Saviors of a Broken World

[Lighthearter]

Added XP rules. Sorry.

-L

 

[Sonereal]

Night #1

So, it seems as if I've become a slight public nuisance given the alternate techniques I use to combat and deter crime. Not a problem, at least. I know where the woman known as Bombadier, AKA, Vestie's Ex, is hidden.

 

[KaiserElectric]

My back story is finished, and I'm ready to go.

 

[Omega124]

Level: 3
Name: The Black Knight
Attributes:
STR: 8
CON: 8
DEX: 5
INT: 8
WIS: 10 (8+2)
CHA: 11 (8+3)
Hit Points: 54
Speed: 15
Background: Soldier
Origin: Supernatural
Powers: Super Strength, Invulnerability, Charming Charisma, Insightful
Gadgets: None
Exosuit Gadgets: None
Code: Mandate From On High
Base: TBD
Vehicles: None,
Inventory: Sword, Nunchucks (Mace), Lance
Funds: 1750
XP: 120

How much would a lance or a shield cost? I'm trying to make a medieval themed hero here.

 

[landlubber]

My backstory has been posted.

 

[KaiserElectric]

Story written just for fun!

Spoiler :

Showtime, Kat. First impressions always stick.

"Who the hell are you?" demanded the police officer brusquely.

Kat cleared her throat, nervously straightening the solid maroon tie she wore. "My name's Foxtrot. I was wondering if I could help."

The cop eyed her suspiciously. In her head she wondered what drove her to choose a white blazer, trousers, and fedora for her superhero outfit in the first place. Combined with the walking stick and the domino mask, it wasn't exactly inconspicuous. Classy as hell, but it was a bit showy now that she thought about it.

"Look princess," the cop said irritably. "I have half a dozen nuts in there with hostages and itchy trigger fingers. I can't afford to have some wannabe vigilante waltz in there and complicate things further."

Foxtrot twirled the walking stick in her hand as she gave the cop a sweet smile. "I won't complicate things if you let me in. I just want to help save those nice people. Please?" Foxtrot was afraid she would have to cheat with a little psychic persuasion, but the cop seemed to loosen up.

"Fine, let's see what you can do, Foxtrot. Get in there and get out with those hostages. Don't kill the hostage takers unless you have to, okay?"

"Don't worry, killing isn't my style," Foxtrot said sweetly, bouncing on her heels into the office building surrounded by SWAT cars and floodlights. Sliding into the side entrance, she closed her eyes in focus. She counted six baddies and a number of hostages all on the second floor. Two were watching the hostages, while the other four patrolled the corridors. This would be interesting.

Foxtrot made her way upstairs to the offices. She quickly made her way to a supply closet containing a fuse box. Searching through the nearby locker, she found an ancient Nokia cell phone and a few scraps of metal. Smiling at her ingenuity, she fashioned a makeshift Taser and used it to ignite the wiring in the box. Within seconds, the lights on the second floor went out.

"The hell?" a voice in the darkness said.

"The cops cut the power!" another voice said.

"But the buildings outside are still lit up!" said a third voice.

"Quiet all of you! Don't panic, or I'll shoot you myself! We aren't leaving until we get what we want, savvy?"

I would digress, Foxtrot said quietly to herself. No sooner had she said that then a flashlight flickered on in the adjacent hallway. Time to act.

Foxtrot crept down the hallway and waited for the grunt to come around the corner. Moving quickly, she leapt out from behind the cubicle and delivered a swift elbow to the jaw. It worked like a charm, dropping the baddie like a rock.

"Taft? You alright over there big guy?"

Another one came around the corner, giving a cry of shock as the backup generator came on and illuminated the hallway. "We got company!" he shouted, firing his MP5 wildly in her direction.

Foxtrot gave a squeak of surprise as she dove behind the cubicle again. Thinking quickly, she waited until the shooter came up behind her, then took a clumsy leap over the cubicle wall right on top of him, giving out a vaguely Japanese karate shout. It sort of worked, as both she and the shooter were slammed into the wall opposite. Stars popped in front of her eyes as she delivered a knockout blow to the other man's head.

"Note to self, don't do that again," she said somewhat woozily. She shook it off in time to see the other two shooters charge down the hallway. Deciding to avoid another graceful martial arts move, she instead used a psychic pull to trip up the charging grunts, who fell flat on their faces. Foxtrot put them to sleep before moving on.

She ran down the corridor to the lounge where the hostages were held when the fifth grunt jumped around the corner and fired wildly at very close range. Unperturbed, she knocked the gun out of his hand and gave him an almighty whack on the neck with the cane, flooring him.

"Don't move!" the last man shouted at her. "Or I'll blow his brains all over the carpet!"

Foxtrot looked around to see a masked gunman with his arm around the neck of the police negotiator, pressing a silver pistol to the poor policeman's head.

"That's not very nice!" Foxtrot said indignantly. "Let him go."

"The man's eyes briefly went out of focus behind the plastic mask. "Okay, sure thing," he muttered in a deadpan. He let go of the hostage without a word.

"Now give me that gun and go outside and turn yourself in," Foxtrot ordered. With a nod of compliance, the gunman handed over his weapon and left. The hostages all stood up and cheered.

"That was amazing!" one man said. "You're a real hero! How did you manage to do that?"

Foxtrot recognized him as one of the assistant editors of the Herald. "Oh, you could say I got lucky," she said bashfully.

"I think it's amazing! Wait til I tell Kat about it at work tomorrow!"

Foxtrot almost blushed. "I'm sure she'd be glad to hear about it."

She turned to lead the hostages out of the building. As she left, there was a thunderous applause from the bystanders nearby, along with appreciative whoops from the policemen. The crowd pressed in on her and the hostages, thanking her profusely for saving their friends and family.

"Very impressive!" the cop from earlier said to her over the din. " I've never seen anything like it in all my years! What did you say your name was again?"

For the first time she noticed the television cameras around her waiting to hear her answer. Normally she was camera shy, but as it was her first time, it wouldn't hurt to get a little media attention.

"Foxtrot," she said confidently. "My name is Foxtrot."

 

[NinjaCow64]

This looks really cool!

However, timezones and blah blah blah mess with everything so I want to ask this question: What time do these things usually happen?

Oh, here is a character sheet (if I play that is)...

Level: 1
Name: Major Ninjcow of Russia
Attributes:
STR: 7
CON: 10
DEX: 7
INT: 7
WIS: 7
CHA: 7
Hit Points: 50 HP (20 HP without Invulnerability)
Speed: 7
Background: Soldier
Origin: Supernatural
Powers: Invulnerability, Firearms Specialist, Computer Specialist
Gadgets: N/A
Exosuit Gadgets: N/A
Code: Utter Pragmatist (Closest fit to the backstory. Basically, Major Ninjcow doesn't care about anything other than finding THE MAN and fixing the mess in Russia. Sure, if someone is doing something bad in front of him, he will stop them. But, he won't go out of the way to find trouble and will mainly confront challenges that will help him to find THE MAN. More info in the backstory.)
Base: Basement
Vehicles: None
Inventory: Assault Rifle (An AK-47 to be exact)
Funds: $0 (Spent it all!)

Backstory:

Major Ninjacow was born in Moscow 1897. He joined the army and quickly rose to the rank of Major. However, he did not support the government. Using his internal contacts, he orchestrated the revolution of February 1917. He was happy that a nation that had been a slave of the Tsars for so long could have it's freedom and join the league of democratic nations.

However, during his moment of triumph, disaster struck. During his campaign to reform the Russian economy into a Vodka Socialist Economy, he fell ill. He was suffering from liver poisoning brought about by the excess of Vodka drinking. He was going to die. However, a hooded man (who we will now refer to as THE MAN) walked into his house one day. THE MAN offered him a solution to his problem, however THE MAN said that it would have consequences. Ninjacow made the deal anyway, so THE MAN gave him enchanted Vodka that would cure him of his disease. Ninjacow drank, then he died. Or so, that's what everyone thought.

He was actually sleeping. Recovering from years of liver abuse. He conveniently slept through the October Revolution, WWII and many other events. He woke up sometime in the 1950s, he wasn't sure when. He found a note next to him. It said that because Ninjcow drank the enchanted Vodka Russia had to endure many hardships in the coming years. That it was all his fault.

Ninjcow discovered that he couldn't age and that he had become very resistant to physical injury (but not immortal, mind you). With these new found powers, he tried to topple the USSR and fix Russia's many problems, but he could not. The problems seemed to be resistant to his efforts, enchanted in a way. He knew there was only one man who could fix all of this. THE MAN who had given him the Vodka.

So he left Russia and vowed never to return until it was free from THE MAN's curse. He traveled around the world, tracking THE MAN. He fixed small problems along the way, cleaning up the mess of THE MAN and of other villans, great and small.

Ninjcow, after more than half a Century of searching, has narrowed the villan down to {{insert city name here}}. He believes that THE MAN has been mixing with the local underground. So he will track THE MAN down and make THE MAN fix Russia, even if he has too dismantle all the organised crime in the city. Whatever the cost.

((NOTE: Do not use my backstory as an excuse to argue about IRL politics. If you do I will be very disappointed.))

 

[Lighthearter]

NC, you have another Power 3 Origin-based, 1 Omni. You've used 3 total, which is alright since Origins can be exchanged for Omnis.

You still have one more

Timezone-wise, it's usually in the evening EST - 6/7PM. However, my schedule is flexible, and I can probably do missions at other hours if you want.

-L

 

[Sonereal]

Imagine my surprise when I just noticed I own a sword.

 

[NinjaCow64]

I just realised what little time I will have over Christmas for CFC. Dropping out, sorry.

 

[KaiserElectric]

Mission soon Lighty?

 

[Lighthearter]

Sure. I'm gonna shower then we can play. Call it 30 minutes.

-L

 

[KaiserElectric]

Eh, I wouldn't be able to make it tonight. Eating out with the fam.

I was expecting a later date.

 

[Lighthearter]

Ah, okay.

Maybe tomorrow night, but I promise nothing.

Still up for tonight.

-L

 

[Dem Taqat]

Any updates on the possibility of a mission tonight?
DT

 

[Dem Taqat]

Any updates on the possibility of a mission tonight?

Dum de Dum.

DT

 

[Lighthearter]

There will be a mission tomorrow night. That is all I can say right now.

-L

 

[Omega124]

There will be a mission tomorrow night. That is all I can say right now.

-L

I can make it as of now. It might change.

 

[KaiserElectric]

That should work for me.

 

[Lighthearter]

7:30 to 8:00 tonight is when I'll start.

-L