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ooc for this @Tarrakhash, @Torpedo Lass Just set up for now, feel free to add on with what you're up to.

GM 1:30 PM, March 7th, 2020 Emerald Skies Airshow, Joint Army/Air-Force Base Clark-Gordon, Cascadia The show had been coming for a while. The skies were clear and blue. Fighter jets roared across the sky, drawing colorful, emerald smoketrails behind them. The crowds cheered, the people of Emerald City was getting into the airshow. Even if the air was cool, the sun was warm. Mattus had sent Chromium to provide security. Since his arrival in Emerald City, he had spent time training at Clark-Gordon, learning to be better. Now, he was security. Just in case, Commander Irons had said. Nothing was going to happen, but it was good to get out there. See the people, see what he was fighting for. No need to be seen unless necessary, of course. A big shiny guy would stand out, but he could at least enjoy the show from the shadows. Nolan Aeronautics was here by invitation. In fact, they had asked for one Anne Mistral in particular. She was famous, after all. If anything, her presence would only draw larger crowds. While another jet soared across the sky, painting emerald circles with its smoke, the call went out that Levity was up next...

GM September 3rd, 2019 9:30 PM Greely Point 'Screwtop' Igglioni had disappeared. A week ago, he had simply stopped returning home. The Scarpias were mum on what had happened when his wife tried to find out. No one were to share anything. Couldn't look weak, after all. Behind the scenes, they were fighting an uphill battle. Screwtop Igglioni might have been an Igglioni, but he was one of the Scarpias now. If nothing else, someone disappearing him off the street could not stand. Rumor was that he had last been seen at Greely Point. But of course, Screwtop had someone other than the Scarpias and his wife that might be interested in finding him. A certain young would-be AEGIS agent, and part time car. And Chromium would have heard of his disappeared father, at least.

ooc for this. @Tarrakhash

16th Feb, 2019 Freedom City Coast GM Summer was not here, but the cool chill of winter was waning. The skies were less sombre, the trees less spartan. And, best of all, 'twas the weekend. A weekend to go driving one's motorcycle along the seafront. However cautiously or legally one was driving (or not) there was always one idiot on the roads. That was urban life for you. But Fascimile, driving his motorcycle most cautiously and legally (or not) was witness, this very day, this very afternoon to a most unusual type of idiot on the roads. Even by the extraordinarily high standards of Freedom City. Whipping past him, at a speed well beyong that which was legal, safe, or even sane, was another motorbike. And sat upon this motorbike was a lunatic dressed in chainmail armour, sword by his side, and holding a lance. "AN-AR-CHY! AN-AR-CHY!" he yelled as he terrorised pedestrians and motorists by the beach and by the buildings on the other side.

For this. Obviously, I won't be killing Dominic. But whether justice is served? Well that's up to you all. We'll see how it goes.

In the past year, three racing champions had been murdered by, of all things, an archer. The shots were, in a word, impossible. The female sailor racer had been killed at sea, with nothing around for miles. The male dogsled racer was found when his dogs dragged him and his sled back into town. There’d been a killing blizzard that had shut down travel to the miles wide region for over a week, and the locals swore up and down nobody else had set out on the trail. The third had been a female marathoner, struck down in the American Southwest while training. In the desert. With several witnesses who swore nobody else was around for miles. September 28, 2018. Freedom City. Just outside Ashton and Grenville. Horizon Festival Main Stage. 9 AM. There would be over a hundred different races held, in varying skill rankings. Anyone with a driver’s license and an automobile that could pass an inspection could enter at the lowest level. The highest, however, was reserved for those who had proven their superiority over the competition. At stake? Honor, pride, and a trainload of cash. The Horizon Festival had come to Freedom City, and it was a madhouse. It was a street rally racing event primarily, but you wouldn’t know it from the stages set up what seemed like all over town. There was going to be three dozen bands playing at one time or another the entire weekend. Vendors had set up in sight of what seemed like every stage. Mechanics Alley was also open to onlookers, even if only the pro cars had slots booked in it. Because oh, yes indeed. The world’s finest street rally racers had followed the Festival to Freedom. Dominic Cortez was the grudgingly acknowledged best street rally racer in the world. He wasn’t worried about anything today. He’d drive in the kickoff race, but only for a lap. Any real racing, for him, wouldn’t be until tomorrow afternoon. As the world’s #1, he was automatically entered into the S class, highest at the Festival. The people who were worried were his agent and mechanic, Darius Greer and sister Sofia. He only trusted blood to work on his wheels. After the last murder, racing champions had gone into seclusion across almost all of racing. They only poked their heads out for events, and even then under astonishingly heavy security. Dominic Cortez was the sole exception. Leaning against the door of his car, he watched the MC blather on. The man was charismatic and effective, Dom would give him that, but honestly? Dom just wanted to get on the track already.

Thanksgiving 2018 Nightingale's warehouse Nicci's place had advantages over Anna's - it was bigger, cleaner, and you didn't need to start generators to turn on the lights. It was a good place for Thanksgiving dinner, and so it was tonight. Anna was at the head of the table, her hair up and wearing the pseudo-Victorian dress Nicci liked, looking down at a table that seemed, well, not exactly like her family but was close enough for now. There was Esperanza on one side, her styled hair dyed a mix of red and black that matched her crimson shirt and black dress, Jason across the table, the two of them shooting each other looks like feuding siblings, and Nicci next to Anna herself. Anna had had big plans to make a Honduran Thanksgiving for her sidekick's benefit, but an irritated Esperanza had fired back that her mom had never bothered with that stuff anyway. So instead they had what could optimistically be described as an all-American Thanksgiving; roast turkey and cranberry from the can, stuffing from the box and mashed potatoes from same, and a sweet potato casserole Anna had picked up somewhere that had marshmellows cooked brown on top. Esperanza was eating and not saying much; which was about as good as it got. It was going to be a good day. Anna reached under the table and squeezed Nicci's hand, smiling at her. "Happy Thanksgiving, honey," she said softly. Maybe nothing here was on the menu for Nicci - but she was going to make sure Nicci ate well that night.

Fall 2018 A Sunday evening The secret headquarters of Lady Horus Wadjet had taken Anna's departure to go pick up Chromium as a good occasion to break down her gun and rework its parts, something Nicola knew by now meant the girl didn't want to talk. She usually didn't. She was near the skylight of Old Main, the glass open to allow for Lady Horus's return, the lunch Anna had picked up from Five Guys not quite cooling yet as it sat on a table she'd pushed out for the meeting. "So. You and the old lady," she looked up from her work at Nicola, who Anna had invited over to meet the new guy "and make sure he ain't got no bad intentions." Anna had gone all out for the troubled teen who was about to move in with them, clearing out a space opposite from where Anna and Esperanza's rooms were. "Good for her." Esperanza's hair had grown out a bit since Nicola had first met her, though it was still short enough that it didn't reach the nape of her neck. - Out by the dockyards, Chromium had been asked to wait for his "ride" to Anna and Esperanza's secret headquarters - so here he was, the Sunday evening crowd light enough that even he attracted relatively little notice.

Summer 2018 Hardwick Park From her rooftop perch, Wadjet watched the girls down below through binoculars, occasionally stopping to make notes in the notebook she'd started carrying. Los únicos que quedan son los que no fueron con Mouse, ¡estúpido! ¿Crees que a la Mara le importa una mierda que no corras? She was writing down names and faces now, the names of girls she'd grown up with, wondering when they were going to find themselves in the goddamned graveyard. Once she was sure she had all of them, she and Anna were going to pay them a little visit and get them to get the Hell out of town. This group of four, the oldest of which couldn't be more than sixteen, was eating pupusas and obviously working themselves up to steal the silver Porsche 911 that some dumbass whiteboy had left parked here in a corner of the neighborhood near Wolverton, where the cops usually didn't bother patrolling. She didn't really care about what property crime they were about to commit, but if she could catch them in the act, it might be a weapon to use to get them the hell out of this neighborhood - this neighborhood where dreams went to die.

Hey, first character is in the final bits of character approval and I want to see if there is anyone looking to GM/play with him and his lovely wife! The idea behind Black Mamba is, as summarized by Exaccus: "ultimately underneath all that bluster he was once a patriotic solider who wanted to help and do good. he fell off the path but the path was waiting when he got back" I have him ready to seek out the Freedom City Auxiliary and see what he can do to help the greater good. His wife (Minion) is his back up who fixes his armor and provides him a place to live when he's not trying to save the world. She also works on Medical cybernetics and is happy to help other people who earn her trust maintain/build their tech devices. So A couple of options is to either someone to introduce him the Auxiliary as a GM, an already approved Auxiliary PC who can guide him into being a hero and then possible tie ins with other PC's who interact with Akhona. I'm excited about both of them, so if people want to interact with just one or the other on the side in other threads and times...if that's even a thing, I'm happy to write! Because it's important, typically I can post 3-4 times a week.

Give me a Notice check, @Tarrakhash http://orokos.com/roll/639613 = 18 for Wadjet.

Chromium - PL 8 Power Level: 8 (123/124PP) Unspent Power Points: 1 Trade-Offs: -3 Attack / +3 Damage, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness In Brief: Mechaphage driver who infected Rev, and is now coming to terms with his new form Catchphrase: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Alternate Identity: Jason Igglioni Birthplace: Bedlam City Residence: Bedlam City Base of Operations: Occupation: Wanna be AEGIS Agent Affiliations: AEGIS, Igglioni Family survivors Family: Anthony 'Screwtop' Igglioni (Father, Igglioni Enforcer was absorbed into Scarpias) ; Rossalind Igglioni Description: Age: 20 (DoB: 2000) Apparent Age: 17 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Used to be Caucasian Height: 6ft Weight: 1080 lbs (Used to be 180) Eyes: Silver Hair: Seemingly bald, likely silver Chromium looks like he is made out of solid chrome, polished to a mirror finish. Every detail is perfect, down to his silver eyelashes and the ridges of his muscles. He stands about 6 feet tall but because he is made of metal he weighs considerably more. He often wears a trenchcoat, with a fedora or other clothing that will cover most of his body and hide his silver features from the public view. This is of course when he's not pretending to be a Porsche 911. History: Jason was born into the Igglioni family, except it was already part of the Scarpias at that time. Born into the Mafia meant he had a lot of privilege and a lot of wealth but not a whole lot of morals readily visible other than all the time he spent in the Catholic church. Wealthy and privileged he was not unaware of the work his father had to do to earn the place in society he had, or the schools he went to or the cars his father used to drive. As he grew older he wanted to be involved in the family business, and his mother, of course, wanted to keep him out so she tried to keep him busy with sports, and he fell for it becoming very involved in wrestling to were it looked like he was going to be getting a scholarship for a University, far away from his fathers business of course, only to have it all fall apart one fateful day. His father was part of a chain of couriers, normally a job for someone lower on the ranking, but they were transporting a very valuable substance a live culture of the Mechaphage a strange metal based cybernetic bacteria (that was itself mutated by the Darwin-X virus) that integrated biological and mechanical components and it was all supposed to be very secret, so secret that Tony didn't even do more than stop at home, leaving his car running while he got out and spoke to his wife. Jason, figuring it wouldn't hurt, hoped in the Porsche 911and drove it down the long road of the estate, but much to his consternation he slid on the road and crashed the car. Releasing the Mechaphage and bonding him to the Porsche and beginning his transformation. Moments later he awoke and, not really knowing what happened, tried to run away only realizing once he was on the highway and headed to Freedom City that he was the car....he almost caused several accidents at that point. He hid in Freedom City, trapped in the body of a Porsche for about 4 days. Then he started to drive around, he didn't have much else to do and then started to race people. Eventually bumping into Lexa Venn, soon to be Rev, they raced, she cheated and they crashed. Infecting her with the Mechaphage and getting him picked up by AEGIS. AEGIS, while many things, was not unsympathetic once he told the story. They did inform him there was a bounty on his head, his dad had assumed he had stolen the car and the cargo and the higher ups had done the rest. They also informed him they could help him get out of the car....sort of. A year later, many, many tests and hours of attempts and he was able to transform into his current form, a dense metal being. The charmers of AEGIS managed to convince him to stay with him to get his powers under control, and after ripping a door off of the hinges he agreed. So began his training, and tutoring under the eyes of AEGIS..they a very large file on Chromium, his assumed name but when he displayed an interest in becoming an AEGIS agent they were less than thrilled, after all he was just turning 18 and he was a superhuman. They wanted him to go to the Academy in Freedom City and he wanted nothing to do with it. In the end he managed to get away, his powers growing to the point where it was hard to keep him pinned, he headed to Bedlam, and watched by AEGIS from afar started looking for someone to teach him the skills he needed to become an AEGIS agent. Personality & Motivation: Jason is young, lonely yet not afraid. If anything he feels he is almost invulnerable because of the changes the bacteria has made to his body, but it tends to him taking unnecessary risks. AEGIS has trained him in their equivalent of High School but wanted him to go out and do his own things at Claremont Academy he wanted to make a difference right away. So now he is in Bedlam, being stubborn, and trying to learn more about fighting Crime and the bad guys that are in his hometown..a never ending task. Powers & Tactics: Chromium's fighting style is dictated by how the Macrophage Bacteria has changed him, his dense body and metallic outside means he can take most blows without flinching, he typically drives into battle and once he is in punching distance transforms into his metallic humanoid form. Either he uses Shockwave and Groundstrike to disable any minions or crowds that are trying to stop him before shaping his hands into blades, hammers or other weapons crackling with Energy to take care of any harder to crack targets. Doors, walls and other obstacles seldom slow him as if he can flow around them he can simply smash them apart. His biggest weakness is his lack of skill and knowledges that would allow a more experienced hero the foresight to prepare for different obstacles or possibly withdraw in the light of heavy odds...being a teenager and nearly invulnerable is not a good combination. Power Descriptions: Go be a Porsche: Jason has the ability to morph into the Porsche he initially bonded with, there is more than a little yellowish energy crackling over him till he is transformed completly but once he is then he looks just like a 911S Porsche although he performs a little better than your typical 911s and his windows are heavily tinted, hiding the fact that there is no driver. When he heals, or eats matter that is harder than what normal humans would eat, there is more of the yellow crackling energy around the wounds, or his teeth, as it works to heal him or tear apart the matter into it's constituent parts to add to his mass. He is constantly adding bulk which is compacted into his dense structure, not getting any larger than he was as a human but becoming more and more dense. There is more crackling energy when he transforms into his liquid state, and it covers the weapons he forms out of his hands disrupting matter they touch and giving him the ability to slice through most things he could chew through. Complications: Ring a ring a rosy: Although the Macrophage Bacteria seems to be very busy converting his body to cybernetic metal capable of amazing things, he is still contagious, although it requires much closer contact than he typically involves himself in it is possible he could create more problems for himself by exposing the People of Bedlam to him. This causes problems with those in the know, health officials who find out about it and of course AEGIS is watching him...speaking of which. AEGIS, Big brother is watching!: While he may have intimate knowledge of AEGIS they know much, much more about him. They are watching all the time, which means those he associates with are also under their scrutiny. There is a possibility that he could still be whisked off to Claremont at a moments notice or if he trips the right triggers he could have an AEGIS team striking in to neutralize and contain...if they can. Teenagers eat everything!: Jason is a teenager and needs a lot as he grows, more importantly the macrophage allows him to eat literally anything, tires, metal, garbage and more importantly plot hooks, important keys, documents etc. He has the unconcious habit of putting things in his mouth and simply chewing them, great when it's just trash not so great when it's the tool you need to defuse the bomb or the key to closing the terminus portal. The young and the reckless: Jason is 18, and prone to lapses in judgement, speeding when he shouldn't. Talking back when he really might be better off being quiet, punching that annoying dude who is looking for him when he should be hiding. And if that pretty girl is in trouble...no way he's sticking back. Everyone is out to get me: Being trained by AEGIS Jason has a suitable amount of paranoia, he tends to see things when they aren't there, particularly growing up in Bedlam he knows what it is like with all the crime etc. He tends to jump at shadows, sit with his back against a wall and generally have issues trusting anyone he hasn't known for awhile constantly questioning their motives. He ain't heavy he's my brother: Jason is heavy, 1080 lbs right now, and is only going to continue to increase in mass. He makes floorboards squeak and is in real danger of falling through rotten or weak flooring. As he grows this problem will only get worse. He breaks ordinary chairs, smashes tables and typically has a hard time with regular furniture having to sleep on the floor most of the time as things are just not built to hold his weight in such a 'small' area. Metal, magnets, electricity etc: Jason is made of metal, this causes all sorts of problems not least of with metal detectors, magnets and people who can control magnetic fields. He can be moved, his shape changed, even his color with the right powers. He reacts strangly to EMP and electricity too. EMP shuts down his shaping abilities and electricity makes him hyper, hungry and messes with his stability making it hard for him to hide in the streets of Bedlam if he's charged by electricity somehow. ABILITIES: 0 + 4 + 10 + 4 + 6 + 0 = 24PP Strength: 10/26/32 (+0/+8/+11) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 10 (+0) COMBAT: 8 + 8 = 16 PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +5 Base Defense: +3 (+3 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +15/+20 Knockback: -6/-9 SAVING THROWS: 1 + 4 + 3 = 8 PP Toughness: +13 (+5 Con, +4 Impervious Toughness [from Density], +4 Impervious Protection) Fortitude: +7 (+5 Con, +2) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +7 (+3 Wis, +4) SKILLS: 40R = 10PP Computers 2 (+4) Craft (Mechanical) 2 (+4) Craft (Electronic) 2 (+4) Diplomacy 3 (+3) Drive 4 (+6) Gather Information 4 (+4) Intimidate 4 (+4) Knowledge (Civics) 2 (+4) Knowledge (Current Events) 2 (+4) Knowledge (Streetwise) 2 (+4) Knowledge (Technology 4 (+6) Notice 4 (+7) Search 5 (+7) FEATS: 5 PP Accurate Attack Chokehold Improved Grab Improved Pin Power Attack Enhanced Feats Improvised Tools POWERS: 25 + 1 + 9 + 15 + 7 = 57 PP Descriptors Mutant Density 8 (Made of Cybernetic Metal; Extras: Continous; Flaws: Permanent; Feats: Innate) [25PP] [Strength +16; Impervious Toughness 4; Immovable 2; Super Strength 2; Weight x8 [1440lb]) Enhanced Feats 1 (Improvised Tools) [1PP] Immunities 9 (Metal body; Life Support) [9 PP] Metallic Cybernetics 6 (12 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 5; Drawbacks: Power Loss (EMP) -2) [15 PP] BE: Enhanced Traits ('I am Metal';Enhanced Strength 6; Super Strength 2 (Feats: Groundstrike, Shockwave) 12 PP AP: Strike 3 ('Shaped Weapons'; Extras: Penetrating 7; Feats: Variable (Any Physical), Mighty) 12 PP AP: Matter Eater 7 ('Gaining Mass'; 5+7 ranks) 12 PP AP: Insubstantial 1 ('Big Silver Puddle';Extras: Continuous); Super Movement (Slithering; Wall-Crawling 2) 12PP AP: Healing 5 ('My Mass just spreads a little more' ;Extras: Total; Flaws: Self Only; Feats: Persistent, Regrowth) 12PP AP: Alternate Form (Car): Speed 5; Growth 7 (' Porsche's new self driving car'; Flaws: Dispersal, Drawbacks: Fullpower Only); Super Sense (Radio) -1 Combat Modifier 12PP Protection 4 (Chrome Skin; Extras: Impervious 4; Drawback: Noticeable) [7 PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 17 Toughness Damage 'I am Metal' Active Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage 'Shaped Weapons' Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage + Penetrating 7 'Groundstrike' 100' burst DC 20 Reflex Trip -1 DC/10' out from center 'Shockwave' 100' cone DC 20 Reflex Damage TOTALS: Abilities (24) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (8) + Skills (10) + Feats (5) + Powers (57) - Drawbacks (0) = 123/124 Power Points