Seeing the nervous young recruit entering the room Tommie quickly waved over to her with a friendly smile before pushing away from where she'd been chatting with Bruiser and quickly making her way towards the young woman. "Managed to make yourself comfortable I see," The Jamaican said, her eyes wandering down over Diana's tight uniform her a moment as she chuckled gently.
"Why don't you come over and join us?" Tommie asked waving her hand over to where Bruiser was leaning against the wall, waiting for the session to start and looking a little under the weather. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to talk about her dead wife in front of the man, something told her he had similar wounds of his own to deal with. "This is Bruiser by the way, a guest from England and a fellow trainee. Bruiser, this is Diana Watson, another pilot from the great U S of A."
Yeah something like that or a breastplate, though I wouldn't mind showing off her stomach. I just don't want her to be one of those women with like fanservice clothing.
So like this...
Or this...
And what's wrong with fanservice clothing? We may get a few more players on-board if they think they're in with a chance at the Asian beauty. ;)
Wait, wait, wait... we're not the villains. We're the good guys. The only problem is this whackamaimy world we're living in has a totally screwed up morality system which doesn't cater for our brand of 'goodness', and instead chooses to label us as 'villains' just because some of us may enjoy getting out bare backsides whipped while tied to a leather saddle.
Let's gather up the steampunk robot fighting for freedom against its oppressive dwarven creators, the orc tribal chieftain fighting to protect his ancestral homeland from invading humans, the shaman with a perfectly understandable interest in resurrection and the afterlife, the human lord fighting to gain justice for the deaths of his people... and the other folks who have perfectly justifiable reasons for fighting those evil, sanctimonious religious nutcases who keep attacking us with absolutely no provocation before they force their unnatural views on sexuality, freedom of expression and the right to enjoy a good baby roasting in the privacy of your own dungeon on us.
Oh, and while we're waiting could you pour some more of that hot oil on my butt? It's starting to feel a little chilly.
Name: Tinkerhel, 'Mistress Hel' to her pets (and 'Slut' to her Master) Species: Dark Fairy/Mistress Job Class: Fighter (Ranged, Flanker) Skills: Flight, Immune to Toxins, Masochist Abilities: Hand-to-Hand, Drain Likes: Pain, Torturing (especially other Fairies, Mistresses and Priestesses), Researching Hates:Samurais, Dark Angels, Vampires and safewords
If he was shot with a bullet and used his powers to change it's vector he could very abruptly change it's direction and speed. He could also absorb all the energy inside it and store it before releasing it again in another way.
Similar to Sebastian Shaw from X-Men then? Able to absorb and redirect all kinetic energies he comes into physical contact with?