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January 2, 2018 North Hanover January 2 - the last day of vacation for the students of Claremont Academy. It's a good day to wrap things up, and indeed between one thing and another, all of Phae and Cathy's friends are busy tonight. That's okay, it means more time for them. After duty is finished. Auld Reekie has been one of Scotland's most notorious supervillains since before Cathy was born, and no wonder! With his armored, ornately-carved body, he looks a bit like a steampunk robot - though he claims to be the spirit of a demon of pollution bound inside a golem crafted from cold iron. He's notorious in Scotland for attacking windfarms, recycling centers, and other places and peoples trying to pull Scotland into a green, clean 21st century. And as of last report (via friends in the Vanguard who'd rather talk to a Scottish superheroine than an American team), he's recently arrived in Freedom City from Edinburgh, and is holed up in a warehouse somewhere in North Hanover near the Jameson Airport. He's a notorious criminal (albeit not violent enough to be a major priority for the Freedom League) and bringing him in would be a fine feather in the cap of Frostbyte. The warehouses here are new and clean - though rather dull. As far as Frostbyte and Ardent can tell from their rooftop perch, it's all low steel and brick warehouses from here to the chainlink fence that marks the edges of the airport proper. Luckily it's cold enough and dark enough that nobody seems to be trying to spot them above the brightly glowing yellow streetlights here. And one of them has her own means of finding demons.

Beneath Claremont Academy 8:42 AM July 10, 2017 By design the impervium cell was nearly empty. The front wall was transparent due to a process that Winifred would have usually been much more interested to learn about and the cube was large enough to pace about comfortably but the only furniture was a smooth bench large enough to also serve as a bed, constructed from the same material as the walls. There was a television set outside the transparent wall, featuring rather clever motion controls so as to forego the need of a remote control but the young alchemist didn't want it even for the white noise just then. Instead she sat on the bench beside the pillow she'd brought with her, wearing the oversized flannel shirt she'd adopted as sleepwear. She hugged her legs against her chest and pressed her face into her knees, letting out a long, weary sigh as she continued silently reciting the elements.

January 13, 2017 3:45 PM Even in a city that catered to as many esoteric subcultures as Freedom there were only so many places a teenager might go to improve their skills with medieval weaponry. With the faculty of Claremont Academy in something of a restructuring period - and portions of the student body's faith in the combat training there having suffered somewhat - Cathy Clouston had suggested the next best thing to her girlfriend: a privately run dojo in the city's West End that had been introduced to her by her roommate. Said roommate had continued to receiving mentoring of her own there, albeit in the form of classes not openly available to the public at large. There were certain skills painfully absent from a young lady's usual education these days: picking locks while hanging upside down, disarming an attacker while wearing heels, disarming an attacker with a pair of heels...

Claremont Academy Dormitories April 15, 2017 Winifred still wasn't used to the literal weight taken off of her shoulders be her recent haircut but after putting it off for so long there was a certain visceral satisfaction in having had the nearly waist length hair cut back to a tidy pixie cut with razor sharp lines that kept it off of her ears and neck. It had already proven to be more practical in the lab and if she were to allow herself a moment of vanity the displaced Victorian might have gone so far as to say that it combined with the collar of her slate grey dress shirt to make her neck and jawline look fantastic. A scientist had to acknowledge empirical fact after all. Shifting the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder, she strode down the dormitory hallway with her shoulders squared and her chin tilted slightly upward. It had taken almost half a year of trials and tweaking but the grin threatening to break through her composure came from the feeling of a craftsperson preparing to showcase their efforts. She counted slowly backward from one hundred as she rounded the corner; she wasn't in a position to let excitement or nerves get the better of her. Reaching the door to the room shared by Clouston and Sanderson she gave it a distinctive trio of sharp raps.

Skaw, Unst, The Ice Maiden December 30, 3:00 PM With nowhere to go for the holidays Phaedra visited with Cathy and her family in the Shetlands. The visit wasn't unpleasant, time spent with Cathy was never unpleasant for the young half-angel, but it did leave her questioning her place in the world. Now she was sitting by herself in a pub halfway around the world, gazing down into her untouched drink and hoping her uncle--of sorts--got her message. And until--or if--he showed up Ms. Morningstar was left alone with her thoughts, in the dead of winter, halfway around the world she doesn't belong in.

Friday, August 26th, 2016 Aaron Cage Gymnasium, Claremont Academy, Bayview 8:03 PM The Kick-Off Dance was the first major event of any school year at Claremont Academy. Traditionally it was held on the Friday before the start of the year the next Monday. It was no different this year, and people had flocked to the gym, much to the delight of various students who had spent many hours during their summer break to organize it. Banners were hung alongside the wall. Somebody had actually brought a disco-ball. Along a table on the wall various bowls of punch had been set up, and bar tables with peanuts and chips on them stood scattered around the gym and just outside of it. A stage had been set up too, elevated just slightly, a DJ table slightly off to one side, with the rest of the stage for people that wanted to dance where everyone could see them, or some pre-dance entertainment. A smoke machine was not needed, the DJ, a now-senior student, provided the smoke with his powers. Outside, the sun began to set, while inside the lights had been dimmed, spotlights towards the stage. The entertainment phase had just ended, and the dance was about to start. A new arrival , taller and more muscular than most students, had just left the stage after a short vocal performance, the DJ was currently giving a few final words before switching to music for the rest of the evening. “Okay people, that was Hau Ta … Tayou … just Hau! He’s still looking for bandmates everybody, go talk to him if you’re interested! And now, a short break while somebody fetches a cup of punch for me, they’re free after all, and then it’s gonna be music the rest of the night. I’ve got some good songs planned, so don’t leave anytime soon!”

Friday April 22, 2016 It's an ordinary Friday afternoon - if you count news of a terrorist attack on Ocean Heights Amusement Park as ordinary. No one on the police scanner is entirely sure what's going on - there are reports of multiple officers down, some sort of massacre, "blood, blood everywhere," but whatever it is, it's very bad! If Nina was honest with herself, the main reason she was at mosque today was because she was in costume. The little Kingston storefront mosque wasn't the sort of place she'd go to worship even if she was feeling so inclined - too humble and unadorned, with the sort of simplicity that bespoke the sort of temporal poverty she still wasn't accustomed to. But speaking to the handful of young women at the mosque, most of them black Americans, well, that was a satisfying experience for the princess of Socotra. "From Nusayba to Queen Arwa, women have led, women have ruled, women of the Faith have fought from the very beginning. Never let anyone tell you you cannot be what you are because you are a Muslim." She looked around and struck one hand against another, her voice rising. "And never let anyone tell you that you can only ever be a Muslim - our faith is a finger on the hand that we raise to fight against injustice." When her police beeper went off, she reluctantly made her excuses, leaving behind her card before she headed outside to don her shoes and gather up her sword. Looking back as the glass door closed behind her, she waved to the excited young women inside, many of whom were taking pictures on their phones, before she began leaping from rooftop to rooftop, propelling herself towards the Amusement Park that was evidently the scene of some serious crisis.

Go ahead and get initiative up!

Outside the Main School Building, Claremont Academy Morning, 5th March 2016 In the cold overcast light of another day a little group of students reluctantly gathered outside the building waiting for a teacher to arrive to deliver there punishment for the morning. For these were students who it was thought a simple detention wasn’t enough, they needed to learn to get on with each other. Each group would get a little patch of ground to clear of trash and hopefully learn to work together. The teacher for the day was a relatively new who whenever seen was always impeccably dressed in a suit her hair tied up into a bun, rumors swirled if she was a super or now as she hadn’t displayed any hint of obviously powers. One by one she assigned each couple their assignment, in her soft local accent, and handed out the equipment to gather the few trash. “And finally we have Ms Morningstar and Ms Clouston.”

20 Questions 1. Where is your hero from? Skaw a little village on Unst Island in the Shetland Isles 2. How would your hero physically describe him/herself? Is this different from how others would? I should say so with my incredibly pale albino skin and violet eyes. It’s a look that you can’t help but standing out with. 3. Does your hero have distinguishing speech characteristics or recurring mannerisms? Some have complained that I have a very thick Scottish accent, though I don’t see it myself. 4. What is your hero's motivation? I want to try and help people as much as I can, especially with the unique gifts I’ve been given. 5. What are your hero's greatest strengths and weaknesses? I like to think I’m pretty flexible when trying to solves problems, though I’m sometime hampered by my inability to feel the cold around me. 6. What does your hero love? What does your hero hate? I really miss sometime the stark beauty of my home. 7. How would you describe your character's mental and emotional state? Despite everything that’s happened I like to think I’m pretty well balanced. 8. What does your hero fear the most? That I’ll never feel any warmth, both physically and emotionally, just the numbing cold. 9. What is your character's greatest ambition? 10. How does your hero feel about the state of the world and his/her place in it? So far I think I’ve done some good for those where I lived, not I’m learning how best help many more people. 11. Does your hero have any prejudices? How does he/she get along with others? I like to think I treat everyone equality. 12. Where do your heroes loyalties lie? In what order? I’m loyal to where I live and the people I call friends, I’m not sure i could choose between them. 13. Does your hero have a lover or partner? How do they feel about the hero now? It’s still early day but I think I’ve finally found someone to love. 14. Does your hero have a family? What is the relationship there like? 15. How would the people closest to your hero describe him or her? Cold. No not that kind of cold, in fact quite the opposite, I just extrude an aura of coldness. 16. Is your hero a role model? Back home I was the only hero that the Shetland’s had, so I tried to be the best hero I could. 17. How spiritual is your hero? Does your hero follow a religious tradition? I go to church fairly often but I wouldn’t say I’m overly religious. 18. Is your hero part of a team, or would he/she like to be? Why? There’s a bunch of friends I spend a lot of time around, I’m not sure we count as a team just yet. 19. How does your hero feel about the place of metahumans and aliens on Earth? Isn’t it amazing all these wonderful people in the world. And I get to be part of it all! 20. If you could give one piece of advice to your hero, what would it be? Chill kid you going to be alright!

Date: January 25, 2016 It wasn't until after winter break that Raina could round up a small cluster of fellow students to come along to extra curricular training. On the bright side, it meant she'd had several weeks of one on one classes to be confident with both the workings of the school and the general format of the training. Always nice to be the expert in the group, after all. With a large enough group, Claremont sent the teenagers to their extra credit activity in one of the few vans for such purposes rather than letting the students make their own way. The unmarked school van pulled up to let the students unload directly in front of a well kept building in the middle of the West End. A sign proclaimed 'The Espadas School of Self-Defense and Swordsmanship!' (Exclamation mark included), and through the front doors was a small lobby and receptionist desk before the dojo itself. As they had forewarning that there was going to be more than just the one student, Talya had come down early to straighten things in the lobby and keep an eye out just in case the school van had trouble finding a good drop off point. Rather than standing behind the desk, the attractive blonde was perched on top of it, seated on the surface as she sorted through papers. Lately, Talya had taken to wearing a loose cut tanktop over her formfitting practice wear and today was no different. As the students disembarked she shifted the paperwork to one side to welcome the knot of teenagers. "Come on in and pick a cubby for your shoes and anything else you want to put away," Talya invited in a clipped, British accent. She flashed Raina a smile as the young woman stepped in, "Hullo, Raina." She added before raising her voice slightly, "Erik, the students are here."

January 22, 2016 Claremont Academy In a clutch of trees near the athletics field, Woodsman was making notes. "All right, there's 'least two in th' buildin's," said Riley, pointing with his whittled-down golf pencil at the nearby campus structures. "And there's this one," he added, pointing towards the spot where they'd been told to wait for "special training." That meant the Doom Room - that meant more simulations. Thinking about the Doom Room made him remember the arrow in Dr. Metropolis' eye and the scorn of his peers that had followed, so he was spending his time thinking about more productive things. "There's gotta be at least one that leads off-campus," he said thoughtfully, chewing on one end of the pencil. "Down by the bay, when they go fishin'." He looked over at their "guest instructor" for today - the slim, brown-haired woman in the red tracksuit who had introduced herself as "Sam Capote" - and who he had recognized as the Claremont alum Relentless. "We goin' fishin?" "Easy there, soldier," she told him, giving the words more weight than other teachers at the school might have. "Everybody will be briefed at the same time." "Just tryin' to stay productiv," said Riley, standing up and adjusting the crossbow that hung across his back. Slipping into his poncho and standing beneath the trees, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive, was a taste of home - but home had never been so bright, so clean, or so safe. He scratched his fingers against his chin, wondering not for the first time if that was stubble he felt there. How could he tell his teacher that he was tracking the paths used by the cannibal degenerates that lived in the Claremont Academy of his own reality? "Didn't think I was _this_ early."

Robin waited until Fred was out at the lab as she didn't want to worry her roommate with the implicit rulebreaking that was about to occur. Briefly, she felt guilty for leaving Fred behind but the young woman was still adjusting to life in this century and Robin thought that taking her to what was sure to be a rather sketchy - and probably illegal - venue was not likely to help matters. She paused to leave Fred a brief and uninformative note before she headed for the door on quiet feet. Robin fished the tattered flyer out from her pocket - having snagged it during the last weekend in the Fens and began picking her way through the hallways towards Raina and Cathy's room. Glancing up and down the hall to make certain there were no lingering RA's, she knocked on the door. "Hey, we should go if we want to make it. Also before anyone catches us heading off campus." As this was so very not a sanctioned field trip.

Location: Claremont currently, later ???? Date: 9/21/15 In addition to the school's regular curriculum of classes taught by the stable of professors, there were the occasional guest lectures that were, perhaps, more akin to a college than a traditional high school. Of course, no one had ever accused Claremont of being a traditional school ever. Typically, from what the upperclassmen said, the guest lectures were for the one-off classes that the headmistress could rope active heroes into 'giving back' to the school. They were typically optional, although the staff wasn't above exerting pressure when they felt the topic was necessary for one of their students in particular. The blurb for this one had read: An afternoon lecture in magic and the greater worlds beyond. Most people will never end up trapped in an entirely different dimension but it happens to super heroes far more often than one might think. For those who signed up, they had a pass on their typical afternoon classes to attend the guest lecture right after lunch. School gossip whispered that the elusive Eldritch might have been tapped to make a rare appearance. As the students headed towards it, post lunch, it was in a small classroom located far from most of the currently active classrooms. Likely, because, magic was more of an art than a science and the headmistress was hoping any incidents would be contained in a more manageable locale. Encouraging! The room itself was small, currently empty, with a loosely arrayed ring of desks in no particular arrangement. The lights were off when the first student arrived.

September 1, 2015 10:00 AM The first day of class was a day or two away, but the faculty always managed to give the students enough time to settle in. In a cruel move of mother nature it was unfairly hot. Humid. It was like nature was taunting the soon to be slaving over a desk students of Claremont. Even with availiable pools and air conditioning, the weather would keep a student in a summer mindset. Sakurako wasn't one to complain. She hovered over the Academy testing out a new bouy system. The bouy itself floated in the larger pool, sending back info on the water, any vibrations, etcetra, while Sakurako was tethered to a balloon as she experimented with transmitting wi-fi across the campus. She wanted to make sure the system would work when she did her extension courses with a local Oceanographic organization. From her vantage-point, her red and white balloon stood out, although with Sakurako's recently wreckless streak in science and engineering was expected, and she usually had enough fail-safes to prevent property damage. Which would be needed today. *PAFF... TSSSSHHHHhhhhhh* She looked up and saw one of the struts to the light frame of the wifi-transmitter punctured and tore into the balloon. Her weight would not help matters for everything to make a safe landing. Extra internal airbags aside, she would need to remove herself and quickly. Grumbling she pulls a toggle and cuts away from the damaged balloon and in moments is under a parachute as she drifts towards the front of the school. Seeing her balloon was going to land into a empty athletic yard harmlessly near the school, she breathed a sigh as she landed herself. What she didn't realize is the first shipment of new students were showing up at the front drive, just as she was unceremoniously poking her head out from under her parachute. "Ohhhhh boy. Some first impression this'll make."

Something had been playing on Cathy’s mind all day, well several things sometime it felt like all the things. Life in the big city was certainly a confusing mess for a girl from a tiny village from Scotland. For most people this wouldn’t cause much problem, just a quiet little girl with a wide eyed looked at everything, but when Cathy was nervous she lowered the temperature around her making it pretty obvious to anyone around her. She’d managed to keep herself busy for a while sat on her bed doing her school work in her carefully neat handwriting, she wasn’t the smartest in a school with literary geniuses but she was diligent in keeping up with her school work. Finally she could bare it no longer and worked up the courage to say something. “Erm Raina you okay there?” it wasn’t the smoothest of opening lines.

Freedom City Historical Museum September 7, 2015 It had been nearly a full week since most of the new students had moved into their dormitory rooms at Claremont Academy but to say the acclimation process had been going smoothly might have been a bit misleading. Fortunately enough the school's headmistress was known for her impressive foresight and instead of their normal classes the sophomore students of the girl's dormitory were ushered onto a bus and carted off for what was as much a team building exercise as a field trip. As roommates Raina and Cathy had already been partnered up in the 'buddy system' as had been outlined by the students' chaperone in an explanation that had been as cheerful as it was unnecessary. As the girls were assigned to groups for the day Robin and Hannah joined the familiar faces from their first day, the latter being given a sheet of questions about various exhibits that the quartet were to find answers for by the time they had to leave. With a friendly - if slightly condescending in Raina's opinion - reminder to keep a low profile so far as metahuman powers went they were left to their own devices by the sprawling scale model of Freedom City, circa the early 1900s.

The OOC! A perfectly orderly trip to the Historical Museum where nothing noteworthy will happen, clearly.

Frostbyte Player Name: Tiffany Korta Power Level: 11/12 (162/196PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 34 In Brief: A big hero in her tiny community she suddenly finds herself a little fish in a very big pond. Residence: Claremont's Dorms Catchphrase: "Is it me or is it cold in here?" Alternate Identity: Cathy Clouston Identity: Secret Birthplace: Shetland, Scotland, UK Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont Academy Family: Lara Clouston (Mother), Mikael Clouston (Father) Description: Age: 16 (DoB: 1999) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Scottish Height: 5'8" Weight: 160 lbs Eyes: Violet Hair: White Even in normal circumstances, Cathy could never pass a completely normal, her skin and hair are of an incredible pale white colour. Only her eyes stand out by being a rather vivid violet colour. To most people, it would appear that she suffers from albinism, though unlike those that suffer from that unfortunate condition she isn't overly harmed by sunlight. She tends to dress rather sensibly with many layers of practical clothing with a dazzling array of chunky knitted jumpers and her signature (fake) fur-lined parka, even during the hottest of days. At will, she can transform her flesh and hair into solid ice that appears to have all the qualities of ice as well as being resistant more resistant to harm. Any clothes she's wearing aren't affected, though they do form a thin layer of frost over them. She doesn't currently have a costume of her own so she wears the standard Claremont colours, she does wear her parka over the top as a lucky charm. Power Descriptions: By drawing moisture from out of the air Cathy can form it into ice with a remarkable degree of control over its shape and form. Whilst it appears to all extent and purposes to be normal ice, though under her control it seems more resilient to both physical assault and temperature. Tests have determined that her ability to form and control ice is some form of natural mutation, though stories from the islands of Ice Maidens that came with the Norse settlers suggest that it's some form of genetic abnormality that's been carried down the generations. History: Cathy had always been a quiet distant girl who happily spent hours all by herself reading or wandering the stark beautiful landscape, a little cold and distant as some people would later joke. But apart from that, she had a happy childhood among the isolated beauty of her island home. All this changed one bitterly cold winter day when she was around twelve. One of the younger children of the village had gone missing and after not showing up for a couple of hours the entire village went out to search for him. With the sunlight failing and the temperature rapidly dropping the search was called off until first light, with everyone assuming the worse. One person hadn't given up the search however and against the odds, Cathy had managed to find the young child and get him to a temporary shelter against the cold, but there wasn't enough room for Cathy or enough time to get back to the village. Cathy had no choice to wait out the night and hope to survive the bitter cold. It was then that her powers kicked in that allowed to survive the night, searchers were surprised in the morning when the apparently frozen girl was not only alive but able to move around without any harm. Despite her now strange appearance, she was heralded as a hero for saving the young boys life. And over time as she learned to control her powers she used them to not only help her home village as much as she could but also help the town and villages around them. Slowly news of her exploits spread across the Shetland islands until they made their way to the mainland of Scotland and far, far beyond. Then one day not long after she'd turned sixteen an exotic looking woman turned up at the families home and offered to take Cathy to the distant, almost mythical sounding, Freedom City to a special school where she could learn to use her power to help many more people. Personality & Motivation: Cathy is a quiet thoughtful young woman that unless prompted tends to fade into the background. It's not that she isn't good with dealing with people, quite the opposite, it's just that she lacks the confidence to put herself out into the wider world. It's would be unlikely that she would be a hero apart from one thing, she deeply cares about doing everything she can to help other people. Powers & Tactics: Cathy hasn't had much training into how to use her powers and instead relies on her own instincts of what will work in any given situation. It just happens that she naturally has very good instincts in these matters. Complications: Bright Lights, Big City: Whilst she not completely unaware about life in a city like Freedom, they do have television and the Internet, she can still be surprised by things that would seem completely normal to everyone else. Too Cold: Whilst she can't feel the cold Cathy can't feel the heat either. Even on the warmest day, she tends to wrap herself up in multiple layers of clothing to stay warm. Cold in here: Without realising it Cathy instinctively lowers the temperature around here by a few degree's, whilst that may be fine in warm climes it can get very chilly in less warm environments. And even when it's pointed out she can't seem to turn this chilling effect off. To Dry: Much of the ice she creates is done by drawing moisture from the surrounding environment. In an incredibly dry and arid environment, she might be unable to produce as much ice or normal, or in extreme circumstances none at all. Local Hero: Whilst Cathy is unknown in many parts of the world she fairly well known in her own local area, and never had the need to protect her identity. It wouldn't take much effort to find out all about her and her family. Abilities: 6 + 8 + 10 + 0 + 4 + 6 = 34PP Strength: 16 (+3) Dexterity: 18 (+4) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 14 + 10 = 24PP Initiative: +8 Attack: Base +7, +7 Melee, +11 Ranged Grapple: +10 Defense: +11 (+5 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -5 Saving Throws: 2 + 3 + 5 = 10PP Toughness: +10 (+5 Con, +5 Protection) Fortitude: +7 (+5 Con, +2) Reflex: +7 (+4 Dex, +3) Will: +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 56R = 14PP Bluff 7 (+10) Climb 7 (+10) Concentration 8 (+10) Diplomacy 7 (+10) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 6 (+8) Survival 8 (+10) Swim 5 (+8) Feats: 19PP All-Out Attack Attack Focus (Ranged) 4 Dodge Focus 6 Improved Initiative 1 Improved Throw Improved Trip Luck 2 Move-by Action Power Attack Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Powers: 12 + 38 + 5 + 5 + 1 = 61PP Flight 6 (500 mph, 4,400 ft/rnd Extra: Affects Others, Flaw: Platform) [12PP] Ice Control 16.5 (33PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 5) [38PP] Base Power: Blast 11 (Ice Shards 100ft Range Extras: Autofire 1) [33PP] Alternative Power: Blast 11 (Brain Freeze 100ft Range Extras: Alternative Save (Fortitude) [33PP] Alernative Power: Create Object 11 (Ice Sculptures 100ft Range, 10x5' cubes Feat: Independent; Extra: Selective) [23PP] Alternative Power: Environmental Control 11 (Cold (Extreme), Visibility, 110ft Range 10,000ft Radius) [33PP] Alternative Power: Snare 11 (Icy Bonds Feats: Tether, Reversible) [24PP] Alternative Power: Trip 11 (Icy Patches Extras: Area (General Burst), Selective Attack) [33PP] Immunity 5 (Cold Damage) [5PP] Protection 5 [5PP] Super-Senses 1 (Infravision) [1PP] DC Block ATTACK ATT RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed +7 Touch DC 18 Toughness Damage (Physical) Brain Freeze +11 Ranged DC 26 Fort Damage (Ice) Icy Bond +11 Ranged DC 21 Ref Snare (Ice) Ice Shards +11 Ranged DC 26 Toughness Damage (Ice) Icy Patches Area DC 21 Ref Trip (Ice) Totals: Abilities (34) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (14) + Feats (19) + Powers (61) - Drawbacks (0) = 162/196 Power Points