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Post by deadpool on Apr 16, 2009 21:03:38 GMT -5
E’vincar, the Electric Extraterrestrial 4’8 143lbs, well muscled Green Skin Bald Oddly optimistic blue eyes Skull shaped head, sunken features
Str-4 Int-3 Agl-3 Spd-3* Dur-3 Health-3 Energy-9 *Use Spd for turn order Total Cost for Abilities=14w
Mastery of Electricity-6 Cost Level = Action Number + 4 Levels • Immune to element (+1 to Cost Level) • Force Blast: 2x Damage, white stones OR stun damage (+1 to Cost Level) • Create electrical barriers/manipulate electrical items (+1 to Cost Level) • Absorb 3 stones of electricity from electrical sources (+1 to Cost Level) • Substitute Mastery for Speed (+1 to Cost Level)
Technology-5 *Int Bonus
Shapeshifting-4
Close Combat-4 *Spd Bonus +Hit and Run +Skrull multi-man Style +Skrull Military Training
Social Skills-3 +Skrull Military Protocol +Skrull Society +Impersonation of Other Lifeforms
Ranged Combat-4 *Wpn Modifier +Skrull Weaponry +Skrull Military Training Flight-3 -Purchased with Mastery(-1)
Total Cost for Actions=28w
Reflexive Dodge-3
Total Cost for Modifiers=4w
Inhuman Appearance- “Little Green Man”-2w Compulsion to stick up for the underdog- “I’ll not blow away a living creature just so that you can receive more tribute every month!” 2w Hubris- “Step back, comrades. This one’s mine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt…”-1w Deadly Enemy: The Skrull Empire- “You fool. They won’t stop until they have you back.”-1w
Even before E’vincar came to Earth, he wasn’t loyal to the Skrull cause. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel a strong sense of national pride, that he didn’t feel the same patriotism that the rest of his race felt, but simply that he didn’t see the need to conquer other sentient beings without mercy. Yes, the empire needed to be expanded, the monstrosity that was the Skrull military needed to be fed resources and troops, and the Skrull way needed to be taught, but at what cost? The current regime seemed to care nothing for the humanity of the Skrull nation, only its power, to which E’vincar couldn’t reconcile himself.
Yet for a long time, he was willing to accept it as a necessary reality. He was drafted into the Skrull war machine just like the rest of his kind, and was heavily trained in various ways of killing other creatures. He never rose to a rank above infantry, and was proud of it, as any kind of advancement in the military would’ve felt like a betrayal unto himself. Plus, as long as he was on the front lines he would have some impact on how much destruction was wrought. Every once in awhile he could prevent one of his fellow soldiers from destroying a child or brutalizing an old man, and that made it worth the penalty of living life as the lowest social class.
It was pure chance that he became one of the Skrull’s first forays into bio-engineering. As the technology was untested, the higher ups didn’t want to risk losing an excellent soldier in the Super Skrull program, and so picked a few of the foot soldiers on which to run the tests. The program was a success, and E’vincar became one of the first Super Skrulls, gaining the ability to manipulate forces of electricity in his surroundings in addition to his natural ability to shift his physical appearance. He has also shown enhanced physical capabilities, most notably his speed, which has increased far beyond the normal limits of his race.
After that, E’vincar wasn’t the same. His powers emboldened him, gave him a sense of purpose, and he decided that he would defect from the Skrull empire. Stealing a ship, he launched himself to a random planet in space, hoping that he might be able to start a new life there, where he wouldn’t be forced to destroy. It was foolish of him, however, to expect that the Skrull would let one of their prize experiments go free…
E’vincar found himself on Earth, his spaceship a total wreck, and for the first time in his life felt truly free. He observed the local population long enough to get a sense of what form he should take before fully integrating himself into their society. For weeks he simply adapted, taking on the false identity of John McCartney, what he thought to be a clever mash of two popular musical artists of the time. He found a job working construction in New York, and made a friend in Clint Conway, a coworker on the site.
23 days after he had landed, one of Evincar’s fellow guinea pigs and Super Skrull, Kyant, set down on the planet. He hunted E’vincar down like an animal, intending to drag him back to the army for mental reconditioning and reassignment. E’vincar, naturally, resisted, and the ensuing brawl saw the death of Clint Conway. Enraged, E’vincar fired upon his fellow Skrull with a massive bolt of electricity. Fatally wounded, Kyant could only laugh, telling E’vincar that the Skrull wouldn’t quit until they had recovered him, and that they were already planning on invading the tiny planet known as Earth.
E’vincar buried his countryman, and took an oath on that day that he would defend the planet from evil as best he could, including against his own race.
E’vincar accepts that violence is a means to a peaceful end, and though he doesn’t take joy in employing it, he will not hesitate to use it to stop events that he finds morally unacceptable. His arrogance is checked only by his uncharacteristic compassion, which is the guidance on which he bases his life here on Earth. He intends to use the powers that were given to him in the name of destruction to help the world become a better place, and to defend it against that exact evil.
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Post by deadpool on Apr 16, 2009 21:07:36 GMT -5
Man-man Height-6’5 Weight- 250lbs of pure muscle baby! Hair-Buzzcut, Dark brown Eyes- Brown Quote: “I will crush evil like the girly man it is!”
Str. 5- 3w Agl. 4- 2w Spd. 4- 2w Int. 1- 1r Dur. 4-6w Health 4 Energy 12
Total ABL cost- 14w 1r
Close Combat-4-2w -Str Bonus or Wpn Mod
Ranged Combat-3-1w -Wpn. Mod -Shooting defenseless animals
Social Skills-2-2r -Having his buddies over to watch the game -Barhopping
General Knowledge-4-1w -No Bonus -Sports (WOOOO!) -Tools -Cars -Supermodels
Vehicle Ops-3-1w -American Muscle -Monster Trucks -Dune Buggies
Total Action cost-5w 2r
Healing Factor-4w Sidekick: Boy-boy-1 (Gives 5w with which to build Boy-boy)
Total Modifier Cost=5w
Total Cost so far= 24w
Sexism, Extreme-3w Repressed Homosexual Urges-2w Temper (a side effect of having so much testosterone)-2w Gloryhound-2w
Total Challenge Refund-9w
Boy-boy Height-5’11’’ Weight-175lbs Hair- Black, slicked down Eyes-Green Apparel-Spandex Quote: “Legislative lunacy Man-man! There really is a 19th amendment! That young woman isn’t breaking the law!”
Str-1-1r Int-2(i)-1w1r Agl-1-1r Spd-1-1r Dur-1-1w Health-1 Energy-6
CloseCombat-1-1r -Slapping
General Knowledge-2-1w +Int Bonus *Common Sense
Social Skills-1 *Alliteration
John “The Duke” Norris was born into a family that emphasized kindness towards others and environmental consciousness (see: hippies). But he this was not the life for which he was destined…a freak accident involving a truck full of radiation and depo-testosterone (on its way to the animal testing facilities no doubt) lead to John’s body producing 10 times the testosterone of a normal man, making him the manliest man to have ever manned. Now a meat-eatin’ car-fixin’ animal-shootin’ finger-pullin’ sports-watchin’ beer-swillin’ SUPER man, (Note the distinct lack of a hyphen…no lawsuit for you Supes…) John took up a job at a construction site, where he (eventually…an unfortunate side effect to being the manliest man to have ever manned is being the dumbest…) learned that the accident had not only increased his capacity for manliness, but had also given him enhanced strength and durability. Resolved to use his powers for good and not evil, John took up the mantle of Man-man, ‘girly man’ evil’s worst enemy! Along with his sidekick Boy-boy, (Who may or may not have been a member of the Flying Greysons…with an E! I’m telling you, no lawsuits here…) who’s always there to tell Man-man when he’s being an idiot (with alliteration no less!) John fights for truth, justice, and the American way(see: The Right to Bear Arms).
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Post by deadpool on Apr 16, 2009 21:10:06 GMT -5
Mary Lou Mason/Bumblebee 5’3’’/6’ 120lbs/300lbs Big, sky-blue doe eyes / Multi-faceted mechanical eyes Blond hair pulled in a ponytail under a cowboy hat/Helmet Str- 2/4 Agl- 2/4 Spd- 2/2 Int/SI- 1/6 Dur- 2/4 Health-2/4 Energy-6/12 Total Cost for Abilities= 11w2r
Social Skills-3 (Hometown girl, cheerleader, champion of the underdogs)
Leadership-1
Close Combat-1/4 +Str. Bonus (PA Combat, Stinger)
Ranged Combat- 1/5 (Stinger, PA combat, Plays a mean game of House of the Dead) PA Flight-3
PA Entangle- 4 +Sticky option
Stinger (PA energy weapon)-7 Range:4 (-1w) Stun option (+1w) 2x damage (+2 CL) Total Cost for Actions= 19w
Stinger (+3) Wealth-6 (4w cost, 6w refund = 2w refund) PA Enhanced Self Repair PA Energy Defense-5 PA Toughness-4 +No armor penetration PA Targeting-1 PA Collapsible/Portable PA Exclusivity PA Life Support, Permanent PA ‘Sonar Sense’ (360 degree vision)-1
Total cost for modifiers= 17w1r (19w1r – 2w refund)
Total Cost so Far= 48w
Compulsion to Stick up for the Underdog-3w Clumsiness-1w Need to prove herself as a hero, leading to getting into situations she can’t really handle-2w
Challenge refund = 6w
Mary Lou was adopted at an early age, and grew up on a ranch in northeastern Oklahoma, tending to cows more than studies, though not particularly well. Animals tended not to like her much, mostly because she kept tripping and falling on them, and she wasn’t much for getting out of bed before the sun rose.
Fortunately for her, she didn’t have to put up with that life very long. Her biological father, a wealthy businessman from upstate New York, came searching for her when she was just entering high school. Her life from then on was much more to her liking, mostly consisting of sunbathing and watching reality shows, though she never did lose her hometown attitude about living life for the little man, nor her Oklahoman accent. After she graduated, she didn’t have anything guiding her, except for her favorite new reality show “Who Wants to be a Superhero?”, which ultimately led her to convince her daddy that she needed a super-powered suit of armor so that she could fight crime (Remember: She’s not too bright)
Her father agreed, as whatever Daddy’s little girl wants, Daddy’s little girl gets, and set his corporation to constructing the Bumblebee system. The suit has broad wings that allow for flight, special refractive lenses in the eyes that allow for complete 360 degree vision, an arm cannon referred to as the Honeycomb, that fires a sticky and entangling substance, and the Stinger, an energy cannon with both a stun and kill setting that doubles as a piercing weapon, just to mention a few.
Her father had a bit of a protective nature however, and so used his influence to set up an elaborate façade, where actors posing as villains fought the Bumblebee. Foes such as Earthman, Fireman, Iceman, and other lame creations of the think tanks working for Mr. Cooper plagued the area directly around his house for weeks, until Mary Lou accidentally discovered what was going on, and became pissed. She stormed from the house, taking with her the suit of armor, resolved that she would become a great crime-fighter outside of her Daddy’s controlled setting.
After being soundly defeated by the likes of the Wrecking Crew and Shocker, Mary Lou stepped back to ponder diving head first into danger and practiced with the suit some more until she felt she was up to the task of protecting the city. Now, she is quite capable with the device, and feels she is developing on a personal level as well. She had to return home as part of her Okie-life emphasis on family, and her father has now accepted her wishes, though he isn’t too happy about his little girl going into the face of danger every day, and they live peacefully together. Her father in fact helps her to hide her secret identity, so that none of the villains she trounces will come looking for revenge…
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Post by deadpool on Apr 16, 2009 21:12:33 GMT -5
(Haven't yet figured out why I would build a reformed Sandman, but I did...)
Sandman William Baker (Flint Marko) 6’1’’ 240lbs Brown eyes Close cut brown hair
Abilities-12w Int-2 Str-3 (6*) Agl-3 Spd-1 Dur-5 Health-5 Energy-15
Actions-31w Close Combat-3 +Str. Bonus or Wpn. Modifier +Brawling +Multiple Opponents
Social Skills-3 +Streetwise +Professional Criminal +Blue Collar Thieving-3 -Agl. Bonus Manipulate Body Density-2 -Can’t pass through solid objects when phase 0, but physically immune
Stretching-5
Mastery of Sand-6 +Transform into Element +Replace Str.(*) +Sand Blast (Area Attack) +Absorb 3 stones of sand to increase size/mass. Can heal lost energy or can assign stones to increase Str. -Can’t be improved by lines
Modifiers-14w Reconstitute Self Toughness-3 -No Armor Penetration -No 2x damage from projectiles
Challenges-7w 2x damage from Fire/Water/Air based attacks-5w Haunted Past/Ex-criminal-2w
William Baker was born in the slums to an abusive father and alcoholic mother, not a good start for any child. His father left when he was but three years old, and with his mother often too drunk to provide for him, William was left to fend for himself starting at about age 8. He stole to provide for himself, cheated so that he’d do well in school, and generally made his way through life with few morals. When he was in his teens, he adopted the alias Flint Marko and continued his criminal ways, eventually landing in prison. When he escaped from prison, he started yet another crime spree, this one ending up with the FBI chasing him near the OsCorp building, a company known for its great contributions to science.
Flint was about to become one such contribution. The actual incident is a blur…an ant farm and test tube falling, steadily deteriorating vision, darkness. When he awoke, he was no longer being chased, and he was lying under the jungle gym of the nearby preschool. Within moments, he discovered that whatever had happened in the lab had changed him, made his body merge with the particles of sand somehow. He had become a man of sand.
As the supervillain Sandman, Marko begin to cut a swathe of destruction through New York, attacking armored cars, banks, diamond dealers, whatever he could get a hold of that had material worth. This spree was short lived, as everyone’s favorite web-slinger was quick to bring it to a screeching halt. Infuriated, Marko declared war on the hero, going so far as to join the Sinister Six, six supervillains allied for the sole purpose of eradicating Spider-Man. Time and time again, Marko suffered humiliating defeats at the spider’s hands, and it put him in a deep state of depression.
The Thing, of Fantastic Four fame, meets up with Marko, and after some long talks that spanned several days, convinces him that his depression is a result of his villainous ways, and that he’ll find the role of superhero much more rewarding. At this point, the Sandman gets rid of his alter ego and readopts the name Baker before seeking out the Avengers for a second chance.
Baker is still a thug in many regards. He’s selfish, he’s not well educated, and he’s still incredibly willing to resort to violence as a means to solve problems. His desire to atone for what he’s done is strong, so much so that he can get a bit overzealous in pursuit of justice. His time as a villain has left him with a fair bit of paranoia and mistrust, but he’s working on getting over those with his new teammates. After all, it’s a lot easier to trust your team when it doesn’t consist of murderers and psychopaths…
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Post by Manticore on Apr 16, 2009 21:19:17 GMT -5
Man-man Height-6’5 Weight- 250lbs of pure muscle baby! Hair-Buzzcut, Dark brown Eyes- Brown Quote: “I will crush evil like the girly man it is!” Str. 5- 3w Agl. 4- 2w Spd. 4- 2w Int. 1- 1r Dur. 4-6w Health 4 Energy 12 Total ABL cost- 14w 1r Close Combat-4-2w -Str Bonus or Wpn Mod Ranged Combat-3-1w -Wpn. Mod -Shooting defenseless animals Social Skills-2-2r -Having his buddies over to watch the game -Barhopping General Knowledge-4-1w -No Bonus -Sports (WOOOO!) -Tools -Cars -Supermodels Vehicle Ops-3-1w -American Muscle -Monster Trucks -Dune Buggies Total Action cost-5w 2r Healing Factor-4w Sidekick: Boy-boy-1 (Gives 5w with which to build Boy-boy) Total Modifier Cost=5w Total Cost so far= 24w Sexism, Extreme-3w Repressed Homosexual Urges-2w Temper (a side effect of having so much testosterone)-2w Gloryhound-2w Total Challenge Refund-9w Boy-boy Height-5’11’’ Weight-175lbs Hair- Black, slicked down Eyes-Green Apparel-Spandex Quote: “Legislative lunacy Man-man! There really is a 19th amendment! That young woman isn’t breaking the law!” Str-1-1r Int-2(i)-1w1r Agl-1-1r Spd-1-1r Dur-1-1w Health-1 Energy-6 CloseCombat-1-1r -Slapping General Knowledge-2-1w +Int Bonus *Common Sense Social Skills-1 *Alliteration John “The Duke” Norris was born into a family that emphasized kindness towards others and environmental consciousness (see: hippies). But he this was not the life for which he was destined…a freak accident involving a truck full of radiation and depo-testosterone (on its way to the animal testing facilities no doubt) lead to John’s body producing 10 times the testosterone of a normal man, making him the manliest man to have ever manned. Now a meat-eatin’ car-fixin’ animal-shootin’ finger-pullin’ sports-watchin’ beer-swillin’ SUPER man, (Note the distinct lack of a hyphen…no lawsuit for you Supes…) John took up a job at a construction site, where he (eventually…an unfortunate side effect to being the manliest man to have ever manned is being the dumbest…) learned that the accident had not only increased his capacity for manliness, but had also given him enhanced strength and durability. Resolved to use his powers for good and not evil, John took up the mantle of Man-man, ‘girly man’ evil’s worst enemy! Along with his sidekick Boy-boy, (Who may or may not have been a member of the Flying Greysons…with an E! I’m telling you, no lawsuits here…) who’s always there to tell Man-man when he’s being an idiot (with alliteration no less!) John fights for truth, justice, and the American way(see: The Right to Bear Arms). Oh, man, I love this character. ;D
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Post by deadpool on Apr 16, 2009 21:22:44 GMT -5
(Also can't figure out why there's an AU Nico...)
Sister Grimm Nico Minoru 5’4’’ 102lbs Hazel eyes Black hair 15
Abilities-12w Int-6(i) Str-2 Agl-2 Spd-2 Dur-2 Health-2 Energy-12
Actions-4w Close Combat-2 Str. Bonus or Wpn. Modifier +Fighting with The Staff of One
Ranged Combat-2 +Thrown Objects
Social Skills-2 +High School +Naive
Leadership-4
Modifiers-0w
Equipment-37w Staff of One Mastery of Magic-5-4w -Cannot actually use (-1 cost level)* +4 Wpn. Mod to Close Combat-3w Sorcery-10-30w -Stones are from General Pool -Backfires if same spell cast twice (-1 to cost level) -Can only use when blood is spilled (-1 to cost level)
*MoM is only on the staff to fill the requirement for Sorcery
Challenges-3w Conflicting Interests (Devout Christian wielding the Dark Arts) -2w Adolescence-1w
Nico had just entered her sophomore year of high school when her life started to collapse. To that point, her life had been mostly normal…a little angsty from time to time, but that was to be expected from the goth kid. She’d gone to classes, sports games, and parties, and her biggest concern was how early she would have to get up in order to properly apply the white make-up and blood red nail polish that made up her every day appearance.
But only a few months into her second year, everything went to hell. Her parents were well known professors at NYU, each of them world renowned specialists in his or her field of endeavor, and known studiers of the occult. As they were walking home together from the university, a fight broke out between the evil symbiote Carnage and Spider-Man, and the two of them were caught in the middle. Carnage brutally slew the two of them before making his escape.
Distraught, Nico hid in the basement of her home for days on end, not eating or drinking. She knew that if the authorities found her that she’d be sent to an orphanage, and she couldn’t deal with that right now…she just needed to be alone. While looking for a decent hiding place, she came across her mother’s notes on an artifact she’d been researching called the Staff of One. Using the notes, Nico found the staff, which immediately bonded with her. Now, whenever her blood leaves her body and she says the incantation “When blood is spilled, the Staff of One will emerge”, she is granted dominion over one of the most powerful artifacts in existence.
Several months later, having evaded the authorities long enough that they no longer cared what had happened to her, Nico sought out the Avengers, thinking that with the Staff she might find a home with heroes who had a great calling in life. After all, her whole world had been turned upside down. Maybe it was time to forge a new one.
Nico is a bit of an oddity. Her father, a professor of Religion, raised her to be a devout Christian, which sometimes comes into conflict with her utilization of the Dark Arts. However, she is pragmatic enough to realize that with the Staff bonded to her, she must use it for something…She shares the traits that all teenagers do, those being impulsiveness and a distinct lack of foresight, and so comes off as hot-heated. She’s often been described as needy in stressful situations, relying entirely on the comfort of others to see her through conflict, yet tends towards a more isolationist agenda when the stakes are low. Maybe though, should she find a new home with the Avengers, they will help her mature beyond these childish emotions and become a bold, patient, and heroic young woman.
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Post by deadpool on Apr 16, 2009 21:30:05 GMT -5
Oh, man, I love this character. ;D Heh, me too.
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Post by deadpool on Apr 17, 2009 18:17:51 GMT -5
Beatrix “Trix” Banner/ Hulkling 5'7/ 6'9''139lbs/ 976lbsHazel Eyes/ GreenBrown Hair/ GreenAbilities: (30w 1r) Intelligence: 4/ 1 (2w) Strength: 2/ 10 (15w) Agility: 1/ 1 (1r) Speed: 1/ 3 (1w) Durability: 2/ 6 (12w) Health: 2/ 6Energy: 6/ 27Actions: (23w) Close Combat: 1/ 2 (4w) +Strength Bonus or Weapon Modifier *Slapping *Smashing Things/People *Bullrush +Armor Penetration +Efficient Ranged Combat: 1/ 1(4w) +Strength Bonus or Weapon Modifier*Throwing Objects Unstoppable: 0/ 5-(9w) +Strength Bonus +2x DamageTechnology: 3/ 0-(2w) +Intelligence Bonus Social Skills: 5/ 1 (3w) *Intimidation *College Life *Science Cultures *Cheerleading *Pick-Up Lines *Seduction Leadership-1/0 (1r) General Knowledge 1/0 (2r) +Intelligence Bonus *Marine Biology Modifiers: (47w2r) Toughness +0/+7 (No armor Penetration, no 2x Damage) (25w) Accelerated Healing Factor (15w) Mental Defense 3 (1w) Energy Battery 3 (6w) Animal Senses-2 Transform SelfEquipment Costume of Unstable Molecules +1 Total Cost so Far= 101w Multiple Personality Disorder (3w) – Hulkling is capable of communicating with Beatrix, and often urges her to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Though Beatrix is in control of her transformation into a beast, unlike her father, she typically uses this as an excuse to justify the atrocity of unleashing such a monster. Minor Disability: Impaired vision, corrected with contact lenses (2w) – Though Hulkling enjoys the benefit of enhanced sight/smell/etc., Beatrix has no such luck. This is particularly devastating once she returns to her normal state, for they are destroyed immediately when her eyes grow to be the size of large oranges. Power use hurts/causes untold destruction/is harmful to herself and others/compulsion to make up for Hulkling’s ‘sins’ (2w)- Reconciling herself to being responsible for the Hulkling’s destruction has caused a great deal of mental and emotional hardships, and will continue to do so as long as she doesn’t restrain from using her powers. Mutant (3w) - She doesn’t know it, but she is technically a mutant, her father’s reproductive abilities having been severely altered by his exposure to Gamma radiation. She MUST activate her mutant power weekly, or else the monster will consume her. Interfering Parents (1w) – Naturally, Dr. and Mrs. Banner do not approve of their daughter unleashing the Hulkling EVER, let alone when intentionally endangering herself in the name of being a ‘superhero’. The first time that Beatrix transformed had been beyond her control. She had been 18 at the time. There was no discernable trigger. She had just been sipping a latte in a local coffee shop, flipping through the latest issue of Cosmopolitan and texting her girlfriends about the hot date she’d had the night before, when suddenly her whole body began to quake. She panicked and shouted for help, thinking that she was having a seizure or an allergic reaction, or something equally terrifying. There’s no way she could’ve been prepared for what was about to happen. Then Beatrix blacked out. When she came to, she was naked and nearly blind, draped over a tree limb about 30 feet up. Though she has no recollection of anything that happened during the time that Hulkling took over, her family and friends were happy to fill her in as soon as she returned to the coffee shop and found her cell phone. It was the hardest moment of her life, listening to the stories of mayhem and knowing that she was responsible. Of course, it didn’t help matters that all the while a voice that wasn’t hers kept sounding in her mind, saying things like THAT WAS AMAZING, I’M INCREDIBLE, and I CAN’T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN… Eventually, she realized that she had control of the Hulkling, to a degree. She could restrict her transformations to only when she willed it, as long as she DID transform. Most of the time, she could even influence the beast’s actions, though it was about as effective as influencing a 4-year-old. If she kept the monster caged up for long, however, it would burst free and take control of her body, and it wouldn’t be in a good mood when it did. Those times, she had no control whatsoever. Her parents were distraught at first, hardly able to believe that the curse of the Hulk had been passed on to their daughter, but they grew to accept it. Her father even designed her a new outfit, one that could expand with her growing body so that she didn’t end up naked when she awoke in random places. Beatrix wasn’t one to let her mutation ruin her life. She went to college and started studying to be a marine biologist, determined to live a quasi-normal life, even if she did have to go out in the middle of the woods every Saturday to let the monster have its fun. Naturally, the government and her father were almost constantly breathing down her neck, but she ignored that as best she could, maintaining a healthy social life and being a good, though admittedly not excellent, student. As outgoing and playful as she is, friendships came to her easily. She even made the cheerleading team. Now though, she’s freshly graduated from college, and a new chapter is starting in her life. A few days ago, a really cute guy calling himself Dr. Strange came to her door with a proposition, an offer far beyond what she thought she’d ever hear. He wants her to be a superhero, just like Dad. Trix doesn’t have a lot of faith in her ability to direct the Hulkling, but Strange seems confident, and if it gives her the chance to repent for what destruction her alter-ego has caused, then it is surely worth it. Besides, that Strange guy is really good looking…
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Post by deadpool on Apr 17, 2009 18:18:16 GMT -5
Faust Daisuke Engel German/Japanese 5’10’’ 177lbs Dark hair and eyes, almost always covered by mask
Abilities-7w Int: 3 Strength: 3 Agility: 3 Speed: 3 Durability: 3 Health: 3 Energy: 18
Actions-20w Close Combat: 8 +Str. Bonus/Wpn. Modifier +Improvised Weaponry +Rolling With Punches +Soaking Damage +Brawling +Multiple Combatants
Social Skills: 3 +Underworld +Villain Subculture +Intimidation
Ranged Combat: 6 +Wpn Mod +Thrown Weapons +Pistols +Rifles +Machine Guns
General Knowledge-3 +Int Bonus +Underworld Knowledge +Law +Legends
Private Investigating-5 +Shadowing +Breaking and Entering +Police Procedures +Security +Evidence Gathering
Thieving-3 +Agl. Bonus +Hiding +Hiding the Evidence +Moving Silently
Modifiers: 33w Wealth- 1 Mental Defense-2 Magic Defense-7 Energy Battery-3 Instant Healing Factor Reconstitute Self
Challenges- 5w refund Haunted Past-3w Temper-1w Criminal Record-1w
5w saved for later
Daisuke’s father was a German businessman, nothing special, but certainly better off than many of his friends. He chose to give it up however, when on a business trip he met Daisuke’s soon-to-be mother and quickly fell in love. He cared so much for her that je moved to Tokyo to be with her. Unfortunately, they were not one of the families who capitalized on the post-war economic miracle, and so ended up forced to open their small family owned store in Yakuza territory. For a long time, Daisuke’s father was content to pay them the racketeering money, but at one point it came down to either paying them or providing food, and he was a man who always put his family first. The Yakuza men brutally murdered him in front of his wife and child, and left.
Daisuke waited for the authorities to do their job, to take in the men that had done this to him and his family, but they did nothing. Eventually, his mother passed away. Though the doctors said it was pneumonia, Daisuke knew that it was because she had lost the will to live when the man she loved had died, and he blamed it on the criminals who had ruined her life. Both of his parents now deceased, it was up to him to take care of himself.
So, with what little money his mother had left him, he bought a gun.
His first kill had not been easy….He could feel his hands shaking as he began sneaking up on the haughty gangster that was propositioning a prostitute. He almost hadn’t had the nerve to do it. That is, until the woman refused and the man didn’t stop.
The bullet had lodged itself deep in the thug’s back, killing him almost instantly. Daisuke had taken the money that the man had on him, though he hadn’t done so gladly. He was only doing what he had to do in order to survive…and enact a little justice while he was at it.
After that, he took the leap into full-on vigilantism. Yakuza members fell one after another at his hands, each of them providing more funding for his ‘heroic’ enterprise. Daisuke was careful, quiet, quick. He was always at least one step ahead of the police, who could find little to no evidence at each scene, though it’s possible that they weren’t looking very hard. Soon however, the Yakuza began to think that what was happening was more than everyday violence, and they became alert. One of Daisuke’s attempts at justice went horribly wrong, and he ended up lying on the pavement, in the rain, with a small battalion’s worth of ammunition buried in his chest.
How he managed to survive is unclear to him…all he knows is that he woke up unharmed and with several bullets lying on top of him. Once he got over the initial shock, he went straight back to his rundown apartment, trying to make sense of it all. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that this was his destiny, that he was meant to continue dealing out harsh justice to those who thought themselves above the law.
After that night, Daisuke took on the name Faust, the man of German legend who had sold his soul for knowledge, both to honor his heritage and because he was sure that whatever power had brought him back would be expecting him to return the favor someday. With his new title came a new identity, one that would never fall beneath the blade or gun of some two-bit thug. He donned his now legendary mask and set out to clear the streets of Japan one by one.
Then came news from America of the registration act, and with it, rumors that soon the world would be facing such restrictions. Faust ignored such things, for he had faith that his government would step up to protect him and those like him, those who could act without the restrictions that mundane law enforcement officials were so often subject to. They would do their part to protect him, and he would do his part to protect the country from evil.
Now, he has been forced to realize that they failed, or that they never cared enough to try. Either way, it is something he cannot tolerate, and Faust must now join those who rebel against registration in the hopes that he can help his country and even the world see the error of their ways.
Faust recovers at an incredible rate, never sustaining injury for longer than a few seconds at a time, and even if someone manages to kill him, he will eventually wind up back on his feet. His brush with death has not only made him resilient to physical harm and destruction, but has granted him substantial defenses against the mystical arts. He is self trained in combat, both in close quarters and at range, and because of his powers has been able to learn much more through trial and error than anyone else would. He is also skilled at urban hunting and hiding, traits he developed out of necessity.
His past has made Faust callous and uncaring with regards to mercy for criminals, and he is not afraid to make hard choices. He is bold and intrepid, not only by nature, but because being able to soak any punishment that can be hurled your way tends to make one a little braver. Though few would call him heroic, even fewer would call him villainous, as the main critique of his methods is that he is just misguided in his sense of justice. To those who fight the good fight alongside him, he has nothing but respect, even for those who have chosen to work with the governments of the world in forcing registration.
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Post by deadpool on Apr 17, 2009 18:18:56 GMT -5
Delilah Maxwell 5’5’’ 120lbs Int-6 (i) Agl-2 Str-1 Spd-1 Dur-2 Health-2 Energy-12 Abilities=11w 1r Business Skills-6 (4w) +Int. Bonus Technology-4 (3w) +Int. Bonus Social Skills-5 (3w) *Highbrow *Elitist *Business Culture *Insults *Big Sister Close Combat-3 (1w) +Agl. Bonus *Punching/Slapping Randomly *Self-Defense Training *Low-Blows Ranged Combat-2 (2r) *Thrown Objects *Mace Psychokinetic Energy Manipulation (Charge Objects)- 5 (15w) +Increased Range from 0 (touch) to 2 (May charge objects up to 30 yards away) (+2 cost levels) +Weapon Modifier +Split stones for multiple targets OR area affect +2x damage -Takes an additional action (-1 cost level, takes up both of her actions in a panel) Actions = 26w 2r Wealth-7 (Billionaire)-6w Modifiers = 6w Mutant - No stones Obsession: Testing her abilities/talents-2w Vulnerable Loved Ones: Teenager Sister, Elderly Father, Best Friend-2w Challenges = 4w refund Delilah Maxwell is a successful American businesswoman, self-made even though she didn’t need to be. Her father would’ve gladly given his eldest daughter his own company, Maxwell Solutions, and retired, if only she would have allowed him. Instead she insisted on building her own empire from the ground up, just to prove that she could. She refused to take money from her father, taking out loans so that she could go to school and pay the rent by herself. Immediately upon graduating she was offered a job, and now is CEO of the most successful candy manufacturing company in North America, Sweet Dreams, which operates out of Canada. Being successful always requires some compromise in personality, but Delilah hasn’t had to do too much of that. She’s always known that she was more intelligent than others, and she isn’t afraid to show or outright tell them so. She also has no problems flaunting her wealth, as long as it’s wealth that she has earned for herself. Despite her natural arrogance, she has learned how to ‘play the game’, and naturally she was brought up with an education in etiquette, and so she can avoid being rude if she chooses. Until now, Delilah has revealed to no one that she is a mutant. It scared the hell out of her, the fact that if she concentrated hard enough on an object it would explode. Who wouldn’t be terrified? At first she hadn’t even been able to control it! In that first week, she’d destroyed at least ten mirrors alone…since she was this scared of herself, she could only imagine how others would feel. So she kept quiet. She was fortunate enough that her mutation didn’t show in obvious ways, so acting as though she was normal was easy enough. Now however, she’s bored. Bored with having so much money that she doesn’t know what to do with it, bored with everyone always doing what she says, all the time. She wants action, adventure, excitement that she’s never been given. That, and the chance to utilize the one god-given talent she’s never before been able to exercise. In the night she slipped out of the safety of her penthouse and confronted the city as she confronted everything else; with determination that bordered on obsession. Though on more than one occasion she’d been accused of having unscrupulous morals as far as the business world was concerned, Delilah is a good person at heart. She knew that if she was going to exercise her ‘power’, she’d have to be careful, or else she would end up hurting civilians. The first criminal was difficult, but after she got the hang of it, she was having more and more ease dealing with them. But this business wasn’t like her day job, oh no. Mergers, contracts, and takeovers grew tiresome before long. This was exhilarating every time, and showed no signs of slowing down… Important People to Delilah Howard Maxwell – Delilah’s father, media mogul and extraordinary entrepanuer, from whom she inherited her business skills and nothing else. After he lost his wife in a car accident, he began to devote more and more time to his work, and oftentimes spends his nights with a bottle of scotch and a pile of paperwork. He’s an incredibly sweet man as far as his family and friends are concerned, and he has made many donations to charity. He’s not afraid to bare his teeth however, and doesn’t pull punches in the business world. Julia ‘Jules’ Maxwell – Delilah’s sister, a lay about and family leech, is a high school dropout with little ambition other than to enjoy life as much as possible. Her demeanor is that of the spoiled rich party girl (Think Paris Hilton or Bunny from The Big Lebowski), and she spends most of her time lying out in the sun. Despite this, she is adored by both her father and her big sister, who find her ‘charms’ endearing, to an extent of course. Sabrina DeSilva – Delilah’s school chum and personal assistant. Sabrina is quiet and reserved, and tends not to speak unless she is forced to become the center of attention. She and Delilah are nearly inseparable, especially if they are working. A bookworm and avid chamber music enthusiast, Sabrina’s role in the business is to (slightly) check her friend’s outgoing nature and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.
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Post by deadpool on Apr 17, 2009 18:20:27 GMT -5
(177 Blink) Clarice Ferguson (Blink) Height- 5’6’’ (Average) Weight- 98 (Greatly underfed) Skin Color- Lilac Eye Color- Solid Emerald, no pupils Hair Color- Fuchsia Out of Costume- In costume- Abilities- 6w Str-1 Agl-3 Spd-2 Int-3 Dur-3 Health-3 Energy-15 Actions- 25w Teleportation-6 +Do not have to travel to send others (+2) Psi-Weapon: Teleport Javelins-3 +Teleports target to uncontrollable destination up to 30’ away if damage is dealt (+1) Close Combat-2 +Agl Bonus or Wpn Modifier *Javelins *Teleporting in Combat Ranged Combat-3 +Wpn Modifier *Javelins *Improvised Weapons *Distractions Social Skills-2 *Streetwise *Underworld Culture Thieving-3 +Agl Bonus *Hiding *Pickpocket *Urban Foraging General Knowledge-2 +Int Bonus *Streetwise *Common Sense Acrobatics-2 +Agl Bonus Modifiers: 8w Reflexive Dodge: +3 Targeting: +1 -Only with Psi Weapon(-1) Energy Battery-2 Challenges- 8w refund Mutant-3w refund Inhuman Appearance- Lilac skin, solid green eyes, diamond symbol on forehead-3w refund Dead Broke-2w refund Total cost= 39w 9w saved for later _______ “You’re a freak, you little brat, and you know it! You should be thanking me every day of your pathetic life for not killing you right there in the hospital, while the cord was still attached!” The huge figure of her overweight mother loomed over Clarice, dwarfing her frail form. “I don’t know why the doctor didn’t just drop your purple ass on the ground and be done with it,” she muttered, turning around and storming into the living room as her daughter openly wept. “What the hell are you waiting for! Get in here this instant!” Clarice looked up in horror, realizing too late that she was supposed to have followed. Her eyes met her mother’s just in time for her to catch the first punch, square on the jaw. She hit the ground hard, and immediately began to swallow the blood pooling in her mouth. If it got on the tile, she knew what would happen, and it would be a thousand times worse. “Yes ma’am, I’m sorry ma’am,” she managed, staring hard at the floor. “8 miserable years I’ve been taking care of you! 8 years! And you can’t even-GET UP!- you can’t even do what I trained my damn dog to do!? What the hell good are you? Come here. Come here damn it!” With that, clubbed fingers wrapped solidly around the little girl’s wrist and jerked violently, pulling her along the length of the house, nearly wrenching the arm from its socket. Clarice tried desperately to get her feet under her and keep up, but her tiny and malnourished legs couldn’t find traction, and so she was dragged all the way to the laundry room. “Get in,” she was ordered. She crawled meekly into the mouth of the frontloading dryer, as she had dozens of times before, choking back tears. “Just pray I don’t start it,” was the last thing Clarice heard as the door closed and darkness enveloped her. 4 years later Tears ran down her face as she shoved as much clothing as she could into the duffel, tears of anger, sorrow, but mostly of fear. All her life she’d been told how horrible her appearance was, how if anyone ever saw her, they would immediately attempt to kill her or worse. What if those things were true? What if the world outside this house was really as violent and screwed up as she’d been led to believe? Her eyes went to the mirror. They went to the thick lines of deep blue and black that marked her neck, marks the size of her mother’s fingers. They went to the fresh red welts that marred her face, juxtaposed against her purple skin. They went to the stab wounds in her upper arm, and then they fell right back on the duffel bag. Anywhere would be better than here. 2 years later The cold air whipped around Clarice, pummeling her thin jacket. Kansas’s winters were always hard, since there wasn’t a single tree around to mitigate the wind. She’d only been here for a few weeks, and already she missed Arkansas. At least there there were buildings others than Applebees and car dealerships…. The dumpster behind one of the seemingly ever present restaurants had failed to provide any form of nourishment, so it looked like tonight she wouldn’t be eating. That wasn’t so bad. She’d just found half of a steak sandwich a couple nights ago, so the hunger rising in her stomach wouldn’t be unbearable for at least another day. “Guess it’s a good thing the cow never let me eat,” she muttered spitefully, pulling the coat closer to her. “Hey, you!” someone cried out to her from across the street. A quick glance over and she saw the beam of a flashlight and the glint of a badge, and suddenly she prepared to run. “Dang,” she muttered, pretending that she didn’t notice him. Her coat was still presentable; maybe he would just think she was a college kid home to visit her parents for Christmas. Christmas was coming soon, right? “Hold on a second! Excuse me, miss?” She sighed and bolted, her feet pounding against the pavement as her heart pounded against her chest. Behind her she could hear the officer radio in before he started to pursue her. Shows how much is going on in this backward town. she thought, looking desperately around her for something to hide behind. If she could just get out of sight… There was an alley ahead, which was good enough for her. She put on a burst of speed and took the corner sharply, stopping as soon as she did and putting her back against the brick. She closed her eyes tightly and started imaging the Applebees, the dumpster, the big windows through which she could see walls and walls of Americana, the smiling families. “Come on, come on, come on!” she whispered hurriedly. She could hear the cop coming closer, his radio crackling. And then suddenly she couldn’t, and she fell hard on her backside in front of the Applebees. She stood, rubbing the sore area and cursing. That one had been close. ********************************************************** Clarice Ferguson is a child of terrible beginnings, which has molded her into a survivor. She knows how hard the world can be. She knows that there is such a thing as luck, and that it can be quite cruel. But she doesn’t let that stop her from trying. Her past has scarred her and left her fragile, but she shows that to no one. To anyone who has a conversation with her she’s sardonic and quick-witted, even a little mean, a character trait she developed as a defense mechanism. Her overall demeanor is generally positive despite or perhaps because of all of the hardships she’s had to endure, and she is generally well received by those who are just meeting her. Clarice has the ability to teleport (or ‘blink’ as she calls it) herself and others, which she discovered on her third night away from home. This ability has served her well on the streets, and so she’s come to embrace it as part of her life. The side effect to her mutation is her appearance, including light purple skin and a diamond symbol that adorns her forehead, which she despises.
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Post by deadpool on Apr 17, 2009 18:21:15 GMT -5
Name: Orrin Radd Title: The Silver Surfer Height: 6’ Weight: Indeterminable Hair Color: Bald Eye Color: Solid White, no pupils Skin Tone: Silver
Intelligence-3 Strength- 9 Agility-3 Speed-3 Durability-7 Health-7 Energy-21 Abilities= 33w
The Power Cosmic-8 (70w) -Can’t Be Improved By Lines -Limited, 800 stone pool +May change Ability/Action Numbers at will or perform any MAGICAL or PHYSICAL action.
Cosmic Blast-8 +Efficient
Close Combat-4 +Str. Bonus or Weapon Modifier
Social Skills-4 *Zenn-La Culture *Ambassador *Herald of Galactus *Science Cultures
Surfing -4 -Fits with main power -Can fly using her board
Biology-5
Actions= 80w
Self Contained Lifeform-3w Extended Life Span-3w Toughness +6- 12w Reflexive Dodge +4- 6w Cybernetic Senses-3-6w Modifiers=30w
Equipment- Surfboard (25w) +Indestructible +Flight +10 +Psionic Link to Surfer
Total Cost so Far= 167w
Challenges- Non-human Appearance- Silver all over, no clothing, Barbie-doll anatomy, clearly alien-4w Compulsion to Stick up for the Underdog (even to the point that her own life is endangered. )-5w Haunted Past- Was a slave to Galactus in order to save her planet, now bound to Earth-3w
Orrin Radd is a biologist, one of the best on her home planet of Zenn-La. She has studied the life of that utopia extensively, and before she became the Herald of the mighty Galactus, was researching an alternate source of power for her world that sought to mimic the ability of plants to harness the energy of the stars themselves. Little did she know that she would eventually come to wield this power as naturally as her heart beat….
Orrin grew up in paradise, and was always fascinated by the lush vegetation and thriving animal life on Zenn-La. This fascination is what pushed her into pursuing an education in Biology, and would ultimately be what compelled her to plea for the survival of her planet in front of the god-being, Galactus. When he came to their galaxy in search of planets to feast upon, the Zenn-La ambassador and mate of Orrin herself was the first to make contact with the god-being. He was the one who negotiated for their planet’s safety in exchange for a Herald, but it was Orrin herself who volunteered for the service.
The transformation was swift, but incredibly painful. Galactus bestowed the female with but a fraction of his power , but even that small an amount warped her physically and mentally. Her once fair skin was replaced with a cold metallic glint, her beautiful red eyes were consumed with an eerie white covering, ensuring that she never need blink, while all of her well groomed hair fell around her in clumps. Meanwhile, thoughts of servitude surged in her head, replacing her love, warmth, compassion, and everything that made her Orrin Radd with a desire to please her god. In seconds, she was the Silver Surfer, slave and herald of Galactus.
For an untold amount of time, the Surfer soared through space, searching for a planet that held enough life to satisfy the mighty Galactus. Orrin wanted desperately for her god to enjoy the food she found for him. She wanted to show him how fit she was for servitude. To that end, she searched for the most hospitable planet she could find.
Finally, she found a world that may be as lush as her own, a planet called Earth by its inhabitants. She began her mission by sending out the beacon while she still orbited the planet, drawing her master to this place. This place would provide the feast he so rightly deserved.
In the meantime, what could she do? Study the Earthlings? Perhaps she could find the most powerful of them and study their habits, just in case they attempted to provide resistance... Yes, she would intentionally crash on Earth, make them think she carried a message of peace. Then when Galactus arrived, they would be off their guard...
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Post by deadpool on Apr 17, 2009 18:22:03 GMT -5
Rosslyn St. Clair Age- 29 Height-5’7 Weight-130lbs Eye color-Hazel Hair color-Blond
Str-3-1w Int-3-1w Agl-3-1w Spd-3-1w Dur-3-3w Health-3 Energy-12 Total Cost for Abilities= 7w
Vehicle Ops- 4-2w
Social Skills-6-4w
Ranged Combat-6-4w +Wpn .Modifier
Close Combat-3-1w Agl. Bonus
Black Ops-4-3w +Reconnaissance +Sneaking +Resistance to Torture
Technology-4-3w *Int. Bonus
Total Cost for Actions=17w
Energy Battery-1-1w Charisma (Free stones towards Social Skills)-2-3w Resources (As Wealth)- 4-2w Total Cost for Modifiers=6w
Total Cost so Far=30w
Challenges Deadly Enemies (After extensive work in MI6, has a plethora of villains out for blood)-3w Egotism/Hubris-2w Vengeful (Sometimes for nothing more than even the tiniest perceived slight)-3w Show-off/Stylish-2w
St. Clair, as she’s been known for the past 9 years, was until recently a highly successful operative with MI6, a spy for the British Government. Her natural charm and talent with firearms have been honed to perfection by the academy and years of field operations, so that now she is both an efficient spy and even a deadly one if need be.
3 major character flaws have held St. Clair back throughout her career, though since she doesn’t perceive them as problems, she has never ventured to change her ways. The first is a combination of vanity and arrogance, something that has both gotten her into situations beyond her control and made her incapable of acknowledging the superiority of fellow operatives. The second is her taste for revenge, a fire of rage that burns inside her, stoked constantly by the grievous harms her enemies inflicted upon her and those who she cared about. More than once she hasn’t been able to reign in her fury, resulting in an excessive use of deadly force or an otherwise uncharacteristic lack of concern for her stated objectives. One instance in particular cost her a promotion, when her then boyfriend was brutally murdered, and in response she blew up a warehouse filled with mobsters and tons of evidence. The final flaw is her passion for being overtly stylish in her actions, which consumes her so much at times that her success has been jeopardized.
St. Clair is not unlikeable, despite this plethora of unattractive character traits. Quite the opposite in fact, as there are few operatives who can be as charming and persuasive as she. She is naturally charismatic, and when that magnetism is combined with her training, she can be hard to resist indeed….
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