The Academy[M&M](full for now)
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Pate Pot Pete
First Post
Sure, there's room, just post a background for approval, and if I like (probaly) I'll ask for some stats.
Captain Tagon
First Post
I'll try to get a background up tonight if you are still taking potential applicants.
Samnell
Explorer
My Concept/Background
Here he is, Pete. I'm hoping he's not too outlandish and I can turn down his strangeness a bit if it's an issue.
Samuel’s earliest memories are of books; thousands of books on the walls, on the floor, posing as furniture, and teetering on the very edge of falling over. They came in six or seven languages and he could tell easily who owned which. His father’s (professor of medieval literature and history, Empire State University) books floated in clouds of must. Some of them were centuries old and one or two lived under glass. They came only rarely in English, most often in Latin. Newer commentaries and others came in German, French, and occasionally Italian and Spanish.
Sam preferred his mother’s (professor of physics, Empire State University) books, durable things he could hold and not destroy. They contained millions of lines of fine print and diagrams. Whole pages gave way to a morass of numbers and Greek letters. They came in German and English, mostly. Her books were nigh-universally younger and passed quickly out of regular use, where his father’s library saw constant dredging up and digestion as he murmured to himself in a dead language.
Growing up, those books were Sam’s companions. He taught himself to read from them, with frequent help from battered dictionaries and indices. More or less accidentally, he taught himself to read the German his mother spoke natively along with his father’s English. As a strict rule, visits to Father’s family at Cambridge were entirely English. Mother’s family in Hamburg warranted equally strict German usage. At home, which ever language was more convenient sufficed.
Family friends tended to be older and rarely had children Sam’s age, so he spent his earliest years surrounded by adults. Entering school bilingual, with foreign manners, glasses, and a more than acceptable interest in science, what peers he had didn’t take well to him. When they wanted to talk about baseball or basketball, Sam had no idea what they saw in it. He could and did memorize the terms from a book, but the appeal was lost on him. When they mentioned football, he embarrassed himself by making it clear he was thinking of what they knew as soccer.
These formative embarrassments made Sam an introverted, awkward boy with little inclination to explore the world beyond books and school. If his parents noticed the lack, they never commented on it. He was well-behaved and studious. What more could they want? For his part, Sam rarely mentioned his frequent sense of isolation. When he did, his parents rarely had any helpful advice. They were as much at a loss when it came to American youth as he.
When he was fifteen, Sam won an internship at ESU. He whole process was very strictly administered to avoid any favoritism and he was placed in the chemistry department, where his mother wouldn’t be in the position of having her or one of her close colleagues writing his performance evaluations. The doctors and graduate students treated Sam as a bit of a nuisance until they realized the brain they had on their hands.
Sam spent the last half of his fifteenth summer working on the cutting edge. He had most of the math he needed to offer a meaningful contribution and gleefully did. If not for the age difference, he might have even become friends with some of the graduate students. They had enough interests in common.
The chemists were working with a molybdenum compound at near to absolute zero, conditions that made it the most powerful supermagnet known. For most of a month, Sam’s main job was monitoring the equipment that maintained the substance within one ten-thousandth of 0K. He took readings and any change in temperature required him to get one of the students immediately. It wasn’t the most thrilling job, but he was doing real science and that kept him vigilant. His supervisors trusted him alone with the machines for hours on end.
During his regular morning check one August day, Sam checked the gauges and digital readouts on the high-pressure tanks. The scientists introduced some silicon tetraflouride into the compound the previous day and expected a slight increase in temperature. The notes from the overnight shift indicated the shift came and subsided around 4 AM.
Sam ran through his list of measurements and was on his way across the catwalk and down the ladder to the floor when the temperature alarm went off. He wheeled around and ran back to see the temperature had jumped six degrees. He grabbed the phone and hit the speed dial for Dr. Martinson. The automated tones of the phone drowned out the cracking of the now-brittle weldings on the tank, stressed already by the extreme temperature and pressure.
Sam got the doctor’s voicemail and realized he must be teaching a class. He hung up and hit 2 on the speed dial, Dr. Martinson’s cellphone. It rang four times and Sam noticed an odd odor in the air as the doctor answered.
“Doc. It’s Sam at the lab. I’ve got a six degree spike on Tank 5.”
“Are the instruments all working?”
“I just did morning check.”
“Ok. I’ll be there in about half an hour. Call Karl and Shuichi to come in. Tell them I want a full equipment check. They’re to stick around until I get there.”
Sam nearly protested that he could do an equipment check himself, but he decided he’d call the grad students and then start in while he waited for them. With both on the way he shivered in the suddenly cold lab and went at checking the pressure gauges on Tank 5. The primary showed a slow decrease. Sam was checking the second for confirmation with a rivet blew out of Tank 5 and most of the way through Tank 6. The immense pressures released tore both tanks apart and filled the room with a thick, white fog. Sam screamed for help and began to cough as the supercold liquids froze and shattered the fittings on Tanks 4 and 7. He turned wildly and ran for it, knowing he could be inhaling a lethal dose. The catwalk gave way under him and Sam fell into four feet of heavy metals, suddenly liquid and churning in the opaque mist. He felt an intense chill and the freezing liquid poured into his lungs.
Sam woke feeling incredible. He was brimming over with energy, like someone was running electricity into him. He was ready to run a marathon, and tempted to try. Sam recognized that he was in a hospital room, alone, and the room felt warm, almost too warm. He sat up in bed and that’s when he noticed he’d changed. His surprise blew out all the light bulbs on the floor and left every metal fixture in the room and a good part of the copper wiring stuck to his body, still sparking.
Physical Description
Sam’s body was profoundly changed by his encounter with the molybdenum compound. It activated his latent X-gene and his biology promptly adapted to its presence, giving him his powers but also dramatically altering his body. It’s been a year since Sam’s accident, but he hasn’t aged a day or grown an inch. His body is amazingly tough and his agility has increased to the limit of human ability. But his skin is stark, chalk white and the underlying veins an even brighter shade of white, the color of crayons. His formerly black hair is now an electric blue.
Internally, Sam’s blood has been replaced by a substance that resembles a melted white crayon, but quickly changes to the same blue as his hair and evaporates into a thin gas on contact with oxygen. While not absolute zero, or even close, Sam’s body is cool to cold to the touch. He finds normal room temperatures quite warm. He doesn’t sweat and is quite comfortable even in cold temperatures with as little clothing as modesty permits. His body generates a powerful internal electro-magnetic field. When excited or agitated, he sometimes gives off sparks.
Personality
Sam’s awkward, shy personality could hardly be recognized in his new body. Instead he’s always brimming with energy and can be very talkative. His newfound physicality is encouraging him to become more active, as he no longer needs to fear certain embarrassment in failure. Sam has become quite outgoing, but his appearance is bizarre enough that many of those he’s suddenly inclined to talk to are quite put off by him.
He remains fascinated by science, but his inquisitive bent is now directed almost entirely at his abilities and those of other metahumans. He likes to show off his powers and accepted Fury’s invitation to the Academy because it would give him the chance to explore his own limits and be in regular contact with other metahumans, as well as getting him away from his parents. They’ve become worried about their son’s sudden personality change and fear his powers might be clouding his judgment.
Powers
Sam has the ability to control electrical and magnetic fields. He can use this ability to fly, generate blasts of electricity, and manipulate ferrous metals. On the micro end of his abilities, he can interface with electronic devices and manipulate their tiny currents with equal ability. He can also drain power from external devices.
His altered physiology is extremely hardy and difficult to damage. In addition to no longer aging, or sleep, but must eat. He thinks that his body derives what sustenance it requires from breaking the atomic bonds in the food. He does not appear susceptible to any known diseases and has endured exposure to electrical currents without any ill effect.
Here he is, Pete. I'm hoping he's not too outlandish and I can turn down his strangeness a bit if it's an issue.
Samuel’s earliest memories are of books; thousands of books on the walls, on the floor, posing as furniture, and teetering on the very edge of falling over. They came in six or seven languages and he could tell easily who owned which. His father’s (professor of medieval literature and history, Empire State University) books floated in clouds of must. Some of them were centuries old and one or two lived under glass. They came only rarely in English, most often in Latin. Newer commentaries and others came in German, French, and occasionally Italian and Spanish.
Sam preferred his mother’s (professor of physics, Empire State University) books, durable things he could hold and not destroy. They contained millions of lines of fine print and diagrams. Whole pages gave way to a morass of numbers and Greek letters. They came in German and English, mostly. Her books were nigh-universally younger and passed quickly out of regular use, where his father’s library saw constant dredging up and digestion as he murmured to himself in a dead language.
Growing up, those books were Sam’s companions. He taught himself to read from them, with frequent help from battered dictionaries and indices. More or less accidentally, he taught himself to read the German his mother spoke natively along with his father’s English. As a strict rule, visits to Father’s family at Cambridge were entirely English. Mother’s family in Hamburg warranted equally strict German usage. At home, which ever language was more convenient sufficed.
Family friends tended to be older and rarely had children Sam’s age, so he spent his earliest years surrounded by adults. Entering school bilingual, with foreign manners, glasses, and a more than acceptable interest in science, what peers he had didn’t take well to him. When they wanted to talk about baseball or basketball, Sam had no idea what they saw in it. He could and did memorize the terms from a book, but the appeal was lost on him. When they mentioned football, he embarrassed himself by making it clear he was thinking of what they knew as soccer.
These formative embarrassments made Sam an introverted, awkward boy with little inclination to explore the world beyond books and school. If his parents noticed the lack, they never commented on it. He was well-behaved and studious. What more could they want? For his part, Sam rarely mentioned his frequent sense of isolation. When he did, his parents rarely had any helpful advice. They were as much at a loss when it came to American youth as he.
When he was fifteen, Sam won an internship at ESU. He whole process was very strictly administered to avoid any favoritism and he was placed in the chemistry department, where his mother wouldn’t be in the position of having her or one of her close colleagues writing his performance evaluations. The doctors and graduate students treated Sam as a bit of a nuisance until they realized the brain they had on their hands.
Sam spent the last half of his fifteenth summer working on the cutting edge. He had most of the math he needed to offer a meaningful contribution and gleefully did. If not for the age difference, he might have even become friends with some of the graduate students. They had enough interests in common.
The chemists were working with a molybdenum compound at near to absolute zero, conditions that made it the most powerful supermagnet known. For most of a month, Sam’s main job was monitoring the equipment that maintained the substance within one ten-thousandth of 0K. He took readings and any change in temperature required him to get one of the students immediately. It wasn’t the most thrilling job, but he was doing real science and that kept him vigilant. His supervisors trusted him alone with the machines for hours on end.
During his regular morning check one August day, Sam checked the gauges and digital readouts on the high-pressure tanks. The scientists introduced some silicon tetraflouride into the compound the previous day and expected a slight increase in temperature. The notes from the overnight shift indicated the shift came and subsided around 4 AM.
Sam ran through his list of measurements and was on his way across the catwalk and down the ladder to the floor when the temperature alarm went off. He wheeled around and ran back to see the temperature had jumped six degrees. He grabbed the phone and hit the speed dial for Dr. Martinson. The automated tones of the phone drowned out the cracking of the now-brittle weldings on the tank, stressed already by the extreme temperature and pressure.
Sam got the doctor’s voicemail and realized he must be teaching a class. He hung up and hit 2 on the speed dial, Dr. Martinson’s cellphone. It rang four times and Sam noticed an odd odor in the air as the doctor answered.
“Doc. It’s Sam at the lab. I’ve got a six degree spike on Tank 5.”
“Are the instruments all working?”
“I just did morning check.”
“Ok. I’ll be there in about half an hour. Call Karl and Shuichi to come in. Tell them I want a full equipment check. They’re to stick around until I get there.”
Sam nearly protested that he could do an equipment check himself, but he decided he’d call the grad students and then start in while he waited for them. With both on the way he shivered in the suddenly cold lab and went at checking the pressure gauges on Tank 5. The primary showed a slow decrease. Sam was checking the second for confirmation with a rivet blew out of Tank 5 and most of the way through Tank 6. The immense pressures released tore both tanks apart and filled the room with a thick, white fog. Sam screamed for help and began to cough as the supercold liquids froze and shattered the fittings on Tanks 4 and 7. He turned wildly and ran for it, knowing he could be inhaling a lethal dose. The catwalk gave way under him and Sam fell into four feet of heavy metals, suddenly liquid and churning in the opaque mist. He felt an intense chill and the freezing liquid poured into his lungs.
Sam woke feeling incredible. He was brimming over with energy, like someone was running electricity into him. He was ready to run a marathon, and tempted to try. Sam recognized that he was in a hospital room, alone, and the room felt warm, almost too warm. He sat up in bed and that’s when he noticed he’d changed. His surprise blew out all the light bulbs on the floor and left every metal fixture in the room and a good part of the copper wiring stuck to his body, still sparking.
Physical Description
Sam’s body was profoundly changed by his encounter with the molybdenum compound. It activated his latent X-gene and his biology promptly adapted to its presence, giving him his powers but also dramatically altering his body. It’s been a year since Sam’s accident, but he hasn’t aged a day or grown an inch. His body is amazingly tough and his agility has increased to the limit of human ability. But his skin is stark, chalk white and the underlying veins an even brighter shade of white, the color of crayons. His formerly black hair is now an electric blue.
Internally, Sam’s blood has been replaced by a substance that resembles a melted white crayon, but quickly changes to the same blue as his hair and evaporates into a thin gas on contact with oxygen. While not absolute zero, or even close, Sam’s body is cool to cold to the touch. He finds normal room temperatures quite warm. He doesn’t sweat and is quite comfortable even in cold temperatures with as little clothing as modesty permits. His body generates a powerful internal electro-magnetic field. When excited or agitated, he sometimes gives off sparks.
Personality
Sam’s awkward, shy personality could hardly be recognized in his new body. Instead he’s always brimming with energy and can be very talkative. His newfound physicality is encouraging him to become more active, as he no longer needs to fear certain embarrassment in failure. Sam has become quite outgoing, but his appearance is bizarre enough that many of those he’s suddenly inclined to talk to are quite put off by him.
He remains fascinated by science, but his inquisitive bent is now directed almost entirely at his abilities and those of other metahumans. He likes to show off his powers and accepted Fury’s invitation to the Academy because it would give him the chance to explore his own limits and be in regular contact with other metahumans, as well as getting him away from his parents. They’ve become worried about their son’s sudden personality change and fear his powers might be clouding his judgment.
Powers
Sam has the ability to control electrical and magnetic fields. He can use this ability to fly, generate blasts of electricity, and manipulate ferrous metals. On the micro end of his abilities, he can interface with electronic devices and manipulate their tiny currents with equal ability. He can also drain power from external devices.
His altered physiology is extremely hardy and difficult to damage. In addition to no longer aging, or sleep, but must eat. He thinks that his body derives what sustenance it requires from breaking the atomic bonds in the food. He does not appear susceptible to any known diseases and has endured exposure to electrical currents without any ill effect.
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Sollir Furryfoot
Explorer
Envy
Background:
Rebecca grew up in an orphanage bordering the rich side of town. Frail and sickly as a child, she'd watch the outside world from a window, occasionally playing with the other kids but then having to go in after coughing up blood. So, she'd watch, with emerald-green eyes she'd watch. She saw them play with each other, be mean to each other, fall in the puppy love that children have with each other, and she desired to be just like everyone else. As she grew older she overcame at least some of her weakness, and she eventually did do these childish-now teenager things. She wanted more though, the object of her desire changed.
Occasionally some one rich would drive or walk by, or during one of her rare allowances of freedom she'd go out some where and run into someone rich. She was an orphan with no real family and no money, why wouldn't she be envious? She watched with emerald-green eyes and waited for the day her life would change.
When she was 15 it did. She doesn't know exactly what triggered it, but she suffered a long period of depression where in isolated incidents her classmates would scream or shout or look bewildered for a moment and then do a double take. They'd tell her it looked like they were staring into their reflections, or at a picture of another classmate whenever they saw her, but clearly they must have been delusional. Well, that's what Rebecca thought until she discovered her powers on her own, viewing herself in the mirror as some rich kid who she was pondering about.
Since then she's learned to control her powers more, and she's exploited them. She fell in with the wrong crowd while trying to fulfill her dreams, a gang who fell into various acts of petty thievery and larceny. One day they got in over their heads. They were hired by someone to incapacitate and kidnap some girl, some rich snob. They weren't the sort of people who'd take such a job, but the pay was really good-offered by someone in a business suit and awfully suspicious, but it was too good an offer to pass down. They ran into two major problems. First this "rich snob" was a mutant with weird freaky, unknown powers. She had managed to knock one of Rebecca's friends down, but another one caught her by surprise with a crowbar to the head and she fell down and starting bleeding...and died. Confused and panicking, Rebecca's friends had no clue what they could do to prevent themselves landing in a really really bad situation. Rebecca stepped in, taking charge. She told her friends to hide the body and she posed as the mutant whom they killed.
The next morning, Rebecca, now in the guise of Alice Walker was called by her parents. When she saw men in suits come in an armored car she thought she was somehow caught. Instead however, Alice Walker was supposed to have been sent off to a mutant academy the next day run by an organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Rebecca as Alice didn't look at her parents as she resignedly entered the vehicle, rationalizing to herself that she had to do this in order to not act out of character and raise suspicion. In truth, on a subconscious level she wanted to live the life Alice had, the life one of those rich kids had. She never saw any of her friends again.
Description & Personality:
Pending
Powers:
Looking at Shapeshift, humanoids only w/ the Mimic ability to help her impersonate another mutant. I'm also thinking her eyes would be special, giving her Detect (Mutants), enhanced Spot checks, Photographic Memory (fits that some one envious of others remembers everything she's envious about) as well as as well as vision-related feats like Dark vision, True sight and such.
Plothooks:
-What sort of trouble Rebecca's "friends" got themselves into after the murdering of the real Alice Walker
-Whom the man in the suit who hired Rebecca and her friends represented and why they wanted Alice Walker
-Rebecca's an orphan, but very well may have siblings. One wonders if their powers were modeled off of the 7 deadly sins as Rebecca's have or if her powers are merely an isolated case.
Background:
Rebecca grew up in an orphanage bordering the rich side of town. Frail and sickly as a child, she'd watch the outside world from a window, occasionally playing with the other kids but then having to go in after coughing up blood. So, she'd watch, with emerald-green eyes she'd watch. She saw them play with each other, be mean to each other, fall in the puppy love that children have with each other, and she desired to be just like everyone else. As she grew older she overcame at least some of her weakness, and she eventually did do these childish-now teenager things. She wanted more though, the object of her desire changed.
Occasionally some one rich would drive or walk by, or during one of her rare allowances of freedom she'd go out some where and run into someone rich. She was an orphan with no real family and no money, why wouldn't she be envious? She watched with emerald-green eyes and waited for the day her life would change.
When she was 15 it did. She doesn't know exactly what triggered it, but she suffered a long period of depression where in isolated incidents her classmates would scream or shout or look bewildered for a moment and then do a double take. They'd tell her it looked like they were staring into their reflections, or at a picture of another classmate whenever they saw her, but clearly they must have been delusional. Well, that's what Rebecca thought until she discovered her powers on her own, viewing herself in the mirror as some rich kid who she was pondering about.
Since then she's learned to control her powers more, and she's exploited them. She fell in with the wrong crowd while trying to fulfill her dreams, a gang who fell into various acts of petty thievery and larceny. One day they got in over their heads. They were hired by someone to incapacitate and kidnap some girl, some rich snob. They weren't the sort of people who'd take such a job, but the pay was really good-offered by someone in a business suit and awfully suspicious, but it was too good an offer to pass down. They ran into two major problems. First this "rich snob" was a mutant with weird freaky, unknown powers. She had managed to knock one of Rebecca's friends down, but another one caught her by surprise with a crowbar to the head and she fell down and starting bleeding...and died. Confused and panicking, Rebecca's friends had no clue what they could do to prevent themselves landing in a really really bad situation. Rebecca stepped in, taking charge. She told her friends to hide the body and she posed as the mutant whom they killed.
The next morning, Rebecca, now in the guise of Alice Walker was called by her parents. When she saw men in suits come in an armored car she thought she was somehow caught. Instead however, Alice Walker was supposed to have been sent off to a mutant academy the next day run by an organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Rebecca as Alice didn't look at her parents as she resignedly entered the vehicle, rationalizing to herself that she had to do this in order to not act out of character and raise suspicion. In truth, on a subconscious level she wanted to live the life Alice had, the life one of those rich kids had. She never saw any of her friends again.
Description & Personality:
Pending
Powers:
Looking at Shapeshift, humanoids only w/ the Mimic ability to help her impersonate another mutant. I'm also thinking her eyes would be special, giving her Detect (Mutants), enhanced Spot checks, Photographic Memory (fits that some one envious of others remembers everything she's envious about) as well as as well as vision-related feats like Dark vision, True sight and such.
Plothooks:
-What sort of trouble Rebecca's "friends" got themselves into after the murdering of the real Alice Walker
-Whom the man in the suit who hired Rebecca and her friends represented and why they wanted Alice Walker
-Rebecca's an orphan, but very well may have siblings. One wonders if their powers were modeled off of the 7 deadly sins as Rebecca's have or if her powers are merely an isolated case.
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Sollir Furryfoot
Explorer
Lol, hah, no I didn't but I think I've heard the name before, and of the book-it must have been stuck in my subconscious. I'm terribly bad at coming up with names and I just jumped at the first one that hit my mind, Alice and then followed by Walker. Stupid subconscious 
I wouldn't like to offend people, so I'll change the name to something else if my character is approved.
I wouldn't like to offend people, so I'll change the name to something else if my character is approved.
Pate Pot Pete
First Post
I like both of the ideas, I think we have enough people to start the game now, so lets see some stats please. Also, could everyone thats playing (If they already have posted stats), please say that you are still interested.
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Samnell
Explorer
Stats & Stuff
Pete, if you think anything's out of whack I'll happily change to accomodate.
Samuel Yossel Howick-Blackley ("hoyk-blakely")
Sex: Male
Age: 16, appears approximately 15
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 80 pounds
Hair: electric blue
Eyes: electric blue
Costume: none to date
Identity: Public
Nationality: American/British/German (holds citizenship as a minor in all three countries)
Abilities
STR: 14 (+2)
DEX: 20 (+5)
CON: 20 (+5)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 10 (+0)
CHR: 10 (+0)
(Total ability pp = 34)
Saves
Damage: +5
Fortitude: +5
Reflex: +5
Will: +0
(Total save pp = 0)
Attacks
Base: +0 (0 pp)
Melee: +2
Ranged: +5
Defense
Base: +0 (0 pp)
Defense: 15
Flatfooted: 10
Initiative: +5
Hero Points: 4
Speed: 30
Skills
Computers +9 (+17 with datalink)
Language (German and French)
Science (chemistry) +7
Science (physics) +9
(Total skill pp = 12)
Feats
Durability
Immune to aging, cold, criticals, disease, electricity, exhaustion, heat, poison, suffocation
Photographic Memory
Rapid Healing
(Total feat pp = 24)
Super-Powers
Altered Biology +6 [source: super-science and mutation, 3pp/level]
Sam's body has adapted so most of his vital fluids are replaced with compounds of super-cold molybdenum and silicon tetraflouride. This streamlined physique is immune to many of the vulnerabilities of conventional flesh and amazingly resilient, but has left him with several physical oddities obvious even to the most casual viewer.
Acts as Protection
Extra: Impervious
Electromagnetic control +8 [source: mutation, 5pp/level]
In addition to the changes now inherent in Sam's biology, the super-cold molybdenum retains all of its electric and magnetic potency, which Sam's X-gene allows him to control and manipulate.
Acts as Electricity Control
Extra: Magnetic Control
Extra: Flight
Extra: Datalink
Stunts: Drain Energy
(Total power pp = 58)
Weakness: Disturbing
Physical appearance
Sam is short and formerly slight for his age, but his transformation has left him in possession of a tremendously agile and enduring frame. Beneath his chalk-white skin muscles are visibly defined, but not bulky. Veins show through whiter than the surrounding flesh and Sam's blood is a strange white compound with a density similar to air. When exposed to oxygen, it quickly evaporates into an electric blue mist that exactly matches the color of his hair and eyes. His skin is cold to the touch and has a flat finish except where veins show through, where it can be quite glossy white. Excitement causes this glossy appearance to spread like a blush and is often accompanied by sparks of static electricity. His electric blue hair is slightly curly.
Sam prefers to dress as lightly as possible for the given situation, favoring athletic clothing in colors that match or contrast strongly with his own coloration. He likes to combine form-fitting and baggy clothing. Sam perceives freezing temperatures as pleasantly warm. Summer temperatures are noticeably hot, but his altered frame is immune to the adverse effects that normally plague people in such climes. He neither tans nor sweats. He typically wears a small, silver Star of David on a necklace.
Family
Sam's father is a Professor of Medieval Literature and History at Empire State University. He comes from a line of upper-middle class Oxford and Cambridge professors. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles all live in the UK and Ireland. One ancestor received a peerage from Henry VIII, but the title became extinct for lack of male heirs in the 1700s. They maintain use of, and zealously defend, the hereditary coat of arms. His paternal grandparents are an associate Professor of Latin at Oxford and a retired novelist who wrote historical fiction under a pseudonym.
Sam's mother is a Professor of Physics at Empire State, where she met his father. She's from mostly secular Jewish-German stock and her family lives in Hamburg, with a few cousins in Denmark and the south of England. One of Sam's great-grandfathers died in the Holocaust and his grandparents hid in Denmark and England, not returning to Germany until the late 1950s. His grandfather is a retired engineer and his grandmother a botanist.
The families have mutually agreed not to understand one another.
Background
See previous post.
Pete, if you think anything's out of whack I'll happily change to accomodate.
Samuel Yossel Howick-Blackley ("hoyk-blakely")
Sex: Male
Age: 16, appears approximately 15
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 80 pounds
Hair: electric blue
Eyes: electric blue
Costume: none to date
Identity: Public
Nationality: American/British/German (holds citizenship as a minor in all three countries)
Abilities
STR: 14 (+2)
DEX: 20 (+5)
CON: 20 (+5)
INT: 20 (+5)
WIS: 10 (+0)
CHR: 10 (+0)
(Total ability pp = 34)
Saves
Damage: +5
Fortitude: +5
Reflex: +5
Will: +0
(Total save pp = 0)
Attacks
Base: +0 (0 pp)
Melee: +2
Ranged: +5
Defense
Base: +0 (0 pp)
Defense: 15
Flatfooted: 10
Initiative: +5
Hero Points: 4
Speed: 30
Skills
Computers +9 (+17 with datalink)
Language (German and French)
Science (chemistry) +7
Science (physics) +9
(Total skill pp = 12)
Feats
Durability
Immune to aging, cold, criticals, disease, electricity, exhaustion, heat, poison, suffocation
Photographic Memory
Rapid Healing
(Total feat pp = 24)
Super-Powers
Altered Biology +6 [source: super-science and mutation, 3pp/level]
Sam's body has adapted so most of his vital fluids are replaced with compounds of super-cold molybdenum and silicon tetraflouride. This streamlined physique is immune to many of the vulnerabilities of conventional flesh and amazingly resilient, but has left him with several physical oddities obvious even to the most casual viewer.
Acts as Protection
Extra: Impervious
Electromagnetic control +8 [source: mutation, 5pp/level]
In addition to the changes now inherent in Sam's biology, the super-cold molybdenum retains all of its electric and magnetic potency, which Sam's X-gene allows him to control and manipulate.
Acts as Electricity Control
Extra: Magnetic Control
Extra: Flight
Extra: Datalink
Stunts: Drain Energy
(Total power pp = 58)
Weakness: Disturbing
Physical appearance
Sam is short and formerly slight for his age, but his transformation has left him in possession of a tremendously agile and enduring frame. Beneath his chalk-white skin muscles are visibly defined, but not bulky. Veins show through whiter than the surrounding flesh and Sam's blood is a strange white compound with a density similar to air. When exposed to oxygen, it quickly evaporates into an electric blue mist that exactly matches the color of his hair and eyes. His skin is cold to the touch and has a flat finish except where veins show through, where it can be quite glossy white. Excitement causes this glossy appearance to spread like a blush and is often accompanied by sparks of static electricity. His electric blue hair is slightly curly.
Sam prefers to dress as lightly as possible for the given situation, favoring athletic clothing in colors that match or contrast strongly with his own coloration. He likes to combine form-fitting and baggy clothing. Sam perceives freezing temperatures as pleasantly warm. Summer temperatures are noticeably hot, but his altered frame is immune to the adverse effects that normally plague people in such climes. He neither tans nor sweats. He typically wears a small, silver Star of David on a necklace.
Family
Sam's father is a Professor of Medieval Literature and History at Empire State University. He comes from a line of upper-middle class Oxford and Cambridge professors. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles all live in the UK and Ireland. One ancestor received a peerage from Henry VIII, but the title became extinct for lack of male heirs in the 1700s. They maintain use of, and zealously defend, the hereditary coat of arms. His paternal grandparents are an associate Professor of Latin at Oxford and a retired novelist who wrote historical fiction under a pseudonym.
Sam's mother is a Professor of Physics at Empire State, where she met his father. She's from mostly secular Jewish-German stock and her family lives in Hamburg, with a few cousins in Denmark and the south of England. One of Sam's great-grandfathers died in the Holocaust and his grandparents hid in Denmark and England, not returning to Germany until the late 1950s. His grandfather is a retired engineer and his grandmother a botanist.
The families have mutually agreed not to understand one another.
Background
See previous post.
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