Avenger Assembled

Unnatural Paragon Power Level: 10 (150 PP) Abilities: 4 + 2 + 4 + 4 + 6 + 4 = 24 PP Strength 30/14 (+10/+2) Dexterity 12 (+1) Constitution 14 (+2) Intelligence 14 (+2) Wisdom 16 (+3) Charisma 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 PP Attack: +6 (+10 Unnatural Powers) Defense: +10 (+6 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Initiative: +1 Grapple: +23/+8 Knockback: -10/-5/-1 Saving Throws: 6 + 4 + 5 = 15 PP Toughness: +10/+2 (+2 CON, +8 Protection) Fortitude: +8 (+2 CON, +6) Reflex: +5 (+1 DEX, +4) Will: +8 (+3 WIS, +5) Skills: 52r = 13 PP Diplomacy 10 (+12) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 13 (+15) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 8 (+10) Languages 2 (Arabic, English [base], Latin) Notice 8 (+10) Search 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 11 PP Dodge Focus 4 Fearless Leadership Move-By Action Power Attack Ritualist Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 3 + 2 + 10 + 8 + 1 + 38 = 62 PP Emotion Control 1 (Extras: Action [Reaction [+3], Flaws: Limited 2 [Fear Only, Shaken Only], Uncontrollable), PF: Subtle) [3 PP] Flight 1 (10 MPH/100 ft. per round) [2 PP] Immunity 10 (Life Support, Madness) [10 PP] Protection 8 [8 PP] Space Travel 1 (1c) [1 PP] Unnatural Array 16 (32 pp, PFs: Accurate 2, Alternate Powers 4) [38 PP] BE: Enhanced STR 16 (to STR 30/+10) {16} + Impervious TOU 10 {10} + Super-Strength 3 (Str 45, Heavy Load: 6 tons) {6} {16+10+6=32/32} AP: Blast 10 (all-devouring gaze of Azathoth, Extra: Range [Perception], PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2) {32/32} AP: ESP 6 (eyes of Tindalos, 20 miles/visual and auditory, Extra: No Conduit, PFs: Dimensional 2 [any pseudonatural], Fast Task 4 [Full Action to Search 1 Mile], Subtle [DC 26 Notice]) {31/32} AP: Snare 10 (icy breath of Ithaqua, Extra: Constricting, PFs: Covers Sense [auditory], Reversible) {32/32} AP: Teleport 10 (stride of Nyarlathotep, 1000 ft/Earth to Moon, Extra: Accurate 10, PFs: Easy, Turnabout) {32/32} Abilities (24) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (13) + Feats (11) + Powers (63) - Disadvantages (0) = 150 PP --------------------------------------------------- Design Notes: A flash of light in the sky and a rocket came careening to Earth, landing safely in a major city's park, and out she stepped. Clad in a familiar-looking costume, she claimed to be the long-lost cousin of Earth's greatest hero. And she seemed to be much like him - she had his super-strength and invulnerability, fantastic speed that let her fly through space like it was nothing, super-senses that let her gaze through walls and watch an entire city at once, icy freeze breath and a gaze of flashing red lasers - it was all very familiar. But there was something _wrong_ with her. Was it the too-big eyes, as if someone had tried to make her look pitiful but just missed the Uncanny Valley? The too-long, oddly bare torso, as if holding something sinister inside? Or maybe it was the way elder gods coveted her power, or the bizarre abilities that seemed to erupt from her in moments of great crisis. She may be a hero, but dark secrets loom in her past of forgotten sacrifices and blasphemed champions. Inspired by Michael Turner's poor grasp of anatomy (shame what happened to him, though, evidently he was a super-nice guy), here's a paragon who isn't quite right - I've built her as a pseudonatural champion, an elder god or humanoid abomination wrapped in mortal flesh doing her best to look like a superhero but not quite getting the finer details down. But she could be an infernal champion of Hell, or a shadow creature brought to life. She might be a daughter or cousin of the dread Umbra, perhaps with a less sinister approach to heroing than her "progenitor" but with no more idea how to go about doing it. Another idea would be to make her the last champion of a world lost to the rest of us - perhaps after uncountable voyages through unspeakable dimensions, the rocket carrying the last daughter of >Earth Z-Eldritch-1 has come home.

"-won't say anything," Nina was saying as they appeared on the lawn together, in her band shirt and jeans looking more like the college student she was in Freedom City than the princess she was everywhere else. And in Freedom City, too, most of the time - it had taken a lot of persuasion from Mark to get her to dress down. "I know secret identities are very important to you and your friends. And I'm sure your friends won't start declaring 'I'm Geckoman' or 'I'm Wander', I think they have better breeding than that." "All right, but as long as you're on your best behavior," Mark made her promise as he walked up to Corbin's front door. "Corbin's a good friend, and so's everyone else who was invited. No funny stuff." She caught his eye, and they both grinned. "Not even that stuff, not in Corbin's house!" he said with an elbow to her ribs. "His girlfriend's got cosmic senses or something, it would be really weird. We're just going as a nice, normal couple, meeting my nice, normal high school friend." "It must have been so dull going to school with so many other people," Nina commented as Mark rang the bell. "How did you get anyone to pay attention to you?" "Oh, I had my ways..." Once he'd rung the bell, Mark pushed open the door and headed inside.

"It's okay, Boreas, you've got this!" came a friendly, albeit harried voice, from the dustcloud. "I still can't see anything yet, so you're going to have to hold him off! Listen, he's made of molten rock so ice and cold is going to hurt him real bad, right?" Mark was pretty sure how that worked; it was how it had worked with the previous lava monsters he'd fought. "Normally I'd call for backup, but he is RIGHT there and there are Afar villages just up the valley that he's going to walk through fi he heads for the ocean. We've got to take him down, fast and hard! Now he can probably smash you and I to bits if he gets ahold of us, so my advice is, don't let him! Hit him with everything you've got and slow him down, and I'll try and set him up for the knockout punch! Just remember," he added, "careful fighting around the volcano! The last thing you want to do is destroy the tungsten patch." A rampaging lava monster was bad; a rampaging lava monster plus a lava flood would ruin everyone's day.

OK, so he halves it - DC 27 saves becomes DC 21. He fails by 2 and is bruised. How does being hit by molten lava do non-lethal damage? The magic of comic books, woo, and maybe because he only took burns from being hit by the super-heated air alongside the lava? IDK. All right, Edge goes on 22 Magmar goes on 1 I'm going to have Edge Inspire this round - that's a full-round action (that costs him one of his 8 HP) which gives Boreas a broad +5 bonus to his rolls (albeit not his damage). As soon as I post IC, Boreas is up.

(Real) Stage Magician PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 4 + 8 + 4 + 4 + 6 + 4 = 30 pp STR 14 (+2) DEX 18 (+4) CON 14 (+2) INT 14 (+2) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 pp ATK: +6 (+8 Mystic Power, +12 Unarmed) DEF: +8 (+2 Dodge, +6 Base, +3 flat-footed) Init: +4 Grapple: +10/+16 w/Move Object Knockback: -6/-3/-1 Saves: 5 + 4 + 5 = 14 pp TOU +12/+6/+2 (+2 Con, +4 Defensive Roll) FORT +7 (+2 Dex, +5) REF +8 (+4 Dex, +4) WILL +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 68 r= 17 pp Acrobatics 11 (+15, SM) Bluff 11 (+15/+19, SM) Concentration 2 (+5) Diplomacy 4 (+6/+10) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 8 (+10, SM) Language 2 (English [base], Greek, Latin) Notice 5 (+8) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Sleight of Hand 11 (+15, SM) Stealth 11 (+15, SM) Feats: 20 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Specialization: Unarmed 3 Attractive Challenge 2 (Fast Acrobatic Bluff, Fast Taunt) Defensive Roll 2 Distract (Bluff) Dodge Focus 2 Evasion Fascinate (Bluff) Hide in Plain Sight Luck Ritualist Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Bluff, Sleight of Hand, Stealth) Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 4 + 6 + 32 + 3 = 45 pp Flight 1 ("!ylF", 10 MPH/100 fpm, PFs: Move-By Action, Subtle) [4PP] Force Field 6 ('!em ssiM") [6PP] Mystic Power Array 13 (26PP, PFs: Accurate, Alternate Powers 5) [32PP] BE: Blast 12 ("!nruB", PFs: Indirect, Variable Descriptor 1 [any elemental]) {26/26} AP: Create Object 8 ("!llaw enotS", Extra: Moveable, PFs: Precise, Subtle) {26/26} AP: Dazzle 12 ("!tsrubnuS", visual, PFs: Indirect, Variable Descriptor 1 [any elemental]) {26/26} AP: Move Object 8 ("!sdniw ythgiM", Str 40, Heavy Load 3 tons; Extra: Range [Perception, PFs: Precise, Subtle) {26/26} AP: Snare 12 ("!ezeerF", PFs: Reversible, Variable Descriptor 1 [any elemental]) {26/26} AP: Teleport 4 ("!rood nepO", 400 ft/1 mile, Extras: Accurate [+1], Portal [+2], PFs: Easy, Turnabout) {22/26} Super-Senses 3 (Detect Magic 3 [visual]) [3PP] costs abilities 30 + combat 24 + saves 14 + skills 17/68 + feats 20 + powers 45 = 150 pts ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Design Notes: Here's my build for a real stage magician like Zatanna. She's much more charismatic and acrobatic than your typical mystic character, as befits somebody who can headline her own show with lots of showy tricks and other feats. She can work a crowd, fool a mark up close, and do all kinds of tricks - and that's before you get to her backwards-talking magic! (Note that a Power Loss: When Unable to Speak would be a perfectly viable drawback for her; I've simply chosen to represent that as a Complication for this build.) Her magic is pretty simple and straightforward, but very broad, as befits somebody whose powers work by the words they say. As it is she's got broad abilities; she can do damage, lift a car, tag various exotic saves as well as her straight attacks - she's a handy person to have on your side. Her raw arcane power is a little low, however, as is her Arcane Lore - this is because (despite the PL) I've built her as primarily a 'street'-level magician. She's PL 7 in a fight because she hangs around with a certain costumed adventurer and his crew, and her Arcane Lore is a little low because she spends all her time out in the field or in her shows, she doesn't do much hanging around in Towers of Destiny somewhere in New England. She might want to invest in some Impervious to deal with thugs with guns; that +12 is very handy but does get worn down after a time...

"Up you go," said Edge, who was never too busy to help a friend in need. When Eve had joined the group up on the giant's shoulders, the giant reached down to offer a massive finger to Cannonade. "Don't worry," Mark was telling Nina, who was practically a boiling black stormcloud herself as she glared at the giant from her position on his shoulder, "we'll get this done. This is the Liberty League, we can handle gods and goddesses. It's our style." Nina seemed to calm at that, the presence of her powerful boyfriend and his team a reassurance. Mark didn't comment on whether or not her father was guilty or innocent, but he knew his team members knew Typhoon's history well enough. Some fights they didn't need just then." "And you as well, Attican?" asked the ifreet of Cannonade.

The Commander didn't seem bothered by Wail's show of strength, and the watching raptors seemed more impressed (and fascinated!) than anything else. "Keep an eye out for Orthodox clerics with weapons." She sounded especially contemptuous of the last. "My family's political change has not endeared us to the Orthodoxy, especially as I have rank enough to keep our warriors restrained. They will, ah, be wearing brown and grey, and carrying..." She made a gesture with her claws, then spread it wider. "flamethrowers, as you would call them. To cook our meat is the ultimate insult." "They broke into my laboratory-" started Thinks, before the Commander added, "Your mother's basement?" Thinks straightened to the extent of his not very tall full height at the jibe and nodded. "a couple of weeks ago, and sprayed Orthodox symbols in rotten ungulate blood. It was disgusting." "Feh." The raptor shook her head, and belatedly greeted the others. "You are most welcome. Feel free to socialize and introduce yourselves to the other party guests, it may be...instructive for them to see mammals as sentients that..." Suddenly, from inside the house came the sound of shattering glass and a roar of pure animalistic fury. Something that might have been French doors shattered as a scaly figure came crashing through them, his brown and grey robes torn and bleeding, revealing inside a scene of chaos as a half-dressed teenage raptor faced off against one her size in the same clothes. She was in the middle of shouting, "-mother should have eaten your egg before you hatched, miserable scion of Orthodoxy!" With a roar, the Commander led the charge into the house, and under siege from an angry mother raptor and four humanoid heroes, the other raptor backed down too. Robes or not, he didn't look to be much older than Thinks or Runs-With. It was tough to tell with velociraptors anyway. "Great Commander, I meant no disrespect," said the big male, showing the back of his neck and cringing, "I only meant to show your daughter that it was not too late for your family to return to the Bringer's embrace and-" "Fool," hissed the angry raptor, all predator now, "if not for our guests I would eat your heirs for your deeds! And to think you dared court my daughter!" As her mother squared off with the young raptor cleric, Runs-With turned her head to take in the Earthly heroes, which looked half-smeared with what might have been war paint on a human, and her slit eyes widened. "You! How did you get here?" "That was me!" offered Thinks-and-Eats, sidling up to join the others with a wink. "I built a dimensional gateway! Isn't it cool?" He seemed blind to the carnage, blind to the confrontation, and obviously only had eyes for the crouching, wire-tense Runs-With-Fangs-Bared.

"I'm just so tired. I feel like I haven't slept in months." Peter lay back on the provided hospital bed, staring up at the airplane ceiling as Gina went to work. "Will they be able to fix me?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, and I don't know if I could stop myself if it happened again. It was just so, so easy..." He looked heartsick. "I don't wanna lose mah kids because of this. I...I just want them to be happy. To have more than we had when we were that age." Peter hadn't been his mother's victim the way Gina had been, but then he hadn't really had a mother once the elder Evans had something to focus her own narcissism on. "I don't wanna be Psychlo the crazy Missouri truck driver. I wanna be a daddy." He looked over at Gina and said, "I'm glad you're happy, Gina." --- Having left his radio link open back onto the plane, Steve was left with the uncomfortable position of continuing to perpetuate Gina's deception - as usual, it was not an area he excelled, either by inclination or by skill. "Well, then, ye mystery be...solved." No, I sound like one of those corsairs from the television! "Perhaps we should leave Peter Evans' treatment to the doctors while we use olde connections in Freedom City to find...mind-healers who can help bind these wounds?" Suddenly 'Caradoc's' rather unconvincing persona gave way to words said with real sentiment. "To be taken and used against one's will will scar even the gentlest of souls."

All right, we are officially in combat! Magmar gets a surprise round and uses Damage 12 (Extra: Area [Cone], Flaw: Limited [Touch]) to blast at Boreas. That's a DC 22 Reflex save to halve the DC 27 damage, Have an HP for being taken by surprise, and roll for initiative!

The great lava-beast's roar was like one of Boreas' own winds hurled back at him, the air shimmering hazy hot around him as if he'd stuck his head in an oven. How hot was Magmar himself, itself, if even being this close was so overpoweringly hot? "ROAAAAR! MAGMAR SMASH PUNY SURFACE MAN! THEN, MAGMAR GET REVENGE ON ATLANTIS!" Slamming its giant fists together, Magmar blew a fiery cone of molten hot lava directly at Boreas, a flaming hot burst of molten rock so hot that even its passage through the air near the weather-controller was enough to burn. A little belatedly, Boreas heard through his commlink Edge's voice, sounding a little tense but generally confident despite their imposing situation. There was still no sign of the other hero in the spreading dust cloud beneath the volcano's mouth. "Oh jeez, not these guys again! It's all right, man, we can handle this if we work together!"

"In my experience, it is wise policy to destroy mystical artifacts," said the former Soviet hero easily, whose AEGIS file Victory knew only too well - Comrade Frost had not always been a hero, at least not always when dealing with Americans, and more than a few priceless artifacts had wound up destroyed in Soviet hands over the decades. "They bring nothing but trouble and this place has had trouble enough, hmm?" He strode fearlessly past the Iraqi heroes to study the statue closely, taking out antique bifocals and peering at it intently. "But if Russia was making decisions about Iraq, things would be very different, eh?" He laughed cheerfully, clapping one of the big fellows on the shoulder with his icy hand. "You know, if is going to be problem, I say we just give it to jet-fellow here and have him fly it somewhere far away. Few could catch you, Victory!"

"The Champions are dead," reported Comrade Frost bleakly, the icy hero having scouted the city as a cloud of fog while the others repaired the damage as best they could. "I found them all," he said shortly, wiping his hands on a pristine white handkerchief that didn't stay white for long - not with the black, tarry fluid on his gloved hands wiping off. The other heroes had seen Frost snarky, nigh-murderous, and occasionally amused, but the veteran hero looked truly unsettled by his find. "They had been dead a long time." He looked down at the black-eyed corpse who had fallen where the heroes had risen from the Earth, the last remnants of one of the city's former defenders. "A fungus in the brain had eaten away at everything, and grown into the nervous system. He must have been controlling them from the beginning." He bent down over the final corpse and looked up at the others. "I destroyed the rest, down to the last fragment. I do not think zelenyy chelovek used these powers on others, but such things cannot be left to grow wild, on this or any other Earth." And with that, he put his hand on the corpse's face, closing those dead eyes before the entire remains began to shift to first blue, then white as the heat was drained right out of it, transforming a human corpse into a crumbling block of ice. "I'm sorry,my friend," he murmured quietly as he worked.

Cyberkinetic Cowl Abilities: 10 + 8 + 10 + 14 + 4 + 0 = 46 pp STR 20 (+5) DEX 18 (+4) CON 20 (+5) INT 24 (+7) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 14 + 16 = 30 pp ATK: +7 (+15 Cyberkinesis/Unarmed) DEF: +11 (+3 Dodge, +8 Base, +4 flat-footed) Init: +4 Grapple: +13 Knockback: -4/-2 Saves: 2 + 3 + 5 = 10 pp TOU +9/+5 (+5 Con, +4 Protection) FORT +7 (+5 Con, +2) REF +7 (+4 Dex, +3) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 72 r=18 pp Acrobatics 11 (+15) Climb 5 (+10) Computers 8 (+15) Craft (Electronic) 3 (+10) Craft (Mechanical) 3 (+10) Disable Device 3 (+10) Drive 1 (+5) Investigate 3 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 3 (+10) Notice 8 (+10) Search 3 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 11 (+15) Feats: 22 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Specialization: Cyberkinesis 4 Attack Specialization: Unarmed 4 Dodge Focus 3 Eidetic Memory Evasion Inventor Jack of all Trades Master Plan Online Research Power Attack Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 13 + 1 + 4 + 4 = 22 pp Cyberkinesis Array 5 (10 PP, PFs: Alternate Power 2) [13PP] BE: Nullify 5 (all electronics, Extra: Duration [Concentration], Flaw: Range [Touch]) {10/10} AP: Damage 5 (Extras: Autofire, Linked [Drain, +0], Penetrating; Flaw: Limited 2 [Electronics Only]) {5} + Drain Toughness 5 (Extras: Affects Only Objects [+0], Autofire, Penetrating, Linked [Damage]; Flaw: Limited 2 [Electronics Only]) {5} {5+5=10/10} AP: Transform 5 (any program into any program, Flaw: Range [Touch]) {10/10} Datalink 1 (10 ft, radio) [1PP] Device 1 (Costume, Flaw: Hard to Lose) [4PP] Feature 1 (Computer) [1DP] Protection 4 [4DP] Super-Senses 4 (Detect Electronics 3 [radio], Radio) [4PP] costs abilities 46 + combat 30 + saves 10 + skills 18/72 + feats 22 + powers 22 = 150 pts ----------------------------------------- Design Notes: Among other things, one of my recent projects has been watching the cut-scenes for the new game Injustice: Gods Among Us, one of whose DLC characters is the Barbara Gordon Batgirl. That Batgirl has an origin story different than the typical version: as Oracle, she was the computer genius and information specialist for Batman's Insurgency before the murder of her father James Gordon propelled her into costume and into action as Batgirl. That got me thinking about a computer-specialist cowl; in particular a cowl with genuine cyberkinetic abilities of her own! That produced this young woman, a badass crime fighter, trained athlete, and master of electronics. With her formidable computer abilities, she can hack her way into almost any system, cheating with her powers if she has to in a crisis. Note that her abilities may seem low-ranked, but power attacking with her Nullify or her Damage/Drain Toughness (much less that Transform!) will make her a potent threat to any computerized bad guy out there. She's not much for people skills; makes sense since the people she meets are usually bad guys or on the other side of a computer screen. She's smart enough to build her own stuff, especially with her abilities. She can take hits better than your average Cowl, though she's potentially in trouble if she's ever caught without her costume. One thing she lacks is a movement power; she gets around the rooftops by sheer physical grace right now. So maybe invest in a grapple gun for her once you've got the points! She probably drives around in an off-the-shelf car at this point, perhaps one that she'll eventually modify enough to make it worth being statted. She's not really a master of anything right now, but she is just starting out. I think she'd be fun to play.

The giant's enormous eyes grew even wider at the sight of yet another famous citizen of the mortal realm. "I...we are not savages, my lady. My masters will try the mortal as befits the ancient laws of our people, and then give him the penalty of any god-slayer. And we did not arrest Typhoon in our lands, but in this one. My lord Al-Quam did send his shadow legions to apprehend the foul god-slayer. The Kaaba gateway was no doubt torn open by Typhoon himself as he made his escape to the realm of mortals. He has been to our realm before," added the giant fire-genie, contempt on his massive face, "and stolen from the very gods. All know his face and his works."

-1 HP (do I have any left, TT?) for an Inspire on the Liberty League + Dralion! (See, Mark included him in his speech too)

"This is, without a doubt, the worst magical invasion I have ever been part of!" Edge shouted over the sound of the leprechauns' taunts. "You people...do you even know what Ireland is like? It's full of nice Catholic and Protestant people! They have enough problems, they don't want to live under the rule of cereal mascots from Erde with terrible fashion sense! Much less of the rest of the world!" He jabbed a finger against his palm, then slammed a fist. "And you know what, I read history sometimes, and things weren't even that different in 1940! You're not even misguided. You wanted to put chains on the world then, just like you want to do now! Well, you're about to get justice from BOTH worlds, so watch out! Liberty League, let's show them what we're made of!" He was making a spectacle of himself on purpose, as his friends well knew, drawing attention to the big and the loud so the fast and the strong could do their work.

It was a hot half hour or so for the two young men; Edge keeping himself hydrated with water bottles he produced from nothing while Boreas had access to the sky's moisture to stay going even in the extreme heat of the Ethiopian desert. Over a live volcano! But eventually the job was done and the volcano was patched, the tungsten settling in and looking vaguely like a metallic filling in the cavity opened in the mountain by the recent earthquake. Backing off from the crater, Edge tapped his commlink and said, "All right, Boreas, I think we did it. Come down here and we can-woah!" Suddenly the ground shook, knocking Mark off his feet, and from his aerial position Boreas saw a cloud of dust and smoke sweep over his erstwhile employer, as suddenly the entire surface of the lava lake began to tremble, smoke pouring from the crater, the molten rock rippling impossibly like a lake in a summer breeze... Until something parted the surface, and began to climb out. The figure was humanoid in the loosest sense, with a head and two arms and two legs, but with a triple row of glowing red eyes running down its face, and glowing yellow and red skin that looked to be made of the same stuff as the lava. It towered high, very high, rising to nearly a hundred feet by Boreas' estimation as one clawed foot made contact with the rocky surface at the top of the sunken mountain. It threw back a crystalline head and howled in a voice like Pompeii exploding. "RAAAAAAAAAOOOOARRR! AT LAST, AFTER TEN THOUSAND YEARS, MAGMAR IS FREE TO LAY WASTE TO THE COLD ONES ABOVE! WHERE ARE PUNY ATLANTEAN WIZARDS?"

Squishy Brick PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 10 + 4 + 10 + 2 + 4 + 0 = 30 pp STR 40/20 (+15/+5) DEX 14 (+2) CON 20 (+5) INT 12 (+1) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 10 + 16 = 26 pp ATK: +5 DEF: +15 (+7 Shield, +8 Base, +4 flat-footed) Init: +2 Grapple: +10/+32 w/Enhanced STR/+20 w Move Object Knockback: -2 Saves: 2 + 5 + 5 = 12 pp TOU +5 (+5 Con) FORT +7 (+5 Con, +2) REF +7 (+2 Dex, +5) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 68r = 17PP Bluff 10 (+10) Concentration 8 (+10) Diplomacy 10 (+10) Drive 3 (+5) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 9 (+10) Knowledge (Physical Sciences) 4 (+5) Medicine 8 (+10) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 5 PP All-Out Attack Move-By Action Second Chance (Medicine checks) Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 6 + 44 + 9 + 4 = 62PP Flight 3 (50 MPH, 500 fpm) [6PP] Gravity Control Array 22 (42 PP, PFs: Alternate Powers 2) [44PP] BE: Enhanced STR 20 (to STR 40/+15) {20} + Super-Strength 12 (Str 100, Heavy Load: 12.5K tons) {22} {20+22=42/42} AP: Move Object 10 (STR 50, Heavy Load 12 tons, Extras: Area [burst], Damaging, Selective, Flaw: Limited [up or Down Only], PFs: Indirect, Subtle) {42/42} AP: Move Object 10 (STR 50, Heavy Load 12 tons, Extras: Damaging, Range [Perception], PFs: Indirect, Subtle) {42/42} Shield 7 (PFs: Evasion 2) [9PP] Super-Senses 3 (gravitic field sense [tactile; enhancements: analytical, ranged]) [3PP] costs abilities 30 + combat 26 + saves 10 + skills 17/68 + feats 5 + powers 62 = 150 pts ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Design Notes: Generally super-strong characters in comics are tough, capable of dishing out punishment and taking it in their own measure. One notable exception is recurring X-Man Sunspot, a gravity manipulator who is really really strong but mostly just a normal guy physically. That was the inspiration behind this build - he's really, really strong, one of my strongest builds, capable of dishing out tremendous damage whether in melee or by picking up an object and 'throwing' it with his gravitically-enhanced strength. But he's just a man behind all that power, and if you can get close enough and hit him you can lay him out with a few good punches. He actually has a little bit of flexibility, but his Gravitic Manipulation powers (the Move Objects) don't let him bring the sheer power that gravity-backed punches do - if he really wants a fight, he'll have to get up close and personal with enemies who can atomize him if they manage to land a single punch. He can't even fly faster than he can breathe! A build like this requires care - my advice is to make frequent use of the Move-By Action feat on his Flight, letting him stay mobile on the battlefield and out of melee range of the big bad guys. Taking the advice from Doc's Gravity Guy build, I've built this as a paramedic caught in the backwash of an experimental anti-grav device - he's no dummy, but he's still learning how his powers work. If you shuffle the skills and feats around some, he could be an inventor or a soldier, or perhaps he's just a veteran hero who has a lot of strong training. A build like this would also work for a teenage Claremont student like Sunspot, someone with training in hero skills and the basics of combat, but who could use a little seasoning. And hopefully the chance to learn how to make a forcefield!

Benjamin Franklin Abilities: 0 + 0 + 0 + 10 + 2 + 4 = 16PP STR: 30/10 (+10/+0) DEX: 10 (+0) CON: 20/10 (+5/+0) INT: 20 (+5) WIS: 12 (+1) CHA: 14 (+2) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP ATK: +4 (+6 Electrical Control [+10 Electrical Control in Suit]) DEF: +7 (+2 Dodge, +1 Shield, +4 Base, +2 Flat-Footed) Init: +0 Grapple: +6/+14 w/Magnetic Control/+17 w/Enhanced STR/+18 w/Enhanced Magnetic Control Knockback: -10/-4/-2/-0 Saves: 5 + 5 + 6 = 16PP TOU: +13/+9/+5/+4/+0 (+0 Con, +4 Force Field, +4 Protection, +5 Enhanced Con) FORT: +10/+5 (+0 Con, +5, +5 Enhanced Con) REF: +5 (+0 Dex, +5) WIS: +7 (+1 Wis, +6) Skills: 56 r = 14PP Bluff 8 (+10/+14) Concentration 4 (+5) Craft (Electronic) 8 (+13) Craft (Mechanical) 8 (+13) Diplomacy 8 (+10/+14) Knowledge (Technology) 8 (+13) Languages 4 (English [base], French, Greek, Latin, Seneca) Notice 4 (+5) Sense Motive 4 (+5) Feats: 8PP Attractive Beginner's Luck Dodge Focus 2 Eidetic Memory Inventor Jack of all Trades Second Chance (vs Fear checks) Powers: 45 + 19 + 4 + 6 + 4 + 2 = 80PP Device 11 (Galvanic Power Armor, Flaw: Hard to Lose, PF: Electrical Controllers]) [45PP] Enhanced Constitution 10 (to CON 20/+5) [10DP] Enhanced Electrical Control 7 (PFs: Accurate 2, Alternate Powers 2) [18DP] Flight 3 (50 MPH/500 fpm) [6DP] Immunity 9 (Life Support) [9DP] Impervious TOU 8 [8DP] Shield 1 [1DP] Super-Senses 2 (Infravision, Radio) [2DP] Electrical Control 8 (16PP, PFs: Accurate, Alternate Powers 2) [19PP] BE: Blast 8 {16/16} AP: Magnetic Control 7 (Str 35, Hvy Load 1.5 tons; PFs: Indirect, Subtle) {16/16} AP: Stun 8 {16/16} Force Field 4 [4PP] Immunity 6 (aging, electrical damage) [6PP] Protection 4 [4PP] Quickness 4 (x25, Flaw: Limited [Mental Tasks Only]) [2PP] Abilities (16) + Combat (16) + Saves (16) + Skills (14) + Feats (8) + Powers (80) = 150PP ------------------------------- Design Notes: OK, so I built Benjamin Franklin as inspired by Freedom City's Daedalus. He's an immortal hero who has supplemented his mental abilities with a suit of power armor - in his case, quite literally power armor as the suit is powered by the electrical abilities he gained after his first clash with Zeus lo those many years ago. I had to cut some corners, but I think this could pass for the historical Benjamin Franklin - a smart guy and a polymath who can work even with 18th century tools and with enough of a silver tongue to make him a devil with the ladies. (Though easy to fool, given that he had a British spy as his personal secretary for many years during the American Revolution) He can chime in on almost any subject, as befits one of the smartest men of his day. I figure that two centuries of channeling the lightning have hardened his body enough to give him a limited degree of protection even when his magnetic forcefield isn't up. He has a lot of options in combat and is able to deploy everything from ball lightning, cones of electricity erupting from his fingers, or magnetic manipulation to toss around magnetic objects - he can also just amp up the batteries in his suit with his personal energy and punch bad guys really hard. Being inside the suit, with its intimate connections to his abilities, helps armor him against all kinds of attack, making him a bit more resilient than your typical battlesuit. I figure his suit is a little old, hence the lack of many typical super-senses, but he can still get around all right in it. He can suck up some big hits wearing that thing! An even-more Tony Stark-esque Franklin could easily justify Wealth or Security Clearance, while one who has spent his career fighting magical beasts on the American frontier might have some more Arcane Lore. More Charisma, and some Skill Mastery, are both excellent investments for this fine fellow!

"I...I know you, Great One," said the giant, looking a little intimidated at the sight of the very small being before him. He seemed to be whispering, either for Midnight's benefit or out of awe, but still it carried to those on shore. "In this realm, I am only a voice that speaks the words of my masters," Al-Shahada went on. He raised a fist, but made no hostile gesture, instead spreading his fingers and rending apart a hole in space that beckoned into a dark realm lit by distant torches beyond, Midnight's eyes letting him see what looked like an ancient Arabian throne room in wild disarray. "Those I serve may not enter this realm, only dwell inside the Forever Black Stone. Save in death, as has our king below." He cleared a giant throat and added, "Would the Slayer of Entropy and his boon companions care to return within the Stone with me? I can show you the scene of the foul god-slaying murder and the captured criminal in his bonds."

"I can hear them," he admitted, again with that guilty look, which made the years fall right off her older brother's face and suddenly he was the teenager swiping their dad's keys and getting ratted out by Charlie Jr. "But not real loud. It's...it's lahk they're talking in the other room, and I can just make it out through the walls." His eyes widened. "Wait, that can't be right, I thought one of them was thinking about you, but he's just thinking about dead Grue over and over again, he..." He shook his head, as if trying to shake his mind out of the cobwebs of other people's thoughts. "I...so this is what you do?" he asked her. "Working for a superhero like Miss Americana?" Like a lot of men, he said the name with a little extra appreciation. "I guess Freedom City's real far from Blackwater, huh?"

You both realize (even CT, with the help of one of the scientists) that proximity to Grue technology, in a very small number of people, can induce temporary mutations - the space-warping powers of Grue biotech can cause people to temporarily acquire the superpowers that they 'want', in much the same way that Meta-Grue can be infused with the power of various superheroes. Sometimes the Grue use this as a morale-breaker, making the enemy think that there are shapeshifters within their own ranks, but it looks like the mutation effects of the space warp parts happened to play to some powerful psychic potential of Peter's, something that didn't show up on the typical scans. What happened to him can thus probably be cured; or he can learn to live with it as other mutants have.

Initiative: SEIZED

I need a DC 20 Medicine and DC 20 Knowledge (Technology) OR (Galactic Lore) check. You may have +10 to _one_ of those checks from the presence of the Archetech scientists

"Oh my lord..." Peter's voice was dry and cracked, and he drank quickly from the cup of water left by his bed so he could talk. "Ah...Ah don't feel very good. Is that really yew, Gina?" Sitting up, he looked her right in the eye, his own deep and haunted. "Ah never wanted any of this to happen," he went on, looking guilty, a deep blush on his pale cheeks. "Mah wife, mah kid...Ah probably scared the livin' daylights outta them. And everybody else." He looked away. "Ah just thought if Ah could reach out and...and make everyone be nahce, then maybe everything would be okay again. Maybe Momma and Daddy would get back together, and maybe you would come back, and...Ah never did anything the first time, I wanted things to just be all right this time!" His voice cracked again. "And now Ah just made everything worse." ------- Steve fought a brief, mad urge to distract the others from entering Gina's private space by dropping his holographic disguise and fleeing at maximum speed. "I...let us look at the equipment as Miss Americana suggested, and try to figure out what led to...yon events and Peter Evans' telepathy. Where be ye olde Grue equipment?" Luckily the broken Grue equipment was close at hand, and soon it was spread out on the runway for both the newly-arrived Archetech scientists and the heroes to study. "I see communications equipment, a beacon, Grue warp parts...What here could give powers to a man with no powers at all?"