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Not all heroes are mythic gods, or billionaire, playboy, tech geniuses, or master mages. Some are men and women with minor abilities, or simply the courage to stand up to the tide of crime in their neighborhoods. They do not have the resources or support of the wold-saving superteams, but that does not stop them from carrying out their nightly battles for the soul of their city.

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  2. For SLH many times opponents will be "Extras". Extras are the waves of lesser goons and muscle that heroes generally beat the tar out of as they work their way up to bigger threats. Though for this game, there will be a few different types/levels of Extras; Goons, Thugs and Soldiers. Goons Goons are the bottom rung, lowliest and most numerous members of a gang, criminal mob, or even private security force. What they lack in capability they occasionally make up for in numbers. Hit or Miss: Goons roll 1d10 for their attacks, making it pretty easy for a hero to dodge, parry or otherwise avoid an Goon’s attack. Lightweight: A Goon has only three health levels: Hurt -1, Wounded -2 and Maimed -3. Regardless of dice penalties, a Goon always gets to roll 1d10 for an attack. Take That!: If a hero scores two or more extra successes on an attack roll against a Goon, he does not roll damage. Instead, the Goon is immediately struck down in spectacular fashion! The type of attack dictates whether the Goon is unconscious (bashing) or dead (lethal), though a lethal damage attack could possible not kill if the hero so chooses (such as possible dismembering or some other appropriate action). Thugs Thugs typically lead/oversee a group of goons and are sent on more important, though still relatively minor, tasks. They pose a real danger to average citizens, but less so to a hero. Triple The Odds: Thugs roll 3d10 for their attacks, making it not too difficult for a hero to dodge, parry or otherwise avoid an Thug's attack. Lightweight: A Thug has only three health levels: Hurt -1, Wounded -2 and Maimed -3. Regardless of dice penalties, a Thug always gets to roll at least 1d10 for an attack. Take That, And That!: If a hero scores three or more extra successes on an attack roll against a Goon, he does not roll damage. Instead, the Thug is immediately struck down in spectacular fashion! The type of attack dictates whether the Thug is unconscious (bashing) or dead (lethal), though a lethal damage attack could possible not kill if the hero so chooses (such as possible dismembering or some other appropriate action). Soliders Soldiers are the relatively rare, but better trained, motivated and equipped than Goons or Thugs. They often comprise 'hit squads', a bosses retinue of personal protection or a bodyguard to a Lieutenant. Competent: Soldiers roll 5d10 for their attacks, making them an actual danger to a hero. Not So Lightweight: A Solider has only four health levels: Hurt -1, Injured -2, Wounded -3 and Maimed -4. Regardless of dice penalties, a Solider always gets to roll at least 1d10 for an attack. Tough: If a hero scores four or more extra successes on an attack roll against a Solider, he does not roll damage. Instead, the Solider is immediately struck down in spectacular fashion! The type of attack dictates whether the Solider is unconscious (bashing) or dead (lethal), though a lethal damage attack could possible not kill if the hero so chooses (such as possible dismembering or some other appropriate action). Lieutenants Lieutenants are generally beneath the boss/clan leader/shot caller. They are not Extras, so their level of competence can vary greatly (often being something of specialists in certain fields/endeavors). They are the most common antagonists in leadership positions, with various (generally large) numbers of Extras at their command and/or side. Lieutenants can pose a true threat to a hero.
  3. Swara: Like, Origins N' Stuff

    So, I got to work, right? And Lenny was a complete jerk! By the way, thanks. Everyone at Knockers is calling me 'Baby Girl' now. So I get there, right? And... “I'm sorry!” Lenny spun around and away from Swara, dodging Kayla as she shot past him on a mission for her order that was already late. “My hands are tied, Baby Girl. Casey got a ride from her mom, she's here and I don't have the payroll to keep you on tonight.” “Oh, come on, Lenny! You called me! I came all the way down here and now you're telling me I'm just outta luck?” Her cheeks were flushed with anger. “It's Friday, we're going to make more than enough to cover an extra hand tonight.” “But not my spread for the Nicks game,” the portly man replied with a laugh. He hoisted up a crate of liquor bottles. “You try owing money to a Harlem loan shark darlin', we all got problems, kid, I'm sorry.” He walked away from her and headed out into the tap room where the party was already raging. He set the heavy crate down behind the bar and began restocking while his bartenders continued to fill drink orders. Swara followed him out and the roar of the crowd at the bar when they saw her was on par with a stadium of fans cheering for their favorite team. She smiled and doled out high fives and hellos and a series of other greetings from hugs to pointing to those in the background. Swara didn't have much going for her, but in the last couple of years in New York, she'd become something of a local celebrity at Knockers. She was friendly, bubbly, polite, and when she danced and sang to entertain the crowd she always managed to keep everyone's attention. People just generally loved being around her, and it showed in her increased tips. When she informed everyone that she wasn't staying to work the boos and 'awws' were depressing. “Don't blame me, I came to work! This is his doing! He said I have to go home!” She pointed to Lenny and shot him a smirk and she turned and walked back into the back while Lenny received the brunt of the slings and arrows of Swara's disgruntled fans. She was awarded some grim satisfaction as Lenny yelled and explained to everyone why he was sending her home... so that Casey could stay in her place. Everyone hated Casey. “Enjoy the bus trip home,” Casey said as Swara was pulling up the hood of her pink hoodie over her head. Casey was a brat of a woman if ever there was one. She was heading back to the tap room with a loaded tray of burgers for one of the hungrier tables. Self-centered and entitled to a fault she perceived herself as above everyone one of her other co-workers. In short, Swara hated her. “No worries,” she smiled back at the redhead. “Frat boy table?” She asked, noticing the burgers piled high on her serving tray. “Yeah, and?” Her tone implied that her time was being wasted. “Might wanna smear some whiskey between those B-cups, hun. Your flat... everything, isn't going to hold their attention as long as you think,” she smiled warmly and pushed open the back door, walking out into the alleyway. “G'night!” She walked to the end of the ally before her anger and frustration caught up with her. Cursing, she slammed her foot into a dumpster a few times. The dumpster protested it's abuse by not moving an inch. She paced back and forth in an attempt to calm down and figure out what she was going to do to make up her losses. Work paid the most, if she made good tips, but going out with Deidre would have easily netted her several hundred dollars. Old corporate guys loved to throw money at young, hot women to hang onto their arm for the evening. Sure, it made her feet a little dirty, but it wasn't like she slept with any of them. New York was a totally different culture that anything she'd ever known in her life. Here, it wasn't trashy... it was just... the way things were. Okay... it was a little trashy. Trashy that kept the lights on. Deidre was probably all the way in Midtown by now, so going out tonight was no longer on the menu. By the time she got home, changed, redid her make up, she'd be so late it was pointless. She cursed some more and kicked the dumpster again. She didn't loose her composure often, but when she did it was always a complete meltdown and always while she was by herself. She wasn't good at letting other seeing her at her weakest, and most vulnerable. She prided herself on her strength and perseverance. She wasn't clueless that she was clueless and certainly knew that in a city like New York that was a terrible weakness that could lead one down a dark path of being exploited and hurt and eventually chewed up and spat out by the city. She was determined to make it, however. One way or another she was going to succeed. She was going to show her parents and everyone back home that she could make in the Big City despite what all the naysayers said... which she was pretty sure was 'nay'. The streets of Bowery at night were cold in the late months of spring. It had been getting warmer during the days but at night the chill of forty to forty five degrees in the dampness of the light rains and drizzles that were common were encouragement enough to stay off the streets. Sure, the crime and gangs and deviants roaming the streets were a great reason too, but she was in skimpy leather shorts and her legs were cold... freezing took priority over crazies. She ducked into a family owned convenient store and in the bathroom she slid on a pair of sweat pants she kept in her bag, rounding out her pink ensemble. She bought a water and a snickers bar, well, the water really. Abha, the hindi woman running the counter gave her the snickers. The two girls had talked at length many times and got on really well. Swara was always there for other people with an extra quarter or dollar when they needed it and tonight Abha smiled and told her that her karma was catching up with her. Say what you want about New Yorkers, but if you're a good person, they're a good person to you. Most of the time, anyway. Not bad, the blonde thought as she stepped back out into the chill. She looked at the folded newspaper in her bag and pulled it out to have a look at the circled ad as she chewed her karmic reward. Maybe my night is getting better. Maybe my caramel is catching up to me.
  4. Swara: Like, Origins N' Stuff

    Like, Origins N' Stuff So, like, I suppose you're wondering how I ended up in this mess, Didi. First, sit down and I'll you all about it. Do you remember that night when I ended up having to work instead of going to the party where the gross old men were going to throw a few hundred dollars our way to hang on their arms all night? Free food, drinks, a couple lines in the bathroom, groovy time right? Well except that one time when I did my first line and was so amped up we almost got arrested. That weird cop friend of your will not stop calling me by the way. I appreciate that he totally let us go since you gave him my number, but he keeps calling me 'waifu', which is dumb because if he wants 'waifu' why doesn't he just go to the MacDonalds on 86th street? They have free waifu all day and all you have to do is order a coffee. Anyway, moving past Andy... this is how it all went down, and don't freak out. And stop looking at me like that, I know I screwed up... “Hey bitch!” Deidre poked her head into the apartment of her best friend and long time partner in crime. She was a tall brunette woman with with perfectly manicured fingernails and glossed lips. Tonight she was in heels and black party dress that tight, short, revealed enough of her hiked up cleavage that Swara knew she was up to no good tonight. “Where you at, ho?” She stepped into Swara's small living room. The lighting was terrible, threatening to siphon all the color and joy from anyone who basked in to for too long. Even the solid black of Deidre's dress seemed bland and depressing as she stepped from the hallway, which was no better. Her drab green wall were a combination of broken plaster and water stains. The living room was bare, just a large empty room with several pairs of shoes, some with no mates, strewn about in no discernible order. It connected to her bedroom and her dining room through separate doorways to her left and right respectively. The light from the kitchen, off from the dining room, was on and faintly lighting up the dining area's meek table that had a pile of envelopes that Deidre assumed was bills and local advertisements. Swara kept a pretty neat home, aside from the clothes she left everywhere like a teenage girl might. “In here!” Her friend called out from the bedroom. Deidre walked in to see her her friend pulling up black leather shorts that barely preserved her modesty over black lace panties that she was pretty sure were hers. Deidre had known Swara for about two years now, since her bestie first arrived in New York. It had taken Swara all of a week to end up broke, robbed, and trending late on all her bills. The blond bombshell wasn't much in the brains department, but Didi (as Swara called her) had to admit she was gorgeous. She wanted to pursue a career in music and singing, and with her looks, body, and voice, Didi knew she had the talent for it. “What the fuck, girl? I thought we were going out?” “I'm sorry,” Swara replied with a shameful whine to her voice. She yanked a white tee shirt off her dresser and pulled it over her head. It covered the matching bra and tightly hugged her frame. Her breasts now pleasantly advertised 'Knockers', as if anyone looking at her wasn't able to do the math on their own. “Casey called out, only two girls are there tonight, it's a Friday... they're going to be slammed. I'm sorry, Deeds... forgive me?” “Casey? The ginger? That bitch ever show up?” Deidre sighed, trying not to be mad, but Swara knew she was. They'd been planning this Friday party for a few weeks now. “Look, fuck them. That cesspool doesn't always have to be your problem, hun. Every time someone calls out, you're first on Lenny's list. Tell him to get someone else for once!” “I can't. Deeds, I'm a month behind on rent and it's due again in a few weeks, I need the cash. Lenny says I really bring the 'party crowd', and they tip really well. Don't know why any of the other girls don't but he says I do, sooo...” She shrugged, moving past Deidre to collect her scunci from where it was hanging from the lamp near her bed. She pulled her back into a tight golden ponytail. “Seriously, have you seen your booty in those shorts?” Didi asked with a raised eye brow. “No, why? Is it bad?” Swara turned and looked to her with a worried expression. “Because I have seven pounds I've been trying to loose since Thanksgiving. I totllly pigged out for like, three days over at that Buffet Buffet place on Flatbush. Oh, my, gawd it was sooooo good. Although I don't know why they named it twice.” She clulessly shrugged and went to rummaging around for the mate to the white Chuck Taylor she was holding. “Baby Girl, what's this?” Didi picked up a news paper lying on the nightstand where Swara kept her scrunci's. It had a circled ad for 'Medical Testing' with age old scam line of 'We Pay Well'. Poking her head up from the end of her bed Swara took a moment and guessed what she was holding. “Nothing, really. Something I was considering doing. They pay like fifteen-hundred bucks. It'd put me back in the blue. I could seriously use the money right now.” “It's back in the black, sweetie, and no it won't. Baby Girl, we've been friends for what? A couple years now? I have trained you to survive this city, girl... and honestly a bit surprised you've lasted this long because of how-” Swara looked at her with her clueless, doe eyes that Didi knew didn't have a whole lot going on behind them. The poor girl was a classic ditz, not because she was stupid, but because she was just... to darn sweet and adorable to let pure banality that was New York crush her spirit. She liked kittens, and the color pink, and she even named the rats in her apartment so they felt like they were more welcome. Swara was just in a class her own, so when came to being honest with her, Didi sometimes had a hard time with the truth. “Uh, pretty. How pretty you are. Because most girls as hot as you are turning tricks in strip clubs for that easy cash... but you keep powering through.” Her laugh would have been unconvincing to anyone else, but Swara smiled brightly, happy with the compliment. “Swara, this is a bad idea. What have taught you about New York, huh? What's Rule #1?” Swara's eyes rolled back and forth in thought for a moment and with a beaming smile she pointed proudly and proclaimed, “No ass play unless they make over six figures a year!” Didi flushed a bit red trying to hold in her laugh. “Uh, noooo, but it warms my heart you were listening that day. Swara, Rule #1 is don't trust anyone in this city.” She looked at her best friend, the worried look in eyes warned Swara of her genuine concern. “This could be a scam. I don't want you raped and dead in a dumpster while some douche bag sicko is selling your spare parts on Craig's List.” She approached her friend and cupped her cheeks in her hand, smooshing her face. “Promise me you won't do this,” the pause was a bit too long for her and her concern grew. “Swara, I'm serious. Please, promise me?” “Fine.” Like a child be scolded, Swara wasn't too keen on the idea of loosing out on that kind of money, but she was working tonight, so that would cushion her losses. “I won't go, but you gotta do my make up before I go to work, I'm tired and lazy and you're here.”
  5. Birth Name: Renata Hodges Code Name: None yet Vice: Hot Shot (gain willpower by overcoming extreme odds) Virtue: Bravo (spend willpower to avoid generally being a dick about beating someone) Inspiration: Mesmerist Allegiance: None Age: 19 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American Height: 5'7” Weight: 135 lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Handedness: Left Distinguishing Marks: None General Appearance: Abilities/Special Skills: Background: Sheet
  6. Adventure!: Street-Level Heroes - Character Profiles

    Birth Name: Ellis Delany Code Name: [TBD] Vice: Explorer (Spend Willpower to resist rushing forward blindly in pursuit of a juicy lead, however intangible, with no regard for the consequences.) Virtue: Expert [Academic] (Gain Willpower whenever you teach your chosen skill to someone or whenever you make a particularly impressive showing with that ability.) Inspiration: Daredevil/Stalwart Allegiance: None Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American Height: 5'8” Weight: 190 lbs Eye Color: Grey Hair Color: Blond-Brown Handedness: Right Distinguishing Marks: None General Appearance: With something of a receding frontline hair, fleshy face, slightly portly, Professor Delany seemed like an archetypal image of the collegiate professor. Abilities/Special Skills: Ellis Delany was already an accomplished academic in the realms of world history and cultures, more than enough to secure tenure at Columbia University. After the grant of puissance from the Presence, Ellis has found himself stronger, faster, tougher than he's ever been, with a kind of blindsight and instinctive knowledge of combat and other physical training at hand that at best might be rivaled only by the most rigorous of special forces programs. His professional experience also affords him a fair range of contacts both in Columbia University and the broader scholarly community. Background: Ellis Delany grew up around the world of the learned. His youth was spent in Washington DC, where his parents were members of the National Academy for the Arts and Sciences. This initial contact led to a lifelong love of history. He got his degree from Columbia University and proceeded to demonstrate a capacity to understand various fields of world study. Eventually, after the progressions of undergraduate, graduate and doctoral study, he earned a place with his alma mater as a professor and within several years secured tenure. It was when a friend offered him a chance to tag along in an archaeological dig in Slovenia that had uncovered evidence of a previously unknown culture. Observing the most unusual glyphic writing that dotted passages of the mountainside caverns, something gave way and Professor Delany found himself plunged into darkness. Battered and bruised, disoriented, Ellis heard and felt, something, someone he would later simply label the Presence. An amused voice. “Well, look at you. Mortals. Well, you're never boring. Tell you what, I'll give you power, to escape this gloomy prison and much more. All to do with as you wish – just use it.” Ellis' found the hazy blackness become more distinct and defined, and that was only just the beginning as he found his way out and back outside to the group. Back in New York, he has much to think about...
  7. Adventure!: Street-Level Heroes - Character Profiles

    Birth Name: Penelope Anne Pearson Nickname: Penny Code Name: Spider-girl Concept: Geek Girl Origin: Middle Class Vice: Caregiver Virtue: Survivor Inspiration: Stalwart Allegiance: Age: 16 Gender: Female Nationality: Caucasian American Height: 5'4” Weight: 98lbs Eye Color: Grey Hair Color: Dark Red Handedness: right Distinguishing Marks: None General Appearance: Average height for a sixteen year old girl, Penny is skinny, wears Glasses and dresses kind of weird. She wears mismatched clothes, socks of different colors some time even her shoes are different, she wears a lot of bohemian style dresses and she wears hats. Her clothing choices are a defense mechanism. After all if she looks weird no one will approach her. Abilities/Special Skills: Penny is a brain. While she may not be a genius she is close. She is an accomplished student of science with a special interest in Chemistry. She is an avid gamer and has a very large collection of comic books dating all the way back to the early eighties when her dad collected them. Personality: Penny is shy, not really introverted she just has a bit of low self esteem. She is skinny and flat as a board, which bothers her and in her mind not particularly pretty, boys don't find her very interesting so she has never come out of her shell. When she doe interact with others it is usually in the academic setting of School and she tends to be a little too Sciency and not very sociable. Interests: Science, Science Fiction, Comic Books, Gaming Background: Penny comes from a typical middle class family living in New York, meaning both parents work full time jobs and they are still just ahead of the bill collectors. Her father, Martin, works for the Transit Authority, her mother, Mary, is a floor manager at a downtown department store. Penny is an only child and is not at all like either of her parents. She is smart, sometimes to smart, is a typical book worm and likes to spend her time when she is not studying, reading about far off fantastical places or playing various fantasy or sci fi video games . She would love to play in a table top role plying gaming group but is too shy and the one time she tried she just sat and never spoke even when talked to. They didn't invite her back. Her intelligence and excellent grades got her admitted to the prestigious Advanced Academic School in Manhattan. While not a private school there are tuition costs and this makes Penny somewhat guilty knowing that her education is keeping mom and dad from getting ahead. At the AAS Penny has to apply herself more to meet the challenges and everyone of her classmates is as smart or smarter than her. Her life changed just a week ago when her class took a Field trip. The Pentex Corporation was a large contributor to the school and one of the leading cutting edge R&D Laboratories in the city, and that day Penny was going to be touring that wonderful place. It was all she had expected and more. The class was shown some amazing high tech research devices and a close up tour of the Labs Bio Chemistry department. It was during lunch that the the thing that would change Penny's life forever happened. In the Pentex Cafeteria, while her classmate all sat together and were discussing all the things they had seen so far, Penny had decided to sit alone and pick at her salad. She had chosen a corner table near a large leafy plant. Unnoticed by Penny or any one else a small strange spider was crawling on the plant. Now outwardly there wasn't anything unusual about the arachnid other than it's very presence in the fairly sterile environment of the lab but after all this was the dining area and there was a great deal of traffic from outside as well. No this spider was odd for a completely different reason. As Penny ate her lunch the spider had begun to lower itself on it's web, for some reason it was attracted to Penny's backpack and in short order had lowered itself to the backpack and begun crawling around. Penny and the rest of the kids finished their lunches and grabbed up their bags and gathered to continue the tour. Out side the cafeteria the building was much cooler and the spider seeking warmth crawled onto Penny's collar and then onto her neck. Felling the brush of the creatures legs on her neck she instinctively swatted where she felt it crawling. The spider assaulted, bit Penny and Penny swatted again this time catching the spider with the full force of the blow crushing it against her neck, the tiny arachnids fangs sank deeper and released it's venom before it died and fell into the folds of penny's dress. 24 hours earlier That same spider had been crawling through a large and , to it very weird world. In a warehouse a woman was being shown to w experimental type of Tanning bed covered in a “new lotion” she was placed in the bed and shut inside. The spider had crawled out of the wiring and tubes to find itself underneath the woman and was itself covered in the lotion then the bed was turned on. Much later after the woman had be removed and the warehouse emptied and all signs that they had been there cleaned up the van carrying the bed and the spider returned to the Pentex labs. Penny began feeling feverish on the bus ride back to school. She went home and straight to bed and that night she had dreams. Dreams of spiders and cells and blood and brains and hearts. In the morning she was different she had changed. When she found the dead spider in her dress she knew what had happened she grabbed a comic book from her collection and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Background Ally- Makayla Wells
  8. Swara-Ann Osborne / Power Girl Birth Name: Swara-Ann Osborne Code Name: None Nature: Charmer Vice: To tell anyone something they don't want to hear. Virtue: Clearly provide comfort and good cheer to another. Inspiration: Stalwart Allegiance: Age: 22 Gender: Female Nationality: Caucasian American Height: 5'7” Weight: 122lbs Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Blonde Handedness: Left Distinguishing Marks: None General Appearance: Simply put Swara-Ann is a lovely woman. Long blonde hair frames her perfect complexion; her cute nose defines her elegant face and her eyes are a dazzling, reflective shade of the purest sky blue. Stunning in the way most of the starlets out in Los Angles tend to be she seems perfectly capable of turning heads just about anywhere she goes. Abilities/Special Skills: Swara is the rare instance of an incredibly talented person that has no idea how talented they really are. All her life she's just been the sort of person that everyone can't help but like. Bubbly and perky at all times she's always been a very self-assured and confident person. She's a phenomenal dancer as well as singer, so much so that those in the local neighborhood generally come to see her perform when she has a show. Her indomitable charm, paired with her ebullient spirit and striking looks has allowed her to mingle with pretty much all of society. People frequenting her work have gotten to know her a bit, everything from gang members to well-to-do lawyers and executives. Swara knows a lot of people. Swara isn't very smart though. While educated, she's never really caught on to things very swiftly (or paid attention much), always focusing her attention on the things that make her or others happy. As a result, she's a bit of a ditz. Personality: Swara is a gem. No matter how bad the world gets, she's always an overflowing bucket of rainbows and smiles. That's not to say she never gets angry, has bad days, or is never mean. She's been in enough bad relationships and dealt with the worst sort of people enough time to toughen her up to the true face of the world. She doesn't like to be that way, but when she is it's always in the same extreme as her vivacious happiness. Interests: In her free time, when she has any, she spends her time hitting the nightlife of New York, trying to pursue her dream of being a big star. Lounging around, meeting up with friends and clubbing are about all there is to do for a low income hostess living off tips and minimum wage. During the day, she's been going to community college in an attempt to earn a 'singing degree' as she calls it. Background: Swara moved to New York from Iowa, where she grew up on a farm living the surreal life of an American country girl. Against her parents wishes, sure she could succeed, she hopped on a bus to make her start in New York. Within a week she'd been mugged, had her apartment broken into and all her stuff stolen, her savings along with it, and was essentially broke, with only the clothes on her back and a roof over head (until rent and utilities were due). No big deal though, right? She'd played Sims 4 enough to know how life in the big city worked (she has all the expansions). She went out, found a job and the rest is history. That was two years ago and she's just now beginning to get herself back on top of things. New York really isn't so bad once you get the hang of it. Bit by bit she's making things better for herself. A microwave here, a softer mattress there a few paintings on the wall to spruce up the place (and hide the water damage)... yeah, she's got it all figured out. She works at a place called 'Knockers', that used to be seedy, trashy bar modeled off Hooters but with a million times less the class. The place would be a strip joint, except the previous owner couldn't get the proper permits, so instead the girls served drinks and food and occasionally danced on the bar and tables. When Lenny took the place over, not much changed except the level of class. The girls still wear short skirts and skimpy shirts and dance on the bar and tables on occasion, but Lenny at least treat them right. While the place might be a dive, the owner, Lenny Gunderson, is a sweet and caring guy, despite being a bit of a pervert. He's old and honest though, swearing that the only he started the place was because he wanted to be surrounded by gorgeous ladies that loved him until the day he passed from this Earth. That's true New Yorker honesty right there. Under Lenny's management that place has become a bit of a hot spot for party goers and beer drinkers. With 24 beers on tap, some of the best burgers and pizza on the block, come on down to Knockers! Recently she answered an ad in the paper for volunteers needed for medical studies. Curious, she called and learned that they were studying a new formula for tanning lotion that had secondary dietary effects that would allow UV light to help burn fat away and reinforce muscle, so you could actually tan and get a work out at the same time! Plus it paid fifteen hundred bucks! Excited she answered the ad and met at the testing site, a converted warehouse under the I478 in the Columbia Street Waterfront District. Sure, it seemed a bit shady, but rent was due and in New York, you do what you gotta do. She did what was asked of her, slathering herself in this amazing tanning lotion and sat in the tanning bed. Hours later she woke up lying between two containers, her body hidden so no one would find her for days. She was covered in bruises, minor lacerations and she felt like her head had been bashed in with a hammer.It's been a week since all that has happened... she's healed up, in fact, no scars at all, and she feels great. She's lost that five pounds she's been wrestling with since Thanksgiving, and she's pretty sure she's more toned than she remembers... but whatever, she got her $1,500, rent is paid, bills are caught up, and she has to be at work in an hour...
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  10. Character generation is the same as in Adventure! with the following changes and considerations; The PCs are HEROES. That means they are basically good and will generally avoid killing. All PCs should pick their Inspiration type, but may purchase knacks from the other categories of Inspired (subject to approval). In a street level game, background become even more valuable (especially Contacts and Allies), as things like Allies are much closer to your level of capability. Background Enhancements are possible, but unlikely. A good explication must be given, , with several (such as Legions or Kingpin) being off limits. We will be using the optional Lethal Soak rule for the PCs. So your base Bashing soak is you Stamina and base Lethal soak is 1/2 Stamina (rounding down). You are heroes, after all. Keep in mind, damage will be mostly coming from punches, improvised clubs, knives and handguns, not q-bolts. So a double digit Lethal soak is not needed (and would actually be pretty damned rare). Taking Merits and flaws Aberrant/Trinity is possible. Just know they will need my approval. I think I will allow you each to pick an Att and allow that one to go to 6 during play (possibly with other bonuses too). It should be an Att that is fitting. Like for Swara (Dave) it might be Stamina, Strength (or maybe even Appearance). We can work it out. Not a decision needing to be made right now. I am also not opposed to possibly tweaking a knack, or making a new one, thereby making at least one knack unique to a PC (even if others have the RAW version of it). Just talk to me in chat, or PM or whatever. Remember, you can buy knacks with XP, so you do not need to spend all your TPs just on knacks during CharGen.
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