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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1427607" data-attributes="member: 13737">SHARReal Name: Sharon McAllister (Semi-secret)Gender: FemaleAge: 25Height: 5'8"Weight: 140 PoundsHair: BrownEyes: BrownEthnicity: CaucasianBirthplace: New YorkOccupation: Private InvestigatorTeam Name: X-Men ABILITIESSTR 12 +1DEX 18 +4CON 12 +1INT 12 +1WIS 14 +2CHA 14 +2 SAVESDMG +1FORT +1REF +4WILL +2 MOVEMENTINIT +4BASE SPD 30/60/120 COMBATBASE DEF 4...DEF 18...FLAT 14...MENTAL 16BASE ATT 4...MELEE +8...RANGED +8...MENTAL +6 SKILLSBalance [4]Bluff [4/2]Climb [3/2]Concentration [2]Craft [1]Diplomacy [6/2] +2 synergy bonusDisguise [2]Drive* [6/2]Escape Artist [4]Forgery [1]Gather Info [7/5]Hide [6/2]Innuendo* [6/2] +2 synergy bonusIntimidate [4/2]Jump [1]Knowledge, Untrained [1]Listen [12/2] +8 super sensesMedicine* [3/1]Move Silent [5/1]Perform [2]Profession: Private Investigator [7/5]Sciences, Untrained [1]Search [13/4] +8 super sensesSense Motive [8/6]Spot [12/2] +8 super sensesSurvival [12/2] +8 super sensesSwim [1]Taunt [2] FEATSTrack (can track target across terrain)Attack Finesse (use dex mod. for melee attacks)The following feats are linked to super-senses:...All-Around Sight (Super) (+4 vs surprise, can't be flanked)...Blind Sight (Super) (can use another sense as sight)...Detect (Super) (detect mutants, spot (-1 per 10 ft))...Penetrating Vision (Super) (can see through solid objects)...Radio Hearing (Super) (can hear radio signals)...Scent (Super) (can detect people, foes, etc. (dc 10))...See Invisible (Super) (can see invisible targets)...True Sight (Super) (unaffected by illusions)...Ultra Hearing (Super) (can hear low and high pitched noises) POWERSSuper-Senses [+8]..extra: deflection [+8]....stunt: catch [+8]....extra: automatic [+8] EQUIPMENTThunder Stick [+6S]..stunt: stun [+6]..stunt: energy blast [+6L] COSTabilities [22]base att [12]base def [8]skills [21]feats [13]powers [44]weakness [0]total [120]unspent [0]A Story of SharonThe rain poured down, cold and hard. Here on the roof above the dark streets, she had no cover, but she didn’t mind. To her senses it was like music; every drop created its own sound, it’s own unique motion. In the darkness, it would be hard to locate the girl she’d been sent to find; but the rain would make it easy, at least for her. She closed her eyes and let her senses take in all the sounds of the rain and streets. She couldn’t help smiling as she remembered Charles teaching her this trick. He’d kept her from going mad as her mutant gene forced her senses to overload. She'd stood on the roof of his mansion, with him watching from below, on a rainy night like this. “Your senses are not your enemy, Sharon. They are your allies. Now focus, close your eyes and tell me what you see.” Eyes closed, she learned to use her senses to see where others could not. She couldn’t be blinded or fooled by tricks of light and shadow. If she took her time, she could hear heartbeats. Where you going, chica? Yah, don’t ya wanna play wit us? We could be good friends. The scream of the girl and laughter of the thugs brought her out of her brief memory. She focused on the sound and stood, turning to get her bearings. It was nearby. Maybe two blocks at most, in the alley. She paused at the edge of the roof. I was easily thirty feet across the street. Cake. She grabbed her Thunderstick from her belt and flicked it into its fully open form. With a running leap, she put its end to the roof and triggered an energy blast, propelling her across the street. She landed hard, tumbling across the gravelly rooftop. She paused and listened and felt with her senses again. The sounds of the alley flooded to her ears and she could feel the movements of the men within along her skin. The girl was there and they had her trapped. One block. Faster, she thought to herself. She rushed to the fire escape, sliding down the ladder and landing with a soft splash. She ran down the alleyway and across the quiet street. Four of them, she said to herself as she came up on the edge of the alley. She looked down the alley, breathing in the scents. Thugs, she thought, spotting the three thugs around the teenaged girl, but paying more attention to the leader hiding in the shadows. Just one gun, she thought, smelling the distinctive oil, even through the rain. Something pulled her senses to the girl. A faint blue glow surrounded the her. “A mutant,” she whispered, not really surprised. It was the only reason Charles would have sent her. “Well, not a mutant yet, but soon,” she said to herself. She could see the mutant gene, even before it was active. A gift she supposed. It used to be dangerous. Her look would trigger it; she’d make a mutant come immediately to his or her power just at a glance. It was nearly always painful, sometimes fatal. Charles had taught her to control that too, she remembered. “It’s amazing what you can see about a person if you know what to look for,” he’d told her. He’d certainly seen more than just a scared mutant in her. “Don’t hurt me, please,” the girl pleaded. She snapped back to the present again, looking down into the alley. She ran into the alley, feet splashing in the water gathered from the storm. “He won’t,” she growled, planting her staff and leaping forward, kicking the closest goon in the back of the head, sending him into the brick wall with a crunch. He didn’t get up. The other two turned towards her, one holding the girl, the other pulling a gun. Shots rang out, but she didn’t flinch. Tendrils of force sprung from her, slapping the bullets aside even as they flew at her. She grabbed the man by the wrist, turning it until he fell to his knees in pain. He dropped his gun and she jabbed the end of her staff into him, triggering sudden energy pulse. He groaned and collapsed. “Get lost,” she said at the man with the knife. He pressed it to the girls’ throat with a grin. She felt motion behind her. Another string of force leapt from her back, grabbing the bat just before it hit her head. She pushed back and slammed the bat into the head of the man who had swung it. “Let her go. Last warning,” she said. “Or what, freak? I can slice her before you can do anything.” It was going to happen; her senses felt it. The girl’s powers were manifesting. If the fool couldn’t see it, it wasn’t up to her to save him. “Have you found her, Sharon?” “Bad time to talk, Charles,” she replied. “Don’t let her hur…” “I know! I know!” She sighed and made her staff collapse, hurling the now smaller weapon at the man with the knife. It struck him in the forehead even as the girl burst into flames with a scream. The thug fell backwards from the hit in the forehead and the blast of fire, but was not seriously hurt. Well, not fatally anyway. He’d definitely carry some scars from that. Charles wouldn’t like that part. She should have acted sooner. Oh well, another lecture wouldn’t hurt. The girl collapsed in tears, her clothing burned away. Sharon hadn’t expected that. The rain beat down, extinguishing her flames. She recovered her Thunder Stick and holstered it. The goons slunk into the darkness, fleeing from the two mutants. Sharon poked the knocked out goon with her toe until he woke up. “Get lost,” she said to him too. Originality wasn’t her strong suit.  Sharon took off her long leather coat, kneeling in the inch deep water and wrapping it around the teen. She’s barely younger than I was, she mused. “Help me,” the girl sobbed. “I can’t,” Sharon said with sympathy. “But I know someone who can.” Police sirens sounded in the distance. She helped the girl to her feet and pulled her close. “Hold on to me,” she said, and led the girl out of the alley and down the street to where she'd left her motorcycle. Putting her helmet on the girl, she helped her on board. "Hold on to me," she said again, and the two rode off into the rain. Later...“What will you do with her?” Sharon asked. Her clothes were still damp, and her hair was starting to go to hell. She sighed and fidgetted with it in the mirror a moment, then gave up. She pulled her coat from the chair. “Help her control her powers; give her a place to feel safe.” “Same old, same old, hmm?” “You did well in finding her so quickly, Sharon, though you should have been better prepared for her powers manifesting,” Xavier said to her. She smiled, despite her mood. Some things about Charles were so predictable. “I heard that,” he said with good humor. She shrugged. “Fine, no lecture tonight. You could stay, you know. I could use your help in finding other mutants.” “You have my help whenever you need it Charles, you know that. Just like you know I won’t stay. I like my job. It pays the bills and I don’t have to fight mutants to do it.” She bent down and kissed him on the cheek before walking towards the door, pulling her coat on over her damp clothes. “You could call on me at home time to time.” “Your home is here, Sharon,” Xavier said. “You never give up," she said, smiling at him before becoming serious again. "I mean it Charles. If you need me for anything, just call. I owe you so much,” she said quietly, closing the door and walking back into the rain and her motercycle. Notes: In this story, Sharon would have used hero points to accomplish some of her deeds. The 'flight' between buildings as a temporary extra of energy blast on her Thunder Stick. The bat strike a temporary addition of the 'reflection' extra to deflection. BackgroundSharon’s mutant powers manifested when she was a young teen. Her senses began magnifying. At first, doctors thought she had a mental disorder, and indeed, so did she. She was committed to a mental institution, where she was under nearly constant sedation. Her mutant powers became uncontrollable, with strange tendrils of force striking out at the nurses trying to inject her with drugs. But the worst came shortly after her immunity surfaced. Upon looking at any person who had a latent mutant gene, the person’s powers exploded to the surface. This was nearly always painful and damaging to the person in question, and in the case of a nurse at the institute, fatal. After the death of the nurse, someone at the institute called on Charles Xavier. He took her from the institute and trained her to control her abilities. After a year of near total seclusion, they finally managed to control her gene activation power. Slowly, he helped her learn to use her senses, and control her strange tendrils that reacted often against her will or knowledge. When she turned 18 and graduated from school, she attended the police academy. She graduated with honors from the academy and was a police officer for three years, when her mutant abilities became known. She left to avoid the building anger that was being directed at her and formed her own private investigation business. She has worked at that ever since, helping Charles whenever he calls on her services. She specializes in finding runaways, and he has called on her to find mutants several times. DescriptionSharon is an attractive woman with a strong build. From her appearance, you can tell she takes good care of herself. When working, she dresses in simple clothes; jeans, t-shirts, and sturdy hiking boots or cowboy boots, depending on the situation. Most of the time, she is either in an ankle length leather trenchcoat, or her brown leather bomber jacket. Otherwise, she dresses as she feels, often in light dresses when the weather permits and she's not riding her motorcycle. She doesn't often wear makeup beyond lipstick, and keeps her hair fairly short, just below shoulder length. As mentioned, she has a motorcycle, an aging black honda. Other than that, she keeps standard PI gear handy. A data organizer, cell phone, camera and so forth. Her most prized equipment is what she lovingly calls her Thunder Stick. It's a collapseable quarterstaff made of Adamantium (or whatever strong metal our beloved GM will let it be made of <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> ). When collapsed, it is about 18 inches long. Fully extended, it is about six feet in length. Both ends are hollow, and it has the ability to discharge lethal kinetic energy blasts, or a kinetic stun blast (as the power). She has a holster she keeps under her jacket. Note: A good description would be a force lance from the TV series, Andromeda. Her super senses give off no noticeable effect themselves, but her deflection power manifests itself as transparent, pale green tendrils of energy, which snake out from her body to swat away objects whether they be bullets, energy blasts, bats, punches or kicks. Note: A good description would be from the Final Fantasy Movie, the creatures they are battling have similar coloration and appearance to her tendrils.</blockquote>

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