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GM 10:20am Sunday the 15th of September ~1 hour drive South-West of Freedom City Two days ago, in a small abandoned church a short ways out from Freedom City, something was caught on camera by a pair of hikers. A gout of fire and smoke, stinking of ash and brimstone appeared in the center of the old building, while the sky turned red. The event lasted for a few minutes, shadows twisting into macabre shapes in the firelight. Eventually the flames died down, revealing a stone staircase, descending into the earth, dimly lit by flickering candles. The pair, Freedom City natives both, finished their hike as if nothing particularly interesting had happened before informing the police. The area was then condoned off, the perimeter catching one of the first escapees from the earth, a small red demon that threw insults and small motes of fire at the officers of the law, who, used to such occurrences, took the wee beast into custody. Questioning the imp revealed that the newly opened stairway led to a structure known as the 'Profanum Profanorum', and that he was merely the first of many invaders, larger and more powerful, with better insults too. Initial attempts to search the structure with drones quickly met fierce resistance, and so the police put forth the call to their fair city: Plumb the depths of this malevolent edifice, and stop the plans of whatever villain had created it.

@Supercape, @Dracostern, @Tiffany Korta OOC for this.

Little Kyoto, The West End, Freedom City 14th April 2022, Butsumetsu This little slice of Japan in Freedom city, if not the oldest it was close, was particularly quiet today as among the more superstitious it was the unluckiest of days. For on this day the Buddha had died and hence nothing important should be embarked upon. The day had definitely been unlucky for poor Mr Chishio who had been found dead in the courtyard of his home, under the shadow of an ancient Cherry Tree. With nothing suspicious about the death, the man was quite old after all (and no one ever remembered seeing him as a young man), he’d been carted away to the morgue. Someone knew something was amiss however...

Claremont Academy, Freedom CIty 10am 15th March 2021 As you entered the secretaries room of the Headmasters Office, to which you’d just been mysteriously summoned, a strange an unusual sound was drifting from the imposing room, that of laughter. Even stranger on being waved in it was the Headmistress herself that was laughing, a sound you’d never thought you’d hear in all your days. “Ah Mr Landers, Mz Sceadusangere, please come in I have someone I wish to show around.” She gestured to the relaxed looking woman in the chair opposite her.

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A deserted Crossroads, Deep in the San Sebastien Swamp, Vibora Bay Walpurgis Night 1936 Many place had a legends of places like this where one could sell your soul for the ability to play like a (fallen) angel, if only for a short but glorious time. On this night a young man, John Robinson, had dressed in his best suit and travelled out to the swamp guitar in hand. In the moonlight he could see a figure at the crossroad, a misshapen thing, though he should have expected something considering who he was expecting to meet tonight. Taking a breath he stepped onto the crossroads to meet the one he was sure that could help him achieve his goal. He wasn’t sure what to except, but the woman that stepped into the light wasn’t want he expected. With her fancy extravagant hair, apparently not a hideous a beast in humanoid form, and her strange boyish dress it wasn’t the kind of girl you’d see even in the clubs of Vibora Bay. “Hi there we need to talk!” Several Months plus Seventy odd years later…

Vibora City Morgue, 13th February 2020, Probably to Early for most Latresia Barnes was not having a good day, already having spent far to long trying to sort out something for tomorrow and it might all be for naught either. She wasn’t meant to be in today but the police had insisted she came in and did this one, a body found abandoned in the Oldcorne district with the old money of there insisting it been handled quickly and quietly. “Female around 20 years old, appears human. Corpse is overly pale and appears emaciated.” she intoned into the recorder as she began to prep for the autopsy, it was always sad when they died this young “No outwards signs of wound on the body, will now open up the body. What the f…?” Opening the corpse the smell of decay filled the room, no something unexpected but not as someone who had apparently died so recently. The source of the smell was more obvious from the internal organs, that appeared withered and mummified and not the type of organs you’d find in someone so freshly dead. It was something that beyond her knowledge, however skilled she was, it was something for those with a very different skill set. “We better get the Police Chief down here, and see if those new superheroes of ours are free to come on down.”

City Hall, Vibora Bay. September 5th, 2019. Noon. In a conference room just down the hall from the mayor's office, seven very unique individuals were gathering around a long table in comfortable chairs. Coffee and bagels had been provided by the mayor's staff, but several of the heroes of Hurricane Dorian craved more substantial fare, so a take-out menu for the Mediterranean place next door led to the room now being full of the smell of seasoned lamb and other savory delicacies. While the food did indeed smell delicious to young Taye Sullivan. So while the others were splitting up the various meats, rice and breads, she poured herself a cup of hot water and took a seat. "It's indeed exciting to have the opportunity to work with you all again," she said in her clear, deep voice as she fished two clear Ziploc bags out of her coverall pockets; one appeared to hold a few pieces of rusted metal, the other several spark plugs. "Of course, last night's work largely took place in the heat of the moment, with little or no planning. it will be interesting to see how we work together when we have more time to talk about things like strategy or logistics." Taye gingerly took several pieces of rust out of the bag and carefully crumbled them into her hot water, which she then stirred with a plastic spoon. "Perhaps we should first take the time to talk about our abilities, strengths and weaknesses before we go any further? As of right now, I am primarily limited to assuming vehicular shapes, but I hope to move beyond that by testing myself further." She took a sparkplug out of her second bag, popped it in her mouth, and washed it down with a sip of rust tea, all the while looking at the others expectantly.

September 4, 2019 Vibora Bay, Florida 11PM It's a dark and stormy night. This sort of thing happens a lot in Florida. As Dorian rolled up on the east coast of Florida like God's own judgement, the people of Vibora Bay remembered Michael last year and took action. Some people left, some people stayed home, and everyone mourned all those lovely tourist dollars that _could_ have come the city's way during the ruined Labor Day weekend. As it is, by all accounts Vibora is going to come through this one better than people feared. Having spent his wrath against the east coast, Dorian is rain, lightning, and high winds, but not the near-apocalypse that was last fall's city-wrecking storm. On the other hand, that's bad enough! Six inches of rain and high winds closed the schools and universities today, and most businesses shut down too. Mayor Barker (who weathered the last storm with flying colors) was on Channel 7 last night to tell the citizens of Vibora to be ready for anything. They have to be, because nobody's going anywhere with all this rain. The traffic's always bad in the Panhandle though, especially on the spur that takes you up to the big west-east Interstate 10, so people in Walton County have a lot of experience with sheltering in place. People facing floods have moved into city-run shelters - many public buildings are full of people. Red Cross workers and other volunteers are on the scene - though most of them are actually out of town helping with the aftereffects of Dorian further east. Many streets are impassable, the beaches are closed, and rescue crews and emergency personnel are on high alert. Things are bad - but not quite hero bad. The last you heard, Siren went east to help with the aftermath of the storm there - it's just the hometown heroes on the scene today. Around 11 o'clock at night, just as trusty local weatherman Tom Bonilla appeared on your screens to give you the latest tracking information on Dorian, there's a tremendous flash of lightning and clap of thunder that booms across the metropolis - and from Seagrove to Rosemary Beach, the city's power goes dark. - The University of Florida - Vibora Bay Outside Gibbs Residence Hall "Go to Hell!" In the rain and lightning, two men were yelling at each other in the shelter of the brick patio in front of the old residence hall. "So you've been down here this whole time, spying on me!?" Riley was shouting at his double, heedless in his anger of the other's physical prowess. "I told you before - I do not need your help! I never will!" "...fine." Riley didn't shout back at his double, he didn't even punch him in the face. He turned and walked away, pulling up his poncho as sheets of rain cascaded down onto him, the winds so strong he felt them buffet him as he walked out onto the campus parking lot where he'd stashed his bike. It wasn't good biking weather but if you knew what you were doing and could see in the dark, you could get through fine - even dodge the cops if you took the backroads. Good thing the roads to the swamp hadn't actually flooded yet. Riley got on his bike, grabbed the handlebars - and closed his eyes for a long, hard moment. No. No, hell, no, I am not going to do that. He opened them again and revved his engine with a rumble so deep he could feel it between his legs far more than he heard it. If he was going to get back home, he needed to leave right now. He clicked on his headlamp - and suddenly, there was a flash of light in the sky, and a deep boom, and the campus streetlights winked out. Adjusting his shoulder bag, Riley permitted himself a sigh.

The Immutable Betsy Brooks Power Level: 10/12 (182/213PP) Unspent Power Points: 31 Trade-Offs: None In Brief: Slumming noble daughter of a magical family hunts monsters in the bayou. Catchphrase: "I wouldn't do that sweetie!" Theme: Power by RoxXxan Alternate Identity: Elizabeth Brooks Identity: Public Birthplace: London, England, United Kingdom Residence: Vibora Bay Base of Operations: Vibora Bay Occupation: Supernatural Bondwoman Affiliations: Mostly Independent Family: Lady Jacqueline Brooks (Mother) Eric Warrens (Father) Description: Age: 35 (DoB: 31th October 1984) Apparent Age: early 20's Gender: Female Ethnicity: Black, dual British / American citizen Height: 5'9" Weight: 120 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Despite being quite beautiful she's never really been concerned with following fashions and fade, dressing simply for comfort and utility. In her earlier day she dressed in a more punkish style, but she's toned this down to maybe her hair and the occasional band t-shirt. Whilst she needs to wear sunglasses in bright sunlight, a problem in her where she chooses to live right, it does give her a certain air of effortless coolness. She doesn't have a costume per se, but she does have her kick-ass coat, a long black coat that she brings out when she's going to deal with real problems. One of the only things she has from her father it holds a special place for her. Her powers don't seem to have any obvious effects, which is a shock when she shrugs off a hail of gunfire or a were-gators crawls. It take real skill to notice that she has anything betraying but it is there, her canines are a little larger and more pointed than most. History: In her younger day a wild and carefree days Jacqueline met and fell for a dashing young African-American man. There torrid romance was brief but it resulted in a the little surprise of Elizabeth. Because she was born out of wedlock, and from a very traditionally white family, Elizabeth was made very aware that she wasn't ever going to inherit the family title, though her mother loved her dearly and made sure she was given the best education money can buy. The real inheritance was from her father who was the descendant from a rare and unusual breed of African Vampire. As she grew she developed beyond human abilities and due to a unique combination of genetics she was immune to all supernaturally based abilities. This didn't help her rebellious nature, and quite a few times her family connections were used to keep her from being expelled from the school. Leaving school she was at a bit of loss as to what to do, she didn't need to work due to a small stipend from her mother, but she wanted to do something productive. She tried the armed forces and a very brief stint on a UK hero team, but her rebellious nature quickly meant she was gentle encouraged to move on. For a while she drifted from job to job not lasting long due to her willful nature and general inability to take people crap. After that she decided she should do something about finding out about th American side of her family, and find out quite why she had these bundle of abilities. Using her duel nationality she moved over to the states and track down her father in Vibora Bay and he introduced to the wild and wonderful world of the supernatural creatures that lived in the area. They never got close, and he quickly moved on with some kind of beef with vampires, but she found kinship with the supernatural local. Choosing to stay in the City for a while, she set herself up as a sort of sherif for them all, being immune to most of methods of coercion. Acting as part detective part bondswoman she offers her services to them, and sometimes others, whenever the needs arises. Personality & Motivation: Betsy has always been stubborn and willful, something that's only gotten more prevalent as she's gotten older. She doesn't suffer fools gladly and will happily let you know if she thinks your out of line. This is tempered somewhat by her manners and way of speech, some of her schooling stuck despite her best efforts over the years. Despite her brusque manner she actual care about people and tries when she can to help them, especially those that she feel aren't given the attention they deserved by everyone else. One thing she really helps is bullies, and woe betide if you act that way when she's around. Really she's a bit of a soft touch, though she normally manages to hide it very well. Finally she had a bit of an anarchic bent to her, often thumbing her noise at any authority figures, her family history not really helping in thus manner. Powers & Tactics: Trained in the toughest place in the world, a public Girls School, Betsy knows how to look after herself in a fight. She often gives the opponent a chance to fight fair, but if they don't she will fight down and dirty. Truth be told she's not a fan of fighting, though she knows she's modestly shes good at it, and will try her best to get her opponent to stand down. In fact she often manages to talk her opponent down before the fight even begins. Power Descriptions: Betsy's body has inherited her powers from her, distant, vampire heritage. Whilst she is still alive her flesh is stronger and more resilient than normal people and she doesn't seem to he effected by any poisons of pathogens, she also seems to be aging much more slowly than normal people. She's also apparently immune to all abilities possessed by supernatural creatures, for instance she can't be mesmerized by vampire or infected by lycanthropy, it's a totally passive ability and she's not always aware that her power is protecting her. On the counter it's also impossible for her to benefit from helpful supernatural abilities, however hard she tries. It also counters any effects they have to disguise supernatural creatures, in fact she can detect the presence of some purely on sight though she may not know quite what they are just that the person there looking at is supernatural in some way. Complications: Sunglasses after Dark: Betsy hasn't inherited many weaknesses from her vampire heritage, but she does have photosensitivity when in sunlight. Not a massive deal back home, but in the bright Florida skies it can cause her problems. Normally she wears sunglasses to counter this,but if by any chance she looses them she can suffer from mere irritation to almost blind depending on the GM's choice. The Red Urge: Betsy doesn't normally have any urges to consume blood, she loves her food thank you very much! But in certain circumstances large amount of blood the smell bring on well buried instincts. Which the GM can decide is enough to distract her from noticing things. Bloody Stubborn: Willful to a fault Betsy is very reluctant to give up on any problem until there no other options, and sometimes even beyond that. The GM can choose to say that Besty will continue on a course of action regardless of the circumstances. Credit to her kind: Betsy is well know as a defender of supernatural creatures living in and surrounding Vibora Bay, which is a double edged swords. Some "normal" people will flat out refuse to deal with her, despite how charming she can be (and she can be very charming). On the other sides supernaturals will often come to her to ask for help from trouble, and despite her sometime brusk nature she will try to help out if she can. Abilities: 10 + 4 + 10 + 2 + 6 + 8 = 40PP Strength: 20/30 (+5/+10) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 20/30 (+5/+10) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 18 (+4) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +6 Base, +10 Melee Defense: +10 (+6 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +15/+23 Knockback: -2/-10 Saving Throws: 0 + 4 + 4 = 8PP Toughness: +5/+10 (+5/10 Con [Impervious 10]) Fortitude: +5/+10 (+5/+10 Con, +0) Reflex: +6 (+2 Dex, +4) Will: +7 (+3 Wis, +4) Skills: 112R = 28PP Bluff 5 (+10) Diplomacy 1 (+5) Gather Info 11 (+15) Intimidate 11 (+15) Skill Mastery Investigate 9 (+10) Skill Mastery Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 9 (+10) Knowledge (Current Events) 9 (+10) Knowledge (Popular Culture) 9 (+10) Knowledge (Streetwise) 9 (+10) Languages 6 (French, Japanese, Korean, Mandarin, Romanian, Spanish) (Base: English) Notice 12 (+15) Skill Mastery Sense Motive 12 (+15) Skill Mastery Stealth 8 (+10) Feats: 16PP All-Out Attack Attack Focus (Melee) 4 Benefit (Bondsman) Benefit (Wealth) Dodge Focus 4 Power Attack Skill Mastery (Intimidate, Investigate, Notice, Sense Motive) Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Well-Informed Powers: 10 + 10 + 1 + 22 + 10 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 2 = 66 PP All powers have the Supernatural Inheritance descriptor Enhanced Constitution 10 (to Constitution 30 [+10]) [10PP] Enhanced Strength 10 (to Strength 30 [+10]) [10PP] Immunity 1 (Aging, Sleep Flaw: Half Effect) [1PP] Immunity 22 (Disease, Poison, Supernatural Effects) [22PP] Impervious Toughness 10 [10PP] Super-Sense 2 (Darkvision) [2PP] Super-Strength 3 (Effective Strength 45; Heavy Load: 6 tons) [6PP] Supernatural Awareness 3 (Sight based Awareness) [3PP] True Sight 4 (Counter Concealment and Counters Illusion, both Sight based; Flaw: From Supernaturals only) [2PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed w/no Powers Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage [Physical] Unarmed Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage [Physical] Totals: Abilities (40) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (8) + Skills (28) + Feats (16) + Powers (66) - Drawbacks (0) = 182/213 Power Points