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This is where both the rolls and the questions go. Ask me anything, @Sandman XI. IC thread is here. I figure Wesley's comeback could be going better, and somehow he got 'ported into the space between dimensions. And yes, he's kind of travelled through time as well as dimensions. Freedom City doesn't exist on Earth-Phoenix. It's just an unremarkable part of New Jersey several miles from Atlantic City.

Earth-Phoenix. United States of America. New Jersey. Several miles outside of Atlantic City. June 21, 2012 (Earth-Phoenix time). 11:30 PM. The young woman was short, barely five feet tall. She was pale and thin, as if she’d been sick for a long time and perhaps still was. She was lucky if she weighed 90 pounds. There was definitely an air of fragility about her. She stood alone, dressed in a worn black dress and heavy black boots, a mysterious bracelet wrapped around her wrist. Her hair was jet black, straight, and down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were blue, and strikingly so. Most people who saw her would see someone in need of help, a pitiable example of humanity. However, what most people saw was not the truth. This was the most powerful Black Mage on Earth-Phoenix. This was Blackrose, leader of the runaway children’s group named the Exiles. Normally, she wouldn’t be alone like this. Her physical fragility was no act. However, fellow Exiles founder Radical Dreamer (owner of the most powerful variant of future sight on Earth-Phoenix) had insisted she come alone to this place. A field by the sea, near a small town in New Jersey. She had come alone, but the rest of the main Exiles were close by, in that small town. Both Flare and Windstorm could be here in under half a minute, Flare especially. All the same, it was…weird and unsettling to be alone. Blackrose realized with a start that she hadn’t been entirely alone like this in years. Ever since the quest for what graced her wrist. And even then, she’d soon encountered Cory, and the rest was history. “Are you sure, Dreamer?” Blackrose spoke to the warm night air. Dreamer was slightly telepathic as well, and she was well within his range. She frowned slightly, listening to one of her oldest friends speak in her mind. “No, it just seemed weirder than usual for you. I forgot I even had this dress.” She listened a little more. “Okay, so the dimension piercing spell? I mean, that’s weird. I’ve never used it before. I didn’t even know you knew it existed.” Dreamer spoke more, only for her mental ears. “Yeah, I know. I’m just worried about opening a hole to there. That’s the blank spot between dimensions, Dreamer. It’s really dangerous.” She sighed, listening to him again. “Yeah, you’re never wrong, I know. It’s up to me to do it right. So shush, oh Radical One.” Blackrose extended her hand out (the one with the bracelet on it) and a quarterstaff seemed to form (right in her hand) out of the darkness of the night itself. It was wooden, but so black light itself seemed unable to fully escape it. She spoke words in a language that had been dead (destroyed for the evil its speakers once did) for millennia when the Messiah walked the earth, and what appeared to be a black dust storm sprung up out of nowhere. However, the “dust” was Black Magic and the wind was her will. Thus nothing was disturbed. She spoke faster, quickly reaching a crescendo. The staff in her hand somehow got blacker, and a hole in the fabric of reality tore open in front of her. Depositing on the ground one Wesley Knight, currently going by the superhero name Vitalas, late of Freedom City. Which, to his surprise, he was no longer in. Despite seeming to be in the exact same geographical location. Blackrose spoke a few more words in that terrible language, and the hole closed before anything else came through. Thankfully. She leaned on her staff, a little tired. She’d never had the stamina for staying up late, among so many other things. “Are you all right?” She spoke to the bewildered stranger. “Going through the Void can be traumatic, or so I’ve read. Ah, and I didn’t summon you. You have someone else to thank for your trip to the Void. I just pulled you out of it.”

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Player's Name: Sandman XI Character Name: Vitalus Power Level: 14 (213/215) Tradeoffs: Undercapped, PL12 (0 Attack, 0 Save, +1 Toughness, -1 Defense) Unspent Power Points: 2 In Brief: A former hero looking to get back into being a hero. Residence: Riverside Base of Operation: None Catchphrase: "." Alternate Identity: Wesley Octavius Knight (birth name) Identity: Secret (mostly) Birthplace: Tunnel Hill, Alabama Occupation: body artist, business owner Affiliations: None Family: None, all passed or in the past. Age: 27 (born 13 December, 1989) Apparent Age: early twenties Gender: Male Ethnicity: African-American Height: 6 foot 6 inches (1.98 meters) Weight: 240 pounds (109kg) Eyes: green (due to mutation), brown (originally) Hair: black Wesley is a well-build man, with very defined muscle. A fighter's build. Swole arms, legs, and torso. His arms, chest, back and neck are covered with years with of inked art. Each one of them a personal memory (even if a few of those memories are 'this looks awesome'). His eyes are a vibrant green and have been so ever since his powers erupted forth. he loves his thick long dreadlocks and considers them a source of pride that he keeps them up so well. you can hear the southern inflect in his voice, even though he's been in Freedom for nearly a decade.Even though he's big, he does not walk like a big man. Almost always in thought about something and someone. When he's not doing that he like to sit or lean on walls. Never a straight stand. His clothing is urban wear baggy cargos, sandals, and an a-shirt when in public or when it's proper. He does love to show off his ink. His 'costume' is barely different. he throws on a brown hoodie on and ditches the sandals for work boots. Power Descriptions: Wesley's power set changes so much that even he thinks it's silly. The only thing constant is the glow. He glows dark green, gold, or purple when he uses his powers. All the ranged powers shoot of as shots of energy. If someone is under his powers effects they might even glow themselves. Not as bright as him, but definitely noticeable until it's done. History: Here for pre-Freedom City days When he got to his destination, it wasn't a cake walk. While he did have the job, it wasn't as good at it was made out to be. Sure everything was nice and the owner was a nice guy, but Wesley didn't get much being the new guy. So he poked around for side jobs where he could. There was a whole community around here! Riverside was great. Though his first big paycheck came from someone off the books. A woman who needed an intricate back piece done. She somehow new about his powers and knew he could stay up day and night if need be. Little did he know he was getting into Triad business. The woman, who only wanted to be known as 'Jade' taught him Mandarin as he worked. It was for his own good. By the time he was done (seven days? ten?) a whole boatload of gangsters came flooding in. This was the real deal, he had to protect himself and not hurt anyone. Jade was resting, but watching the whole thing. Of course, the was easy, a meta with biological powers versus normal guys (there were a bunch of them though, with hatchets!) Of course he survived and no one died. 'Jade' said that others who needed to know. She thanked him for being her 'Knight'. And that's how he got his first her name. Even though it was his last name. After that was one of the most disgusting things ever. A bunch of heroes gathered to fights some alien poo? He never found out what it was, but he and another (a machine kid) were the last ones to face down that piece of filth. That lead to more connections. The adventures start to blur after that. Only his time on the Knights of Freedom was the clearest out of it all (Avenger, Scarab, Divine, Grimalkin, Dr Archeville, others). By that time, he'd moved into his own place and with the money to buy a place in Riverside. It was small, but he had a following, both on the mundane and meta side. He tried, comically almost, his hand at the dating scene. It didn't work out. That and he was more absorbed in his work and art. By then he'd lost his way. doing more jobs for himself and his friends than focusing on the hero thing. And while that's not why he came up here, he always felt like it was his calling that he was ignoring. He even traveled a bit. Got his bachelor's degree in medicine. Still, the call of the hero beckoned him. Some times it even came to his front door! he was not callous. He helped what he could. Just never... OK enough's enough. He could ignore it no longer. The tug at his heart strings as the world almost drowned was too much. He was going to get out there and do something. He even took a (third after the short lived 'Life Knight') name. Vitalus! Personality and Motivation: Wesley is, well, quiet is an exaggeration. He does like conversation, he just never gets to talk. Not that he minds. He'll listen to anyone and answer in kind. He is a stand up guy and will rush to help if needed. All those years he was 'absent' was a misnomer. He was here, just in the background! He wants to step out of the back ground now. To do more than just hide in the shadow. To step up and take responsibility. Powers and Tactics: Wesley is a mix of range and melee. He'd prefer not to mix it up and shoot down his enemies in a nonviolent (as you can get with using bioenergy to blast others) way. But if it gets close range, he will flip on his signature Adrenaline Rush and quickly beat down his opponents with massive strength and speed. Complications The Job: Wesley owns and works at Knight's Ink body art shop. Tattoos and piercings are normal. But select clientele have special requests. As long as it's legal, Wesley will oblige them. The (kinda) Secret: While his new foray into the hero scene is that of a covered urban warrior, there are a handful of heroes villain and civilians that know his identity. Relationships: He is very friendly with his employees (and in fact won't hire someone if the crew disapproves). Ghosts!: Not that he fears them. Malevolent spirits are somewhat a sore spot for him as he cannot deal with them by himself. Warmth: Wesley leaves a faint heat trail that those with certain senses can see like a beacon. Abilities 12 + 10 + 12 + 6 + 8 + 4 = 52PP Str 22/30 (+6/+10) Dex 20 (+5) Con 22 (+6) Int 16 (+3) Wis 18 (+4) Cha 14 (+2) Saving Throws 5 + 4 + 4 = 13PP Toughness 13 (6 con, 7 protection) Fortitude 11 (6 con, 5 save) Reflex 9 (5 dex, 4 save) Will 8/17 (4 wis, 4 save, 9 enhanced save) Combat 24 + 14 = 38PP Attack +12 (base) Defense +11 (+4 flat-footed) Grapple +18/+26 Initiative +5 Knockback -6 (-3 without protection) Skills 92R = 23PP Acrobatics 10 (+15) Craft (artistic) 7 (+10) Diplomacy 8 (+10) Gather Information 8 (+10) Knowledge (current events) 2 (+5) Knowledge (life sciences) 12 (+15) Knowledge (popular culture) 2 (+5) Knowledge (streetwise) 7 (+10) Language 1 (English [native], Mandarin) Medicine 11 (+15) Notice 6 (+10) Search 7 (+10) Sense Motive 11 (+15) Feats 12PP Accurate Attack Acrobatic Bluff Contacts Dodge Focus 4 Interpose Leadership Power Attack Precise Shot Ultimate Effort (Craft [artistic]) Powers 48 + 12 + 8 + 7 = 75PP Biological Manipulation: Array 20 (Power Feats: Alternate Power 8) [48PP] . . Adrenaline Rush: Container 8 (passive) [40/40] . . . . Damage 2 (hardened muscle; Power Feats: Mighty) [3CP] . . . . Enhanced Strength 8 [8CP] . . . . Enhanced Feats 2 (Improved Grapple, Move-by Action) [2CP] . . . . Enhanced Save 9 (Will 9) [9CP] . . . . Leaping 3 (x10) [3CP] . . . . Speed 3 (50MPH) [3CP] . . . . Super-Strength 4 (Effective 50 str; Power Feats: Groundstrike, Shockwave, Super-Breath, Thunderclap) [12CP] . . Atrophy: Paralyze 12 (Extras: Range [Ranged]; Power Feats: Incurable, Reversible) [38/40] . . Biokinetic Disruption: Damage 12 (Extras: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Range 2 [Perception]; Flaws: Action [Full]; Power Feats: Incurable, Reversible) [38/40] . . Cure: Nullify 12 (all biological effects; Extras: Effortless; Power Feats: Selective) [37/40] . . Heal: Healing 9 (Extras: Action [Standard], Total; Power Feats: Persistent, Regrowth) [38/40] . . Muscle Control: Mind Control 12 (Extras: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Conscious, Duration [Sustained]; Flaws: Range [Ranged]; Power Feats: Precise) [37/40] . . Serotonin: Emotion Control 12 (Extras: Independent, Total Fade; Power Feats: Mind Blank) [37/40] . . Shape Body: Transform 12 (living to living; Flaws: Range [Touch]; Power Feats: Incurable, Precise, Reversible) [39/40] . . Virus: Nauseate 12 (Extras: Range [Ranged]; Power Feats: Incurable, Reversible, Variable Descriptor [Viruses]) [39/40] Life Support: Immunity 12 (aging, disease, environmental conditions [all], poison, sleep, starvation and thirst, suffocation [all]) [12PP] Sense Life: Super-Senses 8 (Life Awareness [very common; accurate (mental), acute (mental), ranged (mental), radius (mental)]) [8PP] Tough: Protection 7 [7PP] DC Block Unarmed Melee DC 21 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Unarmed, Adrenaline Rush Melee DC 25 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Hardened Muscle Melee DC 27 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Atrophy Range DC 22 Fortitude (Staged) Slowed or Paralyzed Biological Disruption Perception DC 27 Fortitude (Staged) Damage (Energy) Cure Range DC 22 Fortitude Biological Effects Nullified Muscle Control Range DC 22 Fortitude Controlled Seratonin Perception DC 22 Will (Staged) Calm or Despair or Fear or Hate or Hope or Love Shape Body Melee DC 22 Fortitude Transformed Virus Range DC 22 Fortitude (Staged) Sickened or Nauseated or Helpless Totals: Abilities (52) + Saves (13) + Combat (38) + Skills (23) + Feats (12) + Powers (75) + Drawback (-0) = 213/215 Power Points