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[DESCRIPTION]
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TOTAL COST: [10w]

CHARACTER NAME: Allison Andrews
SECRET IDENTITY: TBD
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Blond
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'4"
WEIGHT: 105



[BIOGRAPHY]
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It was her favorite place to be. Though she was the daughter of an affluent British Family, growing up in South Africa allowed her a certain amount of liberty her peers wouldn’t understand back home. Some days it took her several hours to climb the mountainside… it wasn’t too steep, but it was a long walk. Still, the view was worth it.

From here she could see nearly everything in the area. Children playing soccer, people going to market… if she turned a little she could see open savanna and animals grazing. It was perfection. Her uncle Charlie used to take her here a lot. With him it was different though. With him they weren’t bound by the laws of physics and gravity. He had closed his eyes and willed them to the very top of the mountain.

He had taken her soo many places. Shown her soo many things. She had loved her uncle dearly… It had taken her a long time to get over his assumed death in Genosha. One day he had brought her to this mountain and told her about his plans to join a mutant rights group. He was venting more than anything… he couldn’t expect a girl who hadn’t yet reached her teens to give him advice… but he did expect her to listen and not judge. She had been excited for him… not knowing that she would never see him again.

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Overall her life was a good one though. Her money, station, and beauty made her naturally popular. She was given a kind heart by her mother and a stern eye by her father. Each of which lavished love and attention on her, their only child. She remembers her parents fighting about her uncle. Arguing over his involvement with her… he was a mutant, and that meant danger… To her father that was enough to ostracized him... but he was family. To her mother that was enough to keep him around. In the end her mother had won out and her father had conceded the issue.

Still, Allison wasn’t sure that her father didn’t sleep a lot better now that Her uncle chuck, his brother, was gone.

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She spends the majority of her time reading, in drama club, volunteering with her mother with various committees that help local orphans and war victims (mostly through organizing fundraisers) and practicing her piano, cello or violin. The rest of her every waking moment is spent with friends and trying to get away to be with her friends. Though she is British born and bred, her South African upbringing has given her a more laid back attitude than the ‘proper’ social elite would find acceptable back home.

Due to her varied interests and diverse living environment she has a mixed bag of friends. From poor locals that she has met at orphanages, to the high class debutantes she has weekly tea with… she is loved and adored by most everyone she meets.

Through it all she has maintained a humbleness and humility befitting someone well below her station.




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

HEALTH: 3
ENERGY: 9
REGENERATION: 4

WEALTH: 2 (0w, 2r)



[ACTIONS] [5w, 1r]
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Acrobatics 1 (0w, 1r)
-Agility Bonus

Biocomputing - 3
-Combine with other mental actions (non-combat only)
-Interface directly with computers (requires touch)

Combat - Close 1 (0w, 1r)
-Agility Bonus/Weapon Mod
-Female Self Defense

Cybernetics 5
- as metamorphosis; cybernetic forms only
- can't increase basic size or shape
-cybernetic forms:
-- physical score increases (x3 cost for durability)
-- claws
-- cybernetic senses
-- force blast (any element; electricity at x2 damage)
-- flight
-- force field
-- psi-weapon
-- telekinesis (tractor beam)
-- tentacle whip
-- targeting
-- toughness
--Efficient


General Knowledge 1 (0w, 2r)
-Intel Bonus
SPECIALTIES: High School Education

Social Skills 5 (3w)
-British South African Language/Culture
-Musician
-Teen Culture
-Etiquette
-Socialite Charm

Technology 2 (1w)
-Intel Bonus

Technopathy 3
- as computers and technology combined
- int bonus

[MODIFIERS] [0w]
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Energy Battery 1/5
Photographic Memory (from Bio-Computing)
Toughness 3/6
Rapid Recovery


[CHALLENGES] [+5w]
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Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+1)

Conflicting Interests
- Allison is incapable of true suicidal behaviour

Prying relatives, friends, associates (+2)

Minor disability (+1)
-Minor nearsighted. Wears contacts and occasionally glasses

Mutant

Psychological; per symptom (+1)
-Typical Teenage girl, mood swings and the like

Special Vulnerability
- electrical attacks are always armor penetrating


[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
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I will list it out later. Cell phones and the like.


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[Rinjo]

Minus the facial hair of course...


CHARACTER NAME: Michael Saunders
SECRET IDENTITY: N/A
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Black
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 165

3 minutes 45 seconds. Michael Saunders wasn’t impressed. It wasn’t his best time… not by far, but he had been distracted. ‘The wall’, as they called it, required all of your focus. It also required incredible physical conditioning and fortitude. It seemed like once a month a shoulder, leg or collar bone was broken by some new kid trying to test himself…

"The Wall" was Michaels second home. It had been since he had turned 10 years old… he had been downtown when he saw a group of boys running through the city. They bound over trash cans, bounced up walls and launched themselves from second story windows. He had been enthralled and taken the chase after them.

Even at 10 years old he had no trouble keeping up. He could outrun neighborhood dogs, break all of his schools track records… He could have been in the Olympics even back then, but they weren’t actively scouting 10 year olds for the hundred meter dash. Still, he had no problem following the boys, even if he couldn’t match their skills.

It had been a natural fit from day one. The boys had banded together and started their own “free running” group. The Wall was in a rundown abandoned part of the city. Three quarters of an old 7 story tenement had been torn down leaving only the southeast wall standing. There were pieces of flooring, a few rogue stairs, windows. Tiny pieces of what was once the fire escape… it was a hazard. Extremely dangerous… to the group though, it was home. They had spray painted marks up and down it. Some indicated targets to touch, others were skill markers. Beginning, intermediate and advanced… The goal was to make it to your skill marker and down again, and it was always timed.

In only three years Michael held all of the records for the wall… but today he was off by over 30 seconds… his timer had been his own watch and he was all alone, so he didn’t really have any explaining to do… It was too early for his teenage friends to think about breakfast, let alone the wall.

This morning had been life changing for him. He had been poking around in the attic looking for his winter coat from last year. It was cold outside... He wasn’t snooping, not really. But when he found the strangely marked box, his curiosity was piqued and he couldn’t help but open it.

What he found inside would change him forever. At first he didn’t realize what he was seeing. Some kind of Halloween costume… scrap books… newspaper clippings… But after a few minutes it all started coming together. There were news clipping about a villain named Speed Demon, stories about the Squadron Sinister. More than that there were group photos, candid shots of the Squadron. Shot taken when the group was relaxed and goofing around. And then it hit him… the costume… the photos, the newspaper clippings… His dad… James was the Speed Demon…

Reading the clippings it didn’t take him long to realize his father was a criminal… that he had hurt good people. Stolen things… Apparently it all ended when his father’s legs were broken leaving him confined to a wheelchair for life. Leaving him the man, the father he knew now.

It was all soo much for him to handle. He had stormed into his father’s room, threw the costume on his father’s bed… no words passed between them… he saw everything in his father’s eyes. The guilt… the conviction… the remorse. His father had been a supper villain… a murderer… yet here he was. Working as a scientist… pretending to be normal… no pretending to be a cripple… it made Michael sick to his stomach, and before his father could respond... apologize... even speak, Michael had run out of the house not stopping until he was at the wall.

Staring up at the thing with his eyes rimmed with salt water he tried to focus. His father, the man he had trusted… the man he loved… was a murderer… a killer… a thief… a liar… he had trusted him… He ran straight at the wall… up he went… he bounced easily from point to point, target to target. 3m 20s. Again… up he went… 3m. He matched his best time. His mind clouded with anger he went up again… by now he should be tired… exhausted… 2m 50s, a new record… up he went… 2m 30 seconds. Again… 2m. Again… 1m.

Michael stood panting, his body covered with sweat… checking his watch again he stared, stunned. 1m… it was impossible… he shook his hand… the time was the same. He had gone up the 7 story wall and down in 59s.

He was suddenly very confused, cold and extremely hungry. He pulled his hood over his head and walked two blocks to small coffee shop, ordered a black and sat down… his mind literally racing trying to figure out what was happening to him.


[ABILITIES]
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INTELLIGENCE: 2
STRENGTH: 2
AGILITY: 3
SPEED: 8 - Efficient/Speed for Initiative (M via FF)
Health: 3
Energy: 1
Stamina: 2

HEALTH: 3
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 5

Drama Stones: 1

WEALTH: 1
$25k/$2K


[ACTIONS]
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Free Running/Parkour 3 (M)
-As Acrobatics/Wall Climbing
-Speed Bonus

Fast Thinking 4 (M)
-As Bio-Computing
- Dependent (Speed [can't exceed Speed AN])
-(can’t interface with computers/applies to any non-combat action where Speed could be a factor)

Combat - Close 1 (M)
-2x Damage
-Speed Bonus/Weapon Modifier

General Knowledge 1
-Intel Bonus

Social Skills 3 (M)
-Trustworthy, Street-smart, Charismatic

Tesseract Generation (Teleportation) 5 (M)
-1r per guest (-1)
-Travel Through Other Realm (-1)

[MODIFIERS]
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Speed Senses 2
-Able to perceive the world around him in slower motion. Allows sensory multitasking.

Reflexive Dodge 2
-Bought with Speed Senses

High Velocity Potential 2
-Permanent Mentor for Speed
-Frictionless Field (Toughness)
-Resist Entanglement at MN
-Innate Modifier [Speed] at MN

[CHALLENGES]
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Being a mutant (+3)

Haunted past (+2)
-Lost mother at a young age. Latchkey kid. Father was a supervillian.

Psychological; per symptom (+1)
-Impatience w/the world around him

Extreme vanity (+1)
-Speed gives him a sense of invulnerability that leads to risk taking.

Prying relatives, friends, associates (+1)
-Now that his son has somehow manifested the same abilities he has, his father is very interested in him.

Blames "society" and others for situation (+1)
-Hates his father. Blames him for everything he has ever done in his past. Extremely resentful (all due to discovery).

Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+1)



[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
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$25,000

TBD





[ACTION BOX]
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H 3/3
E 11/12

A1: Close Combat 11 (CC 1, Sp 5, 3eff, 2hvp) - 8 attack + 2x dmg, 3 shifted to D.

A2:

Defense: 8 Physical (Suit 1, Spd 2, HVP2, 3RD) 2 Mental (3Int)

Useful Mods: Speed Senses 2

H 3/3
E 5/12


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A Free Running video. This is how Michael spends all of his free time. His body is pushed to the absolute limit, allowing him to free up his mind and think through life's issues while being able to completely let himself go. It is an almost spiritual experience to him.

[Rinjo]

CHARACTER NAME: Kyree
SECRET IDENTITY:
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Black
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 105


[ABILITIES] [11w]
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INTELLIGENCE: 6 (8w) -i
STRENGTH: 1 (0w, 1r)
AGILITY: 1 (0w, 1r)
SPEED: 1 (0w, 1r)
DURABILITY: 2 (2w)

HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 6

WEALTH: 3 (1w)



[ACTIONS] [25w]
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Black Magic 6 (4) (20w)
-Intel Bonus
-Super Efficient
Spells: Bio (Vs Dur to Poison), Delta (2x or Area), Earth (AP), Ice (Vs Agility to Paralyze), Antipode (1/2 each Element), Silence (V Intel to cancel Spell Cast)

Performer 3 (1w)
-Flavor Action
-Combines w/relevant social skills
-Sp: Magician, Actress, Wind Instruments

Combat - Close 1 (0w, 1r)
-Womens self defense

General Knowledge 1 (0w, 2r)
-Intel Bonus

Social Skills 5 (3w)
SPECIALTIES: Beutifull, Witty, Understanding, Compasionate, Persuasive



[MODIFIERS] [3w]
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Natural Magicician (as Magic-Centric Power Template) 2 (3w)
-subtracted interfacing with computers



[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
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Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+2)
-Especially little kids, and smaller races

Extreme vanity (+2)
-Actress

Haunted past (+1)
-Watched her brother die... feels guilty

Minor disability (+1)
-Near sighted, needs glasses/contacts

Prying relatives, friends, associates (+2)
-Doting parents

Guilty conscience (+2)
-Blames self for brothers death



[EQUIPMENT]
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Head: Steepled Hat (Black Mage Dreamshard)
Torso: Robes + 2 to Defense (Magus Robes)
Legs: Pants + 2 to Defense (Magus Robes)
Feet: Fancy Shoes + 1 to Defense (Magus Robes)
Accessory: Earings +1 to Magic


Dreamshard
-2 All Physical Actions
+2 Black Magic
Magus Robes
+2 to Magical Actions
+2 Magical Defense
-2 Materia Slots
Basic Rod
+1 CC





[Wealth - 25,000g/1000g]
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25,000
-5000g - Magus Robes
-150g - Basic Rod
-15000g - Earrings
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4,850g

[Rinjo]

[DESCRIPTION]
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CHARACTER NAME: Lucky Logan (James Howlett)
SECRET IDENTITY: N/A
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Black
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5' 3"
WEIGHT: 195


[ABILITIES] [15w]
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INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 4 (2w)
AGILITY: 4 (2w)
SPEED: 3 (1w)
DURABILITY: 5 (9w)

HEALTH: 5
ENERGY: 15
REGENERATION: 7

WEALTH: -1 (+2w)



[ACTIONS] [23w]
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(WK) Hunting/Tracking 5 (4w)
-Flexible
-Sp: Stalking, Survival, Spot/Set Ambush, Spot/Set Trap, Evasion

(WK) Ninja 5 (12w)
-Agility Bonus
-Sp: Martial Arts, Extraction, Covert Ops, Dual Knives, Infiltration

Social Skills 5 (3w)
-Sp: German Language/Culture, Military Protocol, Blue Collar, Streetwise, Intimidation

Vehicle Operation 3 (1w)
Sp: Motorcycles, Heavies, Cars



[MODIFIERS] [34w]
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Animal Senses 5 (3w)

Natural 6 (12w)
-Modifier to Ninja

Healing Factor - Enhanced 6 (20w)
-Heal 1w/Panel + 3r/2w/Panel

Reflexive Dodge 1 (1w)
-(Reflexive Dodge) Bought with Animal Senses



[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
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Extreme vanity (+2)
- His own man, not real big on rules and authority

Psychological; per symptom (+2)
- Feeling of invulnerability, Memory lost past the last 5 years or so.

Deadly Enemies (+3)
- Creed

No Problem Breaking the Law (+1)

Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+2)
- Lives by the strongest survive... but doesn't believe in it.



[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
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Military Issue Gear:

Dual +2 Pistols - 2x Damage
Dual +2 Quality Knives
Rifle +3 (2x) w/Bayonet +1
4 Grenades (+2 AoE)


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You could say a lot of things about Sgt Logan... some nice, some not. You could call him a bastard, a pain in the ass... some would call him selfish, where others would recognize him as the most generous guy they had ever met. A guy who would give you the shirt off his back when the chips were down and it was all he had left. You could call Logan a lot of things... but in truth the Canadian Ranger couldn't have given a damn.

Logan was an enigma. He was a man of excess. He seemed to constantly have a cheap cigar on hand... he could drink any man in the company under the table without blinking twice. He would stand up for the seemingly silliest principles, yet have no problem laying his opinions aside and rushing into the heaviest fire on what was assumed to be a suicide mission...

No matter how many times his chain of command sent him 'on his last mission', Logan came walking back into camp, mission accomplished and leaving his superiors with another damn citation to write. Some of his commanders feared the bastard was actually going to walk out of this war with the medal of honor... The medal probably would have ended up in the Rhine.

5 years ago Logan had wandered into Hudson's Hope British Columbia, Canada. He had nothing but the clothes on his back and an empty head. He couldn't remember how long he had been out there, how he had survived. It was the middle of Winter and he was damn cold. He had stumbled into a barn where the farmer had found him the next day.

Allan Rigsby had taken him in. Given him honest wages, a loft in the barn and 3 squares a day. Over the next three years the two had grown close. He was honest fair and deserved Logan's respect. He had given Logan something few people in his life ever would... trust.

Over the next two years the only thing Logan valued more than his relationship with Allan was the relationship he was building with the mans daughter, April. And it came as no surprise when Logan came asking him for his daughters hand in marriage.

But the war had changed everything. No self respecting young man those days could stay home while their friends... their families went out to right the worlds wrongs. So saying goodbye to April, to Allan, Logan enlisted in the Canadian forces where he was quickly recruited by and assigned to a Special Operations Army Rangers Unit where he has served ever since.

In his short two year military career he has racked up more kills, more completed missions and in less time than any enlisted man his rank on record, and he was just getting started. If he had his way, they would just drop him over Berlin and he would bring Hitler's head back and end this whole thing over night... but the army rarely did things Logans way...

[Rinjo]

Elianthanal Larinthalas

It was his second cup of chamomile tea and it did little to relieve the tension mounting in his head and resting square between his should blades. He was half broke, half starved and in an overall unholy mood. Elian stared out the window looking for his next meal. He had been in the small city for less than a week but he had quickly shaped himself into a peg that fit nicely into the urban hole.

He had been in the booth for almost three hours dropping only a few copper for two cups of tea… the second cup he had been nursing for the better part of an hour. It was long past lukewarm, but Elian’s mind was far from this town… far from this land in a place he was far from welcome.

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He had been honored in his Village. Ogre Slayer they had called him… His home had been decorated in flowers… there had been a feast in his honor… He was a champion… at least they thought he was. Elian hadn’t bought into the hype, but he was happy to take the rewards… even those expressly forbidden.

He was beautiful even by Elven standards… amongst humans he verged on divine. His radiance and silver tongue had led him to conquest after conquest of the delicate Elven variety… but this time… this time Elian had gone too far. He had been meeting, in secret, with the wife of a prominent Noble; her name Eruraina. She first spied him telling stories at a village celebration. The celebration had been a masked affair, and the two shared a dance filled with chemistry and electricity… as a tease he had removed his mask to ‘adjust’ and then only for a moment… but it had been more than enough. From that moment she sought him out… She had courted him passionately… send him gifts… poetry…. Elian, ever gracious patiently endured. For she was a woman of pristine virtue and elegant beauty … a conquest that would surely be towards the top of his list of tales, he reveled in every minute of their secret rendezvous.

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Everything had changed when, one day, they were set to meet in their secret spot just outside of the village. Eruraina had arrived early to prepare the place for him… Her delicate woven blanket lay spread with exotic fruits and breads, sweet wines… a lovers picnic… Today it would be trampled on by a towering, filthy Ogre… An Ogre who dim of wit took a few seconds torealise just wat he had stunmbled upon. A delicate plaything… a comfortable blanket… food and wine... it was luck such a beast was unaccustomed to…

He had been slighted by the elves too many times… chased through the trees. He bore many scars of arrows that flew faster than he could run… and now he had a chance to pay them back… payback that would be slow and extremely vicious. As he processed the pleasure that would soon satiate his hunger, Eruraina screamed a scream that reached nearly to the village… The Ogre, knowing but one thing shot it’s hand out, wrapping it around her waist. The other grabbed her wrists and lifted her off the ground, until they were eye to eye…

Fortunately or unfortunately for Elian… he was less than a hundred yards out and closing fast when he heard the scream. By the time he arrived the Ogre had the woman fast in hand… he was ripping offer Eruraina’s clothing, his intentions obviously clear.

Elian, with only a moment to act before he was discovered looked left and right finally settling on a hefty log. Hoisting it in both hands he slammed it down on the Ogres back, not causing soo much as a grunt from the beast. Again he slammed the log down, causing frustration more than anger in the Ogre as it realized it’s pleasures would have to wait. Casting Eruraina aside the woman struck a large rock, losing consciousness almost immediately.

Here is where accounts of the tale begin to vary slightly form tale to tale… Some say that Elian… with little regard for his life came running form the woods hearing the scream, brandishing his dagger he faced the Ogre in personal combat weaving in and out of its lumbering blows. In the end his speed and cunning won out as he buried his dagger deep in the things throat…

That was not however, the story that Elian remembered… far from it. As the Ogre pushed Eruraina aside Elian took a step back. He had never seen such power; such unbridled rage this close before. He had been chased from chaste windows by furious husbands to be sure… but this… this was something altogether different. This was a mad hunter, a hunter set on skinning the very flesh from Elians bones. Looking at the Ogre, Elian knew that it was more than capable of carrying out the threats behind its eyes.

Pulling back, Elian hefted the log above his head with both hands and flung it at the creatures face. The Ogre swatted it aside and laughed a deep grumbling laugh… the sound of rocks sliding together in his throat. “Is that all puny ant?” The Ogre continued laughing as its face twisted into somewhat cunning rage. Bending down it hefted a large boulder, easily the size of its own torso. “Now Grumch turn…”

And that is when luck, Elians true love, showed herself. High in the air a hawk was slowly gliding on the forests thermal currents. It had fed recently, but it still kept a wary eye out for any rodents or reptiles foolish enough to show themselves. Gliding ever higher the Hawk, spotting a small lizard, began a dive and released a small glob of waste… something inconsequential… normally it would have landed on the forest floor to be washed in to the soil by afternoon rain showers. Not today… today a large target blocked its decent to the ground.

As the Ogre spoke “Now Grumch turn…” the small glob found and splattered into Grumch’s wide open eye… The stinging was intense and immediate! The Ogre recoiled as his right hand shot to his eye rubbing furiously… he wasn’t the most intelligent of the forests creatures for the right hand that shot to his eye left the large boulder solely in the control of his left. The left hand tried to compensate but the Ogre wasn’t clever enough… nor was he fast enough to avoid the large rock that found its way onto the top of its skull.

There was a sick crunching sound as bone splintered into bone, the Ogres skull descending into its neck. Though he was dead on contact the Ogres stubborn legs refused to fall… refused to buckle, as if it was rooted into the very soil itself… It stared a vacant stare at Elian who feared the Ogre might survive the blow… and then, like a giant tree, the Ogre fell forward, it’s knees buckling and its head slamming into the ground at Elian’s feet.

It has all happened in the span of a few seconds… One second he was going to be crushed under a giant rock… the next he had a large, half dead ogre at his feet! Never one to hesitate, he moved to ensure the creatures death. He grabbed the dagger tucked in his belt and slammed it deep into the Ogres throat. No sooner had he inserted the blade than several Elven rangers came bounding through the brush… they had been a minute… maybe two from the time that Eruraina had let out her piercing scream… and yet they were too late. Elian had saved her… had slain an Ogre alone, and with nothing more than a dagger…
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The event had been followed by a week of feasting! He had saved the life of Eruraina, the most prominent Noblewoman in the village! The villiage was blessed by the Gods… Had Elian not been wandering by surely Eruraina would have been murdered… or worse. Elian was given the highest honors… Both public and private…

Yet the pleasures he found that week were not to last… while the village was content to believe him in the right place at the right time… others… husbands… fathers… they had questions. How did Eruraina, an Elven woman of high standing and perfect breeding manage to be picnicking alone in the woods? She had taken no servants with her… told no one of her plans… more importantly when the elven rangers had brought her belongings home there had been two wine glasses… two plates… the more questions were asked the less answers were forthcoming.

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And so it was that on the 7th night of his victory in the woods that Elians blocked his entrance as he returned home. It had been a late night filled with beautiful women and sweet Elven wines. His body still tingled from the pleasures he had been given… his mind still reeled from the drink. It took him minutes to fully understand what was going on.

Elian was to leave the village, tonight and under cover of darkness. He had upset too many husbands… too many fathers. The noblemen of the village were stirring towards action, and his father, by sheer luck had caught wind of their intent. Elian must leave now or likely die. If he left time to heal the wounds he had caused… let the pride cool down, perhaps he could return home… find a wife… settle down. He would leave for a year, no more. A year was not soo long in the life of an elf.
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And so he had left. Followed the road to the first human village he came to… He had claimed this booth in the small inn as his. It had a view of the market square… a few tall elm trees… here he picked his targets… here he found his meals. Of course his marks were usually more than happy to sponsor him for a round of drinks… a piece of bread… he had stories for days… he made them laugh… tugged at their heart strings with sad tales… and more often than not, a wonderful young lady offered a bed warmer than he would receive at the inn… at least for a night.

He had been all but banished from the only home he had known… yet Elians spirit wasn’t crushed… wasn’t yet bruised… after all, it was just a year… right?

[Rinjo]

CHARACTER NAME: Jean Grey
SECRET IDENTITY:
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Red
EYES: Green
HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 120



[BIOGRAPHY]
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She’s a good Girl. Ask any adult and that would be the answer you would get. Jean Grey was the consummate overachiever. She had gotten straight A’s her entire life, had never been to detention, She had graduated high school at 14 and was well into her first year of med school when her powers manifested.

For her the world had changed in a day. One week before finishing her first year of school, she had woken up with a buzzing in her ears and a splitting headache… she had taken Excedrin, something she never did… When she had gone into the halls she began hearing voices… echos… eery whispers and screams. Though she didn’t understand it, she was being overwhelmed by the thoughts and feelings of everyone around her.

She had tried to control herself but the sensory flood had overwhelmed her… sent her into her room where she had locked the door and stayed for three days before the faculty came in to check on her. They found her curled up in a fetal position rocking back and forth with her hands twined into her hair. They had called the school’s medical staff… the first orderly to touch her was slammed backwards against a wall with a psychic backlash that broke three of his ribs… Jean didn’t even register anything had happened… It wasn’t the best way to find out she was a mutant.

She had spent a full month in a white padded cell, completely isolated with only the thoughts of the patients to keep her company… she had stayed curled up… not eaten… only drank when physically forced to do so. She was shutting down, and it wouldn’t be long before the 15 year old girl was dead, by any estimation.

And then HE had shown up. The man with the steady gaze and a voice that cut through the chaos swirling around her… within her. He was speaking to her through a tunnel filled with cotton balls… she could hear his voice… muffled… distant… but calm and reassuring. He had taken her away from there. Taken her to a place deep underground, a place where only his thoughts surrounded her.

In the still of the quiet metallic chamber Jean Grey relaxed for the first time in months. It was quiet… peaceful… tranquil. She could hear herself breath… Jean had stayed down there, not a prisoner… not a captive… but free in her confinement for several months. Each day her savior and come down and trained her. Helped her close her mind off, to listen, but only when she wanted to listen. To block out the thoughts of others… It was like stretching new fingers, taking first steps… but he had given her is time, and his tutelage payed off.


Now Jean spends her days as any other teenager… any other mutant teenager at the Academy. Her day is filled with classes, lunch, study hour… in the evenings she goes to the mall, watches movies and talks with her friends about boys… For the first time in what felt like a lifetime Jean felt truly normal, and she owed it all to one man.





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

INTELLIGENCE: 6i
STRENGTH: 2
AGILITY: 3
SPEED: 2
DURABILITY: 2

HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 9

WEALTH: 1



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

Combat - Close 2
- Agility Bonus/Weapon Mod
- Sp: Self Defense

Flight 5
-(Flight) Fits with main power

Force Field 6
-(Force Field) Bought with Telekinesis

General Knowledge 4
-Intel Bonus
-Biology, Genetics, Academics, Anatomy

Healing 3
-(Healing) Medical

Leadership 3

Social Skills 3
-Beautiful, Trustworthy, Honest

Telekinesis 4
-(Telekinesis) Intelligence Bonus
-(Telekinesis) Weapon Modifier
-(Telekinesis) Bought with Telepathy

Telepathy 2
-(Telepathy) Intelligence Bonus
-(Telepathy) Project thoughts/control others
-(Telepathy) Telepathic communication



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

Rapid Recovery



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

Being a mutant (+3)

Blind Loyalty (+1)
-Magneto saved her and she will be loyal for life.. or until something significant happens to change that.

Haunted past (+3)
-Deathly afraid of losing control of her ability. Also went through traumatic experience during her mental breakdown.

Psychological; per symptom (+2)
-Overachiever. Must be the best at what she does... student, x-man, doctor, etc.

Minor disability (+1)
-Near Sighted/glasses




[EQUIPMENT]
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[Rinjo]

CHARACTER NAME: Billiam McMillam
SECRET IDENTITY: Call me Fergus
SPECIES: Half-Fairy
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Lavender
HEIGHT: 5'6
WEIGHT: 135



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

Billiam hasn't made it far in life by human standards... He bounces from job to job and can't hold down a steady apartment, vehicle, or even girlfriend for long. Not that he minds much... You see Billiam was born with bad blood... at least that it what he would call it, though which half of his blood was bad he wouldn't say. The legend is that his father somehow fell in love with a fairy... a fairy who though she didn't return his love, managed... in a very magical way... to return his passion.

The result was a child unlike any other. A child with all of his child like traits intensified. He was more energetic, excited and of course overwhelmingly hard to control... and that was before his fey abilities started manifesting. He had grown up with his father until he was four years old... but when Billiam started controlling the very reality around him as part of his pranks and imaginative play his father could have no more of it.

He took him to the old abandoned section of the city where, a dark place where no member of real society would go. There were a few bums who moonlighted as lycans... an underground dwelling where the undead were said to rest... and an overgrown park surrounded by a dangerous looking rusty fence. A fence magically enchanted to make the average visitor ignore the park altogether...

Inside was a garden where a society of tiny fairies lived their lives... and it was in this garden that Billiam would spend the next ten years of his life.

=

Eventually his mother would send him out into the world. He had some good to do out there, she had told him. And he would... once he got himself established... But fairy life is soo much different than the banality of the human world. When Billiam sees injustice he calls it. He tends to run hot on emotions and has, more than once gotten into fist fights with customers, though he does it with a smile and always to teach a lesson.

He has managed to, at the very least, learned to tone down his use of abilities in public, He honestly tries to fit in... to play nicely with others... but the fairy side of him runs the constant risk of falling into obsessive boredom, and there are few things in life more dangerous than a bored Fairy...



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

INTELLIGENCE: 5 -i
STRENGTH: 2
AGILITY: 3
SPEED: 2
DURABILITY: 2

HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 10
REGENERATION: 5

WEALTH: -1



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

Acrobatics 2
-Agiklity Bonus

Combat - Close 2
-Agility Bonus/Weapon Modifier
Sp: Fisticuffs, Conjured Weapons

Combat - Ranged 2 (0w, 2r)
-Weapon Modifier
Sp: Conjured Weapons, Thrown Objects

Gambling 3 (1w)
-Intel/Agility Ability Bonus

General Knowledge 2 (1w)
-Intel Bonus
Sp: Riddles, Useless Trivia

Mastery of Magic 2 (3w)
-(Mastery of Magic) Accumulate Energy

Fey Sorcery 2 (12w)
-Cross between sorcery and Asgardian sorcery
-Intel Bonus

Social Skills 5 (3w)
Sp: Children, Mocking, Charming, Polite, Fairy Language/Culture



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

Fairy Senses 2 (4)
-Fey Senses let him sense things about people and things. Possibly a feeling of who is good and evil... also where a toadstool may look like a mushroom to some, he may see the little gnome living underneath with the pet riding slug... fireflies are actually fairies... etc. There is a whole other world all around that his fairy blood allows him to see.



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

Being a Mage/Half Fairy in a human world (+3)

Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+3)
-Will do the stupidest things to bullies. THink Billy the kid in 'Young Guns'

Power dangerous to self (+1)
-When used in obvious ways in public

Extreme vanity (+1)
-Acts in an almost self destructive manner with litte fear for his life.

Psychological; per symptom (+1)
-Prone to extreme boredom (extreme ADD)

Looking non-human (+1)
-Lavender eyes that he can cover with contacts but rarely does. They have a tendency to twinkle when he gets excited.




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


Dragon Ring
- As Eye of Agamotto
- Rather than give the ability to use orb of Agamotto, gives +2 to Fairy Senses.
- An unnamed lavender jewel (matching his eyes) sits affixed in the eyes of a silver winged dragon curled around his finger.



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[Rinjo]

...Young Ryan Reynolds...


CHARACTER NAME: Alexander Caster X
SECRET IDENTITY: N/A
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5' 6"
WEIGHT: 135



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

It was a party. One of the better parties the school had seen… parties weren’t rare at Hero High… With kids going through soo many life changes… puberty… power manifestations and midterms, they needed to blow off a little steam. Ever since Alexander had arrived at the school, they had gotten better, and more frequent…

While his family had a long and prestigious tradition of serving the world, Alex was barely a teenage boy. A teenage boy walking a fine line. On one side was pleasing his parents, his grandparents and processing the immense amount of pressure and expectations they had, and on the other was balancing an incredibly intense and and complicated social schedule that seemed to stretch it's fingers throughout the entire student body... yet he did it. He did it... and in a manner that made his family proud.

The Caster family could trace its lineage back to the beginning of recorded time. It is said that his most ancient ancestor had made a deal with one of the Nephalim. The demons that had brought about the biblical flood of Noahs day. The covenant that had been entered, though none knew the exact details, had saved his family line when all others had perished. From that day on, the first born male in each generation, and only the first amongst the entire family line, would inherit some form of magical ability. His father had been the strongest yet.

His family had, with each generation put forth this powerful hero as a protector of earth. A hero who would, if required, lay down their very lives in its defense. Alex was to take up that mantle when his father retired... and his father was ready to retire.

His father, the world famous Magician, Alexander Caster IX. A man who traveled the world performing for presidents and kings, in Las Vegas, and Buckingham palace. A man who moonlighted as one of the world’s most powerful super heroes. A man born with a mutagenic Mastery of Magic.

A man who was getting on in age. He had waited far to long to have children, a decision that made sense at the time, but one that he now regretted. Assuming Alex's powers manifested soon... it would still be years before he could settle down and leave earths defense in the hands of his son. In the meantime, Alex was having the time of his life... even if he was still normal.

Alex had been at the school for two years already and still nothing… while others had developed super strength… shape changing… mastery of the elements… Alexander was still getting by on his good looks and charm. Both of which he had in ample supply. But to him it wasn’t enough. He was ready to break free… to find out who he really was… and to finally be able to stop tiptoeing around the early bloomers… some of which got increasingly more temperamental and thus dangerous when their powers manifested. Especially the linebackers who seemed to always develop some power that only enhanced their muscle-bound rage…

Still from the looks of the party around him… he was doing pretty well. He had endeared himself to both the students and faculty of Hero High. He had the unique ability to float from group to group. He could spend the morning with the smokers behind the gym, sit with the preps at lunch, and stop in the teachers’ lounge between classes to flatter his science teacher, and swipe a fresh muffin.

There were few people on campus who didn’t like Alex, and fewer still who would mention it out loud. For a guy without powers, he had managed to elevate himself to a position of relative power. Everyone around him was better for it. He could match brains up with brawns to get homework and science projects turned in on time. He could match shy nerds up with quirky girls, both of which trusted him enough to let their guard down. He could throw a party with all of the schools factions and pull it off without a hitch… or a fight, and usually without campus security breaking it up.

Everyone’s lives were better for knowing Alex… his life was just starting out… but from where he was sitting, the Future looked amazing!!!




[ABILITIES] [8w]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 6 (4w)
STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r)
AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r)
SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r)
DURABILITY: 2 (2w)

HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 6
REGENERATION: 2

WEALTH: -1 (+2w)



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

Business Skills 1 (0w, 1r)
-Intel Bonus

Combat - Close 1 (0w, 1r)
-Intel Bonus/Weapon Modifier

Gambling 1 (0w, 1r)
-Intel Bonus/Agility Bonus when cheating
SPECIALTIES: Card Games

Leadership Action: 2 [2W]
- Strategist

“Mastery of Charm” Action: 5 [6W] (that’s the name I’m going with until you change it to fit your character)
(Stones vs. Intelligence)
- Immune to the effects of telepathic influence or mind control
- Manipulate people to stones spent
- Social Skill bought with discount (instead of flight)

Power in Flux 10 (10w)

Social Skills 6 (3w)
SPECIALTIES: Extremely Popular, Manipulation, Persuasion, Chick Magnet, Brown Nose


[MODIFIERS] [6w]
=========================

Good Luck Modifier: (1) [6W]


[CHALLENGES] [+5w]
=========================

Prying relatives, friends, associates (+2)
- Father and Grandfather, both the current and former Mind Caster who take a very active interest in his life.

Extreme vanity (+1)

Deadly enemies (+2)
- Though his family line has always dealt with their enemies to completion, their are a few out there who wouldn't mind taking revenge on a member of his family line.



[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
=========================
Clothing
iPhone
Laptop
Other basic things

[Rinjo]

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

TOTAL COST: [30w]

CHARACTER NAME: Steven Strange
SECRET IDENTITY: Sorcerer Supreme (In Training)
HAIR: Black
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 165lbs


[BACKGROUND]
=========================
Steven sat in the once steaming tub in a state of total relaxation and transcendence. His mind wondered the cosmos, and contemplated the vastness of the universe. At least, that is what it appeared to the outside observer that knew the truth of him. In reality Steven had, for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to relax. To anyone’s account the man deserved it.

A year ago to the day Steven Strange had arrived on the door step of the mountaintop monastery, little more than a broken shell, empty of any semblance of vitality. He had used the last bit of his energy to claw his way up the rough and rocky trails and could barely raise his body up to pull the thick corded rope that would ring the bell alerting the monks within that a visitor had arrived.

The monks had arrived at the door, and had they not been expecting his arrival, they would have been quite surprised. Steven Strange had been passed out on the floor, his body torn and recovering from burns over a large portion of his body. He was wrapped tightly in white linen around his arms and legs, a large portion of his abdomen and his hands. Hands that had been mangled and broken, several fingers permanently askew.

Months before his trek to Asia Steven had been in an accident. He was the younger of two brothers, sons of Lord Strange of Auckney. The family had invested in a passenger ship company and they were taking an inaugural cruise up the River Thames. Halfway through the journey there was an explosion in the boiler room that nearly tore the ship in half. Stevens Mother, Father and older Brother did not survive. Steven had sustained massive burns and several broken bones. The Doctors had given him less than a month to live. But he had recovered. He had survived.

After a month Steven had been released from the hospital and had locked himself away in Auckney Manor. Left alone, and shunned for his new appearance, Steven retreated to strong drink and expensive harlots. He likely would have died of alcohol poisoning had a mysterious messenger not showed up at his door.

A young chinaman had shown up with a mysterious letter promising answers to Stevens questions, and above all else physical healing of Stevens body. All that Steven had to do was make the trek to the mountain top.

Steven had felt compelled (magically unbeknownst to him) to make the trek and became obsessed with the details of the trip. It had taken him less than three weeks to secure passage on a ship and a crew capable of delivering him to his destination.

=====

Sitting in the now tepid tub, Steven thought back to those first few months. The months when he had begun the steps down his new path. He remembered when he had first been told that he would be the one to heal himself. The anger and frustration he had felt towards his teacher… the rage when he had not been offered quick answers and easy solutions to his problems. Steven, expending his rage, had lost everything. He had nothing left within him… no fight… no anger… no pain. He had hit Rock Bottom.

How long ago it all seemed.

Coming out of his relaxing daze Steven realized how cold the water had become. With a mere thought the temperature increased and a hearty flow of steam began to fill the room. He reached for a small hand mirror sitting on a table and looked at his face long and hard. Gone was the burned scar tissue. Gone were the gnarly fingers and shattered bone. What stared back at him was the face of handsome young man with a twinkle in his eye. A man who had been afforded training that only one in many generations would receive. Steven stared into the face of the next Sorcerer Supreme. The man who would be the earth’s lone defense against all in the magical realm that would do it harm.

=====

While Strange does not yet hold the title of Sorcerer Supreme he has been given a portion of the power he will one day wield. For now he is in training, working as an agent of the Sorcerer Supreme and waiting for the day that the title becomes vacant through retirement… or death.

Before the accident Steven had been the younger of two sons. He had always accepted the responsibility of his familial title, but being the youngest he was never expected to lead the household. He had spent a great deal of time womanizing, and living life to the extreme. Horse Raising, Pistol Dueling… and all of the other extremes that a man in the 1880’s could push himself with were common things in his life. Still he had managed to finish a prestigious education and bore the title of Doctor, in addition to Lord.

In his absence his house and lands were managed by his father’s retainers and are waiting for him to return, though it has been a year and some are beginning to wonder when that day will come. One surprise is that Steven is bringing along with Wong, who will act as an assistant but will be responsible for ensuring that Steven is free to focus on his training in the mystical arts.

=====

For the purposes of the story we can assume that Steven has been home for a few months and is reintegrating himself back into society. It was not uncommon for people in that time to believe in Asian mystical healing and while his recovery would be a shock it could be explained away easy enough.

The CAD is actually pretty basic. I didn’t do anything too crazy with it. Just sorcery and mastery of magic with wealth and statecraft thrown in for good measure.


[ABILITIES] [13w]
=========================

INTELLIGENCE: 6 (8w) -I
STRENGTH: 3 (1w)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 3 (1w)
DURABILITY: 2 (2w)

HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 8

WEALTH: 5 (2w)



[ACTIONS] [24w]
=========================
Combat - Close 2 (0w, 2r)
-Speed Bonus/Weapon Modifier
-Sp: Kung Fu, Swordsmanship

Combat - Ranged 1 (0w, 1r)
-Weapon Modifier
Sp: Pistols

General Knowledge 3 (2w)
-Intel Bonus
Sp: Chemistry, English History, Mystical Arts

Mastery of Magic 2 (3w)
-(Mastery of Magic) Accumulate Energy

Sorcery 2 (12w)
-Intel Bonus

Statecraft 5 (6w)
- Persuasion, Cultures, Charm, Etiquette, Magic Language/Culture


[MODIFIERS] [1w]
=========================
Defense, Magical 3 (1w)



[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
=========================
Compulstion to stick up for the underdog (1w)

Conflicting Interests (2w)
-Sorcerer Surpreme duties come before helping clean up the streets or defend the empire.

Deadly Enemies (2w)
-At this level he is a blip on the radar, but I am not sure that anyone has deadlier enemies than the Sorcerer Surpreme

Haunted Past (3w)
-Lost family to accident, body was burned and broken. Decended into alchaholism and whoring.

Prying Relatives, Friends, Associates (2w)
-Being the Lord of a manor has social obligations. He also has a housefull of people who are more or less in charge of tracking his every move and anticipating his needs. This, by design makes his escapades difficult. Eventually he will rely on Wong and release all of the others... but that is 50 years down the road.

[Rinjo]

Background
=========================
Rachel Adams is a young and talented teenager on the fast track to a wonderful future full of praise, adoration and financial security. At 16 she is already a household name across the country, and more than a few teenage boys in any community have pictures of her on their bedroom walls.

She has graced the cover of Teen Magazine as well as Teen People, BOP and has been featured in commercials annually since she debuted in a Kicks, 'Kid tested; Mothers approved' commercials.

The daughter of a successful New York stage producer, Rachel came from a home of means. Her father was very busy, but doted on her more than any other person on earth... save her mother. Anytime he had an opening, a cast party or media event Rachel and her mother were by his side. For all intents and purposes they are a perfect family.

From her kindergarten play her father, like every other father in America, knew that HIS daughter was special. Unlike every other father in America, he had the means to do something about it. He called in a favor or two and before you knew it Rachel had an agent and was starring in television commercials.

By the time she turned 10 she was already modeling, and going to a full time School for the Arts. She was popular, made friends easily and overall never really let things go to her head. This was in large part to due to the fact that everyone in New York was a model... an actor or had at the very least written a screenplay. Well... at least everyone that the Adams knew.

Rachel has over a half dozen films under her belt over the last 6 years. For her latest she won an Oscar for best Female Performance, making her the youngest female to win in that category and catching many by surprise. The movie was an action/drama in which she costarred as the daughter of Bruce Millis. In the film they went to Africa to do relief work and she is captured by a warlord. Separated from her father she was able to find a cell phone and with her fathers coaching, escape and be reunited. It was an emotional picture, and she was the only Oscar winner the film produced, though it had many nods.

Her father has decided to limit her to one Feature Film per year and then only when filming can primarily happen during summer break so that she can focus on her classical education. She is currently attending The LaGuardia School for the Arts with her eyes on Juliard.


CHARACTER NAME: Rachel Adams
SECRET IDENTITY: Phoenix
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Red... or Blond... or Black... or...
EYES: Green
HEIGHT: 5'5
WEIGHT: 107
Age: 16


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

INTELLIGENCE: 3
STRENGTH: 2
AGILITY: 3
SPEED: 2
DURABILITY: 2

HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 6[9]
REGENERATION: 2[3]

WEALTH: 2
100K/7.5K

(Wealth above 2 is tied up in trusts and for all intents and purposes unavailable to her)


[ACTIONS]
=========================
Famous 3
-Model/Film/Stage
-Combines with Social Skills, on male targets only

Combat - Close 1
-Agility Bonus
-Womens Self Defense

General Knowledge 1
-Intel Bonus

Social Skills 3
-Beautiful/Charming, Etiquette, Persuasion

Mastery of Matter 3
--Power Out of Control Without Device (can be paid off over time; must improve AN by at least 1 before doing so)
--Stress Limit (if in highly stressful situation [GM’s discretion] stones may be spontaneously reallocated or reused in unexpected ways; can also be paid off, must improve AN by at least 1 before doing so [can’t do this at same time as taking off Power Out of Control, must take both off at separate instances])
--Create Manipulate/Matter
----This includes the transmutation of matter from one form to another. She can’t alter a substance to a substance with a Hardness higher or lower than her AN. Includes barriers and simple object creation (T-1000 rules; i.e. no moving parts or volatile components.) Can also change her own form into something of a Hardness no higher than her AN (which, in almost all instances increases her Toughness accordingly.) Also can “lift” Matter as Teleknesis, using AN as appropriate.
--Absorb Matter
----Use area on D&R chart to determine amount of matter absorbed. 2 stones of energy from organic or especially volatile matter (explosives, etc.), 1 stone from more stable and/or inorganic matter.
--Can substitute AN for Durability for purposes of Energy Regen
--Can substitute AN for Durability for purposes of Energy Pool

[MODIFIERS] [3w]
=========================
Reflexive Dodge 2

[CHALLENGES]
=========================
Being a mutant (+3)

Famous (+2)
-As Prying Relatives/Friends/Associates

Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+3)
-Being a female, and hot at that, she was always able to step in and diffuse situations. And because everyone has always been nice to her, she assumes they should be nice to everyone else to.

Extreme vanity (+1)
-She has been told that she was more or less perfect her whole life.

Guilty conscience (+1)
-Her power manifestation will have some downside

New Powers Sabotage Old Relationships 2
Cursed! 3
Driven Down a Dark Path 2 (the parallels between her and Jean Grey are not lost on anybody)


[MENTOR]
=========================
Proffessor X & Bobby Drake

Social Class
===========

Popular
+1 When dealing with school Social issues.
+1 LOE when story arc involves Social Issues.
+4r to SS when people hate you.

Famous
-As Athlete
+2 Sit Mod when dealing w/acting or modeling skills
+1 LOE when used where skill aids play
-1 cumulative when L.O.E. not used to improve skill



Relationships
===========

Parents:



Rachel's father is an incredibly successful stage producer and is credited with finding dozens of unknown productions and turning them into Mega Broadway hits. He has an eye for talent and has an uncanny intuition when it comes to knowing exactly what people will buy, and what they will pan over.

Rachel admires more than anything her fathers ability to keep life in perspective. He looks at the positive in any situation, and can find humor in the most somber situations. His influence has helped her to grow up with phenomenal self esteem and the knowledge that no matter what life throws at her, everything will be ok.

Her mother is a highly driven, once successful restaurateur. Three years ago, she went public with her chain of high end restaurants and has allowed them to use her image and name in exchange for royalties and quality control right.

She made the decision so that she could stand by her husband and more fully support his more than full time career. It was something that the family discussed at length, but decided easily enough. With Rachel's career starting to blossom, and her fathers demanding more time than ever, something had to give.



Agent



Emily Andrews is a high school friend of Rachel's parents, as well as Rachel's God Mother, and was the only real choice when it was time to find a talent agent. She has a good sense for the business and is an absolute shark when it comes to negotiating contracts and landing Rachel parts.

She is also highly protective of Rachel's image. While she does not shelter her the way a parent would, she lays out the consequences of every action in plain terms for Rachel and is not one to take misbehavior lightly.

She reviews every script and will not let anything past her desk that is not Oscar Material, and though she is willing to allow Rachel to work on Indy projects she will not consider weak films, guarding Rachel's career as much as she guards the girl.

She is more an aunt to Rachel than anything, and she trusts her completely


Friends
Rachel has many friends and is one of the most popular people in at LaGuardia. With her recent Oscar win, that has only intensified. She is constantly in rehearsal for school plays, rehearsing for a commercial or preparing for a photo shoot... when not engaged in homework that is. Maintaining a full schedule and a 4.0 GPA has left little time for going out and being a teenager, though she has not yet come to miss the childhood she otherwise could have had.

She has never had a steady boyfriend, though there have been a few crushes here and there. With her steady workload she just hasn't had the time to devote to a relationship and boys always seemed to get in the middle of everything when she has tried.

Her main friends are the other girls at her school... though most of them genuinely like her, they also realize that she is a stiff rival to their own placement in the school productions.


Pictures
======





Songs/Videos
======

[Rinjo]

Abilities (3w + 1w)
--------------
INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 3 (1r) *
AGILITY: 3 (1r) *
SPEED: 3 (1r) *
DURABILITY: 3 (1r) *
ENERGY POOL: 3 (1r) *
REGENERATION: 3(1r) *

Wealth - 3 (1w)

* - Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

Actions (33w)
--------------
Combat, Close 3 (1w)
- Strength Bonus/Weapon Modifier
- Sp: Kryptonian Martial Arts, Grappling, Improvised Weapons

Combat, Ranged 3 (1w)
-Weapon Modifier
-Sp: Thrown Objects, Improvised Weapons

Force Blast 5 (4w)
-Heat Vision/Cold Breath
-Additional Element (+1)
-2x Damage or Area Effect (+1) (+2 Free)
-Combines w/Close/Ranged Combat (+2)
-Bought with Mastery (-1)
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

General Knowledge 2 (1w)
-Intel Bonus
-Sp: Kryptonian History

Leadership 3 (2w)
-Efficient

Flight 8 (6w)
-Fits with main power (-1)
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

Tactile Kenesis 7 (15w)
-As Mastery of Kinetics
-Substitute AN for Strength (+1)
-Substitute AN for Durability (+1)
-Substitute AN for Energy (+1)
-Substitute AN for Regeneration (+1)
-Absorb elemental attacks to AN (+2)
-Extraordinary Power Level (+1)
-Requires Touch (-2)
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

Social Skills 5 (3w)
-Sp: Persuasion, Flair (i.e. Showing Off), Kryptonian L/C, Super Hero
Culture, Iconic


Modifiers (19w)
--------------
Kryptonian Stamina (2w)
- As Self Contained Life Form
-Must eventually Eat/Breath/Sleep (-1)

Kryptonian Flight 5 (4w)
-Flight Modifier
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

Kryptonian Strength 5 (4w)
-Strength Modifier
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

Super Senses 3 (4w)
-As Cybernetic Senses
-Add Super Hearing (+1)
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)
-Does not function through lead (-1)

Reflexive Dodge 2 (1w)
- Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)

Toughness 3 (4w)
-No 2x Damage (+1)
-No AP (+1)
-Reduced to 1 when exposed to Kryptonite (-2)


Challenges (10w)
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Calling (2w)
-Must live up to the impossible standard of the universes Boy Scout.

Prying Relatives, Friends/Associates (2w)
-Can you say Superman?

Secret Identity (1w)
-Conner Kent

Special Vulnerability (5w)
-Green Kryptonite, Red Kryptonite, Gold Kryptonite, Blue Kryptonite… you get the idea…

[Rinjo]

CHARACTER NAME: Chayton
SECRET IDENTITY: The Stranger
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Black
EYES: Black
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 260



[ABILITIES] [13w]
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INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 3 (1w)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 3 (1w)
DURABILITY: 5 (9w)

HEALTH: 5
ENERGY: 15
REGENERATION: 7

WEALTH: 3 (1w)
Equivelent to $250k/$10k



[ACTIONS] [26w]
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Gambling 3 (1w)
-Intel Bonus/Agility Bonus When Cheating

Leadership 3 (2w)
-Efficient

Apache Warrior 5 (15w)
-As Ninja
-Speed Bonus/2 Weapon Modifiers
-Sp. Pistols, Stealth, Hatchets, Investigation, Infiltration/Exfiltration

Social Skills 5 (3w)
-Sp. Charming, Intimidating, Native American L/C, Western Culture, Iconic

Shaman Training 2 (3w)
-As Mastery Of Magic
-(Mastery of Magic) Accumulate Energy

Apache Avatar 2 (2w)
-Natural magics of the three different sorcery branches


[MODIFIERS] [10w]
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Falcon Senses 3 (1w)
-Enhanced/Telescopic Vision, Hearing and Night Vision for Example

Reflexive Dodge 3 (3w)
-(Reflexive Dodge) Bought with Animal Senses

Targeting 3 (6w)



[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
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Compulsion to stick up for (+5)
-The consummate Hero, will stand up for the little guy, no matter the personal cost.

Haunted Past (+3)
- When sent to his coming of age hunt at 12 years old he returned home with his kill to find his entire tribe slaughtered. over ten years later he has found clues that his sister may have been carted off as a slave.

Wont/Can't go certain places (+2)
- Holds native sacred places in extremely high regard (thing Chavez in Young Guns). For example he will walk around Indian burial grounds even if it adds weeks to his trip. He would however chase someone in if they were desecrating the area.



[EQUIPMENT] [Paid gold per standard book prices]
=========================
-2x Custom Pistol (+3)
-Two identical custom .50 caliber 6 shooters. They have dark wooden handles carved with stylized diving falcons. The barrels are carved with stylized native tribal designs.



-2x Hatchets (+2)
Similar to the picture, replace the bear cutout with a falcon



-Custom Rifle (+4)
-.50 Caliber revolver Rifle. Well oiled wood with stylized diving falcons and meticulously polished sterling silver tribal Accents.

-Tough Leather Clothing (+1)

-Small Shaman Shaman Pouch (+1)
-As First Aid Kit (Restores 1r or Health)

[Rinjo]

Name: Eric James Caster
Alias: None at this time
Gender: Male
Species: Mutant
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Sandy Blonde

Abilities (15w) + (3w)
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INTELLIGENCE: 5 (3w)
STRENGTH: 3 (1w)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 3 (1w)
Health: 3 (1w)
Energy: 6 (4w)
Regen: 6 (4w)

Wealth - 5 (3w)
$10M/$100K


Actions (80w 2r)
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Business Skills 3 (1w)
-Intel Bonus
-Can Combine w/Telepathy (per Pg 83)

Close Combat 2 (2r)
- Speed Bonus/Weapon Modifier
- Sp, Boxing, Wrestling

Flight 7 (0)
-Free Per PF

Phoenix Force, Partial 7 (55w)
-2x AN Free Stones/Panel
-Become Enormous Phoenix
-Force Blast, 2x Dmg, AP
-Immune to Energy
-Manipulate Time, Matter, Energy
-Self Contained Life Form
-Limited Teleport, Time Travel at GM discretion
-If all free stones are used in one panel there is a small chance the Phoenix will control his next action. (-2)

Social Skills 5 (3w)
-Sp. Charming, Persuasion, Business Culture, Various Languages/Cultures, Global Philanthropist

Technology 2 (1w)
-Intel Bonus

Telepathy 4 (20w)
-Mutant Power
-PT/CO (+2)
-Intel Bonus (+2)
-Telepathic Communication (+1)
-Create Mental Links (+1)
-Mental Bolts (+1)


Modifiers (1w 1r)
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Mental Defense 3 (1w)

Precognitive Flashes (1r)
-Mutant Power


Challenges (20w)
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Being a Mutant (3w)

CTSUFTU (2w)
-Most heroes have this... some more than others.

Deadly Enemies (5w)
-Heavy is the head that taps into the energy of the Phoenix

Extreme Vanity (2w)
-If you thought he was bad when he was just a telepath...

Power Dangerous to Self (3w)
- A little confrontation with the source of his
power... (1 stone worth) is unavoidable.
-Any Panel in which he uses all of his available free stones there is
a chance that he will give control over to the source.
(He doesn't know this yet)

Prying Associates (2w)
-The PF brings with it cosmic entities from friends to enemies that
are interested in it.

Vulnerable loved ones (3w)
-Mother and Fiancé

[Rinjo]

CHARACTER NAME: Magik
SECRET IDENTITY: Illyana Rasputin
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 95lbs

[ABILITIES] [7w]
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INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w)
STRENGTH: 2/6 (2r)
AGILITY: 3 (1w)
SPEED: 2 (2r)
HEALTH: 2 (2r)
ENERGY: 4 (2w)
REGENERATION: 3 (1w)

H: 2/2
E: 12/12

WEALTH: 0 (0w)

[Bio]
=========================
(Not complete yet)

No one is given a choice of how they will enter this world. Few are given a choice on how they will leave it. But most people… most people decide who they will be in between. Most people decide how they will make their mark. How they will impact the world. Illyana Rasputin, like many mutants, was never given that opportunity.

Illyana was serene as she carefully tended the small garden that was exclusively her own. She moved from plant to plant in a near trance-like state pulling weeds here, pruning browning leaves there. Under her gentle touch the small patch of dirt had become overgrown with a bounty of herbs and vegetables. Plants as healthy and strong as any that had grown in her mother's kitchen garden in the old country.

The garden was the one place in this world that Magik felt at peace. It was the one place where the rest of the world seemed to melt away… where she could sit and remember her old life, her father, her mother. Her garden transported her back to a time when her life had been simple, before loss, before mutations, before all of the pain and suffering.

=====

Illyana had been the third child born to a tight knit farming family near Siberia. Though she had little memory of those first few years, her brother would always remember them as the good times. Though the land was harsh and at times inhospitable, with two strong boys their father had managed to produce a decent living. Which in Russia was no small feat. What's more, they lived far close to the edge of society and had little government intervention in their lives. With little government, there was little taxation and so they they were allowed to keep most of what they managed to draw from the land and therefore had much time to spend together. Time to read books, tell stories, learn skills and enjoy their time together.

When Illyana was only five years old there had been a small rebellion in the Eastern Block, and her father and oldest brother had been called back into military service. Though they had avoided any direct conflict, on their return the train had been bombed by terrorists and neither of them ever made it home.

From then on life had been harder. Pietro had taken over as the families Patriarch but the young boy was no substitute (Working out Details with Black Sam)


[ACTIONS] [22w]
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Acrobatics 2 (2r)
-Agility Bonus
-Classical Russian Gymnast

Combat - Close 2 (2r)
-Agility Bonus/Weapon Modifier
-Swordplay, Parrying

Mastery of Magic 6 (12w)
-No Panel of Prep Required
-Accumulate Energy (+1)
-Manipulation of Magic (create/manipulate + TK)
-Magical Barriers
-Magical Blast (As Force Blast)
-Magical Defense at AN
-Illusion/Prestidigation

Magic, Russian Folk 5 (4w)
-Panel of Prep Required
-Weaker From Source (1/2 AN when not wielding soul sword) (-1)
-Curse (As bad luck, can manifest as Disease/Pain/Injury etc)
-Bless (as good luck, can also counter/remove curses up to AN)
-Teleportation (No Panel of Prep/Must Travel Through Limbo)
-Love Charms (As Asgardian)
-Sleep (Stones Vs. Intel 5 min per stone of damage as sorcery)

Soul Blade 3 (2w)
-Primary Mutation
-As Psi-Weapon
-May only Stun Non-Magical Creatures (-1)
-May only be combined with Close Combat (-1)

Social Skills 4 (2w)
-Sp: Russian Lang/Cult, Scary, Sweet, Manipulation

Thieving 2 (2r)
-Agility Bonus
-Sp: Evasion, Hiding

[MODIFIERS] [4w]
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Toughness 2 (3w)
-Only with Soul Blade (-2)
-No 2x from Firearms/No AP (+2)

Enhanced Vision 3 (1w)
-Primary Mutation
-See Auraus/Read Emotions

[CHALLENGES] [+13w]
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Mutant (+3)

Blames Society (+1)
-Humanity deserves no sympathy, anything that befalls it was brought on itself.

Compulsion to Stick up for Mutants (+2)

Extreme Vanity (+1)
-Omega Level Mutant Potential

Haunted Past (+3)
-Imprisonment/Physical and Sexual Abuse
-Has nightmares almost every night. She finds herself being taunted and tortured by a Demon in another realm and assumes it is manifestations from her past. She does not realize that she is desired by the master of the realm called Limbo.

Prying Relatives (+1)
-Brother Pietro

Psychopathy (+2)
-Psychopathic personality when it comes to humanity
-Can extend to human sympathizers

[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
=========================
-Silver ring with a blood red ruby gemstone that belonged to her mother. It is carved with warding symbols from Russian folklore.

[Rinjo]

Background
=========================
Magni is the byproduct of a union between Thor and the Enchantress. Though no one really knows the details of the consummation, there is wide spread speculation that trickery was involved.

Magni grew up raised almost exclusively by his mother. Though Thor acknowledged his sons existence, and tolerated his presence during official ceremony, he was cold to the boy otherwise.

Rather than grow up bitter, Magni grew up idolizing his fathers stories. He wanted nothing more than to grow into his fathers good graces and take his rightful place in Odins court.

After slaying frost giants... battling sea monsters and even fighting his way through more than one level of the hells, he was no closer to that goal. With nothing left to do, and with more than a little pushing from his mother, Magni moved to Midgard. He took upon himself the mantle of Thor and set about doing everything he could to finally get his fathers attention.


CHARACTER NAME: Thor
SECRET IDENTITY: Magni (Bastard son of Thor and the Enchantress)
SPECIES: Mutant
GENDER: Male
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'6
WEIGHT: 300
Age: 16 (in appearance)


[ABILITIES] [7w]
=========================

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

HEALTH: 3/5
ENERGY: 9/15
REGENERATION: 3/5

WEALTH: 0 (0w)



[ACTIONS] [33w]
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Combat - Close 3 (1w)

Combat - Ranged 3 (1w)
-2x Damage or Area Effect

Flight 6 (4w)
-(Flight) Fits with main power
-Only through other Action/Modifier (Mjolnir)

Mastery of Element 5 (20w)
-(Mastery) Create/Manipulate Element
-(Mastery) Toughness at AN (as FF & AN
-(Mastery) Substitute Mastery for Strength
-(Mastery) Substitute AN for Durability
-Only through other Action/Modifier (Mjolnir)

Mjolnir 6 (6w)
-As Psi-Weapon
-Can't be improved by adding lines

Social Skills 3 (1w)
-Storytelling, Asgardian Good Looks, Mans Man



[MODIFIERS] [0w]
=========================



[CHALLENGES] [+10w]
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Compulsion to Stick up for the Underdog (+4)
-Will not suffer a bully.

Conflicting Interests (+1)
-Asgard will always be home

Extreme Vanity (+2)
-No Explanation Necessary

Prying Relatives (+2)
-Son of the Enchantress, Grandson of Odin

Something to Prove (+1)
-Obsessed with finally getting his fathers attention/respect


[EQUIPMENT] [0w]
=========================
Armor (+1)