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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 5369172" data-attributes="member: 8858">Placeholder Post for Warren A. Seaver, Jr.ID No.:    6081744DOB:     11/19/1996[sblock=Character Sheet]Power Level:   8Power Points:  120 ppHero Points: 1ABILITIES: 22ppStrength: 12[18] (+4)Dexexterity: 12 (+1)Constitution: 16[22] (+6)Intelligence: 16 (+3)Wisdom: 12[16] (+3)Charisma: 14 (+2)SAVING THROWS: 6ppToughness: +8 = Equipment 2 +6 Con Fortitude: +8 = BASE 2 + 6 ConReflexes: +4 = BASE 3 + 1 DexWill: +4 = BASE 1 + 3 WILLCOMBAT:  22ppDamage Bonus: + 4 (unarmed)Base Attack: +6 (+6 melee,  +6 ranged)Defense: +7 (5 +2 dodge) Initiative: +5SKILLS: 84 ranks (21 pp) Acrobatics 8Climb 8Computers 12Craft: Chemical 8Craft: Electronic 8Craft: Mechanical 8Disbale Device 12Knowledge: Physical Sciences 8Notice 12FEATS: (13 pp)All-Out AttackBlind FightDiehardDodge Focus 2EnduranceEquipment 3Improved Initiative 1InventorPower AttackRage 1POWERS: (39 pp)Device 4 [12 pp] (The Dragon, easy to lose) - {technology}The Dragon (4 ranks)- Blast 7 (Accurate, Extended Range) [Fire]- Strike 3 (Mighty)Enhanced Strength 6 [6pp] - {shadow}Enhanced Constitution 6 [6pp] - {shadow}Enhanced Wisdom 4 [4pp] - {shadow}Leaping 1 [1 pp] - {shadow}Regeneration 4 [4pp] - {shadow}- Recovery Rate: Injured 2- Recovery Rate: Disabled 2Super Senses 5  [5 pp] (The Nose Knows, Shadow Resonance)  - {shadow}The Nose Knows (2 ranks)- Acute Scent- TrackingShadow Resonance (3 ranks)- Detect Shadow- Enhance RangeSuper Strength 1 - {shadow}EQUIPMENT:  15/15 epUndercover Shirt (3 ep)Knife (3 ep)Heavy Pistol (9 ep)DRAWBACKS:   Power Loss - Regeneration (when not in moonlight) [-3 pp]COMPLICATIONS: Shadow-tainted, hated by animals TRADE OFFS: NoneCOST SUMMERY: Abilities 22 pp + Skills (48 Ranks) 21 pp + Feats 13 pp + Powers 39 pp + Combat 22pp + Saves 6pp – Drawbacks 3 = 120 pp[/sblock][sblock=A conversation]DECEMBER 19TH, 2012BLEAKSTONE ACADEMY – SAMUEL MIDLAND'S OFFICEHow the hell did this happen?You saw my report.  The lyc made us before we entered the building, it broke for cover.  Kid was just in the wrong place.That’s not what I meant, and you know it.  What were you doing taking a fifteen year-old student with you into a confrontation?Sixteen.  His birthday was last month.Dammit, Roberts.It wasn’t supposed to be a firefight.  Just recon.  His name came up in the rotation.  The students can’t learn if they don’t observe.They can’t learn if they’re dead either.  You’ve seen his file, he’s not tagged for field work.  We keep him around for his mind.  Hell, he barely even passed P.E. this year.He volunteered.  In case you hadn’t noticed, the shadow is everywhere out there these days.  I’m not gonna turn down a kid based on a piece of paper.  We need every one.  But you gotta face it; we’re going to lose some of them.  We were lucky this time.You still think he’s going to make it then?The injuries are all gone.  And we’ve had every doctor, medicine man and faith healer we could wrangle looking at him.  He seems fine.Fine?  He’s still. . .  still . . . Have you seen his eyes?. . . yeah.So what do we tell him?That’s he’s fine.  That there’s no reason to worry.  That he won’t finish the change.And you think he’ll believe that?For all we know, it’s the truth.And what happens if it’s not?Then we do what we have to.  We do what we’re trained for.Yeah.  Now I have to call his parents and try and explain this during the middle of the Apocalypse.  That’s just what I needed on top of everything else.  Is there ANY good news?Well, I don’t think you have to worry about him passing P.E. next year.[/sblock][sblock=In his own words]I guess my early childhood was pretty normal, you know.   More junk food, TV, internet and video gaming than was good for me, but not so much that I didn't want more.  Then my sister got sick.  I remember being dragged along on a lot of doctor visits.  A lot of hushed conversations that didn't include a young boy, fearful looks, arguments formed out of frustration.  Nobody seemed to have any answers.  My grandma kept going on about evil spirits and other stories from 'the old country'.  We pretty much all assumed she was crazy.  My family had lived in Phoenix all my life, but as far as I could tell, 'the old country' just seemed to be Minnesota.  But once gram got an idea in her head, she wasn't one to give it up, so she found us an exorcist.  He wasn't much to look at, and he apparently wasn't even a priest.  But he had a bell, a book and a candle, and he knew what he was doing.  I don't know what any of us expected that day, but we all saw things that changed us.  My parents got their daughter back, my sister was saved from a horrible fate, and I had my eyes opened to a world that I never even knew existed.In time, I found my way to Bleakstone.  The school that trained the man who saved my sister's life.  The one place where I could learn more about the world that I had glimpsed that day.  The place that would train me to fight against it, or at least, so I thought.  I guess I wasn't much of a recruit for them.  I was never exactly an active child, and nothing changed that throughout my high-school years.  Oh, they weren't going to kick me out.  I was smart, and willing, quick to learn, and dedicated to my tasks. But the school was training warriors against shadow, and I, I would be their support staff.In December of my Junior year, all hell broke loose on Earth.  The creatures that had been content to lurk in the shadows suddenly sprang into the limelight.  I don't know what led me to volunteer for that ride-along.  I guess I just wanted a taste of field work, and figured that nobody would notice with multiple missions being run every day.  It was just supposed to be a quiet little trip.  I was gonna get to see the enemy, and then we'd be back to the school.  I guess things didn't go exactly according to plan.  But I don't regret it, not in the least.I was standing outside the wearhouse, watching my breath in the air, while the full hunters went in.  I was just realizing how excruciatingly boring the whole night was going to be when I saw movement.  I don't exactly remember much of the next few moments, a flash of motion, fur, claws, a pain in my chest.  And then as suddenly as it had arrived, it was gone, bounding past me into the woods.  I was lying on my back in the snow, blood leaking out of my chest, staring up at the moon, sure I was experiencing my final moments on this Earth.When I came to, I learned the full story.  A werewolf, startled from his bolt hole, had run me down.  I felt so mortified, I hadn't even been able to try to stop it.  It hadn't even registered me as a threat.  What I had thought of as horrible rips in my chest were three barely visible scratches.  So much for my brush with glory.  There seemed to be an awful lot of activity for such a minor injury, though.  I hadn't seen so many doctors since my sister's illness.  Lycanthropy is what they called it.  Even with my experience, there hasn't been a lot of scientific research into it.  Is it a disease?  A curse?  Who knows?  Looks like I fought it off whatever it was.  My eyes have turned a strange shade of yellow, but other than that, I'm still me.  Heck, I'm better than ever.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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