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Post by Rinjo on Dec 28, 2011 4:23:40 GMT -5
  TOTAL COST: [40w] CHARACTER NAME: Spidey SECRET IDENTITY: Peter parker SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male HAIR: Brown EYES: Brown HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 140 [ABILITIES] [19w] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 5 (3w) STRENGTH: 5 (3w) AGILITY: 7 (6w) SPEED: 3 (1w) DURABILITY: 4 (6w) HEALTH: 4 ENERGY: 12 REGENERATION: 6 WEALTH: -1 (+2w) [ACTIONS] [13w 2r] ========================= Acrobatics 3 (1w) -Agility Bonus Photographer 2 (0w, 2r) -As Business Skills -Intel Bonus Combat - Close 3 (3w) -Super Efficient -Agility Bonus/Weapon Modifier -Sp: Arial Combat, Evasive, Improvised Weapons Combat - Ranged 1 (0w, 1r) -Weapon Modifier -Sp: Webbing Webs 4 (4w) -As Mastery of Element -(Mastery) Combine with Close/Ranged Combat -(Mastery) Create/Manipulate Element -(Mastery) Requires Web Shooters -Create/ Manipulate represents his ability to make simple objects (Ie. Nets and Parachutes) and barriers Social Skills 3 (1w) -Sp: Geek Culture, Smarty Pants, Taunting Science 2 (1w) -As Technology -Intel Bonus Wall Crawling 3 (1w) -Agility Bonus Web-Slinging 3 (2w) -Agility Bonus -Bought with Mastery -Super Efficient [MODIFIERS] [10w 1r] ========================= Animal Senses 1 -Spider Senses (Dark Vision, Enhanced Hearing) Rapid Recovery 4 (2w) -Regenerate 3r/2w per panel Prescience 0 (6w) Reflexive Dodge 2 (2w) -Bought with Spider Senses [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Deadly enemies (+2) -Seems to attract enemies that hold grudges Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+2) -From bullied to champion Haunted past (+2) -Uncle Ben and all that... Vulnerable loved-ones unaware of powers (+2) -Aunt May and maybe a little MJ? Guilty conscience (+2) -Uncle Ben's Killer... [EQUIPMENT] [0w] ========================= Spidey Suit (+1) Web Shooters (no bonus) Fancy Shmancy Camera w/Tri-Pod |
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Post by Rinjo on Jan 15, 2012 1:29:44 GMT -5
  [/quote] TOTAL COST: [30w] CHARACTER NAME: Alexander Hunter SECRET IDENTITY: n/a SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male HAIR: Brown EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5'9 WEIGHT: 158lbs [Background] ========================= Ethan Huntsman is a prodigy. A Nobel Prize winning scientist working for the Freedom Foundation his life is as exciting as it is exceptional. Graduating high school at the age of 15, he completed his dual masters (Mechanical Engineering and Biotechnology) by 19. If that wasn’t enough he went on to claim doctorates in the same by only 21! He had been courted by all of the world’s major Pharmaceutical Companies, NASA, NSA, CIA, he had even been offered positions with Goldman Sachs and of course the various military academies. He had shocked them all when he had left only weeks after graduation to serve with UNICEF. Though the pay was minimal, the accommodations unremarkable and the research facilities inadequate Ethan had a passion for helping people. He knew that a man only had a certain amount of time in his life to take risks and once that window was closed it was usually gone. So setting off with only a small duffel bag, he set out change the world… or at least a small part of it. Ethan was a shining star at UNICEF. He developed innovative irrigation systems, discovered indigenous mosquito repellants and helped streamline food and medical aid distribution systems. In a few short years he had made himself indispensible to the organization, but more than that he had endeared himself to the locals, especially the children. The only problem he had been unable to deal with was the constant civil wars and ethnic violence. UNICEF had a strict hands off policy when it came to local violence and prohibited its members from getting in the way of local warlords. They prevented the filming of violent acts, and any intervention of any kind. Reasoning that they could accomplish the most good if the local warlords didn’t stand in their way, and the only way to ensure that was to remain neutral. Ethan had been counseled several times for refusing to follow the policy. He had been in direct conflict, and even beaten violently by three armed guards for stopping a rape in progress. He never regretted stepping in, even when it caused him bodily harm, though it made his daily activities more difficult. As his boldness with local thugs increased, so did the reprisals. His food convoys began getting attacked more often, the windows of his building were continually smashed or broken… and eventually he began getting shot at and had only once narrowly avoided a grenade that would have taken his life. His boldness in standing up for the indigenous people earned him their love and respect. He was famous in the local communities and could remember the faces of those whose lives he had directly saved… and the women who’s dignity he had rescued. In his mind he couldn’t have accomplished anything greater than that… even if it cost him his life. But it was an aspect of his job that most of the developed world would never know, or likely care about. Instead it was for his groundbreaking water purification and reutilization system, the WPRS, that he won his Nobel prize. While the idea was innovative in its design, it was most remarkable for the simple and inexpensive production costs. For less than the cost of a rent payment, he was able to produce a water system that would last in excess of 25 years. Access to clean water was one of the world’s greatest needs, and he had worked diligently to fill it. While his accomplishment was noteworthy, what caught the eye of the Nobel committee was not the invention itself. While he had been offered millions of dollars for the patent, he had refused them. While he retained the original patent rights, he made them available for public use, meaning any aid organization, government or even private individual could build his design without paying any royalties. His charity and innovation resulted in being honored with a Nobel Prize. For several months he continued his work in Africa, using his new found wealth to expand his research into malaria prevention, and expand production of his filtration systems. But with his celebrity status (at least in the scientific community) he wouldn’t be able to hide out for long. He wasn’t surprised when he was approached by the Future Foundation. In fact, he had been expecting it. They had been long time funders of his research and had continually honored him with benefit dinners and fund raisers. They had shown that they believed in his ability and were willing to take risks, and put their considerable resources behind his vision. He respected the organization greatly and realized the potential the organization presented him. Though his heart was always with helping the masses, after a long talk with FF representatives he was convinced that he could accomplish that goal better elsewhere. The Freedom Foundation promised him access to the world’s best facilities, best funding and most diverse and capable minds. To sweeten the deal, they had promised a team that would be dedicated to continuing his work on the African continent. With so many perks, and no threat that his work would be lost, Ethanander signed on the dotted line and was on a plane within a month and a half. The Freedom Foundation was everything he had imagined it would be. He had toured the facilities before on multiple occasions, but always as a guest. Now that he was on the inside he had access to prototypes… research… notes… journals… more raw data than he would be able to process in three lifetimes was stored on only one of the buildings sixteen data clusters. To put it lightly, he was in heaven and it showed. He was happier than he had ever been in his life, he was accomplishing more than he had ever imagined possible. He was often the first one in to work, and the last one to leave… often overlapping shits with several security guards. He often forgot to eat, remembering only when his assistant brought in plates of his favorite foods which were the only things that could pull him away from his research. That and a certain someone (insert whatever romantic sub-plot we decide is going on) Though he embodied the ideals of a scientist, he didn't™t carry the social stigma associated with it. He was perfectly comfortable in social situations, he could tell jokes, remember punch lines and quote relevant pop culture references. (If only because he insisted on leaving several televisions on in the lab at all times. One with the news, one with sports center, and one with prime time TV). Life seems to have dealt him a perfect hand, and only fate knows what's in store for Ethan Huntsman. [ABILITIES] [12w] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 6 (8w) -Energy regenerates through Intelligence STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r) AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r) SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r) DURABILITY: 2 (2w) HEALTH: 2 ENERGY: 12 REGENERATION: 6 WEALTH: 1 (0w, 1r) [ACTIONS] [17w, 2r] ========================= Business Skills 2 (0w, 2r) -Intel Bonus Combat - Close 1 (0w, 1r) -Intel Bonus/Weapon Modifier General Knowledge 2 (1w) -Intel Bonus -Sp: Engineering, Physics Inventing 3 (12w) -Intel Bonus Leadership 2 (0w, 2r) Social Skills 3 (1w) -Sp: Steady, Magnetic Personality, Persuasion Technology 3 (2w) -Intel Bonus [MODIFIERS] [0w] ========================= [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+2) Conflicting interests (+2) -Doesn't always see the world the same as others Deadly enemies (+2) -Deposed warlords often send him death threats Psychological; per symptom (+2) -Idealist and visionary Haunted past (+1) -African experiences altered his view of the world forever Extreme vanity (+1) -Vision can sometimes cloud his judment and objectivity [EQUIPMENT] [0w] =========================  "Pip Boy" Picture a slimmer, modern and streamlined version of the "Pip Boy" worn on his wrist. The device is only slightly larger than your typical iphone. It is anti-static, and has the latest technology integrated so that he can perform computations and check e-mail on the fly while working in the lab. For now it is simply has the same specs as a powerfull laptop... but he will upgrade it in the future with inventing. Lab Coat (+1) - Due to the inherent danger of lab work, he wears a reinforced lab coat while working. -The coat is typically white, with the words 'Inventor' Embroidered on the back |
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Post by Rinjo on Feb 16, 2012 23:21:08 GMT -5
 * - Indicates AN of 1 when in direct sunlight [DESCRIPTION] ========================= TOTAL COST: [31w] CHARACTER NAME: Deacon Frost SECRET IDENTITY: N/A SPECIES: Human/UD GENDER: Male HAIR: Dark Blond EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5'11" WEIGHT: 185lbs [DESCRIPTION] ========================= (Quick and dirty, if the skeleton is acceptable I will elaborate.) Deacon frost was born in 1779, and from his earliest days it was obvious he was possessed of a keen mind, and limitless ambition. He grew up the son of a wealthy Nobel, and therefore attended the best schools of his day, and had access to the finest in medical and scientific facilities. As a young man Deacon was obsessed with two things, power and science. With his father very sick, and hovering between this world and the next, Deacon managed his fathers estate brutally. He ruthlessly expanded his families power and mercilessly crushed long time family rivals. With his father waning away Decon became very aware of his own mortality. At only 27 years old, when his father passed on, Deacon grew obsessed with curing the human condition. Finding the scientific, or even the mystical means to immortality. Eventually he found himself in a laboratory studying a fully function, and fully restrained Nosferatu. Though he managed to keep the creature under control for several months, eventually it would break free. There was a scuffle, but the creature had gone to long without feeding and in the end it had been vanquished. But not before it's blood had mixed with Deacons own. In an instant Deacon had gotten everything he had ever wanted... with the stiffest penalties any man could ever imagine. He had become a member of the walking dead... ======= Deacon found himself in a new society. A society where his nobility counted for little... his ambition seemed to be a detriment rather than an asset... and he was viewed as little more than a family-less untouchable in the Indian colonies. And while it would take him almost a hundred years, he would eventually grow to find respect amongst his new peers, if not acceptance. Even today Deacon finds himself on the outside of Vampire society. While his life is not directly threatened by other Nosferatu, neither is he embraced as kin. He is a bastard child, and nothing more. More than ever Deacons ambitions dominate his motives and actions, and for the last hundred and twenty years he has quietly positioned himself to move against those that shun him. He has amassed a considerable fortune, layed the groundwork for his own criminal empire to fund the upcoming war, and pushed his new body to the limits refining his skills and abilities. Deacon Frost however, is no fool. He realizes that power, by human standards, is akin to an army of ants int he Kindred world. He is far from a threat to the Elders, and without making major plays and taking significant risks, he will be forever relegated to a minor player in world affairs. Deacon has begun focusing his attention on new pieces for his army. Human pieces. Pieces with the power and ability to further his ambitions. One man he has been watching for almost a year now was a young college student named Victor von Doom. Deacon sensed some extreme latent power buried within the man. Something that Deacon felt would eventually make the world tremble. Something Deacon could kindle and fan, fostering a fire that would propel his own ship forward. More than that there were whisperings that the God of Mishcief himself, Loki was somewhere walking the earth. Deacon had spent months studying Loki since the rumors began circulating in the shadows. He felt strongly that not only would Loki make a powerful ally, but shaking up the existing power structure and creating a state of chaos... even if temporary, would be right up his alley. Deacon plans to approach Victor for the first time soon, begging the next phase of a plan that may take several human lifetimes to bear fruit. [ABILITIES] [8w] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 6 (4w) STRENGTH: 5 (0w, 2r) -* AGILITY: 5 (0w, 2r) -* SPEED: 5 (0w, 2r) -* DURABILITY: 5 (2w) -* HEALTH: 5 ENERGY: 15 REGENERATION: 7 WEALTH: 7 (4w) -Billionaire/$10M [ACTIONS] [29w] ========================= Combat - Close 4 (2w) -Speed Bonus/Weapon Mod -Sp: Kick-Boxing, Grappling, Judo, Sword Drain Energy 4 (2w) -(Drain Energy) Improved Drain -(Drain Energy) Death Factor - * (-3) General Knowledge 3 (2w) -Pathology, World History, World Mythology Metamorphosis 1 (9w) - Intel Bonus -Limited To: Vampire, Mist, Bat and Wolf -Changes take 1 panel/last 1hr - * No Morphs Possible in Direct Sunlight Statecraft 5 (6w) - Sp: Criminal Underworld, Intimidation, Persuasion, Virtually all Languages/Cultures, Political Protocol/Culture Scientist 2 (1w) -As Technology -Intel Bonus -Sp: Pathology, Chemistry Telepathy 5 (6w) -Intel Bonus -PT/CO -Psychometry -Telepathic Communication -Cannot Initiate During Combat -Requires Eye Contact to Initiate (Not Maintain) -* Thieving 3 (1w) -Agility Bonus -Sp: Move Silently, Shadowing, Evasion [MODIFIERS] [11w] ========================= Defense, Mental 5 (0w) -Per Telepathy -* Healing Factor, Accelerated (4w) -* Does not function in direct sunlight Immortality (1w) -* Countered by Direct Sunlight Self Contained Life Form (1w) -Breathing only Vision, Enhanced 5 (5w) -Darkness, Fog/Smoke, Life Energy [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Elemental sensitivity - extreme (+5) -Loses 1w/panel in direct sunlight -Attacks With Stakes gain "Disables if any damage occurs" Advantage Needs attachment to stay alive, use power (+1) -Must sleep with home soil or lose 2r regen/panel per day (cumulative) Special vulnerabilities (+2) -2x damage from fire Deadly enemies (+2) -Blade and other hunters |
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Post by Rinjo on Apr 19, 2012 22:39:57 GMT -5
  CHARACTER NAME: Stanton Kennedy SECRET IDENTITY: Cypher SPECIES: Mutant GENDER: Male HAIR: Brownish/Blonde EYES: Black HEIGHT: 5'10" WEIGHT: 175lbs [BIOGRAPHY] ========================= Stanton stared down at the still glowing eyes of the destroyed Sentinel Soldier. It was only a scout, one of the smaller, lighter models meant for discovering and flushing out mutants. His muscles ached, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept… let alone the last time he had eaten. Truthfully he didn’t care. He would press forward. He would continue fighting until his suit needed repairs. What were his base needs compared to the lives of the mutants he might save? An hour later, after he had taken the two mutants he had saved to a safe house, Stanton stood on the roof of a dilapidated warehouse overlooking what was once a bustling and prosperous city center. His red rimmed eyes stung, begging for sleep. How had it come to this? How had human beings allowed themselves to come to this place? A world where only a few had anything remotely worthy of being called hope? How had prejudice, hate and pride become mankind’s governing emotions? Stanton understood those answers better than most. It hadn’t always been this way… Stanton had once been a Kennedy. A member of a family that had long been involved in shaping, and developing the future of this once great nation. A nation that was known throughout the world for its freedom, and tolerance. He had been indoctrinated on his parent’s knees about the impact he would have on the world… about his responsibility to his country. About what it meant to be a good citizen. Stanton had gone to the best schools. He had been groomed for greatness. In graduate school he had studied engineering and robotics. Though he planned on pursuing a career in politics, his family had decided to place him in a large defense contracting firm for a few years first. A place where he would build political capital and collect points he would later be able to cash in for votes and favors… It was there that he began working on the Peacekeeper Mark I robots. At least that is what they were called in the early phases. The robots were designed to operate independently on the battlefield, with AI that could for the first time independently pick out friends and enemies on the battlefield without human guidance. The Peacekeepers were going to revolutionize warfare and usher in a new period of peace and prosperity for the world… It wasn’t until a year later when the first prototypes rolled off of the line that Stanton realized his grave mistakes. As his father, by now the president of the United States gave a speech, he revealed the robots to the world; and with them their true purpose. That had been several years ago. A lot had happened since then, and Stanton hasn’t come close to atoning for his sins… let alone those of his father. The world was in chaos and Stanton, now known as Cypher spent almost every waking hour fighting to turn back the clock and restore the world to what it had once been. He stops only to repair his tools, and eat and sleep when necessary. Though he is not a mutant, he has used his considerable skills to create a suit of armor for himself. Not only does it grant him protection, and the ability fly. But it allows him to hack in to, and in some cases even control the same Sentinel robots that have terrorized the world for so long now. His newest addition is an EMP style weapon that has proven capable of completely shutting a Sentinel down, even if it is only temporarily. For now the range is extremely limited but he has plans drawn up for improving on his design… in hopes that some day he may be able to find the Sentinel headquarters and end their reign of terror for good [ABILITIES] [11w, 1r] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 7 (6w) STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r) AGILITY: 3 (1w) SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r) DURABILITY: 3 (3w) HEALTH: 3 ENERGY: 9 REGENERATION: 3 WEALTH: 8 (6w) [ACTIONS] [13w] ========================= Combat - Close 1 (0w, 1r) -Intel Bonus/Weapon Modifier General Knowledge 1 (0w, 2r) -Intel Bonus Inventing 3 (6w) -Intel Bonus/Weapon Modifier -Bought with Powered Armor Statecraft 4 (4w) - Will Add Later Technology 3 (2w) -Intel Bonus [CHALLENGES] [+17w] ========================= Deadly enemies (+5) -Hunted as a mutant/Quickly Rising on the Sentinels Most Wanted List Prying relatives, friends, associates (+2) -Politically Active Family is Still Out There Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+5) -Selfless, Reckless, and Devoted to his Cause Blames "society" and others for situation (+1) -Others Mainly Being Family Guilty conscience (+1) -His Part in the creation of the Sentinels Haunted past (+3) -This is a Given Considering the Setting, but Indicated in his Backstory as well [EQUIPMENT] [0w] ========================= H.Q. (Small dilapidated warehouse with a few rooms, a security system and his lab) Armor A few other gadgets purchased from the core books that I will add when I have time in the A.M. ================================================== ***************** * POWERED ARMOR * ***************** [DESCRIPTION] ========================= TOTAL COST: [24w, 2r] CHARACTER NAME: Cypher SECRET IDENTITY: N/A SPECIES: PA GENDER: N/A HAIR: N/A EYES: N/A HEIGHT: 6' WEIGHT: 250lbs [ABILITIES] [12w] ========================= S.INTELLIGENCE: 8 (9w) -i STRENGTH: 3 (0w, 2r) AGILITY: 3 (0w, 2r) SPEED: 3 (0w, 2r) DURABILITY: 3 (1w, 2r) HEALTH: 3 ENERGY: 16 REGENERATION: 8 [ACTIONS] [14w] ========================= Blasting 6 (9w) PA - Combat, Close 4 (1w) -Str Bonus Computers 1 (4w) -S.Intel Bonus -Interface directly -Increased Range (+3) [MODIFIERS] [8w, 2r] ========================= PA - Electromagnetic Pulse (EMP) 1 (4w) -PA - (EMP) Total Shielding -One target only (Functions like a Ray and not an area attack) -Takes extra time to prepare (Must charge for one panel before use) PA - Electrification 1 (0w, 2r) PA - Stealth Technology 6 (4w) |
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Post by Rinjo on Dec 3, 2013 8:04:25 GMT -5
 ”Redemption is a myth man. You can never really find forgiveness. Not in in this cold world. F*ck what you heard in church, and F*ck what your teacher told you on the playground. You make one mistake, and you’re branded a criminal for life, or worse you end up dead. So believe me when I tell you. Just say no, and stay in school lil’ n*gga. It’s hard in the yard… and it’s even worse on the street. I’m tellin you, if you slip up. Even once… F*ck what you heard… because the Boogey Man ‘ll be comin’ for your @ss…”
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”======================== “What did I want to be when I grew up? Like when I was a kid? Sh!t… when I was little, I wanted to be a fireman… a doctor… a police man or some other weak sh!t. How funny is that?
My Nana used to tell me that I could be anything I wanted to be. That I could grow up and be the president of the United States someday. I think she really believed that sh!t. The way she talked, she even had me believing it… for a while. The same way little kids believe in Santa… or the Tooth Fairy I guess.
She used to tell me these stories at night. When guns started popping off, or gangsters started beating crackheads to death outside our windows. She was always trying to distract me. She would tell me these stories about my future. About how I was gon’ change the world. ”
“You know… When I was in juvie the first time… after I got shot… that’s when those cowards came for her. They raped my Nana right in her own bed… they raped her. They stabbed her. Then they shot her 9 times. Exactly the same way they shot me. My Nana bled out, right there on her bedroom floor. Alone. She never hurt nobody in her entire life… and they just f*cked her up, and left her to die. Tell me where’s the justice in that? You know those cowards are still out there, walking the streets right now right? What are you gon’ do about that? Nothin. Just like I thought.”
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“You mother*ckers have the nerve to ask me what I have against the world? I want you to tell me what this this worlds got against me? What did this world have against my Nana? You know what? F*ck this world. F*ck this world, and motherf*cker, F*ck you.”
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Curtis Warren should be a statistic. He was born under a bad sign, to a crack head mother, and any number of crack dealers, pimps and hustlers that could have been his father. If that didn’t blow his chances in life, his mother bled out, and died on the table within minutes of his birth. Curtis never should have made it past 15 years old. He never would have if it hadn’t been for his Nana Lucille.
Lucille had worked hard to give Curtis a moral compass and a strong work ethic. But she struggled with age, and worked three jobs just to keep the water running, if not the lights on.
Curtis grew up loving his Nana. She doted over him, and did everything she could to take care of him. She pushed him to do his schoolwork, and work hard… but the older he got the older she got. The long hours took their toll on her body, and her health deteriorated year after year. By the time he was 11 he rarely ever saw her. When she wasn’t at work, she was in bed resting.
On his 12th birthday, as he blew the candle out on his small cupcake, his Nana had her first heart attack. Within days of her being sent home, the hospital bills began pouring in. As Lucile lay in her bed, day after day, debt began piling up. Eventually the lights turned off… and the water stopped flowing.
At 12 years old, Curtis was faced with the choice. Let his grandmother starve to death in her bed, or get out on the street and hustle.
The next three years were almost a blur. The street life came natural to Curtis. After robbing $20, he bought his first rocks and within two weeks had flipped them over and over until he had a stack of hundreds under his mattress. Within a month he was making more money than his Nana made in six. The old woman, completely bedridden, couldn’t of stopped him even if she wanted to. The fact was that she needed him now, as much as he had needed her 12 years prior.
With success came respect on the street, and with respect came both followers, and rivals. Curtis was living large and was driving the streets in fast cars, with beautiful girls before he ever turned 14. By 16 he had a stable of grown men doing his dirty work for him. He had a reputation for cunning, resourcefulness, and strong, fair leadership. At this pace, he was set to run the city before he ever turned 25. Old men sitting on street corners, and young girls started calling him ‘The One’.
All of his power, centered on two things: his natural leadership ability, and his obsession with tinkering his products and weapons. Curtis was fascinated, and constantly playing around with both the chemicals in his drugs, and the technology his foot soldiers used to defend them. It was more than just a hobby. His enhanced tech, and products were always just a little better than his rivals, so when he couldn’t beat them with force, he beat them in service.
Eventually though, all good things must come to an end. And one night, everything came crashing down for Curtis. He was coming home late from a pickup. A pickup he never should have made himself. One of his lieutenants had gotten sick at the last minute and someone had to make the run for him. Not trusting anyone that was available, Curtis picked up the job himself. It turned out to be an almost fatal mistake.
Stopping at a red light in a deserted part of the old industrial district, Curtis lurched forward as his car was rear-ended at a red light. He hadn’t even seen any headlights. It was a setup. Pissed and overconfident he stormed out of his car, never recognizing the setup for what it was. Curtis had never even grabbed his piece from the glove box.
Before he even realized what was happening four men exited the vehicle that had hit him and opened fire. He tried to turn and run, but there was no escape. The sound of 9 mm bullets and shotgun shells popping off filled the street. When it was all over Curtis had been shot 9 times. Once in each leg, four times in the chest, once in the jaw and twice in his right shoulder. The shot to the jaw had been a point blank, coup de gras that was inches from ending his life once and for all.
Curtis lay in his own blood, silently bleeding out and gasping for air for ten minutes before finally passing out. When he came to, he was in a hospital somewhere, surrounded by armed police officers. When the sedation wore off, he was read his rights and placed under arrest. His trunk had been full of kilos of cocaine, and more than half a dozen hot weapons were hidden in various compartments. He was F*cked.
Curtis went through a few months of rehab, under armed guard, where he learned to walk, talk and use his right arm again. The rehab was far too short for his injury level… but as soon as he was fit for trial he was sentenced to 3 years in a high security juvenile detention facility.
With Curtis off the street his kingdom quickly crumbled. His rivals took the chance to parcel out his territory. They murdered his Lieutenants… stole his customers, and eventually targeted the only thing he had left… his Nana.
One night, just after she had gone to bed, almost a dozen men broke into her home. They beat her senseless, they gang raped her for hours, they stabbed her multiple times, and eventually they shot her 9 times. The same way they had shot Curtis. She bled out on her bedroom floor.
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The story will continue in Journal entries, but goes like this:
- Curtis gets out of Juvenile Hall
- He goes on revenge spree, killing 8 men in mysterious ways (Earning him the nickname ‘The Boogey Man’)
- By the time he turns 22 he beats three separate murder trials where he is facing 15 to life (earning him the nickname 15)
- He eventually gets popped again for grand theft Auto at 25
- He serves a few years and gets out at 27 on Good Behavior
- He spends a year trying to go straight but ends up poor and penniless
- Eventually Curtis decides to stop fighting his nature. 4 of the men who killed his Nana are still alive and several are rumored to be living in *****. He decides to finish what he started all those years ago.
- Curtis is going to move, rebuild his powerbase and make the world pay for what it’s taken from him, his Nana, and everyone else like them.
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TOTAL COST: [30w]
CHARACTER NAME: Curtis Warren
SECRET IDENTITY: Fifteen AKA The One AKA The Boogey man
GENDER: Male
AGE: 28
HAIR: Bald
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 190
[ABILITIES] [10w]
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INTELLIGENCE: 6 (8w) -i
STRENGTH: 2 (2r)
AGILITY: 2 (2r)
SPEED: 2 (2r)
DURABILITY: 2 (2w)
HEALTH: 2
ENERGY: 12
REGENERATION: 9
WEALTH: 0 (+2w)
-Bonus through statecraft
[ACTIONS] [16w 2r]
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Combat - Close 2 (2r)
-Intel Bonus/Weapon Modifier
-Efficient
-Sp: Prison Rules, Krav Maga
Combat - Ranged 3 (0w, 2r)
-Sp: Pistols, Shotguns, Explosives
Kingpin 4 (4w)
-As Statecraft (Combines Business Skills, Leadership, and Social Skills)
-Combines with Close/Ranged Combat*
-Sp: Charm, Intimidation, Persuasion, Seduction,
Technology/Inventing 2* (6w, 2r)
-Intel Bonus
-Combined Actions
Thieving 5 (3w)
-Agility Bonus
-Sp: Criminal Mastermind, Grand Theft Auto, Breaking and Entering, Evasion, Stealth
Vehicle Operation 3 (1w)
-Sp: Automobiles, Motorcycles, Light/Personal Aircraft
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Heart of a Lion 4 (2w)
-Modifier to Kingpin Action
Perceptive 2 (2r)
-As Animal Senses
Rapid Recovery (2r)
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Haunted past (+3).
-Shot 9 Times, Prison, Failed attempt at going straight
Extreme vanity (+2)
-After surviving gunshots, and prison, feels virtually un-killable.
-‘Leader of Men’ (Target for the Ambitious)
Psychological; per symptom (+2)
-Motivated by Revenge
-Addicted to Tinkering
Blames "society" and others for situation (+1)
-Believes that he, and others like him are a product of their environment and circumstances, nothing more.
Guilty Conscience (+2)
-Blames himself for his Nana's death. If he had not been in juvie, she would still be alive.
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Twin, Custom Pistols (+2)
-Platinum Plated/Heavily Engraved
Kevlar Vest (+1)
Old, invincible Nokia Phone.
- Thrown Weapon (+1)
Old, Busted Ducati
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H 2/2
E 12/12
A1:
A2:
H 2/2
E 12/12
Defense:
1 Physical (1 Kevlar)
6 Mental (In 6) | Useful Mods:
Rapid Recovery
Perceptive 2 (As Animal Senses)
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Post by Rinjo on Dec 31, 2013 2:29:41 GMT -5
 CHARACTER NAME: Matsumoto Fujikawa SECRET IDENTITY: SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male HAIR: Black EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 135 [BIOGRAPHY] ========================= ”This has to end little brother.” Matsumoto Fujikawa leaned his elbows against the railing on the balcony of his hotel room at Tokyo’s Hotel Seiyo Ginza. He stared silently at the thousands upon thousands of young Japanese teens, mostly girls, crowding the streets outside of the hotels entrance below them. The crowd had arrived en masse almost 30 minutes ago after someone had hash tagged him on twitter announcing his location to the world. Many of them held signs proclaiming love for him, and many offering marriage proposals. ”Father is growing tired of these antics Matsu. Of this negative attention you bring to the family. He is considering sending you away.” Matsu continues staring at the crowd, a slight smile playing on the edges of his mouth. Without saying a word he climbs onto the railing and raises a peace sign with his right hand to the crowd. The cheers can be heard for blocks as young girls swoon below. In the distance the sound of police sirens echo through the streets as the authorities scramble to reestablish order and relive the frightened and overmatched doormen and hotel security. Had this been a mob in any other nation, the hotel would have likely been overrun by now. Matsu finally breaks the silence, hopping down from the railing. His voice is perpetually soft and calm, measured and respectful. One of the many features that endured him in the hearts to the Japanese people. ”Do you remember when we were children Endo? When we would play in the garden? I remember when you and Tanaka would send me out to hide. Do you remember”He pauses, a silence seconds too long. ”You would pretend to come and find me at first. Calling my name loudly. I would hide for minutes, giggling. Waiting for my brothers to come and find me. So we could begin the game again.”Another measured pause. ”But my brothers never came. Seconds would turn to minutes Endo. Minutes would turn to hours. But my brothers never came. They had forgotten me.”He walks back into the hotel room, sitting down at the formal tea service that had been laid out for them only seconds before. ”You are the most honored brother Endo. You cannot know what it is to be me. To be 7th in a line to nowhere. To be the one abandoned in the garden. To be left alone out in the cold, forgotten. ”He sips the steaming tea. ”I must make my own way Endo. I have made my own way.”Endo sits at the table opposite his youngest brother. Obviously annoyed, yet calm. ”Matsu, you have chosen a dishonorable way. You are a puppet, dancing for the people. You jeopardize the Fujikawa name, father’s legacy, and for what? Money? Fame? What is it that you want Matsu?”Matsu brought his tea to his lips, staring long into the brown drink. What did he want? How did a 16 year old boy with the world at his fingertips answer that question? Matsu had money… he had fame, fortune, and prestige. What did want? The question was almost laughable. Yet it struck him deep in his core. What did Matsu want? He wanted what he had always wanted. He wanted the same things he had wanted when he was still hiding in the garden long after the sun had set and the cold had moved in. The same thing he wanted when he was trembling in the gardeners’ arms as he carried him back to the house. Several minutes passed, neither Matsu, nor Endo breaking the silence. Neither uncomfortable or self conscious, nor fearing a quiet moment between them. Finally Matsu, still staring into his tea speaks. ”I want what I have always wanted Endo. I want my brothers to be proud. I want father to see me for who I am, and to be proud of his youngest son. Is that so much to ask?”Endo smiles, almost sadly, down at his little brother. ”Oh Matsu.”It was as close to a warm hug as he was going to get. When Endo speaks again his voice is as close to excited as Matsu has ever heard it. ”I have been working on a project for father Matsu. Something big…”================================================================= Matsumoto Fujikawa (Matsu) is one of the most famous names in all of Japan. It is nearly impossible to ride a subway train, walk the streets of Tokyo or flip a television channel without seeing his face. His image plasters t-shirts, lunchboxes, backpacks and billboards. He is mobbed by adoring fans at every turn, and flooded with constant invitations and requests. Matsu is a carefull blend of traditional Japanese respect and humility, and superhuman confidence and charm. At times he is both Three years ago Matsu was virtually unknown. 7th in line in the Fujikawa Dynasty, he had no prestigious position waiting for him in the family business and was not expected to amount to much. Even so, from an early age Matsu showed promise. He possessed a keen intellect, a strong loyalty to his family, and above all he possessed near perfect Japanese genes. From the time he was born, he caused people to stop in their tracks wherever he went, to the great pride of his mother and the hidden embarrassment of his father. The doting from afar quickly turned in to request for pictures, publicity and eventually mobs of adhoring fans. (Not Finished) [ABILITIES] [12w] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 6 (8w) -I STRENGTH: 2 (0w, 2r) AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r) SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r) DURABILITY: 2 (2w) HEALTH: 2 ENERGY: 12 REGENERATION: 6 WEALTH: 7 (6w) $10M/Billionaire [ACTIONS] [24w] ========================= Combat - Close 3 (1w) -Intel Bonus/Weapon Mod SPECIALTIES: Mech Combat, Aikido, Showboating Force Field 2 (2w) -Bought with Telekinesis General Knowledge 2 (1w) -Intel Bonus -Sp: Japanese History Psi-Weapon 1 (6w) -Intel Bonus -Can't be improved by adding lines Social Skills 7 (6w) -Sp: Japanese Superstar, Charming, Sleight of Hand/Illusions, Persuasion, Etiquette, English Language/Culture, Fujikawa Culture Technology 2 (1w) -Intel Bonus -Sp: Video Games, Computers Telekinesis 1 (3w) -Intel Bonus -Weapon Mod -Bought with Telepathy Telepathy 1 (4w) -Create links with others -Intelligence Bonus -Project throughts/control others [MODIFIERS] [9w] ========================= Psycho-Centric Power Template 5 (9w) -No direct interface with PC's [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Mutant (+3) Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+1) -Youngest of 7 brothers, sympathizes with the underdogs. Extreme vanity (+1) -Perpetual center of attention Conflicting interests (+2) -Family Honor, Big 6, Personal Ambition Prying relatives, friends, associates (+3) -Entire Fujikawa Dynasty -Extreme fame brings fans, paparazzi and stalkers [EQUIPMENT] [0w] ========================= Big Six Uniform (+1) - As Kevlar ================== H 2/2 E 12/12 A1: A2: H 2/2 E 12/12 Defense:
1 Physical (1 Uniform)
6 Mental (In 6) | Useful Mods:
PCPT 5
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Mech  [DESCRIPTION] ========================= GIANT HUMANOID MECH, NEARLY PERFECT SCALE. (Will fill in ASAP) [ABILITIES] [29w, 2r] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 10 (15w) -I STRENGTH: 6 (2w) AGILITY: 6 (2w) SPEED: 10 (7w, 2r) -S DURABILITY: 4 (3w) HEALTH: 4 ENERGY: 20 REGENERATION: 10 WEALTH: 7 (+7) [ACTIONS] [22w] ========================= PA - Combat, Close 3 (1w) -Speed Bonus -Efficient -Sp: Sneak Attacks, Grappling, Dual Katanas PA - Flight 8 (6w) PA - Invisibility 9 (12w) PA - Phase Shift 2 (2w) -Phase attack PA - Surface Adhesion 1 (0w, 1r) -Agility Bonus Acrobatics 1 (0w, 2r) -Agility Bonus -Efficient [MODIFIERS] [34w, 1r] ========================= PA - Stealth Technology 9 (12w) PA - Close Combat Mega-Weapon 6 (4w) - Blue/Glowing Katana 1 PA - Close Combat Mega-Weapon 6 (4w) - Blue/Glowing Katana 2 PA - Collapsable/Portable (1w) PA - Life Support, Permanent 0 (2w) PA - Exclusivity 0 (1w) PA - Electrification 2 (1w) PA - Self Repair, Enhanced 4 (4w) -Red stones healed are taken from suits energy reserve -Healing can only occur after one panel has passed PA - Translator (1w) PA - Artificial Emotion 1 (0w, 1r) - A.I. with a voice speaking English with a noticeable/formal Japanese accent. Limited Prescience (4w) -Phase Shift ================== H 2/2 E 12/12 PA-H 4/4 PAE-E 20/20 HA1: PA1: PA2: PA3: PA4: PA5: PA6: PA7: PA8: PA9: PA10: H 2/2 E 12/12 PA-H 4/4 PAE-E 20/20 Defense:
0 Physical ()
7 Mental (In 6, Tel 1)
11 PA Mental (SI 10, AI 1) | Useful Mods:
PCPT 5
Prescience, Limited (Phase)
Stealth Tech (9)
2x Mega Weapons (6x2)
Electrification (2)
Self Repair, Enhanced
Life Support, Permanent
Artificial Emotion (1)
Translator
Exclusivity
Collapsible
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Post by Rinjo on Sept 25, 2014 23:31:26 GMT -5
   [DESCRIPTION] ========================= TOTAL COST: [40w] CHARACTER NAME: Megan LeBeau SECRET IDENTITY: Vix SPECIES: Mutant GENDER: Female HAIR: Black EYES: Green HEIGHT: 5'3 WEIGHT: 105 [BIOGRAPHY] ========================= Coming Soon (Long lost sister of Chance. Big brother recently brought into the academy quite literally dragged by the ear.) [ABILITIES] [4w, 1r] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 2 (0w, 2r) STRENGTH: 1 (0w, 1r) AGILITY: 2 (0w, 2r) SPEED: 2 (0w, 2r) DURABILITY: 2 (2w) HEALTH: 2 ENERGY: 6 REGENERATION: 2 WEALTH: -1 (+2w) [ACTIONS] [2w, 2r] ========================= Combat - Close 2 (0w, 2r) -Adaptation (New Skills/Abilities), Dirty Tricks Social Skills 2 (0w, 2r) -Manipulation, Smokin Hot Thieving 2 (0w, 2r) -Agility Bonus -Petty Crime, Evasion Vehicle Operation 2 (0w, 2r) -Cars, Motorcycles [MODIFIERS] [45w] ========================= Copy Ability/Action/Modifier (45w) -May retain any and all abilities, actions, or modifiers at full Ability Number, Action Number, or Modifier Number of up to 5 characters. If she selects to permanently copy a sixth target, she must forgo copying one of her other targets. She may not improve permanent actions copied with Lines of Experience. [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Being a mutant (+3) Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (+2) Extremely Self-Conscious (+2) -Manifests as Extreme Vanity Psychological; per symptom (+3) -Identity Crisis (Loses gaps of time, wakes up in other peoples homes, uses other peoples voices/memories/mannerisms/etc.), gambling problem, smoker, drinker, etc. |
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Post by Rinjo on Mar 1, 2018 3:18:46 GMT -5
 [DESCRIPTION] ========================= TOTAL COST: CHARACTER NAME: Peter Brian Summers SECRET IDENTITY: Damien GENDER: Male AGE: 16 HAIR: Red EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 155 lbs [ABILITIES] ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 4 STRENGTH: 2 AGILITY: 3 SPEED: 2 Health: 3 Energy: 4 Regeneration: 3 WEALTH: 0 [ACTIONS] ========================= Combat - Close 2 - Intel Bonus Social Skills 3 - Streetwise, Intimidation, Blending In Thieving 1 - Intel Bonus (+5) - Agility Bonus - Blending In [MODIFIERS] ========================= Mental Defense 3 Flow-State 4 - Peter taps in to some external force which guides his actions - Can be described as a feeling of destiny or a Guardian Angel - Mechanically identical to Psycho-Centric Power Template - Can’t Interface Directly with machines [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Mutant (3w) Conflicting Interests (2w) - Wants to fade into a solitary/peaceful life - Wants to avenge his sister/mother/mutants Dark path of GM’s Choosing (2w) Haunted Past/Sociological (3w) - Torn from twin sister, haunted by her visual manifestation [EQUIPMENT] [0w] ========================= [ACTION TEMPLATE] ================== H 3/3 E 12/12 A1: A2: H 3/3 E 12/12 Defense:
5 Mental (In 4, Tel 1) | Useful Mods:
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Post by Rinjo on Dec 7, 2020 7:39:39 GMT -5
 [DESCRIPTION] ========================= TOTAL COST: CHARACTER NAME: SECRET IDENTITY: Anna GENDER: Female AGE: 15 HAIR: Red EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5' WEIGHT: 100 lbs [ABILITIES] (6w, 2r) ========================= INTELLIGENCE: 3 (1w) STRENGTH: 2 (2r) AGILITY: 3 (1w) SPEED: 3 (1w) Health: 3 (3w) Energy: 9 Regeneration: 3 WEALTH: 0 [ACTIONS] (42w 2r) ========================= Combat, Close - 2 (2r) - Intel Bonus - Sp: Improvised Weapons, Fighting Dirty Gambling 1 (1r) - Intel Bonus General Knowledge 5 (3w) - Intel Bonus - Sp: The Old World, Fiction, Historical Figures Phoenix Force, Limited 3 (35w)
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- Flight at AN
- 2x AND Free Stones
- Force Blast, 2x Dmg, AP
- Immune to Energy
- Manipulate Time, Matter, Energy
- Self-Contained Life Form
- Limited Teleport/Time Travel at Gm Discretion
- Mental Threshold (-2)
- Extreme Mental/Physical Anguish/Despair Triggers "Power Out of Control" & "Causes Collateral Damage"Telepathy 1 (3w) - Intel Bonus (+2) - Can’t Read Minds (-1) - Psycometry (+2) - Can Read Thoughts of People Before They Handled the Object (+1) Thieving 3 (1w) - Intel Bonus - Sp: Blending In, Evasion, Stashing Objects [MODIFIERS] (1r) ========================= Precognitive Flashes (1r) - World Changing Events/“Great Disturbances in the Force” [CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Code of the Innocent (2w) - Cannot stand for injustice. Compelled to do the "right thing". Dark path of GM’s Choosing (2w) Deadly Enemies. (3w) - Church of the Phoenix Mysterious past (1w) - Abandoned as an infant. She could be ANYONE. Prized Possessions (2w) - Carries a backpack with several priceless books, such as Jean Grey's journal, Professor X's Journal, etc. They are not only priceless to her but coveted by many would-be owners. [EQUIPMENT] [0w] ========================= Backpack - Packed With Several Priceless Books, to Include Journals of both Jean Grey and Professor X. |
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Post by Rinjo on Dec 7, 2020 15:24:41 GMT -5
 [DESCRIPTION] ========================= I will fill this in... bottom line: Xander was trained to serve the great houses since birth when he was identified as coming from the lineage of Mimic. The death in his wake is immeasurable and ultimately led to him questioning both his purpose and his methods. After trying, ineptly to play the houses against one another he was imprisoned indefinitely, too valuable to kill, too dangerous to live. With years to reflect on his mistakes, Xander now knows that playing the houses wasn't the way, replacing them was the real endgame. TOTAL COST: 40+10 CHARACTER NAME: X SECRET IDENTITY: Xander GENDER: Male AGE: 25 HAIR: Brown EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5'8" WEIGHT: 145 lbs [ABILITIES] (3w 2r) ========================= INTEL: 2 (2r) STRENGTH: 2 (2r) AGILITY: 2 (2r) SPEED: 2 (2r) Health: 1 (1w) Energy: 3 Regeneration: 1 WEALTH: -1 (+2w) [ACTIONS] (8w) ========================= Black Ops 6 (6w) - Specialties: Assassination, Covert Ops, Disguise, Infiltration, Insurrection, Survival Behind Enemy Lines
Social Skills 4 (2w) - Specialties: Charming, Socialite, Streetwise, Boyish
[MODIFIERS] (40w) ========================= Copy A/A/M (40w) - In Addition to the 1 Mile rule, he may retain up to 5 members abilities long term, but must drop one to acquire another (similar to a save slot) (10w)
Precognitive Flashes (1r)
- Omega-Level Mutant "Spidey Sense"
[CHALLENGES] [+10w] ========================= Blames "Society" for His Situation (1w) - The entire system, the great houses, the hierarchy, it is responsible for all that he is, and all that has happened to him.
Caged Bird (as Psychological) (2w) - After spending so much time in captivity, he has prisoners PTSD.
Deadly Enemies (2w) - Imprisoned by the great houses, he has become too dangerous to live, too valuable to kill.
Extreme Vanity (2w)
- There is no one on earth his equal, and while this is below the surface, it is always there.
Thrill of The Hunt (as Psychological) (2w)
- Compulsion to hunt, stalk, kill
Vulnerable Loved Ones (1w) [EQUIPMENT] [0w] ========================= Clothes on his back. |
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