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Character Sheet wrote:Black
Power Level: 8; Power Points Spent: 120/120
Abilities: (22 pnts)
STR: +1 (12), DEX: +5 (20), CON: +1 (12), INT: +1 (12), WIS: +2 (14), CHA: +1 (12)
Combat (32 pp)
Attack: Melee: +10 Ranged: +8 Grapple: +9
Defense: 13/4 flat footed Toughness: +1/+3
Saves: (15 pp)
Reflex: +12 Fort: +6 Will: +5
Skills: (13 pp)
Acrobatics 4 (+9), Diplomacy 5 (+6), Disguise 5 (+6), Escape Artist 10 (+15), Intimidate 5 (+6), Investigate 7 (+8), Notice 8 (+10), Stealth 7 (+12), Languages 1 (1 extra Langauge)
Feats: (27 pp)
Martial Arts: Power Attack, Takedown Attack, Accurate Attack, Defensive Attack, Stunning Attack, Acrobatic Bluff, Elusive Target, Martial Strike 5 (+1/rnk to Unarmed Damage),
Other Feats: Ambidexterity, Attack Focus (Close) 1, Attack Specialization (Black Blades), Dodge Focus 5, Equipment 4, Wealthx3
Equipment: Black Blades [Strike 3, DC 19; Mighty, Thrown (Range: 50 ft., incr 10 ft.)],
Costume [Protection 2, +2 Toughness, Feats: Babel; Super-Movement 3, swinging, wall-crawling 2 (full speed)]:
Alternate Equipment: (Costume (+2 Toughness, Subtle, Feats: Babel Software)
Powers (12 pp)
Super Senses (Super-Senses 12) (accurate: Smell, acute: Smell, darkvision, extended: Smell 1 (x10), infravision, ultravision, x-ray vision)
Unarmed: +10 DC21 Toughness Save
Black Blades: +12 DC19 Toughness Save
Background wrote:Where were you?
My Dad used to tell me he knew exactly where he was when JFK was shot. He said he remembered where he as was when the Challenger blew apart on national television. He said he knew where hew as on 9/11 when the planes flew into the towers and supposedly destroyed the America we knew. he remembers where he was when the Terminus Invaded, and upended our world.
The Terminus. I still have nightmares about it. Undending battalions of drones who's only goal in life was to extinguish ours. It wasn't an enemy we knew how to face. It was an enemy we barely understood. There was no negoiating, there was no diplomacy. There was only war and death. So where were you when the Terminus Invaded?
It's years later now, but for me it's right now, all the time. I was just starting middle school then; my father had sent me to the best school that money could buy and why shouldn't he? He had a lot of it. I don't think he would have sent me if he had known what would happen there. A portal opened up on the quad.
Do you remember that? It was hell come onto Earth. I remember I got out of my dorm room in the initial insanity. But my room mate, a young scholarship girl named Melissa, did not. I stood weeping at the bottom of the stairs, not knowing if she was dead, or if she'd gotten out. At the time I thought how tragic it was
that she had gotten out and I didn't. That's when I began to hear the screams. Like I said, not everyone had gotten out of the building before the horoes came to save our day. And there I was left with a choice - walk away and pray everything would be okay, or go to her and hope she was still alive.
For the life of me I don't know why I chose the latter. Maybe it was duty, maybe it was kindness. Maybe it was just guilt for having stole her CDs.
But that's why I was there. And that's why i was too late. I watched Melissa die. I watched the drones vaporize her with ash and fire her only remains.
The whine of the energy weapon was also the last thing I heard. They say - the doctors my father had hired to "cure" me - that there's no reason for my deafness.
I should be perfect of hearing, but the fact remains that I simply cannot hear anything since then.
In the absence of sound, however, I've found that the Terminus Invasion left a parting gift. I can see farther and better than anyone else, and I can msell as good as any blood hound's.
My father says that i'm one of the lucky ones. I don't know what that means. I watched my room mate die, and I'm not sure what that means. Lucky. How am I lucky? What I do know is that I am blessed. I should have died that day but life offered me an extra chance. I'm not going to waste it. I don't want
anyone to suffer again.
Complications wrote:Right now, all the time: Jenna has issues with PTSD from the trauma she went through during the Terminus Invasion. Sometimes she's back there in her mind, and the only sounds she hears still are the ones she keeps in her head from back then.
Everything, all the time: Jenna's family is wealthy. Very wealthy. And as such she has a history of getting everything she wants, all the time. After the Terminus that has shifted over from selfish reasons to more altruistic ones, but she's still a trust fund girl sitting on many millions - if not billions - of dollars when she turns 20.
I'm Deaf, not stupid: That about covers it.
More complicated background wrote wrote:
I ran up the stairs with the building collapsing around me. It was so hot. So damn hot, and I couldn’t breathe, I could only think of getting to Melissa. I’m honestly not even sure why I was there. I mean, I hated Melissa and she hated me. She snored and she resented my wealth. And I…I don’t know. But they were talking about some kind of invasion outside, some kind of war, and all I knew was the building was on fire. And Melissa hadn’t gotten out.
I could hear the sound of crashing, and the sounds of screaming, and some kind of high pitched whine that wasn’t either. Glass shattered and I ran up the staircase towards danger. I ran onto the fourth floor to see my door open. There was the sound of crying, and this strange mechanical buzzing. I dashed forwards, “Melissa!” I yelled. And then I got to see inside the room.
They looked like monsters. And there was Melissa backed against the wall. The monster pulled the trigger. There was a whine and then….
And then I woke up. And my world was quiet. My world was always quiet. That day had changed my life, no question. I was in my room…my own room on the estate. My father’s estate.
I needed to get out. Quickly I moved out of bed, slipping into some leathers and a faded white t-shirt that had a picture of a star. Daddy was asleep, I could see him through the walls in his bed. A gift from that night, that kind of vision. Everyone was asleep and so no one would miss me.
My motorcycle was in the garage and I put on my helmet and gunned the engine. The night air felt cool on my skin, and I could almost taste the breeze. Without the sounds of the road, the night was completely still. I took the bike straight down the 410 gunning well past the speed limit. It felt good to get away after a dream like that. It wasn’t the first time I’d had it, and it won’t be the last. My father wants me to go see a therapist, so I can talk about what I went through. I told my Dad I’d go when he goes and sees one about Mom’s death. Neither one of us is going any time soon I guess.
And all of a sudden I’m there. I’m not even sure how I got there, since they closed most of the roads that had connected. They rebuilt so much after the invasion, but they didn’t rebuild this. Maybe it was because of what happened here. So many children died when the heroes were too late to save anyone but a select few. They saved me.
I stood outside of the broken building and just stared at it for a moment. It looked like a carcass. A dead rotting thing that should tell no tales; except I don’t think that’s true though, that dead things tell no tales, because this one does. The remnants of the life that used to flourish here lie everywhere if you know where to look. The twisted black of the metal that used to be the see saw. The cracked pavement of the tennis court. All of it.
God, I was wound tight now. I wanted to atone, if there was anything to atone for. Is that why I’ve gone through hours of training, learning how to fight, learning how to defend myself? Because all those years ago I couldn’t for Melissa? It sounds so simple when I put it that way. But life, of course, is more complicated than that. The invasion didn’t just take Melissa; it took my Mother, it took my father’s best friend. It took the city’s spirit and we’re just rebuilding that again. My father has put all of his money into rebuilding what she would have wanted him to. I…I’ve spent my time another way.
I took a small circular blade from my back pack; it was razor sharp, and it was cold to the touch. I left it there at the building. I was here, it says. I’m still here I answer. And I go back out into the night.
LasomBrujha wrote:I just came up with something I tried to pitch in another game. A Dragon Hybrid Paragon, but Arkrite, If you are dead set on a paragon I can come up with something else no problem.
-Powerpoint spent on Jeanie to buy her as a minion
-Two Power points spent on buying two ranks of Luck