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Aberrant: The Middle Children of History - Angus Sinclair, M.D.


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Birth Name: Angus Sinclair

Nova Name: None

Identity: Angus tends to avoid the spotlight as much as possible, even to the point of actively shunning reporters and such.

Nick Names: None

Aliases: None

Occupation: Formerly a general practitioner, Angus is now looking for work. Luckily, his savings from his private practice should tide things over until he decides what to do next...

Legal Status: Citizen of the U.K., Scottish-born.

Marital Status: Widowed by Marianne Macauley, June 7th, 1978.

Known Relatives: Dead for quite some time, so none.

Group Affiliation: None

Concept: Old Man living with an unwanted second youth...

Nature: Caregiver

Eruption: Stressed by two drunken and brawling 'elites', Sinclair erupted and sent the two of them packing with a few words...

Age: 104

Birthday: October 22, 1923

Gender: Male

Ethnic Background: The original Scot, Angus is mostly Scotch with a touch of Red Irish in his background.

Nationality: British, but only 'cause they incorporated Scotland into the UK.

Height: 5’ 9”

Weight: 167 lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Brick Red (Formerly white)

Handedness: Right

Distinguishing Marks: Always clean shaven, with a hint of scarring across both cheeks

General Appearance: He moves very cautiously for a young man, is many peoples first impression. Every movement he makes is deliberate, from the careful placement of his black patent leather shoes to the careful rumpling of his tweed suit as he runs a hand through his carefully trimmed hair. His green eyes usually have a bit of a twinkle to 'em, as if he was thinking of something funny he wanted to say but kept it to himself so far.

Abilities/Special Skills: You pick up a surprising width of skills and information in one hundred years, not to mention fighting in the last great ground war. While he's known primarily for his medical expertise, a few people have managed to be within earshot of him when he's practiced his bagpipes or sang in the shower to verify that he's not bad at either. He's no Scottish Alejandra, but he could make a steady career as a backup singer, were he so inclined.

Personality: Angus is the prototypical Scotsman. Heavy drinker, fiery temper, and a dogged loyalty to any he calls friend. Is not above proving a point with his fists instead of his intellect.

Interests: Helping the sick, figuring more out about this whole 'Nova' thing and why every last mother's son and daughter of 'em seems to believe it a justification for acting like a jackass...

Background:

Born December 8th, 1921, Drumgask, Scotland.

Joined the Navy for a 6 year stint during WWII, serving as ship's doctor aboard the HMS Nelson.

Attended and Graduated Summa Cum Laude, University of Aberdeen School of Medicine - 1951

Moved back to Drumgask after receiving his license to practice medicine and set out a shingle as a general practitioner.

Click to reveal.. (Not Public Knowledge)
Any amount of digging beyond the most cursory reveals that during WWII, there was no HMS Nelson. That information, combined with some of the skills Angus has, begs the question "If he wasn't aboard a ship being a doctor, what the hell was he doing for the entire war?"

What indeed...

-Morning of February 24th, 2023-

The hammering is what woke him up. A nice deep sleep, his mind relaxing since he had just finished his whiskey nightcap, and some damn fool woke him out of it. "Dr. Sinclair! Please wake up, Dr. Sinclair! Something terrible is happening!" Wearily grumbling, Angus pulled on his robe from its hook nearby and stumbled to the front door. Opening it, he discovers the wiry from of Terry MacArthur from down the road. "Wha d'ye want, MacArthur? I was sleepin'." Terry, almost shaking with fear, grabs the doctor by the lapels. "Two men in masks are throwing cars at each other in town! They're gonna kill somebody!" Sniffing the man, Angus doesn't detect MacArthur's usual stink of whiskey, which means the man might be telling the truth, seeing as he's still sober. Angus gently pries Terry's hands off his robe and slides on his slippers. Grabbing his rifle and some spare ammunition, he has Terry lead the way down the road as fast as they can go (which considering one of the pair is wearing slippers and is one hundred and two, is faster than you might think).

-On the the normally quiet main road through Drumgask, a few minutes later-

The two elites were very, very drunk. They had started in Norway, gotten as hammered as a nova can get, and decided to fly to the Amp Room for a few Amp Wells to cap their night. Not only were they lost in Scotland, but now they were in the midst of a drunken brawl, using whatever their hands came upon to beat some crap out of each other and screaming incoherantly at each other.

B-BOOM!

The report of the rifle is deafening, as both the elites whirl to face this new threat.

Angus stands there placidly staring down the two men, their hands glowing incandescent in the dark. "D'ye think this is the best place to be settlin' yer differences, then?" The two respond only by giving the baseline the finger and each grabbing another car to toss at each other.

Angus grits his teeth as they prepare to wreck more hard working peoples' transports. Finally he yells out, "Do either of ye have the sense God gave yer ass? Those belong to other people, not toys fer ye to play wit'! DROP THEM, NOW!" The yelling gives Angus a splitting migrane, but for some reason, the two men put down both the cars immediately. His vision blurs slightly as he almost loses his balance for a moment, but he shakes it off as a momentary discomfort. "NOW, GO HOME!" And with that, the two immediately launch into the sky.

Meanwhile, Angus puts his hand to his head. Terry asks him "Are you ok, Angus?" Angus grimaces and shakes his head. "Wee bit of migrane. I'll go home, have a bit o' hair o' the dog. I'll be fine. You, get going back home. Yer ma'll probably need ya before too long."

Shaking his head and grumbling at the sudden migrane that was making him see double, he stumbles home and treats himself to another cup of whiskey before bed, completely unaware of the repercussions of his actions....

Birth Name: Angus Sinclair

Alias: None

Nature: Caregiver

Concept: Old man in an unwanted second youth/Stranger In A Strange Land

Eruption: First Generation Novus

Allegiance: None as of yet.

Physical: Strength 5 (Wiry), Dexterity 5 (Steady), Stamina 5 (Tenacious);

Mega-Physical: Strength 1, Stamina 1;

Enhancements: Thunderclap, Regeneration

Athletics 2, Brawl 3, Drive , *Endurance 3, Firearms 1;, Gunnery , Heavy Weapons , Legerdemain , Martial Arts , Melee 1, Might 1;, Pilot , *Resistance 3, Ride , Stealth 2, Throwing

Mental: Perception 5 (Insightful), Intelligence 5 (Pragmatic), Wits 5 (Cunning);

Mega-Mental: Intelligence 1

Enhancements: Linguistic Genius, Medical Prodigy

Academics 1, Artillery , Arts , Awareness 2;, Biz , Bureaucracy 1, Computer , Demolitions 1, Engineering , Gambling , Intrusion , Investigation , Linguistics 5, Medicine 5 (First Aid +1), Meditation , Navigation 1, Rapport 2, Science , Survival 2, Tactics 1

Social: Charisma 5 (Genial), Manipulation 5 (Authoritative), Appearance 5 (Pleasant)

Mega-Social: Manipulation 1

Enhancements: The Voice

Animal Training , Carousing 2, Command, Disguise 2, Diplomacy , Etiquette , Hypnosis , Instruction , Interrogation 2, Intimidation 2, Perform 2, Seduction , Streetwise , Style 1, Subterfuge 1

Merits: None

Flaws: None

Backgrounds: Allies , Attunement , Backing , Cipher 4, Contacts , Dormancy , Eufiber , Followers , Influence , Mentor , Node , Resources 3;

Quantum Powers

Foundation of Bedrock - 3

(Elemental Mastery- Earth)

Strengths: None

Weaknesses: None

Extras: None

Techniques Known: Storm, Propel, Blast

Effect: Storm (Creates earthquakes), Propel (Rides a ripple of stone cross country), Blast (ejects 'spears' of solid rock from the ground)

Touch of a Competent Doctor - 1;

(Healing)

Strengths: None

Weaknesses: None

Extras: None

Effect: May heal twice power level in bashing or level in lethal damage per patient per scene per quantum point spent. Can regenerate limbs and ruptured organs, but costs double quantum and a Willpower point.

Willpower: 7

Quantum: 5

Quantum Pool: 30

Taint: None

Aberrations: None

Social Penalty: None

Health Levels:

Bruised 0 (30 min / 12 hours) O

Hurt 0 (30 min / 36 hours) O

Injured 0 (30 min / 3.5 days) O

Wounded 0 (30 min / 15 days)OO

Maimed 0 (90 min / 1 month) OO

Crippled 0 (3 hours / 1.5 months) O

Incapacitated (6 hours / 2.5 months) O

Death O

Soak

Stamina: ●●●●●

Mega-Stamina: ●

Total vs. Physical: 6B/3L/0A

Total vs. Energy: 6B/3L/0A

Initiative: 10

Movement

Walk: 7 meters

Run: 17 meters

Sprint: 35 meters

Flight: None, unless someone else does the flying.

Point History

Experience Points (current/total): 0/0

Nova Points: Angus is a 60NP build base + XP.

Bonus Point Expenditure:

Quantum +2 - 14 pts

Medicine Specialty - 1 pt.

Nova Point Expenditure: (60 NP)

All Attributes to 5 - 7 points

24 Ability points - 4 points

Willpower to 7 - 4 points

Quantum to 5 - 10 points

Elemental Mastery to 3- 15 points

Healing to 1- 5 points

4 Mega Attributes, One Enhancement - 15 points

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Date       Item                                        Rank  Gain/Spent  Balance

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