Avenger Assembled

Demon with a Power Ring PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 48 pp STR 26 (+8) DEX 14 (+2) CON 26 (+8) INT 10 (+0) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 28/18 (+9/+4) Combat: 20 pp ATK: +4 (+6 melee/+8 Hellfire) DEF: +6 (+3 flat-footed) Grapple: +14 Init: +2 Saves: 6 pp TOU +14 (+8 Con, +6 Protection) FORT +8 (+8 Con) REF +5 (+2 Dex, +3) WILL +10 (+2 Wis, +3, +5) Skills: 44 r=11 pp Bluff 11 (+15/+20) Diplomacy 6 (+10/+15) Gather Info 6 (+10/+15) Intimidate 11 (+15/+20) Knowledge: Theology and Philosophy 4 (+4) Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Feats: 7 pp All-Out Attack, Attack Focus: Melee 2, Fearless, Power Attack, Startle, Takedown Attack, Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 60 pp Device 11 (Lucifer’s Ring) (Hard to Lose) (PF: Restricted [demons]) [45 pp] Enhanced Charisma 10 (to Charisma 28 (+9) [10dp] Enhanced Feat 1 (Subtle on Flight) [1dp] Enhanced Will Save 5 (to +10) [5dp] Hellfire Control Array [26+4=30 dp] Blast 12 (PFs: Accurate 2) AP: Create Object 7 (Extra: Duration [Continuous; PFs: Innate, Precise, Progression 2, Selective) AP: Damage 12 (Extra: Targeted Area [Cone]; PFs: Accurate 2) AP: Strike 6 (Extras: Autofire [6], Penetrating [6]; PFs: Extended Reach, Improved Crit 2, Improved Trip, Incurable, Mighty, Precise, Variable Descriptor 1 [bludgeoning/piercing/slashing]) AP: Teleport 8 (800 ft/2000 miles) (Extra: Accurate; PF: Easy, Turnabout) Impervious TOU 4 (Drawback: Not Vs. Holy) [3dp] Protection 6 [6dp] Flight 3 (50 MPH) [6 pp] Immunity 2 (Aging, Environmental Heat) [2 pp] Impervious TOU 6 (Flaw: Not Vs. Magic/Silver/Holy) [3 pp] Super-Senses 4 (Darkvision, Divine Awareness [olfactory], Infernal Awareness [olfactory]) [4 pp] Drawbacks: -3 pp Vulnerable (vs. holy) (uncommon, major) [-3 pp] costs abilities 48 + combat 20 + saves 6 + skills 11/44 + feats 7 + powers 60 -drawbacks 3= 150 pts -------- Design Notes: Hell, as a wise theologian said, is not a party place. Even for the demons, it’s a brutal hiearchy where all are pitted against all for the pleasure of Lucifer and his inner circle. (No wonder they take their frustrations out on the souls so often!) Blackwing was one of the lowest and weakest in Lucifer’s army, an assistant to a minor demon who spent most of his time toadying to those more powerful than he was. Being that close to the hiearchy gave him a pretty good education in the grim realities of Hell, that the grand war against Heaven was just a spoiled child’s war against his father, that the grand purging of the sinners was simply wretched beings punishing those even more wretched than themselves. So when he had the chance, Blackwing made his escape, snatching up a few trinkets from his master’s chest and fleeing through a mystic passage to the world above. He used up most of his stolen power giving himself a humanoid body, with only his black wings in flight a giveaway, and spent some time fleecing mortals for fun and profit, amassing a small fortune from tiny sins: thanks to the ring of infernal power he carried, he could fool mortals, hurl fireballs to escape, or simply step through hellfire and come out across the continent. But he found a life of earthly sin held no pleasures for him, he was still a petty demon on a larger stage, and there were so many more terrible things up here: human beings with souls as black as any demon in the lowest pits of Hell. After an eternity of abuse from those more powerful than he was, ultimately he couldn’t carry out the same horrors on others: given the chance to be the monsters who’d always abused him, he found himself on the side of the victims. So he decided to become a superhero, making use of his formidable demonic powers backed up by the sheer infernal might of the Ring of Lucifer, to become a champion of justice and right. If he does enough for this world, maybe one day he’ll get a chance to see the place all the older demons always talked about with such contempt. Heaven must be pretty nice if the forces of Hell hate it so badly. All right, here’s my build for a demon with a power ring: without the ring he’s a formidable PL 7 who can do significant damage in hand to hand and is good at feinting and scaring; with the ring, he’s a veritable lord of Hell, an incredibly charismatic, silver-tongued devil who can throw massive fireballs around, create anything he wants out of fire and flame, and step right through a hellish portal to go elsewhere. He’s got no Dimensional Movement, the last thing he wants to do is go back to Hell and be a nothing again! He’ll probably be pretty eager to avoid people paying attention to the black iron band around his finger, but luckily with his silver tongue he’s incredibly good at talking people into doing and saying whatever it is he wants. I figure the ring lets him fly without using visible wings. He can also summon a variety of hellish weapons from Hell’s arsenal, the best to take out the forces of evil! Like most demons, holy powers and weapons are a big weak spot, something which the ring only protects him from a little. I figure the ring’s Protection (which is obvious, coming from a device) manifests as red, wrought-iron looking armor.

"They're all right," said Sharl with a little uncommunicative shrug. "I'm surprised a school like Claremont doesn't use more high technology in their education. I mean, don't get me wrong," he said, tapping on the Doom Room door, "stuff like this is great, but they're still using paper books and mechanical writing tools in half the classes. That stuff is great for artists and stuff, but people who are learning should have access to the best. I know not every place can do that, but if they have the money, they should provide it."

Sharl coughed, and had the grace to look embarassed. Human ethnicities didn't make a lot of sense to Sharl, raised as he was in a monoculture that was a descendant of a multi-species civilization, and he had a feeling his attempt to make Koshiro feel included hadn't gone very well. "Uh, sorry. In any event, I have a lot of experience with that stuff back home; most of the tech is different, but I can still fly and go through walls." He took his shades off and rubbed his eyes. "Plus, I can make sure there aren't any hidden cameras in the buildings or anything." He called up an image on the screen next to him. "My idea was that we try the Old Fens Mission," he said, showing a fallen-down Gothic-looking church. "It's been abandoned since the Terminus Invasion, but it was locked up most of that time so it shouldn't have been looted too bad." Koshiro had walked past that building on his tour of the Fens, it was in a darkened neighborhood well away from the few police stations in the area.

DC 23 Tou save for Orion. Sharl will spend an HP to acquire Interpose for the remainder of the scene.

"Papercut!" shouted Sharl, for whom the gunshot and the blood were a new, barbaric thing. Koshiro didn't look that badly hurt, but Sharl knew perfectly well that a gunshot was a gunshot. "You primitive-" Torn between his injured friend, the gloating supervillain, and the smashed building, Citizen was briefly torn before deciding to take all his options. "You'd better run, right now!"He threw a punch at Orion, landing a blow that raked across the hunter's goggled face, and yelled at Koshiro. "Papercut, he can't hurt me! Fall back and help the others take out that monster before it brings the building down! I'll be right behind you."

"Hey, Corbin," said Sharl, folding his arms unconsciously. "I guess they've finally got it set where I won't punch the subjects through the wall." It had certainly been surprising to realize how he functioned when loaded directly into the Doom Room system; i.e., exactly as he functioned any other system, but it hadn't been very helpful. And thinking about that made it easier than dwelling on his colleague. "Koshiro, uh, has that history class, so he'll be a bit." For all that Koshiro got in trouble sometimes, he was fairly sure the other boy was responsible enough not to blow off training: his room-mate (and partner in evening adventures) didn't go into situations unprepared.

Sharl did just as Miss A said, not even bothering with the switches: sticking his hand in the row of police scanners in Archetech quickly gave them the confused reports coming out of the civilian and military police there about a "Code 11961," an earthquake, and someone attacking Star Island! Given that a Code 11961 referred to a "Large Unknown Creature-Underground Subtype", it wasn't hard to put two and two together and realize what was going on. Sure enough, her live satellite feed confirmed their fears. The island that Miss Americana and Sharl had last visited together while it was overrun by a mind-controlling alien's minions was now a scene of wild melee again as a huge shiny black insect, easily twice as big as the light tanks scrambling on the other side of the island, was sliding back into a tremendous sinkhole in the middle of the parking lot next to Dr. Rao's building, which was damaged on one side as if a giant limb had punched in the window!

November 3, 2011 The Liberty League deals with neo-Nazis.

November 3, 2011 Somewhere in the Wharton State Forest Mark Lucas hated Nazis, which made it all the more awkward to be here in the middle of a growing crowd of them. His long-sleeved "Don't Tread On Me" T-shirt hid his lack of white supremacist tattoos, but his blonde hair cut very short let him look very much like an Aryan poster boy. This was not really reassuring to Mark, but this was the sort of thing you did when you took up the legacy of the greatest Nazi fighters in the world. He tried to remember his conversation with Cannonade that had brought them all there: Greta Ratner, aka the Aryan Angel, or as his UNISON file had described her "Britney Spears meets Eva Braun" was one of the most famous neo-Nazis in the country: there weren't many beautiful blonde eighteen-year-olds willing to shake their booty in the name of racial purity. But Greta had, through her own channels, approached Cannonade (the very face of skinhead superheroes) and asked for help: she was worried that her latest concert was going to be attacked by her many enemies, and that meant she needed a superhero to help. Of course it was a trap. You couldn't trust Nazis, even if they were hot blondes from the Midwest. Which meant instead of just one hero, the Liberty League was out in force! Even if Cannonade would be the only one the Nazis would be able to see in uniform. Hmming, sipping his Coke, Mark walked around the gathering crowd, looking for familiar faces.

November 4, 2011 Friday afternoon Since he didn't need to take the elevator after Mr. Summers had given him a partial systems key, Sharl popped right down to the underground entrance to the Doom Room when he got his instructions for an afternoon's training with two of his teammembers. He was a little antsy, both because it was Friday after lunch and because he was looking forward to the weekend, and because he was interested in doing training besides combat! Being a hologram inside someone else's simulation was a strange experience, especially since his powers functioned so differently while inside a computer system: he could either lug around a projector that sometimes went on the fritz while inside other projectors, or he could fight like a flying tank and not learn anything helpful about how to work alongside his solid teammates in the 'real world'. For this mission, it seemed they'd fixed the issue with his systems, or at least it wasn't going to be an issue. Instead, he flitted back and forth, peeking at the Next-Gen trophies on the wall, while he waited for Corbin and Koshiro to arrive.

November 4, 2011 Papercut, Citizen, and Cobalt Templar debate the morality of a gritty, realistic, real-world situation: namely a planet where APES evolved from MEN!

November 5, 2011 Hanover The fifth of November was a holiday in some cultures and a Saturday in Freedom City in 2011, which meant Sharl had the day off. For once, that meant he wasn't stuck on campus training or on restriction: he got to go visit his mentor Miss Americana at Archetech, her brand-new digs! (And Gina at her house, but of course he hadn't gone there yet today!) There was plenty to do around the Lab while Miss A teleconferenced with Dr. Ayesha Rao, a colleague of hers who worked at the ASTRO Labs facility out at Star Island. Dr. Rao was working on Prospector, a robot designed to dig under the Martian ice caps and permafrost for possible signs of life, which made her a valued colleague for Miss Americana's work in artificial limbs and long-distance computer control of said digits. Sharl had spent a lot of time exploring the new building in the guise of helping Miss Americana, and had obviously been very impressed. It was evening, and the adults were getting ready to turn in for the evening. Dr. Rao was even brushing her hair while she and Miss A wrapped up a conversation about control wave transmission through soil, having explained somewhat awkwardly that she had a date that evening, one who was coming to pick her up straight from work. With her thick glasses and heavy-set frame, the doctor probably didn't get a whole lot of dates. "So if I think we pick this up on Monday, Miss Americana, I should have a working model to demonstrate for you. If you can adapt the control surfaces, it..." Sharl glanced over from the computer where he was working as the image of Dr. Rao seemed to vibrate: it took him a moment to realize what Miss A already had; the vibration was no signal artifact but was actually happening! There was noise outside at Star Island, people shouting and gunfire from the military guards. Startled, Rao rose and looked out the window of her lab. "What in the name of...Oh my God!" she exclaimed, turning wide-eyed to the screen before suddenly another vibration, bigger this time, shook the whole room and the transmission went black!

Early November Gaian Knight, Miss Americana, and Citizen go underground to break up a royal wedding!

Ugh, sorry for the delay here, Bishop. (Electra and I have been preparing for, then taking, a cross-country car trip). What you're asking for is fine. Melvin will be more than willing to be teleported; he's a smart kid.

A secret: A good grapple gun needs: Super-Movement 3 (Slow Fall, Swinging, Wall-Crawling) [6 pp] That lets you stop a fall, swing on a line, or winch yourself up like Adam West.

All right, this is a great improvement over your previous character attempts. APPROVED

The country's name is Rwanda. His stats don't go in spoiler tags. Sneak Attack 4 is a waste of points, Sneak Attack is only useful at the first rank. He has no need for the Drawback, and it doesn't work mechanically for NPCs since he has no HP to spend to cancel the fatigue.

I like this idea a lot, but I think it needs to be tied more closely to the Terminus. In particular, Providence is almost certainly an Annihilist, knowingly or otherwise.

Given how the setting works, Providence is almost certainly an Annihilist, whether he knows it or not.

Please note where he has Skill Mastery.

Autofire 2 is no longer legal under our house rules.

Put her Leaping distance and Speed time in, please.

Fix the HTML, please. Why the high saves?

She's got some wasted points with 14 ranks of Autofire 1. Is that deliberate?

Would you mind fixing up the HTML here?