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GM "Well shoot" mumbled Slate, cigarette falling from his hands. Half on autopilot he started reaching for his gun, but midpoint through the spinal action he figured it wasn't needed. "Yeah, some Broad got crushed. Damn ugly" he said, not inclined to say anything but the truth. "I gotta clean up the brains and bones. Try to catch the scum who did this. But I ain't going to be holding my breath till I do" he conceded. "What, you offering to help?" he asked. "Or you just got a morbid sense of humour? I got a hunch for most people, but you go wearing a helmet and dropping from the sky, well its kind of a poker face, you know?" He picked up his cigarette which had burnt out. Just like he had. He grunted faintly and flicked it away to the side. "What's your story, then? I'm a cop. I get to ask questions..."
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GM The Lasoo landed around Noose, but slipped down to just his feet thanks to his wriggling. "Rope...." he muttered, angry now. "You got me with rope...." he muttered again. "Now that makes me mad. You only going to slow me down, boy. But even that, I can't have..." he sounded determined. Like he had an excuse to fire now. And that's just what he did, firing from the hip, slow. He wasn't fast, but he knew how to shoot. And Sha'ir felt the bullet hit him. As he fired, he became visible again. A zombie cowboy in the middle of the street. Everyone started screaming and running, but the cops held their ground and opened fire. The bullets let off a little dust when they hit Noose, but nothing more. They fell to the street bent and distorted, with Noose completely unphased.
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That attack will hit. He is barely bothered with avoiding it! Still gets a reflex save though: Reflex vs Snare: 1d20+5 16 enough to entangle him but not snare him He will respond by Shooting! Shooting: 1d20+8 26 well its not a crit, but its a hit! DC 25 TOugh Save Im going to play loose with initiative given the above, and Noose isn't that quick anyway For reference Round 2: 20 - Sha'ir - Unharmed - 1 HP 10 - Police [4] - Unharmed 0 - Noose - Entangled Sha'ir
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GM "You ain't taken a life. At least, not that I can smell" said creek through his toothless hoarse mouth. One could almost see the welts around his neck from the noose he still wore. "I ain't gonna shoot you. And you can't stop me, either. Nobody can stop me..." he said, calm. It did not have the flavour of a boast either, just cast-iron certainty. With that, he turned away from Hakim, starting to trudge down the road, invisible to all but Hakim. Two patrolcars screeched to a halt and from them sprung four cops, pistols out. But of course they couldn't see anyone to shoot or apprehend. "What's going on here?" one asked Hakim. "We need paramedic assist!" said another into his phone, running over to the shot Vet...
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Diamondlight August had no problem with being the centre of attention. But there was a time and place for everything. With regards to being the centre of attention, the time was not now, and neither was the place here. He vanished. The light bent around him causing tiny distortions, of course, but only the most astute and perceptive would notice anything was up. Well, anything other than he had vanished. There were disadvantages of course. He had to dodge and weave through the crowd as he made his way up to the sniper on foot. And every collision caused that strange distortion of light. But it served its purpose: he didn't want to cause panic or answer questions. At least, not yet. First things first. And that meant getting up to the sniper on foot and seeing what was happening up there.
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OOC for this @Avenger Assembled I couldn't think of a cool plot hook for LH to know about the murder, or know Frank Slate, so consider yourself having free reign to narrate whatever craziness you wish. Or, hammer out the options here!
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Diamondlight "This is a bad hand" muttered Diamondlight, putting his coffee down. There was no target, no angle. And the gun could fire any minute. There really wasn't any other option he could see. He didn't like violence, but if it was needed, it was needed, and he wasn't shy of using it when you had been dealt a bad hand. His eyes glowed more brightly, blue-white-silver. There was even a faint hiss of energy. And then, through the air, his laser vision flew, raking the skies and pouncing towards the sniper...
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GM Outside in the street, Creek turned around, his face still shrivelled leather, bone, and empty eye sockets. "Not Creek. Not for a long time. Just Noose now..." With that, he appeared. For Hakim, of course, he was still visible. But Hakim could sense that his invisibility faded, and everyone on the street screamed as they saw him, and started running again. "I don't want no curse gone. I like being around, and it ain't a bad curse, all things considered. Punishin' the wicked...I done plenty of punishin'..." He whipped out his gun, fast, and shot another fleeing Vet in the back. BAM! And the Vet was down, bleeding a good fourty feet away. Nothing wrong with Creek (or Noose's) aim, that was for sure. "And I got plenty more to do..." said Creek, voice grim. The sound of police car sirens came, not far now. "...and punishin' anyone who gets in my way..."
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GM The references were obscure and cryptic, but the jigsaw fell together on the pages. Charlie Creek, B. 1752, D. 1782. Convicted of murder most horrid. Shot by his own gun and Hung the neck Until he was dead for crimes most foul and beyond the pale. Mr. Creek had been hunting Indians, it seemed, on a murderous rampage. Until he was pinned down by said Indians, who were said to put a terrible curse on him. To murder murderers, or some such thing. It was admittedly a rather obscure reference and "murderers" could easily be read as "One who takes a life", which was of course a pretty big widening of the gap. Charlie Creeks ghost was seen intermittently for the next hundred years ago, and then faded into legend and myth. And that was a much as the book could say. Whilst outside, there was more gunfire...
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GM "Not hit me?" blurted the Nose "Well, that;s a start. Not a very good start, but its better than being hit" summarised the Nose. "Poor the Nose! Everybody hit him on the nose and called him big nose! Nobody liked me. They just punched me on the nose and made me bleed!" he said, wiping his eye. "The Nose knows plenty!" he said, more Machiavellian now the prospect of a barter came into play. "The Nose not so good with names, or faces, but I can tell everybodys smell from a hundred, no! a thousand yards! Maybe more! I can smell em all, every one I meet! Even you!" he said, tapping his big nose (for, most assuredly, it was big!) "But...that makes the Nose dangerous. People might want to hurt the Nose. Secrets are my bullets, my knives, my weapons!" he said. He looked at the knife in his hand. "Well, I suppose this knife is my knife, but I;m not so good at stabbing people" he conceded, dropping it to the ground. "The Nose knows! The Nose knows! But, the Nose is one thing, the lips are another!" he said, miming zipping his lips together.
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Diamondlight There was a gasp of adrenaline inside, but he kept a poker face. He didn't look at the sniper - he didn't need to. He could feel and sense light everywhere, and even without moving his head, or eyes, he could focus in on him. He took another sip of coffee. Act normally. And a bit of caffeine would help. He started scanning around, quickly, for a target. It could, of course, be anyone... But if there was an obvious target that would help guide his action. A wall of force placed to provide cover, for instance. Otherwise he would have to try something else. Something much more dramatic... His eyes glinted with silver light. Something dramatic like a burst of hard light scorching through the air!
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GM The Cowboy looked with his eye sockets at Shai'ir. His voice was like rotten wood whistling. "You can see me" he said. It felt like more of a statement than a question, but it wasn't a happy phrase however you cut it. "No matter. Stay out of my way. I have murderin' to do. Murderin' killers" he explained. Admittedly, it was not much of an explanation, but to its credit it was blunt and efficient. His intent was clear. He looked down at his gun and examined it, spinning the chamber with a clickity click sound. "That them there" he explained, pointing at the corpse and the blood. "Is just the start. I ain't ever stoppin'..." With that, he started to walk out. It was plain that whilst the Spellsmith could see him, nobody else could...
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GM 19th April, 2018 The rain started coming down in the early afternoon and it had not stopped. It was a hot, heavy rain in a hot, heavy city. Frank Slate, Bedlam City Detective, was investigating a murder. He was an old dog, tough and weathered, his experience making him both competent and cynical. Another dead body in Bedlam City, and he hardly raised an eyebrow. Just another job. The woman had been crushed, it seemed. But by what? She wasn't talking, and could any forensic scientist make sense of the pulp that was her bones? It was doubtful she had a bone left in her cold dead corpse that had not been broken. Her body had been found in Gravewood Iron Foundy, just outside of Bedlam. It had an awful track record for safety, but nobody had ever turned up like this mess. Possibly it was an industrial accident, but nobody was talking, and Frank couldn't see any loose machinery. "Hell, what do I know anyway?" he grumbled to himself. Word spread fast in Bedlam. And maybe somebody who did know would help...
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GM 'Twas not far to travel, even by foot, to the resting place of Morgen the burnt. An hour of walking through green pleasant feels. A few sheep looked up at the strange sight of the three heroes, but carried on chewing grass soon enough. The resting place of Morgen was still there, buried in the hill where, thousands of years ago, she had entombed herself. It was the scar that Dreadnough had closed, battling the remains of an icy age and an icy spirit. But now, that scar was opened, and she was gone. A faint chill still arose from the pit, which was a dozen feet deep, although it had been many many years since the last ice age, its faintest echo was still there. The moss moved beside it. And then, a four foot high man, all leaves and branches and moss and bark, was sitting by them. The camouflage had been perfect. "Oh, you woke up! Has been some time!" said Y Dderwen (for it was he). "And you have brought some friends, I see!"
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GM Fortune was with Hakim, at least for now. The people parted and scuttled, and the scarf and bag could be donned free from gaze. There was screaming inside the bar. "Call the police! Call an ambulance! Call the frikkin' ARMY!" yelled a deep voice, throat tightening with panic. This so happened to be Tommy "Gun" Gomez, the owner of the bar. Tommy Gun was a huge man with a huge belly, bald, broken nosed and hard as nails that had been subjected to a revolutionary new nail-hardening procedure. For Tommy Gun to start screaming like that... Well, inside the bar was dim light, hot heat, and the smell of sweat and booze. And a man lying in the floor. The remains of his head were lying on the opposite side of the bar. Such observation would lead even the dimmest soul to conclude that the man was dead. And, there was an invisible cowboy in the bar. Invisible to all others, of course. But Hakim could see him quite clearly. The cowboy was dead. His flesh was shrivelled up like leather, and he had only gaping blackness in his mouth and eye sockets. He was quite clearly dead, but he still moved, holstering an ancient pistol. He was dressed like a cowboy, and wore a cowboy hat, and around his neck was an old rope. A hangman's rope.
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Hell Q Introduction Who are you? Sum yourself up in one sentence. Half man, half shark, all killer. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? No What is your full birth name? Victor Tiberius Finn Where do you live? London, or the oceans. How old are you? What year were you born (if applicable)? 37 (1991) Physical Traits What is your gender? If not applicable, please explain. Male How would you describe your heritage? Caucasian How tall are you? 6’1” What is your body type? Muscular, squat, shark. Do you have any particular weaknesses, such as allergies or physical disabilities? My skin gets dry and cracked if it is not wet. Painful, and even dangerous. How do you carry yourself? Are you graceful, or heavy on your feet? Can you be stealthy, do you walk with confidence? Like a panther on the prowl, king of the jungle. Describe your skin, eye, and hair color. Grey blue, black, and none. Do you consider yourself attractive? Do others? No! Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings, or birthmarks? Not any more. I heal real smooth. Do you resemble anyone famous? No! Do you have a dominant hand? RIght What kind of clothing do you wear? Bathing trunks Do you wear makeup? No What is your vocal range? Is your voice distinctive in some way? Deep and it sounds a bit like a growl or a hiss. Do you have any distinctive habits, nervous tics, or mannerisms? Where did they come from, and what causes them? Do other people notice and remark on these habits? Do they annoy you or other people? I have a grin that is very wide and shows lots of pointy teeth. People don’t mention it as it looks scary! History Where do you come from? Dover, England. Have you made any major moves, or do you live in your hometown? Yes, I went to boarding school as a kid. And then I studied Marine Biology at Brighton. Then, I moved around a lot in the army. Do you feel loyal to your country of citizenship? Do you consider yourself patriotic? How do you feel about the government of your country? Very loyal, and patriotic. I have more neutral feelings towards the government. How do you feel about the place you come from? I am fond of it, but not tied to it. Where is your home town? What was/is it like? Its rather run down these days. But it’s a nice coastal town with a great view and the famous cliffs! Growing up, were most of the people you knew similar to you, or were you somehow a minority? How did that affect you? A bit of both. My family was fairly well off, but not rich. I went to private school. I was pretty similar to most of the kids there, except I was more athletic. Is there something you've always been really good at or really bad at? How has that affected your life? Soldiering, I am very good at. Made a career out of it. I’m tone deaf, however. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? No Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. Joining the cadets. I loved it straight away. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? Honestly, I was fairly well behaved. Where did you go to school? How much school did you have, and did you enjoy it? Kent Do you have any mementos of your childhood? What are they, and why did you keep them? If you have none, why not? An arm plaster cast from when I broke it rock climbing aged 14. When did you decide to become a hero? Why? Did anyone influence you one way or another in the decision? From childhood. I think my parents influenced me, of course. But I was always driven to exceed my limitations. Is the reason you give people for becoming a hero different than your real reason? If so, why? No Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? Some of my military work was unsavoury and secret, but immoral would be a debate. Do you represent yourself as being different from who you really are? Why? I am reserved, but I don’t misrepresent myself. Do you have any sort of criminal record? If so, is it public knowledge? No Family What are your biological parents' names? James Finn and Cressida Finn. Were you raised by them? If not, please explain and describe who raised you. Yes What was their standing in the community? What did/do they do for a living? My father was a soldier in the army for a while and then went into private security. My mother was a physiotherapist. Where are your parents now? Both dead. My father went down in a plane crash when I was twenty five. My mother died of pancreatic cancer three years ago. Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? My father worked all around the world, although mainly in Europe and the Middle East. My mother stayed in England. How did you get along with their parents? Very well, for the most part. My father was a bit stiff, but I admired him. How do your parents view you now, or how would they? With pride. Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what are their names? Describe your relationship with them. Lisa Drake, who is married to Harriet Drake. They are both doctors and took a new surname. Lisa is a successful cardiac surgeon, Harriet is also a successful paediatrician. We have different lives now, and have grown somewhat apart, but we still see each other infrequently and get on well enough. What was your birth order in the family? Second. Lisa is two years older. Where are your siblings now (if applicable)? Do they have families of their own? What do they do? Lisa and Harriet live in Oxford, and do not have children. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? We stay in touch. Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? No. Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? No. Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? If so, please explain. No. Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? If so, please explain, including how it has affected your life. Not that we know of. Do you have a partner and children currently? If so, please describe them. No. If you do not have a partner or children, do you want them someday? How firm are you in your opinion on this, and what might change your mind? I don’t think I can, and I am not that bothered. What type of person would be your ideal mate? A half shark mutant? Relationships Do you have any close friends? If so, please describe them, and how you came to be close to them. Close friends, not so much. A few war time buddies. But I am solitary by nature. Do you have a best friend? If so, how did they become your best friend? How close are you to your best friend? No. If you were to go missing, who would worry about you? My sister, the government. My team. Have you lost any loves? If so, how did it happen, and what did you do? I have never had a long term relationship. Kind of hard to in the army doing what I did. Not that I haven’t had relationships, its just then never endured the strain. Do you have any bitter enemies? If so, please describe them and their history with you. No What is the worst thing someone has done to you? Shot me. But that’s part of the job. Where do your loyalties lie? In what order? My duty is to my country and my job. Who or what do you trust the most? Why? The people that I work with. Because, at the end of the day, I have to. Who or what do you despise? Why? Traitors. What qualities do you admire most in other people? Are these qualities you possess? Determination, courage, honesty. Yes, I have those qualities. What qualities do you hate most in other people? Do you have any of those qualities? Dishonesty, obviously. But a kind of spineless apathy is pretty nauseating. Do you have a secret identity? If so, who knows it? Do you hide it from people who are close to you? Why? No. I cant the way I look. Do you work well on teams and in groups? Are you a leader or a follower? In teams. Teamwork is the key to any mission. I can lead, or follow. Are you on a super team? If so, how do you get along with your comrades? Do you trust them, or do you have secrets from them? I have just joined Vanguard. Its too early to say what my assessment is of them, but I trust them. Are you a member of any church, fraternal organization, club, committee, political party, or other group? How much time do you spend on that? No, except for a military Vet charity and Invicta Games. Personality & Beliefs Who are your heroes? Some war heroes I work with, or have worked with. Men I have actually met. Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? No. Do you like being a hero? If so, what is the most rewarding part? If not, what makes you keep doing it? I like stretching myself. I think that’s part of being a hero. I am not sure that I like being a hero just for being a hero. Is there anything that would make you give up hero work, or even switch sides? I wont work for another country, outside the United Kingdom and her allies. I guess if the country needed a coup or something… What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? The same. What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? Set up an aquatic strike force and response team. And lead it. What is your greatest fear? Why? What do you do when something triggers this fear? Failure. It drives me to succeed! Is there anything you would give you life for? My country. How do you feel about money and material wealth? Do you desire it or disdain it? Are you miserly with what you have, or do you like to share? Is it a mark of success, or a means to an end? You need it, its nice, but I don’t feel it is a mark of a man, or a idol to be worshipped. How do you generally treat others? Fairly but firmly. Are you a trusting person? Has your trust ever been abused? That’s a complicated question. I trust the people I work with as I have to. But you always keep an open mind… Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Do you have a lot of self-confidence? Neither introverted or extroverted. Just focussed. And full of self-confidence. How do you act around attractive, available members of your preferred sex? I grin at them. Its not on my menu these days. What are your most annoying habits? My diet of raw fish. Do you feel contempt for any general category of people? Who are they, and why? Cowards and traitors. If you don’t have some sense of duty and code of honour, you are a waste of oxygen. What is your favorite food? Do you prefer any particular type of food? Do you take the time to enjoy your food, or do you eat as fast as you can? Raw fish. What is your favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)? Whiskey. What is your favorite treat (dessert)? I don’t eat desert these days. Hardly ever have. Bad for your health and your teeth. Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? No. What is your favorite color? Are there any colors you dislike? I don’t see colors too well now. So I don’t really have one I like or dislike. What sort of music do you like? Is there any that you hate? Classic Geman Opera. I cant stand American Country music. Or folk music. Weak and insipid. If you have a favorite scent, what is it? Blood. Do you have a favorite animal? Sharks! What is your most treasured possession? Why? I try not to hold onto material possessions. My most treasured possessions are my memories. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? Roughing it. Is there a job or a task you would absolutely refuse to do? Torture. Do you consider yourself a spiritual person? If so, how do your beliefs affect your life?How important is it to you? No Could you kill? Have you killed? Yes and yes. What circumstances led to you forming that conviction, or taking that action? Because in war, its necessary. Are there circumstances under which you believe it is permissible to kill? What are they? In a military action, or in self defence. How would you react to watching someone kill another person? Would your reaction be different if the killer was a friend or an enemy of yours? I would just get on with the job and worry about the ramifications afterwards. How would you react if something important was stolen from you? I’d track it down if I could do so with some chance of success. But I wouldn’t waste energy, mental physical or emotional on the task. How would you react to public humiliation? Grin and bear it. And reverse it. How would you react if a good friend or relative were purposely or accidentally killed? Has it happened to you? I would be sad but move on. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? Treachery. It kills a country. A people. If your life were to end in 24 hours, what five things would you do in those remaining hours? Swim and eat. Career & Training Do you have any special training in your hero skills? If so, where and how did you get it? Yes, I was in the Special Boat Service for many years and am very well trained in a multitude of skills. Who taught you the most about your heroing abilities? What was your relationship with that person? I can’t say. I had several instructors in the special forces but I can’t pick out one. Do you have any particularly unusual skills? How did you acquire them? I have degrees in oceanology and marine biology which I suppose are unusual. Both from Brighton University. Do you do something besides hero work for a living? Have you ever done anything else, or do you plan to? No. What is your preferred combat style? Effective over anything else! I have some martial art training but not in a specific style. It is essentially military mixed martial arts – striking, grappling. When facing dangerous foes I can use tooth and claw too, but that is dangerous and even deadly. Have you ever received any awards or honours? Yes, military medals. What skill areas would you like most to improve in? Is there anything you can't do that you wish desperately you could? I would always like to increase my tactical and military experience. There is nothing I can’t do that I desperately want to learn. How do you act around people who are more skilled than you in areas you'd like to improve? Are you jealous, or do you try and learn? Learn, always learn. Lifestyle & Hobbies What is a normal day for you? How do you feel when something interrupts this routine? Get up, have a swim. I eat four or five times a day and I like a coffee or two in the morning. I usually exercise too in the morning. My day job is pretty much irregular, I can’t say there is a normal routine there, but if nothing is going on then I usually train. In the evening I like to relax, maybe a drink, maybe meet some military friends, but often just relaxing at home. Do you have any hobbies, or interests outside hero work? What are they, and where did you pick them up? Not really. I like going to the theatre and Opera, but I am not musical myself, or much of an actor. What do you do for fun? Nothing specific. Exercise is fun! Do you have a costume? What does it look like? A pair of swimming shorts. How do you normally dress when not in costume? The same! I have been known to wear black tie or military fatigues. What do you wear to bed most nights? Nothing Do you wear any special jewelry? What is it, and what does it look like? No Do you have a special place where you keep your valuables? I don’t have any particular valuables, so no. What's your preferred means of local travel? How about long distance? Swimming, if I can. If not, helicopter or plane. Miscellaneous Have you ever made a will, or tried to make arrangements for your death? What provisions did you make? Yes. I will give half to my sister, half to military charities. Invicta. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? Well, its pretty unique, so I would hope so! What would you like to be remembered for after your death? He served with honour, bravery, and integrity. And was as tough as nails. Do you believe you pose a threat to the public? Why or why not? Yes, I could be, if that was the job. I hope it never is. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? I think it is a blend of physical strength applied tactically. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? I could be cold hearted. Or seen as cold hearted. As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice... Maximum effort. Be the best, soldier! Be better than the best!
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20 Questions: 1. Where is your hero from? Dover, originally. That’s where I was born, anyway. I grew up by the coast. 2. How would your hero physically describe him/herself? Is this different from how others would? Like a half man, half shark. Which is pretty accurate and how everybody else would describe me. 3. Does your hero have distinguishing speech characteristics or recurring mannerisms? Grinning and showing lots of sharp pointy teeth. 4. What is your hero's motivation? Protect the world from threats. Always been my job, still is. Underlying that is a need to push myself, be the best. 5. What are your hero's greatest strengths and weaknesses? Anything in the water is my strength, alongside my extensive military experience and tactical know how. My biggest weakness is, well, looking like I am going to eat people. 6. What does your hero love? What does your hero hate? I hate terrorists, and environment wreckers. I…guess I love the ocean? 7. How would you describe your character's mental and emotional state? Resilient and dedicated. 8. What does your hero fear the most? Failure. 9. What is your character's greatest ambition? Nothing singular, but fame for bravery. 10. How does your hero feel about the state of the world and his/her place in it? It’s a mess. And I aim to clean it up. 11. Does your hero have any prejudices? How does he/she get along with others? Never liked religious extremists. I get along with people who are competent and respect me. Others, not so much. 12. Where do your heroes loyalties lie? In what order? To the men and women of the armed forces. To England. To my sense of honour and duty. To my pride. 13. Does your hero have a lover or partner? How do they feel about the hero now? No. Might be difficult these days… 14. Does your hero have a family? What is the relationship there like? No 15. How would the people closest to your hero describe him or her? Effective, brave, dedicated. 16. Is your hero a role model? Yes, I represent grit and determination. 17. How spiritual is your hero? Does your hero follow a religious tradition? Not at all. 18. Is your hero part of a team, or would he/she like to be? Why? Yes, Vanguard. I prefer teamwork. Improved effectiveness and gives you a spirit. 19. How does your hero feel about the place of metahumans and aliens on Earth? Its fine. They are both threats, and solutions to threats. 20. If you could give one piece of advice to your hero, what would it be? I don’t need advice.
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Sgt Shark / Victor Finn Knowledge (Tactics) [+5 bonus if military background, +10 if English Military Background] DC 25: Victor Finn was / is a member of the Special Boat Service, an elite British special forces outfit. DC 30: Victor Finn specialised in counter terrorism and amphibious small group tactics. He was considered a world expert in this field. Whilst much of this work is of course classified, his expertise has informed and refined amphibious / marine tactics. Knowledge (Earth Sciences or Life Sciences) DC 20: Victor Finn has degrees in marine biology and oceanology and has written papers on background radiation effects on large marine life reproduction and mutation. Gather Information DC 15: Victor Finn is a member of Vanguard and a superhero! DC 20: His appearance is not deceptive; he is completely amphibian and has mutated shark DNA, able to operate at ocean depths. DC 25: Amongst the more unusual reports of his abilities is the ability to talk to sharks. He also has enhanced senses including an exceptionally super sensitive olfactory system that allows him to detect and track scents over very long distances.
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OOC for this You may want a DC 10 Streetwise or Current Events roll to know the IC background of the bar.
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GM Wednesday 18th April, Midday, Outside WestRock Software The year was warming up with a clear sky and a hot sun. One could imagine swimming in sunlight, the way the midday brightness infused the air. And outside Lick Her and Shots, a disreputable bar just across the street from Hakim, there was screaming. And a gunshot of strange resonance (And yet, somehow, once knew it was a gunshot). A half dozen people started stumbling and screaming and running out of the bar, almost crushing each other in wild panic to get out. Of course, gunshots did that, but those in the know would be aware that Lick Her and Shots was a bar frequented by the army, or more precisely, Vets. Who, once could argue (PTSD aside) would be relatively resilient to the fear induced by gunfire...
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GM "Very well" said Armitage, his rod a rod of stiff stiffness, his eyes like steel, and yet his hand stroking his beard as he always did when his mind was whirring. "I will defer to your considerable experience" he said, voice infused with bone dry acid. "I went to considerable personal expenditure to get that mask. Both financial and...well, other areas. I can weather the loss, but it is a sting. And technically, I still own it" he said, pointedly. "Not that I can argue effectively with a man with fireballs at his fingertips. That much is clear" He turned to Zyte. "Just make sure you record that" he said, finally finding use for the multi media mogul. And with that, he turned heel and walked off. He was whistling a dark tune, hands in tweed jacket as he did so. "Pretty great story! I got it all...!" said Zyte, giving Bonfire a thumbs up and finally turning off his camera. "Now, lets talk MEDIA!" he said, stars in his eyes.... ~ Fin ~
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So I think that knocks him out of Insubstantial and makes him sickened.
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So the environment is now DC 15 Distraction, so make those concentration rolls, Doctor Deoxy! Also, the ultrasonic scream is a Sense Dependent Nauseate 8 effect (DC 18 Reflex and Fort Saves to avoid)