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>Name: Daria Bellhouse

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

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>>6426

Name: Johnathan Drury, AKA The Muffin Man

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian-Asian Mixed (British Father, Japanese Mother)

Place of Birth: London

Place of Residence: Manhattan, New York City, New York

Heavenly Virtue: Charity

Deadly Sin: Envy

Fluff: Johnathan Drury always loved food. His parents, both world renowned chefs, served their little boy only the best of food at all times. He grew up healthy, smart and with a surprisingly gifted palette; and he grew up knowing that, above all, he wanted to be a great chef like his parents. Unfortunately, Johnathan was never a great chef– he just couldn't get the hang of cooking meat, stews, fruits, vegetables… the one thing he could do well, though, was pastries and baking. Unfortunately, there were enough great bakers in the world, and Johnathan's parents gently ushered him toward the field of Chemistry, which he excelled at.

Johnathan did so– with dire consequences. Armed with his own baking prowess and a Master's in Chemistry, Johnathan has carved out his chunk of his family's sum and moved to New York– intending to prove that his cupcakes, breads and biscuits aren't just good, they're to DIE for.

Aside from his bag of lethal pastry, The Muffin Man wears a sleeveless chef's outfit, heat-resistant kevlar gloves, a rather large chef's hat, a kevlar facemask and a pair of blast goggles.

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Name: Annabelle Minsk

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Miscegenated

Place of Birth: Portland, Maine

Place of Residence: New Orleans, Louisiana.

Heavenly Virtue: Fortitude

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Annabelle had never been a scientist, a fighter, a hero, any of that shit. Truth was, she was just a bartender. A glass-filler/eye-turner at a sleazy Bourbon Street bar & grill. This wasn't where she'd expected her life to lead.

Annabelle had always wanted to be a movie star, an actress on the big screen. How was she supposed to wow the crowds and live the life of a celebrity when she was stuck in a run-down place like this?

Worry not, Miss Minsk. Your day of fame will come.

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Name:Buddy Adger

Age:26

Sex:Male and hell yes

Ethnicity:White

Place of Birth:New York,New York

Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

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>>6428

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits:

+Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

-Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

>>6426

Name: Mark Abrams

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

Name: Juan Jao

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Chinese

Place of Birth: Japan

Place of Residence: Hawaii

Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff: A chinese man born in japan, and then raised in Hawaii, Juan jao has had an everchanging life. He has moved from state to state due to his fathers business job, and during that time his mother instilled kindness and warmth into him. Raised into a joyful young man he always had the best grades in school, and was very sociable. Sadly the business and hardworking life was never for him, so he set off to travel the world for fun. When he returned home he was a renaissance man of sorts, good at many things that he learned sheerly for fun. He is now contemplating what he wants to be in life.

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Name: Quentim

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Qwhite

Place of Birth: Land of the free home of the brave

Place of Residence: Chicago

Heavenly Virtue: Chastity

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Never knowing his mother, and his dad being away alot for bodyguard work, jordan picked up a huge interest for history (mostly ww2) and reading about the wars and tactics made him wish for wars of that kind to come back, where you did not rely on nukes, and instead fought eachother on the battlefield to the last man with everything on the line. His dad noticing his interest in war and such decided to teach him how to use weapons. and eventually jordan decided to work for a mafia boss as his bodyguard like his dad has before, And one day out of nowhere several ww2 weapons poped out of nowhere with a german soldier. exteremly confused he asked the german what he was doing there in a ww2 costume, The german replied with "Here to follow you"

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>>6429

One day, while walking to work, you walk pas a construction site. Holding your coffee and briefcase, you don't notice it until the worker shouted, and by then it was too late. "Look out below!", the man bellowed. You looked around to see where the noise had come from, and before you knew what was happening, you felt a pressure on you, like you were deep underwater. Everything went black for a while, but soon, you pushed your way out. Looking back on the spot where you had been standing, you saw a solid ton of bricks. You looked at yourself, and saw a silvery film disappear under your arms. Later, at the doctor's office, you found that there was nothing physically wrong with you, though you were sure that what happened was nothing natural.

Power(s): Steelskin: You can survive great impacts and other physical trauma seamlessly. You aren't necessarily any stronger than you were before. In fact, you don't feel different at all.

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Ambitious: Your lust for money and power knows few bounds. You are not content to run your company forever. You want more out of life, and you feel that life expects more from you. Your parents also raised you in such a way, that you feel that you are simply better at most things than your peers.

-5 to most social interaction. Due to your nature as a ruthless businessman, others may look on you unfavorably, or simply be uncomfortable around you. Indeed, some may say that you radiate an oppressive air. [Other penalties as I see fit. You're paying for the money and status.]

Money: A non issue

Inventory: Fine pressed silk suit, black Oxfords.

Name: Don Atello Carmenza

Age: 60

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Italian

Place of Birth: New York

Place of Residence: Chicago

Heavenly Virtue: Chastity

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: Aged patriarch, and father of a mafia, he was the son of another Crime Boss in New York. Many decades ago, he came set up another family branch here in Chicago.

An especially bloody takeover considering that he essentially rounded up the local crime bosses, in the spirit of peace after the death of his eldest son, vowing for no acts of vengeance, and then all of them encountering "unfortunate accidents" in the city shortly after. While he was at an infants baptism no less.

He's known to have an odd choice of body guard, including a WW2 fanatic who seems to think that the best arms are those from a war nearly 60 years ago. Whatever the matter though, he's known to be absolutely ruthless in his quest and greed for influence, and to dominates the crimeworld.

>>6430

Power(s): Chemical Genius (Seriously, you could win a Nobel Prize if you stopped throwing exploding cupcakes at people.)

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+Master Baker: Everyone knows you because your pastires are so damn tasty. +20 to social rolls when interacting with people who have had a non explosive baked good that they knew was from you.

-Odd: You dress up as some kind of Baker-Batman and throw exploding food at people. You feel a need to do that regularly, and if you don't, you are a scone's throw away from fighting crime. With pastries.

Money: A few thousand dollars

Inventory: A bag of cupcake grenades, undetectable by any means as anything other than delicious cupcakes

Name: Byron DuMont

Age: 23

Sex: M

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Broken Arrow, Oklahoma

Place of Residence: Orlando, Florida

Heavenly Virtue: Justice

Deadly Sin: Rage

Fluff: Born in a small town outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma, Byron dreamed of a bigger world around him. He worked through out highschool to save up enough money to move to Florida, a place he had visited as a child and fallen in love with. Always getting into fights and arguments with bullies, thieves, and liars, he has a strong moral compass which he uses to keep himself, and sometimes others, on the straight and narrow. Not afraid to cut loose, but always has a backup plan in case things go sideways. He works for a software development company out of Orlando developing cutting edge Machine Learning software, and hopes to someday have a hand in developing the first true AI.

>>6431

For years, it has seemed like the world has passed you over. You're a beautiful person, but only sleazy people ever seem to notice you. One night, walking back to your flat from work (on your usual route), a man charged into the alley you were passing through. A knife was in his hand, and his eyes were wide. He raised it above his head and howled. Just as you thought you would meet your end at the hands of a junkie, he passed you by, uulating and waving his knife. You walked home, and several people nearly bumped into you. You sat down and went to turn on the TV, but before you did, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the TV. Or rather, your lack of one. You freaked out and changed back, but you knew that something was up.

Power(s): Invisibility. At the moment, it is sporadic. You are usually able to control it, but sometimes, you are given away by a faint glimmer in the air, or the sound of your breathing.

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+Attractive: You are beautiful. Every inch of you would incite envy from friends and strangers alike. +5 to most social interaction

-Attractive: Your stunning looks sometimes draw the wrong kind of attention towards you. Sleazy people are always coming on, but sometimes, you are held to be an unattainable standard by others. Men usually think that they could never be with you, and you make most women green with envy. Because of this, you lead a surprisingly solitary existence. -5 To social interaction with some other people. As was told above, you sometimes attract the wrong kind of attention.

Money: 325$. Literally just enough to pay the rent. If you don't mind not eating for two or three days.

Inventory: Pepper spray (Nawlins is dangerous, especially when you get out of work.)

Name: Nathaniel Holt

Age: 21

Sex: M

Ethnicity: Germanic

Place of Birth: Augusta, Maine

Place of Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Envy

Fluff: Nathaniel's birth was a tragedy, born to a single mother who died in childbirth he was quickly sent into government care but unlike most newborns Nathan never got picked up by loving parents and instead grew up being transported between temporary homes and boarding schools watching friends disappear and get what he only dreamed of. As Nathan grew he saw himself more and more as separate from the rest of the world an unwanted piece of the societal puzzle drawing in and away from others watching as an observer until he was eventually released into society as a legal adult. Now a few years later while a bit of an odd duck Nathan makes a living in the City of Lights watching and reporting in the depths of one of the city's casinos monitoring security cameras wishing he could be one of the high rollers that he gets to watch win and lose his entire year's salary in seconds and just laugh it off.

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>>6426

Name: Thomas Malroy

Age: 22

Sex: M

Ethnicity: Mixed, mostly White

Place of Birth: Sioux Falls, SD

Place of Residence: University of Minnesota Dormitories

Heavenly Virtue: Intelligence

Deadly Sin: Obsession

Fluff: An honor roll student who managed to test his way out of the endless cycle of lower-middle class life he had been born into, attaining a full ride scholarship in the field of Bio/medical technologies at the University of Minnesota. And even then, he is studious almost to a fault, nearly done with eight years of college in only five. Just one more year to go…hope nothing 'interesting' happens.

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>>6472

I did this right after waking up.

>Virtue: Persistence

>Sin: Envy

>>6426

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

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>>6432

I'll do it right

Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time. Even it looks nasty and vile we still have to do it.(Diligence)

Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

>>6426

>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>Age:23

>Sex:Female

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

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Okay. B. Adger.

One night, as the rain poured down on the city that never sleeps, your closet beckoned to you. Inside it, you kept your father's old costume. One piece at a time, you put it on. The coat, the boots, and the hood. Underneath your coat was holstered your trusty Glock 19, carrying fifteen rounds of death. [Additional rounds of death included in coat pockets]. Kitted out thus, you step out onto the slick fire escape and clamber down, like you did some nights as a child, when you would explore the urban jungle. Your boots soon found traction on the dark pavement. For a while, you walked, keeping to the shadows. Soon, though, you came upon exactly what you were looking for. A few hoodlums with baseball bats were roughing up an older man in an alley. They hadn't started laying into him yet, but who knows what could happen. Without fear, you approached them. When they noticed you, some laughed, but one or two recognized the mask from news stories when they were kids. Those ones insisted to the others that you were supposed to be dead, that something felt real off about it. A few started approaching you, bats at the ready, but stopped in their tracks when you brandished your pistol. You had three shots for each of them in the magazine, and were prepared to make them count. All of a sudden, one bum rushed you, catching you off guard. You fired, but your shot went wide. As the youth barreled towards you, you aimed for him again, but before you could pull the trigger, he was on top of you. He brought the bat down on your head. Through your head. Through your chest, and straight onto the ground, stumbling as he did so. You reacted quickly, not knowing what the fuck had happened, but deciding to make the most of it. A 9x19 millimeter parabellum bullet embedded itself in his skull, and more of the hoods followed suit. As their blood mixed with the pavement and rainwater, mixing into the gutters, you looked at the first man's bat. It was totally broken in half, shaped like a boomerang. The rain kept falling, the boys kept running, your gun kept smoking, and the world kept turning, but you were a changed man. You'd killed people, and it didn't feel wrong. You decided to test something. Reaching for the brick wall in front of you, you put your hand against it. Well, through it. Your arm recoiled in shock, but you knew what you were not. You were the Ghost, and more would learn to fear your name.

Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

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+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)

-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

Money: $316

Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

>>6434

Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1000 lbs for now.)

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+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

Money: $1200

Inventory: None

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>>>6434

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1000 lbs for now.)

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>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $1200

>Inventory: None

>>6435

"Sometimes, I just don't understand it." you say to your weatherman. "I mean, I'm good enough. I'm smart enough, and doggone it, people LIKE me."

Both of you are sitting outside a pub in your town. Some people wave at you as they pass, but you keep talking to your coworker.

"I mean, why haven't I made it big time yet? I should be doing at LEAST regional news, if not addressing the nation." You take a sip of your beer. "It just doesn't make any sense." You look at Brock and see that he's fallen asleep.

"Well, you can pay the tab," you say as you get up. As you walk into your apartment building, you drop your keys. You bend to pick them up, and as you're standing to open the door, you see you landlord approaching out of the corner of your eye. ""Shitshitshitshitshit…" you whisper as you fumble with the keys. New suits aren't cheap, but neither is the rent, and your need to look tip-top is coming back to bite you in the ass. You just manage to open the door when your landlord comes up to you.

"Hey Steve, how's it going?" That's always how he starts out.

"Well, I've been alright, mostly. But-"

"Yeah. That's good. Listen. I gotta go now, but I wanted to remind you that your rent is overdue."

His statement normally goes in one ear and out the other, but this time, it triggers flashbacks to the worst times of your life. The time a car drove through a puddle and ruined your new seersucker suit. The time your ex spilled wine on your linen pants. The time that the tailor fucked up and gave you the suit that was fitted for Mr. Wong, the Asian sports anchor with dwarfism. Come to think of it, the most traumatizing events of your life all involve suits. Thinking of all of your personal tragedies, you start to wonder. Why do you have to pay HIM? What has he ever done for you? What has anyone ever done for you? As he starts to walk away, you stop him."

"Listen up, Rob!"

"It's Bill."

"Whatever! I am sick and tired of paying rent. Every month you come around and break my kneecaps about it. No more! If not for you and your bullshit, I'd be addressing the nation at seven o clock! No. Now it's YOU," you poke him in his fat chest, "who will be paying ME the rent."

Bill stands there for a while, awestruck.

"Well, Steve, if I'd have known you didn't wanna pay the rent, I wouldn't have asked you. Here. Have fifty bucks on me. You'll see more of it next month."

He stuffs a wad of bills into your hands.

"See ya tomorrow, Steve!"

You stand there, bewildered. You told him to give you your apartment for free, and he did it. This… this is a shocking development. The next day, you test it out. Instead of asking people for stuff, you tell them. 100% of the time, you get what you want. By the end of the day, you've ordered a new suit, gotten Wong to pay your bar tab, and gotten a promotion to afternoon anchor. As you walk home, you wonder what you can do with this.

Power(s): Hyper-Charisma - Most people will just do what you tell them to do. (Does not affect other players unless extenuating circumstances arise)

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+Handsome: +10 to interaction with the opposite sex, even when not wearing a suit.

-Soon after discovering your powers, you discover something else: They don't work when you aren't wearing a suit. This would be an issue in summer, but hey, that's why they invented linen.

Money: Not typically an issue when interacting with people

Inventory: Nice watch, plenty of nice suits at home.

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Rolled 18, 14 = 32 (2d100)

Since I have no idea of what dice we should roll I'm going to go with what I assume is standard for hero builders

2 actions 1d100 each

1.2. Well. Lets see if we can't get some money. There are all sorts of places a snake can get into that a person can't. And I heard that jewelry shop is having a sale on snake themed jewelry. Lets go rob the place!

>I am now a batman villain.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

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>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 11, 2 = 13 (2d100)

Name:Buddy Adger

Age:26

Sex:Male and hell yes

Ethnicity:White

Place of Birth:New York,New York

Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

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Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

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+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)

-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

Money: $316

Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

Apparently either I'm dead or the costume will cause intangibility. Well lets test it out right now

1. Go to work if any crazy shit happens then my makeshift theory will be proven

2. Corruption it's everywhere and in every crevice I suspect the police is corrupt. This needs to be verified and so patrolling the local shady areas will be needed. this has to be done at night when The Ghost is the most active. Nobody can't tell the difference between a deadman and a imposter during this hour.

>>6436

You've always been a man of the world, with many skills under your belt, and have always thought about yourself as an adaptable individual. After a stay in Australia, you decided to head back to Hawaii for a while. When you were over the ocean, one of the plane's engines cut out. A distress call went out, but before the plane even hit the water, something tore you from your seat. You plunged through the fuselage, knowing that you should be dead by now, and started falling at an insane speed. You were travelling a couple hundred miles an hour horizontally, just because of the plane's momentum, and you could see the water approaching fast. Soon, the water was all you saw, but instead of breaking every bone in your body, as well as rupturing all of your internal organs, you skipped across the surface of the water like a flat stone. It seemed like you moved that way for hours, and never once did you stop fearing for your life. After a while of spinning and skipping, you saw an island approach in the distance. Fast. When you hit it, you hit it hard. The journey had robbed little of your momentum, and you crashed into the sand and rock of the island, spraying sand dirt and rock into the ocean. You stood up, unharmed. During your stay on the island, you discovered something. You adapt to dangers before they arise. You can breathe underwater, your body cools during the day and warms during the night. Any direct dangers to your existence became irrelevant on the island. After a month of eating fish, you saw a cruise ship headed your way. When you waved and hollered, your arms flashed and your voice sounded like a fighter jet taking off. Aboard the ship, you learned the fate of the plane you were on. It had been found beached on another island, with no surviviors. Not only were there no survivors, there were no bodies whatsoever. This does't affect you presently, however, as you now have no money, no clothes, and not a clue what the fuck is going on.

Power(s): Preemptive Adaptation

Traits:

+Multilingual: You're a bright guy, and can speak several languages. Pick three languages in addition to Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and English. Your character knows these languages like he has been a native speaker his whole life.

-Everywhere you go, you feel like a bit of an outsider, and are sometimes ostracized for no good reason. (-5 to social checks) In addition, your powers don't hold up to EVERYTHING.

Money: None

Inventory: BAHAHA

You have nowhere to stay. The cruise ship anchors in the U.S. where everyone is more than understanding about your passport-less-ness predicament. You elect not to tell them about the skipping stone-water breathing thing. Probably for the best.

>>6437

Power(s): Extreme Combat Skills: You skills in combat are only matched by a few, like Mad Jack Churchill and John Basilone to name a couple.

Traits:

+Mysterious German: This guy's been good to you so far.

+Mob connections: You have more pull than your average WWII obsessed bodyguard

-Mysterious German: Fuck. I hope he isn't a Nazi

-Mob Connections: Unfortunately, in order to get at your boss, people have to go through you.

Money: The Family provides, but you're not doing too poorly. Definitely not doing very well though.

Inventory: Lots of guns n' ammo

>>6431

A NOTE TO ALL PLAYERS

This is a one off occurrence, so don't bitch to me about your powers. I won't change them. Thank you.

Power(s): Pheromone Control: A look can send someone wild, a whisper could send them into a rage. You could sing a lullaby that would knock out a heavyweight boxer. Well, you can't do any of that just by looking, whispering, or singing, but you can exude a general cloud of pheromones which fulfil different purposes. At the moment, you can induce feelings of: lust, rage, fear, joy, sadness, and lethargy. You need to roll to use them.

Traits:

+Attractive: You are beautiful. Every inch of you would incite envy from friends and strangers alike. +5 to most social interaction

-Attractive: Your stunning looks sometimes draw the wrong kind of attention towards you. Sleazy people are always coming on, but sometimes, you are held to be an unattainable standard by others. Men usually think that they could never be with you, and you make most women green with envy. Because of this, you lead a surprisingly solitary existence. -5 To social interaction with some other people. As was told above, you sometimes attract the wrong kind of attention.

Money: 325$. Literally just enough to pay the rent. If you don't mind not eating for two or three days.

Inventory: Pepper spray (Nawlins is dangerous, especially when you get out of work.)

>>6439

As a second generation Italian immigrant, and the son of an extremely successful 'businessman', you always admired the characters of Coppola and Puzo. Their wealth, power, and sophistication. You have managed to move into the Windy City and take it over with one thing and one thing alone.

Mind bullets.

Not really. But you found a few decades ago that you can skim people's thoughts and dig for dirt in their heads. Knowing about an affair, or past crimes can be an extremely useful tool, even if you can't prove it. You are feared and hated by your enemies, but they can't do much about it.

Power(s): Mind Reading (So far, you've only developed your power to find things that others want to hide, not necessarily specific things.)

Traits:

+Powerful: You are Chicago. The police, the mayor, and most other officials are in your pocket.

-Hated: You have more than your share of enemies, and they are becoming more desperate to get at you by the second.

Money: Enough.

Inventory: A few Cubans and an old handgun.

>>6441

A gloved hand lowers a needle onto an old record.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VABoyE12Mr4

You look in the mirror and slick back your hair.

"Monsieur Trump." You turn around and look at the fat, orange man tied to a chair in the dingy basement.

"Do you know what this is?" He seems to try to mumble something, shaking his head.

"Non? I will tell you." You lean in close, your breath sickly sweet with the stench of death. "It is the overture to Carmen, by Georges Bizet. The play was controversial in its time for the death of the main character, among other things." Standing up, you walk over to a table and pick up a tourniquet and a hunter's knife. "You see," you say, sharpening the knife, "Carmen was the main character, a gypsy. She seduced a soldier, but left him for a matador. The soldier killed her in a jealous rage." You pause for a moment, chuckling. "It is a comedy." Turning back to him, you lean on the table, sharpening the knife. "You see, I never understood why. I saw it for the first time in Paris, when I turned twenty. On that birthday, I gained an appreciation for the arts that I did not have before." You step forward and tie the tourniquet around the man's arm. "You are a self-made man, like me. Unlike me, you have vast sums of money. Also, unlike me, you are always under guard. Well…" you pause, "you were." Smiling, you reveal a line of perfectly white teeth, filed down to points. "You see, you have always had the spotlight. Well, compared to the common folk, such as myself." Leaning in again, you can see his face turning red, you can smell his fear. "Well, Monsieur." You lean back and lower the knife. "This is your Carmen."

Power(s): Heat vision: You can see tasty morsels wherever they may hide. This is a passive power.

Traits:

+French: There is something about the French accent that some women find incredibly attractive. You've found this helpful when trying to get past security guards of the fairer sex. (+5 to social interaction with women)

-Ghoul: You need to get your sustenance from human flesh, for your stomach rejects almost anything else.

Money: $5000

Inventory: "Medical" tools, Donald Trump's wallet

>>6445

Okay. Just so you all know, I am done writing backstory. It's going to streamline the process if I just give you your powers and a brief description of what they do.

Power(s): Technomancy (Ever wanted to surf the web without a computer? You can do that. How about breaking into anything locked with an electronic keypad? Making random folks' phones go off, buying a pizza online with someone else's credit card. All of that is possible.)

Traits:

+/-Ambitious: Your end goal is to create actual artificial intelligence, and you won't let anything stand in your way. Keep this in mind as you play your character. Good roleplaying will be rewarded

Money: Enough (Honestly, I don't know why I included money)

Inventory: Laptop

>>6447

Power(s): Dice manipulation (In your hands, dice can do your bidding, becoming deadly projectiles, rolling perfectly, or even breaking the fourth wall)

Traits:

+A game of chance: Once per every three turns, you can reroll one of your rolls. These do not stack.

-The outsider: You've been an outsider your whole life, which has cumulated in a job where you sit in a room watching people play games. For whatever reason, people just feel uneasy around you. Booze helps it. (-10 to social interaction with non-drunk people)

Money: Fine, I'll keep doing money. 523 dollars.

Inventory: Lucky malachite dice

>>6450

Power(s): Chameleon/Shape Shifter (You can turn partially invisible or turn into someone, though both can be fairly difficult)

Traits:

+Liar: You lie about your gender, or you're just disingenuous about your condition. Thus, you are a good liar.

-Trap: Despite the fact that you FEEL like a girl, your balls still guide you st times, with testosterone-related things an issue. You also probably don't want anyone to find out that you'r a guy.

Money: 623$

Inventory: Mood ring and the album 'Changesbowie'

>>6472

>Hope nothing interesting happens

You fall into toxic waste. It doesn't give you superpowers, you just get cancer.

Just kidding. And Intelligence and Obsession were not mentioned in the Bible.

Power(s): Telekinesis (WE HAVE OUR FIRST REALLY STEREOTYPICAL POWER)

Traits:

+Biologist: You get a +20 to checks involving biology, such as knowing where to hit someone to knock them out, how to concoct cures to illnesses using wild plants, etc.

-Small frame: You're a small guy [for you], and are physically weak. (-10 to endurance/constitution based tests)

Money: 890 buckerinos

Inventory: A Swedish penis pump and some pegs from the game Mastermind

>>6487

You wanted backstory? Too bad! You get this:

You got superpowers and it made your employer like you.

>Power(s): Gunslinging (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

>Traits:

+Bullet time: Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-Hound Dog: You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

>Money: 910 Euros

>Inventory: A large collection of modern firearms as well as the tools needed to maintain them and enough ammo to last a lifetime.

>>6491

>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>Traits:

+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>Money: 835 dollars

>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

>>6494

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

Rolled 49, 11 = 60 (2d100)

Name: Juan Jao

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Chinese

Place of Birth: Japan

Place of Residence: Hawaii

Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff: A chinese man born in japan, and then raised in Hawaii, Juan jao has had an everchanging life. He has moved from state to state due to his fathers business job, and during that time his mother instilled kindness and warmth into him. Raised into a joyful young man he always had the best grades in school, and was very sociable. Sadly the business and hardworking life was never for him, so he set off to travel the world for fun. When he returned home he was a renaissance man of sorts, good at many things that he learned sheerly for fun. He is now contemplating what he wants to be in life.

Power(s): Preemptive Adaptation

Traits:

+Multilingual: You're a bright guy, and can speak several languages. Pick three languages in addition to Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and English. Your character knows these languages like he has been a native speaker his whole life.

-Everywhere you go, you feel like a bit of an outsider, and are sometimes ostracized for no good reason. (-5 to social checks) In addition, your powers don't hold up to EVERYTHING.

Money: None

Inventory: BAHAHA

1,2. Alright, im gonna get through this. Im gonna call mom and dad, ask them to send a limo or something to get me, and go home to hawaii where I have money and safety. These powers are wicked, but I need some proper rest!

Rolled 33, 39 = 72 (2d100)

>>6912

Name: Dakota McCaffery

Age: 20

Sex: Male, but don't draw attention to it

Ethnicity:

Place of Birth: Ann Arbor, Michigan

Place of Residence: Portland, Oregon

Heavenly Virtue: Charity

Deadly Sin: Sloth

Fluff: A gentle soul who would never hurt a fly, as a boy, Dakota was tricked into dressing as a girl by his sister. Through a series of misunderstandings and administrative mix-ups, he was compelled to maintain this facade through college, where he is now studying psychology, although not making the best grades. He would prefer it if you used "she/her" pronouns, due to the potentially disastrous consequences of being found out.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Chameleon/Shape Shifter (You can turn partially invisible or turn into someone, though both can be fairly difficult)

Traits:

+Liar: You lie about your gender, or you're just disingenuous about your condition. Thus, you are a good liar.

-Trap: Despite the fact that you FEEL like a girl, your balls still guide you st times, with testosterone-related things an issue. You also probably don't want anyone to find out that you'r a guy.

Money: 623$

Inventory: Mood ring and the album 'Changesbowie'

1, 2: practice changing into different people, to be able to do it on the fly

Rolled 69, 12 = 81 (2d100)

>>6583

>Name: Annabelle Minsk

>Age: 31

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Miscegenated

>Place of Birth: Portland, Maine

>Place of Residence: New Orleans, Louisiana.

>Heavenly Virtue: Fortitude

>Deadly Sin: Pride

>Fluff: Annabelle had never been a scientist, a fighter, a hero, any of that shit. Truth was, she was just a bartender. A glass-filler/eye-turner at a sleazy Bourbon Street bar & grill. This wasn't where she'd expected her life to lead.

>Annabelle had always wanted to be a movie star, an actress on the big screen. How was she supposed to wow the crowds and live the life of a celebrity when she was stuck in a run-down place like this?

>Worry not, Miss Minsk. Your day of fame will come.

Name: Annabelle Minsk

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Miscegenated

Place of Birth: Portland, Maine

Place of Residence: New Orleans, Louisiana.

Heavenly Virtue: Fortitude

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Annabelle had never been a scientist, a fighter, a hero, any of that shit. Truth was, she was just a bartender. A glass-filler/eye-turner at a sleazy Bourbon Street bar & grill. This wasn't where she'd expected her life to lead.

Annabelle had always wanted to be a movie star, an actress on the big screen. How was she supposed to wow the crowds and live the life of a celebrity when she was stuck in a run-down place like this?

Worry not, Miss Minsk. Your day of fame will come.

Power(s): Pheromone Control: A look can send someone wild, a whisper could send them into a rage. You could sing a lullaby that would knock out a heavyweight boxer. Well, you can't do any of that just by looking, whispering, or singing, but you can exude a general cloud of pheromones which fulfil different purposes. At the moment, you can induce feelings of: lust, rage, fear, joy, sadness, and lethargy. You need to roll to use them.

Traits:

+Attractive: You are beautiful. Every inch of you would incite envy from friends and strangers alike. +5 to most social interaction

-Attractive: Your stunning looks sometimes draw the wrong kind of attention towards you. Sleazy people are always coming on, but sometimes, you are held to be an unattainable standard by others. Men usually think that they could never be with you, and you make most women green with envy. Because of this, you lead a surprisingly solitary existence. -5 To social interaction with some other people. As was told above, you sometimes attract the wrong kind of attention.

Money: 325$. Literally just enough to pay the rent. If you don't mind not eating for two or three days.

Inventory: Pepper spray (Nawlins is dangerous, especially when you get out of work.)

Annabelle had hardly noticed a change at first. The days went by as usual. But sometimes, when she started getting sad, everyone else would get a little gloomier as well. If someone got her pissed, the other people in the room started shouting alongside her. After a while, it was something she could control. She didn't have to get angry, just think about getting angry, and others would. She still doesn't know WHY they emote as she wills, but she certainly likes finally getting people to react.

1 - She's still got a day job, though. Hopefully this means she'll be able to keep the gropey ones off of her, at least.

2 - After work, Annabelle tries to focus on controlling her power a bit more. Once Dale gets home (hey, apartments aren't cheap and two people can split the rent!) she'll see if she can't work a little of her 'magic' on his emotions. Nothing too serious, of course. Just a bit more willfull.

Rolled 81, 45 = 126 (2d100)

>>6498

>Name: Steven SilversAge: 28Sex: MaleEthnicity: Vague EuropeanPlace of Birth: An town of 126 people in rural IdahoPlace of Residence: Suburban Albany, New YorkHeavenly Virtue: DiligenceDeadly Sin: PrideFluff: An immaculate suit, the RIGHT way to talk, a shiny haircut. Image is success, and BOY do you want success. Anything to step from that near-literal backwater and into the REAL world.Not that you begrudge the folks back home. If that's what they want out of life, that's fine by you. But you, you are destined for something great. Probably. The way you've been stuck as Local News Anchorman during the slowest part of the day for the last 4 years hasn't done wonders to your expectations. still, the coworkers aren't to bad, but you REALLY want advancement. You want to MATTER, dammit!

Power(s): Hyper-Charisma - Most people will just do what you tell them to do. (Does not affect other players unless extenuating circumstances arise)

Traits:

+Handsome: +10 to interaction with the opposite sex, even when not wearing a suit.

-Soon after discovering your powers, you discover something else: They don't work when you aren't wearing a suit. This would be an issue in summer, but hey, that's why they invented linen.

Money: Not typically an issue when interacting with people

Inventory: Nice watch, plenty of nice suits at home.

>1 Learning Subtlety

This…ability is AMAZING, but let's make sure that I don't accidentally give people unintended instructions or what not.

>2 Working hard or hardly working

I may have the Afternoon slot now, but that's because my boss needed some…convincing! I'm going to do the thing that comes naturally: Be the absolute best anchorman this station's seen!

Rolled 99, 60 = 159 (2d100)

>>6962

Name: Mark Abrams

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1000 lbs for now.)

>Traits:

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $1200

>Inventory: None

1.Go to school, go to classes show off my new body. Let the plebians be jealous and the cuties check me out. +Genius

2.After school go to a gym and give my new body a thorough work out.

Rolled 29, 50 = 79 (2d100)

1.2. Well. Lets see if we can't get some money. There are all sorts of places a snake can get into that a person can't. And I heard that jewelry shop is having a sale on snake themed jewelry. Lets go rob the place!

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 100, 18 = 118 (2d100)

>>6586

Name: Vincent Mérieux

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: French/German

Place of Birth: Paris

Place of Residence: New York

Heavenly Virtue: Patience

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Young Vincent was Raised by a single mother. Her profession was that of the prostitute, he loved his mother but she soon died when he reached the age of 15, at which point she told him a secret, she told him what he really was: a ghoul. She had been killing and feeding him her lovers. He should have felt sick, but the only thing he felt was elation. He was special, he was unique. He terrorized Paris as one of the most brutal serial killers to have ever lived. He soon grew bored of being a simple serial killer and began hunting military veterans and heavily guarded CEOs, he's even eaten a few Rothschilds. A lot of people see him as a kind of Robbin hood, one which Murders instead of steals.

Power(s): Heat vision: You can see tasty morsels wherever they may hide. This is a passive power.

Traits:

+French: There is something about the French accent that some women find incredibly attractive. You've found this helpful when trying to get past security guards of the fairer sex. (+5 to social interaction with women)

-Ghoul: You need to get your sustenance from human flesh, for your stomach rejects almost anything else.

Money: $5000

Inventory: "Medical" tools, Donald Trump's wallet

1. "What's inside zee wallet, I wonder."

2. "I should be able to spot certain unique people with my vision. I've noticed some, how do you say 'alterations' being made to the people of late." (search for supers)

Rolled 65, 35 = 100 (2d100)

>Name: Byron DuMont

>Powers: >>6909

>Fluff n Stuff: >>6443

1. Unbelieveable. My Brain can do whatever my computers can? Oh man. Time to do some benchmarks!

2. Funny thing is though, I'm not sure how exactly to interface with the net, or if I can even get viruses. That'd be funny. "Oh Billy's just got some adware, now he won't stop spitting slogans. Buy Acutane!" Lets see what security is like in my noggin', or for that matter what this power can even do.

Rolled 12, 49 = 61 (2d100)

Name: Nathaniel Holt

Age: 21

Sex: M

Ethnicity: Germanic

Place of Birth: Augusta, Maine

Place of Residence: Las Vegas, Nevada

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Envy

Fluff: Nathaniel's birth was a tragedy, born to a single mother who died in childbirth he was quickly sent into government care but unlike most newborns Nathan never got picked up by loving parents and instead grew up being transported between temporary homes and boarding schools watching friends disappear and get what he only dreamed of. As Nathan grew he saw himself more and more as separate from the rest of the world an unwanted piece of the societal puzzle drawing in and away from others watching as an observer until he was eventually released into society as a legal adult. Now a few years later while a bit of an odd duck Nathan makes a living in the City of Lights watching and reporting in the depths of one of the city's casinos monitoring security cameras wishing he could be one of the high rollers that he gets to watch win and lose his entire year's salary in seconds and just laugh it off.

Power(s): Dice manipulation (In your hands, dice can do your bidding, becoming deadly projectiles, rolling perfectly, or even breaking the fourth wall)

Traits:

+A game of chance: Once per every three turns, you can reroll one of your rolls. These do not stack.

-The outsider: You've been an outsider your whole life, which has cumulated in a job where you sit in a room watching people play games. For whatever reason, people just feel uneasy around you. Booze helps it. (-10 to social interaction with non-drunk people)

Money: Fine, I'll keep doing money. 523 dollars.

Inventory: Lucky malachite dice

1. Here I am sitting at the center of the city of lights watching people try and fail to cheat so let's look for the strange [look for supers through the cameras at my job]

2.I should find out about my power, time to try and abuse it over the cameras make someone rich and then ruin them [attempt to use my powers over long ditance]

Rolled 97, 20 = 117 (2d100)

>>6916

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 954

Inventory: Laptop

1-2. Need Protection, code a telekentic bolt program.

Rolled 81, 2 = 83 (2d100)

>>6585

Name: Don Atello Carmenza

Age: 60

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Italian

Place of Birth: New York

Place of Residence: Chicago

Heavenly Virtue: Chastity

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: Aged patriarch, and father of a mafia, he was the son of another Crime Boss in New York. Many decades ago, he came set up another family branch here in Chicago.

An especially bloody takeover considering that he essentially rounded up the local crime bosses, in the spirit of peace after the death of his eldest son, vowing for no acts of vengeance, and then all of them encountering "unfortunate accidents" in the city shortly after. While he was at an infants baptism no less.

He's known to have an odd choice of body guard, including a WW2 fanatic who seems to think that the best arms are those from a war nearly 60 years ago. Whatever the matter though, he's known to be absolutely ruthless in his quest and greed for influence, and to dominates the crimeworld.

Power(s): Mind Reading (So far, you've only developed your power to find things that others want to hide, not necessarily specific things.)

Traits:

+Powerful: You are Chicago. The police, the mayor, and most other officials are in your pocket.

-Hated: You have more than your share of enemies, and they are becoming more desperate to get at you by the second.

Money: Enough.

Inventory: A few Cubans and an old handgun.

1. Some thoughts are deadly. Some are harmless. Others are stupid. Some happen to be intelligent.

I'll need to be able to sort through them. All of them. From those in my pocket and those I have no idea about. It's not just about mind reading ya see? Sometimes you hear thoughts about what other people are planning, or memories of what others have said outside of your reach.

To master those is to ensure victory. I'll need to be able to sift through them all, and pinpoint which are actual threats.

2. I'll also need to manage a business. My ability has served me well. But it can only go so far, you don't run an organization on some magical power no matter what it is.

You've got to take the reins and responsibility.

Good morning Chicago, it's time for me to get to work.

Rolled 30, 20 = 50 (2d100)

>>6962

Name: Quentim

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Qwhite

Place of Birth: Land of the free home of the brave

Place of Residence: Chicago

Heavenly Virtue: Chastity

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Never knowing his mother, and his dad being away alot for bodyguard work, jordan picked up a huge interest for history (mostly ww2) and reading about the wars and tactics made him wish for wars of that kind to come back, where you did not rely on nukes, and instead fought eachother on the battlefield to the last man with everything on the line. His dad noticing his interest in war and such decided to teach him how to use weapons. and eventually jordan decided to work for a mafia boss as his bodyguard like his dad has before, And one day out of nowhere several ww2 weapons poped out of nowhere with a german soldier. exteremly confused he asked the german what he was doing there in a ww2 costume, The german replied with "Here to follow you"

Power(s): Extreme Combat Skills: You skills in combat are only matched by a few, like Mad Jack Churchill and John Basilone to name a couple.

Traits:

Mysterious German: This guy's been good to you so far.

Mob connections: You have more pull than your average WWII obsessed bodyguard

Mysterious German: Fuck. I hope he isn't a Nazi

Mob Connections: Unfortunately, in order to get at your boss, people have to go through you.

Money: The Family provides, but you're not doing too poorly. Definitely not doing very well though.

Inventory: Lots of guns n' ammo

Action 1: Protect the boss

Action 2: After im done protecting the boss, i'll ask hans if he knows where a secret bunker is for more guns

Rolled 79, 11 = 90 (2d100)

>>6918

>>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>>Age:23

>>Sex:Female

>>Ethnicity:White

>>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>>Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>Traits:

+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>Money: 835 dollars

>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

1:"Hey guys Cass here, uh you've been asking to see me do a Dark Souls run for a while but I feel that wouldn't be interesting enough. So to spice things up I'm gonna be doing a bow only melee range run. Hope you enjoy" Get more subscribers and money by doing more shows.

2: Cass realizes that she really needs to start getting her life together and learn how to be responsible. So she goes out and buys a cat.

Rolled 88, 38 = 126 (2d100)

>>6919

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1.2. Simply listen to music, play around with my new powers and find out their current limits

I will proceed to update some of you. If anyone has been left out, post now or be left behind.

>>6500

You arrive at the jewelry store and scan the area around you. You don't smell anyone or sense their heat. You morph into a snake, your arms receding into your body and scales poking from your flesh. Your eyes glass over and the transformation is complete. You scout around the place and poke about, but cannot find any means of ingress.

>>6501

Well, you're not dead, that's for certain. As soon as you step foot in the factory, some people arrive to see who you are. You're still wearing the mask and costume, but you are evidently VERY visible. You look at your co-workers and they look at you. The atmosphere is quite awkward. This goes on for a few seconds, after which, you wordlessly back out of the employee entrance wordlessly.

Deciding to prowl about and look for evildoers later that night, you walk through the alleys. There's a couple stoners outside a doorway. Just as you begin to think "they're not worth the trouble", sirens blare. A police cruiser, on one of the few visits to this part of the city, has arrived. A rather fit looking officer steps out of the vehicle and approaches you. "Sir, take off the mask." he says, his light in your face and his hand at his side.

What do?

>>6927

You head to work at EvilCorp, just another mook. Today is basic training day, and you were chosen to be one of the instructors who beats sensible thoughts out of the recruits' heads. If they hear someone whispering for them to 'c'mere' from behind a corner, they do not leave and report it. They do not get a buddy and investigate. They are supposed to peek their little head around the corner and get zonked by the hero. At least, that's what YOU told them.

The bar is loud, filled with a bunch of generic German henchmen. You and your friends sit at the corner table. You've all got an assortment of junk in front of you. You've got a pile of pretzel sticks, Hans has a shitty pile of brats, and Franz has a bowl of sauerkraut. Nothing else. Just sauerkraut. You discuss the shit that's been going on. "Some high up got knocked off, I heard. I think it was the CFO." said Hans. Franz nodded solemnly. "I heard he wasn't embezzling funds, so they fired him. You pull your pretzels closer when you see Franz eyeing them up. "Buy your own damn pretzels." you say jokingly. Suddenly, DRAMA. A few guys from BadGuys Inc. walked up to your table. All of the fuckers are wearing suits, but you know these jokers. BG likes to spring for expensive uniforms, just to flaunt their money. These assholes have names, but you call them Larry, Moe, and Curly. They look exactly like the stooges. They come over to the table.

"So," Moe says, leaning over your table, "I heard your precious Handel got fired. You guys are probably gonna lose dental when the new guy comes in."

"What, do you know him?" asks Hans.

"No, but anyone could be more evil than that idiot. Alexi's mother's meaner than he was."

NIGGERS BE TALKIN' SHIT. WHAT DO.

>>6928

Your parents send over a limo and a couple hundred bucks, but can't book a flight to Hawaii, as it's prime tourist season. They can get a ticket for next week, though. You've been put up in the Hotel Del Coronado.

+500 dollars

>>6940

After a while of fucking about in your room, you are able to change into your professor. You could've fooled anyone with it, but the form didn't last long.

+1/5 Morph Control

>>6963

Work was much more pleasant today, with patrons being much more polite than usual. Not saying much, but at least they aren't grabbing at you.

>Work successful!

After you get home and sit on the couch, you whip up a cocktail of lethargic pheromones. Dale walks in the door a half an hour later, remarks on how funny it smells, and goes to work out in the other room. He's certainly not tired, though.

>Practice failed

>>6964

Work today was a delight. Free lunch, a quiet break, etc. Unfortunately, no matter how sternly you tell it, the vending machine is not giving you free coke. You do, however, figure out a few things about your newfound abilities. Firstly, everything you say is taken incredibly literally. On your way back from lunch, a roadside 'end is nigh' prophet started following you. When you told him to hit the road, he assaulted the pavement with his sign. Secondly, making eye contact can bypass this. Later on, you told Rick to 'take a seat'. Just as you realized your folly, he actually sat down. You fucked around with it a bit, and confirmed your eye-contact theory. There's some kind of sub-verbal psychic thing going on.

+Power control 1/3

The cameraman motions for you to begin. Donning a smile, you do what you've practiced for for ages.

>>7288

"Hello, Albany." you say, gazing into the camera, "My name is Steven Silvers. I'm taking over the afternoon portion of your day. First in the news is a local story…"

You go on and do your thing. When you're done, people smile, pat you on the back, and generally congratulate you. A few said that it was the best broadcast they'd ever seen. You think it's kind of sad that they're this enthused about YOUR success. Not much else happened. Good job at work, though.

Rolled 32, 39 = 71 (2d100)

>>7288

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Yes pls (lololo so funny) Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Alex hadn't been born the smartest or the strongest, however all of his life Alex had worked hard in order to improve himself. He did sports, studied long hours into the night and in the end managed to surprise even his parents. At the age of 18 Alex was drafted and served his term, extending service by an additional two years.

Although he was recommended for officerhood several times he decided to quit the army, not because of the lack of moral ground but simply because he had received a much more lucrative offer. A private security company had been looking to hire young and ambitious soldiers and Alex was one of them to be welcomed into the fold.

From there on Alex was rented out to an international multi-billion dollar company which included all sorts of health benefits, alongside dental and an early retirement plan. After some time Alex quit his contract with the private security firm and became an official employee of the other company.

He has been doing his work ever diligently, constantly approving himself and never slacking off on duty, unless off course there was a woman to chase. Admittedly Alexander's greatest weakness.

But aside from that he has been a model employee, one of the kind EvilCorp can be proud to call their own.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

Money: 910€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

1. "And my mother has a meaner upper hook too. I inherited it, wanna try a swing?", Alex said jokingly. Sure these guys were nerds and cunts at that but there was nothing about a little cross company rivalry. No reason to shoot someone in the head.

Alex would invite them to stay for drinks. He wouldn't share his Pretzels though.

2. That's right. As instructor he had responsibilities and first and foremost these responsibilities were the safety of the people he was training. "Don't be a hero." was one of the most essential topics. No suicide bombings. If the hero tells you to stay down, you stay down. The hero thinks he knocked you out with a kung fu hit that didn't even hurt? Just lie there until he leaves. The cops got you pinned down? Jail isn't that bad and someone will break you out eventually. Besides inside men are well paid, perhaps you can even get to lead your own EvilCorp prison block!

But most importantly. DO NOT support plans that end up with the destruction of the world, unless you have bought a piece of moon real estate first.

Rolled 48, 72 = 120 (2d100)

>>7288

Name:Buddy Adger

Age:26

Sex:Male and hell yes

Ethnicity:White

Place of Birth:New York,New York

Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

Traits:

+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)

-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

Money: $316

Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

1-2 Try to use my powers to escape from him and get to my place

Rolled 66, 14 = 80 (2d100)

>>7288

1.2. When you can't find an entrance on the ground, go up. There should be ventilation somewhere.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 96, 23 = 119 (2d100)

>>7288

Name: Dakota McCaffery

Age: 20

Sex: Male, but don't draw attention to it

Ethnicity:

Place of Birth: Ann Arbor, Michigan

Place of Residence: Portland, Oregon

Heavenly Virtue: Charity

Deadly Sin: Sloth

Fluff: A gentle soul who would never hurt a fly, as a boy, Dakota was tricked into dressing as a girl by his sister. Through a series of misunderstandings and administrative mix-ups, he was compelled to maintain this facade through college, where he is now studying psychology, although not making the best grades. He would prefer it if you used "she/her" pronouns, due to the potentially disastrous consequences of being found out.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Chameleon/Shape Shifter (You can turn partially invisible or turn into someone, though both can be fairly difficult)

Traits:

+Liar: You lie about your gender, or you're just disingenuous about your condition. Thus, you are a good liar.

-Trap: Despite the fact that you FEEL like a girl, your balls still guide you st times, with testosterone-related things an issue. You also probably don't want anyone to find out that you'r a guy.

Money: 623$

Inventory: Mood ring and the album 'Changesbowie'

1&2. continue working on controlling my shapeshifting, focusing on holding a form for a long time.

I'm laughing.

Dera says not to post, makes a huge post about not to post and two people decide to post anyway.

>>6965

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hphwfq1wLJs

As soon as you walk in the door, heads turn. Women faint and girls swoon. Buff guys all over the school see you and go stuff themselves in their own lockers to go and cry alone. When you sit down in class, nobody can focus, for your body attracts the gaze of all. You proceed to do science that day, creating a cross-breed plant in an impossible amount of time. It's a quick spreading, but easy to control plant, and every part of it is edible. Tests reveal that it can grow in any climate with minimal care. You're not sure, but you think you've solved world hunger. In a day. Hope you're ready for the Nobel prize.

+Perfect Plant

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

Your success follows you to the gym where you effortlessly lift hundreds of pounds. You decide to push yourself, so you go outside and, after a lot of effort, bench your buddy's Smart Car.

+800 pounds lifting potential

>>6986

Upon opening the wallet, you are stunned by its contents. It contains:

>A debit card

>A credit card

>A key to the Playboy Mansion

>A note reading: 'Donnie, don't forget your PIN, it's: 123457'

>A small map to a secret facility, with a note written on it which says 'This is where the power armor project is'

>An Apache Attack Helicopter

>It's in a small room ,so good luck doing anything with it

>Also, you can't fly helicopters

>a photo of his wife and kids

>a photo of a hooker with a phone number and the name of two streets

>Keys to an unknown lock

You look around the city, but see nothing out of the ordinary.

>>7098

You settle into your room and turn on your iPod. Soothing music fills your ears. It soon, per your desire, extends to fill the room, the building, and eventually the entire block is listening to 'On the Steppes of Central Asia'. Your iPod switches to 'The Immigrant Song', and you decide to switch things up. You extend your area of influence to encompass the entire block again, and raise the volume by several hundred decibels. Windows burst and dust is kicked up by the sound waves. Manhole covers shake free from the street and car alarms go off all over the block. You pull out your earbuds and 'switch off' your powers.

>2/5 audial power level I proficiency

>>7084

People seem to enjoy your punishing playthrough, and you make a note to continue soon. A fan has already made a website. The times you have died is displayed against a graphic of your character. The counter is over 100. After the first episode.

>Fanbase expansion: 1/5 to next growth

The new cat is an asshole. Well, more of an asshole than other cats. -30$

I don't know how much a cat costs.

>>7074

Your powers have proven useful lately. At a dinner, you were able to identify someone who is gunning for some of your territory. He was taught a lesson in respect soon afterwards.

>-1 rivals, 2/5 power level I proficiency

However, as you are walking to the car after buying oranges, you are shot at in an assassination attempt. You were not wounded, but an investigation launched by your people and the police reveals that there is a plot against you.

>+12 rivals

>>7075

You were standing right by your boss when he was shot at, and you opened fire on the fleeing would-be assassin, but your shots go wide, and you only manage to wing him. When you ask him later, the Don is unable to tell you about caches of weapons, because he knows of no more of them than you do.

>>6994

You easily whip up a code for a telekinetic bolt, which you manage to encrypt and place directly into your brain.

>+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

>>6991

Even though you carefully scrutinize everyone on the floor (and catch a few cheaters) you see nothing out of the ordinary.

You see a man with a silken scarf and a top hat. He looks like and idiot. Following his movements, he goes to the craps table. You ensure that he rolls well the whole time, but are unable to make him loose too much at the end. He ends up checking out with a net profit.

>Power proficiency level I 2/5

>>6988

After some fucking around, you discover that your brain can access the internet at broadband speeds, store data, influence computers and other digital machines, and code. Security appears to be a non-issue, as you get a message when you attempt to download eset that states: 'Your device is fully protected already.'

NEXT MAN TO POST WHEN THE DNP SIGN IS UP WILL BE SKIPPED FOR THE TURN.

Sorry. POST POST POST. If you posted between >>7288 and >>7391, then post your post again, posters.

Rolled 33, 76 = 109 (2d100)

Name: Juan Jao

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Chinese

Place of Birth: Japan

Place of Residence: Hawaii

Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff: A chinese man born in japan, and then raised in Hawaii, Juan jao has had an everchanging life. He has moved from state to state due to his fathers business job, and during that time his mother instilled kindness and warmth into him. Raised into a joyful young man he always had the best grades in school, and was very sociable. Sadly the business and hardworking life was never for him, so he set off to travel the world for fun. When he returned home he was a renaissance man of sorts, good at many things that he learned sheerly for fun. He is now contemplating what he wants to be in life.

Power(s): Preemptive Adaptation

Traits:

+Multilingual: You're a bright guy, and can speak several languages. Pick three languages in addition to Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and English. Your character knows these languages like he has been a native speaker his whole life.

-Everywhere you go, you feel like a bit of an outsider, and are sometimes ostracized for no good reason. (-5 to social checks) In addition, your powers don't hold up to EVERYTHING.

Money: 500 dollars

Inventory: BAHAHA

1,2. Jaun jao runs a hand through his hair, glad to be somewhere safe. He only needs to wait one week right? For now maybe he could…test his powers? Can he…make his fist strong enough to punch through brick or metal? Might as well find out. He sets up a steel serving plate, and punches it

Rolled 3, 16 = 19 (2d100)

1.2. If there is nothing on ground level, head on up. There are bound to be vents up there.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 24, 70 = 94 (2d100)

>>7392

Name:Buddy Adger

Age:26

Sex:Male and hell yes

Ethnicity:White

Place of Birth:New York,New York

Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

Traits:

+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)

-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

Money: $316

Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

1-2 Try to use my powers to escape from him and get to my place

Rolled 93, 75 = 168 (2d100)

>>7392

Name: Mark Abrams

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1800 lbs for now.)

>Traits:

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $1200

>Inventory: None

+Perfect Plant

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

1. Thought so. Leverage my newfound physique to get laid, but as always be discerning, I will not allow myself to have plebian tastes in any subject.

2. Eh while I'm at it go to one of the rougher parts of the city, and kick some ass. Why not, right?

Rolled 96, 93 = 189 (2d100)

>>7391

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 954

Inventory: Laptop

Programs:

+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

1&2. Oh good. I guess it would be much more effective if I applied the code to an object. My old roommate had a toaster for late night pop-tarts and left it here. Maybe I can apply a code to it so that when I press down the button it will search a large area for banks and the stacks of money inside them. Then search for bills that are not marked with some of the tracing stuff used to help catch bank robbers. A few of those bills, not enough to be easily noticed by the eye, will then be teleported to the toaster and the toaster will pop it up with a 'ding'. Should also make sure the toaster heating coils don't work so the money isn't toasted.

Rolled 22, 56 = 78 (2d100)

>>7354

Name: Dakota McCaffery

Age: 20

Sex: Male, but don't draw attention to it

Ethnicity:

Place of Birth: Ann Arbor, Michigan

Place of Residence: Portland, Oregon

Heavenly Virtue: Charity

Deadly Sin: Sloth

Fluff: A gentle soul who would never hurt a fly, as a boy, Dakota was tricked into dressing as a girl by his sister. Through a series of misunderstandings and administrative mix-ups, he was compelled to maintain this facade through college, where he is now studying psychology, although not making the best grades. He would prefer it if you used "she/her" pronouns, due to the potentially disastrous consequences of being found out.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Chameleon/Shape Shifter (You can turn partially invisible or turn into someone, though both can be fairly difficult)

Traits:

+Liar: You lie about your gender, or you're just disingenuous about your condition. Thus, you are a good liar.

-Trap: Despite the fact that you FEEL like a girl, your balls still guide you st times, with testosterone-related things an issue. You also probably don't want anyone to find out that you'r a guy.

Money: 623$

Inventory: Mood ring and the album 'Changesbowie'

1&2. continue working on controlling my shapeshifting, focusing on holding a form for a long time

Rolled 86, 22 = 108 (2d100)

>>7391

Name: Quentim

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Qwhite

Place of Birth: Land of the free home of the brave

Place of Residence: Chicago

Heavenly Virtue: Chastity

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Never knowing his mother, and his dad being away alot for bodyguard work, jordan picked up a huge interest for history (mostly ww2) and reading about the wars and tactics made him wish for wars of that kind to come back, where you did not rely on nukes, and instead fought eachother on the battlefield to the last man with everything on the line. His dad noticing his interest in war and such decided to teach him how to use weapons. and eventually jordan decided to work for a mafia boss as his bodyguard like his dad has before, And one day out of nowhere several ww2 weapons poped out of nowhere with a german soldier. exteremly confused he asked the german what he was doing there in a ww2 costume, The german replied with "Here to follow you"

Power(s): Extreme Combat Skills: You skills in combat are only matched by a few, like Mad Jack Churchill and John Basilone to name a couple.

Traits:

Mysterious German: This guy's been good to you so far.

Mob connections: You have more pull than your average WWII obsessed bodyguard

Mysterious German: Fuck. I hope he isn't a Nazi

Mob Connections: Unfortunately, in order to get at your boss, people have to go through you.

Money: The Family provides, but you're not doing too poorly. Definitely not doing very well though.

Inventory: Lots of guns n' ammo

Action 1: Protect the boss like usual

Action 2: Ask hanz to snoop around for info on the person that tried to assasinte the boss

Rolled 46, 57 = 103 (2d100)

>>7391

Name: Vincent Mérieux

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: French/German

Place of Birth: Paris

Place of Residence: New York

Heavenly Virtue: Patience

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Young Vincent was Raised by a single mother. Her profession was that of the prostitute, he loved his mother but she soon died when he reached the age of 15, at which point she told him a secret, she told him what he really was: a ghoul. She had been killing and feeding him her lovers. He should have felt sick, but the only thing he felt was elation. He was special, he was unique. He terrorized Paris as one of the most brutal serial killers to have ever lived. He soon grew bored of being a simple serial killer and began hunting military veterans and heavily guarded CEOs, he's even eaten a few Rothschilds. A lot of people see him as a kind of Robbin hood, one which Murders instead of steals.

Power(s): Heat vision: You can see tasty morsels wherever they may hide. This is a passive power.

Traits:

+French: There is something about the French accent that some women find incredibly attractive. You've found this helpful when trying to get past security guards of the fairer sex. (+5 to social interaction with women)

-Ghoul: You need to get your sustenance from human flesh, for your stomach rejects almost anything else.

Money: $5000

Inventory: "Medical" tools, Donald Trump's wallet:

>A debit card

>A credit card

>A key to the Playboy Mansion

>A note reading: 'Donnie, don't forget your PIN, it's: 123457'

>A small map to a secret facility, with a note written on it which says 'This is where the power armor project is'

>An Apache Attack Helicopter

>a photo of his wife and kids

>a photo of a hooker with a phone number and the name of two streets

>Keys to an unknown lock

1/2:"Quite zee lucky loot. I will need to purchase some items." (Purchase A Humvee and Some weapons, and go empty some Jewelery stores - legally with the cards of course.

Rolled 93, 1 = 94 (2d100)

>>7391

>>>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>>>Age:23

>>>Sex:Female

>>>Ethnicity:White

>>>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>>>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>>>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>>>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>>>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>>>Do not fill these out:

>>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>>Traits:

>+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

>-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>>Money: 805 dollars

>>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

1:"Hello nerds and turds, it's Cass here again with another exciting episode of me getting my shit pushed in by enemies who's attack patterns I'm should have memorized. Like fucking hell the butchers can parry you! Since fucking when? Anyways I got a cat recently named Caesar and have continued not making any real change in society, so i got that going for me. Oh and whoever made the website of how many times I've died then your a huge dork with too much time on your hands. Then again I'm also a huge dork with too much times on my hand so like whatever." 1/5

2:Set up a patreon account so that I can make

>>7391

>>7299

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Yes pls (lololo so funny) Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Alex hadn't been born the smartest or the strongest, however all of his life Alex had worked hard in order to improve himself. He did sports, studied long hours into the night and in the end managed to surprise even his parents. At the age of 18 Alex was drafted and served his term, extending service by an additional two years.

Although he was recommended for officerhood several times he decided to quit the army, not because of the lack of moral ground but simply because he had received a much more lucrative offer. A private security company had been looking to hire young and ambitious soldiers and Alex was one of them to be welcomed into the fold.

From there on Alex was rented out to an international multi-billion dollar company which included all sorts of health benefits, alongside dental and an early retirement plan. After some time Alex quit his contract with the private security firm and became an official employee of the other company.

He has been doing his work ever diligently, constantly approving himself and never slacking off on duty, unless off course there was a woman to chase. Admittedly Alexander's greatest weakness.

But aside from that he has been a model employee, one of the kind EvilCorp can be proud to call their own.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

Money: 910€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

1. "And my mother has a meaner upper hook too. I inherited it, wanna try a swing?", Alex said jokingly. Sure these guys were nerds and cunts at that but there was nothing about a little cross company rivalry. No reason to shoot someone in the head.

Alex would invite them to stay for drinks. He wouldn't share his Pretzels though.

2. That's right. As instructor he had responsibilities and first and foremost these responsibilities were the safety of the people he was training. "Don't be a hero." was one of the most essential topics. No suicide bombings. If the hero tells you to stay down, you stay down. The hero thinks he knocked you out with a kung fu hit that didn't even hurt? Just lie there until he leaves. The cops got you pinned down? Jail isn't that bad and someone will break you out eventually. Besides inside men are well paid, perhaps you can even get to lead your own EvilCorp prison block!

But most importantly. DO NOT support plans that end up with the destruction of the world, unless you have bought a piece of moon real estate first.

Rolled 58, 88 = 146 (2d100)

>>7391

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1. Keep an eye on the news, find out how the investigation into my previous murder is going if there's anything on the news about that.

2. Continue to practice my powers I require a finer control if I am to complete my work. 2/5

Quick update tonight, because I'm rather busy.

>>7393

Well, that didn't work. Your fist now hurts like hell, and you think you may have injured something.

>-5 to rolls involving the use of your right hand for the next three turns

At least you think you've discovered that your power doesn't kick in unless your life is threatened in some way.

>>7394

As you slither up a pipe in order to reach the next floor, you become stuck. To make things worse, the sun is coming up as you finally free yourself.

>>7395

When he begins to walk towards you, you dart into an alley and straight into a wall, not looking back. You run until you reach your apartment. On the plus side, you've learned a bit about your powers.

>Power Proficiency level I: 1/5

>>7396

Well damn. As you wake up one day, you find yourself covered in high-class bitches from all over campus. It is an effort to extricate yourself from the sleeping pile, but eventually, you manage it. Soon, they wake up. After a bit of awkwardness, you manage to get them out the door, pinning down some possible follow-ups on the way.

>4 contacts: Beth, Stacy, Elly, and Joanne

The city yawns wide for you, and yields up its filthy underbelly, after a few minutes of doing what the guide books would tell you not to do. Ass is kicked, and names are not taken. That night, the precinct office holding pens were mysteriously full of turned in criminals.

>Power Proficiency level I: 2/5

>>7397

After an insane amount of good luck, the code is completed, and you have invented a money printer.

>+$500/turn

>>7398

After more work, you feel even more confident in your abilities.

>Power proficiency level I: 2/5

>>7399

After a couple uneventful days, you catch a guy who tried to get to the boss with a spool of piano wire. He was thrown to the ground before he knew what happened.

>Captured Assassin

You're fairly certain that Hanz knows some interrogation techniques, and you give him a few questions to ask the prisoner. After a couple hours of screaming in a specialized room, Hanz walks out, blood on his surgical apron, and shrugs at you. The assassin is still alive

>>7400

Soon, you have a new hummer and a stack of jewelry. The news about the real-estate magnate's disappearance is all over the news, but nobody is suspicious of you. Yet.

>Gained: Hummer, Mineral Assets

>>7401

More fans are trickling in due to the new content.

>2/5 Fanbase growth

However, you discover that the founders of Pateron killed the families of most of them and got away with it. You have alienated most of your fanbase.

>-2/5 Fanbase growth

>>7455

After a bit of banter, everyone leaves pleased with themselves. (No dice, no action substance. I have no idea what you want.)

>>7456

(Getting tired now, but I'm almost done.)

1. The investigation isn't really front page news, but a few local papers have a story on it in the middle. You discover that the lead agent's name is 'Franz Hasselhoff'.

2. Your work on your powers is coming along swimmingly, and you are able to focus intense sound over a small area at this point.

>3/5 power proficiency level I

Rolled 33, 25 = 58 (2d100)

>>7598

>Name:Buddy Adger

>Age:26

>Sex:Male and hell yes

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth:New York,New York

>Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

>Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

>Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

>Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

>But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

>Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

>Traits:

>+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)

>-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

>Money: $316

>Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

>Power Proficiency level I: 1/5

I've think that I've scared the policeman oh well it's funny as hell if you think about it *takes off costume*. Anyway perhaps I should get to work *changes in regular clothes* or I should get in a strip club. Definitely a strip club

1-2 Look for nudie bars or strip clubs in the area that isn't infested with "Feminists" or so they're called.

Rolled 75, 17 = 92 (2d100)

>>7598

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1800 lbs for now.)

>Power Proficiency level I: 2/5

>Traits:

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $1200

>Inventory: None

+Perfect Plant

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

>4 contacts: Beth, Stacy, Elly, and Joanne

1. Hah I'm awesome, busting up those thugs was too easy. Hell I was using pinkie pokes and finger flicks to knock those fuckers out. So, what to be awesome at today. I know Patent my plant and process for it, can't have posers crimping my style.

+Genius

2. After that is done Go and buy a new weight room for myself, designed by myself and made up to spec. I can lift almost a Ton, I want to be able to train and lift more. +Genius(designing it) +Money(getting it made) Hell once it's done I can show off to the ladies.

Rolled 7, 70 = 77 (2d100)

>>7598

Name: Juan Jao

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Chinese

Place of Birth: Japan

Place of Residence: Hawaii

Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff: A chinese man born in japan, and then raised in Hawaii, Juan jao has had an everchanging life. He has moved from state to state due to his fathers business job, and during that time his mother instilled kindness and warmth into him. Raised into a joyful young man he always had the best grades in school, and was very sociable. Sadly the business and hardworking life was never for him, so he set off to travel the world for fun. When he returned home he was a renaissance man of sorts, good at many things that he learned sheerly for fun. He is now contemplating what he wants to be in life.

Power(s): Preemptive Adaptation

Traits:

+Multilingual: You're a bright guy, and can speak several languages. Pick three languages in addition to Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and English. Your character knows these languages like he has been a native speaker his whole life.

-Everywhere you go, you feel like a bit of an outsider, and are sometimes ostracized for no good reason. (-5 to social checks) In addition, your powers don't hold up to EVERYTHING.

Money: 500 dollars

Inventory: BAHAHA

1,2. Well then…time to test my powers I guess. Go to the top off the building and jump off then to see what they do this time.

Rolled 7, 46 = 53 (2d100)

>>7598

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 1454 (+500 /turn)

Inventory: Laptop

Programs:

+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

1&2. Hm. This might possibly get stolen some day. I should start working on a program and apply it to my phone like to act like a normal phone app that will allow me to track down anything that has a program of mine.

Rolled 53, 27 = 80 (2d100)

1.2. Go home and practice shifting shapes. Maybe I can do an in-between form so I can use hands and things when snake.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 22, 80 = 102 (2d100)

>>7598

>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>Age:23

>Sex:Female

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>>>>Do not fill these out:

>>>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>>>Traits:

>>+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

>>-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>>>Money: 805 dollars

>>>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

1: "Well since you guys seem to love watching me suffer when I play game's I'm going to be doing a 100% Shitty Games Done Slow run of Ride to Hell Retribution. No one asked for this but it's not gonna stop me"

2:I should really… step outta my comfort zone a little bit, maybe go to a bar and get a drink.

Rolled 42, 66 = 108 (2d100)

>>7598

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1.2. Continue to fine tune my control 3/5

Rolled 71, 75 = 146 (2d100)

>>7598

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Yes pls (lololo so funny) Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Alex hadn't been born the smartest or the strongest, however all of his life Alex had worked hard in order to improve himself. He did sports, studied long hours into the night and in the end managed to surprise even his parents. At the age of 18 Alex was drafted and served his term, extending service by an additional two years.

Although he was recommended for officerhood several times he decided to quit the army, not because of the lack of moral ground but simply because he had received a much more lucrative offer. A private security company had been looking to hire young and ambitious soldiers and Alex was one of them to be welcomed into the fold.

From there on Alex was rented out to an international multi-billion dollar company which included all sorts of health benefits, alongside dental and an early retirement plan. After some time Alex quit his contract with the private security firm and became an official employee of the other company.

He has been doing his work ever diligently, constantly approving himself and never slacking off on duty, unless off course there was a woman to chase. Admittedly Alexander's greatest weakness.

But aside from that he has been a model employee, one of the kind EvilCorp can be proud to call their own.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

Money: 910€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

1. Train Security Guards

2. Go buy a suit

>>7599

Well, you've found a strip club. Good job.

>Location: Strip Club exterior

>>7600

After going before a few committees, you are able to get protection for your plant and its patent. While the process isn't 100

5 complete, your idea is secure.

>Plant patent 3/4

Well, you've designed the perfect gym, but it's out of your price range. You'll need about a thousand more dollars to begin to make it happen.

>>7602

Standing atop the hotel complex, you look downwards at the street, hundreds of feet below. You reason that if you survived a plane crash, you can survive this. You spread your arms and fall forewards. The wind buffets your face for a few seconds, before you hear an earsplitting shriek, and with a sickening crunch, it's all over.

Standing up, you see that the sidewalk has cracked. You are none the worse for wear, but a crowd has accumulated.

>>7603

It's taking you a while to figure out how to get the program to recognize your signature, but you're making headway.

>1/6 tracking program

>>7622

Once you arrive at home, you practice changing back and forth from a snake into a human and back again, though none of your forms seem to be able to perform operations that the other ones can.

>>7647

The game is so bad and tedious that nobody watches more than a few minutes of it. Fortunately, you don't alienate any more of your fanbase than you already have.

>-2/5 fanbase growth.

After you finish recording your video, you leave it to upload. Heading down to the bar, you're irritated when a few people bump into you and walk on by without saying anything. Once you arrive at the bar, it's rather crowded, and you find it difficult to catch the tender's attenton. Eventually, you get a drink, one that you haven't tried before. It tastes like shit.

>-2 dollars

>>7764

Deciding on a different approach, you choose a varied song. Playing Tchaikovski's 1812 Overture, performed by the Goethenberg Symphony Orchestra, you seamlessly flow from Pianissimo to Fortissimo and back again, seamlessly, cannons thundering at your command. The room is filled with the music, but it doesn't escape your confined symphony hall.

>Tier I Power control mastery GET

>>7824

Some of the guards stand slack-jawed as you hit the moving dummy consistently in the head, leaving only three holes, though you emptied a twelve shot clip. You follow that presentation with a presentation on how to prevent an enemy from pressing a button.

Afterwards, you head to the local clothing store and purchase a suit, dark charcoal. Classy, understated, good with a tie of almost any color.

>-125€

Rolled 56, 27 = 83 (2d100)

>>7901

>Name:Buddy Adger

>Age:26

>Sex:Male and hell yes

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth:New York,New York

>Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

>Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

>Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

>Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

>But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

>Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

>Traits:

>+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)

>-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

>Money: $316

>Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

>Power Proficiency level I: 1/5

>Location: Strip Club exterior

1-2 I wonder would it be awkward to talk to the patrons in there then again the dancers persuade a different viewpoint with their gyration perhaps a private dance will do nicely but it has to be very cheap hence the tight money

Rolled 76, 52 = 128 (2d100)

>>7901

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1800 lbs for now.)

>Power Proficiency level I: 2/5

>Traits:

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $1200

>Inventory:

+Perfect Plant

>Plant patent 3/4

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

>4 contacts: Beth, Stacy, Elly, and Joanne

1. Continue work on my plant patent, hate for someone to steal my idea.

(3/4) +Genius

2.Go bust up some thugs and steal their drug money. Easy enough and then I can buy that gym. +Superstrength

Rolled 14, 41 = 55 (2d100)

>>7901

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 1454 (+500 /turn)

Inventory: Laptop

Programs:

+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

1&2 Tracking program 1/6

Rolled 12, 93 = 105 (2d100)

1.2. Continue practicing with my power, until I can reach a form that is neither fully snake nor fully woman, but something in between.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 15, 92 = 107 (2d100)

>>7901

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

>Tier I Power control mastery

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1.2. Find out as much information about the routine and location of Franz Hasselhoff as I can. Via things like the internet and stuff that would not tip off the target.

Rolled 29, 81 = 110 (2d100)

>>7901

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

>Tier I Power control mastery

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1.2. Find out as much information about the routine and location of Franz Hasselhoff as I can. Via things like the internet and stuff that would not tip off the target.

Rolled 18, 33 = 51 (2d100)

Name: Juan Jao

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Chinese

Place of Birth: Japan

Place of Residence: Hawaii

Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff: A chinese man born in japan, and then raised in Hawaii, Juan jao has had an everchanging life. He has moved from state to state due to his fathers business job, and during that time his mother instilled kindness and warmth into him. Raised into a joyful young man he always had the best grades in school, and was very sociable. Sadly the business and hardworking life was never for him, so he set off to travel the world for fun. When he returned home he was a renaissance man of sorts, good at many things that he learned sheerly for fun. He is now contemplating what he wants to be in life.

Power(s): Preemptive Adaptation

Traits:

+Multilingual: You're a bright guy, and can speak several languages. Pick three languages in addition to Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and English. Your character knows these languages like he has been a native speaker his whole life.

-Everywhere you go, you feel like a bit of an outsider, and are sometimes ostracized for no good reason. (-5 to social checks) In addition, your powers don't hold up to EVERYTHING.

Money: 500 dollars

Inventory: BAHAHA

1,2. Alright thats enough of that. Brush myself off, leave the crowd and go inside to my room, eat some good food, and focus like mad on my powers. Ive trained with enough monks to know how to access my chi or ki or whatever(train/understand powers I guess)

Rolled 32, 69 = 101 (2d100)

>>7901

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Yes pls (lololo so funny) Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Alex hadn't been born the smartest or the strongest, however all of his life Alex had worked hard in order to improve himself. He did sports, studied long hours into the night and in the end managed to surprise even his parents. At the age of 18 Alex was drafted and served his term, extending service by an additional two years.

Although he was recommended for officerhood several times he decided to quit the army, not because of the lack of moral ground but simply because he had received a much more lucrative offer. A private security company had been looking to hire young and ambitious soldiers and Alex was one of them to be welcomed into the fold.

From there on Alex was rented out to an international multi-billion dollar company which included all sorts of health benefits, alongside dental and an early retirement plan. After some time Alex quit his contract with the private security firm and became an official employee of the other company.

He has been doing his work ever diligently, constantly approving himself and never slacking off on duty, unless off course there was a woman to chase. Admittedly Alexander's greatest weakness.

But aside from that he has been a model employee, one of the kind EvilCorp can be proud to call their own.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

Money: 785€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

+ Charcoal Black Suit

1. Get a black tie. Nothing fancy.

2. Try to explain to the other guards how to stay alive in combat.

Rolled 58, 74 = 132 (2d100)

>>7901

>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>Age:23

>Sex:Female

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>Traits:+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>Money: 803 dollars

>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

1-2:"God my feet hurt, this music is terrible, I wish I was at home playing videogames. But I'm already here, I guess I should at least try."

>>7905

Well, it was a good night.

(-50$)

(I've never been to a strip club, so there's that. Enjoy your lighter pockets.)

>>7909

Your patent is finished, and you are prepared to unleash your great creation upon the world. There is no question about the creator of this miracle plant. You are expecting the notice that you are in the running for the Nobel Prize any day now, as word has gotten out about your creation.

(Nobel Prize/No more world hunger 4/10)

After a very small amount of hunting, you found some gangers in the seedier parts of the city. After a little gentle persuasion, they kindly offered you their money. You mad a good haul.

+800$

>>7918

The tracking program is coming along well, despite some hitches.

2/6

>>7928

You are now completely certain that there is no middle ground between your snake form and your human form. You do, however, now understand you powers a bit more.

Power Proficiency Level I (1/5)

>>7949

Seeing as the man is a federal agent, he is extremely difficult to track, but you learn (Through the magic of the internet, and through a few phonecalls to select hotels) that he will be staying at the 41 Hotel in London, near Buckingham Palace, on vacation with his family. After a Google search, you find that a nonstop flight to London from Berlin is 53 Euros with Ryanair, the cheapest available airline.

>>7951

With extreme effort, you extricate yourself from the crowd, though a few people take photos as you go. Once you are in your room, you sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed and meditate on the idea of Ki, before learning that it is not linked to your powers. Perhaps the answers lie with science.

>>7973

Now you own a black necktie for your suit. It ran you 5 Euros.

-5 Euros

After a bit more training, the guards have learned several valuable lessons from you, one of them being the vital 'How Not to be Seen" techniques, put forth in the Mook Handbook No. 42, PARA. 6.

After a few live fire exercises on those who failed to not be seen, the class passes your course satisfactorily.

(Mook training level I 2/6)

>>7996

You sit at the bar sipping your drink, looking around the room, before your tortured glance meets that of another soul. Something passes between the two of you, but a feeling in your chest makes you look away. When you look back up, he has moved to the stool next to you.

"Club soda, please." he says to the barkeep. After ordering, he swivels to you. He's sort of skinny, and a little scraggly, but good-looking in a strange way.

"Hi, I'm Greg." You shake hands with him and you say:

"This place sucks, huh?" Honestly, you have no idea why you said it. You probably saw it on the TV or something. What if he likes the place? What if he owns it?

"Yeah. It does. I can't stand the music. It's all dubstep and new age shit, but it switches all the time."

"Well, why do you come here, then?"

"The wings. They're seriously good. I'd take them home, but they get bad on the way."

The two of you talk for a good while before people start to trickle out. Greg looks at his watch and his eyes widen.

"Oh crap, is it that late? I'm sorry, but I need to get home and sleep. I've got work tomorrow. Here's my number." He scrawls something on a napkin. "Call me if you want to hang out sometime. Preferably somewhere with better music this time, huh?"

Before you know it, he's out the door and you're left holding a beer stained napkin with a number on it. Honestly, you have no idea what happened, or where the time went. It's probably best if you get home now too.

Rolled 52, 11 = 63 (2d100)

>>8810

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1800 lbs for now.)

>Power Proficiency level I: 2/5

>Traits:

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $2000

>Inventory:

+Perfect Plant

>Plant patent

>(Nobel Prize/No more world hunger 4/10)

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

>4 contacts: Beth, Stacy, Elly, and Joanne

1. Grab some more dosh from the thugs, gang bangers and misc, scum of the city. Better in my hands than theirs.(money)

2.While I'm taking care of scum of the Earth(like any good man should) Practice with my powers some. Maybe I'll be able to toss one of their gawdy low riders into one of their drug dens soon. That'd be fun, and an adequate statement on their shitty taste.(practice powers)

Rolled 91, 75 = 166 (2d100)

>>8810

>Name:Buddy Adger

>Age:26

>Sex:Male and hell yes

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth:New York,New York

>Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

>Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

>Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

>Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

>But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

>Traits:+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

>Money: $266

>Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

>Power Proficiency level I: 1/5

1-2 Well it was good now time to go home time to use my intangibility to go through obstacles just to get home

Rolled 85, 28 = 113 (2d100)

>>8810

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 1954 (+500 /turn)

Inventory: Laptop

Programs:

+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

1&2 Tracking program 2/6

Rolled 41, 40 = 81 (2d100)

1.2. Continue working on refining my control over my power (1/5)

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 25, 15 = 40 (2d100)

>>8810

>>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>>Age:23

>>Sex:Female

>>Ethnicity:White

>>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>>Do not fill these out:

>>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>>Traits:+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

>-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>>Money: 803 dollars

>>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

1:Cass wanders her way out of the bar to her apartment to stare at the napkin for an uncomfortably long amount of time before putting the number in her phone and hopping in the shower.

2:She spends the next day pwning noobs in online matches noticeably happier to her viewers.

Rolled 50, 36 = 86 (2d100)

>>8810

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Yes pls (lololo so funny) Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Top evil corp employee.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

>Skills:

+ (Mook Training Level I 2/6)

Money: 780€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

+ Charcoal Black Suit

+ Black Necktie

1-2. Amongst all the mook training Alex would make sure that he had a handful of mooks who knew what they were doing especially well. Perhaps a few close quarters specialists, a sniper and some guys who knew how to plant an explosive trap or two. After all one wouldn't want to make it too easy for someone trying to tresspass on Evil Corp property.

+ (Mook Training Level I 2/6)

Rolled 47, 67 = 114 (2d100)

>>8810

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

>Tier I Power control mastery

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1.2. order a flight to London immediately.

>>8819

1. You ambush a lowlife on the way to a deal. You only get $200.

2. You then make an effort to pick up the thug's car as he attempts to flee. However, you only manage to lift the rear end before a bunch of thugs come at you with big ass knives and you need to fun away.

>>8835

On the way home, you walk through an empty drug den. They won't miss a bit of money.

+$750

+Home

>>8836

Tracking program 3/6

>>8840

(Why the fuck do you keep putting your updates on top?)

Power proficiency level I or whatever I called it (2/5)

>>8843

Power(s): Super Corporate Reminder Powers, Telepathy

Traits: Crippled (You lost your legs after a filing accident which was caused by your reaching for a 2345B form in drawer 1A of filing cabinet 12H. You are bound to a wheelchair.)

Connections: You know a lot of people in corporations around the world, and a bunch of them are good friends of yours.

Money: $374 on hand

Inventory: Wheelchair, Binder, Suit

>>8864

You slip in the shower and fall on your ass.

The viewers give no shits about your l33t h4xx0r sk1ll5. You contemplate what the fuck you're doing with your life.

>>8902

Your work is coming along well, and the sniper is ready for action at any second. The rest are still working, and a few mooks got killed by a test trap.

(Mook Training Level I 3/6)

Your direct superior walks up to you in the hallway and congratulates you on your good work so far.

>>8908

You book a flight to London and get on the plane without any trouble. You are stuck between a talkative Frenchman and an obese Italian who smells like old Gouda. After a LONG flight, you arrive at Heathrow International.

Rolled 1, 96 = 97 (2d100)

>>9346

>Name:Buddy Adger

>Age:26

>Sex:Male and hell yes

>Ethnicity:White

>>Place of Birth:New York,New York

>Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

>Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

>Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

>Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

>Traits:+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

>Money: $1016

>Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

>Power Proficiency level I: 1/5

1-2 Work on my powers I want to be good at being able to pass through stuff

Rolled 98, 66 = 164 (2d100)

>>9346

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1800 lbs for now.)

>Power Proficiency level I: 2/5

>Traits:

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $2200

>Inventory:

+Perfect Plant

>Plant patent

>(Nobel Prize/No more world hunger 4/10)

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

>4 contacts: Beth, Stacy, Elly, and Joanne

1. Practice my power some more, work out, lift heavy things, revel in the envy of my lessers.

2.Call up Stacy for a date. Make it the night of her life. Shouldn't be too hard since she's dating me, but the greater the effort the greater the reward.

Rolled 90, 44 = 134 (2d100)

1.2. To train I go outside the city, where snakes are likely to live. Amongst them I move as they do, live as they do, eat as they do. Then I turn back and meditate on my experiences as a snake. I see a vision, my guide, from the vision quest long ago, wrapped around my body. Every movement I make she echoes, supporting me. Lifting me. Protecting me. Soon it is hard to tell where the woman begins and the snake ends, so in tune are we. I am the snake. She is the woman. Then I awake. We are one and the same. Power Proficiency 1 (2/5)

>if you want I can put the actions at the bottom, it is easier to see the dice attached to which rolls if they are right beside each other though.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 88, 62 = 150 (2d100)

>>9346

Name: Rajeed Charman

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Indian (Tamil)

Place of Birth: New York City, New York

Place of Residence: See the above

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: Corporate Superhero man of mystery!

Power(s): Super Corporate Reminder Powers, Telepathy

Traits: Crippled (You lost your legs after a filing accident which was caused by your reaching for a 2345B form in drawer 1A of filing cabinet 12H. You are bound to a wheelchair.)

Connections: You know a lot of people in corporations around the world, and a bunch of them are good friends of yours.

Money: $374 on hand

Inventory: Wheelchair, Binder, Suit

1 - Another day, another dollar! While wheeling into work, Rajeed decides to practice his telepathy powers. The good thing about working on Wall Street, he can brush past an exec or a high-level bookkeeper and pluck any tidbits of fiscal information from their idle minds. It's not so much espionage as it is, well, expanding his stock opportunities with preemptive market analysis.

2 - Can't get too distracted with this new mind reading, Mr. Charman! You've still got a job to do, after all. Who knows, you may yet find other people to help excel with this new information of yours.

Rolled 70, 48 = 118 (2d100)

>>9346

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 1954 (+500 /turn)

Inventory: Laptop

Programs:

+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

1&2 Tracking program 3/6

Rolled 4, 39 = 43 (2d100)

>>9346

>>>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>>>Age:23

>>>Sex:Female

>>>Ethnicity:White

>>>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>>>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>>>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>>>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>>>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>>>Do not fill these out:

>>>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>>>Traits:+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

>>-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>>>Money: 803 dollars

>>>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

1: Cass does a day of videos for the hit MOBA League of DOTA Deathrune Heroes to try and bait for viewers.

2: Cass nervously calls the number she was given by Greg and hopes that he answers it.

Rolled 36, 50 = 86 (2d100)

>>9346

Name: Katyana Dragunova

Age: 31

Sex: Female

Ethnicity: Russian

Place of Birth: Kaliningrad, Russia

Place of Residence: Berlin, Germany

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Wrath

Fluff: Noise, Noise, Noise, that's all there ever seemed to be. Noise and mess, and who has to always clean it up? Katyana, maid to the von Lynar family. Well it was past time for the noise to cease, for all the infernal noise to cease. The world would become silent, even if Katyana had to make sure that there were none who could speak. But she was smart, oh no she couldn't just go about killing people, noooo, that would never work. She would have to bide her time and wait, listen to the few noises that could calm her and then she would begin her duties and clean up.

Power(s): Audial Manipulation: Ever wanted something to be louder? Quieter? Now you can make a person shut up or crank up the music. Your hearing is exquisite, able to hear a pin drop from a mile away, but you can also tune out sounds, so the KISS concert won't bug you while you're trying to contemplate the sound of one hand clapping.

Traits

+Particular: As a maid, you have an eye for that which is out of place. If you need to clean up a crime scene or do some other such task, you can do so effortlessly.

-Postal: Enough was enough. You killed your old employers as soon as you got your powers. Unfortunately, you missed a detail when cleaning up and are now wanted by German Police.

>Tier I Power control mastery

Money: 345$

Inventory: Feather duster, iPod

1.2. First, put those two on my mental list of people to take care of, secondly begin making my way to where the investigator is staying.

Rolled 28, 10 = 38 (2d100)

>>9346

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Top evil corp employee.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

>Skills:

+ (Mook Training Level I 3/6)

Money: 780€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

+ Charcoal Black Suit

+ Black Necktie

1-2. A direct commendation! Truly what a grand honor Alexander has been blessed with! Radiating pride and happiness for the rest of the day he will continue to train a variety of reliable mooks. When working together they should form a fearsome deathsquad! Obviously not strong enough to actually kill a superhero, but able to take out just about anything below and give the good guy protagonist a death scare.

Rolled 16, 82 = 98 (2d100)

>>9346

Name: Alex(ander) Schwarz

Age: 20something

Sex: Yes pls (lololo so funny) Male

Ethnicity: Full blown German

Place of Birth: Berlin, Germany

Place of Residence: Some shabby apartment in a shabby part of town

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Deadly Sin: Lust

Fluff:

Top evil corp employee.

Power(s):

+ [Gunslinging] (You're not Neo, and you're not Roland Deschain, but you're no pushover either. You may be the greatest gunman who ever lived, able to predict exactly where your bullets will go, no matter what type of weapon you're using. You reload in a heartbeat.) +30 to firearms based tests, along with other power oriented bonuses

Traits:

+[Stop! Bullet Time!] Once every three turns, you can activate bullet time, allowing you to react more quickly in firefights. In this mode, you can dodge bullets. It's not easy, though. This does not stack.

-[Hound Dog] You enjoy large posteriors and are incapable of misleading people when it comes to that fact. If a sufficiently curvaceous woman enters your field of view, you must roll or drop what you're doing and go after her. This roll is easier in high stress situations. The roll made is in addition to other rolls.

>Skills:

+ (Mook Training Level I 3/6)

Money: 780€

Inventory:

+ Large collection of Modern Firearms

+ Gun Maintenance Tools

+ Lifetime supply of ammo

+ Charcoal Black Suit

+ Black Necktie

1-2. Gasp! A personal commendation?! By his superior?! Radiating pride and happiness Alexander would continue to train elite men. When working together they would form a formidable death squad. Certainly they would not be able to take out superheroes, but they would be deadly to just about anything below and would give the good guy protagonist a good old death scare.

+ (Mook Training Level I 3/6)

Rolled 62, 24 = 86 (2d100)

1.2. So! Better plan then just trying to break in when its closed. Enter the jewelry shop. Browse a bit, then become a snake when no one is watching. That way I can hide IN the store until everyone is gone and can rob the place easily.

>Name: Daria Bellweather

>Age: 23

>Sex: Female

>Ethnicity: Indian\Irish Mutt

>Place of Birth: Seattle

>Place of Residence: Vancouver, BC

>Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

>Deadly Sin: Lust

>Fluff: Born on a reservation Daria was shunned because of her absent father, nevertheless she found comfort in the traditions of the Duwamish tribe and participated in a rituals to awaken her spirit self. Eventually she went on a vision quest and met a large snake who introduced herself as her Guide and Mentor. Since then Daria has gained the abilities and powers of a Spirit Snake, and can even shift her body into one, partially or fully. Her vision and powers were not well received by her shaman and he had her cast out of the tribe as unnatural and tainted. Bitter she has since moved out of the city and the country entirely. Here she hopes to start a new life.

>Power(s): Shapechanger (Snake)

>Skills

Power Proficiency 1

>Traits: Jacobson's Organ and heat pits: You have a Jacobson's organ, along with a long, forked tongue. At any time, you can taste the air as a free action and (depending on your rolls) figure out if anything has passed by recently. You also posses heat pits, which appear to be the nostrils of you upturned nose. By closing your eyes and focusing, you can create a rough thermal map of an area, and pick out unnaturally hot or cold objects.

Independant: Living without a father and being forced out of your tribe has made you self-reliant. However, you are less trusting of others, preferring to work alone. You get a -5 to all rolls when working with another player or super.

>Money: 300$ cash, not enough to pay the rent

>Inventory: Snake Pendant luck charm

Rolled 92, 48 = 140 (2d100)

>>9648

>Name:Buddy Adger

>Age:26

>Sex:Male and hell yes

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth:New York,New York

>Place of Residence:Dead End a lowly murderous getto that gangs, SJWs, hookers, and rapists reside. Most rich folk drive by it usually to fuck a whore or two

>Heavenly Virtue:I'm just like my father he was a vigilante, lord bless him. Don't know my mother he said she had hair black as coal. Anyway I was taught that the way to serve justice is to help others one kill at the time.(Justice)

>Deadly Sin:Well he can't keep me from the nudie bars and good ol' playboy,(Lust)

>Fluff:Yep I was born in the ghetto they arrested my father for being a vigilante called the Ghost. His costume looked like a KKK hood with modified colors to make it look not so racist and a trench coat. Looking back he was a worker at a factory and when he saw his boss beating a local hooker, let's just say a ghost kinda wacked him. Now my father's arrest is noteworthy say the least and by noteworthy he turned a manhunt into a mass murder, a mass murder into a kidnapping solution, and a kidnapping situation into suicide by cop. However I was in high school when this happened. Now I work in the factory sometimes pay is good other times it's not.

But I still have the ghost's mask and I have a Glock. Maybe I'll follow in my father's footsteps. Then again I need to go to college. Maybe my father's reign of justice on the streets is what this city needs. However I want to be a cop someday. Oh well it can wait.

Do not fill these out:

>Power(s): Intangibility (When you focus and want it, that is. It'd be plain awkward otherwise.)

>Traits:+Reputation: Most urban dwellers recognize you, and some fear your name. You are more likely to get what you want out of people in the city when wearing your costume. (+10 to social rolls in the city involving persuasion or intimidation when in costume.)-Vigilante: The city is fucked up, and rotten. The underbelly of crime is a cancer, and people fear the poison that must purge the tumor. You will be wanted by the police should they catch wind of your activities, and there are some people out there who would do anything to get to settle their score with the Ghost. Dara-Induced penalties as needed)

>Money: $1016

>Inventory: Glock 19, three 15 round magazines

>Power Proficiency level I: 2/5

1-2 That hurts like a bitch note to self next time pay attention to your surroundings. Now on the long road to recovery

Rolled 40, 99 = 139 (2d100)

>>9648

>Name: Cassidy Meyers

>Age:23

>Sex:Female

>Ethnicity:White

>Place of Birth: Shitsville Pennsylvania

>>Place of Residence: Even Shittyville Pennsylvania

>Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

>Deadly Sin: Sloth

>Fluff: Born to a gigantic dork Cassidy has been a NEET most of her life. Having just gotten out of college she lives in a shitty apartment building making money off of her nerds on the internet who pay to listen to her talk while playing videogames. Considering this the highest point she could ever reached she slowly realizes that something is changing in her life.

>>>>Do not fill these out:

>>>>Power(s): Leejun: You exhibit minor mind control over your fans, most of whom are either kids or loser programmers. You are also fairly unnoticeable in public.

>>>>Traits:+360 degree noscope: You can do a 360 degree noscope and effortlessly hit someone in the brainpan. If you can get a sniper rifle. And figure out how to use it.

>>>-Dewritos: You perpetually smell of body odor, mountain dew, and doritos, People generally avoid you. -15 to social interaction with people who can smell you.

>Money: 803 dollars

>Inventory: Smartphone, Bottle of Mtn. Dew

Cass quickly ends the call as soon as she heard the voice mail, muttering to herself about being a stupid idiot, also realizing that she never gave the guy her number. Mean he'll probably just think she was a random telemarketer, but it's to late to call again without looking desperate.

1:Fuck it let's just stream me shitting my pants at Jumpscare Spook game 3 the spooking Revengence. That get's easy views

2: After that I'll order a pizza and catch up on videogame news for the week. See what's going on in the industry.

Rolled 21, 17 = 38 (2d100)

>>9648

Name: John Carpenter

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Austin, Texas

Place of Residence: College Dorm, Louisiana State University, Baton Rouge LA

Heavenly Virtue: Determination

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: A computer engineering major at LSU and only really getting by due to the scholorships and a bit of family assistance. He is a B average student and part time programmer when he isn't studying or in class. All he really wishes for is to make the next big program and to get rich.

Do not fill these out:

Power(s): Code Execution: Once writing a reality warping script, you an execute it at any time. More powerful scripts take longer to write. Some scripts are one use, as dictated by the Game Master. You can also see what other peoples' powers are by looking at them.

Traits:

+Determination: Even though you're cruising on Bs in college, you are determined. You get a +10 to willpower based tests

-Greedy: You want money, and lots of it. Never forget that as you play. Your character will never give up on a chance to make a quick buck.

Money: 1954 (+500 /turn)

Inventory: Laptop

Programs:

+ Permanent Telekinetic Bolt attack

1&2 Tracking program 5/6

Rolled 39, 76 = 115 (2d100)

>>9648

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Place of Birth: Anchorage Alaska

Place of Residence: Dallas Texas

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Pride

Fluff: Mark moved around a lot, because of his father's job. However no matter where Mark went he always did remarkably well in school. unfortunately his body didn't match his mind. It did however get him into Emory on an almost full ride. Then one day he changed. He was no longer thin frail, and skinny. He was tall broad and muscular, with much better reflexes and a rippling new strength. Finally his body matched his mind, perfect.

>Power(s): Enhanced strength (Benching 1800 lbs for now.)

>Power Proficiency level I: 4/5

>Traits

>+Genius: Pretty self explanitory. +10 to mathematical and science related rolls

>-Arrogant: You're better than your peers and you know it. Some may see you as an ideal to aspire to, and some may see you as an insufferable asshole. Play your hero as if he knew he was above it all)

>Money: $2200

>Inventory:

+Perfect Plant

>Plant patent

>(Nobel Prize/No more world hunger 4/10)

+Admiration of all of your peers

+Jealousy of a few

>4 contacts: Beth, Stacy, Elly, and Joanne

1. Work out some more I can almost lift that car. PP L1 (4/5)

2. Pitch my plant to food producers and farmers. This is the fucking holy grail, they pay, they get the mother of all crops.

Rolled 48, 66 = 114 (2d100)

>>9648

Name: Rajeed Charman

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Indian (Tamil)

Place of Birth: New York City, New York

Place of Residence: See the above

Heavenly Virtue: Temperance

Deadly Sin: Greed

Fluff: Corporate Superhero man of mystery!

Power(s): Super Corporate Reminder Powers, Telepathy

Traits: Crippled (You lost your legs after a filing accident which was caused by your reaching for a 2345B form in drawer 1A of filing cabinet 12H. You are bound to a wheelchair.)

Connections: You know a lot of people in corporations around the world, and a bunch of them are good friends of yours.

Money: $374 on hand

Inventory: Wheelchair, Binder, Suit

1 - Odd. But still, it is good to see everyone being so productive. Maybe it's time I moved my assets out of mutual funds and into money markets. If I'm going to buy, I'd better buy with a stable fallback.

2 - Afterwards, meet with Mrs. Nasmen and see if she has any particular agendas for me to cover today.