempts to solidify his waning psyche and maintain his hold on humanity.
CHAOS-3w	Lao is fundamentally a creature of Chaos, he MUST be causing a stir of some kind somehow. Between what‘s left of his conscience and his need to cause havoc Mephisto and his legions are generally the one‘s to suffer his attentions however paltry they may be. But any who dwell around him are subject to his devices, pranksterish as they may be.

Tarot Card: Reversed Emperor



Creating Chaos out of Order[/center]

[Puck]

Unused for WKS Imprisoned game

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] ?[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Human[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] ?[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Varied[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Varied[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td]? [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] Varied[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] Varied[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] ?[/td][/tr]
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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 15[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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[/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1-100 lbs
~2-100-250 lbs
~3-250-1000 lbs
~4-1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-2-5 tons
~6-5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Black Ops/Spying: 6[/td][td]
~Identity Theft
~Assassination
~Infiltration
~Covert Operations
~Acting
~Counterintelligence[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Nerve Strike: 6[/td][td]

~Intelligence Bonus
~Close Combat attack
~2x Damage OR Stun
~Ignores called shot Situational
Modifiers
~May not be used for defense[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Phase Shifting: 6[/td][td]

~Liquid/Gaseous form-Pass through solid matter (Can‘t pass through tight air tight barriers)
~May take damage from sources (heat for liquid strong wind pressure from gas)
~Can‘t short circuit electronics
~Stones =panels of duration
~Effects anything/anyone touched or carried[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Shapeshifting: 6[/td][td]

~Psionically change appearance (Human only)
~An=resistance to detection
~3 stones to shift, requires a panel of studying target
~1 stone to maintain at same size, 2 stones at size lesser or greater
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[tr][td]Acrobatics: 6[/td][td]

~Ability Bonus
~Movement Action
~An subtracted from dmg from falling[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Photographic Memory	Able to remember everything they have seen or heard in exact detail.
Extended Lifespan	Abilities make gauging age difficult

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EQUIPMENT

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N/A

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THEME SONG



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CHALLENGES

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Constant Shift-2w	Prisoner is constantly maintaining a shape shift, from eye, hair color or height. It does this reflexively and subconsciously. Always spending at least 1 stone to maintain a shape shift, minor or otherwise
Fearful Confusion-2w	While many in the prison do not know who they are. This one has no frames of reference. Because of the unfortunate subconscious behavior its unsure of its place even more. This haunts the prisoner, as it does not know if it is male or female, what age or ethnicity it is, it trusts its appearance even less than the blanks in its memories.
Instinctual fear of electricity-3w	Prisoner is instinctually afraid of electricity Whether its fears are well founded or not has yet to be seen, however there is a primal terror to unchecked energy currents. 2x dmg from electricity due to molecular instability
Guilt-1w	Prisoner harbors a low key degree of guilt. Based upon its skillset and the fact it is imprisoned it fears. Whether its from one spectrum of harboring fears of harming innocents or fear of being held in a prison its unjustly in is unknown. There is only the faint stir of guilt, frail but ever present enough to color thoughts and actions.

Abilities-11w 1r
Actions-35w
Modifiers-1w 2r (I used 2.0 rules for extended life)
Challenges-8
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[Puck]

For Avg Reimagined, was turned down due to better mage cad :3

.: Origins :.

William Hastings is a young man born from the line of men and women with tremendous magical potential. He scorned his grandparents and parents ‘superstitious’ talk of their families legacy for the bulk of his life. Surrounded by the unusual and annoying his singular mind was unwilling to accept he spent most of his time away from his family. The practice often left him an angered and bitter young man, In an effort to distance himself from archaic beliefs he fell into a crowd of like minded individuals, a gang with the moniker of “Rake” He dropped out of high school and spent two years with the gang, they were a tight knit group and successful in their handlings. Will could have spent his life there had tragedy not struck. When the current leader died in what was believed to be a car accident the next in place was less a brother figure and more a dictator. Unwilling to see his second family deteriorate in his eye Will left the gang. The death of a treasured friend and The ensuing loss of his comrades was a hard blow to his emotional state.





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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Willian Hastings “Jinx“[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SECRET IDENTITY:[/td][td] Evil Eye[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Human[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Black[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Brown (left), Blue (right) [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 5'8"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 125 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Heterosexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td]Will is small for his age. With chocolate brown skin, dark hair and a complete case of Heterochromia Iridim he tends to draw negative attention.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Will’s appearance projects a sense of weakness, a victim, that’s not the case. Even before his sorcerers magic awakened he held a standard napoleon complex. He did everything with more fervor and hype than normal to make up for his size, was more aggressive than the situation warranted for he felt he must compensate. A definitive line to him joining a gang. Now more mellowed out Will has curbed his immediate aggressive behavior, though it still shines through.[/td][/tr][/table]

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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td]2[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td]18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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ACTIONS

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Standard Weight of Manipulation Chart	~1-100 lbs ~2-100-250 lbs ~3-250-1000 lbs ~4-1000 lbs-2 tons ~5-2-5 tons ~6-5-10 tons
Standard Distance of Manipulation Chart	~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]General Knowledge: 1[/td][td]

~Int Bonus
~Occult Community [/td][/tr]
[td][/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 2[/td][td]
~Dex Bonus
~Street fighting
~Bats/Tire Irons
[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Mastery of Magic: 4[/td][td]
Will received a scattered tutoring of mystic arts, as such most of what he knows is from research and accumulated knowledge. Nevertheless he revels in the use of his magic.

~Accumulate Energy
~Increase Action Number
[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Sorcery: 8[/td][td]
Most of Will’s sorcery is destructive, as it developed partially on the streets, however he did take inspiration from some of his favorite books and games and often channels his magic through incantations and the like. One trademark of his offensive arts are energy emissions fro his right eye.
[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Power Boost: 5[/td][td]
Will can magically channel and augment the abilities of another, by becoming a catalyst he can greatly increase the potency of the person, or if done without care even disrupt the balance of their power.

~Can‘t be improved by adding lines[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Reflexive Dodge:	3
Targeting:	2
Energy Battery:	3
Deep Reserves	4

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CHALLENGES

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Hot Headed-1	From his youth and up Will has always held a temper. Particularly when his height was involved. Since he shaped up and left the glamorous life of a gangbanger to study magic and turn himself around he‘s leashed his temper, though it still occasionally surfaces.
Ex-Gangbanger-2	Despite his families best efforts Will was a problem child. His childhood was rift with conflict, adventure, and destruction, though he would call it excitement. He loved his family but still drifted closer to a world he viewed as more accepting of his personality, On his junior year he dropped out of High School and followed his friends into The Rakes. A local gang. The gang was benign as far as they go, they didn’t claim territory so much as the right to roam about doing as they pleased. Even so Will got quite a bit of fighting under his belt before his retirement to study the Magical Arts.
Youthful Arrogance-2	At eighteen Will has a great degree of confidence in his burgeoning abilities. Between his success in his old gang and his mystic skills, not to mention the achievement over the illuminati, he finds it difficult to think much can harm him. He has yet to see the true world of magic and might.
Cult of Darkholme-3	The Cult of Darkholme is an order dedicated to obtaining enough pages of the Tome of Darkholme to accomplish a nefarious purpose only their higher ranking members are privileged to. Though Will has not yet come across the cult (to his knowledge) they have been moving. Seeking any hint of knowledge from their coveted goal.
Illuminis Sanctus-2	The Holy Order is a fairly new cult. Its member‘s are young and energetic, zealots who denounce anything they deem witchery or devil craft. Will first encountered the order after his first master passed away. They had located Will by association and attempted to cull him, he easily bested them with his magic and has deemed them negligible ever since.

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EQUIPMENT

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Dragon Stone (Seat in a ring on Wills left hand)	A stone inherited by the first hedge wizard to pick Will off the streets and introduce him to the world of magic. The gem was used to reach an angry teens mind with the most desired gift of every youth at one point or another. Flight. Free Flight (3)
Darkholme Pendant	A page of the Mystic Darkholme Tome embedded in a thumb sized oval pendant. Will frequently keeps it kept beneath his shirt or about his persons. At times he augments his magic with the power of the page, tapping into its vast resources to conjure greater and powerful spells Adds up to 5 stones to a Mastery of Magic Action per panel.

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THEME

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Abilities-4w 2r
Actions-32w 1r
Modifier-18w
Equipment-10w
Challenges-10

Total: 65

Banked Stones-5

[Puck]

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BACKGROUND

Tom has no recollection of his birth parents, his first memories were of an Orphanage, One of many. He instinctively knew he was different even before his abilities manifested. When they did the air of oddness hung over him and he grew even more detached. Resentful at the looks, covert gazes and outright distance the other children sent him Tom left. He bounced from orphanage to orphanage until he was old enough to run the streets. He became a hustler and con man, doing what he can to get by.

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Tomas Lee ‘Tom‘[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Alien -Tordorian[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Black[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td]18 [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'4"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 200 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Pansexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] Tom is a giant of a young man. Tall with flawless skin, clear blue eyes and waves of black hair he‘s a striking figure. His body, when not concealed by baggy clothes is well muscled and well developed.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Tom is in one word, acerbic. He‘s jaded and a little resentful at the world. However if one manages to crack his shell of bitterness they’d find a warmth underneath, a desire to accept and be accepted.[/td][/tr][/table]

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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]DURABILITY:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 5[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 15[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 7[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] -2[/td][/tr][/table]

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ACTIONS

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[/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1+1 per panel-100 lbs
~2-+1 per panel,100-250 lbs
~3-+1 per panel,250-1000 lbs
~4-+1 per panel,1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-+1 per panel,2-5 tons
~6-+1 per panel,5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 1[/td][td]
Tom is extremely strong and durable, no doubt his alien ancestry coming to the for.

~Str Bonus/Improvised Weapon (Car..poll. Etc)
~Bruising[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Computers: 3[/td][td]
Tom Is a brilliant young man, his mind functions differently from most humans. He has a love of technology, specifically the cyber word. While hes skilled at coding his true passion lies in hacking. And despite his bitterness at the world he fancies himself a grey hacker, his sport or hobby is his pleasure, not specifically to harm.

~Int Bonus
~Hacking
~Coding
~Maintenance
[/td][/tr][tr][td]Flight: 3[/td][td]
Due to his Tordorian heritage Tom has the ability to propel himself through the air at will.

~Weaker out of sunlight (Ever day spent without at least an hour of sunlight or solar radiation temporarily reduces AN of ability until recharged)
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Force Blast: 4[/td][td]
Through his biology Tom is capable of projecting powerful forces of energy via his lungs or eyes.

~2x dmg or Area of effect
~Weaker out of sunlight (Ever day spent without at least an hour of sunlight or solar radiation temporarily reduces AN of ability until recharged)
~Frigid Breath
~Solar powered heat
~Sound vibrations (Clapping!)
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Manipulate Body Density: 5[/td][td]
A unique ability Tom developed from his proximity to Earths atmosphere. It allows him to absorb the radiation of the son to manipulate his body beyond a normal Tordorian, granted he does not know what’s normal or not or if he’s human or not.

~Weaker out of sunlight (Ever day spent without at least an hour of sunlight or solar radiation temporarily reduces AN of ability until recharged)
~Does not work off of Earth (Or earth alternate dimension)

~ One shift on Weight row of D&R per
stone
~ Duration = 1 stone/Panel to maintain
~Maximum weight = natural weight
(in stones) + Action #
~Add 1 point in toughness or str up to An, weight at 0 can pass through solid objects
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Hustler: 4[/td][td]
Tom is well versed in human interaction, he ranges from hustler charm to intimidation through his impressive physique.

~As social skills!

~Seduction
~Intimidation
~Slight of hand
~Caustic Remarks-Sarcasm
[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Extended Lifetime	As a Tordorian Tom has an extended life of unknown range. His biology while similar to humans leaves him immune to most natural diseases.
Healing Factor:	~Heal 1 white stone per hour ~Weaker out of sunlight (Ever day spent without at least an hour of sunlight or solar radiation temporarily reduces AN of ability until recharged)

[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Toughness: 2 [/td][td]
Nullify 2x dmg from firearms/projectiles[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Superhuman Senses: 2 [/td][td]
As cybernetic Senses
Telescope
Infrared
Ex-ray
Hearing
(As superhuman)[/td][/tr]
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EQUIPMENT

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Assorted Viruses

Any hacker worth his salt has coded a few viruses, despite being a Grey Hat Tom has a few of his own. ~Ebola-Tom’s nastiest code. Vicious, designed to enter a system and utterly shatter it, literally tearing the software to pieces ~White Out-A subtle virus coded to enter a system, multiply and freeze it up. ~VA-Z-Assorted, Viruses ranging from spam folders to worms.

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THEME SONG



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CHALLENGES

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Blames Society: 2w	Tom blames society for his problems. He‘s poor and bitter, alone and struggling, even when life is good (And it rarely is) He can‘t shake the disgust of humanity in general.
Dead Broke-2w	Tom is dead broke. Homeless, orphan, alone, he hasn't a dime to his name and struggled for every meal despite his gifts.
Hacker-1w	Tom is a hacker at heart, however his financial situation leaves him little time or resources for a laptop and he does not get much chance to explore it.

[/center]

[Puck]

Favored Female Shift:



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BACKGROUND

Amor is an Eternal. Child of Sersi and Eros, though they won’t say how. Speculation lays around Sersi’s mastery of matter and Eros’ abilities augmented to create a fully functioning organic being. Or they just had sex. Either way, the elder Eternals aren’t’ speaking of it. However his concept Amor seemed to inherit more of his fathers abilities than his mother’s, unfortunately its taking him quite awhile to mastery his skills, if its even possible.

Amor spends his time among other races. His favored are the shi’ar and humans, his gift of shape changing allows him to often time live entire lives. More often than not a double edged sword to the sensitive Eternal.

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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Amor[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ALIAS:[/td][td] Incubus, Casanova, Lilith[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Eternal[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Brown[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Blue[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td]oo [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] 6'4"[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] 200 Lbs[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Pansexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td] Amor‘s natural form is unknown even to his parents, he was born or created ever shifting. He favors a handsome young man with blue-grey eyes and dark hair cut just above shoulder length. He maintains a physique that equals his natural toughness, tall and well muscled.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td] Amor is an eternal who’s gifts and focus are socializing. Having inherited some of both his parents tastes he’s mastered the ability to manipulate sensations and his shape. Though he lacks his parents control in both fields he hopes to hone his talents. [/td][/tr][/table]

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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 7[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td] 24[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 0[/td][/tr][/table]

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ACTIONS

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[/tr][tr][td]Area (Distance) Chart:[/td][td]
~1-5 feet
~2-10 feet
~3-25 feet
~4-50 feet
~5-100 feet
~6-200 feet[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Weight Chart (Specific Focus/Person)[/td][td]
~1+1 per panel-100 lbs
~2-+1 per panel,100-250 lbs
~3-+1 per panel,250-1000 lbs
~4-+1 per panel,1000 lbs-2 tons
~5-+1 per panel,2-5 tons
~6-+1 per panel,5-10 tons[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Close Combat: 3[/td][td]
Before he was allowed to travel away from Titan he had to be proficient in combat, hand to hand was one of his favored,

~Str Bonus/Improvised Weapon (Car..poll. Etc)
~2x dmg
~Eternal Combat
~Mixed Martial Arts
~Street fighting[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Dance: 3[/td][td]
Ability to gracefully and elegantly maneuver oneself in the arts. To influence moods, attitudes, or actions and leave a minor but lasting impression

~Can combine with social skills
~Distract
~Entertain
~Persuade
[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Flight: 5[/td][td]
By manipulating Gravitrons Amor can propel himself through air. At this stage of his life this is about all he can manage, and taxing at that.

~Speed up to An
~Add stones vs. weight
~1 stone a panel to maintain
[/td][/tr][tr][td]Pheromones: 8[/td][td]
A trait from his father Amor can emit powerful signals that scramble and affect the senses. His normal mein is lust, affection, love and awe, though unlike his father he is equally capable of fear, terror, and rage.

~Area attack vs. durability (stun)
~Efficient
~Damage=Duration
~Range=1
~Doesn’t work on those without human or animal type senses
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Shapeshifting: 5[/td][td]
Amor‘s mastery over matter extends to his body alone, manipulating himself to take on other forms. Most often he combines this with his ability to induce emotions.

~Psionically change appearance (Humanoid only)
~Takes extra time to prepare (Requires an panel of prepation for the shift separate from panel of study to shift to a person)
~An=resistance to detection
~3 stones to shift, requires a panel of studying target
~1 stone to maintain at same size, 2 stones at size lesser or greater
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Social Skills: 5[/td][td]
Amor is a social being, human, alien, it doesn’t matter, he enjoys conversing and interacting, at times he may interact more than strictly fair.

~Combines with power
~Seduction
~Intimidation
~Human culture
~Alien Culture (General)
~Eternal Culture
[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Telepathy: 6[/td][td]
A gift most Eternals have, Amor has a impressive degree of potential telepathic ability, though hes failed to do more than mastery protective shields from himself. Another gift he developed was the ability to sense the moods of those around him.

~Empathy
~Reflect mental attacks
~Requires Eye contact
~ESP only works when used through Pheromones
~Medium (Range 4 unassisted by stones)
~Stones vs. targets Int+mental defense if applicable for effect (Including ESP: Read minds)
~Defensive modifier vs. mental attacks equal to AN
~ESP: Read minds. 1 stone to read surface thoughts, +1 stone to remain undetected +1 stone for deeper thoughts +1 stone for multiple targets
~1 stone/panel to maintain control or continuous effect
[/td][/tr]
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MODIFIERS

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Extended Lifetime	Like all Eternals Amor has a vastly extended life ahead of him. He also shows a immunity to disease and age, though that can be his other abilities.
Reconstitute self:	Amor reconstitutes himself an hour after destruction

[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Self-contained lifeform [/td][td]
Amor has no need to eat, sleep, or breath[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Toughness:[/td][td]
4[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Mental Defense:[/td][td]
6[/td][/tr]
[tr][td]Translation: Normal [/td][td]
Amor knows over 500 alien and human dialects, he has little trouble learning more.[/td][/tr]
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EQUIPMENT

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N/A

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THEME SONG



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CHALLENGES

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Eternal-3w	As an Eternal Amor is gifted with longevity and health, as Amor he has a tie to the younger kin, humans and other races with a far shorter mortal coil. Unlike his cousins and so forth he has no problems connecting with humanity, it is this fact that causes a problem, he feels when he looses friends, grief comes easier to him and often lingers, often time leaving a permanent touch upon his soul.
Capricious-3	Amor is a capricious character, his constant exposure among the shorter lived races has left a mark, impatience or perhaps excitement, he‘s quick to try new things whether it gets him into trouble or not.
Youth-3	Amor is a young Eternal, not even a full milenea old. His habits and youth have left him with a less reserved and more variable outlook on existence. Possibly a legacy from his father.
Haunted-3	Life is not all fun and games. There are dark beings and darker happenings in the universe. In his life Amor has heard and worse, witnessed some of these atrocities. It is inescapable. They linger with him, stirring at night, often when he is alone. A point of interest that he almost never sleeps alone.
Ever Shifting-2	Amor has a chronic case of ever shift. He has a habit of constantly manipulating his form to suit his tastes. Most times its eye or hair shift, more often than not its simply clothing.

[/center]

[Puck]

The night was young. That was important in Nightworld, for day did not exist there. Only varying shades of gloom. From Twilight to Midnight. Now, with the stirrings of humans the dream walkers came out to play. They have many names, countless titles. The most common were demons. Specifically a type of demon. Kyrakos was one such creature, one who fed off of pleasure rather than pain, though he was never shy to mix if needed.

The Incubus lord reclined along his throne. Dusky skin that all but glowed in the dim lightning of the chamber covered tippling muscles. Occasional flecks of color set in deep blues and silver marked various tattoos down the length of his body, partially shielded by the equally long onyx locks that flowed around him, moving of their own accord. The ever present hunger tugged at his attentions. It was growing in enough tenacity and strength that he would need to sate it soon.

Sighing Kyrakos rose from his seat. His hair swirled around him, dividing into parts that braided themselves into a long tapering length. He paid it no mind, it tended to itself well enough by now that he had no need to deal with it. He allowed himself a luxurious stretch. His servants stared, they always did. He could hardly blame them, he wore no clothing in his palace. The atmosphere his form created was a delicious snack. He could feel his hunger stirring in response to their attentions. That settled it, he would have to hunt tonight.

With a flicker of his will he shifted. His form paled to tinted moonlight, his hair shortened and faded to dull blonde and his eyes, burning with fel power dulled to forest green. Robes of grey and black materialized over his body. He could feel the wistful sighs and groans of relief that coursed through the room. A subtle torture he enjoyed inflicting on his staff. They were the nephilum, men and women whom claimed ancestors of angels and mortals. These ones were less so, having sold their souls for petty things, beauty, gold, nothing worth the damnation they meet out now. They served him the Incubus Lord of the First Facet, dream demesne of the Nightworld.

Another flex of his will brought large bat like wings into existence. Kyrakos flexed them twice before veiling himself and gliding into the air. The trip to the nearest town was quick, no more than a candle mark. He alighted on the shingled roof of the local Chantry. One of his favorite perches. Mortals thought faith could protect them..perhaps it did, for he was one of the kinder Incubus, lest wasteful than other of his kin. Far nicer than the succubae who would be preying here had he not claimed the territory.

Smiling Kyrakos turned his attention to the hunt. Their were couples in the street, occasional people alone, waiting for something, watching their life pass before their eyes. Despite his hunger he waited. He preferred to select people who would not miss the lifeforce, or who deserved his Kiss. There, one of his favorite marks. Dankel, a young man who courted multiple women without their knowledge. Such deception was a bitter flavor in his life force, but Kyrakos could stomach it.

As he glided to the ground between the Chantry and Herbarium he dropped his veil. He lightened his hair a little more to suit his tastes before he approached. If he were kinder he would have adopted the guise of a women, for that was Dankel’s preference. However he bore no love for the mortal, and found his ways distasteful. An incubus had many partners but never did they lie about them, to be wit an Incubus one must acknowledge their habits and the same in return. Kyrakos took a perverse pleasure in bending the young mans perceptions, twisting his tastes with his unnatural allure.

“Dankel.” Kyrakos voiced as he reached his mark. A strong voice, deep with tones of promise and challenge. Undeniably male and still somehow welcoming. He flexed more power, lacing his words with a touch of the glow, just enough to draw heat, he did not wish for attention from those walking the streets. His call could not be ignored. Dankel looked around feverishly, recognizing the sweet dark tones. “Falin!” He exclaimed as he moved forward to embrace the incubus. It was not a move he would make in the right state of mind, in fact its not a move he should have made, buthe did, for Kyrakos was Incubi, and mortal kingdoms fell to ruins under the whim of Lilith’s Children.

Now that he held Dankel’s attention Kyrakos could drop his glow, his natural charisma and charm would suffice. “I’ve missed you Dankel.” Each of his words were carefully weighed, measured, expressions taken into account and calculated. The night moved on according to his plans. It always did. He fed deeply from the youth, he knew even as he did he was taking years off the mortals life. Even his distaste for the man could not completely eradicate a hint of guilt. But the emotion was silenced. Guilty Incubi never lived long. And after Nine thousand years Kyrakos would not begin the road to suicide.

True Form:



Favored Appearance:



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DESCRIPTION

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[/tr][tr][td]CHARACTER NAME:[/td][td] Kyrakos[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPECIES:[/td][td] Incubus[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]GENDER:[/td][td] Male[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HAIR:[/td][td] Varies[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]EYES:[/td][td] Varies[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGE:[/td][td] 9840[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]HEIGHT:[/td][td] Varies[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]WEIGHT:[/td][td] Varies[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ORIENTATION:[/td][td] Pansexual[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]APPEARANCE:[/td][td]Kyriakos is an incubus. As such a creature he maintains a variety of guises, all breathtakingly handsome, tailored to draw in his Victims.[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]PERSONALITY:[/td][td]Kyrakos is a strange creature. He is superfluous at times and wise at others. Deep as an ocean or shallow as a lake. He maintains a strange dry humor that seems to transfer his guises when hes not focusing to much.[/td][/tr][/table]

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ABILITIES

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[/tr][tr][td]INTELLIGENCE:[/td][td] 4[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]STRENGTH:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]AGILITY:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]SPEED:[/td][td] 3[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]HEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]ENERGY:[/td][td]18[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]REGENERATION:[/td][td] 6[/td][/tr]

[/tr][tr][td]WEALTH:[/td][td] 2[/td][/tr][/table]

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ACTIONS

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Standard Weight of Manipulation Chart	~1-100 lbs ~2-100-250 lbs ~3-250-1000 lbs ~4-1000 lbs-2 tons ~5-2-5 tons ~6-5-10 tons
Standard Distance of Manipulation Chart	~1-5 feet ~2-10 feet ~3-25 feet ~4-50 feet ~5-100 feet ~6-200 feet

[/tr][tr][td]Combat Close: 1[/td][td]
Like most Incubi and Succubae Kyrakos is a lover not a fighter, though he is not entirely without skill.

~Int Bonus
~Claw Combat[/td][/tr]
[td][/tr][tr][td]Incubus Kiss: 5[/td][td]
Kyrakos requires the life force of other creatures to exist. He utilizes his otherworldly charm and skill to ply his craft, drawing in his targets and leaving them with amazing memories in exchange for their life energies.

~As Drain Energy
~Improved Drain
~Enchanted Kiss
~Power out of control (Activates upon physical contact for mortals who are attracted to/with)
~Death Factor (Must drain someone at least twice a week [/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Metamorphosis: 2[/td][td]
Shapeshifting ability of a Incubus

~An hour duration
~Only through Action (Requires Kyr to be shapeshifted)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]The Glow: 4[/td][td]
The Glow is the inner effect of a Incubus after they have fed. It manifests in the creatures Aura and automatically draws people to them. Even those who aren’t specifically drawn to the incubus or succubae’s sex will feel a pull.

~As Pheromones
~Power Out of Control (Automatically activates via first social skills after a Drain-Adds to social skills as a modifier-)[/td][/tr]
[/tr][tr][td]Social Skills: 8[/td][td]
An Incubus is supernaturally attractive. Expert liars, magnificent companions, they are among the most social demons.

~Charm
~Seduction
~Multiple Languages
~Human Behavior
~Demon Behavior
~Humor
~Deception
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[/tr][tr][td]Shapeshifting: 5[/td][td]
To maximize their effectiveness at hunting all Incubi and succubae are capable of changing form, to appear to the best tastes to their victims preferences.

~Psionically change appearance (Human only)
~An=resistance to detection
~3 stones to shift, requires a panel of studying target
~1 stone to maintain at same size, 2 stones at size lesser or greater
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[tr][td]Telepathy: 3[/td][td]
Minor ability to Psionically pick up on his targets. The ability is not one all Incubus inherently have but it is one most develop to assist in hunting.

~Astral Projection
~Empathy
~Requires Eye Contact
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[tr][td]Animated Hair: 4[/td][td]
Another skill not available to all Incubi and Succubae but one many master is the subconscious animation of their hair. It has various uses but serves as one of the few defenses they possess.

~As Tail/Tendril/Tongue Whip
~Weapon Modifier
~Can't be split between attack and defense
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MODIFIERS

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Immortality:	Unravaged by time and human disease.
Sense Supernatural: 2	Can sense demons, witches, psychics, etc..
Energy Battery:	4
Deep Reserves:	4

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CHALLENGES

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Incubus	As an Incubus of the World of Dreams. Kyrakos finds himself treading two worlds. The demesne of the demons and the realm of mortals.
Immortal Loneliness	Though he will never admit it, Kyrakos is lonely. He is thousands of years old and does not get along well with most demons. Succubae and Incubi of the Nightworld do not. With his immortal kin at odds and the lifetimes of mortals shorter than a candle mark he has little to alleviate the void in his soul.
A heart of..well close to gold	Kyra, though he understands his need to feed does not care to kill his victims, nor feed on the truly innocence. This sometimes causes conflict with his existences needs.
Untouchable	Because the nature of his power Kyrakos can not physically touch a mortal in lust or love without draining them. This adds to his sense of loneliness and disassociation with half of his world.
Non Human Appearance	Glowing eyes, glowing skin, dainty fangs, swirling hair, Kyrakos's true form is clearly inhuman.

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EQUIPMENT

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Palace in Nightworld:	A palace in the First Facet of Nightworld, Dream Demesne
Assorted vassals:	Horse and stall in a nearby stables

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THEME

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Rated pg-16 o.o




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