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XavierZeherisHarper
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2012
- Location
- USA
Name- Quincy Vale, the Dragon Mage
World- Prowlers and Paragons of BlueMoon Comics
Species- Human
Age- 23
Gender- Male
Sexuality- Hetero
Appearance- 5'10", 179 pounds, Brown eyes (Purple when using magic), Pale skin, Dark Red hair, Irish descent. When in costume, Dark Green Suit, Cloak, and Face Mask (Naruto ANBU style) with Scale pattern, and Dragon designs on the mask and cloak.
Personality- Calm, Intelligent, Blunt, Aloof.
Skills/Abilities- Innate Magic
Arcane Blast: 6d, hurling raw magic that occasional pulses with Wind, Lightning, or Ice, rarely a combination of them. Somewhat erratic.
Arcane Strike: 4d, swinging his staff with imbued magic, also pulses with elements, of Fire, Ice, and Lightning variety. Can Block, requires Mystic Staff
Mystic Flight: Can fly up to 120 mph.
Mystic Shield: Instinctive Shield erected against attacks. 10d as an Active Defense
Traits (2d unless noted otherwise): Academics, Athletics, Charm (1d), Command, Medical, Might, Perception (6d), Professional, Riding (1d), Science, Stealth, Streetwise, Survival, Technology, Thievery, Toughness, Vehicles, Willpower (7d), Blast (6d, Variants Lightning, Wind, Ice), Strike (4d, Variants Fire, Ice, Lightning) Armor (10d, Active Defense)
Perks: Blast (Variants Lightning, Wind, Ice), Strike ( Variants Fire, Ice, Lightning), Super Sense, Flight 7 (120 mph), Armor (10d, Active Defense)
Weakness: Making decisions that end with death, Dealing with females, Dealing with authority.
Notable Strengths- Strong of will (Willpower 7), and can use innate magic. Has Mystic Senses (Super Sense Perk), and connections to experienced FBI agents.
Notable Weaknesses- Quincy cannot ride anything, including bikes, very well (1d Riding). He is also socially inept, having few friends and never a girlfriend (1d Charm). Quincy feels guilty for every life he couldn't save, starting with his father, and has issues with making choices that have lives in the balance (Flaw). Quincy is easily flustered by women, and has a hard time treating female villains roughly (Flaw). Also, he has issues with authority, stemming from the relationship he had with his father while alive, and the power he has that most authorities don't (Flaw).
History- Quincy Vale was once your normal High School Nerd, with glasses, book knowledge, and even played D&D with his few friends. Then one day in his Sophomore Year, he awoke with magical powers. At first, life was golden, for his eyes were fixed, he was stronger and faster than before, and he was able to be popular by doing a magic act in the talent show with real magic. This bubble of time was spent abusing his new power for self gain.
It ended in tragedy, for his casual abuse of magic let a demon track him. Attacking him at home, Quincy desperately tried to hold it off, protecting his mother and sister. But the demon was slowly overpowering him, and death (or worse) seemed certain. Then his father came home, and with instincts from years in the FBI, and the desperation to save his family, Quincy's father jumped upon the demon, shooting it in the back several times. The demon, aggravated by the 'petty mortal weapon', grabbed Quincy's father and shoved him into the floor. Before Quincy could do anything, the demon disemboweled his father. Enraged and despairing over his father's eminent death, Quincy shoved every bit of magic he could grasp at the demon. A cacophony of fire, lightning, ice, and wind surged out of Quincy, making mincemeat of the demon. Ignoring the obliterated demon, Quincy rushed to his father's side, desperately apologizing for every argument he could remember. Ignorant of the tears streaming down his face, Quincy plead that his father live, to hang on so that the medics could save him. Quincy's father died in his arms before the ambulance could arrive, his last words becoming Quincy's motto.
Desperate to make sure that what happened to his father wouldn't happen to anyone else, especially his mother and sister, Quincy began training with his magic as best he could, far from home, usually while hanging out with his father's partner, in whom he confided everything. Fixated on tackling such criminals, Quincy eventually created his disguise as the Dragon Mage. Dragons were magically powerful, territorial, and notorious for destroying those who attacked their treasures. Quincy felt a kinship for these assumedly make-believe animals. But with the reality of his magic, he's unsure of what is and isn't fiction anymore.
Nowadays, Quincy spends his quiet time creating or running websites as a freelancer for hire 'at-home', while actively looking for criminals to take down in costume. He has connections through FBI agents his father worked and was friends with, particularly his father's partner Victor Serge. He also has mild connections to corporations through the websites he runs.
Equipment- Mystic Staff (purple), Dark Green costume (dragon themed, mostly scales)
Goals (Optional)- To protect the innocent and defend the weak, so that none live through what he did.
Miscellaneous- "All it takes for evil to triumph, is for good people to do nothing. But if one good person fights, evil cannot win. I stand between you and triumph, criminal."
World- Prowlers and Paragons of BlueMoon Comics
Species- Human
Age- 23
Gender- Male
Sexuality- Hetero
Appearance- 5'10", 179 pounds, Brown eyes (Purple when using magic), Pale skin, Dark Red hair, Irish descent. When in costume, Dark Green Suit, Cloak, and Face Mask (Naruto ANBU style) with Scale pattern, and Dragon designs on the mask and cloak.
Personality- Calm, Intelligent, Blunt, Aloof.
Skills/Abilities- Innate Magic
Arcane Blast: 6d, hurling raw magic that occasional pulses with Wind, Lightning, or Ice, rarely a combination of them. Somewhat erratic.
Arcane Strike: 4d, swinging his staff with imbued magic, also pulses with elements, of Fire, Ice, and Lightning variety. Can Block, requires Mystic Staff
Mystic Flight: Can fly up to 120 mph.
Mystic Shield: Instinctive Shield erected against attacks. 10d as an Active Defense
Traits (2d unless noted otherwise): Academics, Athletics, Charm (1d), Command, Medical, Might, Perception (6d), Professional, Riding (1d), Science, Stealth, Streetwise, Survival, Technology, Thievery, Toughness, Vehicles, Willpower (7d), Blast (6d, Variants Lightning, Wind, Ice), Strike (4d, Variants Fire, Ice, Lightning) Armor (10d, Active Defense)
Perks: Blast (Variants Lightning, Wind, Ice), Strike ( Variants Fire, Ice, Lightning), Super Sense, Flight 7 (120 mph), Armor (10d, Active Defense)
Weakness: Making decisions that end with death, Dealing with females, Dealing with authority.
Notable Strengths- Strong of will (Willpower 7), and can use innate magic. Has Mystic Senses (Super Sense Perk), and connections to experienced FBI agents.
Notable Weaknesses- Quincy cannot ride anything, including bikes, very well (1d Riding). He is also socially inept, having few friends and never a girlfriend (1d Charm). Quincy feels guilty for every life he couldn't save, starting with his father, and has issues with making choices that have lives in the balance (Flaw). Quincy is easily flustered by women, and has a hard time treating female villains roughly (Flaw). Also, he has issues with authority, stemming from the relationship he had with his father while alive, and the power he has that most authorities don't (Flaw).
History- Quincy Vale was once your normal High School Nerd, with glasses, book knowledge, and even played D&D with his few friends. Then one day in his Sophomore Year, he awoke with magical powers. At first, life was golden, for his eyes were fixed, he was stronger and faster than before, and he was able to be popular by doing a magic act in the talent show with real magic. This bubble of time was spent abusing his new power for self gain.
It ended in tragedy, for his casual abuse of magic let a demon track him. Attacking him at home, Quincy desperately tried to hold it off, protecting his mother and sister. But the demon was slowly overpowering him, and death (or worse) seemed certain. Then his father came home, and with instincts from years in the FBI, and the desperation to save his family, Quincy's father jumped upon the demon, shooting it in the back several times. The demon, aggravated by the 'petty mortal weapon', grabbed Quincy's father and shoved him into the floor. Before Quincy could do anything, the demon disemboweled his father. Enraged and despairing over his father's eminent death, Quincy shoved every bit of magic he could grasp at the demon. A cacophony of fire, lightning, ice, and wind surged out of Quincy, making mincemeat of the demon. Ignoring the obliterated demon, Quincy rushed to his father's side, desperately apologizing for every argument he could remember. Ignorant of the tears streaming down his face, Quincy plead that his father live, to hang on so that the medics could save him. Quincy's father died in his arms before the ambulance could arrive, his last words becoming Quincy's motto.
Desperate to make sure that what happened to his father wouldn't happen to anyone else, especially his mother and sister, Quincy began training with his magic as best he could, far from home, usually while hanging out with his father's partner, in whom he confided everything. Fixated on tackling such criminals, Quincy eventually created his disguise as the Dragon Mage. Dragons were magically powerful, territorial, and notorious for destroying those who attacked their treasures. Quincy felt a kinship for these assumedly make-believe animals. But with the reality of his magic, he's unsure of what is and isn't fiction anymore.
Nowadays, Quincy spends his quiet time creating or running websites as a freelancer for hire 'at-home', while actively looking for criminals to take down in costume. He has connections through FBI agents his father worked and was friends with, particularly his father's partner Victor Serge. He also has mild connections to corporations through the websites he runs.
Equipment- Mystic Staff (purple), Dark Green costume (dragon themed, mostly scales)
Goals (Optional)- To protect the innocent and defend the weak, so that none live through what he did.
Miscellaneous- "All it takes for evil to triumph, is for good people to do nothing. But if one good person fights, evil cannot win. I stand between you and triumph, criminal."
Zorrita
Planetoid
- Joined
- Sep 6, 2013
THE BLUE STREAK
Name- Charlene "Charli" Donovan
World- Blue Moon Comics
Species- Human
Age- 17 (born May 28, 1996)
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Undetermined. With her many responsibilities, Charli doesn't date much or explore her options. She is still a virgin.
Appearance- Charli isn't the most intimidating of figures, standing 5' 2" and weighing 109 pounds. She's a cute girl-next-door type with blue eyes and long blonde hair she wears in braids. Her 34C-23-35 physique catches the eye of many of the boys at her school, as well as a few of the teachers. As the Blue Streak she wears a military style outfit of an azure hue. It leaves her lovely legs bare, which she decorates with lightning bolts made of body paint. Charli has a small scar on her face, a reminder of the ordeal she went through while gaining her powers.
Personality- The Blue Streak is quite possibly the most wholesome hero around. She truly wants to make a difference in the world. A firm believer in law and order, the Blue Streak is happy to deal with the restriction that the police place on her so that she can be more of an asset. Charli sometimes finds juggling school, cheerleading, and crimefighting to be quite a handful but luckily she has superhuman speed.
Skills/Abilities-
Super Traits: Super Speed 10d
Perks: Quick Change, Enhanced Defense (Super Speed), Super Senses (Circular Vision)
Notable Strengths-
Mundane Traits: Athletic 8d, Charm 4d, Perception 5d, Super Speed 10d, Toughness 4d, Willpower 3d, all others 2d
Connections: The biggest presence in Charli's life is her father, Dan Donovan. He forged her moral compass and she idolizes him. Dan is a detective with the Blue Port Police Department and is officially in charge of handling the Blue Streak. Because of her lack of a secret identity and her official status within law enforcement, Charli tends to get contacted by the media more than other superhuman adventurers. She has a love-hate relationship with Kylie Robinson, a rich girl who is also on the cheerleading team. The two are rivals for the captain position and fluctuate from being besties to bitter enemies.
Notable Weaknesses-
Flaws: Power Limits (Charli needs five times the calories of a normal person to maintain her speed), Quirk (extremely talkative), Responsibility (she's a special deputy with the Blue Port Police Department)
She can be a bit naive about some things.
History- Charli Donovan is the daughter of Detective Dan Donovan of the BPPD and his wife Brenda. The couple raised an upbeat and upright daughter, though perhaps not the worldliest. When she was sixteen, Charli was kidnapped by a sex offender that her father had arrested. She managed to grab the wheel of the car and ram it into a power pole, causing countless volts of electricity to enter the vehicle. Her kidnapper was severely injured but Charli received only a minor cut on her face. Once she had recovered from her ordeal, she returned to school. Charli was cheering at a football when she had a sudden surge of speed while preforming a backflipping routine. She found herself several hundred miles away with her uniform burned off from the friction. Charli managed to get herself back home without much more humiliation. When Charli insisted on using her new powers for the good of the city, Detective Donovan decided to allow her. But he insisted his daughter receive training in basic self-defense and first aid before attempting any heroics. He also was able to get her special deputy status within the BPPD. As such Charli can legally make arrests and be at crime scenes, but the police department has final say in what actions she can or can not take. On her seventeenth birthday, Dan gave his daughter a special uniform capable of withstanding her powers. It was upon that day the Blue Streak was born and became Blue Port City's teenage speed queen.
Equipment- Gauntlets (+2d), Bulletproof Cloth Armor, Communicator, Handcuffs
Goals- Virtue is the Blue Streak's motivation. She is a hero simply because that is how she can do the most good.
Miscellaneous- "OMG you like totally have the right to remain silent if you wanna but if you gab anyone then it will soooo be held against you like the time I told Kylie Robinson that her boyfriend was cute and so she thought I wanted to steal him away but really I was just trying to be nice because he honestly is just OK looking and... "
Edge 30
Health 12
Name- Charlene "Charli" Donovan
World- Blue Moon Comics
Species- Human
Age- 17 (born May 28, 1996)
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Undetermined. With her many responsibilities, Charli doesn't date much or explore her options. She is still a virgin.
Appearance- Charli isn't the most intimidating of figures, standing 5' 2" and weighing 109 pounds. She's a cute girl-next-door type with blue eyes and long blonde hair she wears in braids. Her 34C-23-35 physique catches the eye of many of the boys at her school, as well as a few of the teachers. As the Blue Streak she wears a military style outfit of an azure hue. It leaves her lovely legs bare, which she decorates with lightning bolts made of body paint. Charli has a small scar on her face, a reminder of the ordeal she went through while gaining her powers.
Personality- The Blue Streak is quite possibly the most wholesome hero around. She truly wants to make a difference in the world. A firm believer in law and order, the Blue Streak is happy to deal with the restriction that the police place on her so that she can be more of an asset. Charli sometimes finds juggling school, cheerleading, and crimefighting to be quite a handful but luckily she has superhuman speed.
Skills/Abilities-
Super Traits: Super Speed 10d
Perks: Quick Change, Enhanced Defense (Super Speed), Super Senses (Circular Vision)
Notable Strengths-
Mundane Traits: Athletic 8d, Charm 4d, Perception 5d, Super Speed 10d, Toughness 4d, Willpower 3d, all others 2d
Connections: The biggest presence in Charli's life is her father, Dan Donovan. He forged her moral compass and she idolizes him. Dan is a detective with the Blue Port Police Department and is officially in charge of handling the Blue Streak. Because of her lack of a secret identity and her official status within law enforcement, Charli tends to get contacted by the media more than other superhuman adventurers. She has a love-hate relationship with Kylie Robinson, a rich girl who is also on the cheerleading team. The two are rivals for the captain position and fluctuate from being besties to bitter enemies.
Notable Weaknesses-
Flaws: Power Limits (Charli needs five times the calories of a normal person to maintain her speed), Quirk (extremely talkative), Responsibility (she's a special deputy with the Blue Port Police Department)
She can be a bit naive about some things.
History- Charli Donovan is the daughter of Detective Dan Donovan of the BPPD and his wife Brenda. The couple raised an upbeat and upright daughter, though perhaps not the worldliest. When she was sixteen, Charli was kidnapped by a sex offender that her father had arrested. She managed to grab the wheel of the car and ram it into a power pole, causing countless volts of electricity to enter the vehicle. Her kidnapper was severely injured but Charli received only a minor cut on her face. Once she had recovered from her ordeal, she returned to school. Charli was cheering at a football when she had a sudden surge of speed while preforming a backflipping routine. She found herself several hundred miles away with her uniform burned off from the friction. Charli managed to get herself back home without much more humiliation. When Charli insisted on using her new powers for the good of the city, Detective Donovan decided to allow her. But he insisted his daughter receive training in basic self-defense and first aid before attempting any heroics. He also was able to get her special deputy status within the BPPD. As such Charli can legally make arrests and be at crime scenes, but the police department has final say in what actions she can or can not take. On her seventeenth birthday, Dan gave his daughter a special uniform capable of withstanding her powers. It was upon that day the Blue Streak was born and became Blue Port City's teenage speed queen.
Equipment- Gauntlets (+2d), Bulletproof Cloth Armor, Communicator, Handcuffs
Goals- Virtue is the Blue Streak's motivation. She is a hero simply because that is how she can do the most good.
Miscellaneous- "OMG you like totally have the right to remain silent if you wanna but if you gab anyone then it will soooo be held against you like the time I told Kylie Robinson that her boyfriend was cute and so she thought I wanted to steal him away but really I was just trying to be nice because he honestly is just OK looking and... "
Edge 30
Health 12
Cherubian
Supernova
- Joined
- Aug 30, 2010
Name – Samantha Pearson
World – Blue Moon Comics
Species – Human
Age – 17
Gender - Female
Sexuality – Heterosexual
Appearance Since her transformation Samantha is an impressive 6’1” in height with raven black hair and a slightly tanned complexion. She is of an athletic, slightly muscular build, sporting an enchantingly beautiful face, slender shapely limbs and an impressive rack quite unusual for any physically active female. All in all her body is almost too picture perfect gorgeous to be true.
Since she is still struggling to cope with her newfound super powers she does not have a costume yet and instead wears light civilian clothing often tattered to some degree due to the rigors of superhero life that ordinary clothing simply is not made for.
Personality – Originally a rather cheerful and lively person, the recent traumatic events have given her a mistrustful and sarcastic streak that sometimes shines through.
Abilities
Traits (Mundane traits not mentioned at 2d):
Academics 3d
Athletics 10d
Leaping 5d
Might 10d
Perception 5d
Running 5d
Technology 1d
Thievery 1d
Toughness 8d
Vehicles 1d
Willpower 5d
Perks:
Enhanced Defense (Athletics)
Noteable Weaknesses
Flaws:
Broke
Unusual Looks: supernaturally beautiful, including very large breasts [Funny that this is considered a flaw, but whatever ... ]
Wanted
The radiation that transformed Samantha is still lingering within her and affecting all sophisticated technical, especially electronical, devices she touches. Which casues them to malfunction and break down with startling frequency. Hence her traits for Tecknology, Vehicles and Thievery are at a weak 1d.
The transformation also has rendered Samatha sterile. Yes, not really a weakness, but I had to put it somewhere.
History – Until two weeks ago Samantha was just a more or less average if athletically inclined teenager visiting High School and planning for her college tenure. As a member of her school’s Track and Field team she naturally put a certain emphasis on physical fitness, including a dip into self defense disciplines. Not much of a party goer, study and sport and friends occupied most of her time. Then came that fateful day she went for her regular evening jog.
The object had been traversing the galaxy for billions of years. Layers of frozen gas, solid metal and about every exotic member of the periodic table formed a protective and preserving shell around the tiny core consisting of isotope 127, a last remnant of the very early days of the universe that long since would have dissipated if not for the cocoon preserving it. It was only a matter of time, though, until the meteorite would come into contact with another stellar body.
And so warned by the whirring and hissing sound Samantha had just enough time to look up and behold that glowing and rapidly growing speck descending towards her out of the sky at break neck speed before it hit her. When she awoke some indefinite time later she laid naked at the base of a crater about five yards deep and twenty yards in diameter, and whatever she had worn before had been evaporated. Unknown to her the isotope 127 had fused with her body and finally freed of the inhibiting shell had disintegrated, in the process unleashing a short burst of powerful radiation that altered the girl forever.
Still confused she climbed out of the hole in the ground, only to behold further manifestations of the impact nearly two hundred yards in any direction. Unable to make sense of it she began to continue trotting along the path she had been following in an attempt to go home, get some rest and rid herself of the immense headache she was feeling.
Of course the sight of a naked girl out in the open attracts attention, this time in the form of three college jocks who were expecting some easy fun at her expense. When her attempt to shove one of them away sent him crashing into a tree some fifty yards away she realized for the first time that something might not be quite as it was before. At least that scared off the bunch and she made it back home without further incident, dropping onto her bed and sleeping for sixteen straight hours.
When she awoke she felt much better, and the events of the past day seemed like a weird dream. Until she got a first look at herself in the mirror. Apparently she had grown at least a few inches over night, and somehow her physique had been remodeled. She was fit before, but now her body appeared gorgeously shapely and super toned. No bulging muscles, but a subtle visible cue at the strength residing beneath. Her face still showed a trace of similarity to her former self but now was of perfect, actually too perfect, proportions, an idealized mix of aristocratic nobility and angelic innocence, as if right out of one of those retouched glamor magazines. And then there were her tits. Due to her physically active lifestyle they had always hovered between a B- or C-Cup, but now there were two enormous udders hanging from her chest, and weirdly enough she did not even feel any additional strain on her back. Needless to mention none of her bras fit her anymore.
To get a handle on that renewed rush of confusion she decided some more physical workout would be a good way to clear her thoughts. Sadly her shoes did not fit her anymore, either, but at least she was able to put on a pair of tight fitting short track pants and some loose hanging T-Shirt and leave her home for a bit of barefooted running. She had made it about fifty yards down the street when an omnious black van with tinted windows pulled up and three men in dark suits got out and tried to surround her. While one of them distracted her with a polite greeting, the other attempted to subdue her with a syringe. Only the needle broke against her skin, and Samantha became slightly agitated at this turn of events. At the end of it the three members of that secret government agency ended up in hospital with several broken bones, one black van with tinted windows had been tossed onto the roof of the town hall, and Samantha was on the run, clearly unwilling to serve as a test subject in some hidden laboratory.
By now she is trying her best to keep a low profile and stay out of reach of that mysterious organization trying to catch her. Reports of her clashes with the agents made it into some newspapers in a vague, watered down form. Seemingly someone else was interested in keeping her escapades out of public awareness, but a truck on a rooftop is simply too obvious to cover up even for a government agency.
Equipment – Not much, the clothes on her skin.
Goals – To no longer be hunted and to come to grips with her new powers.
Miscellaneous - "I like the Suzuki Alto. A nice car, compact, small, good handling, easy to pick up, aim and throw."
Health – 12
Edge - 20
World – Blue Moon Comics
Species – Human
Age – 17
Gender - Female
Sexuality – Heterosexual
Appearance Since her transformation Samantha is an impressive 6’1” in height with raven black hair and a slightly tanned complexion. She is of an athletic, slightly muscular build, sporting an enchantingly beautiful face, slender shapely limbs and an impressive rack quite unusual for any physically active female. All in all her body is almost too picture perfect gorgeous to be true.
Since she is still struggling to cope with her newfound super powers she does not have a costume yet and instead wears light civilian clothing often tattered to some degree due to the rigors of superhero life that ordinary clothing simply is not made for.
Personality – Originally a rather cheerful and lively person, the recent traumatic events have given her a mistrustful and sarcastic streak that sometimes shines through.
Abilities
Traits (Mundane traits not mentioned at 2d):
Academics 3d
Athletics 10d
Leaping 5d
Might 10d
Perception 5d
Running 5d
Technology 1d
Thievery 1d
Toughness 8d
Vehicles 1d
Willpower 5d
Perks:
Enhanced Defense (Athletics)
Noteable Weaknesses
Flaws:
Broke
Unusual Looks: supernaturally beautiful, including very large breasts [Funny that this is considered a flaw, but whatever ...
]Wanted
The radiation that transformed Samantha is still lingering within her and affecting all sophisticated technical, especially electronical, devices she touches. Which casues them to malfunction and break down with startling frequency. Hence her traits for Tecknology, Vehicles and Thievery are at a weak 1d.
The transformation also has rendered Samatha sterile. Yes, not really a weakness, but I had to put it somewhere.
History – Until two weeks ago Samantha was just a more or less average if athletically inclined teenager visiting High School and planning for her college tenure. As a member of her school’s Track and Field team she naturally put a certain emphasis on physical fitness, including a dip into self defense disciplines. Not much of a party goer, study and sport and friends occupied most of her time. Then came that fateful day she went for her regular evening jog.
The object had been traversing the galaxy for billions of years. Layers of frozen gas, solid metal and about every exotic member of the periodic table formed a protective and preserving shell around the tiny core consisting of isotope 127, a last remnant of the very early days of the universe that long since would have dissipated if not for the cocoon preserving it. It was only a matter of time, though, until the meteorite would come into contact with another stellar body.
And so warned by the whirring and hissing sound Samantha had just enough time to look up and behold that glowing and rapidly growing speck descending towards her out of the sky at break neck speed before it hit her. When she awoke some indefinite time later she laid naked at the base of a crater about five yards deep and twenty yards in diameter, and whatever she had worn before had been evaporated. Unknown to her the isotope 127 had fused with her body and finally freed of the inhibiting shell had disintegrated, in the process unleashing a short burst of powerful radiation that altered the girl forever.
Still confused she climbed out of the hole in the ground, only to behold further manifestations of the impact nearly two hundred yards in any direction. Unable to make sense of it she began to continue trotting along the path she had been following in an attempt to go home, get some rest and rid herself of the immense headache she was feeling.
Of course the sight of a naked girl out in the open attracts attention, this time in the form of three college jocks who were expecting some easy fun at her expense. When her attempt to shove one of them away sent him crashing into a tree some fifty yards away she realized for the first time that something might not be quite as it was before. At least that scared off the bunch and she made it back home without further incident, dropping onto her bed and sleeping for sixteen straight hours.
When she awoke she felt much better, and the events of the past day seemed like a weird dream. Until she got a first look at herself in the mirror. Apparently she had grown at least a few inches over night, and somehow her physique had been remodeled. She was fit before, but now her body appeared gorgeously shapely and super toned. No bulging muscles, but a subtle visible cue at the strength residing beneath. Her face still showed a trace of similarity to her former self but now was of perfect, actually too perfect, proportions, an idealized mix of aristocratic nobility and angelic innocence, as if right out of one of those retouched glamor magazines. And then there were her tits. Due to her physically active lifestyle they had always hovered between a B- or C-Cup, but now there were two enormous udders hanging from her chest, and weirdly enough she did not even feel any additional strain on her back. Needless to mention none of her bras fit her anymore.
To get a handle on that renewed rush of confusion she decided some more physical workout would be a good way to clear her thoughts. Sadly her shoes did not fit her anymore, either, but at least she was able to put on a pair of tight fitting short track pants and some loose hanging T-Shirt and leave her home for a bit of barefooted running. She had made it about fifty yards down the street when an omnious black van with tinted windows pulled up and three men in dark suits got out and tried to surround her. While one of them distracted her with a polite greeting, the other attempted to subdue her with a syringe. Only the needle broke against her skin, and Samantha became slightly agitated at this turn of events. At the end of it the three members of that secret government agency ended up in hospital with several broken bones, one black van with tinted windows had been tossed onto the roof of the town hall, and Samantha was on the run, clearly unwilling to serve as a test subject in some hidden laboratory.
By now she is trying her best to keep a low profile and stay out of reach of that mysterious organization trying to catch her. Reports of her clashes with the agents made it into some newspapers in a vague, watered down form. Seemingly someone else was interested in keeping her escapades out of public awareness, but a truck on a rooftop is simply too obvious to cover up even for a government agency.
Equipment – Not much, the clothes on her skin.
Goals – To no longer be hunted and to come to grips with her new powers.
Miscellaneous - "I like the Suzuki Alto. A nice car, compact, small, good handling, easy to pick up, aim and throw."
Health – 12
Edge - 20
- Status