[Characters] Team Roster

[Homestarbaby]

Team

Welcome everyone! Thanks for joining in. Let's meet our heroes, shall we? Post below to introduce your character. You can copy/paste your application or set up your character sheet. Or both!

Each of your posts in the story thread needs at least a current stat block, and this is a good place to have it ready for copy/paste purposes. You are free to make your own design. It just needs to contain the appropriate information: your hero name, playbook name, labels, current conditions, and influences. If you are going to link to a character sheet instead, please make sure it is up-to-date with every post!

Below is a basic Character Sheet and a Stat Block. Feel free to quote this post to get at the text so you can edit and make them your own. Or make your own from scratch. I won't be offended.

 

Hero Name: Name
Playbook: Playbook
Looks: Bearded?
Moment of Truth: Not Unlocked Yet
Potential: O O O O O

 

None Yet

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Conditions: None

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Danger: 0
Freak: 0
Savior: 0
Superior: 0
Mundane: 0

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• I really like ____.
• I dislike _____.

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DIRECTLY ENGAGE A THREAT
When you directly engage a threat, roll + Danger. On a hit, trade blows. On a 10+, pick two. On a 7-9, pick one.
• resist or avoid their blows
• take something from them
• create an opportunity for your allies
• impress, surprise, or frighten the opposition

UNLEASH YOUR POWERS
When you unleash your powers to overcome an obstacle, reshape your environment, or extend your senses, roll + Freak. On a hit, you do it. On a 7-9, mark a condition or the GM will tell you how the effect is unstable or temporary.

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Insert Extras Here

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• Name
• Name
• Name

 

• Every Adult

 

Hero Name: Name
Playbook: Playbook
Looks: Bearded?
Moment of Truth: Not Unlocked Yet
Potential: O O O O O

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Conditions: None

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Danger: 0
Freak: 0
Savior: 0
Superior: 0
Mundane: 0

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• I really like ____.
• I dislike _____.

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• Name
• Name
• Name

 

• Every Adult

Or if you want something a bit more complicated, below is a quick example of a reference template. You are free to use it if you wish, but it is not required for this game. Feel free to improve on the design as well!

 

Template

<name>	<playbook>	Labels	Powers	Influence	Conditions
Look:	Moves DescriptionMove Name Unique ???	Danger 0 Freak 0 Savior 0 Superior 0 Mundane 0	Abilities (list abilities) Potential: 0 Advancement: None	Name Me/Them/Both - -	-2 to comfort or support someone or pierce the maskAngry No -2 to directly engageAfraid No -2 to provoke someone or assess the situationGuilty No -2 to unleash your powersHopeless No -2 to stand in defense or reject what others say about you or the worldInsecure No

Example

Questionable	Beacon	Labels	Powers	Influence	Conditions
Look: shifting, asian, smiling face, comfy clothes, stylish costume	Moves Roll Savior instead of Danger standing against heavy fireSuck it, Domitian Spend 2 from team pool to add +2 when helping a teammateWon't Let You Down Drives Kiss someone dangerous Help teammate when most needed Save a teammate's life Travel to an incredible place/time	Danger -1 Freak -1 Savior 2 Superior 1 Mundane 2	Abilities Phasing Acrobatics Potential: 0 Advancement: None	Name Me/Them/Both Unity Them Barrier Man Me Freddy Both	-2 to comfort or support someone or pierce the maskAngry No -2 to directly engageAfraid No -2 to provoke someone or assess the situationGuilty No -2 to unleash your powersHopeless No -2 to stand in defense or reject what others say about you or the worldInsecure No

[hafrogman]

Starevna Art by katalean Hero Name: Starevna Legal Name: Anastasia Michaels Playbook: What kind of villain are they? grandiose tyrant What is your relationship with them like? full of denial They have an array of abilities, assets, and strengths; what are some of them? endless minions, unrivaled genius, powerful allies What abilities do you use to fight them? impressive martial prowess, cosmic energiesThe Scion (Unbound) Description: Anastasia might appear to be a fairly non-descript fifteen year-old girl at first glance, a little short, a little skinny. Her Russian accent has mostly faded under an onslaught of American media and classmates, but the occasional word crops up when she gets over excited. Her chestnut hair falls to the middle of her back, usually in untamed waves. Her clothing might be generously described as 'thrift store chic', compiled from whatever hand-me downs, cast-offs and second-hand items she has accumulated. But it's all comfortable and well cared for. She hasn't really had the time (or funds) to put together a costumed alter-ego... but then people pretty much know who she is already. So what's the point? Despite being raised as a (semi-literal) princess, Ana has managed to maintain a plain-spoken, down-to-earth attitude. Coming back home with her mom and living in her aunt's spare bedroom has probably helped a lot with that. She can be a little impetuous at times, sometimes high strung, but always a fast and loyal friend to those who can put up with the inherent... oddities of her life. Goals: Self Discovery - Like many (most?) teenagers, Anastasia is still seeking her own identity. As a child, everything you do and are is governed by your parents and your relationship with them. Doubly so when your father is No, it's not a typo. Tsar like the old... you know what? It makes more sense in Cyrillic.Megatsar. As a teenager, even more people begin to pile expectations onto you. Teachers, friends, relatives. Everybody thinks they know who you are, who you should become. But Ana is ready to find her own path. To learn about who she wants to become by living life and making choices. Potential - Ana may not have asked for these powers, and they can certainly be a burden. But they are a part of her... and everyone's telling her not to use them. (Except for dad, but he has his own ideas about how she should use them that she's not necessarily down with) "It's too dangerous". "You don't know what might happen". Anastasia knows she is not some action figure to be kept in its packaging forever lest it lose its value. She wants an excuse opportunity to cut loose, to see what she can really do. She doesn't want to hurt people or destroy things... but you'll never really know what you can do unless you face real challenges, right? Background: I think that many kids, when their parents get divorced, wonder if its their fault. Or... maybe not fault, but if there was something they could have done to prevent it, you know? Not me. When my dad declared himself High Emperor of the Sol System and All Surrounding Galactic Environs? I think that was what opened the first cracks in their marriage. My mom's story is pretty standard I suppose. She met a boy in college, they got married and eventually I came along. Of course, when it turned out that the boy in question was the son of a warlord turned premier-for-life of a The People's Republic of Tunguska declared its independence from Russia in the late 90s, and much to the surprise of the West, was not immediately crushed under the heel of the Motherland.tiny isolated nation carved out of Siberia... that was a little unusual. When Dedushka (Uh, that's my grandad. Dad's dad, anyways.) passed away, dad took over. Dad had always been a little... kooky. I guess most kids think that about their parents, but he took it to extremes, you know? I think I was about 9 or 10 the first time he tried to conquer America? I'm not exactly sure, I didn't really find out about it until later. You might ask yourself, 'How does a tiny land-locked nation in Siberia have the people, money or resources to attempt to invade the local Stop-n-Slurp, let alone a global superpower?'. Well... a little over a hundred years ago something fell out of the sky over Tunguska. The Soviets built a secret research lab on top of the shatter remains of... whatever. Grandad leveraged all the secrets and tech from the lab and blackmailed the Russians into leaving him alone. Dad set his sights a little bigger. Like... 'High Emperor of the Sol System and All Surrounding Galactic Environs' big. So where was I? Oh right, the divorce. Mom was never quite sold on the who semi-benevolent dictator thing. But I think it was the human experiments that finally broke the proverbial camel's back. Did I not mention the human experiments yet? Oh. Well, you see, that's where I come in. Puberty hit me like a brick. Also... I started bleeding cosmic radiation all over the place. Turns out that dear old dad had been sneaking Or comet? Asteroid? Whatever.meteorite dust into everything I ate, drank or touched for pretty much my whole life. Previous experiments on live subjects had hit a wall with absorption rates, so he figured he'd get better results starting from scratch, as it were. So where was I? Oh yeah, the divorce. A couple weeks after that all came out, Mom and I were on the first plane back to Halcyon City and my dad was left with nothing but some hastily signed paperwork. Of course, mom doesn't have a job or even any work history or references. So for now the two of us are crammed into the spare bedroom of Aunt Lena's apartment. It ain't much... but it's home. RP Sample:   Quinceañera Lima bean surprise? Anastasia Michaels looked down at her lunch tray in horror and disbelief. Hadn't they already served lima beans this week? It was her birthday! Shouldn't she get to eat cake? Or at least pizza, or something. But the institutionalized beurocracy that was high school cafeteria food cared not for such things as birthdays. Dejected, she slunk to the table that already seated a number of her friends and picked listlessly at her food. Okay. I can't have Cavalry, but can we at least bring Double Mac back? Mackenzie quietly looked up and then pushed a small Tupperware container towards Ana. "Happy birthday!" Ana shot a small, quizzical expression towards the other girl before cautiously popping open the lid to reveal... brownies! Except... Mackenzie MacArthur was a legendarily bad baker. Still, she'd remembered Ana's birthday, and chocolate was chocolate. Besides, anything was better than lima bean surprise. Oblivious to Ana's momentary hesitation, Double Mac blithely continued, "My mom baked 'em!" Overcome with gratitude (and no small amount of relief), Ana quickly snatched up a brownie and took a single, deliciously fudgy bite. That was when the screams erupted from the courtyard outside, and the rest of the brownie fell forgotten to the tray as Ana sprung to her feet. "Psst." Mackenzie's girlfriend Siobhan hissed franticly, trying to catch Ana's attention. "You're glowing again!" Ana glanced down to see tell-tale blue motes scintillating around her clenched fists. She looked around frantically, but luckily the lunchroom monitor's attention was fixated on whatever was happening outside and her infraction hadn't been noticed. She forced her hands back open and rubbed her palms on her jeans, trying to will away the cosmic energies at her command. Sort of at her command... most of the time. Last month she'd gotten in a shouting match with Stephanie Aarons and accidentally melted a hole in her desk. The school had made mom pay for a new one... something they could not afford right now. "Right. Right." Ana chanted to herself as a reminder. "No powers at school." Still... something was happening outside. You got three kinds of people in this kind of situation. Some kids were moving away from the entrances as quickly as possible, no desire to get caught up in whatever. Some kids just stayed at their tables and quietly ate their lima bean surprise. Same crap, different day. The third type was too curious by half and started moving towards the commotion, eager to see something go down. Ana joined this last group as they pushed past the teachers futilely attempting to stem the tide of onlookers. Eventually she made it to the front to see most of the courtyard cleared of people as the school's security guard stood facing off with a woman. Well... 'seven-foot tall demoness' is probably a better description. The guard was trembling, but standing his ground and pointing his taser gun at the lady in question. *Don't do it. You'll just make her mad.* But the guard payed no attention to Ana's unspoken advice and pulled the trigger. Two tiny darts flew out and embedded themselves in the woman's grey military uniform. She snorted contemptuously and snatched at the wires pulsing with electricity, yanking them out and casting them aside without so much as blinking. Then she closed in on the guard with murder in her eyes. *Gods. She's going to kill him...* "Lt. Chernika!" Ana was a bit surprised to hear her own voice call out. She had stepped out of the comfortable anonymity of the crowd and was now very much the center of attention. Everybody's eyes turned to fixate on her... including those of the seven-foot tall demoness who stepped forward and dropped to one knee, head lowered, fist clenched across her heart. "Tsarevna!" Ana cringed awkwardly at the greeting. That would be fun to explain away later. "I'm not his little princess anymore, lieutenant." She tried to catch the eyes of the temporarily forgotten security guard and frantically jerked her head, gesturing for him to get out of sight. Then a couple of pieces clicked into place. "Please tell me he didn't send you here just because its my birthday..." "He does not see fit to reveal all His plans to me..." Chernika looked up with an unpleasantly toothy grin, "But now that you mention it, I do have a delivery for you." She fished into a pouch and extracted a small, gift-wrapped package before handing it over. "He does know that mail is a thing, right?" "He will not trust such a corrupt government with his private messages." Ana sighed and took the package, turning it over in her hands. "Very well. You have made your delivery. Can I trust you to leave in peace before anyone else gets hurt?" Chernika only sneered in response, rising to her feet and flicking her gaze to the only partially forgotten guard. Then she stared upwards into the distant skies as if able to see capes fluttering in the distance. Reluctantly, she looked down at Ana once more, then nodded. "I will go. I have... other business to attend to." Anastasia Michaels watched as her father's trusted lieutenant disappeared in a puff of smoke, and did her best to ignore the stares of her classmates as she returned to her seat and long-forgotten lunch. She dropped the present next to her tray and slumped down. "So..." Mackenzie began awkwardly, "Do you want to open it? Find out what it is?" "It's an iTunes giftcard." Ana sighed heavily. "It's always an iTunes giftcard." Why: I enjoyed my stint in my solo game, but the lack of teammates was felt. Interacting with other players is one of my favorite parts of gaming, and it feels hard-baked into this system even more so than others. I would enjoy the chance to experience MASKS as part of a group.

OOC   Rolls and Actions Placeholder   Character Sheet The Basics Hero Name: Starevna Real Name: Anastasia Michaels Playbook: The Scion Look: Caucasian Female, Slender Body, Hand-Me-Down Clothing, No Costume (yet) Labels Danger [+1] Freak [0] Savior [+1] Superior [0] Mundane [+1] Conditions [ ] Afraid (-2 to directly engage a threat) [ ] Angry (-2 to comfort or support or pierce the mask) [ ] Guilty (-2 to provoke someone or assess the situation) [ ] Hopeless (-2 to unleash your powers) [ ] Insecure (-2 to defend someone or reject others’ influence) Potential [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] Abilities Impressive Martial Prowess Cosmic Energies Moves When you defend someone who doesn’t believe in you, you can always take Influence over them, even on a miss.I'll show them When you accuse an enemy of being irredeemable, you can mark two conditions to take Influence over you away from them. When you directly engage someone who has no Influence over you, you can always choose 1 additional option, even on a missThey don't deserve forgiveness When you put on a flamboyant display of your powers, roll + Superior. On a 7-9, name one NPC present. On a 10+, name two NPCs present. The named NPCs must either volunteer help or information, express admiration, or ask for your help, GM’s choice. On a miss, your display catches someone watching in the wrong way.Time for the show When you share a triumphant celebration with someone, ask them what they admire about you. The GM will shift one of your Labels up and one down based on what they say. When you share a vulnerability or weakness with someone, mark a condition, give them Influence over you, and mark potential. Team moves Respect My father's greatest enemy: _The Liberty Belt_ (Respect: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Advancement: [ ]) My father's greatest victim: _Weasel_ (Respect: [X][ ][ ][ ] Advancement: [ ]) My personal idol: _Angel_ (Respect: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Advancement: [ ]) The city's greatest leader: _Thomas Tree_ (Respect: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Advancement: [ ]) The city's greatest hero: ________ (Respect: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Advancement: [ ]) The city's biggest celebrity: ________ (Respect: [ ][ ][ ][ ] Advancement: [ ]) When you seek out one of the characters named above, roll + Savior. On a hit, you find them where you expected to. On a 7-9, they’re juggling their own problems, and may not have time for you. On a miss, when you find them, the situation is dire; the GM will tell you how. If you earn Influence over the characters listed above, instead you mark 1 Respect. If you lose Influence over the characters listed above, you lose 1 Respect. If you lose 1 Respect and you have none marked, you immediately mark a condition, GM’s choice. The first time you reach 4 Respect on an individual, take an advancement. While you have 4 Respect on an individual: You can reject their Influence at a +3 (does not stack with the above). You take +1 to a Label of their choice. (record it next to their name) If you dip below 4 Respect on an individual, you lose those benefits. Relationships _Weasel_is the only one who understands what I’m going through; I told them which part of me I wished was more like my father. My father once fought and thrashed _Brutalizer_; I’ve got to find a way to make it up to them. Influence Originally Posted by The Scion This team may be the key to proving you’re different from your parent, but you don’t want to be defined by your peers, either. Give Influence to 2 teammates. Has influence over me: Apocalypse Fox Brutalizer I have influence over: Brutalizer

Notes   Advancement [X] - Take a move from another playbook (Time for the show) [ ] - [ ] - [ ] - [ ] -   Dramatis Personae Note: I haven't been as diligent about keeping track of people from Star's backstory as I should have been. There may be posts and OOC discussions that use different names, but I can't find them. This list is now the Official Source of Truth™. Mom - aka Adriana Michaels aka High Empress of the Sol System and All Surrounding Galactic Environs (Former) - Works with Danny's mom at a local diner. Dad - aka Aleksander Agafonov aka Megatsar aka High Emperor of the Sol System and All Surrounding Galactic Environs - Professional supervillain. Aunt Lena - aka Lena Davidson (Nee Michaels) - Divorced. Owner (and primary tenant) of the apartment where Ana and her mom are staying. Chernika - Lieutenant serving Megatsar. Mackenzie MacArthur - Bestie. Siobahn - Bestie's girlfriend. A.J. Morgan - Muckraking lead reporter (only reporter) for Citizen Watch, an online anti-super hate channel.

[wodine]

Brutalizer "What’s up, nerds?" Brutalizer the Bull Hero Name: Brutalizer (but my mom calls me Honey Pot). It’s Brutalizer. Just Brutalizer. Or Danny. Oh, umm. I mean Dan. Or Daniel. Yeah. Daniel. You’re not my mom, don’t call me Honey Pot. Playbook: The Bull. Description:   Halcyon City Learner’s Permit Name: Daniel Fackelhuvud   UNDER 21 UNTIL APRIL 11, 2027   DMV ID: 1112 554 DV   -----   301 ½ Coldrun Lane ORGAN DONOR Halcyon City   -----   DOB: APRIL 11, 2005   Sex: M   HGT: 6’ 1”   WGT: 175   HAIR: RED   EYES: BWN   CLASS: C Exp: APRIL 11, 2022 Danny sat at the folding table in study hall. He hated study hall. It was boring. He had his learners permit in his hands, looking at the picture. His head looked weird on his broad shoulders, and he had a goofy crooked smile, and his spiky red and yellow hair was all askew and it looked like he had rolled around in a hay field before going to the DMV. Danny was allergic to hay. He looked at the dates. He knew he should take the test, but it didn’t matter anyway. They didn’t have a car – mom took the bus to work, and Danny took the school bus – or ran in the mornings before soccer practice. You’d think the jerks on the team would offer him a ride, but noooo. Sometimes some of the guys on the football team would offer him a ride – the quarterback lived just around the block, or Angel would pick him up in their dad’s beat up old pickup when their dad was busy at work. Danny sighed before he slid the permit into his otherwise empty wallet and wished, just for a moment, that instead being the good tough guy who beat up villains he could be the bad tough guy who robbed banks. Goals: I’m a tough guy and I want everyone to know it, and the best way to do that is beating up the villains. Background:   Daniel sat listening to music as his body jostled up and down with the rhythm of the yellow school bus. He had his legs pulled up on the seat and starred out the window, lost in his thoughts the sounds of the music all but drowning out the constant thrumming of the bus’s engine and the sound of voices quietly talking in those pre-dawn moments when sleep still tugged at everyone’s eyelids. There will be blood, run for your life Go on and say, go on and say your last goodbye There will be blood, you're gonna die You'll never make it, never make it through the night Daniel shifted in his seat, his mind wandering… • Who changed you? Was I changed, or was I always a freak? I remember the first time I did something freaky; it was after soccer practice. Maybe there had been something in the water? Maybe it was something in those energy drinks coach gave to us? I dunno. • How did you escape from them? I remember the running though. After it happened, I just ran and ran. I’ve been on the soccer team for years, and I remember running home in the rain – I’d never felt so wet and cold and alone… Don’t turn away, turn away from our broken love I know it's hard, but we've come this far And if we want to hold on, we better cling on tight • Who, outside the team, tries to take care of you now? Mom – Mom does the best she can. It’s been just the two of us for as long as I can remember. She works as a waitress at the Over Easy Diner. She’s been sick lately… she’s been sick a lot lately. Angel says I shouldn’t worry about it. Angel is my best friend. I don’t know where I’d be or what I'd do without them. • Why do you try to be a hero? Doesn’t everyone want to be a hero? I mean – it proves how strong you are and everyone has to like you, right? Right? No, I guess not. A lot of people are afraid of heroes. They say its because we’re dangerous, but I think its because they’re jealous and they can’t control us so they get mad. And that makes me mad sometimes. But I’m tough, so I’ve gotta protect everyone, especially people like mom and Angel, because they can’t always protect themselves. Dreams last so long Even after you're gone I know that you love me And soon you will see You were meant for me And I was meant for you • Why do you care about the team? They need protecting too. Sometimes more than everyone else – I’ve seen them charge headlong into all sorts of dangerous scenarios, and I’m right there with them, leading the charge. Every hit I take, is a hit they don’t have to. Always knew you Even when I didn't know you Don't make sense, but it do I was on my way to you The bus rumbled to a stop. Daniel stepped off the bus and pulled his ever so uncool wired on ear headphones off his ears at the sight of his best friend who had just climbed out of the next bus over. Hey Angel! Hey Danny, what were you listening to? Oh... uh... you know the new Mastodon album. Aye, Mentiroso Whatever, did you do the science homework? Roleplaying Sample: Player Sample! GM Sample! Supers Sample! Why? I’ve been trying to get into PbtA game for a while but so far, no dice. Who doesn’t want to be a superhero, and once upon a time I taught High School, so I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of that just loves the self-absorbed enormity of teenaged life. Have you ever seen prom season from the outside? Hysterical.

Character Sheet   Hero Name: You're not my Mom.Brutalizer Real Name: Danny Fackelhuvud Playbook: The Bull Looks: White Eh, Almost.Man, Tall, lean, well built, with battered hands – Casual clothing or a My Mom helped me make it.simple costume. Moment of Truth: Not Unlocked Yet Potential: O O O O O   None Yet Conditions: None Danger: +2 Freak: +1 Savior: 0 Superior: +1 Mundane: -1 Relationships _Weasel__ is your love. You’ve opened up to them about the worst parts of your past. ___Starevna__ is your rival. They tried to control you at a crucial moment. Defender: When you leap to defend your love or rival in battle, roll + Danger instead of + Savior to defend them. Chosen Playbook Moves There when it matters: When you defend someone, on a hit you can hold 1 instead of choosing one from the list. Spend your hold when they are in danger later to arrive on the scene ready to help. Physics? What physics?: When you unleash your powers to barrel through an insurmountable barrier, roll + Danger instead of + Freak. DIRECTLY ENGAGE A THREAT When you directly engage a threat, roll + Danger. On a hit, trade blows. On a 10+, pick two. On a 7-9, pick one. • resist or avoid their blows • take something from them • create an opportunity for your allies • impress, surprise, or frighten the opposition UNLEASH YOUR POWERS When you unleash your powers to overcome an obstacle, reshape your environment, or extend your senses, roll + Freak. On a hit, you do it. On a 7-9, mark a condition or the GM will tell you how the effect is unstable or temporary. Extras When you share a triumphant celebration with someone, make them your love or rival immediately to mark potential. If they are already your love or rival, take Influence over them and mark potential. When you share a vulnerability or weakness with someone, give them Influence and hold 2. Spend that hold to help them as if it were Team in the pool. Influences   • Starevna • Weasel • Name   • Every Adult • Starevna • Weasel

[Mitsubachi]

 

Hero Name: Honeybee (Kelly Suzuki)
Playbook: Beacon
Looks: Asian girl, slender, athletic, pretty face, stylish clothes, stylish costume
Moment of Truth: Not Unlocked Yet
Potential: O O O O O
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Conditions: None
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Danger: -1
Freak: -1
Savior: +2
Superior: 0
Mundane: +2
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• I really like ____.
• I dislike _____.

Abilities: martial arts and acrobatics (with swingline)

Moves:
“Straight up Creepin” – use Mundane to scope a place / persuade a person
“Suck it, Domitian” – use Saviour to directly engage a threat

Backstory:



Kelly is a Japanese-American high school student, living in a nice neighbourhood of the city. She is a budding journalist, writing for the school newspaper, and also a star on the school gymnastics team. But Kelly is also secretly schooled in martial arts, and is accompanied by the tiny Miraculous creature, Pollen.



Kelly was selected for the task of defending Halcyon City against evil, by Master Miyagi Ryu – a retired superhero and her grandfather. He is keeper of the Miraculous Guardians; magical creatures that can give super powers. He also trained her and instilled a strong sense of justice. Not only does she feel a duty to use these gifts to do right, she desperately wants to impress the ancient master, AND she enjoys the confidence and just really awesome powers of her alter-ego.

Transformed into Honeybee, Kelly has enhanced speed, agility and reflexes – and with a real sting to her kicks and punches! She also carries a magical yo-yo that can act as a swingline for superhuman movement.

Relationships:
____________ is awesome and Kelly takes every chance to hang out with him/her
Kelly has got to prove herself to Master Miyagi before she can feel like a real hero

Influence Over Me:
(Kelly is so excited to be here. ALL her teammates have influence over her…)
Brutalizer / Danny Fackelhuvud
Starevena / Anastasia Michaels
All adults

Drives:
Earn the respect of a hero you admire
Make out with a teammate
Help a teammate when they most need you
Take down a threat all on your own

[Seeks]

The Audacious Apocalypse Fox! Hero Name: Apocalypse Fox Real Name: Dana Marie Cooper Playbook: The Outsider Look: Woman - Animalistic Body - Animalistic Eyes - Flashy Clothing - No Costume Description: 5' / 154 cm anthropomorphic vixen. Short-cut and stylish outfit (weather permitting). Prefer cool, earthy colors for casual attire. Can also shapeshift, especially into a human guise of Gaelic descent. Accent is somewhere between New Yorker and Southern drawl; an Irish accent peeks out when very emotional. Tomboy that says bad words and has bad habits. Might not be a mere mutant? See attachments for more references. Goals: Stop the hurters. Keep the nice ones safe, or avenge them if it comes to it. Learn to get attached to people again. Be a teen girl in a stable world. Backstory Where did you come from? An alternate, paranormal, post-apocalyptic Earth. Why did you come to this Earth? Because her nemesis threw her across space-time, and she's stuck here. Why do you want to stay here (at least for now)? This stable Earth is cool, and could use more heroes. And to feel like a normal teenager. Why do your people want you to come home? They need heroes like her, even if she doesn't realize or accept that fact. Why do you care about the team? They're her friends good people, and put up with her attitude and lack of mercy for villains. Relationships You've been learning about this Earth by spending time with _____. You have a crush on Danny but you keep it under wraps. When Our Team First Came Together... We didn’t trust each other at first, but that changed. How? Why? "You all trusted me first, duhhh. In spite of first impressions."

Character Sheet Potential [X] [X] [X] [_] [_] Conditions [_] Afraid (-2 to directly engage a threat) [X] Angry (-2 to comfort or support or pierce the mask) [_] Guilty (-2 to provoke someone or assess the situation) [X] Hopeless (-2 to unleash your powers) [X] Insecure (-2 to defend someone or reject others’ influence) Influence: Over Dana If you're haughty, you think you're better than them. Give no one Influence. If you're cheerful, you're thrilled to be here. Give everyone Influence over you.Current Demeanor: Haughty Adults - "Begrudgingly." Lilith - "I can't stand her. She reminds me too much of my worst aspects." Influence: Over Others Starevna (Ana) - "I'm a wild card against this Earth's hero / villain dichotomy, allegedly." Weasel - "...if we ever meet again, I'm not letting go." Lilith - "Danny isn't her toy. She knows that now. Sucks to be her." Brutalizer (Danny) - "Respect's a two-way street. So why is he meeting me halfway?"   Abilities Wings sprouting from her back or arms, or just turning into an animal that can flyFlight High threshold for pain and injury, and heals much faster through rest and medical treatment than a normal personPretty Tough Woodland animals, or her specific human disguiseRadical Shapeshifting Arcane plasma pistol (has "stun" and "kill" settings), monomolecular-edged hunting knifeAlien Weaponry Parkour / freerunning, Spider-Sense-esque dodging and reflexes when aware of danger, fox-like pouncing and leaping; taken from The BeaconAcrobatics Can smell clearly-supernatural creatures and powers, can sense magnetic north, temporary time dilation (but must use other powers to act upon it); taken from The JanusSuperhuman Senses Labels (+1 bonus at character creation: Danger) Danger: +1 Freak: +2 Savior: -2 Superior: +3 Mundane: -1 Moves When you openly disregard or undermine an important Earth custom in favor of one of your own people's customs, shift Superior up and any other Label down.Alien Ways When you comfort or support someone by telling them how they exemplify the best parts of Earth, roll +Freak instead of +Mundane.The Best Of Them When you talk about home, roll +Freak. On a 10+, choose two. On a 7~9, choose one. During the conversation, you: (Confess a flaw of your home; add 1 Team to the pool) (Mislead them about your home; take Influence over them) (Describe the glories of your home; clear a condition). On a miss, you inadvertently reveal more about yourself than planned; tell them a secret or vulnerability you haven't shared with Earthlings before now.Not So Different After All Team Moves When you share a meaningful celebration with someone, take Influence over them if you show them meaningful affection, physical or emotional. They decide if it's meaningful. When you share a vulnerability or weakness with someone, they tell you what you should do to fit in more. Take +1 forward to do it, and mark Potential if you do. Moment of Truth Not unlocked yet, shh. ;3   Choose two new abilities from At GM's discretion, was allowed to pick an ability each from two different playbooksany playbook as you come into your own (Acrobatics from Beacon, Superhuman Senses from Janus)

Letters From The Editor Why: I love PbtA games, Teen Titans was awesome, and Masks fits such a genre like a glove. The game seems less about "will your heroes survive?" so much as "what happens if they fail?". That stands out to me more than Mutants & Masterminds. I'd love to see what kind of heroics we get ourselves into.   I'm a five-foot-somethin' furry. What else do y'need? Alright, I guess I'll offer more for yer l'il interview thing. I'm not a *strong* fox, but I'm sure as sugah a fast one. My muscles are toned from swimmin' in the Erie Canal, among other athletic exploits over th'years. I tend t'like earthy colors, greens n' what-not. At least I think it's green. Color blindness n' all. I can at least tell what blue is, and I like that color too. Stuff that's short n' cute and not restrictive, s'long as it ain't winter. 'Tween you n' me, I wear it for you hairless apes an' yer modest eyes... and t'look cool, I guess. I've also got a nice pair a' boots on from time to time. And my rucksack. There was a picture y'all snapped of me when y'found my tail, right? Oh yeah, speakin' of. I'm also a shapeshifter, and y'all have a pic of my human disguise too. Mutie of many talents, right? As long as I don't have to wear something as girly-girl as that salvaged shirt, ye gawds. So like, that and my leather gear photo should be attached to whatever you're recording this on. I'm told I talk like a N'Yawker, with outdated slang that belongs in the early 00s. Others say I talk like a redneck. Truth's always somewhere in th'middle with two extremes, right? Oh, my piece ain't armed right now. Dis slate-colored plastic-n'-metal pistol with the toony fox keychain. Or th'cool all-metal fox one. I swap between 'em. Y'all had a hard time pryin' my keepsake blaster from my bony fingers, that much I know. Was a gift from my dad. Mixed feelings on daddy dearest. Long story. See, I get a bit... antsy when up against th'wall. N' violent. It's a rough wasteland I'm from, and I sorta lose control, y'know? I've seen some sh-- stuff. I'll save that for the background part of this interview. But just know this: the last thing I wanna see is someone get hurt, if they don't deserve it. Doubly so if I give a damn about 'em. I'm an impulsive l'il bundle of bad words and bad habits. I betcha wouldn't believe me if I toldja how many nights a' sleep I've lost when I couldn't save someone. When I try my damnedest to, and I still fu-- mess up, or I'm too late to save 'em. ...@#$%. Next question. I've yapped enough about dis.   Already told ya. I jus' wanna make sure that jerks don't get t'hurt anyone else, ever again. Don't mistake me for a good l'il woodland critter. I just hate critters that are worse than I am, right? Turning people into puddles of goo doesn't jive with the whole "good person" spiel. And yes, I won't turn anyone else into puddles if I don't have to. Restraint doesn't getcha far after the apocalypse, but this Earth sure looks like a stable society to me. Wanna know the sick thing about it? Huntin' bad guys and bad creatures is easy. It's like a game for me. So I'd rather use my gun fu and shapeshiftin' powers to keep people safe. I'm a devil to those who deserve it, but a guardian angel to those who don't. Again, truth is somewhere in th' middle. Fallen angel or somethin'. And hell, maybe I could use some real pals, and t'be an actually good friend for once. Get someone I can really trust, instead a' runnin' away and bein' an aloof jerk. But who wants t'put up with my horsesh-- horse... spit? Whatever. I just wanna care about someone for once, without worryin' if I'll see them with glazed-over eyes in a pool of their own blood! DAMMIT! ...look. I've lost enough people in my life. I've seen enough dece people die, and I've only just had my sweet sixteen a couple months ago. I feel like I'm a jaded old bitch by now. Instead of a cool car an' a slumber party, I got a can of decades-old cola and a tarnished huntin' knife. Not that I'm complainin', but... y'know. Much as I don't wanna admit it? I'm startin' to wonder if keepin' my heart cold n' closed off really ain't good for me, after all. And trust me, I'd love to be a proper kid in a world that isn't overgrown an' broken. But if you leak a single word of me bein' soft? Well, I've forgotten more ways t'remove appendages than I'd care to admit. I'm still a child soldier of my own accord, pal.   I've talked yer ear off already. I'll try to keep this part brief. Key word: try. Give ya the Sparknotes n' all. That exists in this timeline, right? I'm from another Earth, far as I can tell. Another timeline or somethin'. The world ended nearly fifty years ago. Not from nukes, not from a zombie virus, not from robots. The paranormal rose up, shut off most of the world's electricity, killed a lotta folk with a mutating plague, and monsters started spillin' out of the dark. I've got a feelin' I'm one of those monsters, despite my dad always tellin' me that I was just a mutant fox. I don't remember much of my childhood. I was alone till I was eight, and a lot less like people than I am now. Dad said he found me raidin' his chicken coop. I don't remember much till my tenth birthday. I just remember takin' shots of... somethin'. He was a doctor, and he said they were vaccines. These days, I don't believe him. I'm made of sterner stuff than a human girl my age. Y'know, unless teenage girls can stay standing after bein' popped full a' lead, and heal from those bullet wounds in a couple days as if nothin' happened. I don' think y'all have vaccines for lead poisoning, right? Didn't matter if I wised up a l'il. He was my dad; I was his daughter. He didn't treat me like a guinea pig. Thirteenth birthday, he gave me my blaster. Said I might need it as I got older, an' that th'world outside our cabin in the woods wasn't a nice place. It's not what his future ex told me. I've got great instincts, of course. How else would I've survived on my own till I was eight years old? But bein' a city-slicker in the crumbling ruins was a whole 'nother ballpark. ...and I had t'find that out the hard way. Dad had enemies. If you must know? They caught up t'him in the winter, when I was fourteen. Raiders. They mulched him at breakfast, and sent their attack mutt in to try n' finish the job. Whatever that quack drugged me with, I survived the stray lead and put down Fido. And... and I learned right quick how t'kill humans, when their mongrel didn't come back. It wasn't the same as meltin' a beer can or blastin' a deer for dinner. I was alone. Bloodied, sobbing, scared and angry and feelin' pretty damn hopeless. I couldn't stay. I packed my things, buried my old man out in th'back, and trudged through th'snow. I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate dogs. I changed for the worst. I hunted the kinds of freaks who slew my father. Your average violent gun nut didn't stand a chance to my wits, my blaster an' my powers. Killin' got easy. But losin' people never did. I'd made enemies. That's how I got here, too. There was always that one creep who got away. Some psyker warlord callin' himself The Maestro. I thought I had him that last time we fought. The jerk threw me into some kind of portal machine. Last-ditch effort to get rid of me, 'cause I knew it was on the fritz. The tech cult that I worked with from time to time wanted it stolen or totaled. Anything t'get it out of that freak's clutches. Y'know that sayin', "the grass is greener on the other side"? Turns out the grass of this Earth makes the grass back home look like the burnt yellow stuff in summer. Is it yellow? Y'know. Colorblind. Warm colors n' green all blend together for me, so I'm told. But hey! Could be worse. I'd rather be chucked into this comic book Earth than be thrown into some totally bizarro dimension. Or torn apart by the molecule. I doubt I could recover from that. Just sayin', I adapt to the unknown. And if it'll help folks here sleep safe n' sound at night? Well, I'll earn my keep. Fight life n' death to save a friend. Put my man-melting plasma gun on its stun setting. All that jazz. Just spare me the matching spandex, by God and science.

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Weasel Character Sheet Hero Name: Weasel Playbook: The Delinquent Looks: Man - Hispanic/Latino - Untrusting Eyes - Ragged Clothes - No Costume Moment of Truth: Not Unlocked Yet Potential: X X X O O Abilities: Teleportation and tricks illusions   None Yet Background:   How did you get your powers? I mean, I’ve had them since as long as I can remember. Inherited them from my parents, got a little of both worlds in me. What do you do for fun? Like, I know I’m not supposed to anymore, but everyone has to have their side hustles, right? So I guess, making money however is how I make my fun. Cuz what’s more fun than money? Who, outside the team, thinks better of you than you do? My parents were the ones I always looked up to. They saw me as someone who could become better than them, even. But their views on that were a little skewed. The Man’s helped me see that. From Day One, he’s been trying to get me to do better, be better. He sees a lot in me, and I always appreciate that, though it can get embarrassing sometimes. So, uh, yeah, I’d say The Man. Why do you try to be a hero? A lot of people don’t think I can. They say all apples don’t fall far from the tree. That I’m just gonna end up same place as my parents some day. I’m gonna shut them all up. I also got a lot to atone for, for how my parents acted. The Man said I can never change the past, only my present. So, the more good I do now, the more I can help the future. And the more those people will shut up, hopefully. Why do you care about the team? I don’t think I can manage a lot of this alone. It’ll be good to have people my age, going through the same steps I am, to kind of see how to. There weren’t many good examples growing up, so to see others like me, just warming up to what change they can do to the world, that’s why I stay with them. To help me grow, and maybe I can help them too, so they see not everyone committing crimes is bad, and everyone can change. Conditions: None Danger: 0 Freak: +1 Savior: -1 Superior: +2 Mundane: +1 Relationships • You keep trying to impress Apocalypse Fox with your antics. • You and Brutalizer pulled an awesome (if illegal) stunt together. Chosen Playbook Moves When you assess the situation, you can always ask one of the following questions, even on a miss: - what here is useful or valuable to me? - how could I best infuriate or provoke ____________? - what’s the best way in/way past?]Criminal Mind When you mislead, distract, or trick someone, roll + Superior. On a hit, they are fooled, at least for a moment. On a 10+, choose three. On a 7-9, choose two. - you get an opportunity - you expose a weakness or flaw - you confuse them for some time - you avoid further entanglement On a miss, you’re hopelessly embroiled in it and under pressure; mark a condition.Are you watching closely? Whenever you reject others’ Influence, add +2 to your roll.I don't care what you think! Influences   • Brutalizer   • Every Adult • Starevna • Brutalizer • Apocalypse Fox

Weasel Application   Hero Name: I go by Weasel. At least, that’s what my dad started calling me when I was young, because I liked to pop up and cause mischief, then it kinda stuck with my parents and all their friends. So I figure, why not? Playbook: The Delinquent (I can also alter this character to be the Beacon, if needed) Description:   A lot of people take a look at me and keep on moving. Yeah, I mean, I guess I get it. What’s the point of paying too much attention to some scrawny little Latino kid with a bit of an overbite, dressed too shabby to be nice, but kept too clean to be mean. I know if I was in their position, I wouldn’t give myself a second thought. And that’s how I like it, too. They’re so busy not paying attention to me, they never notice their pocket getting a little lighter. Though The Man said I’m not supposed to be doing that anymore. That he wouldn’t be “recommending me to a juvenile detention center”, ugh, as long as I stepped away from that life, focused on my grades and got into an extracurricular or two. But it’s hard not to. When the world is out there turning their nose up at you, why not take advantage of the fact that they’re not looking? I mean, it’s their choice, I’m just showing them the consequences of their own actions. If anything, I’m being nice, only taking a bit off the top. I know a lot of people who would do a lot worse. I grew up with a lot of people like that. My parents, jeez, my parents wouldn’t put up with that for a second. These people are lucky they’re not around. Goals:   The Man said one of my extracurriculars gotta be superheroing, so I’m here whether I like it or not. He calls it the “community service portion of my rehabilitation”, whatever that means. And I mean, besides that, I know there’s a lot of people who think I shouldn’t be allowed to do it. That I should be rotting away like my parents somewhere. So those people can suck it. Watch me be the best hero they’ve ever seen. Their kids are gonna be chanting my name someday, just watch. And, I mean, I don’t like saying this to a lot of people, so keep this quiet, but, I mean, when I actually stop and look, my parents did hurt a lot of people. It seemed all fun and games growing up, but The Man showed me some of the families who were affected by their actions. Some of them had kids growing up rougher than me. I don’t mind taking from the rich, those are the worst criminals, but I gotta do right by the people on my level. They didn’t deserve all of this. Background:   Growing up, life was wild and fast. Maybe you’ve heard of my parents, Pop and Snap? No? C’mon, they may have been lower level villians, but they got up to their share of trouble. Pop, my mum, she had the teleportation powers, while my dad, Snap, he had all these little tricks. Or illusions, I guess, whatever. I got a little from both sides, but yeah. C’mon, you must have heard of Snap, Crackle, and Pop though? Yeah, that trio. No, okay, I know they’re most know for that explosion downtown 6, 7 years ago, took out Uncle Crackle, and turned my parents from repeat offenders to lifers. But that was a complete accident, they didn’t mean for all that to happen. They’re thieves, not murderers, trust, and I’m gonna prove they were set up. But yeah, that was life a lot growing up, running heists with my parents before I could even walk proper. Even on the times they were both in the bin, there were always people in the villain community willing to take me in for a spell, as long as I could pull my weight. All that love and support though, gone when they went down for big time. Nobody wanted to be associated with mass murderers. So that just left little me, self-sufficient as you please, running hustles on ever corner downtown, and getting away with it too. Cops couldn’t keep their hands on me for more than a second, neither could social services. I was free. At least, until I picked the wrong pocket. Now, I know his name isn’t The Man, but I’m not trying to associate myself with some big time superhero. At least, not until I make my name myself proper first. But he did right by me. Could have dropping me in the nearest pen after catching me rifling through his wallet. But he didn’t. He took me in, gave me food and a roof, and he been trying to set me on a proper course, though I know it’s not always the easiest road for him. Got me in school now, lots of catching up to do, but I’m quick, so it’s not too hard. But yeah, he’s been like a second dad to me. I got a lot to thank him for, I just hope he knows how much I appreciate him. Background Questions:   How did you get your powers? I mean, I’ve had them since as long as I can remember. Inherited them from my parents, got a little of both worlds in me. What do you do for fun? Like, I know I’m not supposed to anymore, but everyone has to have their side hustles, right? So I guess, making money however is how I make my fun. Cuz what’s more fun than money? Who, outside the team, thinks better of you than you do? My parents were the ones I always looked up to. They saw me as someone who could become better than them, even. But their views on that were a little skewed. The Man’s helped me see that. From Day One, he’s been trying to get me to do better, be better. He sees a lot in me, and I always appreciate that, though it can get embarrassing sometimes. So, uh, yeah, I’d say The Man. Why do you try to be a hero? A lot of people don’t think I can. They say all apples don’t fall far from the tree. That I’m just gonna end up same place as my parents some day. I’m gonna shut them all up. I also got a lot to atone for, for how my parents acted. The Man said I can never change the past, only my present. So, the more good I do now, the more I can help the future. And the more those people will shut up, hopefully. Why do you care about the team? I don’t think I can manage a lot of this alone. It’ll be good to have people my age, going through the same steps I am, to kind of see how to. There weren’t many good examples growing up, so to see others like me, just warming up to what change they can do to the world, that’s why I stay with them. To help me grow, and maybe I can help them too, so they see not everyone committing crimes is bad, and everyone can change. Roleplaying Sample:   The sun had only begun to peek over the top of the buildings when Weasel squatted down at the end of his usual alleyway, hunched over the few wallets he had already managed to pocket during the early morning commute. His breath fogged the air in front of them, and he rubbed his hands together a few times quickly for warmth, before beginning the process of rifling through them, stuffing any money or valuables into one of the many pockets of his oversized jacket, and tossing aside the remnants. Sometimes, if the wallets seemed valuable enough in itself and had an address, he’d return it in hopes of a reward, with some manufactured story of finding it on the subway or bus, but he’d been burned a couple of times doing that already, so most of them just went straight in the dumpster. He slowly pulled out a picture of a small family out of one, a father, mother, and what looked like twin sons. He paused on it for a second, before stuffing the picture in his pocket as well and throwing the wallet aside. They looked happy, posed in front of a big lake, none of their smiles forced. It might be nice to look at later, if he was feeling down. Or, might be good for a sob story. The boys were young in the picture. He could easily pass for one grown up. He was on his last wallet, a dud, when a hand suddenly clamped down on his shoulder. He froze. He was usually more alert, how had he missed this person’s approach. Just from the size of the hand on his shoulder, he seemed bigger too. Should have noticed it, now he was screwed. He knew he could poof away easily, but something kept him tethered. Something about the grip, strong and sure. Or maybe the voice that now came from above his head, both firm and soothing. "See you’ve made it to mine," the voice rumbled, a low chuckle following his statement. "Don’t usually keep much in it. Don’t want people identifying me, in case I go down. Still, nimble hands you got. Almost didn’t track you down." Weasel trembled underneath his grasp, unable to speak, so the voice raised his hand and continued. " C’mon, stand up now, and hand it over. You’re not in trouble, I just want to get a look at you." Weasel, in shock, slowly stood and turned, wallet held in an outstretched hand. His eyes darted around the alley for a few moments, trying to eye an escape around the large mass in front of him, before his eyes finally rested on the man’s face. Wait, no. His mask. Wait, on now, it couldn’t be… "Yeah," The Man chuckled. "It is me. Glad to see I’ve got a fan. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today, or you might have a one way ticket to juvenile detention, young man." He took the wallet from the teen and absentmindedly stuck it in a pocket, not even bothering to keep if the contents were still in it. The Man looked Weasel up and down once, and nodded. "Alright, come on. Looks like it’ll be a pretty quiet morning anyway, and I could use a bite to eat. You want to join me?" Weasel nodded, overly eager at first, but quickly calming down. "Y-yes, please, I, uh, haven’t had breakfast yet. Where, uh, were you thinking?" His mind started to race, crossing off the various places he wasn’t exactly welcome in anymore. You disappear without paying for one meal, and people act like you’ve stolen their firstborn, like jeez. The Man paused, then started to walk down the alley. "I don’t know yet, wherever smells best, I suppose. You coming?" Weasel looked back at the end of the alley, the mess of wallets still scattered about, before hoofing it down the way after The Man. There was, after all, a pretty nice pancake house close by that he hadn’t tried yet. Why:   I've wanted to try out Masks for a little while. Heard a bunch of good things about it, plus superheroes are always fun to play. And also, I think I'm gonna have fun with this character concept. Really looking forward to giving Weasel a spin .

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Wesley! Hero Name: XLR8 (Accelerate) Playbook: The Janus Description: Wesley has bright green eyes and light brown hair that used to be blond. His smiles come easily. He works out, but it just doesn't show through his boring t-shirts and heavy jeans. Wesley can be hard to notice and harder to remember. Maybe that's a power or maybe he's simply bland. Without his costume, he's just some kid in the background named Wesley. Someone that probably plays too many video games. He won't hesitate to help someone or shoulder another burden. Service is his love language. The kids at school who remember Wes probably know him as the kid that helped them with their group project, even though he was already doing all the work in his own group. With the mask on, though? XLR8 is somebody to be remembered. He's unique and innovative. He's bold and loud. He's quick and carefree. The full bodysuit in complementing shades of blue is made from that standard skintight stretchy superhero stuff. You know the kind. The material that manages to be breathable and lightweight enough to wear under street clothes... while somehow heavy enough to be protective and magically machine washable at the same time. His mask covers his entire head and is in the same tri-tone blue as the rest of his costume. Somehow he still manages to be expressive, despite his expressions being hidden. There is a reinforced panel covering his mouth and jaw, as well as inset white lenses to protect his eyes. The left ear holds a modified airpod that connects to a used burner phone that he keeps in one of the hidden pockets on his legs. XLR8 likes to listen to music while working. Goals: Wesley is under a lot of Pressure. There's the Science Club, the Photography and AV Clubs, Homework for both his required classes and those optional classes for college credit, his Chores, and then even more Chores because his single mom also works too hard and barely has time to sleep... let alone do things like cooking dinner or picking up the groceries. Wesley seems to be incapable of making time for himself. Wearing the Mask, Wes gets to be XLR8. He can put all that stress aside for at least a little while. Losing himself in his speed, he gets to completely unplug from the world. He finally gets to just... exist. There's no grocery list stuck to the fridge and there's no one to ask him to help with their schoolwork. In the Mask, he gets to decide who he wants to be and what he wants to do. XLR8 is free. XLR8 is also alone. He desperately needs friends who might actually understand what it's like to deal with this sense of crushing responsibility that comes from being part of the newest generation of heroes. He wants to talk about trying to juggle his desire to help everyone he meets with his need to be independent. Being part of a team would also let him make a bigger difference than stopping purse snatchers, because he wants to do more. He wants to inspire and bring hope to others. XLR8 wants to be a hero. Background: Before Wesley discovered he was a speedster by being late for the bus, more on that later, he lived the normal life a teenage nobody. His dad was never in the picture, and his mom worked two jobs to support them. So, every morning as long as he could remember, Wes would wake up around five to cook him and his mom a quick breakfast, throw a load of laundry in the wash, and go over his homework. He'd catch the bus to school after knocking out the morning dishes. After finishing his work, he'd either do some tutoring or work one of the online courses offered from the local community college. Then after school, Wes would spend an hour or two with the The Pictures-in-Motion ClubPhotography/AV Club or the Science Club. Then he'd get a ride home from one of the parents or from "Call me Jeff, Mr. Donovan was my Dad's name"Mister Jeff the Guidance Counselor. Mister Jeff was one of the few people he felt comfortable talking with about fears, hopes, dreams, and such. So he'd get a mini-therapy session on the ride home and finally wrap up the laundry while getting something ready for dinner. If he finished his homework with enough time to spare before bed, he'd play video games. Some nights he'd lose track of time and still be playing when his mom came home from work after midnight. Rinse, Repeat. One day, not too long ago, he lost track of time studying before school. By the time he got to the bus stop, it was already pulling off with no intention of stopping for him. Frustrated, stressed out, and maybe a little mad at the bus driver... he ran after it anyway. He pumped his legs as hard as he could and his vision faded like he was blacking out. Before he even knew what was happening, he was near across town and farther away from school than when he had started. Wes put on the Mask to run away. Not in the run away from home sense, but take the opportunity to explore his newfound abilities without people catching on. Do you realize how many people would ask him to run errands for them if they realized he had super speed? FOR REAL! He kept the secret identity when he realized he had a chance to reinvent himself and set down the day-to-day stress of his mundane life. Of course, keeping his mom from worrying about him or being the target of supervillain attacks is a side bonus. None of his family or peers know that the meek pushover Wesley is actually the Blue Blur, XLR8. However, Wes did eventually crack and told the school guidance counselor. Mister Jeff was cautionary without being "Bullets hurt, Wes. Have you thought of that? Yes, Yes, you say you can just walk around them... but you'd have to know that they were coming to do that, wouldn't you?"too discouraging. On the other hand, a Likely to be merged into Muck-Raker A.J. Morgan from Starevna's NPC list local reporter that goes by or maybe A.J. Morgan from the anti-super blogcast Citizen Watch!Jane Q Public isn't nearly as supportive. During one of XLR8's only run-ins with a proper villain, he was thrown into the reporter's lexus. She's still bitter about the totaled luxury car. Every opportunity is taken to point out the teen super's supposed "Real Heroes don't do more damage than they prevent!"lack of caution and that super-powered teen vigilantes are a general menace to polite society. Roleplaying Sample: I would have preferred to write something from XLR8's point of view... but there's a time crunch and I feel like there's a good deal of description already laying around. Instead, enjoy this scene from BananaBadger's Post-Apocalyptic Luchador game! Why: First of all, I love Speedy Bois... but have never played one. I also love Masks, but haven't had many occasions to actually play it. While I've run a few sessions for my local group and played a one-shot on the Magpie Discord, I wouldn't call myself an expert by any means. It would be great to get a chance to play with someone who knows their way around the system as well as you. I think a Janus would be cool, because they're someone who could just take the mask off and walk away... but they don't. They keep coming back. The mask lets them look at themselves as a clean slate and start fresh, it frees them from having to worry about real-life repercussions from villains and angry reporters, and yet they love their mundane life. They don't want to give up their obligations or run away and live a new life. Somehow, they're going to figure out how to do both... and they're going to struggle. Every aspect of that just sounds fun to dig into. Also, and I want to be super clear here, Heroes are Cool!

 

Appearance Gender Man Ethnicity White Street Fashion Boring Costume Style Concealing Mask Style Featureless Hero Name XLR8 Real Name Wesley Meadows Age 15 Potential O O O O O On Me Influence On Them O Ana / Starevna O O Dana / Apocalypse Fox O O Danny / Brutalizer O X All Adults O
Labels Danger 0 Freak 0 Savior +1 Superior 0 Mundane +3	Conditions -2 to comfort or support someone or pierce the maskAngry No -2 to directly engageAfraid No -2 to provoke someone or assess the situationGuilty No -2 to unleash your powersHopeless No -2 to stand in defense or reject what others say about you or the worldInsecure No
Abilities Agile, Strong, and Tough Agility heightened by superhuman reaction times and high-speed full body control and awareness. Strength heightened from kinetic energy and lifting and pushing strength. Toughness heightened enough to withstand high-speed collisions. Heightened Physical Abilities Super Speed Somewhere around Season One Flash? Impossible Mobility Accelerated Perception He is capable of perceiving and processing information at Superhuman Speeds. From his point of view, he can slow time to a crawl and interact with the world as though moving at normal speeds. Superhuman Senses Moves The Mask You wear a mask and hide your real identity. Choose what Label you try to embody while wearing your mask. ~Freak~ Once per session, you can affirm either your heroic or secret identity to switch your Mundane with your mask’s Label. When you reveal your secret identity to someone who didn’t know it already, mark potential. The Mask Mild-Mannered When you try to use your civilian identity to deceive, trick, or slip past someone, roll + Mundane. On a hit they buy your facade. On a 7-9, choose one: - you’re still under observation - you leave something incriminating behind - you’re forced to make a fool of yourself to sell it On a miss, one of your civilian obligations rears its ugly head. Mild Mannered I’ll Save You! You’re willing to pay high costs to keep your loved ones safe. Reveal your secret identity to someone watching or mark a condition to defend a loved one as if you rolled a 12+. I'll Save You! When Time Passes Secret Identity Your mundane life comes with a series of obligations. Choose a total of three obligations. School: Schoolwork Home: Household Chores Social: Coach/Teacher (Mister Jeff) When time passes, roll + your Mundane to see how you’re managing your obligations. On a hit, things are going pretty well—you have an opportunity or advantage thanks to one of your obligations. On a 7-9, you’ve lapsed on one obligation, your choice. On a miss, you haven’t given your normal life anywhere near the attention it deserves; the GM chooses two obligations that are going to bite you in the butt. Secret Identity Background Questions • When did you first put on the mask? Why? Wes put on the Mask when he was first beginning to take the opportunity to explore his newfound abilities. He did it to keep people from catching on. • Why do you keep a secret identity? He kept the secret identity when he realized he had a chance to reinvent himself and set down the day-to-day stress of his mundane life. Of course, keeping his mom from worrying about him or being the target of supervillain attacks is a side bonus. • Who, outside of the team, knows about your dual identity? Mister Jeff. He's the school's guidance counselor and one of the few adults that he feels he can count on. • Who thinks the worst of your masked identity? Jane Q Public, in the form of A.J. Morgan with the Citizen Watch!