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Or what you could do is double the cost of the Attractive feat to have it apply to everyone. Attractive is essentially Enhanced skills 2 (Bluff 4, Diplomacy 4) Flaw: Limited one gender. By doubling the cost you remove the limitation. You are mechanically buying skills ranks, but with a different descriptor. Charisma out to ying yang helps too, but you've got that already if memory serves.

Once the pre-round shenanigans were all finished, the 4 other combatants for this round entered the ring. Was it just your imagination, or did they all have a little straw in their hands? The 4 combatants all looked like obvious gang members, tattoos, colors, that look in their eyes, everything. One of them them stood probably about 6'8" at about 300 pounds of pure muscle with grayish skin; he shall be henceforth known as Earl. The second combatant (Dan) looked just like sickly white guy that hadn't seen sunlight in years, but what was disturbing about him is that thick red lines that looked eariley like viens could be seen all over his skin. Combatant number 3 (Nathan) was distinctly non-human as he looked much like a crocodile walking on 2 legs. He was not alone in looking like an animal, the last combatant (Adam) shared many qualities with that of a big guard dog. Team short straw tried to play up the crowd, but they could barely match the presence of Malice let alone the Captain, and they gave up in short order. They congragrated towards their side of the ring as if they were trying to talk strategy, but judging by how quickly they were shouting at each other, it was not something they were used to doing. Apparently, Adam and Dan were set to fight each next and now they're on the same team. When all the fighters are in the ring, the forcefields raise up, giving the crowd a slightly reddish tint. The bell to start the match quickly follows.

"I'm going to let that one slide, because you just confirmed my first assumption." Malice retorts as they make their way to the arena to a blood thristy roar from the crowd. While the announcer siked the crowd up for the main event, Malice stood rather still in the ring. All the while he gave off the impression of an animal that was on one of those nature shows that was just about to pounce it's prey, but because it was on tv, it was trying to be on it's best behavior; it was a very odd sight to behold. A particularly bright sheen brought Malice back to reality however, if that's what you could call it. For a moment, it appeared as if Malice really wanted to hurt his own partner who was doing his best hulk holgan impression to the crowd, but for whatever reason, Malice couldn't just hate the guy. He was trying, like really hard, but he couldn't just bring himself to smack the stupid out of this guy. Maybe he thought it would take too long? Regardless, Malice decided that when in Rome, it was time to make a complete spectacle of yourself. He flew to a turnbuckle adjacent to one the Captain was using, and started a chant of "USA! USA! USA!" in the crowd getting them pumped.

*stands uncomfortably close behind quote and whispers in his ear* "What'cha looking for?" Okay rules of combat: The ones you mentioned in your post with the following specifics: We'll each get a villain point per wave otherwise a lucky shot from one of those dudes could be quite damning, especially in the later rounds. We may get additional VP's if the next match is exceedingly dangerous. The first couple of rounds will be pretty clear cut, but the opponents and the terrain in the later fights will be different to spice things up. The arena is by default a floating hexagonal platform with opposite sides being 30ft apart from one another. There is a forcefield protecting the spectators from the inherent dangers of the match; unless it becomes an issue, the forcefields are completely impervious to all attacks. Roll Initative whenever you're ready.

Yeesh, I leave for a couple of days, and you guys move all the furniture around and change the drapes. How dare you!? But on a more serious note, congrats. :clap:

Yeesh, and I thought comic book story lines were convoluted.

I have succesfully de-swamped my desk for the immediate future, which means I have time to goof off. I better get started before I do something productive.

I'm SWAMPED with work, so I'm probably going to be out for another couple of days, but I should hopefully be back pretty shortly. *crosses fingers*

Malice stood there for a moment. With very little body language to read, for a moment he appeared as a very deadly statue. Malice took a moment to run the numbers: How much ammo he had locked away, the number of combatants, the relative probability that any given shot would be match ending, controlling for a certain degree of missed shots, the likely hood of weapon systems malfunctioning due to battle damage, etc. Malice came to one conclusion "Tonight is going to be fun indeed." "Captain Knievel was it? You're obviously an idiot and very reckless, but I can't think of anyone else I would rather share the ring with. Let's clean house." Turning to the small guy he says "We're on next." - it wasn't a question.

Meanwhile... Eric sat up and pushed his welder's goggles onto his head to inspect his handiwork. Satisfied, he put the plasma torch down and closed the panel on his suit. He got up out of his chair and put his goggles and the torch away. He strode to the other side of his bunker and took a swig from the bottle of water he had brought down with him about half an hour ago. His eyes wandered to a piece of paper on his desk with rather bad hand writing scrawled on it. On it were directions to the Circus Maximus' newest location; Malice had pulled them off a Power House customer he had put in the hospital the week prior. His eyes wandered to his prized battlesuit and then to the two tables off to the side. On them were hundreds of .45 caliber rounds, rockets and missiles of all shapes and sizes, mounted grenades, the list when on and on. Eric grinned his mad grin, with a sinister look in his eye; tonight was going to be fun. ======================================================== Shortly after the Captain made his dramatic entrance, another entrant made his more subdued entrance. The bouncer answered the knock at the door as normal, but when he opened the slide in the door he was greeted with an unusual sight. On the other side of the door was a man decked out in full red, white and blue power armor and was obviously armed to the teeth, it was Malice. After a pause, Malice crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side "Well...?" he said to the bouncer, who then promptly opened the door. Moments later Malice walked into the locker room, and turned a few heads. Apparently his reputation had proceeded him. He wasn't in the room 5 minutes before being thrown in a match. He walked over when the Captain motioned to him, his feet echoing off the floor with a dull measured clunk. Looking the Captain up and down for a moment Malice nodded "Yeah, you'll do. Malice." he added extending his hand.

As the ladies get promptly snockered, the Captain makes his way down into the competitor's locker room. Most of the high class stuff is immediately ditched for a more functional design. There's probably about 20-30 people in the rather large locker room. Calling them a varied bunch, would quite possibly be the understatement of the year. Strongmen, beast men, energy weilders and a few tech heads to name a few. Most are men, but there are a few female competitors. There are also a few medics for lack of a better word trying to patch up some of the competitors who have already fought. Most of the attention in the locker room is being drawn by a small mousy looking man in front of a large black board in the back right corner. He is apparently the one organizing the fights and sizing up the competitions to set the odds. He waves you over as you enter.

As the door opens you are greeted by the sight of 3 rather large bouncers in suits. There are a few bare light bulbs on the sides of the otherwise bare walls and about 10 ft. back from the door there appears to be a service elevator. One of the bouncers says "If you're fighting, head to the left, spectators head to the right." Once you and your entourage gather onto the elevator and misplace a few hands, one of the bouncers steps aside to reveal a previously unseen control panel, and operates so that the elevator begins its slow decent. When it reaches the bottom, which from the duration of the ride you gather that it's a long way down, the doors open up to what appears to be the lobby of a 5 star hotel. Warm colors, rich rugs, crystal chandeliers, the whole 9 yards. A few people are milling about sipping champagne and making bets at a desk at a far end. You can hear the roar of a crowd and an announcer's voice through a door on the right, and there is a seemingly small door off to the left marked "combatants".

I think this meeting has gone quite well so far, which of course means that it's high time something went awry. :twisted: Would you like the honors of setting the events in motion, or should I?

Some time later when Eric was asked of his experience personally working along side Dr. Archeville, Eric would say that it was a life changing experience, and while he worked he thought of how much respect he had for the man, and how he would like to model himself after Dr. Archeville. That was of course a lie. Firstly because Dr. Archeville worked at such a furious pace with such precise skill that Eric had all he could do to keep up with him. Secondly, any time Eric had a free moment for his own thoughts, they were invariably him geeking out at the fact that Dr. Archeville was standing right next to him, using his tools, to work on his project. And all the while, that mad grin never became less than a shadow playing on Eric's face. When the last test results came back, Eric hung back in bated breath as Dr. Archeville read them over. When Archeville gave his opinion, a small trace of sadness and disappointment crossed Eric's eyes. It wasn't because there hasn't been progress, but rather it was because there was progress. Eric was conflicted, every second Dr. Archeville was here meant lots of dollar signs for Darts, but at the same time, it was a second sooner until Eric had to part with his role model. With a small sigh Eric said "Thank you doctor, for everything." he added with a small smile. You could tell he wasn't just referring to the work done on the metal.

This is the OOC thread for Malice's and the Captain's little beat down at the Circus Maximus. With mutual consent from quote, I'll be running the few NPC combatants using Thugs, criminals and gangleaders from the core book along with the power house templates.

Throughout all of human history there has been one constant; the need for competition. Whether in war or peace, in the country or in the city, competition always thrives. And the modern era of Freedom City is no different. But with beings with such tremendous power as the Freedom League, sometimes to keep up, others use rather ugly and crude methods. In society's degenerates, one of the most popular methods is the Power House augmentations. People are willing to trade a slice of their humanity for a short cut to power. Many fail, and all are indebted to their crude creators. As such, many find their way under ground to try and make a quick buck and get ahead. The Circus Maximus attracts these poor souls by the droves. But they aren't the only ones. The rich, powerful and bloodthirsty come to watch the peons flail about and try to better their broken and miserable lives. But on a day like today, that's not the only ones who are coming. Today there are two individuals who despise those who would take the shortcut to power. Those that would entrust their lives to unnatural abilities and shady promises. These two are self made men, and venture into the obscure corner on the I-5 line to prove their worth and to show the others the folly of their ways.

I'm probably going to pull a disappearing act over the weekend, into maybe about Wednesday or so.

Happy Birthday.

Let's hope it's better than it's predecessor. But for now, I'll just stick with saying Happy New Year.

Red Star lives in the West Side. But as a full time super hero that has tons of youthful energy, and still gets giddy when he realizes he can fly, you can pretty much find him anywhere in the city; he's not exactly the elusive type.

Small book keeping issue: I recently did the Character Questionnaire for Malice and he hasn't gotten that point added on to his total yet. As I have no idea what I want to spend it on yet, that's it for now. Thanks!

The only thing I can think of is Immutable from UP, 10 points. You're immune to all boosts, drains, nullifies, and transform effects, whether good or bad. EDIT: Spelling

Sorry about that, invisiblecastle is being a little finicky. The correct link should be up now.

Dynamic Array has 5 in Flight, 0 in Strength.

As Grab bounds out of the store, a forceful red corona once again fills the store. Once again glowing (not to mention flying), Red Star hangs in the air for a moment to shout "Don't worry, she won't get far." before heedlessly rocketing out of the store in pursuit of Grab. Red Star's eyes dart back and forth as he quickly scans the area for signs of stretchy woman bounding along the streets leaving a trail of stolen money in her wake. As the thought crosses his mind, Red Star has to laugh at the fact that he lives in a city where such a set of circumstances isn't too out of the ordinary. Assuming he can find his quarry, Red Star immediately gives chase flying with little concern for his own safety as he flings a fireball at Grab. "Don't make this any hard than it has to be!" He shouts after her. If he can't spot her, Red Star will do the next best thing: ask for directions. EDIT: Wrong Link.