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The answer is thus: Golden Age Superman couldn't fly, just jump hella high, but he is now the archetypical Paragon. Make of it what you will. I think they are similar, which is why deliberately gave my Paragon archetype laser beams and super senses, thus meaning it isn't just a Powerhouse with Flight. But yeah, archetypes are a rough guide, not a rule.

"Doesn't matter. I'd rather not waste time in surgery," lied John. "Besides, I'm used to it now anyway." John raised an eyebrow. He did respect the Doktor, but his happiness with just casually messing saround with machinery, body parts, whatever, tended to make him really uneasy. "Just how much surgery? Is there going to be lasting damage?" He tried to keep his voice unconcerned, but it appeared to be a losing battle thus far.

"Um," said John, momentarily forgetting the pain to jerk upright from his sitting position, immediately regretting it when he put his weight on his bad leg and his side felt like someone had taken a blowtorch to it. Damn you, you mad German. Well," he said, pulling out his cane to extend it, and then lean on it for support, thin metal nonetheles holding his weight without so much as a creak. "We... went on a few dates." That sounded lame, even to him. "Until now, I didn't know she was a... vaguely Shakespearian Norse myth."

Well, with Stunned, you can at least make a Concentration roll (DC 12) to maintain the power, meanuing it'd only fail on a 4 or less. So, your options are accept you might need to spend a HP now and then, or make the power Continuous, which'd keep it on when stunned or unconscious. Alternately, use Enhanced Feat (Quick Change) for him to go into his costume, which would again, work even if stunned or unconscious. But, if you wanna expand into Morph (multiple forms), you'd... well, need to buy up to Morph again, as Quick Change works only for your costume, and Quick Change 2 only works for clothing changes.

Technically, all threads should have a Ref overseeing them so we can step in and say "no, you can't do that" and so-such. And yes, we have been a bit lax on that, so we're working on it. The crux is this: Transform is a tedious, complex power to make fair.

You're missing the entire top section of the template. OK, first problem. We do not allow under-16 characters. And I'm aware you mentioned that: While you say you plan on it, we can't guarantee you'll age him up, and we really do not want under-16 PCs. Sorry, you'll have to make him 16. OK, really sorry, but I'm gonna have to act as an English teacher here. Bolded words are the corrected ones. It's nothing personal, it's just that this entire site is text-based. Ok, looks like a very good superhero origin story. But... Really, we're not English teachers (except for Cyroa, and he's not a Ref), and we don't mind a few spelling and grammar errors. But the reason I didn't go through your history and fix all the random capitalisations, lack of capitalisations, grammar oddities, the fact it's Hanover, not Hangover, and general other typing errors is that a) there were a lot, and this whole site is entirely text based. Now, people don't get annoyed be a couple of errors. But, if you're from Australia, I assume English is your first language, and that was getting to the point where it annoyed me deeply. Adds up. Adds up. However, his flat-footed Defence is half base defence, i.e. +2, not +5. Thus, an odd Defence score does nothing for him (i.e. Defence +7, Flat-footed +2 could come from Base Defence 4, Dodge Focus 3 for the exact same effect and 1pp saved). Adds up. Adds up, but a lot of these seem low. I mean, there's being semi-realistic for a young kid, but when you get to it, a lack of specialisation might hurt a bit in not getting overshadowed by, well, everyone. Adds up, but I'm not sure Evasion 2 is appropriate for someone with an average Reflex like +5. Also, Up The Wall isn't on our listed of pre-approved feats, so if you could just tell me what book it's in I can discuss it with other Refs. Ok, adds up, but a few issues: One, your formatting is a little off. You don't need to list DCs with the powers, you don't need to list APs as x/x PP, you should list the descriptor after the [XPP]. Additionally, getting stunned can just knock him out of Ghost Form i.e. knock him clean out of his costume. Is this deliberate?

John had patched and bandaged himself up in several places, and had a bag of ice pressed hard against his temple, which had swollen up into a huge purple-blue bruise. He wasn't nearly in as bad shape as Vivian was, but then again, he hadn't taken been strapped to a table and interrogated. "I've been worse," he grimaced in response to Dok's question. He hadn't bothered putting his shirt back on yet, preferring to avoid the restrictive discomfort his armour would saddle him with. His voice was low and hoarse. "At least all four limbs are how they started this round." He let out a long, forced breath, holding his other hand up against his face. "How's she holding up?" John nodded at the tank, not looking Dok in the eye.

"Anyway," said Liz, pulling away from Chris and sighing deeply for a second. "I said I'd show Trevor the airship. So I'm going to. And you're not going to mess around with remote piloting, are you Chris?" He feigned outrage for a second, before kissing her on the cheek and wandering into the main room. "Yes, ma'am." Liz shook her head and led Trevor forward to the big green spherical airship. "OK, rough summary," she said, pointing with one finger at various sections. The front; "Control panelling and main weapons turrets," the back; "fusion-fission engine couplings," the bottom; "Anti-gravity lifting devices," and the middle; "Pilotting bay and Chris's... modifications. Some of which are quite scary," she added thoughtfully.

Congregated in a small sitting room just off the lobby, seated in various armchairs and leaning on sideboards were a small number of guests of various ages, genders and outfits. One older gent seemed to be holding court in the far corner of the room, dressed in an old-fashioned tweed suit. His grey-black hair was slicked into a widow's peak, and his skin seemed pale and clammy. When he opened his mouth to talk, fangs were visible, and like Mark Lancea, he reeked of death and blood. His armchair was old, beaten, and the rough colour of gore. A woman sat on one of the arms of the chair, one arm around the old man. She looked young, maybe in her twenties, with flowing red hair. Like most of the other guests, she looked pale, and unlike the other guests, was wearing a strapless black dress so short and tight it left little to the imagination. Eyes red as brimstone flared from above her toothy (but not fanged) smile, and every so often she'd lean over and nibble the old man's ear. Two distinguished looking men in their forties were listening attentively to the old man. They wore traditional wizarding robes of a deep, rich brown. Even to non-fashionistas, it was very obvious that they were expensive, quality robes. A third man, in cheaper red robes sat near them, not even hiding the fact he was ogling the woman. In the opposite corner, two women sat in the shadows, talking in low, hushed voices, hard to make out. A dog sat beside one of them, large and menacingly looking, but curled up and wagging its tail contentedly. Mark led the three mages over to the large group in the corner, gesturing to the old man in the armchair. "This is my older brother, Garfield. He's heard the jokes," winked Mark. "Brother, these are the mages we invited!" The old man blinked, and then forced a toothy grin as he spoke in a harsh, strained wheeze. "Ah, glad you could come. Welcome to our humble abode." He ran a hand down his companion's back. "Is there anything we can get you before we introduce you to our other guests?" The woman giggled and leaned further into him. The whole room stank of magic of various flavours and hues.

Arrowhawk visibly staggered, holding onto a nearby bench to hold himself up. I hate teleporting. So. Damn. Much. But he persevered, pushing himself upright once more and unfastening his cape and hood clips to drop them to the floor. Eh, everyone here knows who I am. "Yeah. I would," he said briefly, turning away. Dammit, he knows me too well. He began looking around for bandages and ice as he stripped his shirt off, revealing several cuts and bruises over his torso. "Ah, hell," sighed John deeply, spinning on his back heel to try and grab Vivian's wrists as they flailed at the robotic arms. "Viv, noone's trying to hurt you. They're just the Doktor's medical equipment." He tried to make his tone reassuring, but he was clearly unused to doing so, and sounded strained at the effort of speaking.

"SHADOW," grunted Arrowhawk, leaning against the wall as Dok took up the slack of supporting Valkyrie. "I came across them on patrol, at which point she," he nodded at Valkyrie. "Showed up. She got captured, I go to rescue her, and we get attacked by a ridiculously strong Norseman... and here we are." He drew his staff from his belt, extending it out into a long metal walking stick-come-staff, which he leaned on to support himself. "I'd probably brace yourself, the base got set to self-destruct."

"Oh dear lord," sighed Arrowhawk, adjusting his aim as Ragnarok was thrown across the room into a less defendable stance. "Can you people learn to talk normally?" Then, emphasising the draw on each shot, he resumed his tirade of arrows, the bow spitting them out, Arrowhawk breathing out a harsh breath with every shot. "Thou art pissing me off..." he muttered under his breath.

Another Autofire PA for 5! ... against a Stunned opponent (1d20+12=19) Eh. No need to re-roll. The DC's probably gonna be 'meh', though.

Do you want to keep Startle despite it being utterless useless without Intimidate ranks?

As sorted out in Chat: Re-roll:Re-roll! (1d20+12=26) I'm on 1HP.

Arrowhawk went to duck the heavy metal bench even as it flew at his head with astounding rate. But, not moving quite quickly enough, it hit him in the temple, throwing up a fuzzy haze on the edges of his vision even as he dropped into a firing stance, shooting arrow after arrow. They slammed into the giant's chest one after the other, Arrowhawk knelt down with jaw clenched, not pausing for a second or allowing the trading of banter to throw off his aim.

DC30 Toughness save! FEEL THE BURN (1d20+10=25) Hero Point to burn off the Stun. Then, Power Attacking for 5, Autofire attack o' doom! DC 27 attack, +1 DC/2 points it exceeds Ragnarok's Defence, to a maximum of DC30 (1d20+12=14) And, since I don't want to spend my only remaining Hero Point, I elect not to re-roll.

"It must be their policy. No interrogations." He ignored her pressing up against him, his usual awkwardness dispelled both by pain and by being on the job. "A couple of 'em collapsed with poison foaming from the mouth when I tried to get information from them." Arrowhawk frowned. "If I'd known we were going to Doc's, I'd've got a sample." "Anyway, I'm taking you to Doktor Archeville." He pronounced the name with a rougher accent than he usually did, probably closer to his Scottish roots. "If anyone has medical facilities able to heal these injuries, it'll be him."

"Nah," said Arrowhawk, quickly moving over to unlock her restraints, swiftly fumbling around with his bow in one hand to remain armed for when Ragnarok inevitably got back up. "Not after all this effort." "Besides, he isn't so tough," he said, forcing a grin. But, covered in a fine layer of sweat, shadows from his cowl and from his entire demeanor, the grin came across as more terrifying than amusing.

"Glorious? We nearly died," said Arrowhawk through clenched teeth, reluctantly getting into the elevator. Bad things happen with me in elevators... He managed to hit the button, and steadied the two of them up against the wall. "And I did have to come after you, Vivian, even not knowing who you were. It's my job." He sighed deeply, ignoring the flashes of pain it sent through his chest. "I can't walk away from it."

Geckoman flicked a cell phone out of his utility belt. It was apparently a deeply lurid shade of lime green in excess of even his costume. "Right, I'll just go make a few calls. Maybe get a pizza. Pepperoni is vital stake-out food!" He wandered a short distance from the group, dialing a few numbers into his phone to alert the police to what was going down, and to advise them on a course of action. When the phone was picked up, he could be heard saying "Hey, we got a problem here..."

Do I expect that to work? No. Was I gonna do it anyway? Yes. Intimidate as a move action (-5 penalty!), and I'll roll to make use of his nightmarishly high Intimidate! (And because it won't matter) RAAAAARGH (1d20+15=33) And the standard action: readied BOOM headshot! Power Attack for 5, with Penetrating Blast 7 (so Impervious 19 will not save you!) -Schrodinger's headshot; DC 27 (1d20+12=29)

"I was more expecting some violent reaction," growled Arrowhawk, looking down on the crouching Ragnarok trying to lift the orb from the floor. "But if you want to bow to me, that works too." In the time it'd taken him to say that, he'd drawn another explosive arrow and pointed it at the huge man's head. "I'll cut a deal with you. Let me leave with the girl, and I won't blow your head off." Arrowhawk's red hawk eyes glared menacingly from underneath his mask.