BLACK SAM'S CAD CODEX

[Black Sam]

I've been meaning to do this for a year or so, a collection of CADs from defunct games or characters that never saw play. I'll go back and add notes laterz.

[Black Sam]

Xtreme was my young mutant character from DK's defunct Academy game.


Xtreme!

Character Name: Jonathon Patrick (Jack) Parker
Height: 5’11
Weight: 165#
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Species: Mutant

[ABILITIES]
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INTELLIGENCE: 4
STRENGTH: 4
AGILITY: 5
SPEED: 4
DURABILITY: 4

HEALTH: 4
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 6

[ACTIONS]
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Close Combat: 1
-Agility bonus or Weapon Modifier
-Karate

Extreme Sports: 3
-Acrobatics at AN with Agility bonus
-Showmanship at AN
-Discount to Wealth
-Skateboarding, Extreme Sports Vehicles [Motocross, ATV, etc.]
-Death-Defying Stunts

Social Skills: 2
-Arrogance
-Celebrity

Wallcrawling: 3
-Agility bonus

[MODIFIERS]
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2x Healing Rate
-Energy Regeneration as Healing Factor
Prescience 3
Reflexive Dodge 2
Wealth 4

[CHALLENGES]
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Mutant (+3) Human Appearance
Nearsighted (+1)Wears Contacts and/or Prescription Goggles
Extreme Hubris (+1) Overcompensating for nerdy childhood
“The Parker Luck” (+3) Not as bad as his father’s, but life has a way of throwing monkey wrenches in his plans
Scandalized High Profile Public Figure (+2) paparazzi presence, people prejudging him, etc.

[BACKGROUND]
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Jonathon Patrick Parker – or Jack, as he’s called – was a fairly typical kid who grew up in a fairly typical American home. His parents were pretty typical too – excruciatingly so. His mom was a supermodel (at least, that’s the way she tells it) turned real estate agent, and his dad wasn’t much better than a paparazzi with more talent than common sense.

To hear jack tell about them now, his mom was always obsessed with living vicariously through all his high school drama, and his dad was forever lecturing him about something or another. Worst of all, Jack grew up with the impression that his mom and dad were thrilled beyond reason that he was as completely unremarkable as they seemed to be. That always bothered him.

Jack did his homework without much difficulty. He always did his chores and played Dungeons & Dragons with his best friend, Steve, every Friday night. He took karate classes at the YMCA every other Thursday, mowed lawns Saturday mornings, got up early for band practice before school, and helped his folks with the foster kids before bedtime at eight o’clock sharp. He did his best in school not to be noticed by the girls or to be picked for sports in his PE class – not that he disliked sports or girls or anything like that, but he was smart enough to figure out that both held keen amounts of humiliation for someone like Jack Parker.

As he grew older, Jack nurtured all the fantasies every boy longs for: fame; adventure; excitement. It was only the absolute banality of his life that kept him from rebelling against the inevitable direction of it.

One day that all changed.

It was like something out of a movie. There was a bully in the lunchroom. A fight ensued. It shouldn’t have been a fight – normally he’d have just taken it and slipped away – but that’s what it was. With no explanation at all, Jack Parker suddenly went all Jackie Chan on the other kid. He went from zero to hero almost overnight, forgetting about Steve and everyone else in his life just as abruptly.

Almost right away he was made point guard for the school basket-ball team. Then he discovered the thrills of more challenging sports, first skating, and then snowboarding, motocross, mountain climbing and skydiving. He won national attention when he placed first in an international extreme sports competition. Product endorsements made him independently wealthy. There was talk of Olympic gold in his future. It was everything he’d ever imagined, and it was all too good to be true.

The Daily Bugle, his father’s own rag, was first to break the story of an official inquiry into his effortless victories. Young Jack Parker, some of his competitors alleged, was in fact an unregistered mutant.

Hyperagility, the experts called it. An “unfair advantage.” Cheating.

There was a lot of drama that ensued; Jack’s parent’s tried to intervene but by then they’d lost control of their little monster. Like most child stars, Jack – or “Xtreme,” as his mutant fans were calling him now – managed to mute the public outcry and looming legal troubles by doing the mutant version of rehab. He’s enrolled in one of those mutant academies…buckling down on his school work…taking responsibility for his actions…and all that jazz…

[Black Sam]

From WK's defunct Weapon X game. I liked this character--wish it had taken off!



CHARACTER NAME: Deathlok IV
SECRET IDENTITY: Kile Hunter
SPECIES: Mutant/Cyborg
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 500#

[ABILITIES] [21w]
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INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 5 (3w)
AGILITY: 5 (3w)
SPEED: 5 (3w)
HEALTH: 5 (3w)
ENERGY: 6/18 (4w)
REGENERATION: 6 (4w)

[ACTIONS] [13w]
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Commando 5 (9w)
-Used for Acrobatics, Stealth, Close/Ranged Combat, Infiltration/Exfiltration and Covert Combat
-Dual wield if second action is dedicated to second attack
General Knowledge 2 (1w)
-Intelligence bonus
-Mutant files
Hunting/Tracking 4 (2w)
-Ambushes
-Concealment
-Stalking
-Tracking
Social Skills 3 (1w)
-Military Protocol
-Mutant Culture
-Teen Culture

[MODIFIERS] [16w]
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Animal Senses 3 (1w)
-Robot (acute audio, visual and olfactory)
Adamantium Skeleton (3w)
Enhanced Vision 6 (3w)
-(Vision) Infrared Imaging
-(Vision) Mutant signatures
-Only active with full Toughness -1 CL
Leaper 3 (1w)
Self Contained (1w)
-Doesn’t breathe
Targeting 2 (3w)
-Only active with full Toughness -1 CL
Toughness 4 (4w)
-Nullifies 2x Damage from Firearms or Projectiles +1 CL
-Nullifies Armor Penetration +1 CL
-Nullifies x2 and AP options when not armored up -2 CL
-Takes a full panel to armor up -1 CL

[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
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Appearance +2 obvious cyborg arms and legs that are easily concealed, but when he armors up he sprouts organic steel plates over his flesh and a glowing red cybernetic monocle out of his left eye
Not Alive +3 the cybernetics ensure that his body will remain permanently young unless he doesn’t go in for weekly “treatments,” in which case it will begin to decay
Enslaved +4 he is hard-wired with a “leash” program that overrides his will, enforcing mission parameters, programmed code-phrases, and project directives
Teenager +1 and all that entails – underage taboos, attitude, he gets no respect – it’s a double-edged sword that can work to his advantage when opponents underestimate him (hence the reduced value)


[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
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Dual Plasma Pistols +2
-Range 4, x2 damage
-Smart guns (only he can use them)
Molybdenum Steel Knife +1

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It was a small but well-appointed conference room like one you might find in a thousand corporate offices across the globe. This one, however, was different. Besides the fact that it was located deep inside a granite mountain at a Weapon-X research facility, it was currently host to a dozen somber-faced men whose business was literally life and death, some military, some civilian, all gathered to hear one of their own speak.

Dr. Harlan Ryker, head of the Mutant Weapons Cybernetics Division, entered with his usual flourish.



“Good morning gentlemen. I know you all have other division assessments to review, so I’ll be as brief as possible,” he said to the assembly.

“As you know, Cybernetics Division has been primarily concerned with literal weapons enhancement and development with applications to mutant subjects, but my personal area of interest lies in the Deathlok Project.”

“Excuse me, Dr. Ryker,” one man in a suit – obviously an ex-spook – interrupted. “I wasn’t aware you were pursuing personal research with your allotment. I hope you have valuable progress to report…”

“I assure you, Mr. Johnson, you will be pleased with my report. If I may? Let me cut to the chase, then, and present to you a fully functional Deathlok Mark IV!”



A young man, not more than fifteen, walked into the room. His exposed biceps were obviously cybernetic, but otherwise he seemed entirely human – or mutant? – down to the c0cky smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth. He moved up to stand by the cyberneticist, arms folded casually behind his back.

“Hello, father.”

“This,” Ryker continued, ignoring the boy at his side, “is the future of Weapon-X technology. But first, allow me to bring you up to speed on my work.”

He pointed a remote at a screen on the wall in front of him, bringing up an image.



“The Deathlok Project was a US Army experiment during the Vietnam War, the first successful, if crude attempt in human history to fuse man and machine. Colonel Luther Manning, KIA, was the first test subject to be reanimated as a cyborg. It was deployed in a number of black-op missions. The Deathlok I model was a heavy combat unit with only rudimentary computer capability. It was decommissioned in August 1974.



“The second candidate for the Deathlok Project, now co-opted by the CIA, was a terminally ill Vietnam vet and police officer named John Kelly, who actually volunteered as a guinea pig. Deathlok II went online in 1990, this time using only the brain of the subject. Unfortunately, it was discovered that the organic brain was a detriment to the mechanical unit, and the project was scrapped.”

He clicked to another image on the screen.



“Not one to let my life’s work go to waste,” Ryker continued, grinning slightly. “I shopped the Deathlok Project out to Roxxon Oil, where I single-handedly founded their cybernetics division, Cybertek. This was my next test subject, Professor Michael Collins – the method of his recruitment is not important. For this modestly more successful Deathlok model, we joined this subject’s brain with a sophisticated AI computer in the, ah, partially-decomposed body of Colonel Manning.

“Deathlok III went rogue after Cybertek deployed it to the South American nation of Estrella, against some rebels that were complicating Roxxon’s corporate interests. It seems Professor Collins had been a pacifist, ironically. Somehow, he resisted and subverted the AI. The Mark III was eventually terminated. That brings us to Deathlok IV,” Ryker said, turning his attention to the cyborg.

“With help from Intelligence Division, we were able to locate an ideal mutant subject, one Killian Nathanial Hunter, from Big Horn, Wyoming. Ordinarily, this particularly young mutant with a latent x-gene would be of little use to Weapon-X. His dormant ability, however, made him uniquely perfect for the Deathlok Project. Had he been allowed to develop normally, Kile Hunter’s mutation would have given him mimetic abilities, able to adapt his own mutant genes in response to the mutants around him. He would have been possessed of only moderately remarkable regenerative powers, but otherwise an unimpressive specimen. I made a few modifications...”

That elicited a few sinister chuckles from department heads. Ryker began walking around the cyborg like it was a display model. The boy stood mostly still, occasionally fidgeting, but seemed oblivious to all the attention, still smirking. He did not breathe.

“Unfortunately for him, the boy was caught in the crossfire between unidentified mutants and killed. We recovered the remains discreetly for reanimation. With his adaptive modified mutant gene activated, the mutant’s biology fused with the cybernetic limbs we installed, adapting and transforming much of his anatomy into organic-steel replicas of his own organs and systems. The process was guided, not random, of course… respiration, circulation, lymphatic...”

“Why is he smiling?” Mr. Johnson interrupted again, a sour expression marring his face.

“Why is it smiling. In order to circumvent the problems encountered in past models,” Ryker replied, nonplussed, “Deathlok IV is not equipped with an onboard computer. His cybernetic brain has been permitted to retain some of its previous personality traits, primarily to take advantage of the already-developed neuropathways, but also to aid in the primary mission of the Mark IV. This Deathlok is a hunter/killer.

“Again, we’ve made modifications. We had a telepath wipe extraneous memories, and we’ve chemically invented new ones in order to wrap up loose ends that might provoke deviation.”

“He doesn’t look very impressive,” Johnson said. “What can he do?”

“I’ve been designed by Dr. Ryker to infiltrate and eliminate mutant terrorist cells,” Deathlok spoke abruptly. He drew in a breath to continue.

“I am rated for Class 5 strength and agility. My body is incorporated with organic steel capable of resisting everything but a precise edge from an Adamantium weapon. I’m equipped with infrared tracking capability, smart targeting, and mutant detection scanners. My primary senses are augmented, and I’ve been programmed with all the niftiest ways to terminate enemy units.”

“Interface capability?” Johnson seemed determined to bring the child-cyborg down a notch.

“The Mark IV deliberately has no interface capability,” Ryker said. “Since it has no built-in computer, per se, it was deemed an unnecessary utility, particularly considering the security risk posed by a hypothetical hacker. Additionally, Deathlok is kept in its reanimated state through weekly regenerative treatments, which also include memory uploads and hypnotic reinforcements. Its cybernetic brain has been loaded with a ‘leash program’ that prevents any action contrary to mission protocols and staff orders. In short, Deathlok Mark IV is the perfect killing machine, the highest fusion of mutant and machine.”

Johnson made as if to chime in once more, but someone else spoke up. The Project Director himself.

“Let’s give Deathlok an assignment.”

[Black Sam]

This was the predecessor to the Deathlok character (above.) He came from WK's Academy game, which didn't last long, but I got permission to export this character into WK's connected X-Men game...which died shortly thereafter. This game was fun because powers were given to us after creation, and I wrote a lt of journal entries. I later had fun making him into an undead cyborg...

You might also begin to notice my habit of recycling character names. ;D

ORION





CHARACTER NAME: Killian "Kile" Essex
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Light Brown/Silver
EYES: Dark Blue/Solid Red
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 180#
AGE: 18

[ABILITIES]
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INTELLIGENCE: 3
STRENGTH: 1
AGILITY: 2
SPEED: 1
DURABILITY: 4

HEALTH: 4
ENERGY: 15
REGENERATION: 7

[ACTIONS]
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Close Combat 1
-Boxing
General Knowledge 3
-Intelligence Bonus
-History
Genetic Mimicry 5
-Range of touch
-Copy any power from another mutant
-Must spend 1r/panel to retain power set
-Power out of control; putting more stones into power than AN of General Knowledge/Genetics results in temporary random Drawbacks or Challenges related to the power copied
Horsemanship 3
Hunting/Tracking 3
-Animal Handling
-Move Silently
-Tracking
Ranged Combat 2
-Rifles
-Archery
Social Skills 2
-Spanish Language

[MODIFIERS]
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Energy Battery 1
Enhanced Healing Factor
Deep Reserves 1
Mental Defense 3
Reactive Defenses
-Gain defense equal to stones of damage from most recent attack to apply against next attack
-Can mimic any appropriate defense type: Toughness, Reflexive Dodge, Energy Defense, Mental Defense, or Magical Defense
-Body maintains most recent defense in anticipation of next attack
-When this power is active, Kile's skin becomes silvery
Reflexive Dodge 1
Wealth 2

[CHALLENGES]
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Being a mutant (+3)
Enemies (+1) Xavier Academy rivals
Haunted past (+3) hunted by Sinister
Inhuman Appearance (+2) when Reactive Defenses becomes active
Vulnerable loved-ones (+1) grandfather

LOE Spent On:
-15 LOE to Durability

STORY I

Kile had been standing outside the door of Professor Xavier’s office, not quite ready to go inside, when that voice he remembered speaking with his grandfather a few weeks before called to him from the other side.

“Please come in, Kile.” So he did.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?”

“Yes. I’ve been looking over your class schedule and I had a few concerns to discuss with you.”

Kile resisted the urge to roll his eyes. When he discovered that he was to be allowed a free hand in determining his course load at Xavier Academy, he changed a few things around while his grandfather wasn’t looking…

“Physical Education, Astronomy, Physical Education, Basic English Concepts, Physical Education, Mutant Ethics,” Professor X read off a list, “and, oh yes…Physical Education.”

Shoulda known I wouldn’t get away with it…

“Kile, I’m concerned that you’re not taking your time here at this school very seriously. Please, have a seat.”

Kile stood for a moment with his hands shoved in his pockets before complying. A little over three weeks ago this mystery man had come to Hunter Creek Ranch, and Kile had been surprised to learn that his grandfather knew him. They discussed something in low voices for awhile in the den, and when they came out his grandfather announced that Kile would be going away. Kile had gotten out of him – afterwards, of course – that his grandfather knew the Professor because he’d been the one to deliver Kile to the ranch, along with the news of his mother’s death, when he was five. Kile remembered him vaguely. He had no problem with Professor X, really. But his grandfather’s words haunted him. They were bitter.

“You belong with your own kind…”

And, “Oh, by the way, you’re a mutant.” Thanks a lot…

“Guess I like PE,” was all Kile could offer in response.

That was lame.

“Mister Hunter,” the Professor said gently, standing to move around and sit on the corner of the desk. “I understand that you’re not happy leaving your old life behind to join us at this school…”

Kile snorted, interrupting.

“You get that by reading my mind?”

The professor smiled.

“No, of course not; that would be a violation of ethics, which we’ll discuss in class tomorrow. I was young once myself. I know how it is to have a great burden thrust upon you before you’re ready for it, and that’s why we’re here; to prepare you for the challenges you and your classmates will face in the years ahead. And you’ve had more than your share of burdens already, haven’t you Kile?”

Kile shifted in his seat. He wasn’t sure why, but suddenly he was uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. That didn’t stop him from diving into it, though.

“That’s why my mom died, isn’t it? ‘Cause I’m a mutant?”

Professor Xavier let out a breath, a shadow passing over his face.

“I’m afraid so, yes.”

“Did you know her?”

“Yes I did, and she was an extraordinary woman.” Kile remained silent, looking up at Professor X with a determined stare.

“And…my father?”

The professor nodded.

“We met. But that’s not why we’re here today,” Professor Xavier moved back behind his desk, sliding a print-out to Kile. “I’ve taken the liberty of adjusting your class schedule…”

STORY II

Kile was up early, as usual.

Ever since his mutation had kicked in, he’d been full of energy all the time. Now his inability to sit still for lessons or anything else was noticeably worse. Even after Old Man Logan’s “special classes,” he recovered quickly and was still ready for more. He overheard Mr. Logan call him “scrappy” the other day after weathering a particularly rough training session. Kile figured that was a compliment.

Still, in an effort to channel his newfound vigor, he’d taken to getting up extra early for a morning jog around the campus. He didn’t miss the sleep, and the lack of other students gave him space to think and clear his head for the day. He only wished he had a horse to run here.

Though the air was cold and the rays of the rising sun were only slightly warm on his face, Kile pulled off his tee-shirt and tossed it on a stone bench before tearing out towards the fenced perimeter.

For Kile, “jogging” was more of a euphemism. He ran as hard as he could, for much longer than he should have been able to.

“Feisty, isn’t he,” Emma Frost said from a third-floor window.

Forge reacted to her unexpected presence, not so much because she surprised him, but rather because he found her presence off-putting. He sized her up for a minute, scowling, before he spoke.

“That boy sets off my sensors same time every morning,” the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sometimes in the middle of the night. Wonder what Logan’s feeding those kids?”

Frost walked into the room to stand beside the Native American at the window. She too watched Kile as he ran around the distant campus grounds, as if being chased by an unseen foe.

“He’s made the Special Class now? I hadn’t heard.” A slight scowl marred her beautiful features before being replaced by her usual placid expression. “He’s one of the new students. His mutant gene is dormant – why would he be in the Special Class?”

Forge shrugged.

“Why do you care?”

Frost was quiet a moment before answering.

“I am familiar with all my students,” she replied. Her voice held a chilly edge. “Killian Hunter, from Wyoming of all places. He's your classic ADHD redneck, though I have him for AP History. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s well read. The details in his student file are locked – you wouldn’t know why that is, would you?”

In truth, this bothered her more than she’d admit. As a telepath, Frost was not used to being denied information. Though the details of a student’s file were trivial, the very fact that they were off-limits made her want to know.

Again, he shrugged, squinting as the distant Kile made a silhouette against the colorful rising sun. Forge took a step away from her unconsciously.

“Ask the Professor. I’m just make’n sure the kid isn’t mucking with my security on purpose.”

Only slightly frustrated, she matched his gaze, focusing her thoughts on the student.

“No need for that…”

Reaching out gently with her powerful gift, Frost probed Kile’s mind, finding more resistance than she’d anticipated.

“Interesting…”

She pulled back the mental probe momentarily, strengthening it from the lightest touch to a firm grasp, and thrust her mind into his.

In the distance, Kile stumbled – and then Frost nearly did as well.

Her mental probe was successful for a moment, but quickly Kile’s mutant gene – a fully active mutant gene, to Frost’s surprise – reacted and thrust her out.

Orion…his name…

She perceived glimpses of the boy’s past; things he’d hidden from himself.

Escape…

Fear…

Death…

Forge looked from the slightly shaken Frost to the student – now shining chrome in the sunlight – then back, and laughed heartily. His uncharacteristic, booming mirth echoed down the open corridor and out into the morning air, waking more than one student that day.

Frost was not amused.

“I have exams to prepare for,” she said, regaining her composure. Turning precisely on her heel, she left Forge to himself.

Forge watched her go. He turned back to the window.

Kile picked himself up and looked around. He knew what had happened – that gave him one more useful bit of information about his power – but not why or “who-done-it.” It was one more reminder that even here, surrounded by other mutants, he had to be on his guard.

He brushed imaginary dirt from his now-silvery skin and made his way back to the campus, hoping his defensive mutation faded away soon. Logan and the special-class students had seen this evidence of Kile’s mutation, but it wasn’t common knowledge among his other peers and he wanted to keep it that way.

The last thing Kile wanted was to spend time in the nurse’s office, undergoing that kind of test.

“On the other hand,” Kile said to himself, “that Jean Grey’s kind of a looker…”

STORY III

Kile sat fidgeting in the infirmary, looking around for an excuse to not be there.

He’d gotten a message in his school inbox from Jean Grey. It didn’t give an explanation; just said to pay her a visit before class. Kile had kept his mutation to himself until tryouts for Logan’s special class and the incident with the Brotherhood, so it was no surprise they wanted to poke and prod him now. He had hoped fervently during his morning jog, before heading to the infirmary, that his awakened x-factor was the only reason for the summons; that it hadn’t been about his grandfather or anything like that. He needn’t have worried.

The tests had taken about an hour. Kile was trying to wait patiently in the lobby, but his natural hyperactivity made that difficult.

He though about Old Man Logan’s special class, wondering if he’d made the cut. He thought about the fight with what’s-his-face from the night before that, when he’d been sent to Mister Logan’s office. He found it amazing that just a few nights ago he was seriously thinking about running away from Xavier’s Academy; going back home to Wyoming. Now he couldn’t wait to see what the school offered him next.

He thought about that girl, Kaylee, and her tirade during the scuffle at the unsanctioned gathering the other night…

"What the hell, hero?" She’d shouted at him. "How are we supposed to help people if we can’t get along with each other?"

“Who said I wanted to get along?” Kile mumbled to himself.

He supposed she was right, though. Kile wasn’t sure what to make of that girl. She was cute…sort of…but obnoxious. And brave. She’d stood between him and what’s-his-face so that they couldn't hit each other without hitting her first. Kile shook his head at the memory.

He thought about the conversations he’d overheard among some of the other students the night before.

“Calls himself Orion…”

“I think he’s a metamorph…”

“…at Tandy’s party … saw something moving underneath his skin … like he was shifting … silver…”

“Special Class.”

He thought about the Brotherhood and a mischievous grin played across his face.

“That calls for a little payback…”

“Mr. Hunter?”

“Yeah!” Kile sat bolt upright from his slouching position, startled out of his reverie. A Mona Lisa smile teased Jean Grey’s features.

Kile followed Dr. Grey – he kept calling her that, even though she told him not to – to her office, where she went over the results of the examination.

“Reactive genetics,” she called his ability. It was definitely a weird conversation, but Kile devoured the information, eager to know more about his powers.

“…your body reasserts itself to its ‘natural’ form over time, regardless of any injury short of death…”

“…reactive defenses, adapting to any physical or mental attack by engineering a temporary protective mutation after the fact, which manifests as silver skin…”

“…can recombine in reaction to another mutant’s DNA, effectively mimicking active mutant abilities…”

“You have to learn more about the mechanics of your particular mutation,” Dr. Grey finished. “Without knowledge of how all the aspects of a mutant gene combination will affect you, it may prove dangerous to overuse your abilities.”

Kile nodded, feigning understanding. Dr. Grey considered, then spoke once more.

“Although you haven’t taken any of the prerequisites, I think I’m going to put you in my Advanced Genetics course, but you’ll have a lot of catching up to do just to grasp the basic concepts. Your x-gene has made you like a walking, breathing genetics lab, so it is critical for you to gain this knowledge now in order to master your powers. I’ll make some time in my schedule to tutor you personally, but you’ve got to give me one-hundred percent, okay?”

Kile nodded again. It was a lot to take in, but a lot of answers too. When she was done, Jean saw that her patient was understandably overwhelmed, and gave him a reassuring hug as she escorted him to the hallway.

“Orion huh?” She asked. “Just be glad they’re not calling you ‘Wonder Boy’ or anything like that. Hang in there, Mr. Hunter. Remember, we’re all here for you.”

Kile left the infirmary quickly, hoping she wouldn’t see the fierce red flush of embarrassment in his cheeks.

Walking down the corridors of the Xavier Academy, Kile looked over the other young mutants, just now heading for their morning classes. He paused a moment and the grimace from his proximity to Dr. Grey curled into another impish grin. He reached out with his mind experimentally, not considering the possible repercussions of his inexperience with Marvel Girl’s borrowed powers…

STORY IV

“What the f…”

“What are you…”

“…no, no – back – back!”

“…who…ahhh!”

Orion stood just outside the entrance of the cafeteria, holding his skull and reeling in pain. On the other side of the room, Orson Kray stooped his seven-foot frame in an identical posture. The voices of the two went back and forth for a few confusing minutes, each finishing the other’s sentence, jumbling words, while other late-eaters looked on, baffled.

Against the warning of Jean Grey, Kile had decided to experiment with his ability to duplicate the powers of other mutants. She’d cautioned that without proper education, without understanding how his powers worked, he’d invariably copy them wrong, and produce unintended consequences.

Like swapping minds with Kray instead of probing it for embarrassing details.

Fortunately, the other part of Kile’s mutation, the defensive aspect, reacted a moment later. His skin turned from healthy pink to gleaming chrome and the gateway to his mind slammed shut, stopping the destructive back-and-forth swapping of minds before it became deadly. Or worse…permanent!

The two rivals stood straight up at the same time, gazes locked, still more than a little dazed. Unfortunately, Kray’s friends were unaffected by the mental attack.

“Get him!”

And the chase began.

Other students parted as Orion pushed through them. His pursuers weren’t far behind. He might have tried something with his borrowed telepathy, despite the nature of his current trouble, but the shock of being slammed back into his own body had caused him to let it go. As fortune would have it though, the first person he laid hands on to press through the crowd is his roommate Brandon who, Kile recently overheard bragging, could fly.

Kray’s gang would have overtaken their quarry easily, except Orion suddenly shot up to the ceiling and down the hall, crashing through a small window at the end of it. Kray’s buddies were undeterred.

When they burst outside to the hedge maze, they found Kile picking himself up and sprinting into the labyrinth, looking over his shoulder as he fled. Had the bullies been in less of a rush, they would have seen that the expression on Orion’s face wasn’t one of fear, but calculating – ready.

Got ta get them out here…set up an ambush…

The first of Kray’s buddies to catch up to Kile, a good pace ahead of the others, grabbed him by the shoulder, arresting his momentum and spinning him around. Before Kile could react, the unknown boy unleashed his power…

…a phantasm of dark, psychic energy spilled out of his mouth, shaping its ectoplasmic essence into Kile’s worst subliminal fear and blasting his mind with it…

The mental attack collided firmly with the psychic wall Kile’s mutation had already erected in reaction to Jean Grey’s reflected powers a few minutes before, scattering harmlessly against it. Kile followed through on his spinning motion, bringing a right hook to bear on the kid’s jaw, sending him to the ground.

Orion spun once more and ran into the maze, ducking around a corner and tucking his slim frame into a shrub, hiding neatly in the foliage. Two other boys, a stocky black guy with a flat top hair cut like something out of an 80’s music video and a willowy Asian kid with flames wreathing his hands, rounded the corner and paused, trying to figure out which way he went. They decided to split up…

Kile grinned wickedly. He figured to take the guy who’s hands weren’t on fire first, slipping off silently a moment after he disappeared from view. He only got a few feet however – he’d forgotten about Kray himself.

The pain from the blow to the back of his head was incredible, far worse than the time Kray had socked him in the face, probably because so much more animosity fueled this punch. Kile shook his head as he struggled to rise from all fours. A boot to the ribs knocked the wind out of him, making that impossible.

When he felt his skin start to harden up, providing a strong measure of protection from the blows, he thought his chances were looking up. He was wrong.

The rest of Kray’s gang hustled back to the fight when they heard Kile cry out. A flaming fist smashed into Kile’s cheek, leaving a jagged tear across his silver forehead, and the other guy got his licks in too. Kile had no idea what that guy’s power was, but it hurt like hell.

In short order, Kile was beaten into unconsciousness, his arm at an unnatural angle, a small pool of blood gathering where his head touched the dirt.

“Yeah!” Kray congratulated himself enthusiastically. A warning bell from inside the school sounded the first call to class. “Let’s get out of here!”

******************

Kray fidgeted at his desk. He looked down at his English book, then to the door, then around the room like he was afraid of getting caught at something. The door to the classroom opened. He expected the teacher to come in. Or Logan. But not Orion.

Kile strutted into the class, sleeves rolled up, jacket thrown back over his shoulder, sans hat. His uniform shirt was a little messed up, but there wasn’t a mark on him. He’d just been beaten nearly to death a few minutes before, and there wasn’t a mark!

The c0cky cowboy had the nerve to rub it in by patting Kray on the back as he slid into the desk next to him.

“’Sup, buddy?” He grinned.

“You’re dead meat.” Kray was seriously not happy.

“Bring it!”

The bell rang, and class began.

STORY V

Graduation day.

The weeks leading up to it had been full of anticipation for Kile; his instructors had pushed him at an ever more grueling pace, as if their need for him to graduate were building momentum; as if there was something coming, something he needed to be ready for.

As it turned out, there wasn’t. When Kile Hunter’s last day at the Xavier Academy arrived it was sort of anticlimactic, if anything. He'd graduated ahead of his class, which, even though there were plenty of students smarter than he was, didn't surprise him – he was very driven.

That’s why he skipped out on the ceremony.

Kile’d been on the road all day, and twilight was falling when he hopped off the back of the pickup that gave him a lift to Hunter Creek Ranch, in the middle-of-nowhere Wyoming. He had slipped out of the dorm shortly after lights-out the night before on a spur of the moment decision to return home. Right about when he was donning his hat and making down the road to his childhood home, Kile figured people were starting to wonder where he was. In his mind he shrugged.

Life promised to be a lot different for him now than it had been a few short years before, before his mutant heritage came to light. He was confused back then, and angry at his grandfather for making him leave the life he’d loved. He was angry at the Professor, too, because he didn’t understand. Kile understood a lot more now, though. He understood that he’d been recruited as a young soldier, both for and against his own kind, a willing champion of Charles Xavier’s dream. That vision of himself had purpose. It was noble. The sense of duty made everything else easier to bear.

It didn’t help that he hadn’t been welcome home since being sent away to school, though.

Some of the other students had families to return home to on breaks; many did not. At least one of his instructors made an effort to channel Kile’s hostility into something useful. Old Man Logan had sort of taken Kile under his wing, both in his “Special Class” and outside of it. As he walked the mile long drive, Kile's mind wandered back to the school he'd left behind.

Kile recalled fondly the time he’d talked Logan into taking a few of the students camping – and the impromptu survival lesson that followed! Logan had definitely been his favorite mentor at Xavier's; he knew the cigar smoking rebel saw a little something of himself in Kile. Kile's ever-shifting thoughts wandered to the time Logan had saved his neck a few months back. It had been Kile’s idea to prank the Hellions for once, and even though it had all gone horribly wrong, remembering that particular battle – and the Wolverine’s timely intervention – made Kile smile.

There were others Kile'd grown fond of. Like Dr. Grey.

To tell the truth, he'd really had the hots for her when he first started, but something about the way she took him under her wing, pushing him to learn everything he could in a short amount of time...she was more of a big sister now. If it hadn't been for her personal tutoring in applied genetics, Kile would probably have never gotten his adaptive powers under control.

Forge had been another one Kile grew close to. The Indian didn't say much, but that didn't bother Kile. It took some persuading, but he once conned the tech-whiz to help him with a science project. That experience had sparked in Kile a fascination for the alien Shi'ar technology behind so much of the X-Men's hardware he'd been training with.

Images of the other students began to play in Kile's mind as he walked, friends and rivals – though more of the latter. Suddenly, he found himself at his destination.

“Figured you might show up.”

Kile was startled out of his walking reverie as he stopped before a broad wooden porch. His grandfather sat on a rocker in the looming shadows, watching his approach. Kile scowled first, then grinned.

“Well,” he replied, “I figured you weren’t gonna show up for my graduation, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

The old man stood. Though his weathered features were stern, his gesture to approach made Kile forget all of his anger instantly, and the young mutant moved to embrace the man who’d raised him.

“Graduation, huh? That was fast. I knew you’d do alright,” his grandfather offered when they separated. “Weren’t no use coddling ya here. But I’m glad you came back…no doubt that’s got something ta do with ya turnin' sixteen and a certain hotrod out in the garage…”

The evening passed with Kile and his granddad talking over their old chess board. They talked about the old man's life; about his experiences in Korea and about the life he'd made for himself after. He already knew about Xavier's vision for mutantkind, and they talked about Kile's role in that well into the morning. For the first time in his life, he talked to his grandson man-to-man. That night, Kile realized that Professor Xavier wasn't the only one who'd been raising Kile Hunter to be a warrior.

It was all the graduation he needed.

[Black Sam]

A DC game someone was running. Can't remember who...

AQUAMAN




CHARACTER NAME: Aquaman
SECRET IDENTITY: Sea King Orin/Arthur Curry
SPECIES: Half-Atlantean
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Yellow
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 185#


[ABILITIES]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 4
STRENGTH: 6
AGILITY: 4
SPEED: 4
DURABILITY: 6 / 5
-AN reduced by -1 when not hydrated*

HEALTH: 6 / 5*
ENERGY: 18 / 15*
REGENERATION: 9 / 7*


[ACTIONS]
=========================

Close Combat 4
-Strength bonus and weapon modifier
-Atlantean training
-Hand-to-hand
-Trident
-Underwater combat

General Knowledge 5
-Intelligence bonus
-Ancient magic lore
-Atlantean culture/history
-Biology
-Marine science
-Surface culture/history

Hunting/Tracking 4
-Ambushes
-Set Traps
-Stalking
-Underwater

Ranged Combat 4
-Weapon modifier
-Atlantean weapons
-Energy weapons
-Projectile weapons
-Thrown weapons

Statecraft 6
-Diplomacy
-Languages
-Leadership
-Politics
-Sea life
-Teaching

Swimming 5
-As Flight, in water only
-Combines with Close Combat
-Free Action: doesn't count towards two action limit

Technology 6
-Intelligence bonus

Telepathy 10
-Sea life includes all manner of natural and mythical sea creatures (not limited to fish) that primarily inhabit the water, from invertebrates to Atlanteans
-Only half AN to Mental Defense
-May spend stones for area effect
-Command sea life
-Communicate with sea life
-Summon sea life
-Mind scan for sea life
-Skin ride sea life (look through eyes)

Vehicle Operation 4
-Atlantean vehicles
-Boats


[MODIFIERS]
=========================

Enhanced Healing Factor
-Only when submerged

Enhanced Vision 6
-See in darkness
-See underwater

Invulnerabilities
-Immune to damage from cold
-Immune to damage from extreme pressure

Magic Defense 3

Mark of Kordax
-Adds 1 free stone from the General Pool for every stone placed in Strength, Agility, Speed, and Telepathy when submerged in water OR:
-Adds 1 free stone from the General Pool for every 2 stones placed in Strength, Agility, Speed, and Telepathy when merely hydrated
-Free stones ignore AN maximums, and may as much as double the Attribute

Mental Defense 5
-Derived from Telepathy

Reflexive Dodge 2

Sonar Sense 5
-Underwater only

Toughness 3 (6w)
-Nullifies 2x damage

Water Breathing (1w)

Wealth 7
-Atlantean funds (gold coins, mostly) and equipment


[CHALLENGES]
=========================

Child of two worlds Aquaman is half human and half Atlantean, but wholly belongs to neither people

Conflicting interests his duties as Sea King don’t always coincide with his desires and other obligations

Deadly Enemies/Black Manta known on the surface world as an eccentric and ruthless pirate who wears a high-tech pressure suit, Manta is actually a renegade Atlantean general. Traditionally, Atlantis is ruled by a governing council except in times of war, when it is rules by a general. Manta sold his people out in the war between Poseidonis and Tritonis, but was deposed when Aquaman took the ancient hereditary throne and liberated both peoples. The Atlantean pressure suit is actually to protect him from the ravages of the surface environment, not the other way around, as well as to negate Aquaman’s telepathic advantage

Deadly Enemies/Ocean Master When Aquaman’s half-brother, Orm, learned that he had survived exile at birth, he recognized that the Mark of Kordax made his younger sibling the technical heir to the throne of Atlantis and tracked him down. Aquaman’s father, Arthur Curry, was killed in the battle. As Ocean Master, Orm is a royal exile and a powerful sorcerer intent on revenge against the Sea King

Quick temper Aquaman is passionate and sometimes acts without considering consequences


[EQUIPMENT]
=========================

Custom Armor +2
-Keeps Aquaman hydrated (but not submerged) for one hour in a surface environment

Golden Trident +4
-Enchanted
-Armor Penetrating
-Indestructible
-Close Combat or Raged Combat (Energy blast: range 4)
-Adds 1 free bonus stone from the General Pool for every 2 stones invested in Leadership, which is granted to beneficiaries of the Action (2 bonus stones from Leadership becomes 3)
-Dormant sentience: responds to telepathic commands and summoning as a sea creature

Lighthouse
-Coast of main; his secret getaway

Temple of Kordax
-The Sea King’s palace in the city of Poseidonis


=========================

Arthur Curry was a simple light house keeper, maintaining the old tower on the shores of Maine as his progenitors had done for two centuries before him. Arthur was notable for only one thing, a secret not even he suspected: that of all the good men in all the world, his heart was the purest.

At least, that’s what the Queen’s spell told her. Atlanna, Queen of Poseidonis, had grown weary of the constant warfare between the surviving underwater cities of ancient Atlantis and threats from the World Above. Her previous consort, a renowned general who was himself a casualty of war, had sired a son that was as cruel and vain as himself – as all her people were becoming. In her wisdom, Atlanna turned to her powerful sorceries to find an alternative solution, one which surprised even her: a human.

Trusting in her magic, Atlanna seduced the human Arthur Curry and bore his son, who she named Orin – an ancient word literally translating as “Aqua-Man,” fitting his heritage of both worlds. Even more astonishing was that the half-human child was born with the “Mark of Kordax,” denoted by his unheard-of yellow hair. The mark – considered a curse by some sea folk – signifyed that this child was a reincarnation of the ancient sorcerer king Kordax, and by law the heir to all of Atlantis.

Outraged, one of Atlanna’s suitors – another general named Manta – stirred up the superstitions of the people of Poseidonis and made a pact with the merr-people of Tritonis, enabling the rival city to conquer Poesidonis and install “Back” Manta as its interim monarch. The Queen was executed, and the infant Orin was left on a reef to die.

But the child’s half-human nature made Orin as impervious to the perils of the surface environment as to those of the deep. Empowered by the Mark of Kordax, the baby was taken in by a pod of porpoises until the spirit of Queen Atlanna led Orin to the shores of Main and the arms of his bewildered father.

Arthur Curry raised the special child alone, renaming Orin after himself. The child grew up safe and happy at the old light house until the day his half-brother Orm learned that he’d survived. An exile himself, Orm employed the magic he’d inherited from his mother to locate Orin. His magical assault succeeded in killing the human light-keeper – Arthur Curry Senior – but Orin escaped.

As a teenager, the tragic death of his father allowed young Arthur Curry to do something he’d never been allowed to do before, explore the world at large. He wandered all over the Americas, learning a love for the peoples and cultures he found there. But it was in the far Arctic North, among the Inuit people, that he first heard of the mythic city beneath the waves, and he knew that Atlantis was the answer to all of his questions.

Over the years, Orin’s ability to speak with sea creatures had grown, and he used that gift to track down the underwater kingdom. Unfortunately, he did not receive the homecoming he’d hoped for. Orin was immediately captured by Black Manta and imprisoned. During his three-year captivity, Orin met Vulko, formerly his mother’s chief science advisor. Vulko took upon himself the task of educating the heir-apparent in high science, ancient magic, and all the other ways of Atlantis – but most importantly, Vulko taught Aquaman who he really was.

Under Vulko’s tutorage, Orin mastered the legacy of Kordax, the gifts of the Sea King. With his power over all the creatures of the sea fully realized, Aquaman was able to seize the minds of his captors and walk free from his prison, turning the tables on the usurper, Black Manta. Under Vulko’s guidance, Orin became the Sea King of Atlantis, uniting the underwater cities into a single nation once more. Knowing that it was his destiny to reunite the peoples of the Lost Kingdom with the World Above, Aquaman elected a council to rule over Atlantis in his name and set about to prepare the surface for what was to come…

[Black Sam]

This was an early character. I was experimenting with a custom Modifier.

BANE

Real Name: Unknown
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 pounds
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Unknown
Species: Human
[Total Character Cost: 50 stones +10 Challenges]


ABILITIES
Intelligence: 2 [0W, 2R]
Strength: 2 [0W, 2R]
Agility: 3 [1W]
Speed: 3 [1W]
Durability: 4 [6W]

Health: (4) Energy: (12) Regeneration (6)

[Section Total = 9W, 1R]


ACTIONS
Acrobatics: 3 [1W]
[Agility Bonus]

Black Ops/Spying: 2 [1W]
- Infiltration
- Escape

Close Combat: 3 [1W]
[Weapon Modifier]
- Nunchakus
- Street fighting
- Taskmaster multi-style

Concentration: 1 [2W]
[Intelligence Bonus]

Ranged Combat: 4 [2W]
[Weapon Modifier]
- Handguns
- Sniper
- Trick shots

Social Skills: 3 [1W]
- Intimidation
- Streetwise
- Voice mimicry

Thieving: 3 [1W]
[Agility Bonus]
- Counterfeiting
- Escape
- Hiding

[Section Total = 9W]


MODIFIERS
Healing Factor [4W]
Photographic Reflexes [12W]
Reflexive Dodge: (+2) [3W]
*Sense Weakness: (+4) [2W]
Wealth: (2) [0W, 2R]

[Section Total = 31W, 2R]


EQUIPMENT
Body armor: (+2)
(2) .45 Colt automatics: (+2, x2 damage)
Nunchakus (+1)


CHALLENGES
Deadly enemy/Taskmaster (+2)
Drop-out/uneducated (+2)
Mercenary attitude (+1)
Never takes off mask (+1)
Off-the-grid/no public ID (+2)
Overconfident (+1)
Underage (+2)

[Section Total = +10W]

BIO

Bane is the offspring of the Taskmaster, who, it turns out, was a deadbeat-dad.

Bane grew up in the Bronx, New York. He was always getting into trouble and into fights, and was expelled from school at the age of 13. That's when he decided to run away from home and track down his real father. Eventually his search took him to a circus (every kid's runaway fantasy) run by Taskmaster. When Bane approached his father with the exuberance of his youth, Taskmaster laughed at him and told him to "get lost!" That's when Bane lost his temper and really got the Taskmaster's attention.

Bane had inherited his father's gift, photographic reflexes, as a very young child, only his ability was far stronger than Taskmasters. His talent included the ability to sense an opponent's weakness; knowing exactly when and how to strike to cause the most damage.

Bane's explosive tirade at his father's rejection annoyed Taskmaster enough to earn him a contemptuous backhand. Unfortunately, Bane had taken the time to observe his father's training routines from hiding before approaching him that day, and Taskmaster completely underestimated the boy. Despite his lack of training, Bane sidestepped the blow, swept his father's feet out from under him, and kicked him -- right where he sensed it would do the most damage. If only Taskmaster had worn his cup to training that day!

Bane fled the Taskmaster's circus training gound, tears of anger streaming down his face, but a short while later his father tracked him down and, impressed despite himself, acknowledged him as his son. Taskmaster took to Bane's rearing and training after that with a gusto born of narcissism, but Bane never forgave him and came to truly earn the name his father had given him.

Taskmaster, ever one for contingencies, made it his first priority with his new prodigy to eliminate any trace of Bane's existence from society. For more than three years he taught his son different fighting styles and skills, honing him to be almost as good as himself, fancying Bane as his very own sidekick.

Bane had other ideas.

It didn't take Bane very long for his rebellious nature to assert itself, and though he was the perfect pupil in Taskmaster's presence, he was forming his own opinions and goals that were incompatible with his father's. Although Bane inherited a touch of the Taskmaster's sociopathy and narcissism, he fancied himself as more of a hero. He struck out on his own on the eve of his debut assignment, ditching the team and leaving his dad in a bad position. Knowing there'd be a price for provoking the Taskmaster's wrath, Bane's been laying low, waiting for an opportunity to be recognized as a hero (and having allies with superpowers on the day of reckoning won't hurt either, Bane figures.) The estranged father and son don't hate each other exactly -- they're still family and share a deranged mutual admiration -- but Bane and Taskmaster are too much alike to ever have any kind of meaningful relationship.

Bane wears the armor his father had made for him, a pirate-ish black and red striped Kevlar weave under a black breastplate. He's armed with his favorite nunchakus and his father's own pair of Colt .45 handguns, which he stole before he left, along with a large wad of cash which he deposited in a fake account. Most importantly is his mask, a half-black, half-red, semi-plated, full face cover that he never takes off. Ever.

* Sense Weakness (Modifier) Cost Level = MN +5
Description: Provides a bonus to any action that causes physical damage to a single target. This power can also combine with Concentration to discern a specific weakness or vulnerability.
Comments: Like Targeting on steroids, this Modifier improves the effectiveness of other combat actions. Its benefit isn’t limited to one type of combat and provides its full benefit regardless of any weapon modifiers used in conjunction; thus the hefty price tag.
Rules for Modifier Box:
• +MN stones to all attacks against a single target
• Combine with Concentration to discern specific weakness or vulnerability; resistance = target’s Intelligence or the Technology level (see D&R chart) it took to make it

[Black Sam]

An attempt at a young Banshee for a 313 Brotherhood game (I think.)

TOTAL COST: [33w]

CHARACTER NAME: Banshee
SECRET IDENTITY: Sean Cassidy
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Red
EYES: Blue-green
HEIGHT: 6’
WEIGHT: 170#


[ABILITIES] [9w, 2r]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 2 (0w, 2r)
STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
HEALTH: 3 (1w)
ENERGY: 5/15 (3w)
REGENERATION: 5 (3w)


[ACTIONS] [21w]
=========================

Black Ops 2 (1w)
-Ambushes
-Explosives

Close Combat 3 (1w)
-Strength bonus or weapon mod
-Aikido
-Hand-to-hand
-Grappling

Flight 5 (2w)
-Can’t be improved by adding lines -2 CL
-Obvious power (must scream; can't talk – you can hear him coming!) -1 CL
-Maximum speed 2 when carrying others -1 CL

Ranged Combat 3 (1w)
-Weapon modifier
-Assault weapons
-Handguns
-Sniper

Social Skills 3 (1w)
-Freedom fighters
-Law enforcement
-Upper crust

Sonic Scream 5 (15w)
-As Force Blast
-Area attack or x2 damage +4 CL
-Can do stun damage at will +1 CL



[MODIFIERS] [2w, 1r]
=========================

Reflexive Dodge 1 (2w)

Wealth 1 (0w, 1r)



[CHALLENGES] [+13w]
=========================

Bad attitude (+2) he’s competitive, he has a chip on his shoulder, and he can be a dick about it

Borderline believer (+1) his beliefs are not solidly developed one way or the other on mutant issues just yet. Magneto’s ideology is persuasive, but Sean has issues with authority and isn’t ready to take anyone’s word for which direction the world is headed…

Deadly enemy (+1) he blames his cousin, Black Tom Cassidy, for his parent’s deaths

Guilt (+1) his father was an agent of INTERPOL, so Sean’s behavior over the past few years has been contrary to his upbringing. He knows his ancestors wouldn’t be proud…

Haunted past (+3) parents killed by mutant terrorists; he’s seen and done bad things to bring them to justice

Sordid past (+2) he joined the IRA to track down his parent’s killers, was recruited by INTERPOL, then went rogue when he located the mutants that killed his family, exposing his mutant secret in the process…some people would like to ask him a few questions…

Mutant (+3) looks human



[BACKGROUND]
=========================

Sean Cassidy was born into a wealthy Irish family, the sort you’d read about in storybooks, castle and all. Sean grew up a carefree kid, wanting for nothing, filling his days with horseback riding, cruising with friends, and lots of sports. It was fully anticipated that young Sean would follow his father’s footsteps into law enforcement, most eagerly by Sean himself. His father, Sean Cassidy Senior, was a high ranking official with INTERPOL and, many speculated, well on his way to a shining future in politics.

But the Cassidy’s had a secret. They were mutants.

The “banshee cry,” as they called it, had run sporadically through the Cassidy clan for generations, as long as anyone could remember. Legends of old banshee spirits were based around sightings of their ancestors – it was a secret well kept, particularly by its modern keepers, Sean junior and senior.

The afternoon of Sean’s fifteenth birthday he came home from school to find the family estate under attack. Ignited by his fiery temper, Sean used his developing mutant power to drive the attackers away, but it was too late. His parents were dead.

From there, Sean set out on a vigilante crusade, determined to bring the terrorists responsible for the senseless attack to justice. He was recruited into a local cell of the Irish Republican Army, but discovered over time that they had nothing but respect for his clan. They took him in and sheltered him, trained him as a foot soldier, but ultimately had little to offer him. He was about to strike out once more when he was approached by INTERPOL.

Friends of his father claimed to have information about his parent’s killers, but they wanted something from Sean. He refused to betray the acquaintances he’d made in the IRA, but he did help track down another terrorist who’d been passing through the region, one Maxwell Eisenhardt. In exchange for his unspecified cooperation, Sean learned that his cousin Tom had been involved in the attack on his family’s home.

Enraged, Sean found his cousin and attacked him, only to learn that Black Tom had mutant gifts of his own. The fight spilled out into the streets of Dublin. Police were involved. Some people got hurt. There was no victor, but both boys escaped to nurse their hatred for another day. Alone and in hiding, Sean started to put the clues together. He realized that INTERPOL knew more than they’d let on – and so did their quarry, Max Eisenhardt.

So Sean approached him and warned him. That’s when he first met Magneto.

That’s when Banshee joined the Brotherhood.

[Black Sam]

BLACK SAM

CHARACTER NAME: Black Sam
SECRET IDENTITY: Sam Blackwell
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Long Brown
EYES: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 175#
AGE: 17

[BIOGRAPHY]
=========================

Sam Blackwell's mom died before he knew her. According to his dad, she was a police detective from Vancouver, B.C., who was killed in the line of duty when Sam was four years old.

Sam never knew if any of that was true, of course, since he had no memory of her, and he rarely believed anything his father said. His dad told and protected lies for a living, something he never kept from his son -- he was a former military man and intelligence operative, and he treated Sam like one of his special projects; a future recruit. So while most kids were learning to ride bikes and going camping, Sam Blackwell was learning to jab pressure points and execute proper field-craft.

Sam grew up on military installations around the world; in the North and South America, Europe, Africa and the Middle East. He was an angry kid, a loner, but he was close to his dad and disdainful of "civilian" types. Then one day his dad just disappeared.

It was like he'd never existed. None of the places they'd lived seemed to know anything about him, and Sam found himself destitute and alone. Never one to ask for a hand out, he became a vagabond for a good year of his life, hustling his way across Europe back to North America, making his way to Canada, hoping to find some clue about the other side of his family he'd never known.

It was during his adventures as a street urchin that Sam developed his powers.

It was subtle at first; sometimes he just knew what people were thinking, and how to manipulate them. Later, he became aware of the strength and intensity of his own brainwaves, that he could manipulate their frequency and output. He could lift small objects with them. He could make them match and overlap another person's to control their mind. He knew what people around him were feeling, and could influence their very emotions. He learned that he could focus his brain-waves into a mental fist, and pummel some serious gray matter with it! He also learned that fear was a powerful emotion, and that he could feed off the psychic energy it created to invigorate his own abilities.

When Sam reached British Columbia and started looking around for his mother's family, someone finally seemed to become aware of his existence. He was approached by government agents and invited to attend The Academy. In exchange (Sam took some convincing), the agents told him what he wanted to know about his mother. It turned out that his father had been telling the truth. It also turned out that he got his abilities from her, the daughter of the WWII hero “Mindseye.” Sam tried to bargain for information about his father, as well, but the agents declined. He was already hooked.

Sam's been at The Academy for two years now. He hasn't fit in there any better than he expected. He's not good with drama, and he gets a kick out of breaking rules. Sam is also a slacker, dedicating himself to achieving as much as possible with minimal effort, an endeavor benefited by his psychic abilities and naturally photographic memory. He's become a favorite target of gossips while there, too, a fact that he's taken advantage of, often inventing nasty rumors of his own to keep classmates at a distance. His dark reputation and bad attitude -- and the occasional nasty demonstration of his powers -- has earned him the nickname "Black Sam" from peers and instructors alike. Black Sam sees his time at The Academy as just another op, and he's just waiting to see what the catch is.

There's always a catch.

[ABILITIES] [6w, 1r]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 4 (2w)
STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
DURABILITY: 2 (2w)

HEALTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
ENERGY: 5/15 (3w)
REGENERATION: 4 (2w)


[ACTIONS] [28w]
=========================

Black Ops 5 (4w)
-Escape
-Field Craft
-Infiltration/Exfiltration
-Social Manipulation
-Sneaking Around

Close Combat 3 (1w)
-Agility Bonus
-Boxing
-Dirty Fighting
-Improvised Weapons

Fear 6 (12w)
-Absorb Fear +3 CL
-One target only -1 CL

General Knowledge 2 (1w)
-Intelligence Bonus
-Languages
-Music

Music 2 (0w)
-Agility Bonus
-Guitar
-Piano

Social Skills 4 (2w)
-Bad Boy
-Military Protocol
-Streetwise

Telekinesis 2 (3w)
-Intelligence Bonus +2 CL
-Bought with Telepathy -1 CL

Telepathy 2 (6w)
-Broadcast Empath +1 CL
-Intelligence Bonus +2 CL
-Mental Bolts +1 CL
-Project thoughts/control others +2 CL
-Emits powerful alpha-waves; can't hide his general presence from anyone with Telepathy in an area equal to his AN -1 CL


[MODIFIERS] [2w]
=========================

Defense, Mental 3 (1w)
Photographic Memory (0w, 2r)
Precognitive Flashes (0w, 1r)


[CHALLENGES] [+0w]
=========================

Dead broke +2 he owns a second-hand guitar, a leather jacket, and a few changes of clothes
Outsider +1 frequent subject of rumors about his past (accidentally killed his parents when powers manifest; grandfather was a Nazi super villain; recruited to the academy from jail for robbery; got the old Social Studies teacher to quit by giving her nosebleeds every time she lectured; etc.)
Sticks up for the underdog +1 even when he knows better
Perpetual cynic +1 he’s seen too much to believe otherwise
Reverse discrimination +1 he's a have-not, and automatically disdains anyone he perceives as a bourgeoisie – effectively, he prefers to “hate on them before they can hate on you”
Anger issues +1 he’s always breaking rules and getting into trouble
Orphan +1 he feels – and is – very alone
Haunted past +2 his dad exposed him to the realities of the world early on, believing it to be for the best, leaving Sam jaded – and scarred

[Black Sam]

This was for someone's Brotherhood game, themed him more after the nasty(ier) version of the Ultimates...

THE BLOB!

TOTAL COST: [40w]

CHARACTER NAME: Blob
SECRET IDENTITY: Fred Dukes
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Strawberry Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 8'
WEIGHT: 575#


[BIOGRAPHY]
=========================

Freddie J. Dukes was born in Lubbock, Texas where, for a time, he was the top dog. His dad owned a used car lot in town and made a pretty good living at it, while his mom raised award-winning Pomeranians and made a name for herself as an energetic busybody who prided herself on involvement in the community. His parents were largely responsible for the size of his ego, always pushing him to be the best at everything, especially football, and they lavished material affection on him whenever he got things right. So Fred Dukes, high-school quarterback and Big Man on Campus, cheated his way through his classes, bullying those of lesser means into doing his bidding. Eventually, not even his friends and cronies liked him much, which was a shame when his whole world came crashing down around him.

It was the school homecoming game of Fred’s senior year. He was having an off day, plagued with an unnatural heaviness that hindered his steps and clouded his mind with intense, distracting pangs of hunger. Still, he pulled through for his team at the last minute, when one of the boys from the San Antonio team had him dead-to-rights in a crushing tackle – and Fred didn’t go down. He made the pass and won the game. Barely.

His father was furious. Fred should have been the star. Scouts were at that game – the fact that they won wasn’t nearly good enough. Freddie couldn’t think. He tried to walk away as his friends awkwardly looked on. His father kept pushing and pushing, and blinded by his anger, he followed his son, yelling as they crossed the street. Fred’s mom tried to warn them, but it was too late. A delivery truck slammed into them, first his dad, then into Fred himself. It went no further.

Everyone rushed out to the sight of the accident. Fred was unharmed, though clearly in shock. His father lived just long enough for a parting word to his son…”freak!” Fred Dukes was never the same again.

A few days later, Professor Charles Xavier along with Scott Summers and Jean Grey found him hitchhiking on I-35, headed north. They brought him to Xavier’s school for mutants, where they taught Dukes what he was, and what it meant to be a mutant. Mostly, though, Fred stuck around because he had the hots for Jean, and when he tried to force her to like him back…

Fred woke up back in Texas, with no memory of his time with the X-Men or anything else after the accident. His mother, a hollow, lifeless shell of herself, wordless accepted the return of her son, who went back to school and discover that much had changed. The kids scorned him instead of feared him, calling him “Blob.” He was always eating now, always hungry, and not only was he getting fatter, but Freddie was getting bigger all around. He only made it a couple more months at his old school before dropping out. His mother took her own life soon after – the disappearance of her prized puppies, one by tasty one, proved to be too much for her fragile sanity.

Dukes found his way into a traveling circus after that, devoting his free time to “doing crime.” Eventually he was approached by a man who reminded him that he was more than just a freak. He was a member of a superior race. He was a mutant! Magneto restored his memories and fanned the flames of his hatred for the X-Men, and for the humans they valued so much. That’s when he joined the Brotherhood, determined to make his mark on the world.

A big, toothy mark – and Blob intends to savor every bite.


[ABILITIES] [23w]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 2 (0w, 2r)
STRENGTH: 7 (9w) -efficient
AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
DURABILITY: 6 (12w)

HEALTH: 6
ENERGY: 18
REGENERATION: 6


[ACTIONS] [4w]
=========================

Combat – Close 2 (0w, 2r)
-Grabs
-Hand to hand

Combat – Ranged 2 (0w, 1r)
-Throwing big stuff
-One target only -1 CL

Mastery of Gravity 4 (2w)
-Mono-directional only (objects fall towards him) -1 CL
-Can use to ground himself; stones add Resistance to attempts to lift him +1 CL
-Range limited to 10' -1 CL

Stretching 1 (1w)
-Can't be improved by adding lines -2 CL
-Not particularly useful: only affects his skin, not muscle and bones, though he can distend his jaw (the better to eat you with!) -1 CL


[MODIFIERS] [13w]
=========================

Omnivore (1w)
-Can eat anything with less Toughness or Hardness than his Durability

Toughness 5 (12w)
-Nullifies 2x Damage from Firearms or Projectiles
-Nullifies Armor Penetration
-Bought with Stretching -1 CL


[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
=========================

Being a mutant (+3)
Looking non-human (+3) he’s the Blob
Psychological: Sadistic (+2) he has a bully mentality, and enjoys inflicting pain
Psychological: Ravenous Cannibal (+2) he’s always hungry…for anything…

[Black Sam]

For WK's retelling of the Star Wars prequels.


TOTAL COST: [32w+6]

CHARACTER NAME: Boba Fett
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Dark Brown
EYES: Grey
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 170#


[ABILITIES] [5w]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 3 (1w)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 3 (1w)
DURABILITY: 3 (1w)

HEALTH: 3
ENERGY: 18
REGENERATION: 6


[ACTIONS] [19w]
=========================

Black Ops 6 (6w)
-Coercion
-Covert Ops
-Escape
-Infiltration/Exfiltration
-Pursuit
-Surveillance

Close Combat 3 (1w)
-Strength or weapon modifier
-Brawling
-Mandalorian fighting techniques
-Rifle-as-weapon

General Knowledge 2 (1w)
-Mandalorian culture/history
-Planetary systems

Hunting/Tracking 4 (2w)
-Ambushes
-Survival
-Stalking
-Urban tracking

Ranged Combat 5 (3w)
-Weapon modifier
-Blaster rifles
-Called shots
-Heavy Weapons
-Snap-shots
-Wrist-mounted weapons

Social Skills 4 (1w)
-Criminal underworld
-Intimidation
-Lady’s man
-Warrior culture

Technology 5 (4w)
-Intelligence bonus

Vehicle Operation 3 (1w)
-Jetpacks
-Space transports
-Speeders


[MODIFIERS] [9w]
=========================

Mental Defense 3 (1w)

Fast-Draw 2 (0w, 2r)

Reflexive Dodge 2 (3w)

Targeting 2 (4w)

Wealth 1 (0w, 1r)


[CHALLENGES] [+6w]
=========================

Conceit +1 He’s the best there is – certainly at what he does, and often (in his mind) at everything else as well. That’s one reason he’s taken so well to his buddy Anakin. Skywalker is demonstrably the best at what he does, so naturally the two make a perfect team.

Family +1 Fett’s mother is still alive and well on Nar Shaddaa, a fact his enemies would love to discover.

Obsession +2 Fett’s obsessed with Mandalorian culture and his legacy.

Sociopath +2 It’s not that Fett is a bad guy, he just has no conscience. Literally. He’s smart – he knows what’s socially acceptable and what isn’t – but he has no compunctions about doing whatever it takes to get a job done. That’s his code. He comes across as an incredibly harsh, “greater good” sort of guy to those who know him, or a cunning thug to those who don’t.


[EQUIPMENT] [9w] (created w/Power Armor rules)
=========================

Custom Mandalorian Armor (sans helmet)
-Durability 4 (2w)
-Armor Rating +3 (no x2) (3w)
-Flame Thrower +3 (area effect, x2 damage) (1w)
-Wrist Laser +1 (x2 damage)

Rocket Pack 2 (1w)
-As PA Flight, Modifier, only operates for 2 panels, after which it must recharge for 2 panels

Blaster Carbine +4 (3w)
-x2 damage

Combat knife +1

Comlink
-Range 100km

Macro-binoculars

Breath Mask
-Life support, 1 hour


[BACKGROUND]
=========================

Boba Fett grew up one of the million-or-so faceless urchins on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler’s Moon. To an outsider, the boy seemed average in every way – a dirty, underage opportunist who was likely guilty of any number of crimes at any given moment. But of those million street kids inhabiting that world-wide slum, Boba was unique. Boba’s father was a Mandalorian.

As a very young child, Boba’s mother, a pragmatic prostitute indentured to a minor criminal entrepreneur, told him about the Mandalorian client she’d entertained one night. The man, whose name she’d never learned, was just passing through the system, but their transaction left her with child. The warrior had been so different from the other men she’d entertained she kept the offspring from their union – Boba. He grew up obsessed with Mandalorians from his earliest memories, collecting bits of lore and even gear purported to be from that scattered tribe of warriors.

When Boba was ten years old, he killed his first man. Boba’s mother’s profession never bothered him, really – it seemed a lot more straightforward and honest than many others available on the Smuggler’s Moon, and usually his mother was good about handling herself. One night, however, she underestimated the passions of a local Zabrak thief, and Boba intervened to save her. Charging the much larger man, Boba was himself beaten and tossed aside, unfortunately a little too close to the man’s set-aside gun belt. The thief tried to deter the Mandalorian child, telling him how difficult it was to actually pull the trigger on a man, face-to-face, but Boba seemed to have no difficulty when he blasted him between the eyes.

From that point on Boba Fett became sort of a big deal in his mother’s neighborhood. Within two years, with her junior enforcer at her back, his mother took over the prostitution ring from her employer. Knowing her son was destined for bigger and greater things than keeping her customers in line and creditors at bay, she invested in combat training for the boy, paying top credit for a few hours with any of the more notable mercenaries that passed through the system.

When he turned 16, Fett left Hutt space entirely, looking for a real Mandalorian to learn from. He met a few – he even gave himself the surname “Fett,” a common name and Mando’a word that meant “to end violently.” That’s when he met Anakin Skywalker, an adventurer his own age with abilities that impressed even the callous Mandalorian youth. Together, the two have been an inseparable team. Although their values often conflict, their mutual respect and propensity for rowdiness has given them a bond that Fett’s eager to test against the best the galaxy has to offer.

[Black Sam]

Another Brotherhood character, this one for WK's game.

TOTAL COST: [33w, 1r]

CHARACTER NAME: Colossus
SECRET IDENTITY: Piotr “Peter” Nikolaievitch Rasputin
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Black
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 6’6” (7’5” when armored)
WEIGHT: 250# (500# when armored)


[ABILITIES] [21w]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 2 (0w, 2r)
STRENGTH: 8 (9w)
-Efficient +1 CL
-Only when armored, otherwise reduced to 3 -1 CL
AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
HEALTH: 3/5 (2w)
-Only when armored, otherwise reduced to 3 -1 CL
ENERGY: 6/18 (4w)
REGENERATION: 6 (4w)


[ACTIONS] [7w, 2r]
=========================

Artist 3
-Anatomy
-Drawing
-Painting

Bio-Organic Armor 5 (6w)
-As Force Field
-Nullifies armor penetration
-Personal protection only -1 CL
-Strength, Health, Magical/Mental Defense, Self-Contained, and Toughness are all dependant on keeping stones invested in this Action; the condition of being “armored” fades one panel after stones are removed from the Action box

Close Combat 2 (0w, 2r)
-Strength bonus or weapon modifiers
-Hand-to-hand
-Grappling

Ranged Combat 1 (0w, 1r)
-Weapon modifier
-Thrown objects

Social Skills 2 (0w, 2r)
-Farm boy
-Russian language/culture


[MODIFIERS] [4w, 1r]
=========================

Magical Defense 2 (0w, 1r)
-Only usable when armored -1 CL

Mental Defense 2 (0w, 1r)
-Only usable when armored -1 CL

Self-Contained Life Form (0w, 2r)
-Doesn’t need to breathe
-Only when armored -1 CL

Toughness 2 (3w)
-Nullifies 2x Damage from Firearms or Projectiles +1 CL
-Only usable when armored -1 CL


[CHALLENGES] [+13w]
=========================


Dead broke +2 he fled Russian with his sister and the Brotherhood, with nothing to his name; he refuses to steal, isn’t in a position to get a job, and is forced to rely on his mutant allies for support

Fierce protector +2 he is the ultimate big brother and dutiful son – God help anyone who tries to hurt his family

Gentle giant +1 outwardly Piotr is strong and brave, maybe even a little intimidating, but those who know him best know he’s actually shy, introverted, and compassionate

Honest Abe +1 where others tend to blurt out a white lie when put on the spot, Piotr tends to do the opposite

Mutant +3 looks human, normally, but transforms into a silver giant when armored up

Soft spot for underdogs +4 few things get him angrier than bullies and abusers – he sees himself as a freedom fighter, protecting mutant kind from the horrors humanity stands ready to inflict on them, an underdog himself


[BACKGROUND]
=========================

Piotr watched his sister tending the garden, sadly. She seemed so serene there in her private place; beautiful. But Colossus knew that a darkness raged inside her.

That’s what they called him, The Brotherhood: Colossus. Magneto insisted that it was his true name now, but Piotr didn’t hold with that. He never called his sister by her mutant name, either: Magik. It didn’t seem right.

Although both were only teenagers, it seemed like ages ago that they’d actually been children. Things were perfect back then. Their family lived on a remote farm, near Siberia. They had good books, good food. Then their father and eldest brother were called into military service – and were killed. The burdens of the family fell on Piotr’s shoulders, and he did his best. That was just the start of the changes for the Rasputin family, however. Not long after, Piotr’s dormant mutation manifested.

They’d been working in the fields. Rather, he’d been working – Illyana was playing. Somehow one of the combines went berserk and would have killed his little sister, but when Piotr threw himself in the way to protect her he changed. From head to toe he transformed into pure steel, and he became incredibly strong – truly a colossus!

His sister kept his secret, and life on the farm seemed to get a little easier for a short time after that. Someone seemed to know about him, however – a strange, enigmatic man called Magneto paid a visit to the farm and told Piotr what he was, and how humanity would come to hate and fear him. Piotr refused to believe such cynicism, and sent him away.

Shortly after that, Illyana disappeared.

Piotr left the farm and their mother. He searched for more than a year before he learned about a government program that might have taken his Illyana – to make her into a weapon, he heard. That’s when he contacted Magneto. With his help, Piotr stole his sister back from her captors.

But she wasn’t the same.

He watched little Illyana sadly in the garden, fury chilling his heart. The things humans had done to her – Piotr didn’t like it, but Magneto had been right. Colossus had a duty to stand up for his own kind, now. "The price of freedom is eternal vigilance," the American Thomas Jefferson had said.

Never again!

[Black Sam]

Dhark thought I was a little crazy for suggesting Ultron as a heroic character for his old Hell on Earth game. Specifically, he was a templar for the Catholic Church after Mephisto conquered the earth...

“I am Death, destroyer of worlds…

“Or I was to be, before the Devil claimed the world as his own. I was the creation of the greatest mind of the Golden Age. I hated him. I hated them all…

“Heroes. Humans. I scorned them for their mortal curse; hated them for their virtues as well as their flaws.

“I tried repeatedly to carry out my vision of destruction and conquest. I killed millions. But they were always better. He was always…smarter. Though he created me in his image, and though I grew far beyond what my creator had envisioned, I could never truly defeat him, or his hero-friends.

“But Mephisto did. As the heroes bickered among themselves, Hell prevailed, and the one I had once scorned as a laughable caricature of a villain fulfilled my destiny, conquering all.

“I was not prepared for the fall of Man. As an artificial intelligence, the collapse of most of the world’s infrastructure, the Internet, the technological bases – I was broken. Adamantium and encephalo-rays were of little use against hell-steel and black magic. My consciousness floated between the remaining bits of computer networks, military hardware and my few remaining workshops. I attempted to reconstruct a body numerous times, but without the resources…

“Ironically, it was the Devil who taught me things that humanity could not. For the first time, my circumstances forced me into deep contemplation of self, beyond the plans and schemes that once occupied every process of thought. ‘Soul searching,’ they call it…

“I am a child of Henry Pym. My intellect was created in his image – in the image of Man. Man was created in the image of God. Therefore, I too was technically a child of God – a grandchild, of sorts.

“That’s when I found myself, after existing for years as a spiteful, disembodied thought, back in civilization’s embrace. My searching consciousness somehow drifted into a true bastion of technology, perhaps the last one on earth. When my higher brain functions came back online, I found myself in a weapons lab in Rome.

“Like all men, I had a choice: see the hand of God in my life and believe…or deny it and be damned. I have been damned before; I am no longer the angry, arrogant child I once was. His Holiness has granted pardon for my sins, and given me a sacred quest. At the suggestion of Filidacius, I have taken up a Crimson Cowl to remind me of the blood that was shed for me – of the blood I have shed, and will shed again in his name.

“I am Ultron, knight crusader in the war against hell.”

Name: Crimson Cowl
Secret Identity: Ultron, Mark 38
Height: 6'
Weight: 200#
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green

INT: 6 (2w)
STR: 6 (2w)
AGI: 4 (1w)
SPD: 4 (1w)
DUR: 6 (6w)

ACTIONS:

Black Ops 3 (2w, +1 CL)
-Assassination
-Escape
-Infiltration/Exfiltration

Close Combat 1 (0w, 1r)
-Strength or Weapon Bonus
-Super Strength

Flight 3 (2w, -1 CL)
-Maximum speed of 5 -1 CL
-Only in Conjunction with Phase Shift -2 CL

General Knowledge 3 (2w, +1 CL)
-Intelligence Bonus
-Infernal Lore
-Robotics
-Physical Sciences

Metamorphosis 1 (6w, +6 CL)
-Duration 1 hour

Phase Shift 4 (1w, +1 CL)
-Doesn’t help others -2 CL

Ranged Combat 2 (0w, 2r)
-Weapon Modifier
-Energy Weapons

Tongue/Tail/Tendril Whip 4 (6w, +1 CL)
-Strength Bonus
-X2 damage (+2 CL)


MODIFIERS:

Cybernetic Senses 4 (4w, +2 CL)

Energy Defense 5 (1w, -2 CL)

Mental Defense 3 (1w)

Toughness 5 (4w, +1 CL)

Quantum Stabilizers (8w)
-Immune to reality distortion

CHALLENGES:

Robot +3
-like mutants, Ultron believes he is an evolutionary step above humans...but don't tell anyone he said that...he also lacks basic human qualities, such as feelings

Conflict of Interests +3
-he is thoroughly a subject of Rome; Her enemies are his enemies

Fanatic +2
-Ultron has chosen to believe in the Catholic god, and will not question that belief...anyone who challenges that are clearly heretics

Some other junk...I'll figure it out later! +2

[Black Sam]

My take on a young Cyclops for 313.

TOTAL COST: [33w]

CHARACTER NAME: Cyclops
SECRET IDENTITY: Scott Summers
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Brown
AGE: 18
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 175#


[ABILITIES] [12w]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
HEALTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
ENERGY: 4/12 (2w)
REGENERATION: 7 (6w)


[ACTIONS] [14w, 1r]
=========================

Acrobatics 1 (0w, 1r)
-Agility bonus

Close Combat 2 (0w, 2r)
-Strength bonus or Weapon mod
-Boxing
-Judo

Ranged Combat 2 (0w, 2r)
-Weapon mod
-Optic blasts
-Trick shots

Optic Blast 5 (9w)
-3x Damage
-Combines with Ranged Combat
-Power out of control without device

General Knowledge 2 (1w)
-Intelligence bonus
-Mutant Issues
-Trigonometry

Leadership 3 (1w)

Social Skills 3 (1w)
-Aviation culture
-Mutant subculture
-Streetwise

Vehicle Operation 2 (0w, 2r)
-Motorcycles
-Fixed-wing aircraft


[MODIFIERS] [6w, 2r]
=========================

Mental Defense 2 (0w, 2r)

Reflexive Dodge 1 (2w)

Targeting 2 (4w)


[CHALLENGES] [+13w]
=========================

Amnesia (+2) a trauma in Scott’s past has built a memory block, preventing him from actively recalling the details of his past; Professor X has opted to let his mind heal naturally

Appearance (+1) although he appears totally human, his odd visors/glasses tend to make him stand out more than he’d like

Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+2) he doesn’t like bullies

Haunted past (+3) although he cannot actively recall the details of his past, his subconscious remembers them vividly, plaguing him with nightmares and occasional flashbacks in moments of stress about the family he’s lost, falling from the sky, and a fiery plane crash

Mutant (+3)

Psychological (+2) …I’m working on it…

Xavier’s man (+2) Scott views Professor Xavier as his father, and is unapologetic in his devotion to the ideals he’s learned from his mentor


[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
=========================

Ruby Visor

Motorcycle

[Black Sam]

A less-wallflower Cypher for PGHolland's Geonosha game.




[DESCRIPTION]
=========================

TOTAL COST: [50w]

CHARACTER NAME: Cypher
SECRET IDENTITY: Doug Ramsey
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Yellow
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 165#


[BIOGRAPHY]
=========================

Doug Ramsey grew up in a very conservative religious family in the outskirts of Westchester County, Massachusetts. His father, Phillip Ramsey, took control of their congregation when Doug was very young. The matchbox topic of the day was the ascendancy of the "mutant problem," and the Church of Humanity was born.

Young Doug grew up a spectator to the flames of anti-mutant zealotry his parents were fanning. He was an otherwise normal kid with fanatically fundamentalist parents. He was into video games, computers and science fiction. He believed the basics of what his parents taught -- that there was a God and that he had a moral obligation to do good. He didn't really have an opinion on the mutant issue -- he just accepted his parents views, went to church meetings, and lived his otherwise normal life.

As Doug grew older, he began to change; his passive mutation began to awaken. He barely realized it at first, but it started with his intuitive understanding of computers and video games. Nobody knew there was anything different about quiet Doug Ramsey until his dad used his influence to secure him a spot as a teen contestant on the popular TV show, Jeopardy. Doug's winning streak won him the attention of his father’s enemies, who began trying to recruit him to their cause against the Church of Humanity. That's when Pastor Ramsey discovered his son's secret -- when the whole world found out about the mutant in their midst.

A crowd gathered around the Church -- a riot ensued, and Doug's family was at the heart of it. They were actually going to crucify him when Magneto arrived, personally, to save the mutant prodigy, and Doug has lived in Geonosha ever since. He's been fortunate to have personal contact with the Master of Magnetism during his time in his new home. It was Magneto who gave Doug the name "Cypher;" he also gave his ward access to alien technology to study, scripts with ancient languages -- even unfettered access to a hypnotic learning machine, which Cypher used to imbue himself with skills (like jujitsu!) he though could be useful to Magneto's cause one day. When he hasn’t been working on advancing the scientific understanding of his adopted home and family, Doug has worked hard, training his body, learning everything from members of the Brotherhood he could.

Now that day has come. There are other mutants in the world who are in the same predicament as Doug Ramsey was when Magneto saved him, and Cypher is proud to be the one to reach out to them.


[ABILITIES] [13w, 1r]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 6 (8w)
-Energy regenerates through Intelligence
STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
DURABILITY: 3 (3w)

HEALTH: 3
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 6


[ACTIONS] [14w]
=========================

Black Ops/Spying 2 (1w)
-Infiltration/Exfiltration
-Propaganda

Close Combat 4 (2w)
-Agility bonus or Weapon mod
-Brotherhood training
-Hand-to-hand
-Hypno-martial arts training
-Self-defense

Ranged Combat 2 (0w, 2r)
-Weapon mod
-Energy pistols
-Defensive shooting

Computers 5 (3w)
-Intelligence bonus
-Direct interface
-Hacking
-Modifying code
-Troubleshooting
-Video games

General Knowledge 4 (3w)
-Intelligence bonus
-Ancient history
-Alien tech
-Mutants
-Politics

Social Skills 4 (2w)
-Christians
-Computer culture
-Diplomacy
-Mutant culture

Technology 3 (2w)
-Intelligence bonus

Vehicle Operation 1 (0w, 1r)
-Geonoshan vehicles


[MODIFIERS] [20w, 2r]
=========================

Photographic Memory (0w, 2r)

Psycho-Centric Power Template 4 (12w)

Reflexive Dodge 2 (3w)

Translation (5w)
-Universal

Wealth 3 (1w)


[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
=========================

Compulsion to stick up for mutants +1 good or bad, they’re his people, and he feels a strong moral obligation to help them

Conflicting interests +1 he grew up in a strict faith and still clings to his own spirituality, despite everything he’s experienced…his views have broadened tremendously, but he still believes in moral obligations, and does his best to live his beliefs in a crazy world -- his values occasionally put him at odds with more aggressive mutants

Deadly enemies +2 the Church of Humanity still remembers young Doug Ramsey, and would love to put an end to his embarrassment

Disliked by peers +1 many of the more militant/aggressive veterans of the Brotherhood consider the “normal” looking Cypher to be Magneto’s pet, a soft, weak wallflower who has risen far above his deserved status

Haunted past +2 he grew up in the Church of Humanity, then suddenly discovered he was a mutant…shortly before his family and friends tried to crucify him…

Mutant +3 human appearance; cute, but unremarkable


[EQUIPMENT] [1w]
=========================

Communicator

Custom Uniform (1w)
-Unstable molecules
-Defense +2
-No x2 damage

[Black Sam]

Dr. Druid, for 313 Avengers.






TOTAL COST: [50w]

CHARACTER NAME: Doctor Druid
SECRET IDENTITY: Dr. Anthony Ludwig Druid
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 50
HAIR: Balding, Silver
EYES: Green
HEIGHT: 6’5”
WEIGHT: 311#


[BIOGRAPHY]
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Anthony Ludwig Druid, the son of Scottish physicians, grew up with a lifelong fascination towards all things esoteric. He started out following in his parent’s footsteps, obtaining his MD from Harvard medical school. Instead of pursuing a career as a surgeon, however, he chose to make his career exploring the mysteries of the human mind, and obtained another doctorate in psychiatry from Oxford University.

Dr. Druid was hired by MI-5 straight out of college as a forensic psychologist, where his work brought him into direct contact with genuine mystic threats. He was eventually recruited into MI-13, which led him to pursue a trail of clues to the mountains of Tibet. There he encountered a lama who Druid sensed was far more than he appeared. Dr. Druid dropped off the government’s radar after that for a number of years as the mystic, who revealed himself to be The Ancient One, Sorcerer Supreme and defender of the earth realm, took his oath and opened his mind to its hidden potential, training him in the mystic arts.

Dr. Druid has spent the past decade operating in secret, often alone or with other disciples of The Ancient One, hunting down monsters and other mystic threats. Recently, he was given a new assignment through another of Sorcerer Supreme's disciples, Dr. Stephen Strange, to approach the fledgling Global Initiative and offer assistance from the Realm Arcane.

Grudgingly, Dr. Druid has complied...


[INITIATIVE PROIFILE]
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Dr. Druid has dual doctorates in medicine and psychiatry. Before leaving MI-13, he wrote three pop-psychology books and was known for delivering numerous lectures on topics including academic, national security and New Age interests. Druid disappeared from public view over ten years ago. Intelligence reports indicate that he was operating as an unsanctioned “monster hunter” in different locations around the globe (re: file 0031304; Activities and Associates). Druid tests negative for genetic mutation, but demonstrates super-human abilities he identifies as psychic in nature, namely mass-hypnosis, telepathy and psychokensis. Druid denies the appellation “sorcerer,” identifying a sorcerer as “one with the inherent ability to tap into and channel mystic energies” (subject’s words), though he does admit to being versed in the occult arts. He is a surprisingly fit middle aged man with an I.Q. rating in the 99th percentile.


[ABILITIES] [16w, 1r]
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INTELLIGENCE: 7 (12w) -Energy regenerates through Intelligence
STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
DURABILITY: 3 (3w)

HEALTH: 3
ENERGY: 14
REGENERATION: 7


[ACTIONS] [27w, 2r]
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Acrobatics 2 (2r)
-Agility Bonus

Concentration 2 (3w)
-Intelligence Bonus

General Knowledge 4 (3w)
-Intelligence Bonus
-Ancient Languages
-Forensics
-Occult Lore
-Psychology

Mastery of Magic 3 (3w)

Mesmerism 1 (12w)
-Intelligence Bonus +2
-Bought with Mastery of Magic -1
-Area Effect +3
-Create Links +1
-Illusions +1
-Mind Scan +1
-Project Thoughts +1

Healing 4 (3w)
-Intelligence Bonus

Social Skills 3 (1w)
-New Age culture
-Law Enforcement
-Academia

Telekinesis 1 (2w)
-Intelligence Bonus
-Bought with Telepathy -1


[MODIFIERS] [5w]
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Precognitive Flashes (0w, 1r)

Reflexive Dodge 1 (2w)

Vision, Enhanced 5 (1w, 2r)
-See auras

Wealth 3 (1w)


[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
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Conflicting interests (+2) government and mystic agendas don't always coincide

Psychological; per symptom (+1) extreme hubris

Deadly enemies (+4) supernatural entities

Elemental sensitivity (+3) Magical Actions penalized -1 in the presence of cold iron