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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 1685625" data-attributes="member: 8858">Ask an ye shall receive. . .I think this is everthing.  Let me know if I've missed anything important.Kenneth DavidsonClass: Dedicated 4/Battle Mind 2Occupation: Emergency Services (class skills: Jump and Search)15,000/21,000 xp24 year old human male.  Brown hair, blue eyes.  Average height and build with a fairly pale skin tone.  Friendly countenance and a bright smile.Str: 12 [4 points]Dex: 12 [4 points]Con: 12 [3 points +1 @ 4th level]Int: 14 [6 points]Wis: 14 [6 points]Cha: 10 [2 points]Size: M (6'0", 179 lbs)HD: 4d6 + 2d8 + 6HP: 34PP: 3AP: 9BAB: +4Defense: 17 (+5 class +1 equipment +1 dex)Reputation: +2Wealth: +7Attacks:Psiblade (+6 attack, 1d6+1 dmg, 20/x2)Saves:Fort: +6Refl: +2Will: +6Talents:Skill Emphasis (Listen) [Dedicated 1]Aware [Dedicated 3]Class Abilities:Psiblade (1d6 dmg, move action, 2 rounds)Imprint TatooFeats : Wild Talent (Far Hand) [human]Focused [1st]Simple Weapon Proficiency [Dedicated Starting]Alertness [Dedicated 2]Heroic Surge [3rd]Iron Will [Dedicated 4]Weapon Focus (Mindblade) [6th]Skills:Autohypnosis: +5/3Balance: +4/1Concentration: +8/5 (1 cc rank)Jump: +7/6Knowledge (Arcane Lore): +3/1Knowledge (Earth & Life Sciences): +4/2Listen: +14/7*Profession: +7/5Search: +4/2Sense Motive: +8/6Spot: +13/9*Survival: +4/2Treat Injury: +7/5Tumble: +3/2 (cc)* +2 to avoid being surprisedLanguages:English [R/W]Allegiances:GoodPsionic Powers:0 : Burst, Detect Psionics, Valor, Far Hand (Wild Talent)Major Possesions:Desktop Computer (w/ printer, scanner, digital camera, high speed internet, etc)Dodge Neon (Green, Road Atlas in Glove Compartment)Cell PhoneEMT Uniform (2)Light Undercover ShirtPepper SprayProfessional Walkie-TalkieStandard FlashlightClothing (various outfits for different weather and occasions)General Camping Gear (Daypack, Sleeping Bag, 2-Man Tent)Standard BinocularsBackground:When Ken was young he always liked to pretend that he had mental powers.  His parents simpy thought he had watched Star Wars one too many times and always just shook their heads and smiled whenever they walked in on him staring intently across the table at a pencil, trying to move it with the Force or something.  One day Ken was working on some particularly dull homework when he decided to take a small break.  He sat his pencil down on the desk and was soon up to his old tricks, staring at it, half in jest.  He got to daydreaming while he sat there, and soon his mind drifted then it was filled with a roaring emptyness.  He awoke with a start when his head hit the desk.  He had nodded off just sitting there.  Rubbing his eyes he decided to get back to work.  He leaned down to pick his pencil up off the ground. . . where it must have rolled when he hit the desk, right?  While he sat there pondering that question, his dad walked in to check on him, and he had to get back to work.  Over the next few days he tried to repeat the experiment, but the pencil never so much as budged.  Over the years his school work picked up, and he didn't have times for silly games any more.  Eventually he had convinced himself that he had imagined the whole thing.Ken grew into a fine young man, graduated highschool and took the training and classes neccesary to become an emergency medical technician with a mind to perhaps becoming a paramedic or firefighter later in life.  He fell into his work with a passion and dedicated his life to it.  For the most part the work was exciting, but rarely dangerous.  However, sometimes those first on the scene do have to deal with certain problems.  Whenever Ken found himself in a very dangerous situation, certain strange things started happening.  When a gas tank exploded while he was trying to extricate a crash victim, he felt a roaring sensation in his mind just before the explosion and was able to roll himself and his patient out of the way just in time.  Later he found himself being chased around a parking lot by a drunk with a knife who had stabbed one person already.  He felt the same roaring in his mind and found himself quickly outdistancing the drunk who couldn't catch up before the cops arrived.Ken knew something strange was happening, but a little bit of luck and speed were not provable things, he knew.  When situations like these occured, he generally just shook his head to clear it, and moved on.  However, one day something happened that he couldn't ignore.  A small cave-in had occured and some kids who had been exploring were hurt inside a small cave complex.  His team was the first on site and they patched up the kids as best they could before moving them outside.  However, the kids weren't sure whether all their friends had gotten out.  They decided to move the primary group out first and then come back, but as they moved out, Ken thought he heard some scrabbling off a side passage.  He slipped away to investigate, but found only a pair of rats.  He had just turned to exit again when a second cave in occured.  A beam collapsed on Ken knocking him to the ground.  He then realized his mistake in not telling anyone he was going in to look for more kids.  He was pinned, bleeding, having trouble breathing from all the dust, and nobody knew where he was.  He had a walkie talkie on him, but it was on his left side.  He couldn't reach with his right hand, and his left was pinned.  He needed to get it into his right hand.  He struggled for a while, but could feel his head going light from bloodloss.  Finally, he had given up when a thought occured to him.  He tried to calm down and steady his breathing.  He focused on the radio and cleared his mind.  He was just about convinced he was going crazy when he felt a familiar roaring and it slide along the ground into his waiting hand.  He called in his position and condition before passing out.When he woke up in a hospital bed, he tried to shake off his memories of being trapped.  But deep down, he knew he had moved the walkie talkie by force of will alone.  Now that he knew he could do it, it came more easily to his mind.  He healed, and returned to his work, but in his spare time he began practicing with his new found powers.  Eventually he realized he wasn't insane, but there was actually more going on in the world than he realized.  He tried searching on the internet, and sifted through a lot of lies and scams, but he was able to find a few sites that had information that seemed legitimate.  Perhaps given time he will uncover more of what is really going on in the world around him.Ken lives in a small apartment with his cat, Reggie.</blockquote>

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