ChevWell yeah but there's animal quick and then there's machine quick.
St. Michael is a PC and an Angelic being, its much harder to swallow that creatures like Dragons or Griffins can go airplane speed, they may be magic but they still have to follow a few biological rules.
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Well by next thread, this refers to my plan of this thread being one of a saga, all of them influenced and altered by the actions of the players. The next thread will have options for Mercenaries, Government Agents, Civilian superhumans, Villains, and Vigilantes. Though keep in mind that eventually going solo will probably be a lot more trouble than its worth. Because future installments will feature things like imprisonment, crippling injury, and even death.
Super-intelligence is a nice power, but you'd have to convincingly write her that way too.
Super-intelligence is a nice power, but you'd have to convincingly write her that way too.
Not as sexy tho.
A good henchman never stays down.
Think I'll go with LA first, like me some awesome hand-to-hand.
Think I'll go with LA first, like me some awesome hand-to-hand.
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Excellent sheet Yog, the only this is that I don't think his living flesh Griffon should reach Mach 2 :P
That's something tech has over magic in this case. He should only go as fast as a bird... thing should be able to.
Other than that it's great.
That's something tech has over magic in this case. He should only go as fast as a bird... thing should be able to.
Other than that it's great.
Name/ City of Origin: New York
Age: 30
Weapon/ Method of Choice: Where other assassins are a scalpel, and others are a hammer, New York is a little bit of both. He forgoes the subtleties of poisonings, back alley stabbings, or sniping, but is also adverse to inefficient drive by shootings and car bombings. New York uses overwhelming firepower in a concentrated manner. He'll meticulously plan out every detail down to the finest point before he strikes. And when he does he hits hard, fast, and mercilessly. New York has access to military grade equipment such as a full-on assault rifle, body armor, a variety of explosives, and more.
He'll do everything he can to prepare the ground in his favor and sabotage the target before he goes in with bullets flying. He is a deadly and accurate marksman with his assault rifle at medium ranges and is practically a whole fireteam composed into one man. He is not a master of any discipline but combined planning, quick thinking, efficiency, and brutality into a force to be reckoned with. With the proper equipment and planning he is as devastating to any target and their holdings as an airstrike and more surgical.
Personality: New York is a professional cool, calm, and collected at almost all times. He always keeps an eye out and never takes anything for granted, being paranoid even for a mercenary. He sees everything as a job and doesn't like to get personal but his anger is something to behold. New York never doesn't pull his punches when it comes to his targets but always tries to minimize collateral damage out of practicality. Out of any other assassin he has a very rare hint of a trace of something approaching morality or honor but shouldn't be mistaken for a lightweight. His determination is indescribable and he won't stop until the job is done. To him nothing feels quite the same as being in the line of fire and he is a monster in combat.
Because subtlety is for wusses
Age: 30
Weapon/ Method of Choice: Where other assassins are a scalpel, and others are a hammer, New York is a little bit of both. He forgoes the subtleties of poisonings, back alley stabbings, or sniping, but is also adverse to inefficient drive by shootings and car bombings. New York uses overwhelming firepower in a concentrated manner. He'll meticulously plan out every detail down to the finest point before he strikes. And when he does he hits hard, fast, and mercilessly. New York has access to military grade equipment such as a full-on assault rifle, body armor, a variety of explosives, and more.
He'll do everything he can to prepare the ground in his favor and sabotage the target before he goes in with bullets flying. He is a deadly and accurate marksman with his assault rifle at medium ranges and is practically a whole fireteam composed into one man. He is not a master of any discipline but combined planning, quick thinking, efficiency, and brutality into a force to be reckoned with. With the proper equipment and planning he is as devastating to any target and their holdings as an airstrike and more surgical.
Personality: New York is a professional cool, calm, and collected at almost all times. He always keeps an eye out and never takes anything for granted, being paranoid even for a mercenary. He sees everything as a job and doesn't like to get personal but his anger is something to behold. New York never doesn't pull his punches when it comes to his targets but always tries to minimize collateral damage out of practicality. Out of any other assassin he has a very rare hint of a trace of something approaching morality or honor but shouldn't be mistaken for a lightweight. His determination is indescribable and he won't stop until the job is done. To him nothing feels quite the same as being in the line of fire and he is a monster in combat.
Because subtlety is for wusses
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Posted my lovelies.
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The Sewers
Wire found himself in some disgusting surroundings, a dark and dank sewer filled with the unmentionables of a major city. Rats skittered around and a long tunnel went down into the dark, it seemed the only way to go was forward. If he listened carefully he may have caught the suggestion of a sound, but perhaps that was just his imagination.
The Lab
Binary whispered in Sixgun's head, "It'll take a while to go through all the contacts but we seem to have a whos who of all the active supercriminals in the Midwest, going by the contact names. I also got a bunch of files and pictures on operations, mostly related to alchemy and references to the Den. I'll update you when I have more concrete info but it looks like we got the start on some good intel. Nice job Sixgun."
Fontana came back and said, "I didn't find nothing man. Let's get the hell outta here before the cops show up." Everyone that was still alive got back into their vehicles and drove back to Marconi's estate, Binary spoke up again, "You'll probably get another nice chat with Marconi. After that see if you can snoop around. Morningstar, keep your vigil but I'd like you to check out the address for the Den and do some recon."
The group of criminals drove away from the scene of the crime, sirens in their wake. Once they made it back to Marconi's there was more work to be done. They were lead into Marconi's office, where the man himself and Music stood at a table. Marconi was quite livid and shouts could be heard when they approached, though it was all Marconi's voice. He forced a smile when they all came in. He stared at Sixgun, "So give me a report Ross. What went down? Did you find anything?"
Maroni's
Outside the helicopter roared off in the distance away from the chaos. In the air Ghost succumbed to the dual attacks and simply passed out in mid-air floating unconscious in mid-air from the combined assaults. On the ground, one of the officers rolled his eyes before pulling out his tazer and sending a massive electric shock through Salvation's body, "I hate vigilantes." The nearby officers drew weapons and made sure Salvation stayed on the ground, "Do you League fellas wanna put him in your lockup?" Consequently, this is exactly when the magical ward suddenly disappeared. Inside Locust still shrieked as he attacked Ocean Warrior and gunshots rang out as Pariah shot at him.
Upstairs in Marconi's Shrieker shrieked as he was knocked into the floor. He was down for the count. Nearby a woman cried out in pain, a wooden stake sticking out of her stomach where Shrieker's sonic scream obliterated a table. Another man had a broken arm from the unintended consequences of Zaphkiel's ceiling assault. There were scraped and bruises otherwise but no other massive injuries.
Prison
Styx laughed as she was led into the VTOL, "Don't worry yourself. I'll behave." She quietly sat down in the VTOL. The battlefield was turning in the League's favor as the heroes and the government pushed back the weakened creatures. League and Government teams pacified huge swaths of the Prison proper as they subdued the riots and potential escapees. Within a few hours they'd have it all under control.
Outside the Warden's office, Apogee sighed in relief, wiping away an incipient tear, "Should have known you were fine. Volt I was just so worried, I... snapped... I" Apogee looked back at the headless man and her hand flew to her mouth, finally taking in the implications of what she'd done. She started gasping and then stood up hastily before throwing up in a corner,going sick at the sight of her first kill. After a few moments it passed and she collected herself, "Sorry. I... just never..." She shook her head and walked over to Flashbolt before lasering him free of his bonds.
She looked at the two of them, checking to see if they were ready before entering. They stepped into a charnel house, blood and body parts were strewn all over the once regal office a mix of prison uniforms and formal business clothing, a woman's leg easily identifiable among them. A circle of blood spread around the Warden's desk where the man himself was seated. On the desk was a large crystal, blood red and pulsing with energy, producing a field of almost tangible malevolence.
A man stepped around the chair and raised a finger, "Stop right there heroes. Before I scramble the dear Warden's brains. But then again it's not like he could do much worse I suppose." The man was thin, almost reedy and of only average height. But his blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin all seemed to only cover an air of gleeful savagery. The sat on the desk, "This crystal powers the dampening field keeping your Supernatural friends at bay. But it's also an amplifier, of power. And if you step any closer, I'll use it to turn every League hero in this prison into a vegetable." The man drew a gun and stepped behind the Warden, "Now may we talk terms? Nothing too bad. Just the release of my comrades and my own freedom in exchange for all your lives."
The cameras painted a very dismal view of Maximum Security. All of the guards were dead, throats ripped open or guts spilling onto the floor while a lone man, opened each and every maximum security cell with the push of a button. At once, more than a dozen cells opened and nightmares exited. They all wore collars around their necks before those too fell off. The man stepped in front of them and smiled as the worst supercriminals for hundreds of miles around walked free again. A portal suddenly opened and the man gestured to it.
Wire found himself in some disgusting surroundings, a dark and dank sewer filled with the unmentionables of a major city. Rats skittered around and a long tunnel went down into the dark, it seemed the only way to go was forward. If he listened carefully he may have caught the suggestion of a sound, but perhaps that was just his imagination.
The Lab
Binary whispered in Sixgun's head, "It'll take a while to go through all the contacts but we seem to have a whos who of all the active supercriminals in the Midwest, going by the contact names. I also got a bunch of files and pictures on operations, mostly related to alchemy and references to the Den. I'll update you when I have more concrete info but it looks like we got the start on some good intel. Nice job Sixgun."
Fontana came back and said, "I didn't find nothing man. Let's get the hell outta here before the cops show up." Everyone that was still alive got back into their vehicles and drove back to Marconi's estate, Binary spoke up again, "You'll probably get another nice chat with Marconi. After that see if you can snoop around. Morningstar, keep your vigil but I'd like you to check out the address for the Den and do some recon."
The group of criminals drove away from the scene of the crime, sirens in their wake. Once they made it back to Marconi's there was more work to be done. They were lead into Marconi's office, where the man himself and Music stood at a table. Marconi was quite livid and shouts could be heard when they approached, though it was all Marconi's voice. He forced a smile when they all came in. He stared at Sixgun, "So give me a report Ross. What went down? Did you find anything?"
Maroni's
Outside the helicopter roared off in the distance away from the chaos. In the air Ghost succumbed to the dual attacks and simply passed out in mid-air floating unconscious in mid-air from the combined assaults. On the ground, one of the officers rolled his eyes before pulling out his tazer and sending a massive electric shock through Salvation's body, "I hate vigilantes." The nearby officers drew weapons and made sure Salvation stayed on the ground, "Do you League fellas wanna put him in your lockup?" Consequently, this is exactly when the magical ward suddenly disappeared. Inside Locust still shrieked as he attacked Ocean Warrior and gunshots rang out as Pariah shot at him.
Upstairs in Marconi's Shrieker shrieked as he was knocked into the floor. He was down for the count. Nearby a woman cried out in pain, a wooden stake sticking out of her stomach where Shrieker's sonic scream obliterated a table. Another man had a broken arm from the unintended consequences of Zaphkiel's ceiling assault. There were scraped and bruises otherwise but no other massive injuries.
Prison
Styx laughed as she was led into the VTOL, "Don't worry yourself. I'll behave." She quietly sat down in the VTOL. The battlefield was turning in the League's favor as the heroes and the government pushed back the weakened creatures. League and Government teams pacified huge swaths of the Prison proper as they subdued the riots and potential escapees. Within a few hours they'd have it all under control.
Outside the Warden's office, Apogee sighed in relief, wiping away an incipient tear, "Should have known you were fine. Volt I was just so worried, I... snapped... I" Apogee looked back at the headless man and her hand flew to her mouth, finally taking in the implications of what she'd done. She started gasping and then stood up hastily before throwing up in a corner,going sick at the sight of her first kill. After a few moments it passed and she collected herself, "Sorry. I... just never..." She shook her head and walked over to Flashbolt before lasering him free of his bonds.
She looked at the two of them, checking to see if they were ready before entering. They stepped into a charnel house, blood and body parts were strewn all over the once regal office a mix of prison uniforms and formal business clothing, a woman's leg easily identifiable among them. A circle of blood spread around the Warden's desk where the man himself was seated. On the desk was a large crystal, blood red and pulsing with energy, producing a field of almost tangible malevolence.
A man stepped around the chair and raised a finger, "Stop right there heroes. Before I scramble the dear Warden's brains. But then again it's not like he could do much worse I suppose." The man was thin, almost reedy and of only average height. But his blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin all seemed to only cover an air of gleeful savagery. The sat on the desk, "This crystal powers the dampening field keeping your Supernatural friends at bay. But it's also an amplifier, of power. And if you step any closer, I'll use it to turn every League hero in this prison into a vegetable." The man drew a gun and stepped behind the Warden, "Now may we talk terms? Nothing too bad. Just the release of my comrades and my own freedom in exchange for all your lives."
The cameras painted a very dismal view of Maximum Security. All of the guards were dead, throats ripped open or guts spilling onto the floor while a lone man, opened each and every maximum security cell with the push of a button. At once, more than a dozen cells opened and nightmares exited. They all wore collars around their necks before those too fell off. The man stepped in front of them and smiled as the worst supercriminals for hundreds of miles around walked free again. A portal suddenly opened and the man gestured to it.
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Archmage, That's what you can do when you GM Archmage :P
Besides that mostly applies to PCs or bosses, I let a lot of other stuff slide. Like most of Krein's posts xD
He does have senses though, if not more than flesh and blood. At the very least is should feel funny.
Besides that mostly applies to PCs or bosses, I let a lot of other stuff slide. Like most of Krein's posts xD
He does have senses though, if not more than flesh and blood. At the very least is should feel funny.
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Well the point is that less physical attacks still affect each other, so a non-corporeal being disrupting MC's own energy with a foreign "wavelength" if you will should do something.
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