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March 7, 2015 WYRM's move to the DeWitt Building had gone well. The new suburban location put the kids in a safe, secure location where they wouldn't be tempted by anything unwholesome in the neighborhood. The nearest restaurant was the Subway across the street, next to the big medical complex, and they were a good twenty-minute walk from the nearest bus station (faster if you had superpowers, of course). The worst trouble they could get into was the tobacco store in the strip mall down at the very end of the street, right where Ashton became unincorporated territory. But the kids were well-supervised - and the old hippie who ran the place knew to keep an eye out for them. WYRM had stayed busy over the last few months, pitching in to help out during the Communion invasion and other crises around Freedom City, doing the subtle work that made sure many of the civilians around the city noticed them and their good efforts, even if they still weren't on the radar of most super-teams yet. "That's okay," the kids were always reassured, "we're doing this work to set the world up for great things - not to make ourselves famous." It was a little frustrating the more glory-minded among them, but they all knew they had bright futures ahead of them. On the morning of March 7, Rampart was out patrolling in the area when the special WYRM communicator they'd given her during her last happy visit chimed. Something was going on that required her special services.

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A Plateau in South America Friday, February 7, 2014 Giang Trang stood near the edge of a rocky plateau, looking out over a vast stretch of jungle down below. A few exotic birds could be seen flying up over the jungle canopy, and similar bird calls could be heard from the jungle trees up on the plateau as well. It was just over a year ago that the Asian teen had first stood here, waiting for Zandar, the jungle lord of the Lost World. The attractive Asian teen was dressed almost exactly as she had been during that last trip, in a dark blue cami top, over which she had a dark khaki long-sleeved shirt, which was currently unbuttoned and had the sleeves rolled up to just below her elbows in the humid jungle heat. She had on a pair of olive cargo shorts, and a pair of hiking boots, which had been brand new a year ago, but were now well worn, having gone through the Lost World once, as well as a trip to Africa. A backpack sat on the ground near one of her feet, filled with some changes of clothing and some other survival gear. Giang turned back to look at the others gathered on the plateau with her, her expression calm and serene. During the last trip, she had been the newcomer, having not even been at Claremont Academy a week. Now, the eighteen year old was the senior student for the trip, at least in terms of age and grade level. Samantha Vance was the next oldest of the group, and had actually been at Claremont longer than Giang. She was also the member of the group Giang knew best, but even then it was mainly through their mutual friendships with Mali, Cerys and Tona. The other three gathered students were some of the newest to Claremont, Cho Paige Lee, Juno Dempsey and Eugene King. While Giang had seen Juno and Gene around campus, Cho was the only one she really had had much in the way of interaction with before now. Of course, trips such as this made a good opportunity to learn more about her fellow students. "It should not be long before our guide arrives." She stated to break the silence.

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Earth ND - Freedom City, Some time ago... Some random café... "I tried to keep the visions away." The man says, while sitting in a coffee, his old hand tighly gripping his hot coffee cup. With a shaking hand, he raised it to his lips. A slurping noise soon followed, as he sloppily ingested the liquid. "I really tried." He said, in an old, broken voice, the voice of a weary old man who doesn't know what to do with life anymore. "Come on, dad." His daughter said, worried about him and rightfully so. "Just...just go tell the doctor, he'll get you some new medecine or something." She reached out to touch his hand but he backed away, with a look of fear in his eyes. With his hand still shaking, he placed the coffee cup back on the table, making a loud noise. "I'm not, crazy. I'm...not...crazy." He whispered. "It hapenned, I've seen it happen. I can see things, things I can't see with my old, sickly eyes. I can see worlds; I can see shining cities, I can see horrific abyss. I see them in my dream, clearly. Clearer than anything else." The old man said. He knew he sounded crazy, but also knew he wasn't crazy. Years ago he would have believed his own madness, but now the world has gone mad. The super men were real. Gods walked the earth. One old man with prophetic dream wasn't so strange, now was it? "It started, I don't know, probably more than a decade ago. I was at the hospital, you know, my cancer? All I wanted was to survive, so I could keep telling my grandchildren stories; that's all I wanted. And I got that, I got better but something changed in me, that day." He look at his daughter, who had an expression of unease on her face. "There's only one word that can apply to what hapenned to me, it's what they call it on TV, on Radio." He said, as his daughter shook her head in denial. The old man leaned in and said, in a hushed voice; "Breakout." She shook her head, in denial, with tears in her eyes. "No, d-dad, you're just sick! Go to a doctor!" He slammed his fists on the table, causing her to step up in shock and surprise. Her father had never shown any signs of violence, having been a peaceful man all his life; surely, his behavior were the sign of dementia and old age. "I'm not sick! I'm not crazy! I've had a vision! Something...something terrible is going to happen and I have to stop it!" "Even if you were right, what are you going to do about it? You...you don't have powers, right? I mean, not like them." the daughter said, trying to make an effort to listen to her old father, in the slim chance he was actually right. "You're right." The old man replied, taking another sip of his coffee. "I can't fly, I can't summon fire from my hands; all I can do is see things. Other places. The past, the future. Strange places. That's why...that's why I have to go there, look for answers." Only he knew what he was talking about; strange realms beyond the senses of ordinary people. "What place, dad? What...where?" "A world of fairy tales." The old man said, chuckling at his own insanity. Despite his diehard belief in how it was real, he still had those small moments of doubt. "I know, I know...it sound crazy, we've talked about crazyness before. The thing is, I've seen them in my dreams; beautiful, imaginary cities you can visit. Somewhere, in there, I'll find an answer. A way to stop the disaster that is coming." "If you can...um...see the future, then doesn't that make it impossible to change?" She then, mere moments later, realized she was actually buying into her father's senility. There was no way she could buy into this, yet here she was, believing him. Perhaps it was simply a matter of faith in him. He had always been sensible, why would he be crazy all of a sudden? "I've seen it happen before; sometimes, when I try to act I can change the outcome. Sometimes good, sometimes bad." He explained, trying to reassure her that his quest wouldn't be in vain. The old man stood up and placed the chair back where it belonged, leaving the half-finished coffee where it was. __ Later... An appartment in the North End... Sitting in his chair, the old man stared at the shot of whisky he was holding. He wasn't much of a heavy drinker, far from it. Just the occasional shot here and there, especially when seeing old friends but right now, he felt like he was going to need it as he prepared to do something he had never done before, tapping into his full powers as a paranormal. "I'm just an old man." he said to himself. "But who knows? I might find something to help me on the other side." The old man swallowed his shot of whisky. "Phew, well; time to feel like I'm a youngster again. Diving into the unknown, that should be something." Briefly he turned to look at the open TV, showing the image of a young Paranormal, who was making a name for herself using her powers, perhaps for good or perhaps for fame. Briefly, she shook hand with people in the crowd, before fist-bumping someone in particular in said crowd. Another teenager-young woman. Without exchanging a word, it seemed the two knew each others, but the old man didn't pay more attention to it as he had began to use his powers to 'open a path'. Around him, the appartment shifted, as if liquid. In fact, the walls appeared as if they were melting. Soon enough, they liquified. Rocks and plants began to grow on the walls and the floor and the ceilling morphed into a starry sky. "Amazing..." He said, with a sense of wonder he hadn't felt in decades. Step by step, the old man walked toward his destination, deep inside the Imageria... __ Earth-Prime - Freedom City, November 29 2014 North End Interdimensional kerfuffles were really not Cho's area of expertise, not by a long shot. Not that she really had an area of expertise; mostly she just punched stuff and that was all she needed when it came to fighting crime and evil. As it hapenned, she and Stronghold hapenned to be in the area when...something...was apparently summoned or appeared in the North End. Some eerie, supernatural beast, of ill-defined shape. "It's getting weak!" Cho shouted at Stronghold. "We can take it down together!"

Player Name: RobRX Character Name: Rampart Power Level: 8/9 (132/142PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage (Melee), +4 Attack / -4 Damage (Ranged), -2 Defense / +2 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 10 Progress To Silver Status: 37/60 In Brief: Terminus mutant tries to become a better paragon as she develop her powers. Alternate Identity: Cho Paige Lee Identity: Public (In the sense people know she has superpowers) Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont Academy, WYRM Family: Ken Lee (Father, Deceased), Wanda Benjamin, née Paige (Mother), John Benjamin (Stepfather), Naomi Benjamin (Half-sister) Description: Age: 16 (1997) Apparent Age: 16 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Asian/African-American Height: 6'4" Weight: 190 lb Eyes: Black Hair: Black Cho is a growing girl, perhaps more so due to her Terminus mutation. For her age, she is very tall and strongly built, her mutation having developped a small yet wiry athletic physique into a more noticeably large and powerful one. She’s still in her awkward teenage years and this growth spurt only make her feel more awkward. Due to the recent development of her imperviousness to harm, she’s had trouble cutting her hair and wears it short and messily cut. While Cho doesn't really have a secret identity (only using the name Rampart on the basis that it's 'tradition' to be called something), she does wear a costume. Due to her molecular manipulation being too poorly understood, the costume is materialized with a wrist-attached morphic molecule device, which exist solely to focus her powers in a narrow, pre-determined way as a mean to quickly change between her civilian clothes and costume. A mask can be made with the costume but is generally unused. Power Descriptions: Infused by Terminus energies, Cho has recently developed superhuman strength, endurance and invulnerability. These powers stem from her barely-understood ability to alter and control molecules. The power generally doesn't work on living organic matter with one exception; Cho's own body. It's from this power that her restructured body and physique come from. History: Cho’s mother survived the Terminus invasion. Nothing all that out of the ordinary by itself, plenty of people had. The specific details she doesn’t speak about, being quite shaken by the ordeal. However, the Terminus exposure had altered her mother and this was passed on to Cho (and to her sister, however no one currently knows this). After falling on hard times, Cho’s father moved to Southside. He was killed only two years later in a gang shoot out. Cho then lived out with her mother and later her stepfather. While he’s far from a bad man (and indeed helped Cho’s mother quite a lot), Cho and him have a very strained relationship. Mostly, she just doesn’t agree with him and resent the man for not being her father. Life was harsh and Cho’s flaring temper often got her in trouble with some dangerous people. This all came to a change last year, however. Cho began to experience excruciating pain nearly constantly and grew from small to outright towering and powerful, much to her delight as it only made her even better at sports she enjoyed so much and scared bullies away. However, deep down, she also felt scared and did not understand what was going on with her. Answers came when, in a fit of anger with a local jock bullying a smaller kid, she accidentally vaporized a chunk of the school’s wall in a blast of Terminus energy. Ever since that, her powers have only kept growing in more painful spurts and functioning as a normal teenager is getting harder. Since then, Cho has joined Claremont and had many adventures, learning what it is to be a hero. And sometimes even failling at it. Personality & Motivation: Cho is desperate to prove herself and that her powers can be used for the greater good. She has good intentions but has poor judgment in how to proceed. While just as hot-tempered as before, she has matured since her early days but her naivety still remain. Powers & Tactics: More confident and aware of her powers now, Cho has a better range of options in combat. Despite this, she remain quite reckless and prone to resort to the typical tactic of 'hit it until it stop moving'. When harming her target is not an option, she instead resort to using her better-understood ability to alter molecules to restrain her target or alter the battlefield as best as she can. Complications:. Growth Spurts: Cho is still prone to painful growth spurts, both physically and power-wise.Matters of Power: Cho's snare can't work if there is nothing around to warp into restraints.Patching the Family Life: Cho had a strained relationship with her family. While things are working out better now, there are still cracks here and there.Split Allegiance: Cho is torn between her Claremont 'team' and the WYRMTemper: She’s very passionate but this also has plenty of downsides, especially when you can cause a lot of damage.The Conqueror WYRM: She's affiliated with the WYRM (World Youth Rescue Movement), which has a dark secret...Vendetta: Cho is after a supervillain who harmed her stepfather.Abilities: 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 0 = 18PP Strength: 30/14 (+10/+2), 70/30/14 Lifting (Heavy Load: 200 tons / 1,600 lbs. / 175 lbs.) Dexterity 14 (+2) Constitution 30/14 (+10/+2) Intelligence 14 (+2) Wisdom 12 (+1) Charisma 10 (+0) Combat: 12 + 4 = 16PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +6, +12 Disintegrate Grapple: +16/+8, +24 Super-Strength Defense: +6 (+2 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed Knockback Resist: 9/1 Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 6 + 7 = 13PP Toughness: +10/+2 (+10/+2 CON) (Impervious 8/0) Fortitude: +10/+2 (+10/+2 CON, +0PP) Reflex: +8 (+2 DEX, +6PP) Will: +8 (+1 WIS, +7PP) Skills: 20R = 5PP Acrobatics 4 (+6) Diplomacy 4 (+4) Notice 6 (+7) Sense Motive 6 (+7) Feats: 14PP Accurate Attack Dodge Focus 4 Grapple Finesse Improved Grapple Interpose Luck 2 Power Attack Quick Change Takedown Attack Ultimate Save (Toughness) Powers: 16 + 16 + 19 + 7 + 9 + 7 = 74PP Enhanced Constitution 16 [16PP] Enhanced Strength 16 [16PP] Entropic Energy Control 8 (16PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 3) [19PP] Base Power: Super-Strength 8 (Lifting STR 70 [Heavy Load: 200 tons]) [16PP] Alternate Power: Disintegrate 4 (400ft Max Range, Flaws: Action [Full], Feats: Accurate 3 [+6 Attack], Improved Range 3 [1 400ft Range Increment], Drawbacks: Full Power, Lethal) [16PP] Alternate Power: Transform 3 (30ft, 5lbs, Broad to Broad, anything inorganic) [15PP] Alternate Power: Snare 8 (80ft) [16PP] Entropic Energy Boost 3 (6PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power) [7PP] Base Power: Leaping 6 (x100 [Running Long Jump: 2,000ft]) [6PP] Alternate Power: Speed 6 (500MPH / 5,000ft [1 mile] per Move Action) [6PP] Immunity 9 (Life Support) [9PP] Impervious Toughness 8 (Drawbacks: Power Loss [Daka Crystal]) [7PP] Drawbacks: (-1) + (-7) = -8PP Vulnerability (Daka Crystal, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Minor [+1 DC]) [-1PP] Weakness (Daka Crystal, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major [Cumulative -1 to all Abilities, 1/round) [-7PP] Abilities (18) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (5) + Feats (14) + Powers (74) - Drawbacks (8) = 132/142 Power Points DC Block: ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC25/17 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Disintegrate Ranged DC14 Fortitude (Staged) Drain Toughness DC19 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Energy) Snare Ranged DC 18 Reflex (Staged)

OOC of this thread: '?do=embed' frameborder='0' data-embedContent>> For simplicity's sake; "This is how the Earth-Prime Cho speak." and "This is how the Earth-Paragon Cho speak." There, color coded for convenience. I'd recommend some color coding to tell which version of our character is speaking, especially when inside the same post.

of Earth-Z-Disaster-V.I. Crusher of Anti-Earth ??? of Freedom's Reach

June 19, 2014 Waterfront, Freedom City The evening patrol for the three young heroes had gone well - very well indeed. They were all on the rooftop of a closed fish market, watching down below as a small group of gangsters smoked cigarettes, cursed, and waited for their rendezvous. Word on the street was that a big player, maybe even a Crime League member, was going to arrive on the docks tonight to meet with the triad leaders below to discuss an upcoming deal - that meant that a savvy trio of young crime fighters could potentially catch some big fish tonight. Of course, that assumed everyone was going to show up. It was a warm evening, at least by the standards of a New Jersey summer, with a warm breeze blowing in from the sea that made the air humid and slick against spandex uniforms. In their suits and ties below, the triad men didn't seem very happy either - one older man with a short white beard kept looking at his watch, while another with a shaved head was reassuring the others in a voice loud enough to carry up to the roof that "He'll be on time, don't worry, don't worry!", something that he seemed to find quite amusing. It wasn't a normal patrol, that was for sure; the air seemed pregnant with anticipation as dark clouds billowed in the eastern sky, as if a real storm was coming. Of course, if that happened their targets just might get back in their sports cars and head home.

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Monday, January 6th, 2014 10:34 AM Wharton State Forest It almost hadn't happened. The weatherman had called for unseasonably warm temperatures through the end of the year, and the people behind the festival had talked about how to keep the ice from melting. Then everything changed when the weather blew up cold and windy; the Freedom League rallied metahumans and were managing to keep the worst of the 'polar vortex' at bay, but it did mean ice and snow for Freedom City and the Winter Festival was on. As the King family van pulled into the well-plowed parking lot of Wharton State Park, Gene King tried to remind himself that all that was good news. He should be happy that the heroes were keeping snow and cold to a manageable level -- but part of him couldn't help but think that this was precious extended Christmas vacation time being taken away from video games.

GM Friday 23rd May, in the afternoon some time... The Subway, somewhere running North into the Centre of Freedom City... At this time, before rush hour, the subway train was only half full, if that. Who where the unfortunate souls to take that train, on that day, at that time? A stressed out businessman, with flecks of white hair, and a hoarse voice trying, fruitlessly to get his mobile to operate underground, and to wipe the sweat of his brow. A young mother and her baby boy, only a few years old, smiling as she plays peek-a-boo A smiling old man, white haired and dark skinned, tapping his foot to some half-hummed jazz tune. Two girls, giggling to themselves over some shared secret, who looked suspiciously like they were playing truant from the last part of school. An unkempt man, possibly a beggar, keeping his head down and mumbling to himself, restless, and disturbed. Maybe suffering with some disorder of the mind. And... "Hey speccy-spaccy! what ya doin' here? Cant get enough of ya head being flushed down the toilet, huh?" Ace was your jock, a tall, blonde, muscular guy with a cruel sneer and big jaw that somehow exuded an attraction, of sorts, to both guys and girls of his age. His wingman was only slightly shorter, and had that faint hint of insecurity, hanging onto the tails of the alpha male. And "Speccy-Spaccy"? James King, a guy whom the fates had not be kind to. Thick glasses, bad skin, and the mildest of cerebral palsy that made him clumsy. In another world, maybe James would be blessed with a phenomenal intelligence, but alas, James was an ok student, maybe even above average, but he was not a phenomena. "Luh---leave me alone---Ace----" said the damp haired James, fear gripping him in sweat and a tremor. "Leave him alone, he says...hahaha!" laughed Ace at his wingman. "Hey buddy, I can't do that, you are my friend!" he said, all evil grinning. And who else on that fateful day? None other than Cho Paige Lee and Georgia Montgomery!

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December 15th, 2013 Southside 5:30 PM It was a chilly late afternoon in Freedom City, and the shopping areas of Southside were picking up from all the people who had gotten out of work and needed to do some shopping. The sky was filled with the orange glow of twilight. The street lights were on, there was snow on the ground, and the air was cold. It felt and looked and sounded like Christmas was right around the corner. For some people, this was cause for celebration. For others, it was a sign of a miserable winter. Meanwhile, behind one of the shops, three robots stepped up to the wall of the building...

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