Avenger Assembled

"You failed the combat trial, Baako!" "B-but-" "You beat up two teenagers! What kind of king would do that?!" "SIGH." Some sort of combat trial as part of the overall contest does seem cinematic, just not the whole thing.

Edited to put 2 points towards Concentration, the better to make the DC 15 check to maintain her Mimic.

Mark's teleport put them down smoothly in the spot he'd been directed to by Callie Summers, one he knew well from his own previous trips to Dakana. "All right, you can catch a tram down into the development from here if you want," he said, stepping back away from the window that gave them a view of one of the 'experimental' Western communities located near the edge of Dakana's capital. "And from there, mass transit will take you almost anywhere you want to go. I'm mostly stuck here," he admitted with a smile, "they have nullifiers around to make sure no strange white guys pop into the capital without an invite. By the way," he added as he opened the door of the tourist observation platform where they'd landed, "make sure you get your coffee _in_ the capital, not in the expat development," he said, gesturing down to the U-shaped construction project at their feet. "I am pretty sure they sell them Folgers' and just tell them it's Dakanan original."

Okay, @Electra has Raina sticking with her parents, which makes sense. We've got Woundmaker - Woodsman Woundmaker - The Dawg The Sandersons - Raina Cannibal Alkahest - The Solution Cannibal Alkahest - Frostbyte @Nick and @alderwitch, where do you want your people to go?

There we go, and you're good to post IC, if I wasn't clear.

Eek, a snake! Everything looks okay at first glance, though folks may feel different once it's in the bank.

If attack/damage trade-offs are not blanket, but applied only to individual powers, should we leave it unmarked at the top of the sheet? - just say Various, or write all of them down. Are damage/saves calculated cumulatively for linked powers? For example, does a power that makes the target perform a DC 15 Fortitude save and a DC 15 Toughness save count as a +10 save ability? - no. What would the save for groundstrike (super-strength) be calculated as, seeing as the trip DC is set by my own strength check (rather than just my strength mod) - Just say "STR check" Looking forward to seeing the sheet finished and up in play.

(note - this sheet takes the slot formerly occupied by the now-maxed character Edge) Watchdog Power Level: 10 (150/150) Trade-Offs: -1DEF/+1TOU, +5 ATK/-5DMG Unspent Power Points: 0 In Brief: Teenage sidekick turned Secret Service Agent pretending to be a teenage vigilante. Alternate Identity: Ashley Tran George Identity: Secret? Ish? Depends on who you ask. Birthplace: New Orleans, USA Occupation: Secret Service Agent, Superhero, Bodyguard Affiliations: Her charge, Jaycee Cahill Family: Phillip Tran [father, deceased], Mary Arbour-George [mother, living], William George [stepfather, living] Mary (1994), Cecilia (1997), Agnes (2001) and Phillipa (2003) [sisters, living] Age: 26 (DoB: April 1992) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Eurasian Height: 5'6" Weight: 145 lbs Eyes: Black Hair: Black, dyed pink at the tips Physical Description: Ashley is short and round-faced, with big eyes and a smile that makes it easy for her to pass as sixteen - not that she's doing a lot of smiling these days. She's grown her jet-black hair out for this mission and dyed the tips pink, another way to help herself pass as someone a decade younger than her actual age. She has the muscular build of a born athlete, albeit one with a boxer's training rather than a gymnast's. When not wearing her helmet, she sticks close to "Claudia" and doesn't say much except when directly addressed or speaking to her 'sister', keeping most of her face hidden behind dark sunglasses and a near-perpetual scowl. She speaks English with no particular accent, though her French and Vietnamese have Louisiana and American accents, respectively. She usually dresses like a teenage girl trying to look like a punk, or at least push the dress code - leather jackets, dark T-shirts, and denim skirts or pants. In costume as Watchdog, she wears a grey armored outfit with a bright red snarling dog's face over the chest. Over that she wears a black and grey leather jacket with metal studs on the shoulders - and covering her head a modified motorcycle helmet painted the same red as her chest symbol. She wears fingerless black gloves on both hands while in combat. Her jacket comes with a hood that she usually keeps pulled up, the better to strike a more intimidating profile. At either side are two silvered pistols, hanging on each hip. Watchdog is, if anything, a sourer presence than Ashley - her helmet-muffled voice sounding tinny and artificial. Quote: <Watchdog stares up at her interrogator until they go away> Character History: Phillip Tran fled what had once been South Vietnam with his parents in the late 1970s, his family traveling through the Phillippines and Guam before their arrival in the mainland United States. They settled in New Orleans, with its heat, its French language, and its Catholic population. (His father had served in the South Vietnamese army and his mother was Hoa, an ethnic Chinese minority disliked by the new regime - they had ample reason to leave the country.) The Trans were determined that their son, only a small boy when they fled the country, would remember the nation of his birth and so taught him language, culture, and customs. When Philip was a young man, he did what his father had and joined the military - at eighteen, he enlisted in the US Army in 1989. Phillip served his adopted homeland well, fighting in Operation Desert Storm before returning to New Orleans East to marry his high school sweetheart Mary Arbour in 1991. They were a mixed couple, but Mary was a good Catholic and fluent in French - the Trans had no complaints. They settled in New Orleans East, where Phillip's military service got him a job with the NOPD, patrolling the neighborhood where he'd grown up. Phillip and Mary became the parents of five girls [(Ashley (1992), Mary (1994), Cecilia (1997), Agnes (2001) and Phillipa (2003)] and did their best to balance both worlds - Ashley grew up hearing English, Vietnamese, and French spoken in the household and in both school and afterschool programs, worshiping at the local Vietnamese Catholic Church, and was honestly very happy. Her father doted on her and passed on his deep love of his adopted homeland, its people, and his chosen career - law enforcement. Ashley loved her father and the neighborhood where she grew up - but unlike her father, she hoped to use service to others as a way up and out. Her way out, influenced by her dad's love for Clint Eastwood movies, was from an early age the United States Secret Service. Protecting the President, the symbol of American freedom, seemed like the coolest job in the world - she read about the long hours and thankless conditions, but she appreciated the need for sacrifice to get what you want. And what she wanted was the Secret Service and the Presidential Protective Detail. It would take years of training and study, especially since fate and genetics had given her a small frame that would make a lifetime of physical activity difficult. But she had the drive and the commitment to make it happen. But life had some curves to throw her way first. Ashley was thirteen when Katrina hit - thirteen when her father died. It was all very sad - a beloved local cop killed by a looter in the frantic days just after the hurricane, four little girls and one very pregnant widow left behind. She didn't believe it - despite what the outside media said, there weren't that many looters around, especially not in their relatively isolated neighborhood, and even those looters wouldn't shoot a police officer in the back for no reason anyone had ever been able to find. It didn't add up. But nobody wanted to hear it - especially not her grieving mother. A few months after her father's death, a month after her baby sister was born, her mother married one of her father's former partners - an Anglo man who was himself eager to get out of the damaged city. They moved to Lafayette, where her stepfather found a job as a campus police officer for the University of Louisiana - and Ashley made plans to get the hell out of town. When Ashley's powers first appeared on the Fourth of July, 2006, when Lady Liberty's appearance at the Lafayette, LA Fourth of July festivities ended with a certain teenager firing beams of golden light from her eyes and singing the National Anthem (an utterly mortifying experience that she is forever grateful took place just before the widespread adoption of the smartphone), Mary George almost didn't let her daughter go to Claremont even after the League helped keep the news of the "Copycat" out of the national news, and after the arrival of kindly headmaster Duncan Summers - not until it was made clear to her that the school was safe and that her daughter would be protected. When Ashley found out what the school was _really_ for, it wasn't hard for her to figure out what she wanted to do - she wanted to find the man who had killed her father! First came two years of hard training and discipline, learning everything she'd need to learn to be a superhero. What was a social life when there was work to be done? Maybe she studied too hard, and pushed her body to its breaking point - but what else was there to do? She had to find justice, even if no one else wanted to - or could. Ashley George's first time on patrol with the Raven changed her life. It was 2008 and she was sixteen, in her second year at Claremont Academy and honestly not sure if she wanted to be a superhero. She didn't have the flashy powers of many of her classmates, the first Next-Gen students like Bolt or Megastar, she wasn't a particularly outstanding student (though she did work hard, spending hours in the library every night), nor was she particularly happy in Freedom City, so far from her home in New Orleans. But the Raven saw something in Ashley she didn't see in herself - and so it was that 'Copycat' joined the Raven on patrol as an occasional sidekick. People who kept a close eye on Raven around the start of the current decade will remember Copycat in her full-face mask and cat-ears, the black and navy blue costume that she burned years ago. But never mind that. Ashley enjoyed adventuring alongside the famous hero, especially once she gained enough control over her energy-draining abilities to use them in the field - but truthfully she appreciated the private lessons more. She learned the Raven's "style-less" style of goju hand-to-hand fighting, learning how to take down men half again her size in hand-to-hand combat. She learned how to work a room and how to control a crowd with her voice and her eyes, letting darkness, mystery, and the occasional violent beating distract from the fact that she was just a petite girl whose superpowers generally didn't do much to make her bulletproof (except when she was fighting psychopaths who could punch through steel doors!) She learned other things too - Raven was Amerasian too and had also lost a parent to crime. Maybe it was their similarities that had drawn Raven to her - Raven wasn't much for talking. The problem was, after her senior year, Ashley wasn't one for listening - at least, not to Raven. Ashley George's break with superheroing began the spring of 2010; the day she caught the man who, ten years earlier, had murdered her father. On the one hand, it was incredibly satisfying. Raven and Copycat found the killer of her father in the spring of 2010, the culmination of two years of investigative work by the duo (both remotely and on-scene) that finally cracked after a lucky break. He made the mistake of fighting back when Raven crashed through his apartment door and Copycat through his window, and Copycat had the great pleasure of kicking him in the knee until he collapsed, then beating him into unconsciousness with the butt of his own shotgun. Ashley still lets herself go back to that moment when she needs something to get her blood pumping. On the other hand, it wasn't so satisfying at all. Paul Dubois was a drug dealer and a criminal, a man who had turned to marketing zombie powder and Zoom to impressionable young people in Ashley's old neighborhood. He was a bad man and taking him down was a great thing. But he'd turned to crime as a way of paying for his own addiction to zombie powder, a downward spiral that earned him a death sentence in the spring of 2012 when he was convicted of murdering Phillip Tran, an NOPD officer who had come across him cleaning out one of his drug stashes while the storm hit. It was hard to ignore how superhumans had made him worse rather than better, how a man who might have been able to turn his life around had only sunk further into the muck because of the gods and monsters of the world. She and Raven started arguing more after that, arguing about superheroes and supervillains, about how much good the former actually did when they weren't stopping world-ending threats. In the end, it was no one great thing that drove apart hero and sidekick, no great crisis that either of the two born 'fixers' could have solved. When Raven kept Copycat at arms length, endless tests and trials and secret drills only taught Ashley that her mentor valued her costumed identity more than her real self - when Raven kept Copycat close, the hidden reality of the superhero world showed her the underbelly of the gods and heroes - the dimensional vibrations where supers had gone to war with humans rather than protecting them, the criminals turned heroes who laughed at justice for their crimes, the Grue and other monsters hiding among innocent people, the codenames and secret identities and the endless secrets kept from a general public that supposedly couldn't "handle the truth". When Copycat left the Raven's side after graduation, it was not on good terms - and she didn't look back. She had better things to do. When Ashley graduated from Claremont Academy in 2010, she had her diploma and her associate's degree both - having taken advantage of the school's early college program during her time as the "workaholic wallflower." After two more years, she had her bachelor's degree in criminal justice (and a minor in political science) from Our Lady of Holy Cross College. After a lifetime of repression, college had been a breath of fresh air - she'd gotten drunk for the first time and smoked weed while she was at it and had her first real boyfriend - at least until he found out she was serious about not wanting to stay in New Orleans and that she wasn't interested in getting married right now. She had plans. First came three years (2012-2015) as a New Orleans police officer, wearing the star and crescent badge her father had died wearing, defending the New Orleans East neighborhood where she'd grown up. (Beyond her family ties, it's the largest American police force that doesn't ask questions about superpowers or vigilantism when you join - a legacy of the post-Katrina recruitment drives.) Eurasian and female, she was part of a tiny minority on the force - but she'd already been through much worse than anything the boys in blue could throw at her. She enjoyed the work, enjoyed patrolling the streets and keeping people safe, but nothing about being back in her old neighborhood changed her mind about her desire to move out of it. Her mother, sisters, and step-brothers were settling in fine in Lafayette; there was nothing for her here but ghosts. The laws dealing with superbeings and federal employment are complex - something Ashley knew even before she filled out her application to join the Secret Service. She had the grades, she had the physical training, and she certainly had the experience. She had to be careful about how she wrote about that last thing (given that Copycat had much more training in criminal justice than Ashley George could ever admit to having) - but her three years at the NOPD, her fluent command of French and Vietnamese, along with glowing recommendation letters from her former supervisor, turned out to be just enough to make the grade. She was young (at 23, just past the minimum age) and not powerfully built - but she had what the federal government was looking for. Of course, she _also_ had the meta-gene. With so many witnesses to her accidentally stealing Lady Liberty's powers as a teenager, and the extensive battery of first physical, then psychological tests she had to undergo once she admitted to having superpowers on a federal employment form, there was no hiding who she was. But she'd thought this through, and she made her case time and time again. Despite her powers she was all-too-human; and those powers could be tremendously useful as a government agent - she could shut down the powers of an attacking metahuman with a touch, and detect the hostile intentions of many different types of beings even before they attacked. Easy to overlook (albeit often mistaken for a teenager thanks to her youth, slight build, and rounded features), she could blend right into a group of agents until she had to go into action. The hard part was avoiding AEGIS. After the mandatory ten week AEGIS training course for metahumans working for the federal government, almost all of them wind up working for AEGIS in some capacity or another - but Ashley wasn't interested. Working with AEGIS would put her too close to the worst parts of the life she left behind, with its codenames and its secrets, and she wanted the best parts instead - the bravery, and the courage, and the principles, to risk your life for another because it was the right thing to do. As the first superhuman agent of the Secret Service, her promotions were fast-tracked - within certain limits. She was in her mid-twenties (and had only been an agent for a year and a half) when she was assigned to the White House, but only to manage the file room in the basement. She liked it there, only called 'upstairs' when the President was meeting with superhumans of some character or another (usually the members of the Dream Team), where she usually stood discreetly off to one side in her sunglasses and dark, conservative clothing, making sure that President Cahill (a man popular with his detail) stayed safe. She wasn't actually part of the Protective Detail - but it was still pretty damn good. Then came D-Day. On March 15, 2018, there was an incident at the White House. The general public is aware that all the radios and other electronic gadgets near the White House went dead, some of them permanently, for a good hour and a half. The Secret Service, Capitol Police, and other law enforcement agencies in Washington went on high alert that afternoon and the whole city went into lockdown for 24 hours. The general public believes that the incident was the result of a terrorist attack by robotic members of the Foundry - an attack foiled by the Secret Service. This is a lie. What really happened was that Jaycee Cahill nearly set the White House on fire. 'Sick in bed' with agonizing migraines, she was the source of the sudden 'radio black hole' that made it appear that every radio and other wireless signal in the White House had gone dead. In the process of being evacuated from the terrorist attack along with her mother and younger sister, it was she who generated an EMP powerful enough to keep Marine One from flying - and then in a sudden burst of microwave energy, emit a pulse powerful enough to nearly kill her family and Secret Service detail as their internal temperatures raised to dangerously high levels. It was Agent Ashley George, running at full speed across the White House lawn even as the grass began to smolder around the frightened teen (who had run, hands to the side of her head, from the landing pad on the South Lawn), who saved the day, grabbing Jaycee by her pressure points and holding her as she drained the energy that powered the teen's radiation. She saved the First Family, she saved her fellow agents, and she probably stopped the irradiation of a significant number of White House staff and tourists. And it was Agent George who was on point for the news of what had followed - about Jaycee's powers couldn't be turned off or suppressed, about how she needed to learn how to use them or she would die - and so would a hell of a lot of other people if she stayed in the White House. So what could they do? Could they really tell the world that the President's daughter had power enough, theoretically, to fry an entire city - power that had come from Farsider DNA that blood tests found in the President and his three daughters? There had to be another way. NPC Backstory: Jaycee Cahill was born in 2002 in Guymon, Oklahoma. She's the middle of three girls, all of them named after their father J.T. (who she still calls 'Daddy', especially when she wants something from him). Her family has deep roots in rural Texas County; her late grandfather's savvy business sense made him a millionaire (and the richest man in Texas County, at least for a while) when he sold his failing cattle lands to invest in the natural gas boom of the 1930s. Her daddy met her momma Rachel twenty years ago, when he was fresh out of Harvard and a graduate student at the University of Oklahoma and she was just finishing up her BA in nursing. Rachel left her family in Muskogee behind to settle in her husband's hometown and work as a school nurse; Jaycee looks a lot like her mom, with her mother's skin tone, petite build and dark hair. Jaycee knows there was a time when her daddy wasn't a politician, but she can't really remember it. She wasn't yet in elementary school when her daddy ran for the Oklahoma State Legislature, a position he held for only a few years before deciding legislative service wasn't for him. The former political science professor at OPSU wasn't a man for legislative negotiations and dickering - he wanted to be the man in charge. Friendly to the oil industry, married to a Comanche woman, projecting a folksy-but-informed manner that let him speak cordially to both Tulsa suburbanites and farmers in the Panhandle, JT Cahill ran first as an outsider in the Republican primary, then was elected Governor of Oklahoma in 2010. Jaycee found that she liked being a governor's daughter. She was one of the most popular kids in her tony private schools in Oklahoma City, getting her attention she'd hardly ever won as a middle child back home, and living in Oklahoma City was a lot better than living in Guymon. It meant changes at home - she saw a lot less of her daddy and her momma, but she was reaching an age where that wasn't so bad. She got to travel too; out to DC and down to Austin, getting to know the children of other politicians and rich friends of her daddy's, and even got to visit. She wasn't old enough to be interested in boys the way her older sister Jaybee was, but she was sure that when she did, she'd have her pick of the best ones. She had a lot of plans. Jaycee was old enough to have some idea of what they were getting into when her daddy and momma sat her and her two sisters down in December of 2014 to tell them something very serious. Her daddy had thought hard, he'd prayed hard, and he'd talked to their mom and his friends - and Governor Cahill was going to run for President in the next election. Freshly 13, Jaycee rolled her eyes but didn't actually backsass her daddy - her daddy had just been re-elected Governor earlier that year and she figured the campaign for President couldn't be _that_ different from the campaign for Governor. And besides, it probably wasn't going to amount to anything. She had to admit she loved her dad (privately, anyway), but the country wasn't going to elect her dad, with his corny jokes and his Sooner ties and cheerful belly, President, right? The headaches started around the time of Jaycee's fourteenth birthday, just a short time after her father had been elected President of the United States. They were small at first and she got aspirin for them, then stronger stuff - stuff the White House doctors had to prescribe, then hospital visits to get her on a new type of painkillers. Her daddy's people kept it out of the media, which made her feel a little better - running for President was _not_ like running for Governor at all, and the campaign had turned her life completely upside-down. She knew how important this job was to her family, to her sisters, to America; she decided not to tell anyone when the headaches came back after a few months of treatment - or when she started hearing whispers in empty rooms in the White House, and then seeing things she knew weren't there - strange colors and patterns that she blocked out by sheer force of will. She wasn't going to ruin everything for her family by being a freak! And then came D-Day. Judith Claudia Cahill Metahuman Abilities: Subject's metahuman abilities reflect a biological connection to the lower end of the electromagnetic spectrum - particularly the VHF frequencies just above one meter. Her neurological and skeletal systems have a unique chemical composition that makes her a natural transmitter and receiver of these frequencies. In a 'resting' state, she has the ability to send and receive signals along these frequencies, visual data being transmitted to her optic nerve and auditory to her ear canal. However, subject's abilities are 'overpowered' (as is common among younger metahumans). When in an environment with sufficient VHF energy (such as that found in any major metropolitan area), her body begins to act as a natural 'sponge' - absorbing and storing these energies throughout her cellular structure. Sufficient accumulation of these energies results in so-far uncontrolled discharges of energies cascading 'above' the VHF range into microwaves and infrared radiation. These discharges are extremely hazardous to her environment and others within it. Unless her abilities can be reliably controlled, there will be further D-Day events. Subject is not recommended for inhibitor technology for multiple reasons - in addition to the hazard her abilities pose to the sensitive environment where she lives, her neurological functions have become dependent on the VHF radiation she absorbs unconsciously. Without regular exposure to VHF radiation, her brain will begin to shut down and she will enter a persistent comatose state. Power Descriptions: Watchdog generally fights like someone who has no superpowers - hanging back and picking foes off with her pistols, or wading into melee to take them out with well-placed joint strikes and body blows. She's tough in her armor, capable of taking hits from metahumans or bursts of automatic weapons fire, and isn't afraid to take some hits in order to get the job done. Without her armor she's much more cautious (especially since that deprives of her of her firearms), preferring to strike from the shadows rather than enter openly into combat. When she does use her powers she doesn't comment on the fact that she's doing so; instead closing into melee range and striking her target with her hands. There's no apparent visual effect when she does so, but psionically adept characters can observe a spectacular 'splash' of psionic energy like ripples in a pond as she copies her target's psionic aura, then absorbs that copy into herself. Once she does have powers copied, she tends to fight in a style that mimics her opponent - taking to the air for a blaster, slugging it out for a powerhouse, etc. Complications: Agent: Ashley is technically a sworn law enforcement officer, but doesn't act as such while wearing her costume except for her duties to protect Jaycee Cahill. This is a complicated situation. Break: Ashley's complicated relationship with the Raven remains both a sore point and a point of pride. Copycat: Ashley isn't hiding her superpowers but she is keeping them to herself; she'll use them as a second resort rather than a first unless she needs to save a life. Duty: Ashley George is responsible for the life and well-being of the First Daughter, Jaycee Cahill. This is her highest priority - whatever she or Jaycee thinks about this. Enemy: Baron Samedi's drug empire indirectly killed Ashley's father. Given the chance, she'll go for him - minus her duty to Jaycee. Guns: Though Ashley's pistols are not actually firearms, they strongly resemble them (this is a way of distracting attention from the level of high technology she carries) - this may be something other heroes have trouble with. Lies: Ashley lied about how she'd developed her powers when she joined the Secret Service. Nobody Knows The Troubles I've Seen: Watchdog's personality is of necessity not very nice - she has to play the part of the gritty, unlikable vigilante as a way of making sure no one pays too much attention to her. Out of Town: At her core, Ashley is in many ways still a product of her conservative upbringing - even though she did learn to relax during her time at Claremont. Patriot: Ashley George loves the United States of America and all it stands for. Secret: Ashley George is a 26 year old Secret Service agent, not a teenager from an alternate universe! Split Personality: Ashley's powers occasionally result in her copying certain mental traits of those whose powers she steals - this annoyance is one of the reasons she doesn't do it very often. We Get The Job Done: Ashley is the biracial daughter of a first-generation immigrant. Who's That Girl: Ashley wears her helmet because while there aren't that many people who would recognize the workaholic wallflower that was Ashley George from her time at Claremont - or for that matter connect her with the heroine Copycat, there are a few. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 6 + 0 + 6 + 4 = 24PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 10 + 10 = 20PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +5 Base, +9 Gun, +9 Damage, +15 Mimic Defense: +9 (+5 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +7 Knockback: -5/-2/-1 Saves: 5 + 6 + 5 = 16PP Toughness: +11/+5/+3 (+3 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +6 Armor) Fortitude: +8 (+3 Con, +5) Reflex: +8 (+2 Dex, +6) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 72R = 18PP Bluff 8 (+10, SM) Climb 3 (+5) Concentration 2 (+5) Drive 3 (+5) Gather Info 3 (+5) Intimidate 8 (+10, SM) Investigate 5 (+5) Medicine 3 (+5) Knowledge (Civics) 5 (+5) Languages 2 (French, Vietnamese, Base: English) Notice 7 (+10, SM) Search 5 (+5) Sense Motive 7 (+10, SM) Stealth 8 (+10) Swim 3 (+5) Feats: 14PP All-Out Attack Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 4 Equipment 15 (From Veteran Award) Evasion Interpose Power Attack Precise Shot 1 Quick Draw [Draw] Skill Mastery (Bluff, Intimidate, Notice, Sense Motive) Takedown Attack Well-Informed Equipment 15 PP 4EPs Masterwork Cellphone Masterwork Rebreather Masterwork Handcuffs Masterwork Tools (Craft [Mechanical]) Description: The Dawg looks like a decade-old Cadillac DeVille that's been modified by an experienced street mechanic into a fearsome road machine, perfect for a badass vigilante. The front of the car is modified to look like a snarling dog with headlights for eyes and snarling teeth around the grille, while the sound of its specially modified engine sounds distinctly like the growl of a large pitbull. It's fast and tough, easily capable of chasing down almost anything on the road - including metahumans! It's also completely bulletproof, with an internal life support system, built-in communicator and satellite phone, 'storage compartments' and an almost unbeatable onboard GPS. A close look reveals even more modifications - 5-inch armored doors, and "bulletproof glass so thick it blocks out parts of the light spectrum." run-flat tires, and a 454-cubic-inch engine.Confirmed accessories include "an integrated 10-disc CD changer, a foldaway desktop and reclining rear seats with massaging, adaptive cushions." It weighs about 14,000 pounds. At the touch of a button, it can turn itself into a normal-looking car - though it's still bright red. Normal mode The Dawg (STR 45 SPD 6 DEF 9 TOU 10 Size: Huge, Features: Alarm 2 [DC 25], Computer, Feature: Cellphone comm., Hidden Compartments, Navigation System Powers: Impervious Toughness 10, Immunity 9 (Life Support), Morph 6 (normal car), Super-Senses 4 (Radar) [55EP] Description: The Dawg Pound is a specially modified warehouse in Port Regal that looks perfect for the home of a gritty young vigilante. With space to park the Dawg and space to park her crew, it's a totally radical place. The fridge is stocked with diet soda and energy drinks, the freezer with frozen pizzas and chicken nuggets, the gym has equipment for punching away your inner demons to an angry techno soundtrack, the flatscreen TV in the rec room even has an XBox One with the latest games. It's angsty teen superhero paradise! Headquarters Array 9 (15EP, AP: Alternate Power 1) [16EP] BE: Dawg Pound [Size: Huge; Toughness: 20; Features: Communications, Computer, Concealed, Garage, Gym, Living Space, Power System, Security System, Workshop] The House is just a perfectly normal one-story white house with attached garage near the edge of Bayview, away from the city limits - what do you mean? Why would this house be special? AP: House Size: Small; Toughness: 15; Features: Communications, Concealed [4], Garage, Living Space, Power (Impervious + Immunity), Personnel (Other Secret Service Agents), Power System, Security System [2], Workshop Power: Immunity 9 (Life Support) + Impervious Toughness 10 {19/20} Powers: 7 + 17 + 32 + 2 = 58PP Damage 3 (Raven's Training, PFs: Accurate 2, Innate, Mighty) (training) [7PP] Device 4 (Watchdog Armor and Guns, 20DP, Flaw: Hard to Lose, PF: Restricted 1 [voiceprint]) (technology) [17PP] Blast 5 (pulsed energy projectiles; PFs: Accurate 2) [12DP] Protection 6 [6DP] Super-Senses 2 (Infravision, Ultravision) [2DP] Power Thief Container 5 (25PP Container, PFs: Accurate 5, Precise, Subtle 1 [psionic senses]) [32PP] (mutation) Fatigue 5 (Extra: Linked [Mimic, +0]) {10} + Mimic 5 (All Powers, 25PP; Extra: Linked [Fatigue, +0], Flaw: Tainted) {15} + = [10+15=25/25PP] Super-Senses 2 (Danger Sense [Mental], Uncanny Dodge [Mental]) (mutation) [2PP] Totals: Abilities (24) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (16) + Skills (18) + Feats (14) + Powers (58) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points

And you could have some sort of duel in there - if there's a notion of trial by ordeal (and hey, in a superhero setting, the Lion god might for-real withdraw his/her favor from a candidate unworthy of them).

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Wild idea - make Dog and Tortoise tribes to tie into Watchdog and Danica if they ever visit.

Sounds good - gives her a solid angle. I also like the angle of giving her a Killmonger-style focus on the oppression of women in other African nations (albeit one she wants to deal with in villainous ways) as a way of making her almost-but-not-actually the hero - but that's up to you guys!

This is one of those thorny problems: On the one hand, an absolute monarchy or near-absolute monarchy would obviously be a repellent place in the real world. On the other hand, so would a society with masked superpowered vigilantes bringing their own brand of justice to the mundanes. So we're left balancing genre conventions with human rights necessities. No one wants the White Lion to be elected by a majority vote in parliament or have to worry about a no-confidence vote- but nobody wants the White Lion to have to go beat up striking union members either. What I personally would do with Dakana is make it a recent constitutional monarchy - perhaps an innovation of the White Lioness's father or grandfather. It has ethnic divides _and_ it has political movements, the two are often the same but not always. Dakana should look like Wakanda but it should also owe much to Botswana and its heroic royal family. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botswana (And Meiji Japan for that matter, or an Ethiopia where things went well instead of badly.) The White Lion(ess) has enormous potential power because of the popularity of the royal family (and perhaps through the local traditional religion?) but generally defers to Parliament - or even Swiss-style direct democracy, since they probably have the small size and technological sophistication to make it happen. You couldn't have an MCU-Killmonger roll in and take over - but you could let the Red Hyena and her followers be like more hostile versions of the MCU-M'Baku. If the people backed Red Hyena for the throne (and if Red Hyena won the challenge), what would the White Lioness do? These are the sorts of dilemmas that makes things interesting... At least, those are some of my ideas! You guys may have different thoughts.

Sorry this has gone neglected so long, HB - I'll comment on it tonight.

One last invisible crack knocked the last thug to the ground - and Joule was standing over a trio of groaning, semi-conscious bikers who weren't going to be doing anything illegal for a while. Bedlam being Bedlam, it didn't sound like anyone had called the police just yet either. Several seconds later, Joule heard footsteps behind her, and Anna strolled up - unwrapping gymnast's tape from her fingers. "Well, looks like you took out those boys pretty nice," she commented, cracking her knuckles as she freed them. "I've seen these lowlifes before. They run meth outside of town, they must have thought they could start muscling in on territory here. Stupid of 'em, bet they're high." Anna gave the Russian girl a level look, her Jersey accent thick. "What's the plan, sweetheart?"

"Hello," said Mark, giving Tsunami a warm smile. She'd heard plenty about the famous 'creator' who worked for the United Nations even after he'd stopped operating in costume, and from his gold tie and dark suit to his sparkling white teeth and the magnetic gleam in his blue eyes, he looked every inch like how he'd been described in the years since he'd gone public with his face and identity. "Are you ready to go?" Mark knew Tsunami had been fully briefed on where she was going and what she was doing (and he truthfully had not been paying much attention when he'd been summoned to act as 'mass transporter' for his fellow Claremont alum. She'd look a little out of place in Dakana, a country he'd only visited a few times himself, but he figured someone Raven had dispatched would know their business. "It'll be about 5AM local time when we get there," he offered, "so my advice is visit one of the local coffee places before your meeting. I have a friend who makes me pick up Dakanan roast every time I'm in-country, and it is to _die_ for."

Overshadow is not eligible for membership because he is a world-conquering monster that PCs should not be in cahoots with. His existence is not secret in our site canon.

March 2018 UC-San Diego The UC-San Diego campus wasn't quite dead during spring break. They had far too many residential students, and students who lived on-campus, for that. But as Mark Lucas sat on the soft green grass of the Warren Mall, he mostly had the place to himself, minus a picnicking couple down the way and a guy doing his best to study despite the occasional gust of wind kicking up the pages of his textbook. He wasn't really paying attention, though. "I've been keeping an eye out and so have our friends, but so far there's been no sign of any assassins. I think maybe this was another empty threat. Listen, I promise I'll Skype you once we get there - yes, my phone has service in Dakana. I'm just waiting for my friend so I can give her a ride. Love you too, babe, and give the baby a kiss for me." Feeling sentimental, Mark hung up the phone and checked the West Coast time - did he had time to pop back over and see his wife and son before playing taxi for Tsunami? Probably not. With a sigh, he slipped his phone in his pocket and waited for his rendezvous.

Ah crap, I totally forgot about this thread! Let's say that takes out the bad guy - I'll post IC.

The Sandersons 1 Raina's mom starts casting Teleport 2 Raina's father fires a Snare at Nighthawk: That hits! DC 22 Reflex save Peyton shoots at Woundmaker http://orokos.com/roll/597711 = 18 I'll say that catches him flat-footed, because why not http://orokos.com/roll/597712 = 29 on the Tou save, though, alas Cannibal Alkahest kills a guy as a free action, but is otherwise dazed. New round! This time we're going to be breaking things up - @Electra @alderwitch @Fox @Gizmo @Nick @Tiffany Korta Let me know which major antagonist: Woundmaker The Sanderson Cannibal Alkahest You want to fight

Riley would later find out that the Major and his people had trained in a war. That made sense, given their tactical acumen. Riley hadn't been trained in a war, though. He'd been trained in the Forest. Okay. The people aren't going to remember anything they see here. Okay. People are gonna be on Robin. She needs a distraction. Sparkler's invisible - whatever' she's doing, she needs a distraction. Okay. People are gonna jump - Frostbyte and Zenith can catch them. Okay. When he spoke, he growled like a predator. "Wrong. I'm not a delinquent. I'm a goddamned Woodsman!" Having pulled his poncho out from under his shirt and over his head, Woodsman vaulted onto the stage again. He needed a codeword that would tell his friends to look away and cover their eyes without giving away his intentions. Without missing a beat, he yelled "Bear piss!" before he kicked over one of the still-standing spotlights into a nearby wallscreen, the glass immediately exploding in a shower of sparks that briefly blinded anyone looking at it directly. By the time the sparks had faded, the scrappy teenager in the poncho had seemed to vanish from sight entirely.

-1HP for Inspiration -1HP to acquire Quick Change -1HP to stunt Dazzle 3 (visual, Extra: Area [Burst], Flaw: Action [Full]) off Woodsman's Equipment. Surging - spending an HP to cancel the fatigue Disappearing with a DC 30 Stealth check. 1 HP left

As the smoke cleared, Caradoc shook his head, feeling bruising beneath the armor that Gina would no doubt point out to him in the morning. But there were more important things than pain now. I will be fine, he told Dragonfly by radio. I will guard the rear. He took off with another roar of flame, his armor belching black smoke and fire, and landed in the middle of the two men who had come armed enough to hurt him. Well. So they had believed, anyway. He swung his 'sword' with an unholy shriek of barely concealed Terminus energy and cut through one's launcher with as much hesitation as that man might have used to cut melted butter, the too-fragile fragments of the launcher's casing falling to the ground as they smoldered with a black flame that gave no heat, gave no light, yet might never be put out. As that man staggered, shocked, and all around the mind-controlled mercenaries turned to stare, Caradoc spun and fired from the hip at the other RPG-wielder. He missed him. Of course he did - the blast that struck at the man's feet, instantly converting matter to energy and beyond, creating an explosion that tossed him into the air and back again with tremendous force, would have killed an unprotected human being. As bullets sparked off his armor like rain, Caradoc seemed to ripple like a bad dream and transformed before the eyes of all onlookers into the monster that haunted their dreams - a cold, mechanical paragon of the mixed murder arts, the walking abomination that the forces of the Terminus sent to kill superheroes for the sheer entropic sport of it, an Alpha Omegadrone. He picked up the now-disarmed rocket launcher soldier by the throat and hefted him high in the air, and when he spoke on the radio again it was with a basso barking fury like a mad dog. It was a hard discipline, and a hard thing to do. But Steve remembered being controlled - and knew that any sacrifice to end such a thing was worthwhile. "THEY NEVER WARNED YOU OF ME!?"

Harrier flies over to Rocket Launcher Guy 1: Standard Action: All-Out Attacks the rocket launcher with his pike: 37! Well that's a DC 27 Toughness save for the rocket launcher specifically, so that's probably pretty sundered? He's going to turn and shoot the other rocket launcher operator with his regular Blast, still all-out attacking. http://orokos.com/roll/597689 = 26 Spending another HP to cancel the fatigue for that. Still pretty sure that hits! Gonna put the extra towards Nullifying the Mind Control, maybe...

BAGGED AND TAGGED by Thevshi 14PP on Woodsman ATK 2 [4PP] Attack: +14, +15 Hatchet, +16 Ranged DEF 2 [4PP] Defense: +16 (+10 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +5 Flat-Footed Change this AP AP: Blast 10 (what's a box gonna do?, Extras: Area [General, Burst], Penetrating 4 [as DMG 14], Flaw: Unreliable 2 [1 Use/Day], Feats: Variable Descriptor 2 [Chemical/Ballistic/Bludgeoning/Concussive/Piercing/Slashing) {16/16} to AP: Blast 11 (what's a box gonna do?, Extras: Area [General, Burst], Flaw: Unreliable 2 [1 Use/Day], Feats: Variable Descriptor 2 [Chemical/Ballistic/Bludgeoning/Concussive/Piercing/Slashing) {16/16} Add Gadgets 1 (Hunter's Arsenal; 5PP Variable Power, Any One Power At A Time; Extra: Duration [Continuous]; Flaws: Hard-To-Lose) [6PP]