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  2. "You're wrong," Vesper said, just to buy time. When they paused suspiciously she went on. "It was Therion. Therion. Therion." A cold breeze picked up out of nowhere, carrying the smell of charnel. Similarly from nowhere, a shadow fell over the mages. A shadow in the shape of an immense figure in a tattered, flowing cloak, bearing a scythe of black iron. Even as she summoned the spirit of devastation, Vesper concentrated on defending herself. Dust and grit whirled up around her feet, pulled into a sympathetic orbit as she cloaked herself with telekinetic force. Meanwhile, the Therion's scythe descended in a vicious sweep, as if reaping grain. Therion Scythe Attack or Defense: 2d6+8 14 2d6+8 17 The first stroke cleaved through robes and flesh, sending blood flying in a broad arc that sprayed out garishly across the tent and earth. With speed that belied his size, and the size of the weapon, Therion whirled then and brought the scythe down again from the other direction. The three mages were bashed against one another from the force of the strikes, and then...came apart. Their bodies, faces frozen in horror and anguish, collapsed into one another...forming a grotesque slurry of innards, with heads and arms and legs seemingly poking out at random points. Without touching the ground, without making a sound, the shadowy spirit advanced on the half-dozen soldiers nearest Vesper then, interposing itself between her and them. Its smoky shadow fell over them then, unnaturally chill. Meanwhile, as Vesper dropped back away from the soldiers, she focused her eyes on the toughest-looking one and assaulted his mind with nightmarish images...a hellish montage of her own imagining, culled from horror movies and boy band footage. Mind Blast (drain Mind 2, ennervate 5, stun): 2d6+6 18 Maybe it was the sudden danger she found herself in, but her power seemed to explode out of her, crashing into the soldier's mind with almost physical force! (40 damage, drain Mind 2, drain 25 energy; damage is nonlethal)
  3. Death reigned on the battlefield. Soldiers from both sides were struck down, though far more from the Empire fell than the new nation's forces. Above them yuuki was in the air, inspiring the troops. If Tori had been available it would have been even more crushing to the enemy, but the Banshee was heavily damaged still. Vesper was brought brought before the head Mages, and found herself there with two of the Infantry division leaders as well. "So this is the spy? why not just kill her and be done?" "She knows why your magic has failed..." "So do we, it's why we sent the Black Shadows to handle it. Soon, they'll end that troublesome witch, and her guardian, and we'll blast this nation to rubble." The two Infantry leaders looked back to Vesper. "Well, it sounds like your usefulness, and your luck have run out then." Both of them drew near to her, even as half a dozen soldiers were blocking her escape. Clearly, they weren't just planning on her death, she'd be made an example of.
  4. A Day Unlike Any Other Jess pulled into the public parking area at the Fire-house where her dad was stationed and took an empty spot as close to where the engine bays were located. She sat there the jeep idling, absentmindedly rubbing her hand where the strange tattoo pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She should have been panicked, upset, but she wasn't. This thing the Starsign had chosen her, out of everyone on Earth. Her. But it hadn't told her why. It had made her a Marvel, one of the super-powered beings which where appearing more and more frequently in the wold. The Starsign an artifact/tool/weapon, imbued with a pseudo life-force, told her that it was her duty and destiny to master the the Starsign and use it's powers to protect and guide the Earth until it was ready to join the universal civilization. But she was only 20 years old how could she guide anything. Becoming a Marvel didn't scare her, in fact it was kind of exciting. But so many of them hid who they were and their actions while mostly for the good tended to sow suspicion and even fear. Jess knew that she couldn't do that, wouldn't wear a mask or hide in the shadows. If the Starsign was to be a symbol it would be a symbol that all could see and.... The knock on the door of the jeep startled her and she did give a little jump putting her hand out of sight she looked out at her father who was looking in. John Rhodes Jr. Stepped back as his daughter and only child opened the door and exited her muddy 4wd. That told him something right there, Jessica always cleaned her jeep as soon as she finished a trip so he knew that something was up her showing up at the station with a muddy Jeep. “Hi dad,” Jess said as she stepped into his welcoming hug. The embrace was so nice she felt the tension draining away. “Hi pumpkin. I was wondering when you would show up.” Jess leaned back and looked up a question in her eyes. “Bob, came in early this morning, to get something from his locker and talk to a couple of the other guys. He steadfastly avoided me and wouldn't even make eye contact. So I know you guys had gone up the mountain for the weekend and having him show I figured something had happened between you. I tried calling you but your phone kept going to voice mail. Any longer andwithout hearing from you and I'd have called the cops, and went and found Bob and beat it out of hi. So are you okay pumpkin?” John had placed his hands on his daughters muscular shoulders and gave her a fatherly smile. Jess gave a heavy and somewhat annoyed sigh, not at her dad but at Robert, she never used the diminutive nickname, a rookie firefighter and her boyfriend of six months, now former. “I'm fine dad, Robert and I broke up but that isn't why I'm here. Dad I need to show you something....” At that very moment the stations alarm blared and the controlled chaos that was a working fire station exploded to life. It looked like chaos as the men and women of Kingston Hose Co. #3 raced to and fro but it wasn't, each of these highly trained and dedicated firefighters knew their jobs and what was expected of them. Jessica stayed where she was for maybe three seconds as her dad quickly hugged her again gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and with a hasty “Gotta go!', raced off. Jessica watched as her father and the other fire fighter she knew and had worked with over the summer prepared to put their lives on the line again. After those seconds tick by she shrugged off her jacket and reached into the back of the Jeep where she carried her own personal response gear. She wasn't one to simply sit by and wait while others put their own safety at risk. As she ran to the large truck bays she saw her dad and the station chief and a couple of others in deep conversation “Multiple vehicle accident on the interstate, including an over turned tanker transporting hazardous material placard reading 5.2 still working on the exact contents. Ulster dept. is working two house fires and won't be responding East Kingston will have a truck on the way in 15, so we are it I want to roll in five,” said the chief. “Chief,” one of the Firemen also named John, spoke up, “we are short EMS for first response, looks like 45 minutes before any of them can break free.” “Shit,” barked the chief looking around. Jessica's dad was looking around too and saw her standing off to the side out of the way. He grimaced and the chief saw where and who he was looking at. “Rhodes,” he shouted and not at her father. “Grab a fire coat and sign in You ride with rescue.” He turned to John Rhodes and grabbed his arm. “She can stay in the truck unless we need her. It's not like she hasn't done it before.” Jessica called an affirmative but the others had already moved on except her dad who gave her a worried look. While she had often times worked sort of with her mother when they transported a patient to the emergency room, Fire Department policy kept immediate family members from working the same stations so the two of them had never actually been on a call before. She gave him a smile and a thumbs up then ran to the lockers and grabbed a spare coat and helmet before signing in and climbing into the Rescue truck. Sirens blaring the station emptied and men and women raced to save lives. Far above the Earth where the highest satellites orbited, a sphere of green reflective metal some 20 meters across popped out of hyperspace. The Nok, a Sindilian Gangster of no mean reputation, glared with his skeletal features at the small blue green planet below. The sight made him want to retch. This was not the sort of world he would normally care to visit but his ship had alerted him to a very rare occurrence. The Tr i-dimensional Transverteron scanner had detected a signal that, while it could not decipher the contents, had been identified with a 98% accuracy to be a Starsign activation transmission. Those in the know knew what that meant and The Nok was certainly someone in the know. The signal had originated here all he had to do was pin point it and then... The Nok turned its skeletal head and it glowing crimson eyes gazed with adoration at a plaque attached to the wall of his control room his chuckle sounded like a death rattle. Attached to the plaque were 4 broken shattered starsigns just like the one that had chosen Jessica Rhodes, with room for more. There were seven vehicles, including the tanker truck, Jessica could see as the rescue truck pulled into it's usual position. She immediately jumped out, ignoring what the chief had told her about staying put until she was called. The police and state troopers had beaten hem there and closed both sides of the interstate and set a good perimeter about 500 feet back from the immediate area of the accident. While the firefighter went about setting up to put out any fires Jessica took her medical bag and headed to where a small group of cops were gathered with several civilians sitting or lying on the ground. She counted eight persons on the ground two who were lying still, those sitting were brused and had what looked like superficial injuries. “Is this all of them?” “No,” answered on state trooper, “we couldn't get the truck driver out until you take a look at him he isn't conscious and may have serious injuries, and the last guy is in the car wedged under the tanker. Can't get to him at all, he's conscious but incoherent.” While the trooper spoke, Jessica was examining the crash victims she concentrated on the two laying before her. Both very seriously injured with broken bones and internal injuries. Their chances of making it lessened every minute and there was no ambulance to transport them, she was all they had. She looked up at the trooper and noticed that he was only a little older than her and very handsome. She didn't have a lot of time especially with two more probably seriously injured waiting for her. “Alright Trooper, can you take the rest of these behind the safe zone while I see about rousing these two?” The trooper glanced at the wounded and back at the wreck. “Okay, but don't take long that tanker is carrying class four and that car under it is a Tesla.” With that grim announcment the trooper gathered up theose capable of walking and started leading them to the parimeter. Meanwhile Jessica now not being watched closely laid a hand on the nearst chest and one on their forehead and concentrated. She felt two pulses her heart and that of the injured man, as she concentrated she felt the two pulses become one pulse and saw that the symbol on her hand pulsed as well energy flowed from her through the symbol into the crash victim. Organs mended bones knit. The man breathed easier and his eyelids began to flutter. She didn't know the mechanics of what she did or really how she knew what to do except that the Starsign had told her, not with words or texts not even with instruction. But it had told her nonetheless, in a voice that wasn't a voice but sounded like everyone she had ever looked up to, had respected. The internal voice of a mentor. It was that voice that had imparted everything she knew about the Starsign, a voice that had left so much more unsaid yet to be learned. Jessica quickly repeated the process with the other wounded driver this one a woman. As soon as both were awake, if somewhat confused Jessica waved over another cop, and asked him to take these two to outside the perimeter as well. Then she headed toward the truck. Several of the firefighters including the chief na her father were close to where the car was wedged under the tanker. She headed up to the cab where with the assistance of the rescue truck driver, also and EMT, climbed on the the overturned cab. He had made an initial assessment. “Likely spinal injury as well as a skull fracture, We need to get him out but unless they can get that battery in the Tesla removed we are sitting on a bomb. And the chief wants us to fall back until an engineer who can advise on that gets here.” “These guys don't have time for that Terry, We have to get both of them out now.” Without waiting for a reply she jumped down and jogged the few yards to where the chief and the others where looking at the problem. She paused to look in to see if she could tell anything about the driver but all she could make out was the top of the mans head and that he was moving slightly and moaned as if he knew she was there. “Rhodes! What the hell are you doing I told you to stay with the rescue truck,” yelled the chief. Instead of yelling back Jess jogged the few yards to where they were standing away from the wreck. “Sorry chief but I couldn't help anyone from the cab of a truck.” “Yeah well no harm I guess.” He raised his arm and made a circling motion and Yelled. “Everyone back!” “Chief we can't leave these two they can't wait.” “Rhodes, these Tesla pieces of crap have been known to explode after a wreck with even the slightest nudge. We got an engineer on his way by chopper who can remove the battery Thirty minutes and we'll know what we can do.” “They don't have thirty minutes.” She looked at her dad, “Sorry dad, I really wanted to tell you about this but looks like I'll just have to show you along with everyone else.” John Rhodes was about to ask what she meant by those cryptic words when his daughter raised her hand in a fist in front of her chest and he saw what looked like a tattoo of some sort of star on the back of her hand. His daughter didn't have a tattoo or at least she didn't before this morning. Then he saw it pulsing. Jessica shut everything out except the Starsign, she concentrated focusing on the pulse and the Starsign opened up. An aura of nearly translucent energy cascaded around Jessica. It was black light and it was incandescent fire, it was every color and none. The eyes of those right there saw something their brains had difficulty quantifying and each mind assigned something different. This was the cosmic energy of the universe collected, manipulated, directed. The energy sleeve surrounded Jessic and flared. Her clothing looked like it was being eaten, consumed by the aura like acid sprayed onto a canvas, but in actuality it wasn't being destroyed it was merely being altered the molecules rearranged, leaving behind the deep red and black suit with the silver star field and hovering above her forehead like a tiar the physical manifestation of the Starsign for all to see. The suit and symbol that identified the wearer, throughout the galaxy and beyond, as one of the Chosen, a bearer of The Starsign. Jessica looked at her father and the firefighters, saw the shock and on some the awe of what they had witnessed. She smiled at her father. “I'll explain what I can after I get these two out of this predicament. Right now dad, chief pull everyone back just in case this doesn't work.” Know that if she gives them the chance they will start in with the questioning so she doesn't she turns and rises into the air as effortlessly as she walks up a set of stairs and flies to the cab of the truck. Terry stares wide eyed as she descends onto the cab beside him. “Terry get down and stand clear I'll get him into condition to be moved and hand him up to you.” Again she gave her shocked associate no time to dwell and dropped into the cab where she replayed the same healing actions she had done earlier. The drivers injuries were more extensive and she only did what she could to stabilize him for movement. The she kicked out the cracked windscreen and grasping the roof peeled the thin metal back folding it up like it was no more that a tent covering. Once the obstacle was cleared she picked him up and carried him to Terry and another firefighter had a stretcher staring “Get him to cover just in case this thing blows, he still needs care but he is out of immediate danger from his injuries.” “Your one them, a Marvel.” Terry said the awe rolling off of him. “Terry I'm still me and I still have one more to rescue. Get him to safety please. We will talk later.” “Right.” Terry shook himself, “Come on Dave lets do what she says.” and the hefted the stretcher and began a gentle trot toward safety. Once Terry left with the driver Jessica moved back to the Tesla looking in where the battery was clearly visible “Hope this works,” she mutters as she reaches in and grabs both terminals! The electricity flows into her but instead of electrocuting her the Starsign absorbs the energy draining the battery in moments. As soon as the electricity was gone Jessica rips the battery from the car and tosses it aside. There explosive Tesla threat averted, car was already a totaled so no big. She then began to tear the car apart becoming her own personal version of the jaws of life. Using her own strength enhanced by the Starsign she ripped off the panels and the door and then pulled the seat back to get access to the driver who was in and out of consciousness. She healed him and gently extracted him from the wreckage and under the eyes of all the police and firefighters, including her father. As well as a news crew that had arrived, she rose once more into the air to float to where the ambulances where just now arriving. She was greeted with cheers as she landed and immediately was surrounded and had a thousand questions thrown at her. High above the earth The Nok had not been idel he had already activated the spheres stealth systems rendering it all bu invisible and had settled in to prep his various weapons for the fight to come. Taking down a Starsign was an accomplishment of great skill and tenacity, and The Nok had 4 to his name. This would be his fifth and would tie him with the notorious Shef. Starsigns were dangerous, even a newly minted one would be able to wield immense powers. So He had to act fast. As soon as the hero activated a power he would know it and where it was and then he would attack. This was a primitive civilization from what he could see so there was a good chance the Starsign would be completely surprised and have no idea how to fight advanced technology. As Nok finishes charging a double barreled disintegrator the detector sounded off again. He glanced at the read out he had the location of the Starsighn and soon he would have a fifth symbol for his plaque and the glory that went with it. Jessica did her best to answer questions and calm everyone down “I'll answer all your questions at an appropriate time right now we have to let the police and firefighters finish there jobs and these people have to be taken to the hospital!” But no one was listening they crowded her and she was still trying to gain control of the crowd when the sky erupted. A beam of green coruscating light flashed from the sky and connected to the ground about fifty yards away with a thunderous crash, it sizzled and flashed for several seconds before the beam withdrew back into the sky like a straw being pulled into the heavens bay an angry god, leaving a smocking crater with a bluish green mound in it's center. Slowly the mound began to unfold revealing a bipedal creature clad in metallic robe with a horribly archaic helmet on it's inhuman skill like head. The Nok had arrived. The crowd stared and Jessica pushed her way out of the press to stand in the open facing The Nok, she raised her hands shoulder high, hands open palms out ward in a gesture of peace and to show she was unarmed. “We mean you know harm...” The Nok raised it's weapon and fired, twin beams, negative and positively charged, struck Jessica squarely in the chest the energy enveloping her knocking her back into the crowd which scattered and ran all except the law enforcement members who drew guns and opened fired on the Nok. The thunder and smoke of gunfire filled the interstate as Jessica sat up tendrils of smoke rising from her unmarred suit. Her hands emitting cosmic energy which pulsed and crackled. John Rhodes had been rushing to his daughter side when she sat up he skidded to a stop. And went to his knee beside her and helped her stand. “What is that thing?” He wasn't sure if he was asking about the Starsign or the creature attacking them. “I don't know dad, I'll ask it after I kick its ass!” She steeped away from her father and raised her glowing hands and unleashed a cosmic blast at the intruder. Bullets whizzed by The Nok most missing, as the panicked police unloaded their fire arms, but a few hitting the monstrous being only to be tossed aside by some sort of force-filed the creature had. Laughing The Nok raised it's weapon and unleashed a fusillade of beams at the puny humans pestering it. Obliterating them had not been it's purpose there was little amusement in that instead his fire was meant to send them running in fear and confusion. It work now to collect his prize. He turned toward where the Chosen's body or what was left of it should be only to see the cosmic beam cross the distance and slam into his force-field with a crack with slit the sky and hurled him backwards. It still lived! “Get out of here dad let me handle this!” Jessica shouted as she launched herself into the air following her beams toward the evil (he had to be evil right?) Marvel. The Nok rolled to his feet and seeing The Starsign let off several shots in her direction before dropping the disintegrator and pulling out two molecular blades. Starsign dodged both blasts and slammed into The Nok who met her with flashing blades. The two spun and struck and dodge and parried with an occasion energy blast thrown in the exchange lasted several seconds and many blows and counter blows. The Nok was unsure of himself this Starsign was too powerful for newly chosen but it was a terrible fighter and didn't show much imagination but damn it was tough. With a flick of his wrist he threw one of his blades at the only other target in range the older human male that had run to the Starsigns aid. Jessica saw the razor like knife spinning toward her father and abandoning the villain blasted after it before it cut into her dad. She easily did this interposing herself between the blade and her father. Then with a scowl shouted, “Lets finish this!” And flew at him again putting all her might into her flight. The Nok had expected this and had acted appropriately after he had thrown his blade he had overloaded his Force field and set it to 500% drawn a blaster sidearm and as she flew toward him raised the deadly pistol. “Lets,” he hissed back at her. And shot the tanker. The explosion rocked the area rattling windows up to ten miles away, All of the cars added to the blast everyone was knocked to the ground blood flowed from ears and noses from the blast pressure but there were no fatalities among the humans which had been at least fifty yards away. All except one. Johnathon Rhodes Jr., Jessica's father, Fireman, husband, war-hero. Was bodily picked up and hurled some fifty feet by the blast where when he struck the ground he rolled limp and motionless his firefighting gear and most of his clothing blown or burned off. Jessica was knocked out of the air and while her power absorbed a lot of the blast directed at her not all of it had been taken in she landed near her father. Pain flowed through her she had broken bones and internal injuries but she felt the power of the Starsign still flowing and while her suit was torn and ren it's metallic sheen tarnished by the soot of the smoke her hands still pulsed with the power cosmic.. she opened her eyes and lay there a second then she turned her head and saw her father his eye staring at her empty, lifeless. Her breath caught her chest ached and felt like it would burst, she closed her eyes tight and opened them willing them to see something different but all she saw was her father. Dead. She screamed. The Nok had been standing next to the truck but the force-field had been turned to 500% and all that had happened to him was that his vision had been obscured by the flames as the heat and energy cascaded off of his protection and flowed away leaving him standing unharmed. As the flames cleared he knew that he was victorious there was no way a new Starsign could have survived that and even if it had it would be so badly damage he could finish it with his boot. The last thing he expected to see was the Starsign floating in front of him not two feet away. With a scream of anguish, rage, and pain Jessica flew at the alien killer and with both hands glowing with incandescent cosmic power brought them around with a mighty double fisted hammer blow at the same time unleashing the remaining cosmic energy she had absorbed from the blast. The Nok, had made a terrible tactical error. He hadn't taken the time to assess his target, didn't realize the this Starsign had an indomitable will far beyond that of any mere newly chosen she had a will that rivaled the oldest masters. The Starsign had chosen well. The Nok's force shield flared but it had already been over loaded and the blow and cosmic blast shredded it and sent the alien trophy hunter flying where it landed it wounded, unconscious, dying. Jessica landed by him and while she could have let him die and no one would have blamed her, she would have so she stabilized him, stripped off anything that even slightly resembled a weapon or technology and bound him with pieces of metal taken from the wreckage of the cars that had been destroy. She flew him back to the police and cautioned them then handed him over. Then she went to her father. She landed a few feet away and was astonished to find Terry and the Chief there doing CPR! He was alive! Jessica let the Starsign go and once again clad in the clothes she had been wearing before knelt to help Her own injuries and the exertions had let her drained and all she could do was stabilize him and ride with him to the hospital where her mom was waiting for them.
  5. Nadya's lips twitched in a small smirk when Grim's eyes went back to the phone, but her pale gaze lingered on the pale scar over his eye, wondering again how it had happened. She opened her mouth to ask, but when Grim looked back up at her and nodded, proclaiming his satisfaction, she nodded back, mouth spreading in retail grin. She enjoyed browsing as much as the next girl, but the best customers were the ones who knew what they wanted and didn't dither of decision for a thousand years. You usually couldn't upsell them, but on the other hand, you could make ten sells for every dithering. "Alright then, good choice," Nadya said. "Let me grab you some of the accessories and get you rung up." Nadya disappeared behind the counter for a moment, then popped back up with a cardboard box full of electronic brick-a-brac. "Charger for the phone, phone case - do you want Minions or Bedazzled?" she said, holding up a case in either hand for his inspection, grin broad and eyes sparkling. Grim's stoic bland expression still seemed to radiate affront. "Nah, I'm kidding, I wouldn't wish these on Mercedes and her Pink Slip Amazons... well, yeah, I totally would. Here, black." With practiced motions, she slipped on the textured rubber and plastic over the phone and handed back to Grim, then began digging in the box once more. "Power-cord for the Chromebook." She plugged it into the Chromebook to make sure it fit. "Oops, not that one, this one-" She was interrupted by a rap at the cash counter. She and Grim both looked around to find László hanging his cane on the counter once more. "No, be giving the boy the newest Chromebook we are having. Same price. He is missing much, and is having much to catch up on." Nadya raised her brows in surprise. "I swear, he has hearing like, um - I don't know who the Egyptian Heimdall is, so, like, Heimdall's," Nadya whispered. The shop was quiet save for the soft skirling of violins over the speakers, but they hadn't been speaking particularly loud. "He always knows everything going on in the shop." Grim gave Nadya a muted shadow of a smile, then met László's gaze directly. "I appreciate the offer sir, but it isn't necessary. This one is sufficient." "Bah!" László waved a dismissive hand. "I am expecting more than only sufficient from my daughter, and I am thinking you are expecting more from yourself, boy." He gave Nadya an assertive, pointed nod before his eyes shifted back to Grim. "Speaking of the sufficiency, my little daughter-" "I'm not that short," Nadya huffed, putting away the two Chromebooks she had brought of for Grim's inspection and pulled out another, a little bigger than the others, and while clearly a newer model, the lid showed the scuffs of hard use or little care. She pulled out another box, slim, the corners beaten and opened it up, showing neatly arranged cords with twist ties, and styrofoam packing, leaving a perfect fit for the laptop. "-is not being sufficient to be helping me with the shop, she being often busy with other... things." Nadya blew a raspberry. "I am thinking I am needing more help. Are you being interested? You are being the growing boy still, I am seeing the signs, and I am thinking you can be using more of the money. Some of your wages, it would be going to make up the difference."
  6. Yesterday
  7. Name: Triessa Elrich Super-Nom-de-Plume: Hex Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Age: 25 Manner: Serious/Sarcastic Value Who: Family/Clients Value What: Friendship Attitude: No one will hurt me again Appearance Triessa is a pretty average looking 25 year old with short brown hair, thin-rimmed glasses, and a nice smile...when she tries to use it. She likes sweaters in dark hues, comfortable-fit pants, and sneakers. In her 'superheroic' form, she is taller and shapelier, pale-skinned with a tight black bodysuit and a flowing cloak made of shadows that writhe and roil around her. Background After enrolling in Chicago State University and getting high enough marks to qualify for honors studies, Triessa unexpectedly dropped out of all her courses shortly after being released from the hospital after a serious incident involving a home invasion. What she had discovered, in the worst possible way, was that her parents had been some kind of protectors of ancient secrets, and that she had lousy taste in boyfriends...and now they were gone and she had a lot to learn in a very short period of time. After some time immersing herself in the study of the library of magic she had inherited with the disappearance of her parents, she needed a way to make ends meet. Triessa decided that being a private investigator would be perfect, since it would help her build skills she'd need to find her folks. That search however led her to some dark and dangerous places, and even more dangerous people. After nearly being jailed for a crime she didn't commit, Triessa saw some value in separating her magical hijinks from her public persona. For this she invented the appearance of 'Hex,' a mystic illusion she could create around herself to protect her legal person and business from the consequences of sometimes being involved in high-octane adventures. Powers Triessa is an exceptional and driven person, but her only truly superhuman ability is an uncanny facility at comprehending and using the ancient magical arts. Heir to a bloodline that has included some of the most powerful sorcerers in history, she has only begun to truly comprehend that potential that lies at her fingertips. Unfortunately, that is also true of many other interested, and far less benevolent, powers. Stats
  8. Appearance: Unremarkable in build and height for a young woman in her early twenties, Alison's façade of normality falls apart soon as anyone realizes she's almost always floating at least an inch or two off the ground. She dresses in hand me downs from those she's rescued in the past, a hobo hodgepodge of rough-washed garb she compliments with a cheap black domino mask and cape when engaged in hero work, also hand me downs from a fan. Known Powers: Much, much stronger than she looks and capable of flight, Alison can achieve and endure orbit without any apparent difficulty, able to take passengers along for the ride. Superhuman toughness aside, there's definitely something going on under the skin, flashes of metal in the deeper wounds she's endured in her short heroic career, the reaction time that seems almost independent of her eyes, ears, and evident training. Public History: Internet rumors of Alison's activities in rural areas around the world started popping up five months ago, blurred photos of a figure in a tattered yellow jumpsuit. Her adoption of the moniker 'Mega Girl' occurred three months after that, about the first time she showed up to help with an evacuation clad in civilian attire with the cheapest of nods to the conventions of the calling. Mocked online as the 'hobo heroine' by those who haven't been helped by her, she's skittish around authorities once a crisis is over, quick to retreat to somewhere she can start again in relative anonymity. There is zero concrete information about her before these five months, leading to a plethora of theories about where she came from. What is known for sure about Alison is her bottomless dumpster of an appetite, a good meal the quickest route to her good graces.
  9. This thread is for you to post the fictions I asked for. To clarify, this isn't the origin of your powers, that's in your backgrounds What I'd like here is the origin of why you're a hero. Why choose this path.
  10. Last week
  11. Summer and Autumn Astovik Name: Summer and Autumn Astovik (identical twins) Moniker: 'Solstice' (individually) or 'Equinox' (when combined) Origin: Transformation Gender: Female (hence 'sisters') Ethnicity: Caucasian, with typical pumpkin spice latte white girl problems. Age: 20/20 Hair: Black/Reddish-Orange Eyes: Purple/Vibrant Green - Height: 5'8" - Build: Athletic - Weight: 130lbs./126lbs. Manner: (Summer) Friendly and outgoing. (Autumn) Fun-loving but logical. Value Who: Family [Her sister (both), Father - Mortimer Astovik] Value What: Friendship / Love Attitude: People are endless sources of wonder. Birthplace: Los Angeles, California Status: Filthy Stinking Rich (Well, dad is.) Appearance: The Astovik twins are very rare identical twins. In fact, only their nuclear DNA can tell them apart. Unlike a lot of twins, however, the sisters have spent their entire lives changing their appearance and taking steps to not look the same. Their natural hair color is a deep auburn (don't tell them I told you that). Today, Summer's hair is deep, jet black (the color of soot) while Autumn wears hers as a vibrant shade of reddish orange (the color of Autumn leaves). Background: The Astovik sisters are the daughters of a very affluent senator from California. Before he was a senator he was a very successful philanthropist and made a massive fortune in Silicone Valley trading and deals. As a result the sisters were raised without a single need or want in a lavish life of entitlement. One would think that this would bring to very spoiled, very mean girls into the world but instead they are the exact opposite. Their father is likely one of the only honest politicians on the planet and he raised his daughters to be honest and hard working as well. When it was time for them to head off to college they refused their father's assistance and insisted that he allow them to make their own way. As a result he generously helps them out with college on their birthday and a few holidays as long as they remain employed and keep their grades up. Summer is a passionate extrovert who is out going, flirty and fun if a bit cocky and head strong. Autumn is a quiet introvert who enjoys education, reading and intellectual pursuits. Both are friendly and fun-loving individuals although Summer is more the 'party girl' who is generally dragging sister along for the ride. Their constant clash in personalities generally lead the two to being in constant arguments and fights as Autumn is generally trying to keep the two afloat while Summer is partying and enjoying her college years. Powers: Summer controls fire while Autumn controls water. They use their powers in a variety of ways from blasting enemies outright to even shaping various weapons and protections from the elements. Each of the sisters is also able to fly and possesses an increased resistance to harm (damage seems to 'flow' around their bodies like things may pass through flames or water without disrupting the fire or the river).
  12. Columbian Gender: Male Ethnicity: Latino Age: 29 Background: Since the end of the Second World War, the secrets to reliably unlock super-powers have been a Holy Grail for governments, corporations and other powerful groups. In America, a government program known as Project Columbia sought to hit upon a method for enhancing men in sheer human ability, efficiently producing super-soldiers. The person picked for the inaugural run was Lieutenant Daniel Ramirez, a son of Mexican immigrants who had pushed past many challenges, including a racist commanding officer to achieve some distinction. Project Columbia's backers offered him many rewards, but in truth all that was required was the phrase 'for your country.' The Columbia Formula succeeded brilliantly, the combined genetic and chemical therapies changing an average but determined man into a mental and physical paragon, indeed also possessed of a healing factor. Sent out against terrorists and other high-risk missions, the newly dubbed Columbian was a great success story. Until it all went wrong. Daniel Ramirez discovered that Project Columbia had been corrupted nearly from the beginning by the Hecatoncheires organization, intent on using their creation to produce an army! Unfortunately, the Hundred-Handed Conspiracy misjudged him, and Columbian exposed and brought Project Columbia down - however the fate of the Columbia Formula remains unknown. Afterward, AEGIS recruited Columbian, as a more above-board opportunity to aid America. They provided him with the 'solid energy' devices that became part of his trademark image. Stats
  13. Nina

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    Memorial day weekend we are going out of town for a wild and crazy romantic weekend in new orleans. do not expect anything from me until i return tuesday then we will see where things lie. I may show up on chat or discord occasionally but don't count on it. if anyone has anything they need from me before I leave friday let me know asap thanks
  14. ...And that is how they started shipping us in the fanfics.
  15. Jessica Rhodes Starsign Origin: Transformation Stats Background Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Age: 20 Hair: Brown - Eyes: Blue - Height: 5'3" - Build: Muscular - Weight: 130 Lbs Manner: Serious/Sober Value Who: Family [Father-Johnathon Rhodes Jr. - Former Naval Corpsmen now a Fireman, Mother- Alicia Rhodes – Emergency Trauma Nurse, Grandfather (P)- Johnathon Rhodes Sr. - Captain US Navy Ret., Grandmother (P)-Jessica Tatum-Rhodes – History Professor, Grandfather (M) Alan Turner – Judge, Grandmother (M) Olivia Turner, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins on both sides Value What: Friendship Attitude: Every person is a unique and valuable individual Birthplace: Kingston, New York Status: Well Off Background (What you can get with google)– Jessica Olivia Rhodes was born in Kingston, New York and has lived there all of her young life surrounded by a loving nurishing family. Both side of the family can trace their roots in the area back to the revolutionary war in which they served and fought for Independence from British rule and members of the family went on to serve in every branch of the military in every war the United States has fought in. But the Rhodes and the Turners were not only soldiers, they were also Doctors, teachers, traders, industrialist and everything in between. Both sides of the family take great pride in their long history and in their country. So it is no surprise that Jessica grew up with a clear sense of pride, patriotism and duty, a love for her country, and a willingness to serve and sacrifice for others. Short at 5'3” but very fit due to a love of sports and all things outdoors, she was a tom boy until her early teens when she blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Since high school she had attended KCSU* under the nursing program with the intention of following in her mothers footsteps. During the summers she has worked as a EMT and is certified. Being among the first responders as further strengthened her need to help others. Since becoming Starsign, she has ceased attending school and has put her plans for following her mother into nursing on hold, not to anyones surprise. As Starsign Jessica has never considered calling herself a vigilante, she has never hidden her identity and has openly answered questions as frank and truthfully as she is able. However once she revealed herself as Starsign she has made it a point of doing whatever she could to help people everywhere she could and has done some things that squarely fall under the label of vigilantism. * Origin:
  16. Heya Nina. I'm still interested in my cold-blooded criminal as a character, and you did mention having some ideas for him. I completely understand if you don't want to start new stories, but if you are taking requests then I'd be happy to write as Casimir. Alternatively I can shelve him for use later on.
  17. NPCs who merit full sheets and bios will be posted here.
  18. This is where you post your character profiles. Please post what is public knowledge openly, anything that is hidden, post in a spoilerbox. I do not require sheets to be posted here, but I do ask that you post a character picture in your profile.
  19. His archfoes are a group of fragile heavy-hitters collectively called The Glass Houses. He actually used to be a member, but they threw him out.
  20. I will look at things after this weekend and my vacation trip. Hopefully that will reinvigorate my enthusiasm. I will make no promises but I don't like leaving things unfinished it makes me feel like I failed. max most of us are in discord sitting quietly just like we do in chat so...join us if you can
  21. I would like to confer with you, Nina, on a couple of things. Was hoping to do it in chat, but that seems not to be an option. I'll PM you when I get a chance.
  22. You won't receive requests, Nina. The sad truth is most gamers are lazy and complacent, they won't actually reach out to find out what's going on. They'll sit and monitor the thread, waiting for someone to bait them or the ST into giving up something so they can chime in with something that appears to be interest. Like I just did. Anyway, I'm down for finishing out the threads. I'd pick it up afterwards, but we all know I'm not in a position at the mo' to take on more games.
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