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March 24, 2017. Freedom City. Various places. Mid-Afternoon. Six heroes. Varying ages. Varying skillsets. Varying modus operandi. All of who sudden vanished off the face of the earth. There was no flash of light, no psychedelic tube of travelling. It was simply six people who were one place and then suddenly not. But from their perspective, they had not moved. The world had suddenly become different around them. And yet much the same. What had happened wasn’t hard to figure out. This was not their world. ***************** It had taken Terrifica moments to figure out she wasn’t on her Earth anymore. The lack of tailpipes on the cars was one big clue. Another was the lack of trash on the street. A dozen subtle things that simply were wrong. Fear and curiosity mixed. Her motorcycle was a dimensional wall away, and it was highly unlikely even cash would be of any assistance. So, she was walking. It was indeed The Fens, but..not. The signs of poverty and desperation were…gone. There were people around, of course, but they were moving with a purpose in mind. No loitering on street corners, front stoops, or building lobbies. She fought back anxiety at being stranded. Away from home. From family. First things first. Find a library. Assuming they hadn’t been banned in this dimension, clues would be easy enough to find in one. Newpapers, history books, geography, even encyclopedias could be useful in getting her bearings. ***************** In her chambers, the Empress, her Imperial Majesty, Savior of Humanity & Mother of The Modern World, was kind of annoyed. “So. You’re telling me either the dimensional transporter I designed and built failed to function, or that you are the kind of idiot who can’t read simple information displays.” She waved her hand at an apologetic courtier. “No, don’t strain yourself trying to answer. Like always, I already know what happened. There was a flicker from the Terminus. Slight, but enough to throw off the location calculations. it wasn't unexpected.” She pulled back a sleeve and pressed at the flexible flatscreen on her wrist. “I’ve just uploaded the tracker program. It’s based on a combination of their dimensional and super power energy signatures, which were recorded during transport.” She saved her hand at the courtier, dismissing him. “Go. Find them and bring them to me. Gods know I can’t trust you to explain the problem to them.”

April 20, 2017. The Caribbean. Cilan Island. Mid-Morning. Cilan Island was roughly the size of a postage stamp, metaphorically speaking. It was barely in the Caribbean at all, lying right between it and the Mid-Atlantic. Most people didn’t even know it was there. Until today, when a pair of hurricanes (Category 5, the both of them) sprung up almost as if by magic over the course of an hour and a half. It couldn’t possibly be right, but it seemed as if the two storms were fighting each other in deadly earnest. The poor little island was standing right in their path. Maybelle McQueen took one look at the breaking news report and ran out of the Southern Queen. The few hundred people on that island were in serious trouble, and neither of those storms were natural. She tossed command to her sous chef on the way out, and then shot into the air hard enough to rattle windows. Even at top speed, it would take her at least a half hour to get there. By then the storms would be overrunning the island, and people would be in desperate need of help. Fortunately, Queenie was on the job.

OOC for this thing right here. Ask me anything. Because I forget stuff. And forget to do stuff. You know how it is. Before I forget (natch), this might help with understanding who the Empress is.

April 1, 2017 It wasn't that Winifred Wei wasn't allowed into the city by herself, per se, rather everyone involved agreed that given her condition it would have been monumentally unwise. Still, prudence had never ranked high among her gifts and the restriction chafed. Browsing the breathtaking wealth of information available via the Academy's computer lab kept her reasonably occupied but while picking through the bibliography of references on a poorly maintained page the displaced Victorian was surprised to come across the title of a long out-of-print book written by one Heinrich Schreiber. What Winifred knew which the site's amateur scholar could not have was the Schreiber was the pen name of one Nika Azadeh Sharifi, one of London's famous 'rogue scientists' - famous, at least, in her own day. Old Madar Nika had been wizened by the time Winifred had met her, only half coherent, though that had still placed her among the more reliable in that community of peers. She'd never heard of the older woman having had any of her work published in earnest, only the occasional pamphlet but as she began researching in earnest she learned that 'Properties of Humours and Tinctures Thereof' had been complied well after its author had passed away, complied from recovered notebooks as an oddity more than serious research. She had known, of course, that in the century and a half she'd spent transmuted into a statue anyone she had ever known had surely passed away but it was still a sobering thought. Further digging and several phone calls later the young alchemist had learned that against all odds a shop in Freedom City's West End had a copy of the book on its shelves. The sensible thing to do would have been to explain the situation to one of her friends and plan a day out; the book was unlikely to disappear within the week, after all. Instead she called upon skills learned from watching the cagier of her circle to slip away in the early hours of the weekend, intent on holding Madar Nika's work in her own hands without delay.

Silberman's Books, at the corner of Pratt and Frederick. Friday, March 17th, 2017. 11:00 am. Lynn Epstein didn't really get St. Patrick's Day; her mom was Jewish, and her father, who despite his last name was primarily raised Catholic, was essentially Jewish-Italian. She'd gone to Jewish schools throughout her childhood, so it was never part of her family life. Atlantic City had a parade down the Boardwalk, but her family always avoided it due to the presence of 'drunken hooligans' as her mom put it. But sadly when you work in retail, there are certain expectations from the public around major or even minor holidays, so while Silberman's Books didn't go all out, a few changes were made to the store for the week. A table of books on Irish history and Celtic mythology was set up near the entrance; it wasn't too crass, and the books selection was actually pretty varied. The changeling had conjured some tasteful decorations around the store, typically modeled on early 20th century designs as Lynn felt they were less intrusive. And lastly she'd made some special green Silberman's aprons, dark green with the store's name in a white Celtic font; even Gretchen who was usually annoyed by such things admitted they looked pretty good. Otherwise the store looked much the same as usual: bookshelves full of used books, posters of famous stage magicians on the walls, the magazine rack and newspapers up front, tables and chairs for reading and the consumption of food and drink, and the combined front counter/coffee bar. The store was fairly empty, as much of Freedom was engaged in various St. Pat's activities, so it was only the die hard coffee drinkers out and about. Gretchen was working the bar and counter this morning, although right now she was sitting perched on her high stool near the register, reading Dostoevsky's The Idiot in the original Russian thanks to her magic glasses. She was also playing The Pogues over the store's sound system, her one contribution to the day's celebrations. However, the store's owner did have someone coming in for an interview this morning; hopefully they'd be a good fit. Currently she was in her office checking email.

Contents: Reputation Origin Story

Player Name: Droideka Character Name: Gallant Power Level: 10 (150/151PP) Trade-Offs: +2 Toughness / -2 Defense, +2 Damage / -2 Attack Unspent Power Points: 1 In Brief: Heroic Swordsman and Adventurer, secretly sleep-walker controlled by three fey spirits. Residence: Freedom City Alternate Identity: Leon Angles [Birth Name] Identity: Secret Birthplace: Oregon, Portland Occupation: Retail at local book store. Affiliations: None Family: Oscar Angles (Father, 55), Bianca Angles (Mother, 43), Guinevere Angles (Older Sister, 23), Giselle Angles (Older Sister, 25) Age: 17 (DoB: February 12, 2000) Gender: Male Ethnicity: French-American Height: 6"0 Weight: 190 lbs. Eyes: Green/Blue Hair: Pale Blonde/Honey Blonde Leon is a somewhat wiry young man who is neither muscled nor overweight. His posture is proper, and though somewhat clumsy at times his general gait is quiet and controlled. His hair is feathery and mid neck length, with long wavy bangs that at times obscure his eyes. Due to his enjoyment of indoor activities, his complexion is somewhat pail. His eyes are generally cloudy, but brighten when something catches his interest. In general, he always looks somewhat tired. His clothing is based on practicality and is generally low-key. eon has a faint lilt in his voice that denotes an accent, which becomes more pronounced the more nervous he is. Gallant's most notable features are his omnipresent grin, and the golden aura that surrounds him. In general, he appears older than Leon, more a man in his early twenties than a teenager. The aura seems to brighten him instantly, and makes features such as his hair a far more honey rich gold. Unlike Leon, Gallant possesses a lithe, runner build of toned muscle. His eyes are a vibrant, almost glowing blue. If one looked past the aura, his complexion would still seem slightly pale, though less so than Leon. Gallant's posture is straight and confident, and he is always looking about and moving. The Gallant costume consists of a black and white trimmed tunic and pants, brown and gold boots, a white, brown, and gold trimmed overcoat, black gloves, and a red sash around the neck and shoulders. The mask is a white and gold plated half-mask, designed to resemble a lion's upper jaw and face. It stops at his hairline. Gallant's sword is a medium sized broadsword that seems to swirl with the same aura he possesses. It's made of a metal that resembles bronze in coloration. The blade's scabbard is brown, with a single red ruby at it's base, and it's hangs on Gallant's right hip. Power Descriptions Leon has no powers of his own. When Leon falls unconscious (Sleep, knocked unconscious, etc.) the spirits inside of him surface and grant him power. Gallant is blessed by fey-like spirits, who grant him greatly increased speed, strength, constitution, and charisma at the small cost of a weakness to cold steel. Gallant's sword is magically blessed, and can extend its reach to more resemble a pole-arm. Gallants' strategy shifts depending on which spirit is advising him, but in general he is a bold melee fighter. Gallant is enhanced with magic, and thus all of his abilities fall under that descriptor. History Leon was a quiet child, at his home and at his school. Always in the corner with a fantasy book. He loved fantasy, knights, dragons, fair maidens! He wished he could be so heroic. But no, no, that was never him. Best to keep to himself.... That was the life of Leon Angles, in summary. His sisters, bright, cheerful, sporty, they were always off with new friends or some such. His parents, cold and quiet and harsh, they weren't much for support. So it was just him, and his toys, and his books, and his few friends, for fifteen years. Fifteen years, before his oldest sister, Giselle, decided the small port town they lived in was not her dream city. She was a socialite by nature, with a sharp, silver tongue. She could get by in the big city, Leon had no doubts. So, with a clear conscience he smiled and waved her off at the airport. His other sister, Guinevere (Or Ginny, as she preferred.) had always looked up to her big sister. She was smiling too, though he could tell it was a bit forced. He was worried, then. Those worries were founded, as it turned out. One year later, and he was smiling, a bit forced, and waving her off at the airport. Ginny wasn't cut out for the big city, as far as Leon was concerned. She was sporty, yes, good at physical actives of all kinds. But she was...naive. He loved her dearly, but she was a bit of a ditz. His parents had turned to him, as Ginny's plane took to the sky. They said nothing, but they had a look in their eyes. But they had no need to fear. He was perfectly content in his hometown.... Of course, one year later, he was the one standing at airport. Nobody waved him farewell, though his parents looked on with a sort of melancholy. Perhaps they were catching empty-nest syndrome. Leon sat in his uncomfortable seat within the plane, sighing as child behind him reared their legs back in preparation for take-off. He had more reasons to leave than just a growing wanderlust, sadly. Communication with his dear sisters had dried up, and mom and dad were getting antsy, in there own way. Freedom City was a nice place, according to the brochure. Big legacy of superheroes. He was sure it was nothing. It was of course, quite a bit more than nothing, he later mused, as Giselle helped him nurse his violent black eye. Some street gang coalition, full of thugs and brutes and other big muscled men and women who could snap him like a twig. They wanted something, a location, from Giselle's current beau, David Gale. Some kind of explorer, apparently. He had found a trove on a nearby island, and, according to the thug's appointed leader, this trove matched up with a riddle given by a late great mob boss some ears back, as he lay dying. One that lead straight to a vast trove of weapons and loot. And, it just so happened, those weapons could be the bolster they needed to stop vigilantes from thinning the herd, so to speak. Giselle's boyfriend had folded easily under pressure, and his sisters were witnesses, and now, unwilling accessories. Leon walked back to their shared apartment every night, nervous and afraid. Always afraid... One night, dark and rainy and far too cold to be moving about, they came. A boat, a very uncomfortable sea-side trip. A small island, a lot of shovels, a lot of walking, and lots of digging. A shovel clanged, mud fell away. A structure, stone and granite and slate. Leon was part of the advance party, along with Giselle's boyfriend and some random goons. They were expendable, so they would look out for any traps. It was somehow even colder inside then it was out in the rain. He could see his breath as they walked, his eyes always down on the floor. He wanted to act, wanted to grab one the guns right out of the gonna hands, Rambo his way out! But that wasn't going to happen, he thought bitterly. He was going to die, either to a trap, the gangs, maybe hypothermia. His sisters, t-they would die. They deserved better... The group came to a fork. There were six off them, so they split two ways. Leon, the boyfriend, and some lady with a gnarly scar on her arm went left. Left soon turned right, then down, then up, then down, then, mirrors? Mirrors indeed, on the walls, on the floors, on the ceiling. Leon looked about, and realized that at some point he had separated from the others. He stepped forward. He didn't know why, but it felt like something was calling him. Studying him. He looked straight at a nearby mirror. A scream, feminine, resounded through the hall, but he couldn't truly work up the care. His head was swirling, thoughts of his weakness, of his hopes, his dreams, he wanted to be heroic, he wanted to save the day, he wanted help, he wanted... It came out, all at once. A swirl of strange, golden energy. And suddenly, he wasn't Leon anymore. He was, uh, what was his name? Gallant. Right, right, he shook his head. He needed to do something, he needed to...save. Yes! He needed to save his sisters, because he was, a hero! He pulled out his sword, and in an instant, Gallant was off! Leon woke, much later. He had had a very, strange, dream. Gangs, ghosts, fights...he looked around. He was in his sister's apartment. He was on the sofa, and the TV was on some cartoon. He grunted and switched it to the news as he pulled himself up. But, as he listened, he lost his focus, and fell. A cave-in, a massive gang arrest. David Gale, hero? He could hear a buzzing in his head, thoughts and voices not his own. He could see Ginny in the corner, a somewhat suspicious look on her face. From the other room, Leon could hear Giselle arguing with mom and dad. He exhaled harshly, and without further ado, passed out. Personality & Motivation Leon is a soft spoken young man, with somewhat low self esteem, a streak of curiosity, and a tinge of cynicism. If you ignite his interest he can be quite passionate, however. These interests include literature and music. In general, he tries kind and helpful, even to the point of being derided as pushover by others. In confrontations, Leon backs down easily, though he is not satisfied with his self described cowardice internally. Leon is nervous about Gallant, and the spirits, and at times envious about them and the strength they show, though he is willing to deal with it if it means good is done. Gallant is joyful and boisterous, and is a seemingly uncontrollable chaotic young man. He is ever curious, always looking about and grinning ear to ear. He seems to enjoy battle, though not true violence. He speaks in a flowery tone, and enjoys talking about heroics, and adventure, and friendship, and...what else is there to talk about, really? Despite his at times boastful nature, Gallant seems to avoid self reflection, doesn't like close scrutiny or heavy attention, and avoids mirrors if possible. In truth, Gallant is a fledgling consciousness, something of an alternate personality of Leon. He is naive to the world, and has little personality on his own. He is somewhat aware that he is Leon and somewhat not, and is guided, or steered, by the three fey spirits that grant him his power. He loyally follows the spirit's advice, but primarily listens to one at a time. The loudest spirit, the main spirit, switches at points, and so Gallant can seem somewhat neurotic. Complications Possessed Hero: Gallant is steered by three powerful spirits that possess Leon's body. The spirits are in semi-flux, and who is the main driver changes occasionally. Secret: Leon has two secrets to keep. The fact that he is (technically) Gallant, and the fact that he is host to three fey-like spirits of unknown origin. Relationship: Giselle and Guinevere (Sisters). Abilities [2 + 2 + 4 = 8PP] STR: +10/0 (30/10) DEX: +1 (12) CON: +10/0 (30/10) INT: +1 (12) WIS: +2 (14) CHA: +10/0 (30/10) Saves [5 + 6 = 11] Tough: +14 (+10 Con, +4 Protection) Fort: +10 (+10 Con) Ref: +6 (+1 Dex, +5) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Combat [8 + 12 = 20PP]Initiative +5Attack +4, +8 (melee)Grapple +8/18Defense +6, +3 flat-footedKnockback -10 Skills [52R = 13PP] Bluff 10 (+24/+14) [+4 Attractive] Diplomacy 10 (+24/+14) [+4 Attractive] Gather Information 10 (+20/+10) Knowledge (Art) 5 (+6) Language 1 (English[Native], French) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats [24PP] Accurate Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 4 Attractive Ambidexterous Beginner's Luck Distract (Bluff) Fearless Improved Disarm Improved Initiative Improved Throw Improved Trip Interpose Instant Up Luck 1 Move-By Action Quick Draw Quick Change Stunning Attack Take-down Attack Taunt Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Powers [6 + 20 + 20 + 20 + 10 + 3 + 5 = 84PP] Device 2 [Gallant Blade] (10PP Container, Gallant Blade, Flaw: Easy to Lose) [6PP] -Strike 2 (Extra: Penetrating 3, PFs: Extended Reach 1, Improved Crit 2, Mighty, Variable Descriptor 1 [Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing]) [10PP] Enhanced Constitution 20 (+20 CON) [20PP] Enhanced Strength 20 (+20 STR) [20PP] Enhanced Charisma 20 (+20 CHA) [20PP] Protection 4 (+4 Toughness; Impervious [6 ranks]) [10PP] Speed 3 (50 MPH) [3PP] Healing 5 [Chi] (Flaws: Personal) [5PP] Drawbacks [-2 + -2 + -6 = -10PP] Normal Identity, Involuntary Transformation (Unconscious/Asleep, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major) [-2PP] Vulnerability (Iron, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major [+50% DC]) [-2PP]Weakness (Iron, Frequency: Common, Intensity: Moderate, -1 CON per minute [10 rounds]) [-6PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning) Gallant Blade Touch DC 27 Toughness Damage (Physical, Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing) Totals: Abilities (8) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (13[52 ranks]) + Feats (24) + Powers (84) - Drawbacks (10) = 150/151 Power Points