GranspearZX

Arcturus couldn't fly. At least, not in the technical sense. It harkened back to his absence from Freedom City, being severed forcibly from the Beast Rune... it changed him. His magic was the same, but different. He knew what he was potentially capable of doing--for better or worse--but now didn't seem like the kind of situation to risk attempting a form that was capable of flight. No, it seemed better to watch from a distance and have faith that Queenie and Starlight would be fine with... whatever that blip was. There really was no other advice he could give apart from the obligatory 'be careful'. That lasted right up until the two were out of earshot, and he shook his head. The Beast Rune gnawed at him for his inaction. More than that, he wasn't the type to sit still. His right hand closed into a fist and the symbol of Lux, the Light Rune traced itself magically onto the back of his hand. Instantly he felt like the magic was trying to get away from him somehow, like a car hitting the gas unexpectedly. "You all might wanna stand back," he said, climbing onto the railing to get a better perch. His form brightened and shifted within a nimbus of light. Too much noise. Not for lack of trying, but Arcturus had already worked out what might happen. His magic required training and practice; he'd already accepted that skating by on natural talent wasn't going to work anymore, and he could feel some part of the connection between the Beast Rune and the Light Rune... but it wasn't clicking. He wasn't sure why. There were bits and pieces that he could feel out, but nothing about it felt whole. As far as he was concerned, he tried and failed. Everyone on the deck, however, saw Arcturus jump off the edge and sprout large, brown wings. It took a few seconds for him to adjust. Animal instinct being what it was, he picked up on it before he would have hit the water--an added bonus. Inwardly, he could still hear the animal spirit coupled with Lux on occasion... Some sort of bird. He couldn't tell, and he had other things to think about. His flight path took him higher and higher, towards the radar blip they'd all seen. And when he saw what it actually was... "...what the... Is that who I think it is?" He was fairly sure he knew what he was seeing. His eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was definitely unexpected, but that didn't stop him from flying closer and getting a closer look. As fascinated as he was, he definitely wanted to avoid anyone on the ship seeing him. If they were panicked before... The figure was speaking in a tongue that he could actually understand. There was no reason for this to go sideways... at least, not yet. "Hello!" Arcturus called out to the figure, getting as close to earshot as he could without risking him or the others being swatted as aerial nuisances.

"I don't really know much about machines either... except how to break 'em. I do that pretty well, I've been told." He nodded in agreement with Monsoon, but he stopped abruptly when a sudden, odd feeling struck him. His first reaction was to look squarely at Edge, the one person he knew for certain would probably understand what he meant. "Did you just feel that?" Arcturus was always a little wary when magic was involved. Usually, he could sniff it out--literally--and he knew that trace amounts of it didn't really mean a whole lot on the whole. When he expected it, it wasn't an issue/ This, however, gave him pause. At first, he thought the ship might have drifted into something, but that wasn't it... It was like a door swung open and the air changed. It affected him almost as soon as he realized it was happening. The silvery glow of the Beast Rune intensified, shining through his costume. Only Arcturus could hear its unique magical hum, but outwardly he didn't react. He could definitely feel the difference, though. The implications were troubling. He was never sure how to approach the subject of magic with other people. Explaining his was tough enough, but having to explain magical phenomena to other people was never easy. It always felt weird. Nevertheless, Arc was going to give it his level best. "There's a portal or something open somewhere..." he said in as matter-of-fact a way as he could. It was just about the only thing of which he could be certain. "I don't know how big, but it's big enough to boost magic in the area. That's... not good." The scene at the engine room caught him off guard. Without realizing he'd jumped to that conclusion, he assumed that only the Captain had been affected by whatever strange ailment had taken hold of him. The inner predator that was the Beast Rune pushed against Arcturus's psyche at the sight of blood and the shapeshifter bit back an involuntary growl. The task was made more difficult by the heightened effects of his magical abilities. He was still in control, but damn if it wasn't frustrating. And Reidiker was nowhere in sight. Edge's words snapped him back to reality. "...uh. Engines. Right." Smashing them meant leaving them floating in the middle of the ocean... not the most ideal solution. But the option was certainly on the table. "I've gotta find this portal though. It's driving me crazy." It was probably better for everyone involved that no one know how accurate that statement might have been.

Arcane Lore check: 1d20+12 20

The first day, Marcus really didn't have much to say. He hadn't even been in the vicinity of Freedom City for the better part of 18 months. When he finally did surface again, he looked... different. Somehow meaner. Of course, Marcus just laughed at the person who had pointed this out, leaving most to wonder whether he'd really changed at all. The shapeshifting hero was hardly out of contact with the rest of the world, though; it was, after all, how he'd ended up hearing about the voyage. He wasn't what one would call a 'famous' superhero, but he was reliable when it counted, and that was really what mattered most to him. Slight nods and vague recognition were all he could muster on the first day, however. He had seen and done enough that he was looking forward to something straightforward and uneventful. Marcus still didn't feel quite himself in costume. After the first day, the captain insisted that the normally wallflowerish and introverted Marcus join him for dinner. He arrived with his green and gold-trimmed costume, and immediately was immersed into the crowd--no backing out now. Time to be social. Festus's sudden ailment, however, shifted the mood entirely, and Marcus couldn't help but look horrified. Sure, he'd seen blood before, but this was a first for him. He looked like he was having a very, very serious reaction to something--Gods only knew what--and his mind went blank for a split second as he tried to figure out what to do. Thankfully, cooler and more competent heads than his own were already on it, leaving Marcus to the unenviable task of helping to corral the remaining guests and try to get them NOT to focus on the ghastly scene before them. Killing the engines? Hm... He kept that thought to himself--a wise decision after hearing that someone had barricaded themselves inside. He was no doctor, and couldn't really help the captain in his current state, which left his other skill set wide open--breaking stuff. "I can take a crack at that engine door," he offered, approaching Starlight near the captain's table. He'd been paying attention, and remembered her name, at least; if nothing else, he was good with faces and names. His eyes kept inadvertently straying to the blood. The Beast Rune was reacting in a disturbingly typical way, and being able to smell it wasn't helping.

I think I'm gonna skip the roll this time around.

"All of this looks so complicated. And shiny." There were buttons everywhere and Ralf was reasonably sure that touching anything would result in some level of disaster. "I'm surprised they let me even leave the city, much less the country," Ralf admitted, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "And I don't really do water... but thanks for inviting me. Definitely beats studying all summer! Even if there's something serious going on out there." Ralf wondered if it was just weather. Knowing what his father went through to keep him safe and a relatively well kept secret made him a little paranoid about what was possible. Still, he tried not to overthink the situation too much. It really wasn't going to help, at least not at that particular moment. He looked out on the horizon along with Sakurako; without binoculars, there really wasn't a whole lot that he could see, not that he was looking for anything in particular. Ralf wasn't even fidgeting; instead, he was quietly nibbling at a candy bar, considering what to say next.

"I think I'm okay for now," Ralf replied. He really did consider a soda, but he also didn't really feel up to putting forth the effort of maintaining his outward appearance just because of it. There'd be plenty of time for that later, and he was almost certain his classmates wouldn't freak out when they saw it. Claremont was already a weird place comparatively; it took him months to realize that his unusual physiology wasn't anywhere near as strange as all that. "I might as well 'suit up', too." He really didn't want to. It looked so much different from clothes he was used to wearing. Still, he was trying to get out of the habit of using his morphic abilities to create clothing and just wear the real thing. It was far less work in the long run, just because there was less to think about. That and if Sakurako had been gracious enough to invite him, the very least he could do was this. He disappeared for all of two minutes and came back wearing the clothes Sakurako had given them before heading back up to meet her. "So what's the deal with these missing sailors? I mean... was there some kinda bad weather or something?"

Japan was definitely something new for Ralf. He was sure his father would have been firmly against the idea of him even leaving the city, let alone the country, but here he was, half-way around the world. His most pressing concern was not being able to speak or read Japanese--yet. All he needed was time. Either way, he thought it best to stick around someone he could at least communicate with. Ralf didn't seem to mind looking 'tourist-y', either, and took plenty of pictures of classmates, buildings, and people. Looking the part made getting directions pretty easily, and there were enough citizens well-versed in the English language that getting directions wasn't difficult. "...this is yours? ALL of it?" Ralf was mostly glad he wasn't late. He wasn't the first to arrive, either, and waved to both Vonnie and Sakurako on approach. The sea air did make him a little nervous. Water wasn't HARMFUL, exactly, just a bit of a pain to deal with... but he was certain that at least his classmates seeing him in all his undisguised glory wasn't going to be too much of an issue. The whole point of this trip was to let his guard down, for once, and relax. And he was determined to do just that. "I only have one dietary request. I hope there's a lot of candy."

Tagging for Amorph!

Likely through the grapevine; Ralf tends to learn a lot--intentionally and not--by just listening to people. And he's not at all shy about asking about things.

I'm in if you'll have me with Amorph! He's not a huge fan of water but he won't drown!

Fixed it by dropping Ritualist from the feats. Thanks!

Alrighty. Drawback added in, and points have been readjusted accordingly. 0 PP left over (yay!). Thanks again to all for looking him over!

"What is it that you want?" In the quiet of the approaching night, hidden well away from prying eyes, Ralf considered the six words that had become something like homework for him. In the shortest of short terms, it was simple--candy. All of the candy. That was the easy answer; the material things were always easy. Somehow, he was supposed to come up with a complex answer, and he couldn't think of any desires besides what everyone else told him he should want. He sighed heavily, watching car after car pass on the street below. He wondered how his father would answer... Andrew Steiner knew, more than anyone, what the people who created Ralf actually wanted... what he actually was. He was created as a weapon. He was built, in a very literal sense, to be something destructive. Did that give him any right to want anything, really? He couldn't help but wonder, constantly, if he was a monster in the eyes of other people. And, monsters being bad and all, didn't really deserve anything, did they? Amorph stared at his four-fingered hand as he considered the question in earnest. "You are... unique," Andrew said, "It doesn't matter what THEY call you. What matters is what you respond to." For all his days in that cramped laboratory, Amorph found that he missed his time with Dr. Steiner the most. There really was no way he could be a 'monster' if he missed anyone this much. He wanted his family back. That was it. He'd never encountered anything else that he wanted more. Considering who was after both him and his father, though... it was a difficult goal to reach and he wasn't sure how to do it. He had to become stronger. That really was the long and short of it, and while training and studying was one method of doing so... there were others. Amorph spotted three men stroll into the shop. Dressed in black, they didn't seem particularly friendly, and after watching a few minutes of muted conversation, he understood why. His eyes narrowed a bit as one of the three knocked at table over, followed by Felix shoving an envelope into one of their hands. Ralf had seen this before. Who says TV isn't educational? He stood upright as the three men left the Holtzers to clean up the mess left behind after shaking them down. Amorph grabbed the edge of the roof and started to pull himself back... ...okay. While kicking their butts is fun and well-deserved... They'll just send somebody else. That's how these things work, right? He watched them pile into a dark blue sedan, nodding to no one in particular. Follow the money, I guess.

Ralf's watch said that he'd been roaming for at least two hours. It felt like longer than that. He really didn't mind, though. A break was in order and there was a small bistro still open that had come to expect the short, blonde-haired and green-eyed teenager to come walking in, buying more sweets than any responsible adult should allow any kid to have. He was sure that there was some elaborate chemical explanation for why he responded to sugar the way he did. He vaguely recalled someone attempting to explain it to him once. Nevertheless, Ralf preferred the simplest reasoning available--he liked it because it tasted amazing. He really didn't need any more than that, and the sweet German couple who ran it seemed to enjoy having him around. He learned plenty by talking to them. For one, he quickly realized that he felt somehow less self-conscious about himself when he was speaking German. It felt comfortable. Familiar. The world was already strange, but somehow listening to Felix and Carina Holtzer interact with one another made it seem less complicated. The hour he often spent there until closing was always enjoyable. Over the last few weeks, though, he sensed an odd tension. Perhaps it was the slower pace of his studies at Claremont during the summer that allowed him to focus more. He always did learn best by watching and listening to other people, and this was no exception. As night fell, Carina encouraged him to head home earlier and earlier. At first, he wondered if he wasn't welcome... The look in her eyes told a different story. He'd seen that look before. "I want you to stay here, Ralf. It's... it's for your own good. Don't worry; I'll be back as soon as it's safe for both of us. I promise." Andrew Steiner's eyes spoke volumes more loudly than his words ever could. Ralf could, at least, read that much from the man with whom he'd spent most of his life, short as it had been thus far. The look of concern for another's well being... it was hard to miss. Tonight, he was going to find out why.

Amorph: Stretch Goals Arcturus:

June 18, 2015 Summer vacation had started, and, while he had plenty to do catching up with his studies at Claremont, sleeping was proving to be difficult. It was a little jarring for his roommate at first. While Ralf was very open about the fact that he wasn’t human, he still didn’t like people seeing his natural form. There was a name for that feeling too—self-consciousness. He didn’t like it at all. It made him remember all the scientists who always stared at him, constantly poking and prodding him… He shivered just thinking about it. Ralf had taken to sneaking off campus at night to explore the city. Getting around unseen wasn’t difficult. Shooting across the rooftops was far different from practicing his unusual talents on campus. Well out of sight of the public and traffic below, Amorph fired his arm like a cannon, stretching it until he could wrap it around a nearby pole. From there, he let the pressure lapse, catapulting himself across the alley below and onto the next rooftop. At least, he thought, it isn't raining. He just outright didn't like water. Maintaining his form was much more difficult--not impossible, just more effort than simply staying out of the rain. Sometimes he had nightmares about drifting into a drain and encountering some sewer gator or something. There really was no telling what was down below the city streets... probably more water. The thought alone was kind of horrifying. Better to concentrate on the run--focus on what is, instead of what might be. The more often Ralf used his unique physiology, the more he understood himself—physically, anyway. His body went rigid as he landed, and he felt his shoulder tense up as his arm snapped back to its normal length. By then, he was on the move again, throwing his arms forward to grab on to the roof’s opposite edge as he ran and slingshotting himself across another alley. It was about as tiring as running, but he reveled in the freedom of movement as a whole. He did it to distract himself; of that much, Amorph could be sure. Part of him wondered where his father was, and if he would ever see Dr. Steiner again. Only time, he supposed, would tell.

I'd intended it to be while he's rearranging PP originally. If it's a drawback instead, that works too. I'm just not sure what the point value of it would be. EDIT: Yeah it's just while rearranging PP.

I'd be up for Amorph taking a trip to the zoo if you're willing to have him.

(Having been gone a while and having a massive amount of points to spend, an overhaul was necessary on the original. Same character just... rearranged/evolved/etc.) Character Name: Arcturus Power Level: 12/14 (215/219 PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent PP: 4 In Brief: Heir to the magical birthright of primal magic. Alternate Identities: Marcus Irons Identity: Public Birthplace: Chicago, IL, USA Occupation: College Student Affiliations: N/A Family: Richard Irons (Father, 50) Age: 22 (DoB: March 1994) Apparent Age: N/A Gender: Male Ethnicity: African-American Height: 6' (8'4" in Bear Form) Weight: 225 lbs. (475 lbs. in Bear Form) Eyes: Brown (Red in Bear Form) Hair: Black (Black Fur in Bear Form) Description: In his normal form, Marcus seems like a normal young man Tall and broad-shouldered, he's a bit on the heavy side, and looks like he was built for sports. His head is usually shaved bald, and his facial hair is trimmed into a nice, even goatee. Despite his size, Marcus is deceptively agile--he's no gymnast, but he's actually capable of more mobility than a tank. His brown eyes are often half-closed, and he always looks a little worn out--not that there's anything wrong with him. He simply looks disengaged from everything around him unless he's specifically focused on a person or a conversation. Most of Marcus's Beast Rune forms are humanoid with noticeable beast-like qualities; in his Tiger Form, for instance, his skin fades into a tawny, black-striped hide, and his head resembles that of a tiger from about the nose up, making it look more like a cowl than his actual flesh. His Bear Form, however, is a complete transformation. History: Marcus Irons lead somewhat of a sheltered life. Being an only child, he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in the company of at least one of his parents, and he never wanted for anything. That certainly wasn't to say that he was spoiled; Richard Irons was a gruff disciplinarian, almost military in his imposition of order on his only son. While both parents often had to go away on business from time to time, he more often than not spent that time with his father. Richard taught him all sorts of things--fishing, hunting, and even how to fight when he started getting bullied at school. His mother was a lot less heavy handed; she wouldn't let Marcus get away with just anything, of course, but she gave him considerably more freedom. It gave him plenty of chance to wonder why his parents had so many books on occult subjects, but he rarely acted on the impulse to read any of them. He had enough problems with just algebra. Marcus and his father had just come from celebrating his 15th birthday a few weeks early, watching a Blades game. He thought it would be an unforgettable night; the two of them stuck around the stadium and he managed to get Andre Leroux to sign his jersey. It was, in fact, a night he'd always remember, but not for the reasons that Marcus thought. They went home, and hours later he was awakened by the breaking of glass and a lot of yelling. Marcus arrived in the living room just in time to see a group of men tackle his father. Without thinking he rushed to try and help, leaping uselessly on one of their backs, only to get thrown off. The landing hurt, but something else in him snapped... Everyone was especially surprised when the 15 year-old boy came back at the SWAT-geared man, grabbing him by the collar with a clawed hand and slinging him across the room. The next few moments were a blur. The room flooded with more people and he remembered something giving him a nasty shock. He remembered his father's voice, sounding uncharacteristically desperate, and then... nothing. He woke up several days later in the hospital, with a strange man in his room, introducing himself as Duncan Summers. That was when he learned the truth--his parents were wanted supervillains. At first, he didn't believe it. His parents, as far as he knew, hadn't even had so much as a speeding ticket. Sure, his dad was over six and a half feet tall and intimidating as all hell, but imagining his father as a monster? No way. Seeing the evidence, however, was sobering. His father could transform, just as he had that night, only his form was... far less friendly on the eyes. He had a body count well into the triple digits, most before he was born. He wasn't sure he'd be able to cope with the reality that his father was even capable of the destruction of which he'd been accused. His mother's involvement was considerably more obscure. As the sorceress Runic, she had managed to suppress his father's transformation through the use of her knowledge and research on magical artifacts and symbols, allowing them to lead normal lives. She was wanted for hiding him, among other things... and Marcus was almost certain that it contributed to her not showing up when his father was carted off to jail. He wasn't stupid--he realized that his father never fought back, and that he'd plead guilty, skipping a trial entirely. Marcus wasn't sure what to do next... Summers provided him with an option. After graduating, Marcus spent a year and a half away from the United States. He doesn't talk much about what he did or where he went; there had been various sightings of him in Japan and Africa and everywhere in between. Eventually he returned to Freedom City, and is currently enrolled in Freedom City University. Personality & Motivation: Marcus is surprisingly mature for his age, often coming off as stand-offish, humorless, and far more serious than necessary. He's actually notoriously big-hearted and loyal to the people who actually earn his trust, and something of a pacifist at heart--contrary to the look and overall aggressive nature of the Beast Rune on his back. It's certainly not that he isn't capable; on the contrary, it's knowing that he could potentially lose control and seriously hurt someone that keeps him from doing anyone serious, crippling harm. Seeking largely to guard against the stigma of his parents' pasts, Marcus makes it a point to know as much as he can about both the magical and physical world and how they interact with one another. Powers and Tactics: Marcus is a brawler by nature, and his mastery of the Beast Rune often reflects the aggressive and combative nature that hides beneath his otherwise calm exterior. He tends to assess a situation as best he can with his heightened senses, but if push comes to shove, Marcus tends to push back. Complications: AAAAH! Bear!: Arctutus tends to give off an aura that screams 'predator'. As such, civilians have a tendency to panic when they see him outside of his natural form. Aspect of The Beast: Marcus is exceptionally aggressive and blunt in his hybrid forms, and finds it difficult to back out of a fight. Collateral Damage: When under the influence of the Beast Rune, Arcturus has an exceedingly difficult time gauging his own strength, potentially causing a notable amount of damage to his surroundings. Colorblind: In his hybrid forms, Arctutus can't really distinguish colors; everything looks grayscale. Abilities: 0 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 4 + 0 = 12PP Strength: 34/26/10 (+12/+8/+0) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 34/30/14 (+12/+10/+2) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 20 + 14 = 34PP Initiative: +5 Attack: +10 (+12 melee, +12 Bear Form) Grapple: +22, +37 Bear Form Defense: +10, +12 Bear Form Knockback: -5, -10 Bear Form Saving Throws: 0 + 7 + 6 = 13PP Toughness: +10, +12 Bear Form Fortitude: +10 (+0, +10 CON), +12 Bear Form (+0, +12 CON) Reflex: +8 (+7, +1 DEX) Will: +8 (+6, +2 WIS) Skills: 18PP = 72R Acrobatics 6 (+7, +15 Tiger Form)SM Craft [Artistic] 10 (+11)SM Concentration 10 (+12) Intimidate 11 (+11)SM Knowledge [Arcane Lore] 11 (+12)SM Knowledge [Earth Sciences] 3 (+4) Knowledge [Life Sciences] 3 (+4) Language (English [Native], Greek, Latin, Japanese, Russian) 5 Notice 4 (+6) Sense Motive 4 (+6) Stealth 6 (+7) Feats: 21PP Artificer Attack Focus (melee) 2 Dodge Focus 3 Fearless Fearsome Presence 3 Improved Grab Improved Grapple Improved Initiative Luck 2 Quick Change Second Chance (TOU vs. Unarmed) Ultimate Effort (TOU) Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Craft (Artistic), Intimidate, Knowledge (arcane lore) Takedown Attack 2 Powers: 62 + 56 = 118 PP Beast Rune Physiology (62PP Container [Free Action, Sustained Duration], PF: Innate) [61PP] (Beast Rune, Magic) [62PP] Strike 1 (PFs: Mighty, Affects Insub 1, Variable 1 [fire, ice, earth, thunder]) [4PP] Enhanced CON 16 [16PP] Enhanced STR 16 [16PP] Regeneration 9 (Bruised 3 [no action], Injured 6 [no action]) [9PP] Super Senses 11 (Acute Extended [2] Smell, Danger Sense [Olfactory], Extended [1] Hearing, Low-light vision, Tracking 2 [Smell]. Detect Magic [Smell]) [11PP] Super-Strength 2 (+10 STR carry) [4PP] AP: Leaping 4 (x25) [1PP] Shapeshift 7 [56PP] (Beast Rune, Magic) Bear Form (35PP) Enhanced Traits 3 (Dodge Focus 2, Attack Bonus 1, Defense Bonus 1) [6PP] Features 1 (Insulated fur: immunity to cold & sunburn) [1PP] Growth 4 (+8 STR, +4 CON, Large Size [-1 Attack, -1 Defense]) [12PP] Super-Strength 6 (+30 STR carry [+40 total]; PFs: Countering Punch, Groundstrike) [16PP] AP: Snare 12 (EX: Constricting, Flaws: Medium, Range [Touch], Requires Grapple) [1PP] AP: Blast 12 (Flaw: Limited [existing stone/earth]) (Terra Pugnum, Stone Fists, magic) [1PP] Tiger Form (35PP) Additional Limb 1 (Prehensile tail) [1PP] Elongation 2 (10 ft; Flaw: Limited [Prehensile Tail only]) [1PP] Enhanced Skill 2 (Acrobatics +8) [2PP] Enhanced Feat 7 (Catch Attack 2 [Melee weapons, Unarmed], Elusive Target, Evasion 1, Improved Critical 2 [Unarmed], Redirect) [7PP] Silence 1 (total concealment, normal hearing) [1PP] Speed 6 (500 mph; 4400 ft./rnd) [6PP] Super-Movement 5 (PFs: Slow Fall, Sure-Footed, Swinging, Wall-Crawling) Strike 1 + Nauseate 12 (Flaws: Sicken, Requires Grapple) (Subito Ventus, Violent Tornado Throw) (7PP) AP: Strike 2 (PFs: Mighty, Affects Insubstantial 1; EX: Penetrating, Autofire 1; Flaw: Tiring) (Saevus Tigris, Raging Tiger) [1PP] DC Block: Attack Range Save Effect Unarmed Touch DC23 TOU (Staged) Damage (variable) Unarmed (Bear) Touch DC27 TOU (Staged) Damage (Variable) Unarmed (Tiger) Touch DC23 TOU (Staged) Damage (Variable, Crit 18-20) Snare 12 Touch DC22 REF (Staged) Entangled/Bound Terra Pugnum 120 ft. DC27 TOU (Staged) Damage (Physical) Subito Ventus Touch DC22 FORT (Staged) Sicken, Damage (Physical) Saevus Tigris Touch DC25 TOU (Staged) Damage (Variable) Drawbacks: -1PP Shifting Distraction (loses dodge bonus while Shapeshifting; Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Minor) [-1PP] Abilities (12) + Combat (34) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (18) + Feats (21) + Powers (118) - Drawbacks (-1) = 215/219 Power Points

Ralf could certainly be considered 'new', but one wouldn't really know it from watching the young man walk around. He seemed to have acclimated to Claremont fairly well, and, so far, no one even seemed to catch wind of what he really was. It wasn't a question he could readily answer anyway, and it wasn't as if he was hiding it; after all, he knew for a fact that he wasn't the only non-human to grace Claremont's halls. It just didn't matter. The convenience of that was, all things considered, pretty amazing. Even though he'd only been at Claremont a short time, he was already starting to notice new faces popping up every now and again--and he wasn't at all shy about speaking to each and every person he came across. So when his aimless path brought him across three more faces he didn't immediately recognize, his gregarious nature almost required him to stop. "Oh, hey!" Ralf was careful as he spoke, modulating his voice a bit as he did. His natural tone sounded more like a person speaking underwater--not that he minded, but he'd been told that it was a little weird. He sauntered up to the lot of them with barely contained curiosity and an impossibly wide grin. "You guys are new here too, right?"

Now that I'm active again, Ralf/Amorph will be around.

"Space suit? Why would w-... oh. Oh..." Ralf blinked a few times and grinned embarrassedly. It often slipped his mind that he didn't really breathe. Now that he thought about it though, and how utterly different he was... it really was sort of depressing. He didn't ask any other questions, eyeing the monkey with plenty of curiosity to take his mind off of his existential angst. Gathering his things, Ralf simply chewed at his candy bar, still staring at the blue primate. He briefly pondered if he could change into something like that. Imitating and reading people was pretty easy; he'd been observing them his whole life, but animals... that was a challenge, and he could never quite get it right. Before he realized it, he was lost in thought and another, completely different candy bar was being worked on. The wrapper from the first had mysteriously vanished.