My name is Barret Otis Barker but all my friends call me Bobby. Or Bob. Most people think it’s just a run on the last name, like I’m the old host of the Price is Right, but a few people catch on to why people really call me that.
What can I say about me?
I don’t know, I’m not all that interesting. My mom and dad are still married, and relatively normal in a way that means I’ll never be able to introduce them to a girlfriend until after she’s too invested to dump my ass because they’re weird.
If you ever had parents you know what I’m talking about.
My Mom’s a secretary for lawyers office and my Dad runs an outdoor sporting equipment store.
I also got an older brother but he left the scene awhile ago. Had a bit of a falling out with my Dad over how his life was going to be run. Left at the age of sixteen to do… well, I don’t know, honestly, he hasn’t really called back to let us know what he’s up to now.
We get a Christmas card every once in awhile.
And me? Well, if it wasn’t for my brother I’d be the big disappointment. Thanks bro!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good student, or at least I was. Or, well, at least I wasn’t a terrible student. I tried to do my homework.
It just never really seemed to matter. I got decent marks, but when in the hell is knowing who created paved roads, or who created the cotton gin (which isn’t even alcohol!) going to be important? Why in the hell am I learning all this different math when I might never use any of it? Why do I care about photosynthesis?
Why am I spending what people call the best years of my life locked away in a dark dank school instead of… having fun?
But I’m the good son, so I tried anyways. I tried to get the good marks, I tried to get involved in the school like my parents wanted, I tried and you know what? It really didn’t make me any friends.
Only thing I’ve ever been good at is acting. Problem is I’m not great, I mean, I’m better than anybody in school but I’m not Oscar material. And I’m not pretty either, but I’m not ugly or unique ether.
No way I’m going to make it as an actor if I’m not great, or drop dead sexy, or different enough to stand out. Hell, Steve Buscemi can make it big because he’s unique, even if he is kind of scary. Me? I’m average.
I can’t even figure out what I’m going to do for the future. My parents have always been pushing me towards being a dentist but I don’t have the marks and I don’t even want to be one.
But I tried.
And school? Well, I’ve got friends. A few of them. But I might as well be a loner. I don’t do sports, I’m not handsome enough to be popular with the girls, I’m not in one of the cliques, and I do well enough in classes to annoy the people who aren’t. Oh, and I’m a ‘drama geek’.
Might as well past a big sign on my ass saying “kick me and don’t date me!”
Who wants to date the loner? I don’t know. Law of averages says somebody out there thinks I’m hot but who? And irony, I’m too terrified of being rejected to really try. Yeah, figure that out, giant crowds of people I have no problems with, but one girl and I get stage fright.
But the thing is I’ve been trying, and trying, and trying and then… then the world’s going to end.
And I’m like “Is this really how my life is going to end?”
I’m a nobody, a nothing, and I’ve done nothing with my life but go to school!
I was mad, I was scared, and I sure as heck wasn’t going to bunker down with the people who pushed me into this… so I was out there when it happened.
Doing what? Trying to make something of myself before my life ended.
Didn’t work out the way I’d hoped.
I mean, yay, I’m not dead but… I kind of thought something would change. Maybe things would be different now but here I am. My life is still the same, I’m still the loner, and none of the girls will even look at me.
But I’m different.
Something’s… wrong with me. Except it isn’t wrong. I mean, it’s wrong, stuff goes through me, but… it’s kind of cool in a “when I can stop hyperventilating” way. Think of what I could do with that.
A part of me wants to go pick a fight with the captain of the football team, humiliate him in front of his cheerleader girlfriend.
Part of me wants to try robbing a bank, why in the world should I be working when I can do this?
Another part of me? It’s terrified that the government will try to lock me up, kill me or worse if they find out.
What am I going to do?
I don’t know.
I need time to try to figure this out, I need time to think. So I’ll go to the one place that gives me hours of time to think to myself. I’ll go to school and maybe inspiration will strike.Dust
- PL 8
Strength 0, Stamina 0, Agility 0, Dexterity 0, Fighting 1, Intellect 2, Awareness 2, Presence 2Advantages
Accurate Attack, Equipment 1, Power Attack, Ranged Attack 8Skills
Deception 8 (+10), Expertise: Current Events 1 (+3), Expertise: Pop Culture 2 (+4), Expertise: Theatre 2 (+4), Insight 6 (+8), Perception 6 (+8), Persuasion 4 (+6), Technology 2 (+4), Treatment 1 (+3), Vehicles 2 (+2)PowersMade of Sand
. . Hard to Hit: Enhanced Trait 8
(Traits: Dodge +4 (+6), Parry +4 (+6))
. . Harder to Hurt: Protection 10
. . Movement: Movement 1
. . You Can't Hurt Sand: Impervious Toughness 10Sand in the Wind: Teleport 10
(4 miles in a move action, carrying 50 lbs.; Accurate, Change Direction, Change Velocity)
. . Dust Devil (Kick Sand in their Eyes): Cloud Area Dazzle 8
(Alternate; Affects Sense: Vision, Resisted by: Fortitude, DC 18; Cloud Area 2: 30 feet radius sphere)
. . Sand Blast: Blast 8
(Alternate; DC 23, Advantages: Accurate Attack, Power Attack)Senses: Senses 1
Cell Phone (Smartphone)Offense
Dust Devil (Kick Sand in their Eyes): Cloud Area Dazzle 8 (DC Fort 18)
Grab, +1 (DC Spec 10)
Sand Blast: Blast 8, +8 (DC 23)
Throw, +8 (DC 15)
Unarmed, +1 (DC 15)Languages
Dodge 6/2, Parry 6/2, Fortitude 6, Toughness 10, Will 7Power Points
Abilities 14 + Powers 65 + Advantages 9 + Skills 17 (34 ranks) + Defenses 14 = 119Validation:
Complications: At least 2 Complications are required
[quote="Build Notes"]Okay so there's a couple of weak points to his abilities that arn't worthy of a "Limited" tag or a "Quirk".
Oddity: Can't teleport into anywhere where sand or dust cannot enter
Oddity: Impervious Toughness doesn't work against Energy Attacks.
As the world (at the moment) doesn't have much in the way of energy attacks I can't call that limited, and short of a sealed room (or some really good air filters) he can still teleport most anywhere.
My thought pattern on this is that he can turn himself into sand. The easiest way would be to simply take alternate form and intangibility but I've never been fond of intangibility as a power so instead... I just built up his defenses to simulate that it's hard to actually land a solid blow on him.
His teleportation would actually be him turning himself into sand, sending the sand somewhere and reforming at that location.
I also bought all of his ranged attack bonus as a ranged attack bonus instead of attack specialization. It's a little inaccurate, outside of his powers he shouldn't have much in the way of a ranged attack bonus, but I didn't feel right buying purely Attack Specialization.
Also I cannot give a good reason for the low light vision, I just thought it was cool ;~)
He has 3 Equipment Points remaining and I couldn't think of what to spend that last PP on.