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  1. It states in the rules that the two stack with the other.
  2. In my games, when a Doyen died, it petrified into a solid white substance comprised mostly of glucose. They were ground up into a powder and then processed into delicious sticks that children would dip into various flavored packets of powder. We then visited the moral implications of society's actions and whether or not those actions were justified based on facts like: if they didn't want to be eaten then why did the space gods make them delicious. We came to the conclusion that Earth wasn't to blame, it was indeed the Doyen's fault for being yummy. Y'know, just a thought.
  3. Warren Jillian Verona Description/Background Warren Jillian Verona (call him Jillian, I dare you) is a 16 year old boy with a rap sheet as long as a grown man's arm. Although some would consider him handsome it's hard to tell with the way he wears his long hair covering his eyes and he doesn't take much care in his personal appearance. Jeans, combat boots, a band t-shirt and his trademark leather jacket are usually his typical choice of attire. Years of fighting in the streets and running from the police have made him very fit and athletic. His abusive father left him with several scars on his back and chest, it's for this reason he's rarely seen without his shirt. He has dark hair, piercing dark eyes. Warren grew up on a streets of Detroit stealing, fighting, and hustling for as long as he can remember. His father is an abusive alcoholic who hasn't held a legitimate job for longer than a few weeks before he went back to petty crimes, credit card fraud, fencing and just about any other form of larceny one can imagine. He's never met his mother, his father doesn't bring her up, and talking about her earns a strong backhand at home. Warren's life to this point has been nothing more a series of arrests, petty crimes, back alley brawling and getting jumped by rivals, enemies, or his fellow down trodden. He has no siblings as far as he knows. At 16 years old, Warren has already given up on people and life in general. His life has been hell; a series of hospital visits to mend cracked bones or stitches from a brawl. His father has only ever shown interest in his son when he needs him to steal something of deliver a 'message' to one of his rivals on the streets. All that's left of Warren is a soulless young man who is waiting until he is old enough to become his own man and finally leave and walk his own path in life. On the opposite side of the same soulless coin is a young man who resents the very person he's become. Although he'd never admit it, he feels that with every crime he commits and every charge added to his rap sheet he comes closer to being the very man he despises more than anything: his father. It's for this reason he sometimes tries to do something good under the disguise of being self-centered and too tough to care. Although not a bully, his tactless mannerisms and 'go fuck yourself' attitude usually never leave him without options for a brawl. For the negatives in his life Warren has one thing going for him: he's a prodigy. Although raw and completely untapped, Warren is a young man with amazing potential, and not just magically. His knowledge of computers, programming, and hacking are borderline on the MIT Autistic scale. Whatever he wants a machine do to, it will do. He hacks phones, security systems, cars, if it has a satellite or wireless connection (and seriously, what doesn't these days?) he can make it his bitch in a matter of moments. What he doesn't understand is that he's manipulating primal forces, focusing those forces into his passion for tech, and the tech is simply bending to his desires. Warren, although aware that he's using magic, has never been one to grasp the 'logistics', sometimes you just have to through the science out the window and go with what you know. He posses very little knowledge of how magic works and lost his faith in the world a long time go, to date he's been coasting on pure magical talent. Today, for those brave enough to approach him, Warren offers his services in a variety of ways, from bootlegging Blu-Rays, getting his hands on some hard to find item, or even unlocking their smart phones so they get free cellular service. He is a legend among the nerd crew for a list of passwords to porn sites he 'let slip' some time ago. They still dare not approach him unless they've the numbers to bolster their courage, but it's silently accepted among Ravenhurst that bullying is a sure-fire way to end up with Warren in your face, and no one wants that. Ask Danny Lansky... on second thought don't... his jaw is still wired shut. The Faculty still hold out hope that Warren can be rehabilitated, his quiet acts of goodwill and stepping up to battle bullies is a definite sign of hope but when he goes after something that earns his ire, he does so violently and without mercy. ATTRIBUTES KNOWLEDGE ● CONVICTION ● TALENT ●●●● TECHNIQUE FITNESS ●●●●● ●● ADVANTAGES Adept (Talent), Total Bad-Ass, Tough-as-Nails, I Have One (he steals a variety of things), Peak of Perfection DRAWBACKS Bad Luck (Look at his life...), Poverty (steals or hustles for the things he wants/needs), Mean (he's a dick) INPIRATIONS -In 10 Things I Hate About You, the last name of delinquent character played by Heath Ledger was 'Verona' -In the Faculty, Zeke Tyler (played by Josh Hartnett), was a delinquent character who, despite his crappy upbringing was a genius with a butt-ton of untapped potential. -Watchdogs, Watchdogs 2, the protagonists use a smart phone and a variety of gadgets to make anything hooked to the grid do their bidding... like magic.
  4. So, this is what I came up with... let me know if I did it right. Warren Jillian Verona Description/Background Warren Jillian Verona (call him Jillian, I dare you) is a 16 year old boy with a rap sheet as long as a grown man's arm. Although some would consider him handsome it's hard to tell with the way he wears his long hair covering his eyes and he doesn't take much care in his personal appearance. Jeans, combat boots, a band t-shirt and his trademark leather jacket are usually his typical choice of attire. Years of fighting in the streets and running from the police have made him very fit and athletic. His abusive father left him with several scars on his back and chest, it's for this reason he's rarely seen without his shirt. He has dark hair, piercing dark eyes. Warren grew up on a streets of Detroit stealing, fighting, and hustling for as long as he can remember. His father is an abusive alcoholic who hasn't held a legitimate job for longer than a few weeks before he went back to petty crimes, credit card fraud, fencing and just about any other form of larceny one can imagine. He's never met his mother, his father doesn't bring her up, and talking about her earns a strong backhand at home. Warren's life to this point has been nothing more a series of arrests, petty crimes, back alley brawling and getting jumped by rivals, enemies, or his fellow down trodden. He has no siblings as far as he knows. At 16 years old, Warren has already given up on people and life in general. His life has been hell; a series of hospital visits to mend cracked bones or stitches from a brawl. His father has only ever shown interest in his son when he needs him to steal something of deliver a 'message' to one of his rivals on the streets. All that's left of Warren is a soulless young man who is waiting until he is old enough to become his own man and finally leave and walk his own path in life. On the opposite side of the same soulless coin is a young man who resents the very person he's become. Although he'd never admit it, he feels that with every crime he commits and every charge added to his rap sheet he comes closer to being the very man he despises more than anything: his father. It's for this reason he sometimes tries to do something good under the disguise of being self-centered and too tough to care. Although not a bully, his tactless mannerisms and 'go fuck yourself' attitude usually never leave him without options for a brawl. For the negatives in his life Warren has one thing going for him: he's a prodigy. Although raw and completely untapped, Warren is a young man with amazing potential, and not just magically. His knowledge of computers, programming, and hacking are borderline on the MIT Autistic scale. Whatever he wants a machine do to, it will do. He hacks phones, security systems, cars, if it has a satellite or wireless connection (and seriously, what doesn't these days?) he can make it his bitch in a matter of moments. What he doesn't understand is that he's manipulating primal forces, focusing those forces into his passion for tech, and the tech is simply bending to his desires. Warren, although aware that he's using magic, has never been one to grasp the 'logistics', sometimes you just have to through the science out the window and go with what you know. He posses very little knowledge of how magic works and lost his faith in the world a long time go, to date he's been coasting on pure magical talent. Today, for those brave enough to approach him, Warren offers his services in a variety of ways, from bootlegging Blu-Rays, getting his hands on some hard to find item, or even unlocking their smart phones so they get free cellular service. He is a legend among the nerd crew for a list passwords to porn sites he 'let slip' some time ago. Thy still dare not approach him unless they've the numbers to bolster their courage, but it's silently accepted among Ravenhurst that bullying is a sure-fire way to end up with Warren in your face, and no one wants that. Ask Danny Lansky... on second thought don't... his jaw is still wired shut. The Faculty still hold out hope that Warren can be rehabilitated, his quiet acts of goodwill and stepping up to battle bullies is a definite sign of hope but when he goes after something that earns his ire, he does so violently and without mercy. ATTRIBUTES KNOWLEDGE ● CONVICTION ● TALENT ●●●● TECHNIQUE FITNESS ●●●●● ●● ADVANTAGES Adept (Talent), Total Bad-Ass, Tough-as-Nails, I Have One (he steals a variety of things), Peak of Perfection DRAWBACKS Bad Luck (Look at his life...), Poverty (steal or hustles for the things he wants/needs), Mean (he's a dick) INPIRATIONS -In 10 Things I Hate About You, the last name of delinquent character played by Heath Ledger was 'Verona' -In the Faculty, Zeke Tyler (played by Josh Hartnett), was a delinquent character who, despite his crappy upbringing was a genius with a butt-ton of untapped potential. -Watchdogs, Watchdogs 2, the protagonists use a smart phone and a variety of gadgets to make anything hooked to the grid do their bidding... like magic.
  5. ...I'm nothing if not predictable.
  6. Where exactly would the 'broken home criminal' types fit in? The angry bully kids who like to fight with the jocks for picking on the nerds.
  7. My father retired from an areospace space division. He helped design and build a majority of 'next generation' space exploration equipment. Things like vehicles, capsules, suits and gear that humanity could use when we decided to explore the stars. It's pretty shocking the things they made, but what's more shocking are the things the didn't make. I've seen some pretty cool things made from currently existing technology that would surprise us, but the things he told me they were capable of making but didn't, is what really made me a sci-fi nerd. Get a few beers in him and he'd talk up a storm and one of the coolest things he'd tell me about was the experimentation of various weapons in ZeroG as well as a vacuum, and you'd be surprised at how far the space weapons development was coming along. As a GM I'm not concerned too much with the science behind things, as long the players are having a good time, but I support Abber's original point: as GMs and Players, it is a good idea to know how all this stuff works. I'd like to add though: 'as long as you and your troupe care enough to use it all'. Don't smother your players with science. Chances are they don't care.
  8. It didn't take Nadya long to reach the rest of the Band. Within moments everyone was in a mass text, checking in with updates. They all gave a sigh of relief when they heard the others were safe as well as their respective families. While the Gods weren't around to sign autographs, their presence, however was definitely felt. Austin knew there'd be a price for this boon one day, but what would that cost be? He silently pondered as he texted everyone to let them know he was okay. Quickly the conversation steered towards who was coming to pick up Laurel. Things died down and got back to normal, well, as normal as their lives were anyway. Rachel and Fisher text the Band to let them know they'd be back in Salem soon, and boy did they have a story to share. Everyone agreed to meet up later at the school, since that's where Victor was heading to deliver his side of the story to Archimedes. The Band was gathered outside in the parking lot, talking amongst themselves about the events of the evening. Everyone agreed that Marius was a bastard that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted out of Salem, the biggest problem now seemed to figure out what it was he was after and try and stop him. Victor's Charger pulled in and parked close to where everyone was gathered around ten o'clock. He stepped out and didn't give anyone much of a hello, he just walked towards the doors like the Band was invisible. Typical. Rachel was riding shotgun, and when she got out he popped the seat for Fisher and out he stood with a gigantic (yet adorable) wolf pup in tow. "Well," Austin started, "looks like we all have some interesting stories to tell."
  9. I did up a fire arms document, got as far as pistols... It's not bad, but it's not excellent either. Tech powers were something I didn't get around to because there was an ongoing debate as to whether tech powers were equipment based or skill based. With Biotics it's something like magic, your character has to learn it and generate that power from within, but with Tech Powers... it's just fancy use of an omni-tool. I could work one up, but it'd be awhile. Probably not until after I get out of basic training.
  10. I hadn't heard that. Huh. As far as systems go, it's a lot of fun, I wish they'd just tweak it for a more modern collection of gamers. And the biotic powers are attached to this post. If I can help in any other way, Jordan, lemme know. Biotic Powers.doc
  11. I looked at the pdf and doc above, those aren't mine. I never wrote those and I've no clue who did. A good read though, nonetheless. I do have the original document still, it's on a drive for all my RPG stuff. I'd be happy to share it with you, the Alternity Mass Effect game Vivi and I played was some of the most fun we've had with the Alternity system. I'll post it up, give me a day or so to find it.
  12. Hundreds of nick-knacks and do-dads fell to the floor in a cacophony of pings and rattles.Silver forks and a matching set of fine plates hit the ground with a rattle and that little wobbly noise discs make when they refuse to just fall and instead just roll about edge over edge. Lazlo had worse beatings, that was for sure, these were amateurs, but cleaning up the place was going to be a pain he wasn't looking forward to. He'd never dreamed that he'd be thrown over his own counter, but then again, he never thought he'd hook up with a Goddess... so his life, so far, was pretty much following it's expected flow chart. All he had to do was hold out just a little while longer. Nadya would be here soon, he just had to hold out. He tried to stand but his arms were already feeling like Jell-O. Thankfully the men beating him were kind enough to lift him to his feet. "You... you gentleman. Thank you. I seemed to have taken a spill... I really should clean this place up." He smiled at them with red stained teeth. His hair had fallen into his eyes, sweat and some blood had given it a slick, shiny look. "You here long? I offer you something to drink? Coffee?" One of the men slammed his fist into Lazlo's jaw, his head jerked violently and would have fallen if not for the two men holding him up. He managed to lift his head up, his eye were glossy and dizziness threatened his wakefulness. "Not coffee drinkers. Tea then?" He mustered another defiant smile. The thug smiled back as he balled up his fist for another blow he turned his gaze to the door though as it swung open suddenly and the street light outside bathed a silhouette in shadowy light. Lazlo fell to the floor as the two men holding him let him go to turn their attention on the newcomer who'd not yet been retrained and beaten in an unfair fight. "My daughter! Ha! Nadya! You show these men how we deal with their kind in old country!" Lazlo's savior stepped out of he shaded light and allowed the angle to capture his features. It was not Nadya. It was a young blonde kid with a deep tan and radiant hair that almost seemed to shimmer in the light. He wore it tight in a pony tail. A hemp cord was around his throat with several beads woven into it. The light didn't just accent him, it seemed to kiss his skin in just the right way that there was no way he'd not look good, even if it was almost dark. He was standing there in a tank top that read "Malibu Surfing Association" with cargo shorts and a pair of sandals. The cherry of his joint lit up and high lighted his face. "Woah, woah... dudes. Way, way uncool Thug Bros. Papa Moondude here's had enough, so I'm going to have to ask you dudes to vacate this fine establishment of mercantile... uh, ness." Lazlo tilted his eyebrow upward, it hurt, but he didn't care. "You... you are not my Nadya. No, no... my daughter is supposed to come and rain furious beatings down upon these men. She is a the daughter of a go-" "Woah, woah, chill Papa Moondude, I got this." Dane pumped his hands downward to calm Lazlo down. "Nadya, who is like, bangin' hot by the way, thanks for that, the world owes you a high-five," he took a moment to 'air-five' Lazlo. "Sent me to stand in for her while she was out doing some kinda... thing." "What do you mean a thing? There was daring to be happening here tonight and you tell me no, my daughter has a thing? I will know thing! Tell me this thing!" Lazlo shot back. The three men just bounced their gazes back and forth for the dialogue, wondering if the now fuming Lazlo might do their work for them and kill Dane himself. "Dude, I dunno, premarital sex... possibly some drugs... the point is Papa Moondude, I am perfectly qualified to be your rescuer." "As long as it was not her homework, American schools absolute garbage, teach nothing." Relieved, he waved his hand dismissively. "But you! You have no heroic credentials! I know the rules, these men make short work of you, run! I wait for Nadya!" The thugs had heard enough. One finally stomped forward, his ham sized fists were clenched and prepared to deliver a thrashing. "Fuck this tree-hugging, dirt worshiping, hippie little bit-" His words were cut short by the click of a hammer as it drew back, locking a... something, into the chamber. The wide barrel was pressed firmly to the thugs nose. The massive cylinder in the gun didn't load a round in, instead from the inside of the cylinder the gun began to glow with inner light, sun light, as the soft hum of nuclear fission prepared itself to enter the world. Dane smirked, "Namaste." "Okay!" Lazlo conceded. "You and your 24 karat credentials may stay. I watch. This will be good for laugh." About 5 minutes later... "No, no, no..." Lazlo said calmly. He took another hit from the jay and passed it to the Hamfisted Thug, a Myrmidon that Dane had named 'Antony'. "I think what Dane is saying is that you have to be own man. Think for yourself." "You guys don't get it, man. We're not wired that way. We're soldiers, we do... it's all we know how to do is follow orders and... do. There's no peace, we just move from one war to the next. If not Marius, we'll serve a different master." He hit it and passed it to Dane. The three of them were sitting back to back, using each other to support to the others. Antony's allies were out cold on the floor. He didn't look like much, but Dane packed a punch... and being pistol whipped by a solid gold hand cannon helped too. "Antony, bro." Dane hit it and passed it on. "The more you buy into that, the more those Evil Dudes, like Marius, win. I mean, come on, beating Papa Moondude is not how you wanted to spend your Friday night, am I right? Find something, man, find that something within you that's heavier than that urge to serve a master. When the power of love over comes the love of power, the world will know peace." "I like that." Antony nodded. "Was that, like, Garth Brooks or something?" Dane sat up and the other two men lurched back, losing their balance. "Dude! Shameful, bro, shameful! Hendrix, man... Hendrix!" Just then, Nadya burst through the door. She'd lost her cheetah form several blocks back and was reminded that she needed to quit dodging Rachel when she brought up doing some cardio. "Hey! Como-esta Moon Hottie! One bonified dad, all saved and stuff. This," Dane gestured to Antony. "Is Antony, and he is really sorry. Antony, Moon Hottie, Moon Hottie, Antony. Moon Hottie... Papa Moondude." He paused in his introductions, realizing the Naday and Lazlo already knew one another.
  13. Life's been hectic. I'm working on a reply and should have an update for you guys soon. I've been chipping away at it as I've had time. I haven't forgotten about you guys.
  14. Vivi has a post almost done but she was called into work. I'm going to continue things once she'd had the opportunity to post.
  15. I'll be moving things along tomorrow.