Avenger Assembled

Robot Psychic Abilities: 22 pp STR 24 (+7) DEX 20 (+5) CON - INT 14 (+2) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 16 pp ATK: +4 (+7 melee/+10 psychic powers) DEF: +7 (+3 Dodge, +2 flat-footed) Grapple: +14/+20 Init: +5 Saving Throws: 8 pp TOU: +13 (+13 Protection) FORT: - REF: +5 (+5 Dex) WILL: +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 36 r=9 pp Concentration 8 (+10) Knowledge (Civics) 3 (+5) Language 1 (English) (Base: Burmese) Notice 8 (+10) Search 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 5 (+10) Feats: 7 pp Attack Focus: Melee 3 Dodge Focus 3 Second Chance (Concentration checks to maintain powers) Powers: 88 pp Flight 1 (10 MPH) [2] Immunity 30 (Fortitude saves) [30] Impervious TOU 10 (Extra: Duration [sustained]) [10] Psionic Array [24+4=28 pp] Blast 10 (PFs: Accurate 3, Precise) AP: ESP 6 (600 ft/20 miles) (visual and auditory) (PFs: Rapid 5 (x100k), Subtle) AP: Mind Control 10 (PFs: Insidious, Mental Link, Second Chance [Mind Control], Subtle) AP: Mind Reading 10 (Extras: Area [burst], Selective; Flaw: Duration [instant/Lasting]; PFs: Insidious, Precise, Progression on Area, Subtle) AP: Move Object 10 (Heavy Load: 12 tons) (PFs: Accurate 3, Precise) Protection 13 [13] Regeneration 5 (Recovery Bonus +0) [5] Abilities 22 + Skills 8 + Feats 7 + Powers 88+ Combat 16 + Saves 8 = Total 150 ------ Design Notes: When the Freedom League broke up the super-soldier program run by a ‘breakaway’ faction of the brutal Burmese military dictatorship, they found they’d come too late for some of the prisoners. Paranoid and cruel, the Burmese secret police had rounded up anyone in the country with superpowers and experimented on them horribly to find the secret of their abilities: dozens were already dead, and more would die even after their salvation. One in particular struck them; Suu Aung, a budding psionic and sister of a dissident, died just a few days after the liberation of the jungle base where the prisoners had been held. Heedless of her own safety, she had used her psychic powers to contact American heroes even through her inhibitor brace, and the lingering effects of exhaustion and starvation had been enough to take her life. Vowing that this young hero would not be the last victim of her tormentors, Daedalus and Dr. Atom worked together to save Suu Aung’s brain, installing it in a robot body modeled on the Furies Three. Now safely encased in a steel shell, Suu is a Claremont student who plans to one day return home and liberate her people from their cruel overlords! All right, here’s my attempt at a Robot Psychic, based on Marvel’s No-Girl (one of the more interesting concepts of Grant Morrison’s run on the X-Men). The idea, as discussed above, is that she is a psychic brain in a regenerating robot body, giving her lots of tricks not possessed by either your typical robot or your typical psychic. I’ve tried to give her a blend of the natural abilities of both; a bulletproo psychic force field over tough robot skin and enough physical strength to make her a surprisingly potent threat in melee! (She’s PL 7 if her powers are somehow suppressed, thus giving her a chance to bust her way out of psi-nullifiers, and has enough psychic finesse to stay moving even if her robot parts are somehow dissassembled). She’s obviously got quite a road to go to maintain her humanity, especially if she opts to stay with the obviously mechanical body. Unlike most robots (PC ones, anyway), she’s not immune to mental effects, largely because she does actually have a human brain in there. If you don’t the Burmese angle (if anything, I have _undersold_ the brutality of the Burmese generals here), you could give her an origin closer to home; perhaps her powers are a result of a Terminus mutation and she was attacked by bigots who mortally injured her body, or maybe she was a victim of a degenerative physical ailment (perhaps one that her powers evolved as a respose to) and had the body constructed as a humanitarian gesture by a famous superhero; the latter would certainly let you have a character with a happier upbringing! If you do want to make her a straightforward psychic robot, swap out the Impervious TOU for an immunity to mental effects and specify that she was built with some of the first artificial telepathic generators in the world!

"There are no abandoned buildings where I'm from," replied Sharl, "but there are places where there are no people if you look hard enough." He smiled thinly. "That's how I found my way out here in the first place; nosing around some place everyone else was avoiding, then going through a door no one was supposed to go through." Focusing on Koshiro, he added, "So yeah, I did that thing all the time growing up. Freedom City's empty, but the buildings are so tiny." He grinned. "Difference is, back home I can't open any electronic lock on the planet that isn't on Blackwater, uh, Blackstone."

10 ranks down! The connection to the Gorgon is still there, but fading fast. Now as for the riposte... 28 vs. 30 Just made it!

Sorus has requested we skip him, so go ahead and post, KD

Empty Battlesuit PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 4 pp STR 30 [20] (+10/+5) DEX 10 (+0) CON - (-) INT 16 (+3) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 20 pp ATK: +6 (+10 Blast/Unarmed) DEF: +10 (+2 flat-footed) Init: +0 Grapple: +11/+22 Saves: 10 pp TOU +10 (+10 Protection) FORT - REF +5 (+0 Dex, +5) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 52 r=13 pp Bluff 11 (+11) Computers 7 (+10) Craft (Electronic) 7 (+10)* Craft (Mechanical) 7 (+10)* Disable Device 7 (+10)* Knowledge (Technology) 7 (+10)* Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Feats: 11 pp Dodge Focus 6 Inventor Online Research Second Chance (Computers checks) Skill Mastery (Craft (Electronic), Craft (Mechanical), Disable Device, Knowledge (Technology) Well-Informed Powers: 95 pp Energy Systems Array [24+1=25 pp] Enhanced Feats 2 (Attack Specialization: Unarmed 2) and Enhanced STR 10 and Super-Strength 6 (Heavy Load: 48 tons) AP: Blast 10 (PFs: Accurate 2, Improved Crit, Precise) 'lasers' Flight 4 (100 MPH) [8 pp] Immunity 40 (Fortitude Saves, Mental Effects) [40 pp] Impervious TOU 10 (Flaw: Limited [Physical Only]) [5 pp] Protection 10 [10 pp] Regeneration 5 (Recovery Bonus +0) [5 pp] Super-Senses 2 (Infravision, Radio) [2 pp] Drawback: -3 pp Vulnerable (vs. Knockback) (since the suit is so light without a person in it) (common, moderate [+50%]) costs abilities 4 + combat 20 + saves 10 + skills 13/52 + feats 11 + powers 95 -drawbacks 3= 150 pts -------------- Design Notes: Everyone thought the troubled billionaire in the battlesuit died in that last big battle with his old foe the Dragon. But now he's back in a new suit of armor, one where he can live full time and shielded against telepathic incursion so he can dwell in the privacy of his own head. He's not as talkative as he used to be, or as personal, and he spends most of his time in the lab when he's not out fighting crime, researching the problems of cybernetics. His old friends, those who still associate with him, anyway, are fairly sure that their friend suffered some crippling injury in that last great battle and has confined himself to the armor for the protection of both his life and his pride: that's probably why his role as a researcher and scientist has taken such a hit since the "battle" as well. The truth is, the billionaire in question is as dead as a disco duck: his body is buried on the remote island where he fell in battle in the process of finally destroying his arch-nemesis. There is actually _no one_ inside the battlesuit, at least nothing save the advanced combat AI who has now abruptly found himself the master of a hollow cybernetic body, having learned to his own surprise (indeed, his surprise that he could be surprised!) that his artificial intelligence actually extended to much more than just fighting and making his boss's phone calls. (I imagine he's probably named after his boss's late butler, a long-time friend of the family.) So now he's scared, and doing his best to keep up appearances while he researches a robot body that won't cause so many questions. Perhaps an android that looks just like his creator! Here's my attempt at building a robot with a battlesuit's typical powers: he flies around and punches things with Super-Strength, he shoots things with frickin' lasers (which double as welding torches in a pinch), and he's bulletproof and has some super-senses in the mix. I figure he has self-repair systems to take care of most of his injuries, though he'd better be careful not to let people see if the tin can is ripped open and there's absolutely nothing inside! He's smart enough to at least pass for a tech-head and he has a permanent wi-fi connection for hastily doing research on things he 'should' know about, but he's new enough to people that he still has trouble reading their moods or passing for human. I think he'd be a gas to play, especially if you flesh out his 'old' identity. In my head, he sounds like Norm from Phineas and Ferb. Doc A suggested his drawback, which I think makes a lot of sense.

"Mr. Salazar," said Summers seriously, "You never left the school. Your records, your files, are all still here, and any investigators looking into your records will find that you have had average marks in all the classes you have in fact missed. Classes you will retake," he added firmly, "and that you will pass with flying colors before you graduate. While you are here, this school and the magical experts at my disposal will do everything in our power to allow you to master your abilities. Whatever their source. Do I make myself clear?"

Citizen As I'd forgotten the way Online Research actually works, please add Enhanced Feat 1 (Well-Informed) [1 pp] to Citizen to represent Sharl's 'Net connection. ONLINE DATABASE'D BY GIZMO

As the supervillains made their appearance, Sharl disappeared, simply falling down through the sidewalk and taking stock of the situation a few feet underground. Donning his sunglasses and setting his chest symbol to blazing life made him Citizen, but only belatedly did he realize just how dark it was under the streets! Not wanting to go beyond his projector's limits, he clipped his way through the street, just his head sticking up above the road like a landshark as Medea, Devil Ray, and the vaguely familiar new kid had words with each other. "Hey, you must be Devil Ray." said Citizen, suddenly erupting right out of the float and right next to the armored supervillain. He tended to assume that magic was the product of insane superpowered people and that crazy people weren't a threat, so he ignored Medea: besides, he wasn't equipped to fight her the way he was Devil Ray. "I'm Citizen, and I'm here to take your armor." He shoved his arm through the armored figure's head, trying to latch onto the programming mainframe inside. "And your pants!"

Having learned his lesson in Detroit, Sharl goes straight to a Possession check. 24 I believe that hits. Our man Devil Ray has to make a Reflex save vs. Possession check And I rolled a 1 Aw, heck, since this is supposed to be a short fight, I'll go ahead and reroll that. and this time I critted Okay, I don't think he can beat a DC 30 Reflex save. Sharl is down an HP.

"I'm not going to squeal on you," said Sharl, who sounded more fascinated than anything else. "Especially after a whole week of hearing how I need to be more supportive of my team." He stepped out of the computer to better relate to Koshiro, the overall effect a bit like the monster from The Ring as he smoothly made a transition into the real world. A little defensive himself, he added "Look, I was just curious." He pointed outside. "Look, there's all this weird alien stuff and all these little buildings, but half of them Claremont kids aren't supposed to visit. And after the thing with the lizard men, Miss A kept an eye on me while I was living at her house. You're the only person I know here who actually wants to see what the city's made of."

Mrs. Thackery's eyes widened at the reveal of her secrets, her hand going over her mouth. For a moment, it looked like she was going to be trouble before she cursed and looked away. "I'm not the one with the problem letting go of the past, honey. It's Melvin's dad who's causing all the trouble." She folded her arms over her chest defensively and looked away. "Johnny was a real funny guy, you know? Smart, too. He used to make me these little robot clowns that would always be laughing and follow me around wherever I went. Those damn little clowns!" She shook her head. "He wanted Melvin born in jail. Said that would make him tough when he busted out. He's been after us since he got out." She shook her head again, evidently a nervous gesture. "I did a lot of bad stuff. Even when I was pregnant, before I was thinking. I just want him to have a normal life! Without any of those...things!" --- Upstairs, once you got past the hidden door in his closet, little Melvin had a quite an impressive lab, at least for someone working on an eight-year-old's budget: he'd slapped together several high-end electronic toys to make a respectable computer, and constructed a small workbench out of a mismatched set of mechanical tools he probably had not acquired legally. "I had to hide all this from my mom," he admitted to Bishop. "She thinks science is going to kill me or drive me crazy or something!"

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And then there were the people who didn't smell like people at all, or rather who smelled like ozone and humming computer parts. "So when you were living back in India," Sharl asked Indira curiously, "did they say anything about why the Eurozone people thought that there were Indians living in the Americas? I mean the local cultures were totally dissimilar, I thought, and the stone monuments certainly look nothing alike." Sharl had a shaky grasp of Earth history, but he'd spent enough time reading Wikipedia to know that some very strange choices had been made over the centuries. At least he'd been able to confirm that Indira's adopted civilization hadn't all fled the genocide here to resettle on the opposite continent.

For the record, if you choose to go this route, yes. ;)

Robot Martial Artist PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 8 pp STR 20 (+5) DEX 20 (+5) CON - (-) INT 10 (+0) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 32 pp ATK: +8 (+15 melee) DEF: +15 (+4 flat-footed) Init: +5 Grapple: +20 Saves: 7 pp TOU +5 (+5 Protection) FORT - (-) REF +9 (+5 Dex, +4) WILL +5 (+2 Wis, +3) Skills: 40 r=10 pp Acrobatics 10 (+15) Climb 5 (+10) Concentration 2 (+4) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 5 (+5) Languages 2 (Chinese, Japanese) (Base: English) Notice 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 5 (+10) Feats: 21 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus: Melee 7, Dodge Focus 7, Evasion, Fearless, Power Attack, Stunning Attack, Takedown Attack, Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 72 pp Combat Array [10+2=12 pp] Damage 0 (Extras: Autofire, Penetrating) AP: Damage 0 (Extras: Autofire, Duration [Concentration]) AP: Damage 0 (Extras: Selective, Targeted Area [shapeable]) Immunity 40 (Fortitude Saves, Mental Effects) [40 pp] Impervious TOU 5 [5 pp] Leaping 4 (x25) [4+1= 5 pp] AP: Speed 1 (10 MPH) (PFs: Move-By Action, Wall Run, Water Run) Protection 5 [5 pp] Regeneration 5 (Recovery Bonus +0) [5 pp] costs abilities 8 + combat 32 + saves 7 + skills 10/40 + feats 21+ powers 72= 150 pts ------------------ Design Notes: Robotic super-soldier achieves sentience and escapes his makers, determined to find a human identity and not be used as a killing machine. Tale as old as time. But this guy was different, looking for a spiritual purpose that generally eludes even the most moral of mechanical men. He roamed the world on a quest for wisdom and understanding, looking to light the fires in his own soul. Finally, after years of tirelessly striding through the coldest parts of the Himalayas, he reached Shamballa Vale and the sages there. There was some debate over accepting an automaton into the ranks of the warriors of the Vale, but after he defeated the Ghost Hun Army single-handedly when they overran the Vale's spiritual defenses, the sages welcomed the robot into their ranks. His lessons were different than the others; after all, meditating in a snowbank for hours was no challenge, nor was going without food or water, but he was as challenged as any man, perhaps more so, when confronted with the sacred koans of wisdom. When at last he emerged from the vale, he was no longer just a machine: he was one of the finest warriors in the world! All right, so here's a robotic martial artist for all your robotic martial arts needs. Though he can stand up to small arms fire, he's not nearly as tough as your typical combat robot, and will need to rely on his incredible agility to avoid taking hits in combat. He's faster than any man and far more agile, his mechanical servos letting him be as fast and mobile as his ki-empowered brethern. Able to run right up walls and leap over buses, he can lay down a world of hurt with super-fast robotic punches, either sweeping through a room full of thugs or concentrating his blows on particular targets to whittle them down to size like they're being torn apart by a hurricane of robotic punches! He's got lots of points in that combat array of his and he meets his full caps in melee; don't be afraid to stunt things like Stun or Paralyze, as well as just good old-fashioned more and better kinds of damage. I figure he uses a lot of Stunning Attack versus his squishy human opponents, since all in all most of your martial artists tend to have relatively low Fort saves. (At least compared to their Will and Reflex saves, that is.) Being a robot, he could definitely use some Super-Senses. Maybe he got out of the habit of using them while in the Vale (since it's mystically protected from technological investigation anyway) and needs to get in the habit of turning them on again, or perhaps he's just an older-model robot (or even a clockwork golem like the Great Ten's Shaolin Robot) and he needs to get some parts upgraded before he goes in that direction. He may be a soulless robot, but he's got the wisdom and control of the finest martial artists in the world tucked away in his programming.

Via the proverbial Dutchman's Oracle (which is to say, rolling in chat), I'll go with the idea that Ferros could potentially affect the nanites inside Willow. But given their alien nature and cosmic infusion, it'll be difficult. (i.e., if whatever you come up with doesn't work for what's planned, or if it works but is too successful, HP for you.) :D

Much better, Vahnyu. There's no reason given on his sheet for these at all, nor do they seem to fit his background/powers. "Peter Parker with a sonic suit and a fly theme" has no reason to be any more or less resistant to magic. M&M is not really a system that rewards a lot of drawback-related min-maxing. I get the sonic punches (which sound like they'll be cool), but the Mighty Blast doesn't really fit a blaster in a battlesuit; there's no reason I can see why his STR would have anything to do with his sonic weapons.

"I couldn't sleep," Sharl prevaricated, watching Koshiro from what looked like a well-appointed bedroom. "I only sleep when I'm uploaded, anyway." He figured Koshiro didn't need to hear about the ambiguous success of his big moment of honesty with everyone, so he decided to stick with the fascinating topic of where it was Koshiro was sneaking out to after-hours. He took a few steps closer to the 'camera', till it was mostly his face filling the screen. "Were you out in the Fens and Lantern Hill?" he asked curiously. "What's it like out there?"

"Sit down, Mr. Salazar." Mr. Summers had been terrifying with such apparent little effort during Blake's tenure at Claremont, but now there was a look of real concern on the old man's face. He studied Blake silently for a moment, something in his eyes keeping the teenager from speaking as well. There was only the ticking of Summers' grandfather clock, the grim face of Edgar Allen Poe studying the teen from a bookshelf-mounted bust, and Summers himself, his face like a cigar store Indian. "Tell me what happened."

The beams scorched a visible hole in the metallic sheen encasing the transformed Willow, exposing the dryad's bare flesh underneath for a moment before the hole melted itself together again in a flash: despite the recovery, though, there was still a divot visible in Willow's skin, showing where Miss Americana had done some damage. "AAAGH!" screamed the warped avatar of the Gorgon, the metallic snakes in her hair hissing and snapping in chorus with their 'master's' pain. Miss Americana certainly had the rampaging plant controller's attention, for all that was something of a mixed blessing. "PUNY THING OF FLESH AND BONE! THE STINK OF CORRUPTION IS IN YOUR SOUL!"

Bruised! All right, JoaB is up once Miss A posts IC.

33 Ah, so close. All right, do you want to surge and try again?

For all that Citizen sometimes looked down on the technological and cultural developments of Earth, he found the implications of Columbus Day endlessly fascinating. Only five hundred and some years earlier, this civilization had been burning unprocessed wood for fuel and only barely aware of the existence of half its planet: now they had space travel and their citizens were traveling not just across oceans in leaky atmospheric-powered boats, but to other planets in chemical-fueled rockets! And that was just the common people, not to mention super-tech: that they weren't as advanced as the Lor didn't mean they weren't endlessly fascinating. Negotiating the crowd with any kind of grace wasn't easy given that he was after all an electronic projection, but at least all the wi-fi networks and electronic equipment set up to photograph the parade made it easy enough for him to get around. So he hung out in the middle of the crowd within eyesight of the rest of Young Freedom, looking like any other angsty teenager in a black leather trenchcoat, shades in his front pocket, and tried to keep track both of the parade and of any supervillain threats. Despite his ongoing worries about the Curator, alien menaces and computer hazards seemed very far away on this day devoted to the primitive past.

When he found nothing, Sharl hmmed. While not one to snoop into someone's personal effects (he'd never touched Koshiro's desk, especially not with all the 'magic' paper the other teen kept there), he had an inveterate curiosity, especially about the usually taciturn Koshiro. And maybe because, having confessed the secret of his own origin to his room-mate, he was curious about Koshiro's comings and goings as well. He sat in his computer to wait for Koshiro's return, which the other teenager finally did through the window after some hours. Unable to resist the urge, as Koshiro passed the computer Sharl called from his 'viewing window': "Hey, Koshiro!"