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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 3313986" data-attributes="member: 8858">[sblock=Nanite]John Tyler a.k.a.  Nanite - PL 10, 150ppConcept: Technologically Empowered Jack of all TradesABILITY SCORESStrength [STR]: 22 (12)Dexterity [DEX]: 22 (12)Constitution [CON]: 22 (12)Intelligence [INT]: 16Wisdom [WIS]: 14Charisma [CHA]: 14PP Spent: 20SAVESFortitude [FORT]: +11Reflex [REF]: +11Willpower [WILL]: +11Toughness [TGH]: +6PP Spent: 19SKILLSAcrobatics 5 (+11)Climb 5 (+11)Concentration 4 (+6)Knowledge: Physical Sciences 4 (+7)Notice 5 (+7)Stealth 5 (+11)PP Spent: 7FEATSAccurate AttackBenefit: Corporate SponsorshipBlind FightDiehardEnduranceImproved InitiativePower AttackPrecise ShotQuick ChangePP Spent: 9COMBAT ATTRIBUTESAttack Bonus [ATK]: 7Damage [DMG]: 6Defense [DEF]: 8Initiative [INIT]: 10PP Spent: 30POWERSEnhanced Ability: Strength 10 (10 PP)Enhanced Ability: Dexterity 10 (10 PP)Enhanced Ability: Constitution 10 (10 PP)Immunity 3 (3 PP)- Aging- Disease- PoisonRegeneration 14 (14 PP)- Bruised 3 (1/round)- Injured 5 (1/standard action)- Disabled 3 (1/20 minutes)- Ability Damage 3 (1/20 minutes)Shapeshifting 2 (18 PP)- Action: Free ActionPP Spent: 65COMPLICATIONSPendingCorporate Responsibilities?  College Classes?  Others?CHARACTER STORYJohn sat under the dim light of his desk lamp, squinting wearily at the problem in his text book.  The numbers ran away from his mind as he leaned back in his chair for a moment, rubbing at his eyes and trying to focus his mind on his homework.  His roommate Ben lay snoring quietly on the opposite side of the dorm room they shared.  They'd been roommates for a few months now, but John still couldn't quite get a handle on the guy.  Nice enough fellow, studious, but he must be a party animal or something, all those late nights and that necklace.  Did he think he was Mister T or something?John tried to return to his homework once more, but the problems escaped him, and his mind wandered once more.  The next semester was going to be a problem.  He was fairly sure that he was going to lose his scholarship.  A "B" average just wasn't enough if you were there on an academic ride.  If he could play football, all they'd ask was that he didn't fail, but sadly, that was not one of his skills.  He had to get a job or something, some way to raise money for his tuition.  Homework lying idle on the table, John turned on the TV, quiet enough to not wake Ben.  He started flipping through the channels, a moment of an old rerun here.  Ron Popeil for a moment there . . . "Are you a non-smoking male between the ages of 18 and 49in reasonable health?  MediTech is looking for volunteers for drug trials over the next two months.  Volunteers will receive free medical exams before and after the trial and will be compensated for time and travel."John flipped off the TV again and began thinking about the commercial.  It could work, at least it would be a start.  Yeah, he could do that.  Heck, there was half a chance that he'd end up in the placebo group and get paid for eating sugar pills for a while.  One problem down, a refreshed John returned to his homework and was sleeping like a baby before 2:00 A.M.The next day, after snoozing through his deformable solids class, John reported to the Liberty U research center where MediTech was renting space for their trials.  There were a whole bunch of forms to fill out, and some legal mumbo jumbo, and a rather lengthy medical exam filled with depressing questions.  "No, I haven't engaged in any sexual activity in the last six months."  "No, I don't expect to engage in any sexual activity during the trial."  The doctor doing the exam finally seemed satisfied and pulled out a rather nasty looking syringe from a drawer.  I had thought the drug was just going to be a little pill, but I needed the money, so I said nothing as he rolled up my sleeve and swabbed a spot on my arm.The needle went in, and the doctor started injecting me with whatever this stuff was.  The pain in my arm was intense, and I jerked away from the needle.  The remained of the medicine splashed on my arm, some kind of silvery liquid.  As I watched, the liquid gathered itself from my arm and flowed into me, under its own power.  I stared horrified at the doctor, who was looking at me with a curious expression.  Then the pain magnified a hundred fold, coursing through my entire body.  I screamed, and then all went black.When I came to, I was lying on a medical table in the research center.  There were a bunch of doctors and police standing around, and the doctor who gave me my shot was sitting in a corner, in handcuffs.  I was pretty much out of it for a while, but eventually their explanations floated into my conciousness.  My doctor was trying to smuggle some high tech research out of the center, but being under close scrutiny he'd decided to use me as an unwilling courier.  Get it in me, memorize my address from the forms, and then retrieve the stuff later, at his own convenience.  His plan been nearly complete, but my screams had brought attention, and the doctor's plot was discovered.There was a bunch of very technical explanations of what it was that was inside me exactly; nano technology, classified research, but what it all amounted to was that I was now sitting on a table, wearing only my boxer shorts, with a few billion dollars worth of research floating inside my bloodstream.  I immediatly offered to give it all back . . . somehow.  But the head researcher explained how the nano-bots had been keyed to my DNA now, and would now be useless if removed.  The doctor's plan had been worthless all along?  I shot him a dirty look, and he had the decency to look ashamed.  Not industrial espionage at its finest, apparently.Eventually the police and their prisoner left, and the research team and I got down to business.  They needed a human test subject for their experiments, and now I was it.  I was still facing financial troubles, so I needed them too; and after they described the procedure for the removal of the nanobots. . . I really did NOT need to do that.  So now I'm the official poster child of MediTech Inc.  These little robots in me are incredible, and all that power is mine.  During the day I'm a mild mannered engineering student, and in between I'm Nanite, the trademarked jack of all trades.  It's a decent enough life.  I get the feeling I'm really helping people out there on the streets, and MediTech is getting a whole bunch of data on how the nanobots perform under stress.  It's all working well, I just have a hard time explaining to Ben where I'm always rushing off to.  Luckily he never seems to press too hard.[/sblock][sblock=Shapeshifts]Jetpack - flight 5Laser - Blast 5Laser Cannon - Blast 10 (Penetrating, Action: Full Round, Distracting)Claws - Strike 4 (Mighty, Accurate), Wall Crawling 2Shock Fists - Stun 5Armor Plating - Protection 4 (Impervious 6)Body Reinforcing - Density 3[/sblock]</blockquote>

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