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[WhovianBeast]

Name: Maat
Player: Avner
Hero Points: 1 (3/19/23)
Physical description:
Country of Origin: Ancient Egypt

 

The Avatar - PL 11
Abilities

Form	Base	Anubis	Horus	Sobek
STR	8	8	8	11
STA	3	3	6	6
AGL	6	6	6	6
DEX	7	10	7	7
FGT	8	8	8	8
INT	0	0	0	0
AWE	5	8	5	5
PRE	4	4	4	4

Defense

Form	Base	Anubis	Horus	Sobek
Dodge	11	11	11	9
Parry	11	11	11	9
Fortitude	7	7	10	10
Toughness	6	6	9	9
Will	10	13	12	10

Advantages
Attractive
Chokehold
Defensive Roll
Improved Initiative 2
Move by Action (Free)
Quick Draw
Tracking
Uncanny Dodge

Skills

Form	Base	Anubis	Horus	Sobek
Acrobatics	11	11	11	11
Athletics	8	8	8	11
Close Combat	11	11	11	11
Deception	4	4	4	4
Insight	5	8	5	5
Intimidation	4	4	4	5
Investigation	2	2	2	2
Perception	11	20	11	11
Persuasion	4	4	4	4
Ranged Combat	11	14	11	11
Stealth	8	14	8	5

Powers
Avatar Form
. . Anubis the Jackal (Activation: Move Action, Advantages: Quick Draw, Tracking)
. . . . Animal Agility: Enhanced Dexterity 3(+3 DEX)
. . . . Animal Awareness: Enhanced Awareness 3 (+3 AWE)
. . . . Tooth and Claw : STR Damage 3, DC 26; Affects Insubstantial, Improved Crit 3 (17-20), Multiattack, Penetrating 11, Reach 1, Takedown 2
. . . . Great Leap: Leaping 2 (Leap 30 feet at 8 miles/hour)
. . . . Jackal Sense: Senses 2 (Awareness: Smell, Danger Sense: Hearing)
. . . . Jackal Tracking: Enhanced Trait 6 (Traits: Perception +6 (+17), Stealth +6 (+14))
. . . . Quickness: Quickness 2 (Perform routine tasks in -2 time ranks)
. . . . Super Speed: Speed 7 (Speed: 250 miles/hour, 0.5 miles/round, Advantages: Improved Initiative 2, Uncanny Dodge)
. . Horus the Falcon (Activation: Move Action, Advantages: Defensive Roll 3)
. . . . Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Stamina 3(+3 STA), Enhanced Will +3 (13)
. . . . Feather Darts: Damage 7 (DC 22; Homing: 1 extra attempt, Increased Range: Ranged (175/350/600), Multiattack, Penetrating 6, Ricochet: 1 bounce)
. . . . Talons: Damage 7 (DC 22; Penetrating)
. . . . Wings of the Avatar: Flight 5 (Speed: 60 miles/hour, 900 feet/round; Increased Mass 2; Wings)
. . Sobec the Crocodile (Activation: Move Action)
. . . . Aquatic: Swimming 5 (Speed: 16 miles/hour, 250 feet/round)
. . . . Impervious Defense: Impervious Toughness 8
. . . . Jaw Bite: Damage 7(DC 22, Advantages: All-out Attack, Improved Critical, Prone Fighting; Penetrating 8)
. . . . Large Size: Growth 3 (+3 STR, +3 STA, +1 Intimidate, -3 Stealth, -2 active defenses, +3 mass ranks)
. . . . Regeneration: Regeneration 2 (Every 5 rounds)
. . . . Scent: Senses 12 (sensory, Accurate (Type): Smell, Acute (Type): Smell, Awareness: Smell, Counters All Concealment: Smell)
. . . . Tail: Extra Limbs 1 (1 extra limb, Advantages: Improved Grab)
. . . . Tail Strike: Burst Area Damage 5 (DC 20; Burst Area: 30 feet radius sphere, DC 15, Multiattack, Reach (melee): 5 ft.; Limited: targets on the ground)

Offense
Initiative +14
Claws: Damage 7, +11 (DC 22)
Feather Darts: Damage 7 (DC 22)
Grab, +8 (DC Spec 18)
Jackal Bite: Damage 7, +11 (DC 22)
Jaw Bite: Damage 7, +11 (DC 22)
Tail Strike: Burst Area Damage 5 (DC 20)
Talons: Damage 7, +11 (DC 22)
Throw, +7 (DC 23)
Unarmed, +8 (DC 23)

Complications
Motivation: Justice
Responsibility

Languages
Native Language

Power Points
Abilities 70 + Powers 64 + Advantages 3 + Skills 11 (22 ranks) + Defenses 17 = 165

 

In the early time of the Egyptian empire when the jungle of the Nile was still lush and the people truly understood and worshiped their gods there was a Pharaoh king known to all as Maat he was praised as the chosen not just because he claimed to be so, but because he was the avatar of the gods. They acted through him. It was through his service to the gods that the Egyptian empire was founded and civilization took hold in the first great empire.

Feeling he had completed his work the gods told him to enter a slumber until the time that he would be needed. Maat was sure that it would not be long for the people always called upon his service. Taking a slumber in a great sarcophagus Maat was magically put under a slumber until the day the ancestral tomb was breached by any but its guardians. That however did not happen. The gods had underestimated the jealousy of men and as any record of Maat was stripped from their histories the new line of pharaohs chose to serve the gods directly themselves while the avatar slumbered. When the time came that the needed him, the jungle went dry as the Sarhara became a desert. Still he slept, great feuds and wars broke out, and still he slept, through famine and war, the avatar slept. No one was aware he was there, and he was left forgotten for centuries.

Thousands of years passed before Maat ever saw the light of day again, and when it occurred it was simply by chance. The Iron Empire had spread its way across Western Europe and northern Africa and made their way through the Nile plains and the ancestral homeland of Egypt. They slowly made their way through each and every artifact left behind looking for items of Dracula's interest. Looking for anything his enemies could use against him. It was only a matter of time until some unknowing vampire breached the walls of the Ancient Temple of Maat. It was at that moment the ancient Avatar was brought awake and his connection to his gods restored. Looking about the temple he could immediately notice its desecration. Something was not right.

Dirt...dust? How dare they neglect to service my chamber... ahh yes they could not without waking me. I am sure it is just a matter of presenting myself to my people. There must be work to do... they always were pretty helpless after all.

There was no one waiting for him as he left the chamber, at least not at first. As he walked down the dark unlit passageway Maat was faced with the truth, the tomb had been neglected. It wasn't until he saw the first vampire that he saw the true disparity of things. Seeing the silhoutte he called to the man.

"Ahh there you are... what has happened? Could you not afford to light my passage, this is really unbecoming of..."

It was then that the creature shrieked and attacked. In a moment Maat channeled the power of his gods and let them act through him taking on the form of the Jakkal he dodged out of the way of the vampire and sliced its neck nimbly. Rushing through the tomb he was met by one vampire after another as he moved through them agily. He finally met a group at a large audience chamber where he channeled the crocodile enhancing his strength and throwing them about while ending them with his powerful jaws. When he came upon the last he lifted it up and pinned it to the wall.

What is the meaning of this... where are my people? I am to be praised not chased like some play thing..!

The vampire just met him with a smile and answered. "Everyone is prey to the Iron Empire, your people are nothing but slaves and cattle."

"So they do need me! I knew it!" Maat said as he cracked the vampire's neck and used his powerful jaws to tear him in two.

They were mere thralls, nothing within the ranks of the Iron Empire, but they had made a grave mistake... they had awoken the Avatar. Ascending to the sky Maat looked upon the desert in disappointment before looking up at the moon and launching himself upward as he transformed himself once again changing himself into the great falcon and taking to the sky.

[WhovianBeast]

 

Name: Kane (Kaniko) Munemori
Player: Avner
Hero Points: 1 (2/1/2022)
Initiative: +6
Kind: Human (Japanese)
Physical description: Kane is of japanese descent and has most of the look that would go with that lineage with an oriental complexion and features. His hair however is a stark white and he has a strange color to his irises that betray the other half of his mysterious lineage. Kane dresses finely typically in a long decrative coat with a collarless button down shirt underneath and either dress pants or Bushido style pants to allow for his art form. He has a large dragon tattoo going up his left arm and is never found without his katana or wakizashi swords favoring the longer katana.
Country of Origin: Seiikin

Powers: Kane is a master Samurai and is well trained in the art of Bushido but has also tapped into a spiritual power from his mysterious lineage that allows him to summon a dragon ancestral guardian as well as incorporate divine powers into his blade forms.

 

Kane (Kaniko) Munemori - PL 10, 150pp

 

Abilities:
Strength 2, Stamina 3, Agility 2, Dexterity 2, Fighting 9, Intellect 1, Awareness 2, Presence 1

Advantages
Defensive Roll 6, Improved Critical 3: Divine Blade: Strength-based Damage 3, Improved Disarm, Improved Trip, Quick Draw

Skills
Acrobatics 8 (+10), Athletics 6 (+8), Close Combat: Sword 5 (+13), Deception 4 (+5), Insight 8 (+10), Intimidation 10 (+11), Perception 8 (+10), Persuasion 6 (+7), Ranged Combat: Shuriken: Strength-based Damage 5 9 (+11), Stealth 8 (+10)

Powers
Blast: Damage 6 (divine, DC 21; Increased Range: Perception, Incurable, Distracting)
. . Shuriken: Strength-based Damage 5 (Alternate; DC 22; Homing: 1 extra attempt, Increased Range: ranged, Ricochet: 1 bounce, Split 2: 3 targets; Source: Shuriken)
Divine Blade: Strength-based Damage 4 (DC 21; Affects Insubstantial: half ranks, Multiattack; Quirk: Sword Focus (-1)) 8pp
. . Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 3 (Alternate; Traits: Dodge +3 (+8)) 1pp alt
. . Deflect: Deflect rank 10: Reflect (+1/r), Noticeable (-1), Weapon (-1), Limited: Physical (-1/r) 1pp alt
Protection: Protection 1 (+1 Toughness) 1pp
Summon: Summon 4 (Heroic, Mental Link) 18pp
. . Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 5 (Alternate; Traits: Fortitude +3 (+8), Will +2 (+8)), Linked: Divine Senses Rapid Sight and Hearing 1pp alt
Speed: Speed 2 120 feet/move action, 2pp

Offense
Initiative +2
Blast: Damage 6, (DC 21)
Divine Blade: Strength-based Damage 4, +11 (DC 21)
Grab, +8 (DC Spec 12)
Shuriken: Strength-based Damage 5, +9 (DC 22)
Throw, +2 (DC 17)
Unarmed, +8 (DC 17)

Languages
English, Japanese

Defense
Dodge 10/7 (w/o sword), Parry 10, Fortitude 8/5 (w/o Gadian), Toughness 10/6, Will 10/8 (w/o Gadian)

 

Code of the Samurai :

1. "Gi"-Integrity. To do the right thing by yourself. A Samurai must be smart in making choices and always chose what is good for the clan. He will make the right choice even if left alone. Practice Gi in everything you do.
   
2. "Yuuki"-Bravery and courage. To show courage every moment of living, in danger or not.
   
3. "Jin"- Kindness and compassion. To show everyone kindness and show compassion for all regardless.
   
4. "Rei"- Politeness. Politeness is different in Japan, politeness is more than just being kind, its about caring about others, and some say it borders an almost love-like feeling.
   
5. "Makoto"- Honesty. Be true by the actions you show, and by the words you speak. Follow the laws of the universe and you will become a honest person.
   
6. "Meiyo"- To enjoy the honor. A Samurai must earn honor and enjoy it if he is to satisfying the codes of the Bushido.
   
7. "Chuugi"- To be loyal. To be trustful, loyal, and show these unconditionally to others.

Motivation: Doing Good: Kane wants to right the wrongs of his grandfathers rules since he has come across the poverty stricken lower class during his wandering.
Unknown Lineage: The bastard grandson of the Empeor does not know who his father is and has been cast out by his grandfather.

 

Gadian - PL 4

Strength 2, Stamina 2, Agility 0, Dexterity 0, Fighting 0, Intellect 0, Awareness 0, Presence 1

Advantages
Animal Empathy, Assessment, Improved Critical: Unarmed, Languages 1

Skills
Acrobatics 6 (+6), Insight 9 (+9), Intimidation 8 (+9), Perception 8 (+8), Stealth 10 (+9)

Powers
Communication: Mental Communication 1 (Sense Type: Soul Speak)
Flight: Flight 4 (Speed: 30 miles/hour, 500 feet/round; Increased Mass)
Large: Growth 1 (+1 STR, +1 STA, -1 Stealth, -1 active defenses, +1 mass rank)

Offense
Initiative +0
Grab, +0 (DC Spec 12)
Throw, +0 (DC 17)
Unarmed, +0 (DC 17)

Languages
English, Japanese

Defense
Dodge 3, Parry 4, Fortitude 3, Toughness 2, Will 4

Power Points
Abilities 6 + Powers 15 + Advantages 4 + Skills 21 (41 ranks) + Defenses 14 = 60

Complications
Honor: As a spiritual Guardian Gadian has a strict code of Honor
Identity: Gadian makes his home on Kane's left arm when he is not summoned.
Responsibility: Gadian is responsible for protecting his charge Kane

Languages
Japanese, Native Language

Power Points
Abilities 16 + Powers 26 + Advantages 3 + Skills 3 + Defenses 0 = 48/60[/FIELDSET]

 

 

It's a secret, stupid.

538 EE – Kaniko is Born Emperor Please correct name if neededMunemori of the Seikin providence had been a strongly opposed of both the influence of either the Nova Religiosa or the Fae in the dealings with his kingdom which was no wonder when in the year 538 AE he had been absolutely furious to find that his daughter Hayami had been found miraculously with child. The Emperor's youngest daughter had been considered the fairest in all the Empire and while he had plenty of daughters left to bare him a grandson and heir the pregnancy of Hayami was especially odd. The empress had not had relations with any male and had only memories of pleasant dreams. The Emperor afraid his daughter might be lying brought in the best of his truth seekers who were unable to pick up any lies. The sought out every guard, handmaiden and worker without turning up a trace of any foul play. The only indication of anything going on was the report of strange sounds late at night but no one had ever come in or out. The room she had slept in that month had been under its usual guard and unable to be accessed from any mundane means sitting high up on the Imperial Palace. The result was the Emperor blaming the Fae for somehow soiling his daughter justifying it with his prejudice feelings of trickery.

544 AE - Kaniko meets Heihachi Sho while being taught under harsh instructor Takeda Katataka When the child was born the Emperor and Empress received him with love, but it was clear that there was some foreign lineage in his veins. As the boy grew it was clear that his hair was a bright white, almost translucent color and his eyes held a strange complexion to them almost seeming catlike. The boy grew strong with an eager personality and a curiosity for things he did not understand and grew in his abilities as a normal boy would learning to crawl, walk, then climb. In time however the other lineage within him began to manifest and a strange tattoo began to grow down his arm. At first Hayami tried to wash it off scrubbing at it vigorously every night. Various advisors had come in secret to examine it but prodding at it only upset the boy and when Kaniko got upset the tattoo began to glow and his eyes seemed to light up. Temper tantrums began to become major incidents as strange powers blasted his caretakers back lashing out without control or reason. The boy was quickly becoming feared among all who knew the family secret. Every morning the royal family and the local Daimyos (Lords) would send their children to the inner gardens in the place to play with the other children and practice martial drills under the tutelage of the weapons master Takeda Katataka. Instructor had a reputation of both showing up late and letting the boys get into tussles without stepping in to intervene. This led to many uncomfortable experiences for Kaniko. The difference in his appearance and the jealousy of his lineage lead many of the children to instigate trouble with him. This went from simple children’s mocking to finding ways to trip and embarrass him to the worst of all, teaming up against him in sparring matches. Kaniko was very physically capable but had no chance against the others. That was when his bond with Heihachi Sho, a fellow student who stepped up to his defense. Heihachi was known as a loose cannon. At first he seemed to cause more trouble than he prevented starting a fight the instant anyone sniffed the wrong way at Kaniko, but over time things balanced out and Kaniko was able to find enough sure footing to stick up for himself. Kaniko seemed to have a better understanding of the training that the two underwent and helped Heihachi to excel. A deep bond was formed between the two boys with Heihachi’s insubordination rubbing off on Kaniko and the latter’s discipline being passed in turn. Instructor Katataka noticed the boy’s relationship and feeling that they complimented each other often gave them extra slack. This allowed the boys to find time to themselves every so often which they would often use to sneak out of the imperial estate. They created their own home away from the palace walls in a small grove near a lake cave. They would write messages to each other on the walls, have imaginary adventures and do all the things little boys do. One morning after spending the previous day contemplating with each other what they would do once they grew older, they had an especially hard sparring session. It appeared that Instructor Katataka had come under the impression they had taken advantage of his leniency and had the boys fight through what he had named ‘the gauntlet’ in which the boys were to fight the other students until they fell. This put Kaniko in a particular foul mood as he felt as though Heihachi was being punished for being his only friend. One by one the other students came. Knowing that Heihachi would protect Kaniko they went after the larger boy first all assaulting him at once. It was a brutal beating and it took way to long for Kaniko to fight his way through to defend his friend. When he was finally able to fend them off he found Heihachi crumpled in a ball on the ground. As the next wave of students came at him Kaniko began to fill with anger. The other students tried to assault him from all sides, disregarding their honor to hurt him from taking him unexpectedly from behind. As they piled on Kaniko’s eyes began to glow and his hidden tatoo began to surge. Suddenly he released a wave over energy outward throwing all the boys into bushes, garden ponds, and statues that decorated the garden. Some of them were in worse shape than others, but they were all terrified. As Kaniko stood above his friend Heihachi breathing heavily he looked down to see his friend staring at him in horror.

550 AE – Kaniko is declared illegitimate and runs away The Emperor did not take long to respond to the incident. He knew that despite his love for the boy he was forced t act now that his secret was out. Declaring that Kaniko was a bastard and not of the royal line he secured what he considered any poisoning of the royal line with 'Fae trickery' while still blaming the Fae for his grandson's birth. Kaniko only at age 12 when hearing this felt betrayed by both his grandfather and mother and ran away in hopes to find his father.

550 AE – Kaniko Begins Training with Bushido Master Miyamoto Musashi In pain feeling betrayed by his grandfather and not knowing what it would mean for his future withing the palace Kaniko felt a sudden need to find sanctuary. He ran away and went straight to the Cherry Blossoms by the lake cave and found his secret hiding place. The drawings on the wall had all either been washed away or crossed out and now Kaniko felt lonelier than ever. Quickly realizing he had no idea who is father was and where to look he felt loss with no options. The night quickly got cold and the boy found himself alone and afraid. It was there where he was found weeping by an older Bushido Master Miyamoto Musashi who decided to take the boy in and raise him in seclusion in the way of the Samurai. The new found discipline would allow him to gain control of both his swordsmanship and inherent lineage realizing that he could summon an ancestral guardian that lived within the tattoo on his arm and focus his 'outbursts' through channeling them through his blade. Master Miyamoto Musashi had taken Kaniko far away from the Imperial palace to a remote location within Seiikin. Training in the hill tops of the mountains he learned the code of Bushido and how to be a true Samurai both inside and out. Kaniko took quickly to the art and the focus also gave him a way to channel his growing inherited ability. Soon the tattoo within his arm began to separate from him at will and he came face to face with an Ancestral Dragon Spirit. It was then that Kaiden had hoped to find the answers that troubled him, but the spirit proved to be no help at all explaining he was merely there to be his guardian. Kaniko took it to heart and gave the dragon spirit the name Gaiden, meaning guardian in his native tongue. Musashi accepted this but shortly after began taking Kaiden on excursions into the town to test his control.

555 AE – Kaniko Encounters Bandits Life outside of the mountains was much different then Kaniko had remembered it. Living the sheltered life in the palace learning swordplay had merely been an activity to stay physically in shape. Master Musashi had taught him the serious of Bushido and the code of that he must follow as a Samurai but often Kaniko did not understand the need for such a thing. The visits out into the world had remedied him of that notion. Mushashi most often preferred to travel by foot unless going long distances. He seemed to never be in a rush and when pushed he would often recite some proverb to Kaniko such as ‘ the deepest rivers flow slowly’ or ‘ In the struggle with stone and water, in time, the water wins. It was a clear message not to rush things and although poetic made them an easy target on the road. It was for that reason that Kaniko very quickly learned of the large insurgence of bandits throughout the empire. Kaniko’s master used them as advanced practice dummies. The skill of the young warrior easily surpassed most of the brigands and if he was ever in trouble the old master could assist in a moment after feigning weakness. This led to many questions the young boy had about his father’s empire and why his soldiers were not protecting the people. This was a lesson that would come up again later in Kaniko’s life but was the beginning of his journey in becoming a Ronin.

557 AE – Kaniko comes across Heihachi and Oni Before earning the title of Samurai from his master Kaniko was given one last trial. Master Musashi had heard rumors of trouble in southern Seikin that seemed to trouble him. The two warriors to the long journey southward to an area where there was much farmland and fields that often helped feed the people of Seikin. As they approached however, they noticed that many of the fields had been abandoned and that there was harvests that had not been picked by those that had planted them. Food rotted on the vine. Once they made it to the town boarder, they realized that there was more trouble. As the walked into the street they noticed that the people had been pulled out of their houses and put on their knees along the road by a group of imperial soldiers. Up and down their ranks a soldier road on horseback shouting at the people. When Kaniko and Master Musashi approached they were quickly challenged by the man on horseback who turned out to be none other than Kaniko’s childhood friend Heihachi Sho. Heihachi was now known as Captain Sho and had risen through the ranks of the military after Kaniko had disappeared. Believing his friend to be dead Captain Sho was shocked at his appearance at first but quickly challenged him to stay out of Imperial business as he was no longer a member of the Imperial family. It was then that Kaniko discovered the people of the town were short on their Imperial taxes and that Captain Sho had come to collect. Disregarding the road bandits that Kaniko had taken care of on the journey they were singularly focused on making an example out of the town. Kaniko managed to convince his friend to give him till sundown the next day to look into the matter. The crops had not been harvested and he promised the people could pay tribute if he could resolve whatever plagued them. Captain Sho granted him his requested and promised to come back by sundown the next day. Soon after Kaniko spoke with the people and learned of the trouble they were facing. Explaining the information to Master Musashi he quickly learned that the stories lined up with his own fears. The creature was known as an Oni and was a monstrous fae like creature that was a foul mixture of beast and man with long teeth like tusks and glowing golden eyes. According to Musashi, the Oni curse was brought over from the old lands; whenever a human descended from those from the old Empire killed a member of their own family, they risked the curse's wrath. The creature was primitive but was immensely strong and had been wandering the local farmland looking for victims to slaughter and bring back to its lair. Master Musashi explained that to truly protect the people and fulfill his obligation to the Bushido code Kaniko would need to be able to handle threats that seemed beyond him, things that were not human or that had been somehow cursed. The master explained that the trouble here signified a greater risk and that he needed find out more about the Fae that had created the Oni and sent Kaniko to take care of the Oni on his own as his final test. Kaniko tracked the Oni to an abandoned tower it had been using as its lair. It was nightfall by the time he arrived, and the monster took advantage of its ability to conceal itself as if took Kaniko by surprise. The creature was strong and powerful and through the potential samurai around the tower with little effort. Kaniko however held his own but in the end found himself exhausted and pinned against the wall as the oni began to choke the live out of him. It was then that for the first time the tattoo on his arm lifted itself off and wrapped itself around the Oni’s neck strangling it in turn. This gave Kaniko the opportunity he needed to fight out of the creatures grasp roll away and remove its head. Bringing the head back as proof he showed the people that the danger was taken care of and they were able to begin harvesting their crops once more. Kaniko then explained to Master Musashi what had happened. It was then that he gave him his first samurai sword and recognized him as a true Samurai warrior. Master Musashi explained that he had not only trained his grandfather, but also his father and that the sword given to him belonged to his great grandfather to be passed down to the one Musashi thought was worthy. Musashi then explained that the tattoo must somehow be associated with the ancestral spirits and to truly find the answers he was looking for that he would need to visit areas of Spiritual significance where they vale between the spirits and the real world was more accessible. There he would need to meditate to find the answer he sought. Musashi had found a trail of the mystery Fae he needed to follow but directed Kaniko on a different path. The new Ronin was to venture north to an area where the costal ranges ended and rivers from the ocean came into a large lake. In that area there was a great mountain range that was said to reach for the heavens, it was there he would find his first site.

559 AE – Learns of Spirtual Sights and Meets Akari Parting with his master, who had been a fatherly figure to Kaniko had been hard, but he knew it was time for him to make a new beginning and find the answers he was seeking. The first site was prolonged by the great journey to the northern part of the empire. Following the Bushido code Kaniko had stopped in any village that needed his help often rescuing the people from greedy or corrupt Daimyos or imperial soldiers as much as bandits. It had become clear that the empire was more concerned with keeping its coffers full than serving the people and Kaniko did his best to remedy that. When he made it to the great mountain, he found an ancient temple that seemed to exist from the years when the Seiko empire was just being founded. Old statues of elders and ancestral creatues filled the entranceway until he came upon the dais where he sat and meditated. It was then that he heard Gaiden’s voice for the first time directing him to another site. Gaiden sent him on a pilgrimage over the next year and a half going from one sacred site to another until he finally ended in a large forest in the southern empire. There had been rumor of an ancient site here that had a strong spiritual connection, but no one had ever been able to find it, a supposed city of gold protected by ancient spirits. Outside of the forest there was a small town where Kaniko met an elder who knew of the legends of the ancient city referred to as Gōrudenshiti, the Golden City. The elder’s name was Yamasato Hiro and she had a beautiful daughter by the name of Akari. As Kaniko studied ancient texts and various clues provided by Yamasato he spends every other available minute he had with Akari. The two became very close to the point of being ambiguously amorous towards each other. When Kaniko finally determined how to get into Gōrudenshiti he took Akira with him so that she could witness its splendor. The two made their way into the forbidden city finding a city of pure wonder that somehow seemed older than even their people’s presence on the continent. Near a beautiful waterfall within the city Kaniko sat to meditate. It took him four days and four nights to create the final bond with Gaiden. Upon awakening he found that he had a knew awareness of the odd power that he had inherited within him, now able to channel them through his sword and causing it glow. Releasing his grip on the power at the right moment allowed him to ‘throw’ it at things through his blade. That was not his only surprise upon waking. It has seemed that Akira had done her own exploring and discovered a vault room of great treasure. There was an irony with when he had managed to arrive for it was on the day, she had finally breached the final chamber. Within it Akira had found a great headdress and had been lured by its call to her. As Kaniko called out warning to her and tried to run to stop her she put the headdress on and in that very instant vanished in a wisp of smoke. Kaiden searched the city for weeks but was unable to find any trace of her. Deciding it best not to take anything from Gōrudenshiti with him he left its borders stopping only to inform Akira’s mother of her unfortunate end. She of course blamed Kaniko and told him to never show his face to her again.

561 AE – Oisen O’ Tanaidehe and the trouble with Fae Having formed his bond with Gaiden and wanting to move on from the unfortunate circumstances around Akira, Kaniko began to devote himself to his oath as a Ronin more directly. Wandering the lands of his grandfather’s empire he lived by the Bushido code. Remembering Heihachi’s hurtful comments about no longer being recognized as a member of the Munemori family he decided to drop his name once and for all. Taking up the name Kane and using only the word Ronin as his house he started to make a name for himself among the peasants of the empire. It was at this time he would have his final encounter with his old friend. When Kane approached the town of Jingsong it was purely by accident. The town had been located near the border of both Mississippi and Mexico. A recent gang of bandits had been making their way across the Mexico border in various towns and Kane had managed to clean them out. Now he was looking for a place to meditate before identifying where he was needed next. Those plans however changed when he noticed the large presence of imperial soldiers in town. Making his way into the local tavern he realized that something must have been guiding his course of actions for standing in front of the bar was none other than Heihachi challenging the owner of the establishment. When Heihachi saw his old friend anger immediately filled his eyes, a reaction Kane had yet to understand. The soldier quickly explained that he was now general for his grandfather and was chasing down a rumor of the people in the town harboring a dangerous fae. The growing season this year had not been good as most, something that many of the peasants would recognize as an omen of displeasure of the gods. Emperor Munemori however claimed the drought was not a natural phenomenon but a Fae trick and had sent his men hunting for a scapegoat. Years ago Kane would not have believed his grandfather capable of such a thing, but since being cast out he had come across just injustice from his grandfather’s hands it seemed a small leap. Kane’s train of thought returned to the present as two guards came out of the backroom strong arming a short red haired man in worn out travelling clothes. As the pushed him into a chair General Sho looked at Kane with confidence. "See what did I say.. they were harboring a Fae." "You think that is a Fae?" Kane responded "Well isn’t it obvious." The general repeated. "Have ye even seen a Bloody fae?" The man asked clearly in an Irish accent. "What sorta fae do you think I blood well am?" "Well… well… you’re obviously a leprechaun! " One of the guards chimed in. "My arse… I’m not even wearin’ green! I wee bit over-sized for the small folk anyway." "He must be a Brownie!" Another one said. Kane couldn’t help but let go of a laugh he’d been holding. "Hei… General Sho." He corrected himself straightening his face and trying to be respectful. "You truly cannot seriously consider this man a fae?" The general stared daggers." Says the traitor Kane! What makes you think he is not?" the generals anger turned on the Irishman. "What is your name Fae?!" He demanded from the prisoner. "Umm.. I be tellin ye I aint be no Fae but the name is Oisen O’ Tanaidehe and I just be passin t’rough. I don’t be meanin’ no trouble." "Well.. after you ever met a Fae before?" Kane asked the general. "Whats that have to do with it! The Fae are all tricksters and manipulators, they will do whatever they can to… don’t you Fae?!" "What? Ye don’t even be knowin what yer lookin fer?! Ye takin’ the piss?" the man asked in exasperation. "See he even talks like one! "The General responded. "THAT is NOT a Fae." Kane repeated adamantly. "I’ve had enough of you getting in the way of the Emperor Kane the Ronin!" "I see you’ve made the connection with the new name. I am still your friend Heihachi, new name or old." "Friend? You still think that I was your friend? You are a fool aren't you. Did you not see what I did to the cave? You’re no friend of mine you… freak! You’re just as bad as this fae. Wait… is he your father? Wouldn’t that be fitting for such a poor excuse for an heir?! " "Don’t speak like that Heihachi, you stood by me when no one else would." "Well I’d have been stupid not to, you were just my doorway to the Emperor. He responded And it worked quite well if I do say so myself. I knew he’d want someone keeping an eye on you and I was just the person to do it. Who do you think told him about the incident in the gardens? Me! I never was your friend I was your grandfathers eyes you pathetic mudblood." Kane stayed within his inner clam taking calming breaths. "So it appears you do lack honor after all. " "How dare you challenge my honor!" "My name is Kane the Ronin and I demand you let this man go and treat him with the respect and compassion he deserves. If you are such an honorable man general, I challenge you to a duel." The Irishman looked around and called over to Kane. "Ye sure that be a good idea? Seems yer all about the honor and all dat but dey seem to ‘ave a lot of sharp tings ta be pokin ye wit!" Kane just nodded. "Fine, Ronin. I’ll finally rid your grandfather of you once and for all!" The soldiers all filed outside creating a semicircle in the middle of the town square. As Kane stood ready to face his old friend the Irishman who had been brought out with his hands bound looked on as well. The General charged forward sword already at the ready and Kane quickly drew and parried. The Samurai seemed to be toying with the General as he measured him up. "You never were one for technique." "Oh shut it! "The General said as he continued to attack. Suddenly he backed off and stood still leaving Kane’s back to the Irishman and some of the soldiers. The general began to taunt Kane while a group of Imperial solders tried to sneak up behind him and take him from behind. "Watch out tey be at yer back!" Oisen called out. Just in time Kane lifted his left arm toward the approaching soldiers releasing Gaiden as his blade approached the neck of General Shoe. "So you do lack courage after all. Gaiden it is time to feed on the honorless." "But they’re so bony… hardly worth calling a snack, I suppose they will have to do. Gaiden said as he chased away the soldiers." The general brought his blade up to try and strike Kane and in one movement the Samurai spun and cleaved off the generals head. "Oooh… well dat wasn’t expected." Kane held up his arm and Gaiden returned as he approached and cut Oisen’s bonds. The revelation of Heihachi’s betrayal was unnerving to Kane, but he had lost his connection to his friend long ago and the bite wasn’t quite as bad as he had feared. Taking the generals life was probably the hardest part of what he had to do, but he was offered little choice. Still showing empathy for his old acquaintance he made sure to arrange for him to be sent to the palace for proper burial with a note to his grandfather explaining he knew the truth and to stop pinning his mistakes on the Fae. The two introduced themselves and after dealing with the general headed back to the tavern where they made quick friends. They did not stick together for long though, it was clear Oisen couldn't stay in Seiiki for long and Kane had many travels ahead of him.

 

Enter Kane Writing Sample: The quiet crunch of dirt under Kaniko's boot seemed to echo through the empty town as he stepped forward. It was quiet, too quiet a sign of the fear and suffering the troops of the Emperor had caused. As Kanikio walked toward the middle of the town he saw a man holding a knife to a woman's throat. Quietly walking forward he approached waiting for the man to look in his direction. When the time finally set his eyes on Kaniko he looked at him with disgust. "This is none of your business. Go back inside!" he ordered. "This is my business." Kaniko responded in his calm demeanor. The man spat at is feet. "What do you want?! The girl is mine, just as the Emperor's edict says I can take her if I want." "What do I want? Well that is simple." he answered. ""S"Gi, Integrity." he answered as he took a step forward. "Rei, Respect. " he said as he took another. "Yu, Courage." the ronan began to draw his katana. "Meiyo, honor." the blade sung in the free air. "Jin, Compassion." he continued to close the distance. "Makoto, Honesty." he stated calmly. "STOP RIGHT THERE OR I CUT HER THROAT!!" the man called out. The katana began to glow with a bright white light. "Chu, Loyalty." he said as he swung the blade still some distance away. A blast of radiant light was released from the blade as it crashed into the man causing him to drop his blade and fall to the ground unconscious. Suddenly a group of troops jumped out on all sides of the samurai. In response he lifted up his other hand releasing his arm from its sleeve as the strange tattoo began to slither along his sleeve releasing itself from him and growing into a large spiritial dragon. "Well that was a bit dramatic wasn't it." the creature asked as it lightly flew around his master. "What I was putting on a show! What do you want me to do next time say 'come out come out wherever you are Gadian needs some lunch!" he laughed. "I suppose your right... I did have a light breakfast." the spirit dragon replied. There was a sudden war cry of the forces charging then within minutes, complete silence save for a crying woman. Kaniko called Gadian back to his sleeve as he approached. "Fear not, you are safe now. Use the gold those thieves have left to restore the damages to your village." he comforted her as she rose. Then as quickly as he had approached without asking for reward he turned and walked toward the entrance to the town.

[WhovianBeast]

Name: Annie Dane Charlotte Rambles, alias The Conquistador
Player: Drachenspirit
Hero Points: 2 (06/14/22)
Kind: Human

Physical description: Standing at 5'6" tall, and weighing around 148 lbs, she's got tanned skin and an athletic build. Her toned muscular physique is from working on her hobby of machine works, and her short cut sandy blonde hair is thus colored from spending a lot of time outdoors.

Country of Origin: Mississippi - Near the meeting borderlines of Kanata, New England, Appalachia, and MississippiRiviera

Powers: Tech Build w/ Twists (Energy/Machine Controller)

 

Annie Dane Charlotte (The Conquistado) Rambles - PL 11, 154pp (Abilities 44 + Powers 77 + Advantages 6 + Skills 15 + Defenses 12)

 

Strength 0
Stamina 2
Agility 4
Dexterity 4
Fighting 2
Intellect 7
Awareness 3
Presence 0

 

Defenses
Dodge 6
Parry 4
Fortitude 6
Toughness 2 (14 in suit)
Will 7

 

Initiative +12
BLAST: Line Area Damage, +9 (DC 24) 900/1800/3600 ft., Crit 20
QUAKE: Damage 8, +8 (DC 23) 3200/6400/8000 ft., Crit 20
Throw, +4 (DC 15)
Unarmed, +2 (DC 15)

 

Advantages
Benefit, Wealth 2: Independently wealthy
Contacts
Eidetic Memory
Improved Initiative 2: +4
Inventor
Move-by Action (free)

6pp

 

Skill	Base	Bought	Total
Acrobatics	4	2	6
Athletics	0	2	2
CC: Conquistador	2	4	6
Deception	2	-	2
Expertise:Engineering	7	2	9
Insight	3	-	3
Intimidation	2	0	2
Investigation	7	4	11
Perception	3	4	7
Persuasion	2	0	2
Ranged Combat: Quake	4	4	8
Sleight of Hand	4	-	-
Stealth	4	0	4
Technology	7	6	13
Treatment	6	-	-
Vehicles	4	4	8

16pp

 

Mind over Machinery: Affliction 10 (12 pp) 3rd Degree: Controlled, Resisted by Fortitude, DC 20; Affects Objects Only, Burst Area: 30 ft radius sphere, DC 20, Indirect: Fixed point, directed away, Precise, Selective; Limited: Technology/Machinery, Limited Degree (third only) (Standard – Close – Instant)

Battlesuit: The Conquistador (60 pp) Removable (Indestructible)
PEARL Armor: Immunity 6: Disease, Environmental Condition: Heat/Fire, Environmental Condition: Radiation, Poison, Suffocation: Drowning, Suffocation: Alien Atmosphere (Personal – Permanent), 6pp
PEARL Armor: Protection 12, +12 Toughness, 12pp
QUAKE: Damage 8 (28 pp) DC 24; Extended Range 4, Increased Range: ranged, Multiattack (Standard – Ranged, 3200/6400/12800 ft. – Instant)
Quick Change – Suit: Feature ( 1pp)
Communication Rank 3 - Range: Across the Nation: Rapid, Subtle 1 (Encrypted), Limited 2: Requires Physical Contact with a Telegraph or Telegraph Wire, Distracting, 4pp

DWAIN - Array
..BLAST: Line Area Damage 9 (21 pp) DC 24; Line Area: 5’ wide by 30’ long, DC 19, Extended Range 2, Increased Range: ranged; Unreliable (5 Uses) (Standard – Ranged, 900/1800/3600 ft. – Instant), Dynamic
..2pp alt DOVE:Flight 7, Speed: 250 mph, .5 miles/round; Wings (propellers), Dynamic
..2pp alt REAPER: Enhanced STR 10, +10 STR
..2pp alt VICARS:=Senses 9 Direction Sense, Distance sense, Extended: Vision 2: x100; Extended: Hearing 2: x100, Infravision, Tracking: Infravision 1: -1 speed rank; Ultravision, Dynamic

Complications
Motivation: Thrills
Secret: Suit powered by ability to control machines
Languages
Native Language

 

Annie has always had a way with these newfangled things called machines. She's an inventor. She has come up with some unique things, but to date she hasn't created anything for anyone else. She has repaired lots of machinery, and always seems to know just what is wrong with any machine she touches; gifted is the term folks use when referring to her. Strangely enough, she's a bit of an eccentric, and the neat things she has created, she keeps to herself. Though she's been approached by lots of people, wealthy investors and business savvy people, to share the secrets of her inventions, or create them something similar, she hasn't shown any interest in this to date.
Annie was born and raised in Mississippi, not far from the border with Kanata. Her father was a traveling silversmith and actually owns a small mine. Her mother is a singer and entertainer who travels with her father, performing from city to city.
Once the couple realized that their daughter not only loved trains, but machinery in general, they settled down in a city in Mississippi. The quickly realized their young daughter was somewhat following in her father's footsteps, and was something of a tinkerer. Instead of putting a stop to what some would call silliness in this day and age, her parents fed their daughter's ingenious and curious nature. She could fix most any kind of device and troubleshoot most any kind of machine or mechanical workings. This didn't help her socially.
To this day, she's always dressed more functional that stylish, creating a style all her own that just seems to add to her eccentric and odd reputation as some kind of genius inventor.

About a year ago, she had an idea when a few of her inventions helped her thwart a train robbery. She was traveling by train to go and test a fully enclosed helmet that she had invented to work underwater in a coal mine. She was quite certain it would work in any non breathable environment, but just wanted to be sure by testing it in the real world. She also had a long a new invention that she called, for lack of caring to think up a catchy name, Lightning Gloves.
When the would-be robbers tried to smoke out the guards car that led to the freight car where some gold was being carried, she donned her helmet, walked through the smoke, and quite literally shocked the thieves into submission.
The thrill from this was something she hadn't expected, but she knew she was hooked. She combined several of her inventions over the next couple of months to be contained in a suit that could do all kinds of fantastic things.
She stopped a bank robbery, took on a dozen fanatics that stole a Paddleboat, and even tracked down a cache of weapons stolen by a gang who were to sell them on the black market - fighting off several in the process.
When asked what she was called in her suited up fashion of fighting crime and injustice, she recalled stories she had been told by her father about their homeland. Tales of brave armored men who fought off the vampires so the people of their lands could escape so many centuries ago came to mind. And being told she was a descendant from one of those very men, she took the proud and almost forgotten name that they had called themselves and brought in back to life in her hero persona.
She is, "The Conquistador."
Though it is clear that a woman is inside, only a few know who it is, and so far, her reputation hasn't caught up with the woman behind the masked helm. All of this is thought to be not only incredible, but part of the genius of whoever is inside this suit. The secret is something only Annie knows, and it is something she is quite literally afraid to tell anyone. She fears that if people know, she'll be shunned at best, and hunted down and killed at worst. The secret is also the reason she can't share her inventions with anyone, or even sell any of them. So, she has to keep up the facade that she's just some genius and eccentric inventor who is tied up in their own thing and can't be bothered by others whims and wishes.

 

Annie discovered at an early age that she could make machines do whatever they were designed to do without using their own intended means of power. At first, she could just touch a wind up toy and it would work, without having to be wound. Practice led to her being able to just "Will" a mechanical device to work if it was within a few feet of her, though touching a device, by far, provided the strongest power source to it.

 

Out for a test flight after some more modifications, Annie spotted the cattle across the rail tracks a few miles ahead of the train. She almost gave it a nod and flew off, but decided to get a closer look. Since the train was coming at her, she closed to within a mile of the Cattle, and lit on a small hilly outcropping so she could start up her Variably Intuitive Chromatic Aberration Reducer SystemVICARS and get a closer look. Is it a curse always being right all the time in my assumptions?, she wondered.
Sure enough, there was a lame cow on the tracks and it wasn't going to be moving. It probably wouldn't derail the train, but she couldn't take that chance. She turned off her viewer and powered up Ducted Overpressure Vector EnginesDOVE again, and took off at maximum speed. She started slowing down when she reached the Engine and then did a quick turn to light atop the Engine roof.
That didn't work well with the steam coming from the stacks and the smoke from the coal burners, but she managed to get to one side enough to see the cow in the closing distance.
She powered up her Quickfiring Uniform Auto-Kinetic EnergizerQUAKE Gun, and then thought that her Ballistic Lightning Amplified by Sequential TransmissionBLAST would be better, so she switched to that. She had to wait until they were close, but the end result would be better.
Before she lost sight of the cow from her angle, she let loose with a blast from BLAST, and a line of energy that looked like lightning arced out and slammed into the cow.
The thing exploded better than she thought.
SUCCESS!

Then pieces of cow started raining down on the train and even her as the Train passed over where poor Betsy had been. Fortunately, her Steel-Alloyed Linen Lesion InterferenceSALLI Armor protected her from some decent sized chunks of flying beef.

Then the Train stopped. She did her best to clean the big chunks off the train and near the tracks using The Conquistador's Powered Energetic Armor Raiment - LightPEARL Suit and it's Rigid Energy Assisted Pneumatic Ergonomic ReinforcementREAPER strength.
Still, the conductor, engineer, and the nearby cowboys begin an argument between themselves and her as well on who would pay for the cow and damages. She said little, and finally just excused herself after just giving her name of 'The Conquistador' and flying off into the sunset - that didn't last long because she couldn't see a damned thing, so she took a tacking route like a sailing ship home.
At home, she got out of her suit with a neat little trick no one had seen by floating all the associated parts and pieces to a table. "That's gonna take hours to clean off", she lamented when noticing all the cow flesh speckled over a suit that only an inventor could love.
That gave her an idea and she finally thought up how to dehorn a cow in moments with a neat little device she had yet to create as she finished cleaning up Device Without Any Interesting NameDWAIN; which was of course, her nickname for the suit. She and the suit combined were 'The Conquistador', but separately they were DWAIN and Annie. Duh.

[WhovianBeast]

Name: Darsus Freedman, the Vampire Hunter
Player: AlphaZ
Hero Points: 5 (5/8/22)
Kind: Human
Physical description: Black hair, light brown skin, 5'7", lean, dressed in leathers under plated steel
Country of Origin: the Iron Empire (just south of what used to be Turkey)

Initiative: +7

Powers: Enhanced senses, magic bow, exotic training (defenses and skills)

Backstory:

 

Darsus was born of the Freedman family under the crushing heel of the Iron Empire. Normally there is no better fate for children there than that of their mothers and fathers. However, his own parents found a tiny sliver of hope in a mysterious patron that claimed to follow Nova Religiosa and carried weapons and holy implements. He offered to take the child and raise him for a better life, one with its own dangers, but also with purpose where others are left with futility; A life lived for the good of all mankind.

Hardly four years old when he was taken in by Master Shem, the memory of his family and home before soon slipped away from Darsus and he was left only with the life of a Hunter. Together they traveled, worked, and trained, always hiding, always in secret. Master Shem was learned in the ways of magic, and though Nova Religiosa generally forbids its practice, Hunters of The Order have a tendency to bend the rules. In fact, one of the many secrets of The Order is the practice of rune crafting, a means by which to empower their weapons and create their signature badge, known as Vizram's Mark.

Darsus was 14 when he began crafting his own Mark, now a full decade spent on the Hunt with Master Shem. He'd never fought a monster himself, neither vampire nor fae, but rather was given books to study while Master Shem disappeared for hours or days at a time. Sometimes he returned barely alive, but always he returned. Until he didn't.

For three long years Darsus stayed in hiding, honing the craft he'd been taught and searching for rumors of Master Shem's final whereabouts. Finally he happened upon a small band of Hunters taking shelter in a ruined church, marked with the rune of Vizram. For almost a year they traveled and Hunted together, all the while sharing with him tales of his lost Master and Hunts of times past. But Hunters usually hunt alone and for good reason: eventually someone attracts attention.

The small company was disbanded and at least two of them were slain. Darsus never heard from the others again. But so goes the life of a Hunter, blessed with neither community nor safety. After hunting for another 5 years across Europe, mostly by himself, Darsus had finally had enough. Hunters aren't supposed to retire, and perhaps he would return to it someday, but he set his mind to cross the sea and live a life free of monsters for a while. In the New World it was said that the fae were kind and the vampires nowhere to be found. After almost two decades of studying and blood, Darsus sought to try his hand at something else.

 

"Let me see your Mark." The man asking must've been late 20s, or perhaps mid-20s and aging poorly. A rolled cigarette dangled idle and unlit from his chapped lips as he held out his hand expectantly. In the other was a custom revolver, not aimed precisely at Darsus but held vaguely in his direction. The carvings along the barrel and exaggerated finger plate were classic Hunter, though Darsus didn't know many of the runes. He pulled the badge from his coat, a metal symbol set in a leather back and carved with the iconic rune of Vizram, and handed it to the man with the pistol. He looked over it a long moment and then looked up at Darsus. "Sloppy."

"C'mon Westov, cut the kid a break." The girl who spoke up was small and pale and armed to the teeth. In contrast to Darsus' armor, she wore mostly cloth lined with a dozen leather belts and bandoliers, each full of long steel needles. He didn't like to imagine how she fought with those, but several had visible dark stains on the end. Obviously it was working for her. She took a step closer and peered over the man's shoulder. "Looks good to me."

Westov smirked. "I'm not allowed to have any fun?" He tossed the badge back to Darsus. "That's nice. Actually some pretty fine runework. Who taught you?" As Westov eased up, so too did the others.
"Master Shem. I lost him three years ago. He was... particular about my runework. Very particular." Darsus didn't bother asking. He'd given up finding out what happened to old Shem sometime last year.
"I think Mattoc has some stories about a Hunter named Shem. Maybe you can tell him a few." Darsus brightened up. Suddenly he had some kind of connection with the group, a connection back to Shem, and apparently he was being invited in.

The old church was made of bricks and stone long since toppled by cannons and age. It looked utterly empty save for the four Hunters, now five, without even a hint of nature creeping in. The air inside was as stale and forgotten as the place itself. Scattered around the rubble were the few supplies the Hunters kept with them, somewhat unpacked to suggest they'd been here at least a day. Darsus followed Westov all the way in as the others retreated to their makeshift camp. Spotting something as Westov holstered the gun, Darsus queried, "Is that Vizram's rune on your firearm?" He pulled it back out and spun the chambers with a grin. "Yes, yes it is."

They stopped in the middle and Westov gestured around. "Welcome to Fort Hopeful. Meet our family. I, as you heard, am Westov." One by one he pointed out the others, starting with the girl from before. "That is Lonya. She does not like hugs." Lonya whipped out a needle and juggled it menacingly with a glare at Westov. "Athos, our carpenter." He gestured towards a tall Spanish man with long hair and an etched hammer. Several wooden stakes dangled from his belt. He nodded, but didn't look up or speak. "And that, is Mattoc." The last man was probably late 40s, older than the others, with greying stubble and a well-lined face. Even so he seemed strong as he lifted his sturdy frame and the two broad blades on his back. He approached Darsus and nodded. "So you're the apprentice of Shem? I went on a hunt or two with him. Met some others that said the same. Come, sit, we have a lot to talk about."

For the first time he could remember, Darsus felt... welcome. Something like ease settled on him and it made him question. Shem had always said that Hunters work alone. At least they usually did. But here there was more than a lesson, more than books and runes and blades. Here there were people. They were Hunters, but didn't just act like Hunters. They acted like people. Like the people they were sworn to protect, for all the good it did. He followed Mattoc and settled in for the night, the week, the month, longer. It couldn't last long, and it wouldn't. But it lasted for a while. Stories were told, stories were made, and the memories he keeps to this day.

 

PL 11, 155/155 PP

Abilities 42 PP Ability Human Ghast STRENGTH 3 7 For melee combat(13) STAMINA 6 10 AGILITY 3 3 DEXTERITY 2 0 FIGHTING 1 0 INTELLECT 2 0 AWARENESS 5 5 PRESENCE 1 1

Defenses 8 PP Defense Human Ghast TOUGHNESS 10 13 DODGE 10 7 PARRY 10 7 FORTITUDE 10 13 WILL 10 7

Skills 36 PP Skill Rank Human Rank Ghast Acrobatics 5 8 5 8 Athletics 3 6 3 9 Close Combat (unarmed) 0 1 7 7 Deception 7 8 7 8 Expertise (vampires) 8 10 8 8 Insight 5 10 5 10 Intimidation 5 6 9 10 Investigation 6 8 6 6 Perception 5 10 5 10 Persuasion 7 8 3 4 Ranged Combat (bows) 8 10 2 2 Sleight of Hand 4 6 4 4 Stealth 7 10 7 10 Vehicles 2 4 0 0

Advantages 5 PP Assessment Defensive Roll 1 Favored Foe (undead) Improved Initiative Power Attack

Hunter 59 PP Stalker Concealment 3 (visual, auditory, -blending) Senses 1 (ultravision) Speed 1 Hunter’s Secrets 23pp -Hunter's Resolve: Enhanced Trait 9 (Fortitude +4, Will +5), 9pp -Hunter's Quarry: Senses 9 (Accurate 4: all smell; Tracking: smell; Detect 2, Tracking 2: undead, smell), 9pp -Echoes: Postcognition 4 (Unreliable, Noticeable: white eyes, trance), Advantage 1 (Well-Informed), 2pp -Hunter's Discretion: Subtle 1 (armor/worn gear), Movement 1 (Dimensional, Limited: objects), Advantage 1 (Hide in Plain Sight), 3pp -Monster Codex: Variable 1 (skills & advantages; Slow, Removable 1), 5pp Second Nature 16pp -Unnatural: Enhanced Trait 8 (Stamina +2, Dodge +4, Parry +4), 12pp -Corrupted: Metamorph 1 (Resistible: Will [ghast], Uncontrolled), 4pp Runic Bow Easily Removable Device, 15pp -Vengeful Heart Arrow: Damage 7 (+STR, Ranged, Improved Critical 3, Variable Descriptor 2, Homing 1, Incurable 1), 21pp -1pp alt: Binding Arrow: Affliction (dazed+vulnerable > stunned+defenseless, vs Fort) 10 (Ranged, Extra Condition, Limited Degree, Incurable 1), Damage (+STR) 0, 21pp -1pp alt: Dispelling Arrow: Nullify (magic, vs Will) 10 (Broad, Insidious 1), Damage (+STR) 0, 21pp -1pp alt: Piercing Shot: Damage 10 (Area: Line, Incurable 1), 21pp -1pp alt: Split Shot: Damage 7 (+STR, Ranged, Improved Critical 3, Split 3, Variable Descriptor 1), 21pp Advantages 5 Hide In Plain Sight (power) Languages (English, Arabic) 1 Trance Quick Draw Well-Informed (power) Equipment 2 Half-plate Protection 3, 3ep Hunting Bow Damage 2 (+STR, Ranged), 4ep Hand Crossbow Damage 1 (Ranged), 2ep Lantern Environment (light, 30ft, +1 step), 1ep

Ghast 59 PP Creature 59pp -Monstrous: Enhanced Trait 17 (Strength +10 Limited 6: melee combat, Stamina +5, Dodge +1, Parry +2, Fortitude +2, Will +2; Dexterity -2, Fighting -1, Intellect -2), 21pp -Ambush Predator: Leaping 4, Senses 3 (touch: Acute, Ranged, Danger Sense), Advantage 3 (Fast Grab, Improved Grab, Improved Hold), 10pp -Seismosis: Affliction (dazed > stunned > paralyzed, vs Will) 10 (Grab-Based), 5pp -Vulture: Senses 9 (Detect 2, Accurate, Tracking: undead, smell; Detect 2, Extended, Tracking: dead, smell), Immunity 2 (disease, poison), 11pp -Leathery: Protection 3, 3pp -Death to Life: Regeneration 10, 10pp -Corrupted: Metamorph 1 (Resistible: Will [hunter], Uncontrolled), 4pp

Complications Motivation - Hunting evil. Usually this means vampires, but also their more lively associates within the Iron Empire. Enemy - Though The Order is secretive, it is not entirely unknown to the enemy. As a result the Hunter can sometimes become the hunted. Honor - Darsus may be a ruthless slayer, but only to vampires and their mortal associates. He won’t kill someone who is neither unless they are trying to kill him or his company. Secret - Something isn't quite right... Strange Appetite - Darsus does not get hungry and cannot eat without feeling sick. Sleepless - When Darsus falls asleep, the Ghast awakens. Forgotten - Darsus has no memory of what happens in his Ghast form while he sleeps. Ghast: Bestial - The Ghast cannot speak or use complex reasoning. Darsus must pass a Will save to influence its actions, provided he is aware of them. Ghast: Blind - The Ghast has no eyes, only skin pulled over sunken, hollow pits. As such it cannot see. Ghast: Necrophage - The Ghast must feed on the flesh of the dead or the undead.

[WhovianBeast]

 

 

Druscilla van Halah

Name: Druscilla van Halah

Current alias: Grace Johnson

Player: Moonzar

Hero Points: 4 (12/9/2020)
Power Points not assigned: 6 (11/12/2020)


Kind: Vampire (Fey before turning)

Age: 600+

Year of birth: 1385 AD
Turned into a vampire: 1490 AD

Physical description: A young beauty in her prime, with an hourglass figure, a generous bust, and stunning purple eyes. Her short dark purple hair contrast with her pale milky skin. She embodies Fey's beauty and enthralling Vampire sensuality. Druscilla stands short at 5'4 and 120 pounds.

Personality: Patient and Calculating, she doesn't take unnecessary risks having all the time in the world to fulfill her goals. She envies living things that can die, love and enjoy all aspects of life.

Country of Origin: Transylvania, relocated to New England (New London).

Arbiter: Loki

Powers: Illusion, Mind Control and other Vampire-like abilities will be her thing.

Equipments Monkey statuette

 

Druscilla van Halah - PL 9, 130 PP

Strength 0, Stamina -, Agility 1, Dexterity 0, Fighting 0, Intellect 3, Awareness 3, Presence 1

Advantages
Attractive 2, Benefit, Wealth 5 (billionare), Fascinate (Persuasion), Hide in Plain Sight, Jack-of-all-trades, Well-informed

Skills
Deception 10 (+11), Perception 2 (+5), Persuasion 10 (+11), Stealth 16 (+17), Expertise Jack of all trades (+3)

Powers
Comprehend: Comprehend 2 (fey, Languages - Speak All, Languages - Understand All)
Fey Mesmerizing
. . Beauty is an illusion: Cumulative Cone Area Affliction 8 (fey magic, 1st degree: Entranced, 2nd degree: Disabled, 3rd degree: Incapacitated, Resisted by: Will, DC 18; Cone Area 2: 120 feet cone, DC 18, Cumulative, Subtle 2: undetectable; Custom: Three strikes you are out, Limited: Male)
. . Kneel my lovers!: Cumulative Cone Area Affliction 8 (fey magic, 1st degree: Entranced, 2nd degree: Compelled, 3rd degree: Controlled, Resisted by: Will, DC 18; Cone Area 2: 120 feet cone, DC 18, Cumulative, Subtle 2: undetectable; Custom: Three strikes you are out, Limited: Male)
. . Pecking order : Damage 8 (fey magic, DC 23; Alternate Resistance: Will, Increased Range 2: perception, Variable Descriptor 2: broad group - illusionary effects; Custom: Three strikes you are out, Limited: Female)
Undead Form
. . Immunity: Immunity 30 (Fortitude Effects; Limited: Holy and Radiant )
. . Protection: Protection 8 (+8 Toughness)
Vampire Masquarade: Morph 2 (female human, +20 Deception checks to disguise; Narrow group; Subtle 2: undetectable)
Vampire Movements
. . Vampire Flight: Flight 2 (undead, Speed: 8 miles/hour, 120 feet/round)
. . Vampire Invisibility: Concealment 4 (Sense - Hearing, Sense - Sight, Sense - Smell; Passive)
. . Vampire Walk: Movement 2 (undead, Permeate 1: speed rank -2, Wall-crawling 1: -1 speed rank)
Vampire Regeneration: Regeneration 1 (undead, Every 10 rounds; Source: Blood)
Vampire Senses: Senses 4 (Darkvision, Detect: Life 2: ranged)

Offense
Initiative +1
Beauty is an illusion: Cumulative Cone Area Affliction 8 (DC Will 18)
Grab, +0 (DC Spec 10)
Kneel my lovers!: Cumulative Cone Area Affliction 8 (DC Will 18)
Pecking order : Damage 8 (DC Will 23)
Throw, +0 (DC 15)
Unarmed, +0 (DC 15)

Complications
Blood Addiction
Holy
Silver
Vampire Identity

Languages
Fey

Defense
Dodge 8, Parry 5, Fortitude Immune, Toughness 8, Will 8

Power Points
Abilities 6 + Powers 77 + Advantages 11 + Skills 19 (38 ranks) + Defenses 17 = 130

 

Backstory & Writing Sample Druscilla van Halah Titania is the Fey queen as long humanity can remember. She had many children, Druscilla been one of them. Standing out among her siblings with her divine beauty, she was an exceptional Fey. When Druscella first learned about human civilizations that existed beyond the Macedonian forests, her curiosity had the best of her. She began exploring the human world. A few humans had the privilege to see her true self and the Princess' name became part of legends and songs written by minstrels. Most humans didn't believe her existence to be true, but she became a popular human folklore character. Exploring Macedonia and what would eventually become Turkey disguised as a blonde maiden, she made countless discoveries. Her favourite mortal city was Constantinople. She visited the city often, and her life took a dramatic turn when in 1453 AD the Ottoman captured the town with her inside. Druscilla got wounded by a cannon explosion, A young Ottoman military genius named Sehzade saved her life and took great care of her. They fell madly in love, and she revealed her true identity to her lover. Titania forbade her relationship with a human, but the princess just had it her way, and she was at Sehzade's side for almost three decades. Around 1480 AD Vlad the impaler, came back from his eastern campaign and slaughtered the Ottoman empire. It lasted for three years until Titania betrayed the Sultan and offered his head to the Vampire Lord Dracula. Sehzade died during the campaign against the vampires, Druscilla fell into great sorrow and didn't speak until she met him again. The former Ottoman general was indeed dead, turned into a vampire by Dracula himself. He became a loyal general in the dark lord army. Sehzade was growing old and sick while Druscilla didn't age one bit. Dracula's promises of eternal life and becoming the Sultan of Istanbul in exchange for his service as a military genius was just too good to pass up. At first, Druscilla was terrified that her soulmate became an undead, but she came to accept it and went to live with him in Istanbul. Reunited, they were happy for some time, but she was always looked down upon by the other vampires' nobles, barely having the status of a consort. In 1490 AD the social pressure was too much and she accepted to join her destiny with Sehzade forever and be turned into a vampire by him. Shortly after, she became Queen of Istanbul for some time. It helped a lot, yet as her influence grew stronger, she started to bother a lot of people in Dracula's circle. Vampire ladies, in particular, were jealous of her beauty and growing political power. Twice she almost got assassinated, and increasing threats from someone named "N" forced her to retire from Dracula's court. General Sehzade couldn't stop the assassination attempts at the source and decided to send his beloved into exile against her will to the New World. In 1491 AD, during the grand human exile, Druscilla travelled on the last ship toward the new world with a group of guardians loyal to Sehzade. Arriving in new-England, the young colony that would become New London had little to offer, still heartbroken and devastated she decided to hibernate in a coffin under a church. Over the centuries, her guardians disappeared one by one and knowledge of Druscilla's location was forgotten. Five hundred years later, she was awakened in 412 AE by a group of misguided tomb raiders trying to loot the church. Instead of gold, they found a sleeping goddess in the catacombs. Civilization has flourished a lot, and it took time for Druscilla to adjust to the wonders and technologies the mortals developed during her slumber. The city of New London became a wonder and the vampire princess' home. Discovering new pleasure such as plenty of prey, the companionship of men, arts, music and culture, she decided to integrate this society. With her divine charms, she didn't lose time to find one of the most wealthy men in town to teach her the rope of this new world and provide her with security. His name was Jonathan Robinson, she accepted to marry him to keep the appearances in this conservative patriarchal society. Blending in as a human, she inherited a large amount of wealth when her husband passed away. After Jonathan's death, city folks noticed that she was around for decades, never getting sick, not growing old. It was suspicious, in particular in a state famous for burning witches. Druscilla didn't want to leave the city and decided to begin a grand masquerade. Simulating her death every generation or so with a corpse. Changing names and appearances, she got married several times and accumulated enormous fortunes in New-England. The Vampire princess was content with her life with the humans, hidden from monsters and vampires, feeding on evil men and leaving the innocents alone. She had no evil desire such as pursuing power and dominate vast lands. New London was more than enough for her. Druscilla took a habit of relocating and changing her identity a few years after each husband's death. A new name, dealing with the paperwork, bribing, organizing her assets and taking care of any loose ends is troublesome. Her existence would be simpler if she relocates to a property in the countryside and cut ties with society, yet she enjoys mortals company too much to isolate herself. Another reason is that she feels attached to the citizens of New London and intervene when other supernatural beings or murderers are causing troubles in the city. Despite her best efforts, a few innocents saw her in action. It's now a common story that New London has an angel fey of unspeakable beauty that is punishing the wicked at night. The Vampire princess didn't forget general Sehzade, she felt him in her dreams occasionally, knowing that he's still around. Missing him much, but angry that he forced her into exile. Regardless it would be suicide to go back to Europe after seeing at first hand the horrors of the Iron Empire. It's also most likely that Dracula's court didn't forget about her desertion.

Life in New London - 562 AE (Current days) Grace Johnson - Druscilla's alias The vampire's latest mansion is impressive. Even so, her house doesn't stand out as the largest in town. The matriarch didn't see the point of having a massive residence just for herself and show off like other wealthy families in the city. As far as New London citizens are concerned, Druscilla is currently known as Grace Johnson, a single aristocrat that arrived in town a few weeks ago from the Appalachia region. Princess Druscilla only has a lot of employees, but only a few are staying permanently in the mansion. Walter Weston the butler, his nephew Albert Weston and her maids Elizabeth and Mary. The vampire's butler is working for her since two identities now. Druscilla saved Walter's life and since then, he has been genuinely loyal to his immortal mistress. The venerable man doesn't know she is a vampire, thinking Druscilla is an immortal white witch protecting the city. Walter hired his nephew Albert recently as a carriage driver and handyman, the young man is clueless about Druscilla's true nature. The maids don't know anything about their employer's either, utterly grateful to be employed by a rich lady for twice the normal wage. Druscilla is cunning and carefully looked into her servants' motives using her enthralling powers. Druscilla's peaceful existence and hunt for her new husband is interrupted by unforeseen events that put her on a path to become an Arbiter's champion.   Druscilla's servants Walter Weston - Butler Albert Weston - Carriage Driver Elizabeth Miller - Maid

Writing Sample In a cold night of winter, a stunning beauty with a timeless face is sitting by the bed of a dying man. - " Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others to share it. You have been a good companion Christoph. Thank you very much. " Druscilla was tempted before to give the eternal gift to a husband, but again this one wasn't formidable enough to go against her beliefs that life is precious and should follow his usual course. Christoph had a good life; he never dreamed of marrying such a beautiful and capable woman who didn't age one bit in the decades they shared. He didn't know her secrets and didn't care, dying a happy man and giving her up more millions.

[WhovianBeast]

Name: Emet Clay

Player: Phasmus

Hero Points: 6 (8/3/22)

Type: Construct

Age: ???

Country of Origin: ???
Physical description: Emet is a human-shaped magical construct, built from inorganic materials and given life through the application of powerful magics. He is comprised of an ornately inlaid metal casing riveted into place around the mysterious internal mechanisms that provide his animation. Unlike the rest of his finely crafted body his face-plate is a simple, curved metal sheet with plain round holes to accommodate the softly glowing crystalline structures that pass for his eyes. The difference in workmanship between his face and the rest of him suggests a slapdash repair at some point in his past. He stands just under six feet tall with a gaunt build that belies his high weight. He typically wears formal but concealing attire, making him difficult to identify on those occasions when he lets himself be seen.

Powers: As a construct, Emet is not subject to many of the needs or frailties of human biology. He is able to vanish and walk unseen among the masses of (potentially) criminal humans. His mind and senses are tuned to the task of identifying and tracking lawbreakers, including a supernatural comprehension of all languages. His hands are capable of producing a powerful and dangerous electrical shock.

Personality: Emet is very focused on what he considers his inbuilt purpose: the enactment of justice. However he is not emotionless or mechanical in his demeanor. He is sincerely disturbed by the suffering experienced by the victims of crime, and he considers most suffering to be the result of one crime or another. His frustration with humanity's tendency to deviate from the law is often expressed with bitterness and sarcasm. His lack of memory causes him very little concern overall, but he imagines that he must have come from a place with a more sensible legal system.

Because he is unable to lie Emet tends to speak very carefully. He avoids making concrete statements except in areas where he is very certain. He understands and uses figures of speech freely, but never risks ambiguity with them.

Emet generally obeys the letter and spirit of the law to the best of his ability, except where doing so conflicts with his innate moral sensibilities or hinders his efforts to enact justice himself. His respect for the privacy of others is vestigial at best. He has no compunctions about stalking and striking up conversations with complete strangers or lurking in private residences to interrogate potential witnesses. He is gradually learning to temper such direct approaches to achieve better results.

 

Emet awoke in a back alley in a Mississippian warehouse district, surrounded by other valuable looking but broken objects of possible arcane significance. He had no memory of his past and no idea how he came to arrive there. He didn't have time to investigate the scene as he was almost immediately drawn to investigate a domestic disturbance nearby. By the time he had helped resolve that situation (by inadvertently scaring both parties into forgetting their differences and uniting in pelting him with their pots and pans) the scene of his strange arrival had been picked clean by the local riffraff.

Since then Emet has adapted quickly to the unusual and crime infested world where he has found himself. He started calling himself Emet Clay, based on some of the only writing he could decipher from the various inscriptions on his outer shell. He has largely focused on understanding the criminal and law enforcement elements of his chosen city and adapting himself and his methods to interact with them effectively. His preferred approach is to collect and deliver evidence to the proper authorities. Where incompetence or corruption prevent his chosen cases from being, in his opinion, properly adjudicated he has readily taken the law into his own mechanical hands.

 

Emet didn’t get bored easily, but it was starting to happen now. He was sure he had the right office but its owner wasn’t keeping regular hours. He already knew everything that went on here. How many people had been hurt. How much money they’d given over to avoid being hurt worse. The names of the perpetrators, the names of the victims. He just needed to collect something a bit more concrete to get the wheels of justice moving. So he stood in the corner, feeling like another piece of furniture, waiting.

Eventually the man, the criminal, Mr. Lanzoni walked into his office. He was older and a bit pudgy. He didn’t look like the type to organize an extortion racket. But expecting people to ‘look the type’ was why juries needed so much evidence. He didn’t see Emet. Nobody would have. He sat down, took a bundle of bills from his most recent ‘charity drive’ out of his pocket and leaned over to unlock the cash box under his desk.

Emet moved forward silently and placed his hand on the back of Mr. Lanzoni’s neck. There was a bright spark at the point of contact and the smell of ozone filled the air. The extortionist began twitching uncontrollably as Emet shoved his face down to the desktop.

“Hi. I’ll be taking your ‘charity money’, your notebooks, keys to locker #54 on Yacht Street...” Emet’s tone was polite and matter-of-fact as he placed the various items into the pockets of his voluminous coat. He reached into the cash box and pulled out an antique silver pocket watch as he continued, “...and Mr. Armstrong’s watch over to the DA’s office later today. If he declines to prosecute you and your goons again I will have to take a more active role in the situation.”

Emet leaned in close so the metallic clicking that underlaid his voice was clearly audible to the spasming criminal. “That means I will, if necessary, do to you what you did to Mr. Armstrong. Do you understand?”

Mr. Lanzoni groaned, on the verge of passing out.

“Good enough. Keep your nose clean.”

Emet removed his hand and vanished into the hallway.

He didn’t like making threats like that. It felt perilously close to lying. But there was enough wiggle room, after all poor Mr. Armstrong had been through, that he wouldn’t have to murder anyone if it came down to it. It was never as easy to get into an office the second time around, so better to get the message across the first time if he could.

 

Emet Clay - PL 10

Strength 0, Stamina 2, Agility 1, Dexterity 0, Fighting 0, Intellect 2, Awareness 3, Presence 1

Advantages
Benefit: Burglar(From 'spy tech') Use Stealth skill for open-locks, Benefit: Integrated security bypass kit, Connected, Eidetic Memory, Fearless, Second Chance: Mind Control, Uncanny Dodge

Skills
Expertise: Law Enforcement 3 (+5), Expertise: Magic 2 (+4), Insight 2 (+5), Intimidation 8 (+9), Investigation 4 (+6), Perception 4 (+7), Persuasion 7 (+8), Stealth 2 (+3)

Powers
Always Watching: Senses 7 (Awareness: Magic, Communication Link: Glyph, Danger Sense: Choose Sense Type, Darkvision, Detect: Lies (Audio) 2: ranged, Advantages: Uncanny Dodge; Custom: Communication Link: Glyph, Custom: Distance Sense: Glyph, Custom: Direction Sense: Glyph)
Local Statutes: Comprehend 3 (Languages - Read All, Languages - Understand All, Languages - You're Understood)
Malfunctioning Runes
. . Deadly Shock: Damage 9 (DC 24; Accurate 5: +10, Increased Range: ranged)
. . Shocking Aura: Damage 5 (DC 20; Reaction 3: reaction)
. . Stunning Shock: Cumulative Affliction 9 (1st degree: Dazed, 2nd degree: Stunned, 3rd degree: Incapacitated, Resisted by: Fortitude, DC 19; Accurate 5: +10, Cumulative)
Mechanical: Immunity 11 (Aging, Disease, Environmental Condition: Cold, Environmental Condition: Heat, Poison, Sleep, Starvation & Thirst, Suffocation (All), Uncommon Descriptor: Bloodsucking, Advantages: Fearless)
Mystic Enscriptions
. . Runes of Observation
. . . . Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 21 (Traits: Investigation +14 (+20), Perception +13 (+20), Insight +15 (+20))
. . . . Senses: Senses 5 (magical, Analytical: Magic, Direction Sense, Extended: Hearing 1: x10, Tracking: Sight 2: full speed)
. . Runes of Protection
. . . . Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 19 (Linked; Traits: Toughness +9 (+11), Dodge +5 (+9), Parry +5 (+9))
. . . . Impervious Defense: Impervious Toughness 6
. . . . Regeneration: Regeneration 1 (Linked; Every 10 rounds)
. . Runes of Stealth
. . . . Concealment: Concealment 8 (All Visual Senses, Other Sense Type: Magic, Sense - Hearing, Sense - Smell; Affects Others; Passive)
. . . . Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 8 (Traits: Stealth +16 (+19))
. . . . Movement: Movement 1 (Trackless: Visual 1)
Transportation
. . Conventional Movement
. . . . Movement: Movement 3 (Linked; Environmental Adaptation: Underwater, Wall-crawling 2: full speed)
. . . . Swimming: Swimming 6 (Linked; Speed: 30 miles/hour, 500 feet/round)
. . Teleport: Teleport 6 (1800 feet in a move action, carrying 1600 lbs.; Accurate, Change Velocity, Extended: 60 miles in 2 move actions, Increased Mass 5; Limited 2: Three Runes, Limited: Willing Only)
Zombie Thread: Immunity 2 (Uncommon Descriptor: AoE Mind Affecting, Advantages: Second Chance: Mind Control)

Offense
Initiative +1
Deadly Shock: Damage 9, +10 (DC 24)
Grab, +0 (DC Spec 10)
Shocking Aura: Damage 5, +0 (DC 20)
Stunning Shock: Cumulative Affliction 9, +10 (DC Fort 19)
Throw, +0 (DC 15)
Unarmed, +0 (DC 15)

Complications
Motivation: Justice: All he really wants is to enforce the law. Is that so much to ask?
Prejudice: As an arcane artifact himself, Emet is not well understood or liked by a fair swath of the human population.
Quirk: Incapable of deliberately lying, vexed by lying accidentally.

Languages
Any?

Defense
Dodge 9/4, Parry 9/4, Fortitude 8, Toughness 11/2, Will 9

Power Points
Abilities 18 + Powers 98 + Advantages 4 + Skills 16 (32 ranks) + Defenses 19 = 155

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[WhovianBeast]

Elena Name: Elena Severnaya Kind: Human Age: 24 Hero Points: 1 (8/3/22) Physical description: Elena is powerful woman and looks like one. Standing at 5'11" she has a sturdy build, a buxom chest and muscular physique. Her dark brown hair is just past her shoulders and occasionally worn in a single braid though often left free. Elena almost entirely dresses in functional or military clothing. Personality: Elena is typically reserved and quiet, only saying the things that need to be said and leaving it at that. If something needs to be said, she is the type to speak up. Elena is slow to anger and equally slow to calm, when fully enraged (which thankfully has happened very little) is quite a sight to behold and tough to dissuade. She is ambitious and headstrong, often frustrated when others are slow to act or accept her reasoning. With those to whom she is familiar, Elena can be plenty jovial and boisterous with, but those people are few and far apart. Country of Origin: Nadensk   Backstory: For most of Elena's childhood, her father was distant and detached. A serious man in a serious field who locked themselves away for long periods of time. That left her mother, mostly an idea now in her memory of kindness and affection and unconditional love than a real person, to raise her mostly by herself. It was only when her mother died, that her father was forced to take an active interest in her. He was strict and intense, very focused on his work in his lab full of bubbling chemicals of strange colours and she was brought into his world. At his side, typically was his assistant Grigor, a greasy man to whom Elena took an instant intuitive dislike. All the while, her father Vitali Severnaya for all his lapses in attention would instill in his daughter that she would be something special. She would help elevate Nadensk, help elevate the new world! Elena lapped it up and did whatever she could to please him, both in the form of study and a strict physical training regimen. Finally, at the age of 18, after what had seemed endless months of setbacks and grumblings, her father had declared that it was ready. What she had been preparing for, his life's work was now complete. She recalls hearing through a door a heated argument between Grigor and her Father, but the next thing she knew Elena was invited into his lab. "When you wake up my Elena, you will change the world! A bright star for the people of Nadensk." He promised as he strapped her down on to a bed. "The Czar will be most pleased." Then he injected something into her neck. Elena remembers someone screaming before she passed out. It could have been her? She awoke to flames. Her father's lab was wreathed in fire and smoke. It was all she could do to get out of there. She didn't remember breaking the restraints, she didn't remember breaking down the door, all she remembered was taking that deep breath of fresh air ankle-deep in the snow and coughing up every bit of smoke she'd just inhaled. Elena watched as her father's laboratory burned down, feeling helpless. Was anyone else within? She hadn't the time to check. When the blaze had cooled to embers it was impossible to tell. Whatever connection Vitali had with the Czar previously seemed ironically to go up in smoke. Already seen as something of a mad scientist, a crank, having his laboratory explode dented his reputation beyond repair. Left rudderless, directionless and feeling within herself that she ought to live up to her father's lofty expectations and do what she could for her country. She enlisted, full of fervor and patriotism instilled by her father when he was around and even more so by his assumed death. It was there, during the military training that it truly dawned on her what her father had done. She was faster, tougher and stronger. Far stronger. While undoubtedly effective, the freakish daughter of the insane Dr. Severnaya was kept at arms length at all times lest she somehow infect the bulk of. Suffice to say, by the time she was discharged several years later, Elena had been criminally underused. Her time in service had soaked into her the importance of protecting the common man and the camaraderie of a military unit. However, it left her with some distaste of the bureaucracy and hierarchy of the Nadensk military. With a growing distaste for the Monarchy and a powerful need to do some good for Nadensk, Elena travels away from her home in the capital to a small town in eastern Nadensk where a resource strapped Constable Rolommov is only happy to accept her services as a Deputy. From there, the outside in she would make her name. She would make her father proud and she would become the star of Nadensk as he had dreamed. Writing Sample: Two figures strode up the path, long-settled snow crunching underfoot. A man and a woman, both wearing long-coats for the chill and each a rifle slung over their back. The man was slightly taller and the woman slightly broader. "I tell you Misha, we're up here every other day or so. Sooner or later Rollo isn't going to bother send us at all, every time just another warning for Alan to stop doing target practice so late at night." Elena mentions to the man. Misha sighs, "I doubt it, I really doubt it. We're doomed to walk this road until we've dug a trench with our feet. The Miniski's own a big slice of the town and even if they didn't-" "Serge would complain from sun-up to sundown?" Elena finishes the thought and the pair of them snicker. "I think he secretly enjoys it." Misha surmises still smirking, "You can tell by the look on... his..." The man trails off as they round the corner of the wooded path and the house comes into view. "Those aren't their horses." The rifle is off his back in moments and the casual stroll stops as he assumes a more combat ready crouch. "Listen." Stopping likewise in her tracks, Elena strains her ear. There was raucous laughter and the sound of glass breaking. She's already taking a step forward when Misha puts a hand on her shoulder. "There's at least half a dozen in there, Elena..." The hand on her shoulder doesn't stop Elena, but the words do. Elena looks from Misha to Bulov household doing some quick mental calculations. "You don't have to go, but I am. Who knows what's going on in there. Vera's pregnant. If we go back for help it could be too late." Misha sets his jaw but says nothing, just a quick nod for Elena to move up. Creeping up to the house, Elena peered through the frost coated window. It was hard to make out how bad things were, but one thing was apparent: they'd gotten into the vodka. She holds up seven fingers for Misha to see, who nods and sets the butt of his rifle against his shoulder, though the barrel is still pointing low. Elena knocks on the door loud enough for the dead to hear. After some audible arguing a drunken unkempt man, most importantly not the owner, answered the door. "What chu want, pudding? This is a private function." He slurs, leering at Elena. Elena shoulders past him with ease without answering, sending the man stumbling back a few steps. She walks into the great room of the house, taking stock of every weapon belted or wielded by the thugs who had taken temporary custody of the residence. Including the ones hovering over a clearly terrified Alan and Vera seated at their table. "I'll give you one chance to do this the easy way." Elena announces loudly to the room not entirely confident she could pull this off but set on seeing it through as best she could. "Take it, or you'll regret it." The greasy black-haired bearded man hovering over Vera grinned, showing more than a few missing teeth. The barrel of his revolver began to turn to press against her head. It never made it. He definitely regretted it.   Abilities 48 pts 12 - Strength 1 - Agility 5 - Fighting 1 - Awareness 11 - Stamina 1 - Dexterity 0 - Intelligence 1 - Presence 9 - Initiative Defences 15 pts this and other two are the values given by Angelic alts 1 and 208/06 - Dodge 09/06 - Parry 12/16 - Toughness 12 - Fortitude 08 - Will Advantages 16 pts All-Out-Attack Accurate Attack Diehard Fast Grab Fearless Great Endurance Improved Critical 2 (Unarmed Combat) Improved Disarm Improved Grab Improved Hold Improved Initiative 2 Improved Smash Interpose Skills 23 pts Skill Base Ranks Total Athletics 12 5 17 Close Combat: Unarmed 5 4 9 Deception 1 0 1 Insight 1 9 10 Intimidation 1 4 5 Investigation 0 1 1 Perception 1 10 11 Persuasion 1 6 7 Ranged Combat: Throw 1 7 8 Stealth 1 4 5 Powers 48 pts Super-Tough: Linked Effects • 29 points. -- Enhanced Ability: Enhanced Stamina 8 -- Immunity: Immunity 2 (Disease, Poison) -- Impervious Defence: Impervious Toughness 11 Enhanced Vitality: Regeneration 5 (Every 2 Rounds) • 5 points. Linked with: Persistent Regen 1 (Every 10 rounds) • 2 points Enhanced Speed: Speed 2 (8 miles/hour, 120 ft/round) • 2 points. Angelic: Winged Flight 2 (120 feet/move), linked with Enhanced Dodge 2 + Parry 3, Noticeable (-1) • 6 pp --Alternate: Winged Flight 2 (120 feet/move), Defensive Roll 4, Healing 1 (linked with HoH) Noticeable (-1) (6pp) - 1pp alt Reverberating Smash: Damage 10, Cone Area 1 (8 ranks only), Innate, Accurate Attack, Precise Attack 2 (Close Concealment & Cover), Affects Insubstantial 2 • 24 points, 1 point alt. to Strength. Iron Tide: Affliction 12: DC 22 Parry Resistance, Dazed & roll TN vs DC 19 damage, improved by critDamaged 1& Thrown for (Attacker Strength -Defender Weight rank)/4 distance ranks, rounded down (round up if crit)Thrown 1/Stunned & roll TN vs DC 23 damage, improved by critDamaged 2 & Thrown for 1+(Attacker Strength - Defender Weight rank)/4 distance ranks, rounded down (round up if crit)Thrown 2, Alternate Resistance: Parry (0/r), Customize (0/r), Extra Condition 2 (2/r), Limited Degree (-1/r). • 24 points, 1 point alt. to Strength. Senses: Darkvision, Danger Sense (Hearing) Healing from on High: Healing 3, Limited - Only for others (-1 per rank), Empathic (-1 per rank), Stabilizing (flat +1), Persistent (flat +1) (cost for 1 rank is assigned to Angelic)   Notoriety - Despite the Nadensk military keeping her at arms length out of fear and distrust, Elena has never hidden what she can do or who she is. This has made her famous or infamous depending on the person. Some people know her as the freak daughter of the insane Dr. Severnaya. Some know her as a stalwart and powerful ally with extraordinary strength and toughness. Some people have only distantly heard that Nadensk has conjured up titans and do not know her by name. Cruder and crueller rumours involve Nadensk shaving yetis or bears for the army. Patriotism - Elena has multiple rings of loyalty and they can be loosely described as: Humanity, Nadensk, Severnaya family. She holds these in high regard and would never knowingly work against them. Temper - While it takes a great deal to really tick her off, Elena has quite the temper when suitably riled up and all her inhibitions about preserving the world around her go out the window along with her patience. Hostile Lodger - Cateline's consciousness now resides inside your mind. She can't control your actions, but she'll occasionally sabotage Expertise, Investigation, Insight, Technology, or Treatment checks to suit her ends.