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  1. Phantom remained quiet where she stood as the girls talked and exchanged information. She didn't move much, nor seem to breathe until she was asked a question once more. With a small nod of her head, Phantom rattled off a cell phone number with the Freedom City area code for Jessie to put in her phone. She made sure that the number was correct. "In general, that's the better route. I have a very specific sort of thing that I do. Most times, Erin or Eve will likely prove a more suitable response for whatever issues you might be having. My sphere of domain is much more, well, cultists and things from beyond than the usual superhero concerns." Phantom provided, tucking her hands into her jacket once more. "Or closing dimensional rifts. That's usually what people call for." Phantom smiled then, a slim curve of her lips below her mask as she took in Aquaria's fervent words, "But I think you'll have things well in hand."
  2. "It's the light pollution," Robin agreed as she tipped her chin back up to follow the line that he pointed, the crown of her head against the rough brick of the chimney. Absently, she reached up to smooth her braids away from getting snagged on the brickwork as she talked, "No matter how late it gets, there's always some light somewhere that makes it hard to make out much. Every now and again, there will be a massive power outage and there's more to see but usually that's because something bad's going on in the city." She smiled then, glancing back down at her granola bar. Robing paused to finish it up and when she'd swallowed, picked up the thread of conversation again. "But when the city's gone dark, I don't usually have time to enjoy the scenery. Too many people in the Fens who just see it as an opportunity to try and get away with crap." There was clear scorn in her voice as she twisted to pull a bottle of water out of her backpack. It was just a plastic disposable bottle that had clearly been re-used and refilled many times. Shaking off the less pleasant topic of criminal antics, she addressed the final question, "I didn't for the first week. Just got one, actually. Which is cool. It's a big room and so far she's not bothered by my quirks. You?"
  3. "I'm the youngest of five. I have four older brothers," Phantom volunteered with a small smile. Glancing down to make sure that she'd not smudged up the skirt and draping that she was still getting used to, she brushed her hand against her hip to remove any stray dust. "But we get along in general. They know who I am - what I am - which is a story in and of itself but we try to do monthly dinner things together. It's harder now that almost everyone has kids." Phantom sighed, the sound softer now that her voice wasn't echoing unnaturally, "Of course, its a little odd now as everyone else is, you know, mortal." She didn't elaborate as it was doubtless clear from her demeanor that whatever youthful mien she might present, Phantom was fresh faced college student. Even as the youngest, pretty soon she was going to be assumed to be one of their nieces rather than their sister as time marched on. She gave a small shake of her head, "It's a balancing act as so many things are. Sometimes, I manage it better than others." She cocked her head then, "Do you miss yours while, you know, down here?" In the distance, under the sound of the crowd and somewhat lost amidst the rise and shriek of the roller coaster riders and the ambient noise that was an amusement park was a plaintive sort of crying - disconsolate and lost but not yet the shrill timbre of fear.
  4. "Tour would be great," Robin volunteered, having watched all of the various displays of powers with some trepidation. The worn leather of her jacket creaked as she flexed her hands inside the pockets and shifted her backpack once more on her shoulders, "Be nice to know where everything is before there's classes and stuff like that." Robin added the last, assuming there was more than just classes but still not entirely sure what all that entailed. Her gaze flicked to Huang and the overly-sharp smile he flashed with some trepidation but no one had mentioned it and Robin didn't want to be rude. It was unsettling, though, pretty as he might be. Though she did finally give into her curiosity and ask, "What 'mysteries' are those?" Hell, maybe he had super-detective powers. Robin was willing to overlook pointy teeth if he might be some sort of super sleuth. Though, she'd probably rather go with the girl with a monkey if she had to pick.
  5. Taylor was relieved that there seemed to be some easing of the awful plan in the first place, "You could always do a show de-bunking the dangers of dimensional travel. This particular Earth is such a nexus for activity that its awfully easy to cross in and out and people never realize the sort of ramifications that can have, believe me. The number of arguments I've gotten into with other people in our industry about the sort of consequences that can have..." She gave a little shrug but her attention sharpened at the book in question. The offer that went along with it, though, that Taylor was more hesitant about. They really tried to keep to the shadows and going on national tv seemed counter-intuitive to that particular cause. Taylor DID want to see that book, though. "I'd have to talk it over with my husband," Taylor finally said after a long moment of looking at the tome, "Even costumed, that's a bit more out in the open than we generally operate under. I could certainly help you with behind-the-scenes consulting of some sort, certainly. I might be able to find you a more tv-friendly mage though. I have a fair amount of contacts in the field still that do more traditional forms of magical-work. My knowledge is fairly expansive but I'm an a-typical practitioner."
  6. Robin slid down to join him, her leather jacket scraping against the chimney audibly. Folding her legs up under her, tailor style, she settled the backpack in the crook of her legs, the book tucked carefully against one foot. She was used to keeping things close at hand so they didn't go sliding off of rooftops. Unconsciously, she tucked the book against the sole of one foot to block it from any sort of unintentional free fall and turned her attention into digging out her meager collection to divvy up. "They have so much food," Robin said, the words quiet as she offered a banana in trade for one of the granola bars. There were a few squished dinner rolls wrapped in napkins but the fruit wouldn't keep as long. The wrapping crinkled under her fingertips and she certainly noticed the solid arm that brushed hers but her gaze skittered quickly away, not so much frightened as off kilter. Robin was a healthy sixteen year old with a healthy interest in attractive people her own age. Unfortunately, she had no frame of reference for 'kids her own age not currently committing crime and needing to be punished'. It really limited her scale of appropriate responses. She accepted the granola bar with a small smile, trying to find her balance in this whole new process of making friends. "Thanks. If what the older kids say about the gym is true, there's plenty of space to get a work out in. I'm looking forward to that part. I'm really hoping there's some sort of high-low bar set up. Maybe rings." At the question, her gaze dropped to the book and she touched the spine, "I... probably not a scientist, no. I'm kind of playing catch up at the moment." Robin paused, hesitating before sighed, "It's dumb," she told Riley as she went to open the wrapper of the granola bar. "I don't know the names of them." With her free hand she gave a wave towards the stars, clearly trying to down play the statement. This mattered to Robin but she cloaked it, blunted it as she chose her words carefully, "And I've spent enough nights watching them change so I figured... Hey, got to start somewhere, right? It's either that or just make up all my own names and get funny looks when I'm all 'that one's called Peter'." She picked the granola bar apart, forcing herself to do it slowly. "Do you want to be a scientist like your mom then?"
  7. Surprise flickered across her features, her brow creasing as she tried to reconcile that background. Thankfully, she'd had a week now of people with super powers and their varied histories so she didn't reject that explanation out of hand. Robin still wasn't used to it, though, and so the emotions played across her features until she accepted that explanation with a nod and without further prying. "The Fens," she replied, her tone mild when tension briefly sharpened the air. "I'm from the Fens. Lived there my whole life." Robin shifted then, resting her hip against the chimney that had previously been his backrest and gave a small shake of her head, "I... I don't know." Robin finally settled on, uncertainty shading her tone for the first time. She'd thought, after all, that she'd known herself and her skills but after the whole thing in the museum, she wasn't sure what to think, "I didn't think I have any powers but I have to go have some 'assessment exercises' now." Teenage annoyance filtered into her tone at the words. The hands around her book flexed once before she forced them to relax. "Before I got the whole 'Hogwarts letter', I had been mostly chalking it up to training and practice. I don't really have another explanation for it so... I'm pretty sure I couldn't put my fist through a steel door. I am positive that it would hurt if I tried." She forced her tone to lighten, deflecting away from more problematic lines of conversation. "Are you hungry? I have food." They weren't supposed to keep food in their rooms but Robin had snuck extra into her backpack at dinner, scuttling it away. She didn't think it had been noticed. At least, she hoped it hadn't because she'd have felt awkward if pity had stopped the teachers from commenting on her minor theft.
  8. At the continued encouragement, Robin gave in to the temptation and let her fingers drop to slide along the metal of the weapon with sincere curiosity. Like bears, a crossbow was something she'd not seen in person let alone touched and she peered at it with interest, trying to wrap her mind around the way the thing worked. Being able to make weapons would be a handy skill. Heck, just simple tools could make her life infinitely easier. Robin jerked her hand back then at the clanking sound before she offered a smile. "I'll take your word for it on proper weapon choice. I'm more used to wielding whatever I get my hands on in more of a 'crude blunt force trauma' sort of way," Robin admitted with a smile. She dropped back, hugging the book to her chest once more but this time the gesture was more absentminded than protective and gave a small shake of her head, "I don't think so. Maybe. I haven't been to the zoo since I was five. Maybe six?" Her voice lilted upwards, turning the statement into a question as she tested the ages uncertainly before giving a small, almost uncomfortable shrug. "Small, though. So, are you not from Freedom City then? We don't see a lot of wildlife around here."
  9. Some subtle tension went out of her shoulders at the comment on the bed and she nodded her agreement before she could catch herself. It was with equal interest that she watched both the movement and the weapon itself, watching with curiosity bright in her surprisingly light eyes. Her sneakers carried her over across the roof at the implicit invitation and although she didn't touch the weapon, her hands hovered over it like she was clearly holding herself back, "Made it yourself?" Her voice warmed, smoothing out the uncertainty as she lowered her head to examine it. Robin was average in height, more or less even with Riley she noticed as he rose to his feet. "That's... impressive. Both the bow and the bear - although I can't say I've ever seen a bear up close." Robin straightened then, her interest moving from the bow to the boy that held it, "Or a crossbow, but yes. I like it. It seems like it would be a hard thing to make, balance and moving parts and getting all of that right. Did it take a long time?"
  10. The quiet voice startled Robin who, despite herself, had come to expect a degree of safety on the Claremont campus. As soon as a voice cut the night, she jerked back, dropping from a casual stroll into something coiled and dangerous. Despite her lack of training, she was nimble and the pitch of the roof caused her no misstep as she shifted, the book in her arms curled up in one hand like it might make a decent ad-hoc weapon. It was instinctual and almost as swiftly discarded as her brain registered the voice as not unfriendly. "No," Robin replied with, the word low before a reluctant smile curved her mouth as she amended, "Not tonight, at least." Her gaze flicked over the young man and dropped to his weapon as she rose from her crouch to something more sociable and less combative. She scuffed one sneaker against the shingles on the roof, her gaze frankly appraising for a long moment. "I was looking for somewhere to sleep. There's some sort of detection-thing on the walls and gates at least. What about you? Are you running away?" Robin shifted the book, moving it from hand to hand absently as she examined the young man. Her posture remained wary but not combative which might have just been a by-product of her uncertainty. Her night vision wasn't superhuman but it wasn't bad and she finally took a step closer. "I'm Robin."
  11. alderwitch

    Moonshadow

    Date: early September, just after the field trip After restlessly trying to settle yet again in her bed like a perfectly normal person, Robin gave up in short order. Sitting up smoothly and silently, she reached for the tattered black backpack that was never all that far from her fingertips, pulling it close. Her fingers ran over the fabric, checking in the dark to make sure the zippers were all closed and nothing might slip out in her escape. As she stood, all Robin had to do was find her sneakers with her feet in the dark. That was as far as she'd gotten in stripping for bed and even their absence was an uncomfortable one. Intellectually, she knew that the room was closed and safe - that no one would come take her meager possessions in her sleep but instinct was slower to follow. On quiet feet, she crept to the window and let herself out. The short climb from window to rooftop was at least beginning to be familiar passage, where to find her handholds and footholds in the dark and how to slip to the side to not be noticed in the windows along the way to the roof. Yes, perfect. The one thing that feels normal to me now is escaping to the roof of the dorm. Not the hot showers, not the bed, but the clambering up a wall in the dark. Robin's mouth curved in a smile that held little humor as she flipped up onto the dorm's roof, her feet light on the shingles as she dropped into a crouch. One knee pressed down as she reached for her backpack and swung it forward to feel for the hard edges of the book she'd uncertainly borrowed from the library. Rising slowly, she pulled the thick book on astronomy from the tattered black backpack and hugged it to her chest. With her backpack once again slung over both shoulders, she began to move across the rooftop on quiet feet with every intention of finding one of the better nooks to curl up and nap in until daybreak.
  12. Rewards Tracking Initial Characters Phantom (PL10) : Currently PL15 Psyche (PL7) : Currently PL14 (Bumped) Nighthawk (PL10) : Currently PL10 Bronze Reward Used: Bumped Psyche to PL10 Silver Reward Open
  13. Nighthawk Robin Dianne Chevalier Character Playlist Trapt: Headstrong Maroon 5: One More Night OneRepublic: Counting Stars Jason DeRulo: Don't Wanna Go Home Beyonce: Run the World LMFAO: Party Rock Anthem Archetype and Design Nighthawk was an homage originally to the Batman of the Silver Age. The original thought behind her creation was what if Bruce Wayne had been poor and female when his parents died. What would that have looked like. In development, she's taken on more of a Power Man or Captain America as her Ultiman heritage pushes her beyond human normal. Still, strip everything down to the core of the character and its a young woman who really just doesn't want to see people lose the ones they love. Her current costume is based on what she can easily keep at hand but her adult costume draws from Psylocke and Nightwing in many ways. Current Role and Hooks Nighthawk sees herself as the protector of the innocents that live in the Fens, a task that she'd thrown herself into with singleminded devotion. She avoids the actual super villains, figuring she's out of their league but any sort of normal scum on the streets she pursues with enough grim determination to have labeled herself a vigilante. Recently, Claremont's headmistress has offered her a spot in the academy to hone her skills (and to keep herself from getting killed before she turns eighteen). While confident on the streets of the Fens, Robin is very much a fish out of water at the Academy as for the last six years her schooling has been spotty and for the last three years, she's been a homeless truant. Hooks to pull Nighthawk in are plentiful. Any sort of criminal activity that looks like it might hurt some innocent bystander and she'll throw herself into the thick of it. She's a student at Claremont with all of those associated requirements on her time but she still abandons the cushy academy to wander the Fens looking for trouble. She IS a known super hero, of the vigilante stripe, that works exclusively in the Fens which she is intimately familiar with. Robin doesn't just confine her hero-ing to punching things. She has some real guilt for the roof over her head and the access to food that she tends to try and cart off anything she gets that isn't pure need to bring it back 'home'. History Robin's family and home were happy until she was ten. They were poor, working class folk in the Fens but whatever financial limitations her parents had, it didn't touch Robin's life in any meaningful way. She was a beloved only child. Her parents scrimped and saved to make sure she could go to her gymnastics classes even though that was a definite luxury. Robin was a middling student, bright but unmotivated, but she was driven and dedicated to her after school activities. Her coach was beginning to talk about seriously looking at training for an athlete's life. She was happy. Her parents were killed, robbed, on a rare evening out when she was ten. The days that followed remain something of a blur. Her father's relatives were in Haiti, her mother's family was non-existent and with no one to take her in, Robin was left to the care of the system. She was bounced in and out of foster homes - none of them the stuff of horror stories but all of them overworked and ill prepared to deal with a grief stricken child with no outlet for her pain, or rage at the unfairness of having all she'd known whisked away. Robin started down a path that takes too many of the Fens kids, hanging out with a bad crowd and missing school. She was truant often and began the sort of petty antics that can lead down a much darker road. Although, whether Robin would have embraced that life was questionable. Truancy and graffiti is one thing, after all, but true villainy is an entirely different matter. Regardless, her late nights unsupervised left her by pure happenstance at the mouth of an alley as another crime was in progress in the Fens. The experience was a blur and remains a jumble of images and emotions to this day but at the end of the scuffle, she was standing, blood dripping off her knuckles. There was no thanks from the rather terrified young woman she'd helped but Robin didn't need thanks. She'd found an outlet, and a cause. Robin had finally found something to live for. She threw herself into the new life she'd chosen with a reckless fervor, creating a moniker and, in time, a reputation. Abandoning the latest foster home, Robin took to the streets, scavenging to survive by day and by night pursuing her quest to clean up the Fens, one petty crime at a time. Costume and Appearance Robin wears faded and frayed clothing that are without exception hand-me-downs or salvaged from the trash. Almost all of her clothing is a little oversized and she tops it off with a leather jacket that's also a size or two too large. She only has one pair of shoes, old and frayed sneakers that have been patched with duct tape more than once. She's a striking young woman under the old clothing. Her skin is a smooth brown and her eyes are a surprising shade of grey. Her dark hair is naturally a mop of tight black curls but she tries to trade favors for hair styling to have them put up in micro braids when she can to keep the unruly and easily snarled curls in a more manageable sort style for her life. Out of her clothes, Robin has the sort of near-zero-muscle fat that comes from hard conditioning and limited diet. Her build is compact, muscular - as much gymnast as dancer but she is honestly, a little too lean. Also, under her clothes, there are scars that criss cross her body. Robin has been shot a few times, and been stabbed or slashed more often than that and the marks of that remain on her skin as faint white reminders of her various brushes with death. At the moment, Nighthawk has no costume but for a shirt with a bird logo that she wears and a dark t-shirt with holes poked out for eyes tied around her head. Powers Robin began Claremont thinking that she had no powers because she has always associated her speed and strength with training and hard work. She's never tried to lift a car off of someone, or tried to punch a brick wall as hard as she could. It wasn't until her experiences at Claremont put lie to her understanding of her limitations. Additionally, part of Robin's supernatural abilities has been consumed with keeping her alive and in decent enough shape while living a very hard life. With access to food and rest, as she began to actually be able to tap into the peak of her capabilities. Robin's not sure what to think of it although she assumes its some minor mutation as she's no paragon. Robin's powers are all innate. Unknown to her, the limits of her body are simply higher than humans because she's only half human. (See Secret Origin Below). In a fight, Robin tends to take the tactics of first in, last out. She's a scrappy fighter that does best in close quarters and she knows it. As she grows at Claremont, she'll expand her bag of tricks but when it comes down to a fight, due to both personality and power, Robin will be on the front line. Personal Life Robin's personal life is next to non-existent. She's spent the last three years letting what few, slim ties she had as Robin vanish into nothing and cultivated instead Nighthawk's network of contacts and the occasional ally willing to let her rest up for a night in a spare room or on a couch. Robin's used to doing for herself and letting no one in and that has stunted her interpersonal skills a bit. Oh, she's perfectly capable of carrying on a superficial conversation but letting someone actually into her emotional space isn't something she even knows how to do. She may never actually be good at it. The sad thing is, Robin actually does want that human connection. At least a part of her does. But she's also afraid of loss and the hurt that comes along with it. Robin has a lot of barriers to break down to ever find something like 'emotionally functional' again. While she's not suicidal, part of her has accepted her own death as an inevitable conclusion to the life she's chosen. Homeless Robin has been homeless for almost three years and its not easy. It's left her both guilty about the sudden influx of things like 'food', 'shelter' and clean water but also its hard to adjust. Robin struggles to understand where her classmates are coming from. She doesn't begrudge them their advantages but things like casual waste do ruffle her feathers. Her bed at Claremont is too soft and her room is too quiet. Half the time she feels like a wild thing, trying to adjust to a very nice cage. Robin stays at Claremont because she understands the benefits and she appreciates everything she's been given but it's still hard. When people aren't looking, she takes extra from the cafeteria and some nights, if she can't get comfortable under her bed, she sneaks out to try and find a spot on the roof to nap because honestly, it's much more what she's used to now. Secret Origins Robin's powers are not a minor mutation but rather a genetic legacy from her mother who hails from Hyperborea. It was not a simple robber that killed Robin's parents but rather an attack by snake people on an Ultiman exile and Robin's father merely happened to have been their collateral damage. Robin has no knowledge of her heritage, nor any thing from her mother that would betray that ancestry although more questions may get raised if she ever develops the more esoteric powers of her diluted birthright. One can see Robin's Ultiman ancestry in her ruthless devotion to excellence, a trait she gained from her mother but much of the more tell-tale signs have been blunted by both her lack of training and her human half. Allies, Associates and Enemies AlliesAssociatesClaremont: Although Nighthawk is still stumbling through making any real friendships at Claremont, it really doesn't take much to earn her loyalty. Those she meets at Claremont, as little as she might have in common, she shares a certain kinship. Nighthawk is willing to jump in front of a bullet for total strangers, she wouldn't hesitate to do the same for her first tentative friends in a long time. EnemiesMisc. Gangs: The Fens have many and varied criminals and Robin has made it a personal goal to track down every single one and kick their teeth in. There are any number of criminals in the Fens that would like to see Nighthawk shot full of many rounds of bullets and put out of their hair for good. One of these days they might actually manage to organize enough to try it.
  14. Taylor blinked once, reaching up to push back the errant bangs pulled free with the faint gust of wind the speedster left in his wake. JJ, however, was bright eyed about both the display of super powers as well as the shiny trinket. As he cupped it carefully between fingers that were still little-boy chubby to examine with bright eyes, Taylor couldn't help the small, indulgent smile tugging on her lips. Her voice gentled for her son, "For now. It's Mr. Cline's tooth and you'll have to give it back." "Awww..." That was soft, under JJ's breath as he turned to study the tooth with the sort of interest that would have done his archeological ancestor proud. Taylor returned her direct gaze to the speedster, reaching up to the amulet around her throat to twist it absently. The gesture was a nervous habit and it looked less solemn mystic without the rest of her costume to add to the effect. She sighed. "Mr. Cline, it isn't about the 'how'..." She trailed off and then with one of her hands gestured slightly, pulling with a small 'pop' of displaced air a scroll from with in her own pocket of space. She unrolled it with care. It was covered with almost incomprehensible lines and cross lines - looking very old and making very little sense. "Look, with a bit of magic or a bit of technology you can probably - probably - get near enough to where you're aiming for but dimensions are funny. Pathways open and close, doors open and shut and it is very, very easy to get lost between 'here' and 'there', and every time you punch, slip or slide through, it frays the fabric just a little." Taylor spread out the map and added, "This is one mage's attempt to track the worlds he could scry. The entire life's work and its just an infinitely small fragment. It's a single water crystal on the tip of an entire iceburg. Some places move faster, some move slower. Some go backward. Even if you did everything right and were wrong about the dimension you were aiming for, you could come back to centuries having passed by. I have years and training, and the favor of one of the gods, and its still dangerous for me."
  15. Taylor's expression shifted from polite interest to genuine alarm rather rapidly. She was not so urbane about the open discussion of her supernatural qualifications in school hallways and the casual ease threw her off early on in the conversation. By the time she caught up, her lips were pursed as she tried to find a polite way to tell the nice super hero what a terrible idea that was. Arguing with super-heroes was sort of old hat at this point about the dimensional barrier and the need to not waltz back and forth across it but she didn't want to make trouble for JJ at his new school. "You've got something old in your pocket that vibrates with magic, Mr. Cline," Taylor said, her voice studiously polite as she held out her bare hands, "Do you think I could take a look at your artifact while we talk?" Leaving her hands out, she continued out, choosing her words with care, "I'm not sure I'd recommend taking any trips across the dimensional barriers, especially if you aim to do it with those not used to such journeys. The Paths of the Magi are treacherous to those not trained-" JJ had been watching the conversation with wide eyed interest and piped up, cutting his mother off, "You should go to the one with the dinosaurs! There was this biiiiig t-rex and my daddy punched it. Right in the shin! POW! Just like Centurion!" Taylor's expression could only be described as consternated, whether it was the cheerful volunteering of their 'working vacations' or the comparison of Avenger to the Centurion, that was hard to say. She coughed once, clearing her throat, "It really can be dangerous. And not just the risk of getting eaten by a dinosaur. I'm sure you'd handle carnivorous predators just fine."
  16. Taylor had never been fond of crowds. After spending the better part of a year without worrying about whether or not she was solid, she found she was sorely out of practice in managing herself in tight confines and these sorts of things were always crowded. Wearing jeans and her hair drawn back in a ponytail, she looked slightly harried and JJ wasn't immune to his mother's tension in these new environments. It had been with great relief that Jack had taken over whatever meet-and-greet needed to be done in the cafeteria and let her escape to the quieter confines of the hallway to catch her breath. "It's a pretty nifty school, hunh, buddy?" Taylor said to the kindergartener who had been pointing out some of the work adorning the walls. JJ's macaroni and glue decorations might have looked a bit more like Dagon's ward than a pony but Taylor was more or less sure that one couldn't make a proper Elder sign out of dried pasta. She turned automatically at the approach of another parent, stepping slightly in front of JJ automatically before she caught herself. Taylor recognized both the face and the name - they watched Supercrime! after all. It was one of the more interesting offerings on the television, although she wasn't above protesting aloud if she disagreed with assessments on the mystical episodes. "Hi, yes, I'm Taylor Farretti. This is Jack Jr. Say hi, JJ." Taylor said as she coaxed JJ to step forward to take the other parent up on his invitation. She was curious, but also guarded, the latter mostly out of habit but whatever Richard had on him contributed to both emotions without question. The little boy grinned, showing his unique little smile as he lisped, "Hi. I like your show. Sometimes I get to stay up early and watch it on the tee-vo!" Despite herself, Taylor smiled, the expression easing lines of tension on her face as she fell into step, one hand smoothing over JJ's unruly hair. "I can both walk and talk. What can I do for you, Mr. Cline?"
  17. alderwitch

    Huang

    From the album: Alder's Artistry

    Huang / Ouroboros

    © K Keppeler

  18. Taylor's relationship with Jack turned out alright (so far!) in this world, but it could have gone worse. Much, much worse. Especially if she hadn't been Phantom and able to hold her own. What if, there was a world where Taylor did date Avenger but she was just a fragile mortal. At least, she used to be. Player Name: Alderwitch Character Name: Taylor Xiao Chun Power Level: 14 (220/220PP) Trade-Offs: In Brief: Vampiric Antagonist Alternate Identity: Identity: Public Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Creature of the Night Affiliations: Vampires of Freedom City Family: All of Taylor's mortal family thinks she's dead - and it's better that way. Description: Age: 26 Apparent Age: 23 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Chinese American father, Caucasian mother Height: 5'1" Weight: 135 lbs Eyes: Brown / Red Hair: Black Taylor is a sleek predator and she doesn't bother to hide it. As a vampire, she embraces many of the things that she was never fully comfortable with as a mortal. The preternatural grace and sex appeal doesn't hurt. She's paler than Phantom and accentuates it with bold makeup, dark eyes, red lips. She's dangerous, and it is almost always very obvious when she walks into a room. History: Taylor's history doesn't deviate from Phantom's until the moment where Phantom accepted the amulet in Earth Prime. Where this Taylor - our Taylor - became a hero, the other Taylor continued on to become a college student, excelling in her classes and leading a normal, average life. Of course, living in Freedom City, a normal, average life tends to make you the background of a superhero exploit. When Riverside exploded, Taylor didn't have any powers and so rather than meeting Avenger as an equal, she was rescued by the gravelly voiced vigilante. When she later met Jack, it was happenstance. Or, perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, the relationship was built on the many lies of secret identity wrapped in secret identity and when that inevitably collided, the one into the other - the price that was paid, was Taylor's life. If this was where that story ended, it actually might have been a happier one. See, turning into a vampire... it changes people. It's changed Taylor. It wasn't for the better. Personality & Motivation: Taylor is no cackling villain. She was a good person, once, and those traits aren't gone. But she's had to survive in the world she was drug into and while Jack might have the potency - and moral flexibility - to balance his vampiric nature against his morals, that's a harder struggle for Taylor. Her nature with her sire is... conflicted. She loves him; he saved her life. She hates him; he killed her. In this world, she functions as a silver-age antagonist sort. Taylor spends a good deal of her time plotting Avenger's downfall in various ways but feels that no one but she has the right to actually kill him. Not that she would. At least, not yet. Powers & Tactics: For a young vampire, Taylor is powerful but that's largely due to her own force of will, and the strength of her bloodline. She's clever and cunning and makes use of every advantage she has. This Taylor is a social creature, honing the vampiric ability to control people's minds and reactions to a razor sharp weapon. Taylor would rather have you focused on her minions until she can deal a final, fatal blow. Thanks to her lineage, she's a day-walker but significantly weakened during the daylight hours. If she's encountered during the day, she's going to cut and run as soon as possible rather than risk going toe-to-toe with a disadvantage. (Work In Progress)
  19. Nighthawk - pencil sketch study

    © K Keppeler

  20. Phantom canted her head to the side to better take in Set as she leaned back against the barrier that marked the line, "Barring attack of super-villains mid-ride, we are very unlikely to be catapulted out of our seats. Well, you all are at least. I'm giving myself even odds to manage to stay solid the entire time." She didn't sound overly consternated about the idea of getting tossed from the car, but to be fair when one was unsubstantial, that became more embarrassment than massive blunt force trauma. "It's really rather safe. In a city where you can't through a rock without hitting a gadgeteer or super genius, these things have been checked and double checked. It's not like the 80's." Phantom crossed her ankles, one over the other, her hips against the bar - straightening only when the line kept its slow shuffle towards the loading point. "I mean, I wasn't old enough to ride these rides until after they were retrofitted but I'm the youngest. I have plenty of older brothers willing to tell me horror stories of dubious veracity."
  21. Alex knows, confirmed a very quiet, rather amused voice in the back of Mike's mind. Really, 'no good' was an understatement to say the least in Mike's inability to keep secrets from his partner. Although there were certainly long stretches where she was quiet, or other wise occupied - even asleep - she was always there to one degree or another, as she had been his entire life. There was laughter in her thoughts as she added before he could panic, I found out before this, though. You didn't spoil the surprise. Mike felt the light tough of Alex shift as she tested his recent memories and added, When the excitement has died down and it won't disrupt the moment, would you ask Erin and Trevor if they mind if I join you all? I don't want to impose.
  22. Robin's first week had yet to manage to convince her that she belonged here in anyway. The siren song of showers whenever she wanted and steady food were nice but they'd not eased her generalized discomfit. The bed was too soft, the room was too quiet. Almost every night, she'd found herself fleeing the dorms to restlessly pace the edge of Claremont's property, wrestling with the urge to flee back to the life that, while not comfortable, was familiar. As soon as the weekend had come around, Robin had vanished back to the Fens to make up for lost time, returning in the wee hours, somewhat bruised and bloodied. At the news they were off to a museum, Robin couldn't help but be intrigued. Her memories of museums were fond but faded. She hadn't seen the inside of one since she'd been small. Taking a seat in the back of the bus, she'd watched with curiosity as they left Claremont behind for even swankier environments, rubbing her thumb absently over the healing split lip she'd earned over the weekend. "So, this is like a scavenger hunt?" Robin asked once they'd been split off and given their marching orders as she finally spoke up, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her ratty jacket. Her gaze moved from the pair of roommates towards Hannah in question, "But with learning. Where are we starting?"
  23. There exists in the vastness of the multiverse, a world where Ace Danger never turned away from his childhood exploits. A world where the sky never filled with super heroes in capes in cowls and the only hands holding back the darkness belonged to normal people willing to take a stand and became, not heroes, but legends. A world where the Jungle Patrol still fights the good fight. Same world as AvengerAssembled's vignette (in the cut below): Since the world in question is a street level, Taylor's alternate version is built as a PL7 with 150 PP and not her full amount. Because that would be gross Player Name: Alderwitch Character Name: Taylor Xiao Chun Power Level: 7 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: +3 Attack / -3 Damage, +2 Defense / -2 Toughness In Brief: Librarians make the best super heroes! Alternate Identity: Identity: Public Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Archeologist Affiliations: The Jungle Patrol Family: Taylor's the youngest of five children and the one to have taken her Great Uncle's place on the Jungle Patrol. Description: Age: 26 Apparent Age: - Gender: Female Ethnicity: Chinese American father, Caucasian mother Height: 5'1" Weight: 135 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Black This world's Taylor is more toned than her counterpart. While Phantom tries to keep fit and make sure that if her powers are nullified, she has something to fall back on, all this Taylor has is her wits and her speed to keep her alive during the Jungle Patrol's dangerous missions. She's short and fit, with her long black hair usually braided back off of her face. When she's at the university, she dresses professionally - suits and jackets but most people associate her with her Jungle Patrol attire which tends towards the tank tops and shorts, or slacks if its warm, and sturdy boots. History: Taylor's summer with her Great Uncle Huang at his dig site changed her life. For the better, if you ask her. Oh, she knew that he was one of the Jungle Patrol's old guard, but it was supposed to be a normal dig site. Key words 'supposed to be'. Of course, when Ace Danger showed up in the middle of the night, sixteen year old Taylor knew from all of her Uncle's stories that it was going to be a long night. By the time the morning had come, her Uncle had sacrificed himself and Taylor had been able to decode enough to help ensure that the evil that had risen went back where it was supposed to. For now. There wasn't any question after that summer that Taylor would do anything else than help Ace Danger save the world every day, twice on Fridays. That was almost ten years ago and Taylor's acquired new skills, new scars and new companions along the way. She's been romantically linked to the Squad's 'Man in Black' in rumors almost since he joined but Taylor generally leaves any sort of public press to Ace. He's been doing it, after all, for a century and there's no one better. And Taylor? Taylor has work to do! Personality & Motivation: Taylor enjoys the learning aspect of the Jungle Patrol. She's a bookworm turned pulp hero. During her earlier days, there was a lot more of the 'damsel' than she'd have cared for in her stories but that was more youth and inexperience than anything related to her gender. These days, Taylor is confident and capable and serves as the brains of the latest iteration of the Jungle Patrol. Sure, Ace has experience but the granularity of the why has never been his forte. That's where Taylor comes in. Powers & Tactics: Taylor never came into any powers but she's quick and clever. On the Jungle Patrol, its generally her job to do things like 'decode the tablet that might put the mummy back' or 'look into what that cult might be summoning in the back room' and she excels there. She used to be much less capable in a fire fight but one doesn't survive ten years in the Jungle Patrol without learning how to handle themselves. Taylor would still rather be in the back with a rifle, preferably some place hard to reach, but she's gotten much better at throwing a punch when she has to. Abilities: 2 + 6 + 10 + 8 + 10 + 4 = 40 PP Strength: 12 (+1) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 20 (+5) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 20 + 14 = 34 PP Initiative: +3 Attack: +10 Melee, +10 Ranged Grapple: +11 Defense: +9 (+7 Base, +2 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -1 Saving Throws: 2 + 6 + 5 = 13 PP Toughness: +0 (+5 Con, +0 [Other]) Fortitude: +7 (+5 Con, +2) Reflex: +9 (+3 Dex, +6) Will: +10 (+5 Wis, +5 Skills: 120R = 30PP Acrobatics 7 (+10) Climb 9 (+10) Computers 1 (+5) Concentration 10 (+15)Skill Mastery Craft (Arcane) 5 (+10)Skill Mastery Disable Device 6 (+10) Gather Information 8 (+10) Escape Artist 2 (+5) Investigate 6 (+10) Knowledge (Arcane) 12 (+17)Skill Mastery Knowledge (Cosmology) 5 (+10) Medicine 5 (+10) Notice 5 (+10) Ride 2 (+5) Search 11 (+15)Skill Mastery Sense Motive 5 (+10) Stealth 7 (+10) Survival 10 (+15) Swim 4 (+5) Feats: 12 PP Artificer Evasion x 2 Dodge Focus x 2 Precise Shot x 2 Quick Draw x 2 Ritualist Skill Mastery (Knowledge: Arcane, Craft, Search, Concentration) Trance Equipment: 5PP = 25XEP (Equipment generated depending on the Adventure! from what she's grabbed from the Patrol's stockpiles, half contributed to Jungle Patrol HQs.) Powers: 4 + 6 + 6 = 16 PP Comprehend 3 (Training; Languages 3 [speak Any One/Understand All/Read & Write]; Power Feat: Innate) [4] Damage 3 (Training; Power Feat: Mighty, Thrown (Improvised Weapons), Innate ) [6] Device Rank 2 ('Ol Faithful' (rifle); 10PP Container; Flaws: Easy-To-Lose, ; Feats: Indestructible; Drawback (Kicks like a mule; User takes knockback 2 on use) -1) [6PP] Damage 4 ('Slugs'; Extras: Range(Ranged); Feats: Alternate Power Variable Descriptor 2 (All tech damage); Drawbacks: Reduce Range(5 increments) -1) [10PP] Alternate Power: Stun 4 (Night Night rounds; Extras: Range(Ranged); Feats: Sedation, Slow Fade) {10/10} Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = 0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage (Physical) Chain Lightning Ranged DC 25 Toughness (Autofire) Damage (Energy) Taser Blast Ranged DC 16 Fortitude Stun (Staged) Totals: Abilities (40) + Combat (34) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (30) + Feats (17) + Powers (16) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 (or 150/150) Power Points
  24. Technically there are no alternate Phantoms. Taylor Chun has been born on many near-Earth dimensions but as part of the Phantom power-set, it exists as a unique element in the multiverse which is not to say that there aren't worlds where Taylor Chun has become a hero (or a villain). Her guidebook page holds more information on this particular phenomena. This is the thread for some of those concepts.
  25. "Did anyone offer to replace the tires? Those can be pricey and pizza delivery guys don't make that much money. Maybe they'd be more willing to come back around if someone sent a note and replaced the tires," Robin suggested, taking in Sakurako's story with a somber expression from where she stood some what in the midst of the knot of Claremont kids. She hoped she didn't look as out of place as she felt. As more kids trickled over, one of them with a floating suitcase in tow, Robin offered a quiet, "Hey." Huang's toothsome smile caught her gaze and her brows arched without saying much of anything on the matter. Her gaze quickly to traveled to the dancing colors. She wasn't exactly sure what the sort of compliment should be for kids showing off their powers so she settled on, "That's pretty, Hannah." Because it was true and truthful seemed the safest route. Her gaze flicked back to the two newcomers who seemed to arrive together. "I'm Robin - I'm from the Fens." The way she said that last was just a big pugnacious, almost defiant, as if she expected commentary or at least judgement. "I... I don't have any powers."
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