KalelChase has Character (and Class)
Jun 24, 2017 15:36:53 GMT
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Post by kalelchase on Jun 24, 2017 15:36:53 GMT
AGENT ECHO
“Real” Name: Leo Nixon
Class: Superhero
Race: Android
Level: 2
XP: 2703
Alignment: Chaotic
STR: 16 (True Strength: 32)
INT: 10
CON: 12
CHA: 12 = 2 SCM
HP: 14
AC: 7 (Too *hot* to hit: Sonic)
Move: 60
Special Abilities: Wrecking Things (3d6+1), range 10ft/level
Starting Cash: $450
Current Cash: $307
Weight Carried (Leo): 21.25
Weight Carried (AE): 5.75
Other possessions:
Costume ($60) w/ Utility Belt
Pocket Radio ($3/.5)
Spyglass ($12/3)
Compass ($4/.25)
Street Clothing ($5/1) – disheveled
Boots, Cowboy ($6)
Pocket Watch ($7/.5)
Bindle ($2/2)
Rabbit Trap x3 ($12/6)
Tent, Pup ($5/6)
Quart, Whiskey ($1) w/Flask
Poncho ($9)
Lay’s potato chip, 4 bags ($1)
Burnt Notebook, lab coat and badge
COSTUME: Skin tight white shirt and black leggins that Leo calls his ‘birthday’ suit. He dons a brownish domino mask as well as blue collar, gloves & strong-man trunks on the outside. On his chest is an indeterminable series of thin concentric circles, that if you stare at long enough seem to be undulating. The trunks have a small utility belt with various capsules holding his gear.
BACKGROUND:
*BANG*…. The sonic waves, as the small piece of metal broke the sound barrier, were a revelation to it. They washed through the <searching> *glass?* window of the assembly chamber, and rolled over its newly installed senso-skin. Systems and senses were activating in sequence: hearing, time, taste, ethics <1.0>, balance, direction, humor <<<error>>>, ego, and eventually sight. It… <adjustment> *I* peered through the clear part of the metal door, which was still vibrating from the sound waves 0.0177 seconds after they left the bullet.
The room held over a half-dozen bodies scattered around the <searching> *inanimate hospital*, several of them were *leaking*. Only two were standing; a man with a dark mustache, and a man in a white *cape* holding a glowing glass *beaker*. The mustached man had <searching> *pulled-the-trigger*, and I could see the waves cascade off the *bullet* as it sailed towards the man in the <adjustment> laboratory coat - the sound waves were beautiful.
I inferred (must practice more) that ‘Lab Coat’ was threatening to smash the glowing *beaker* to the ground before mustache decided to help that plan along, and while my motor functions came on-line it was not soon enough for me to help. The bullet found its mark in Lab Coat’s chest and he fell to the ground along with whatever concoction that had started to *catalyze* in the vial. I had inferred (getting better... I think) that the man in the coat was my creator and as I fully came to life, he was hitting the ground. The explosion from the shattering beaker made the sound of the bullet seem like a whisper. The activating chamber I was trapped in for the entirety of my 3.42 second life span was now the second thing to be sacrificed for my birth. It protected me from what was surely certain destruction. I was thrown free of the chamber, but into the larger room now engulfed in flames – there should be a phrase <adjustment> *proverb* for a situation like this.
I *dashed* over to Lab Coat, but it was too late him, or anyone else in the room. The flames parted for me.. I was vibrating! I managed to grab someone’s travel bag, a portion of the charred lab coat, a badge <Leonardo Nixon>, and a half a burnt notebook and escaped into the Los Angeles night.
Leo spent his first few months being a vagabond, and even left town by hopping a rail car. He helped Carlos, a bindle-stiff, escape a bull and became his road-kid, learning how to survive while keeping his road stakes flush. Eventually, he has come back to Los Angeles searching for clues about his origins. He stalks the neighborhood where the Lab burned down, tries to study the burnt notebook, and hangs with the Hobos, Tramps & Bums (in that order) that lay around Los Angeles. He has learned much about their culture, and how they are treated in society in general and has upgraded to Ethics 2.0 to protect the underdog and fight the corruption of the elite.
“Real” Name: Leo Nixon
Class: Superhero
Race: Android
Level: 2
XP: 2703
Alignment: Chaotic
STR: 16 (True Strength: 32)
INT: 10
WIS: 16 = +2 Melee
DEX: 11CON: 12
CHA: 12 = 2 SCM
HP: 14
AC: 7 (Too *hot* to hit: Sonic)
Move: 60
Special Abilities: Wrecking Things (3d6+1), range 10ft/level
+3 vs poison & missiles, +1 vs science & magic, +2 vs Poison Gas
45% immune to disease, gas and poison
Turbo Boost Jump: 18 feet, doubled per levelTechnology Awareness - 4 in 6
Wrecking - 8/day: Doors (7), Machines (10), generators (13), Robots (15), Cars (17)
Vulnerability: Vulnerable to the right frequency, lose all benefits ex. Tech Aware for 1d6 turns.Powers if;
- Going on recon: Change Self, Sleeping Nerve Pinch
- Going into known danger: Blast I, Spook Bad Guys
Starting Cash: $450
Current Cash: $307
Weight Carried (Leo): 21.25
Weight Carried (AE): 5.75
Other possessions:
Costume ($60) w/ Utility Belt
Flashlight ($1/1)
Handcuffs x 2 ($10/1)Pocket Radio ($3/.5)
Spyglass ($12/3)
Compass ($4/.25)
Street Clothing ($5/1) – disheveled
Boots, Cowboy ($6)
Pocket Watch ($7/.5)
Bindle ($2/2)
Rabbit Trap x3 ($12/6)
Tent, Pup ($5/6)
Quart, Whiskey ($1) w/Flask
Poncho ($9)
Lay’s potato chip, 4 bags ($1)
Burnt Notebook, lab coat and badge
COSTUME: Skin tight white shirt and black leggins that Leo calls his ‘birthday’ suit. He dons a brownish domino mask as well as blue collar, gloves & strong-man trunks on the outside. On his chest is an indeterminable series of thin concentric circles, that if you stare at long enough seem to be undulating. The trunks have a small utility belt with various capsules holding his gear.
SCM1: Carlos Ortega and Leo shouldn’t have been friends, but a couple of nights sharing California blankets can bring people together. Carlos taught Leo a lot about surviving those first few weeks, and that was before he knew what Leo could do, but when a jungle buzzard tried to put Carlos on a westbound train, Leo was forced to reveal his powers. He had certainly saved Carlos’ life and they both decided to come back to L.A. where Carlos had been a barnacle and a beachcomber for some time. Carlos agreed to use his contacts to help Leo find out more about what he was and where he was from, but they’re both very bad at keeping out of trouble. Currently staying in a .75c a day flop house. Leo checks in with Carlos every once in a while to get the skinny on what's happening on skid-row.
SCM2: Dr Hastings MD (and wife Barbara) who rent their garage apartment to him.
BACKGROUND:
*BANG*…. The sonic waves, as the small piece of metal broke the sound barrier, were a revelation to it. They washed through the <searching> *glass?* window of the assembly chamber, and rolled over its newly installed senso-skin. Systems and senses were activating in sequence: hearing, time, taste, ethics <1.0>, balance, direction, humor <<<error>>>, ego, and eventually sight. It… <adjustment> *I* peered through the clear part of the metal door, which was still vibrating from the sound waves 0.0177 seconds after they left the bullet.
The room held over a half-dozen bodies scattered around the <searching> *inanimate hospital*, several of them were *leaking*. Only two were standing; a man with a dark mustache, and a man in a white *cape* holding a glowing glass *beaker*. The mustached man had <searching> *pulled-the-trigger*, and I could see the waves cascade off the *bullet* as it sailed towards the man in the <adjustment> laboratory coat - the sound waves were beautiful.
I inferred (must practice more) that ‘Lab Coat’ was threatening to smash the glowing *beaker* to the ground before mustache decided to help that plan along, and while my motor functions came on-line it was not soon enough for me to help. The bullet found its mark in Lab Coat’s chest and he fell to the ground along with whatever concoction that had started to *catalyze* in the vial. I had inferred (getting better... I think) that the man in the coat was my creator and as I fully came to life, he was hitting the ground. The explosion from the shattering beaker made the sound of the bullet seem like a whisper. The activating chamber I was trapped in for the entirety of my 3.42 second life span was now the second thing to be sacrificed for my birth. It protected me from what was surely certain destruction. I was thrown free of the chamber, but into the larger room now engulfed in flames – there should be a phrase <adjustment> *proverb* for a situation like this.
I *dashed* over to Lab Coat, but it was too late him, or anyone else in the room. The flames parted for me.. I was vibrating! I managed to grab someone’s travel bag, a portion of the charred lab coat, a badge <Leonardo Nixon>, and a half a burnt notebook and escaped into the Los Angeles night.
Leo spent his first few months being a vagabond, and even left town by hopping a rail car. He helped Carlos, a bindle-stiff, escape a bull and became his road-kid, learning how to survive while keeping his road stakes flush. Eventually, he has come back to Los Angeles searching for clues about his origins. He stalks the neighborhood where the Lab burned down, tries to study the burnt notebook, and hangs with the Hobos, Tramps & Bums (in that order) that lay around Los Angeles. He has learned much about their culture, and how they are treated in society in general and has upgraded to Ethics 2.0 to protect the underdog and fight the corruption of the elite.
