Avenger Assembled

Unfinished sheets go in Character Building.

It's okay, TK, it's a common mistake. I actually checked to make sure that wasn't the British spelling first. APPROVED

Since he gets most of the 1 ep mundane equipment for free, you should specify that it's Masterwork. (Giving you +1 on its use!)

I've got no beefs here! APPROVED

What sense type is her Awareness? And it's Lose, not Loose. Sorry, that one just bugs me. :P

Impundulu PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 12 pp STR 30/14 (+10/+2) DEX 14 (+2) CON n/a (-) INT 16 (+3) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 14 (+2) Combat: 20 pp ATK: +6 (+10 Impundulu Powers) DEF: +8 (+2 flat-footed) Grapple: +7/20 Initiative +6 Saves: 8 pp TOU +12 (+4 Protection, +8 Protection) FORT n/a REF +5 (+2 Dex, +3) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 12 pp=48 r Bluff 8 (+10) Handle Animal 8 (+10) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 2 (+5) Languages 3 (Afrikaans, English, Xhosa: Base: Zulu) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 8 (+10) Survival 3 (+5) Feats: 9 pp Dodge Focus 4, Improved Initiative, Luck, Move-By Action, Precise Shot, Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 95 pp Drain Constitution 2 (Flaw: Requires Grapple) [1 pp] Flight 2 (25 MPH/250 fps) (PF: Subtle, Drawback: Restrainable) [4 pp] Immunity 30 (Fortitude Saves) [30 pp] Impundulu Array 15 (PFs: Accurate 2) [32+2=34 pp] BE: Enhanced Feats 6 (Improved Crit 2 [unarmed], Incurable, Precise, Variable Descriptor 1 [bludgeoning/piercing/slashing] [6] and Enhanced STR 16 (to STR 30/+10) [16] and Super-Strength 4 (Heavy Load: 12 tons) [8] 'avian body' AP: Blast 10 LINKED Dazzle 10 (auditory) (PFs: Indirect 2) 'lightning' AP: Teleport 9 (900 ft/anywhere on Earth) (Extra: Accurate, PFs: Change Direction, Change Velocity, Easy, Progression, Turnabout) 'riding the lightning' Protection 8 (Extra: Impervious 6) [14 pp] Protection 4 (Extra: Impervious, Flaw: Not Vs. Fire/Magic/Silver) [4 pp] Regeneration 6 (Recovery Bonus +0, Resurrection 1/week) (Flaw: Source [blood]) [3 pp] Super-Senses 5 (Darkvision, Detect Magic 3 [visual]) [5 pp] Drawbacks: -6 pp Vulnerable (vs. holy) [uncommon, major] [-3 pp] Weakness (dazed by Charisma check vs. holy items) [-3 pp] costs abilities 12 + combat 20 + saves 8 + skills 12/48 + feats 9 + powers 95 -drawbacks 6= 150 pts ----------------------------- Design Notes: Going international with my vampire builds, here's an impundulu, the "Lightning Bird" vampires of southern Africa. (The picture is of Blacula, the most famous African vampire. It's a surprisingly not awful movie, largely because of William Marshall's dignified performance) The impundulu takes the form of a man-sized black and white bird, with the power to summon lightning and thunder from its wings, travel along lightning currents, and slash and bite with its huge claws and beak. So this guy can fly on bird's wings, transform himself into a feral-looking avian wrecking machine, his his enemies with bolts of lightning out of the sky, or turn into lightning to get around incredibly fast. (Why fly when you can lightning? Well, he's a lot more quiet on Hammerkop wings than he is as a bolt from the blue!) Impundulu are often associated with witches, so I've given him the ability to see magic by concentrating on it. I couldn't find any evidence the impundulu had trouble with sunlight (a pretty lethal drawback in a culture without buildings!), so I just gave him the usual aversion to holy magic and holy items. I took the mechanics for his claws (the Variable Descriptor) from Doc's Benadanti build: he can pummel with undead strength, bite with fangs, or slash with great avian claws. (He doesn't have Morph on his Hammerkop form, because a six-foot wading bird with a man's mass pretty clearly is nothing natural, even in the World of Freedom. Mechanics-wise, my theory is that this guy used to be a hunter or park ranger in one of South Africa's many national parks, where he was attacked and transformed by one of the last surviving impundulus, his maker having been driven there by constant Boer warfare against Africans in the 19th and 20th centuries. Fighting hard, he mastered his hungers and has come to Freedom City looking for a cure! You could make him a Mighty Whitey American, I suppose, but I think the character works best as someone native to South Africa, one way or another. He makes a fine villain, transplanted into a new land to rule it as his people once did his native soil. He makes a nice surprise for people who expect vampires to turn into bats!

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Edge: Spoiler Alert (and GMing) Faded Giant Citizen: Future Soon (and GMing) Frozen Shadows (and GMing) Change is Necessary Harrier: All In (and GMing) The Hunted (and GMing) GMing: Hot and Cold

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Vith, A couple of things: Just for book-keeping purposes, you should name the array. Her powers should be powers, yeah. I don't see your character as likely to be deputized (and yes, we do have to ask ). The World of Freedom generally doesn't have government supers who aren't part of a government superteam. Her mask has got too much in it for Equipment; something that powerful should be a device.

Folks in descending tiers know all that came above. Everybody: There are a lot of cockroaches scuttling around on the floor; it's pretty gross! Cannonade Why are there cockroaches in a biodome on the surface of Venus? Midnight and Wander: Those cockroaches aren't just scuttling; they're moving towards the time machine you're supposed to be guarding with sinister intent!

Electra and I found out yesterday that our landlord has decided not to renew our lease. (They won't tell us why; they're not required to disclose since we had a month-to-month lease). So this means we have to pack up us, Robert, our pets, and all our stuff, and move in the next 30 days, all on a very tight budget. This is not a good time. We're going to be pretty busy dealing with that through March, but we'll be around too.

Remember the quadrotors I linked to above? They've evolved.

Harrier is bruised and dazed. Crap. He spends an HP gained from his Horrible Omegadrone complication to shake the daze and blasts Joseph, spends his last HP to actually hit him, and then Joseph passes the save by 1. Harrier's defense is also down -5. Well, darn. Miss A is up.

The crowd followed Miss Americana; the shouting man in the bushes drew some of their attentions, but between Miss Americana's charms and the natural desire for Freedom Cityites to get away from a potential superbattle, everyone got out of the way in a hurry with the exception of the mind-controlled group standing in and around the half-built machine. "Oh, did I see you hesitate, Omegadrone?" spat Joseph as he glared at Harrier, seeing him mentally even though Harrier's visual chameleon circuits were still active. "It's too late for that!" he yelled, his voice breaking. "Too late for me, too late for my family, and too late for YOU!" This time he didn't bother with blasting; with the sheer power of his mind, face contorted with fury, he scooped up a giant rock easily the size of Harrier's midsection and hurled it at the Omegadrone: the blow landing with devastating force, staggering the former drone and knocking out his chameleon circuits! At the sight of an Omegadrone standing there in the park, the crowd did run, but Miss A had got them far enough away that they were running away from each other, not stampeding or trapped close to the fight the way they might have been otherwise. As the true measure of Joseph's intentions sunk in, Harrier rose to his feet at the psychic's advance, propping himself up on his pike. "...you have endangered innocents in your desire for closure." he finally replied, his voice flat and tinny through his armor. "I cannot allow you to endanger these people in your efforts to punish me." He whipped the pike up and fired, a blast that ricocheted off a return stroke from Joseph. _At least his attention's on me now,_ Harrier thought tightly.

"Not all of our neighbors are friendly," Harper confessed after a moment of decision-making. "And yeah, we do have neighbors. Bastards hiding up in the mountains like they own the place, like they haven't shed blood and treasure to keep UNISON and the F****** League from sniffing around our home." She shot a glance towards the mountains and went on, "A couple of weeks ago, one of the groups up there, we think, made some threats. We're looking into it. The hard part is, my hands are tied," she confessed. "If we go up and bomb the hills, we'll probably kill some UNISON spooks and that'll be all the excuse they need to come in and kill us all." Her lip curled. "I bet UNISON's behind it anyway. Sneaking UN bastards, Freemason Grue every last one of them." She spat discreetly into a tin cup provided by her servant, the acidic odor a sharp tang like cleaning solution for a moment. "When we don't have that on our heads, things are pretty good. Most mercs know better than to come down here and cause trouble; best they'll get is a permanent ban, worst they'll get is getting left out naked and power-cuffed in the hills. National supers only cause trouble if we're not paying off the right people in their governments. And the League respects our sovereign right to exist," she parroted mockingly.

Go ahead and post if you like, and give me some Notice checks in the process.

"Something does seem weird about all this," said Edge, keeping his eyes away from the ever-changing time portals as he walked around the Observatory floor. For all that Mark had had many triumphs in his life, he didn't particularly want to look back at his past so soon after encountering his father again. The past had had some unpleasant memories. "Like there's something they're not telling us, or something they don't know." Following up on Midnight's suggestion, he went over to block the various weak points Trevor had pointed out: some insulating foam like he put in cold weather shelters blocked the airlock, while a pile of cinderblocks on the teleport pad at least delayed anyone popping in. "Eugh..." As he walked away from the pad, Mark looked down at a scuttling insect and stepped on it with gusto, crushing what looked like a cockroach beneath his uniform boot against the short carpeted surface at their feet. "So much for the clean and sterile world of the future. I wonder if someone left a sandwich in one of the time machines and brought that back..."

There was the risk that using her powers might make it easier for Madame Zero to escape, of course, but so far the icy villainess hadn't pushed the boundaries of her prison yet, at least as far as Fleur could tell without going in there to investigate. "Hmmm," said the little girl, calculation on her smooth face. "All right, as long as it's just for a few minutes," she said with a white-teethed smile. "My daddy can get into really big trouble if I'm not around to watch him," Chloe added with a girlish giggle and win for the benefit of the others as she took Fleur's hand, her fingers a little cold in the flower heroine's touch. When they disappeared, a pale-faced Johnson looked at the others, his eyes popped wide at the sight. "They're...they're really gone...wow. I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, then studied the others nervously. "So you guys are real heroes?" he asked hopefully. "What case are we talking about?"

"We do have something," said the militia commander, his voice uncertain behind his heavy mask. "The prisoner was captured carrying an object into the fusion recyclers in the lower delta levels of this sector, a black-body spheriod that we had to carry here by antigravs. It's being analyzed right now by our xenospecialists in the upper levels, two floors from here." Evidently sensing Corbin's urgency, he turned and gestured towards the wall, an elevator sliding smoothly open in the blank wall as if it had been hidden there all along, but with what he'd seen of Tronik's casual high technology there was no way of knowing if that was true. "Have fun!" called Keres amiably as they headed for the elevator, leaning close to the force field at the edge of his cell. "Just make sure you can stop them all. Otherwise, we'll be fitting you for a Mark IV. One of the really boxy ones, doesn't look anything like a man. You'll look good that way," he added with a wink.

Your character concept is not defined by his Fortitude save and his drawbacks. I'm telling you as an experienced player and Ref, you as a player will be much happier with an HP from the GM if all your powers go away (which you will _not_ get from his drawbacks), as well as being able to negotiate with the GM about them instead of just being punished at any time with no reward for yourself. Putting 1 or 2 points in his Fort save, just so it's not at a flat zero, will also not betray your character concept. I'm archiving this character, as per your request.

Harrier flat-out misses; I'd hit again, but I want him to have some HP when Joseph goes! He spends an HP to keep his Passive Concealment up via a stunt. Miss A is up.

"Whatever your plan is, we will stop you," said Harrier firmly as he advanced again on the mad-eyed psychic, his pike crackling with energy as he approached his fellow refugee. "I will not allow you or anyone else to build the machines of the Terminus in Freedom City." He was about to bring the pike down across the psychic's face, a stunning blow with the energy-wrapped blade that would have stunned him, when suddenly Joseph gave a terrible scream, his face contorting in such horror that Harrier's blow missed him. "You dare tell me not to build Terminus machines?" sneered the psychic angrily, tears streaming freely down his cheeks as he screamed at his invisible enemy. "You MONSTER! I just wanted to show these people what they'd forgotten, but I'll make you pay for all you've done!"

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Arr, I'll say Sage can recognize the Freebooter straight off, me hearties, and can be considered to have passed that info (along with a 'live feed' straight back to Papercut)