Around the World With A New Character Each Week

[Black Ops]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

Hrmph.

I hate to admit this. I can not make it work.

Care to tell me how to do this ?

[Black Ops]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

So. How is this ?

[The Arc]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

It's probably my fault. I'm still using HDv2. You're probably using HDv3. The templetes are for HDv2. Here's a link to our HD templates. I'm not sure if you have to be a member of our Yahoo group to access them though. http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/uberworldforum/files/Hero%20Designer%20templates/

[Black Ops]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

Ja.

You have to join.

Which I will not.

[ghost-angel]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

So. How is this ?

 

In the chat, you said you had trouble posting a character directly into a post... Hope this is the character you were talking about

 

[b]Maria Corelli - [/b]

[b][u]VAL[/u]   [u]CHA[/u]   [u]Cost[/u]   [u]Total[/u]   [u]Roll[/u]      [u]Notes[/u][/b]
40    STR     30   40      17-       HTH Damage 8d6  END [4]
16    DEX     18   16      12-       OCV 5 DCV 5
15    CON     10   15      12-
15    BODY    10   15      12-
11    INT     1   11      11-       PER Roll 11-
10    EGO     0   10      11-       ECV: 3
11    PRE     1   11      11-       PRE Attack: 2d6
12    COM     1   12      11-
8    PD      0   8/14             8/14 PD (0/6 rPD)
4    ED      1   4/7             4/7 ED (0/3 rED)
3    SPD     4   3                 Phases:  4, 8, 12
11    REC     0   11
30    END     0   30
43    STUN    0   43
9    RUN      0   9"                END [2]
2    SWIM     0   2"                END [1]
8    LEAP     0   8"                8" forward, 4" upward

[b]CHA Cost: 76[/b]

[b][u]Cost[/u]   [u]POWERS[/u][/b]
32     [b][i]I know  how to break this......[/i][/b]: Hand-To-Hand Attack +9d6, Double Knockback (+3/4) (79 Active Points); Limited Power Power loses about half of its effectiveness (only vs. objects made out of stone/cement.; -1), Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) - END=8
1     [b][i]Breath holding[/i][/b]: Life Support  (Extended Breathing: 1 END per Turn) - END=0
6     [b][i]Trained Runner[/i][/b]: Running +3" (9" total) - END=1
14     [b][i]Tough skin[/i][/b]: Armor (6 PD/3 ED) - END=0

[b]POWERS Cost: 53[/b]


[b][u]Cost[/u]   [u]SKILLS[/u][/b]
     Everyman Skills
0      1)  AK: San Marino 8-
0      2)  Acting 8-
5      3)  Climbing 13-
0      4)  Concealment 8-
0      5)  Conversation 8-
0      6)  Deduction 8-
5      7)  Paramedics 12-
0      8)  Persuasion 8-
0      9)  PS: Housewife 8-
0      10) Shadowing 8-
0      11) Stealth 8-
1      AK 8-
3      Bureaucratics 11-
3      Hoist 11-
2      KS 11-
0      Language:  Italian (idiomatic) (4 Active Points)
1      Language:  German (basic conversation)
1      Language:  English (basic conversation)
3      Persuasion 11-
2      PS: Handcrafts 11-
2      PS: Rescue Worker 11-
2      PS: Maid 11-
2      PS: Secretary 11-
3      TF:  Small Motorized Ground Vehicles, Two-Wheeled Motorized Ground Vehicles, Two-Wheeled Muscle-Powered Ground Vehicles
3      Demolitions 11-

[b]SKILLS Cost: 38[/b]

[b][u]Cost[/u]   [u]PERKS[/u][/b]
5      Money:  Well Off

[b]PERKS Cost: 5[/b]

[b][u]Cost[/u]   [u]TALENTS[/u][/b]
3      Bump Of Direction

[b]TALENTS Cost: 3[/b]
[b][u]Value[/u]  [u]DISADVANTAGES[/u][/b]
10     Dependent NPC:  younger Brother 8- (Normal)
5     Dependent NPC:  Husband 8- (Normal; Useful Noncombat Position or Skills)
10     Hunted:  Italian Goverment 8- (Mo Pow; NCI; Watching)
10     Physical Limitation:  Reduced Tactile Senses (-1 touch based Rolls) (Frequently; Slightly Impairing)
10     Physical Limitation:  Short sighted (Needs Glasses) (Frequently; Slightly Impairing)
15     Psychological Limitation:  Out to prove that not only her power makes her a valuable Quarryworher (Common; Strong)
15     Psychological Limitation:  Impulsive and temperamental. (Common; Strong)

[b]DISADVANTAGES Points: 75[/b]

Base Pts: 100
Exp Required: 0
Total Exp Available: 0
Exp Unspent: 0
Total Character Cost: 175

[Black Ops]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

Yes but how did you get it to work ?

Anyway: Here is her backround:

 

 

Maria Corelli ne Poggiali was born 1979 in Borgio Maggiore (a muncipalitie of San Marino).

 

Nothing implicated that she was born with a latent mutation. She had the usual backround for a girl from the mountains. She worked in the adriatic resort Hotels during the Summer and lived with her family during the Winter.

 

In 1999 a Quake hit the Area she was living at and Marias power manifested. Maria worked like a maniac to help until local forces came to her relief.

 

It was by later consensus decided that her powers were a miracle granted by San Martino, the local patron saint, a stonemason. (A scientific examination proofed her mutant status, but the locals disregard this.)

 

Maria tried to continue living as before but her public exposure during her rescue work made that virtually imposible.

 

Maria lived nearly as a Hermit for a year, until she met her future Husband Carlo Corelli the owner of a local quarry while hiking. Carlo wanted to hire Maria at the beginning only for her powers but the two fell gradually in love and married after a year long stormy relationship.

Personality

 

Maria is very temperamental, but not convinced that her powers make her special. She is trying to live a normal live, but will do what she deems necessary.

Quote

 

Hang on I am comming to help you !

Powers

 

Maria was never really in a superfight.

 

She does a lot of rescue work.

[ghost-angel]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

I opened the character TXT file in Text Edit, selected and copied the contents, then pasted into my reply.

[The Arc]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

This is just a rough draft, right?

[Black Ops]

Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week

 

Maria Corelli - (from San Marino )

 

VAL...CHA...Cost...Total...Roll......Notes

40....STR.....30...40......17-.......HTH Damage 8d6 END [4]

16....DEX.....18...16......12-.......OCV 5 DCV 5

15....CON.....10...15......12-

15....BODY....10...15......12-

11....INT.....1...11......11-.......PER Roll 11-

10....EGO.....0...10......11-.......ECV: 3

11....PRE.....1...11......11-.......PRE Attack: 2d6

12....COM.....1...12......11-

8......PD......0...8/13.............8/13 PD (0/5 rPD)

4......ED......1...4/7.............4/7 ED (0/3 rED)

3......SPD.....4...3.................Phases: 4, 8, 12

11....REC.....0...11

30....END.....0...30

43....STUN....0...43

9......RUN......0...9"................END [2]

2......SWIM.....0...2"................END [1]

8......LEAP.....0...8"................8" forward, 4" upward

 

CHA Cost: 76

 

Cost...POWERS

32.....I know how to break this......: Hand-To-Hand Attack +9d6, Double Knockback (+3/4) (79 Active Points); Limited Power Power loses about half of its effectiveness (only vs. objects made out of stone/cement.; -1), Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) - END=8

1.....Breath holding: Life Support (Extended Breathing: 1 END per Turn) - END=0

6.....Trained Runner: Running +3" (9" total) - END=1

12.....Tough skin: Armor (5 PD/3 ED) - END=0

7.....Powerful Hands: Clinging (normal STR) (10 Active Points); Costs Endurance (-1/2) - END=1

 

POWERS Cost: 58

 

 

Cost...SKILLS

......Everyman Skills

0......1) AK: San Marino 8-

0......2) Acting 8-

5......3) Climbing 13-

0......4) Concealment 8-

0......5) Conversation 8-

0......6) Deduction 8-

5......7) Paramedics 12-

0......8) Persuasion 8-

0......9) PS: Housewife 8-

0......10) Shadowing 8-

0......11) Stealth 8-

1......AK Adriatic Coast 8-

3......Bureaucratics 11-

3......Hoist 11-

2......AK Appenin Mountain Range 11-

0......Language: Italian (idiomatic) (4 Active Points)

1......Language: German (basic conversation)

1......Language: English (basic conversation)

3......Persuasion 11-

2......PS: Handcrafts 11-

2......PS: Rescue Worker 11-

2......PS: Maid 11-

2......PS: Secretary 11-

3......TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles, Two-Wheeled Motorized Ground Vehicles, Two-Wheeled Muscle-Powered Ground Vehicles

3......Demolitions 11-

 

SKILLS Cost: 38

 

 

Cost...TALENTS

3......Bump Of Direction

 

TALENTS Cost: 3

Value..DISADVANTAGES

10.....Dependent NPC: younger Brother 8- (Normal)

5.....Dependent NPC: Husband 8- (Normal; Useful Noncombat Position or Skills)

10.....Hunted: Italian Goverment 8- (Mo Pow; NCI; Watching)

10.....Physical Limitation: Reduced Tactile Senses (-1 touch based Rolls) (Frequently; Slightly Impairing)

10.....Physical Limitation: Short sighted (Needs Glasses) (Frequently; Slightly Impairing)

15.....Psychological Limitation: Out to prove that not only her power makes her a valuable Quarryworher (Common; Strong)

15.....Psychological Limitation: Impulsive and temperamental. (Common; Strong)

 

DISADVANTAGES Points: 75

 

Base Pts: 100

Exp Required: 0

Total Exp Available: 0

Exp Unspent: 0

Total Character Cost: 175

 

 

Background/History

 

Maria Corelli ne Poggiali was born 1979 in Borgio Maggiore (a muncipalitie of San Marino).^^Nothing implicated that she was born with a latent mutation. She had the usual backround for a girl from the mountains. She worked in the adriatic resort Hotels during the Summer and lived with her family during the Winter.^^In 1999 a Quake hit the Area she was living at and Marias power manifested. Maria worked like a maniac to help until local forces came to her relief.^^It was by later consensus decided that her powers were a miracle granted by San Martino, the local patron saint, a stonemason. (A scientific examination proofed her mutant status, but the locals disregard this.)^^Maria tried to continue living as before but her public exposure during her rescue work made that virtually imposible.^^Maria lived nearly as a Hermit for a year, until she met her future Husband Carlo Corelli the owner of a local quarry while hiking. Carlo wanted to hire Maria at the beginning only for her powers but the two fell gradually in love and married after a year long stormy relationship.

 

Personality/Motivation

 

Maria is very temperamental, but not convinced that her powers make her special. She is trying to live a normal live, but will do what she deems necessary. Maria is not overtly thrilled with the decission of her Countrymen that her powers are a divine blessing, but she remains a devout catholic.

 

Quote

 

Hang on I am comming to help you !

 

Powers/Tactics

 

Maria is very strong and has some sort of power over earth and stone, that might one day be developed in some sort of Earth-Powers. She mostly relies on her strength and toughness.^^Maria was never really in a superfight.^^She does a lot of rescue work.

 

Campaign Use

Maria is a low powered brick. She is mostly made to show that not everybody with powers wants to dress colorfully and knock over banks or save the world.

 

 

 

Appearance

 

A tiny italian woman, with black hair and warm brown eyes. When doing rescue work she wears a stout white overall with the Red Cross symbol.^^Privately she wears nice trendy clothes.

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#149 (Samoa)

 

Dolphin Rider

 

Liliele Tatapu

 

 

Character Sheet (Click Here)

 

Background

It was supposed to have been a simple trip, a trip to Aunt Sina's house on Upolo to celebrate her 80th birthday. However, things quickly turn to the worse. The ship developed engine problems ten miles offshore, and no matter how much Liliele's father babied the motor, it eventually gave out. Things quickly progressed as storm clouds raced in from the west. The storm churned the waves and rocked the families ship violently. Liliele was below deck when the lightning struck. There was a loud explosion and the next thing Liliele knew she was outside of the ship plunged in the deep waters off the coast of Upolo. Liliele struggled to the surface, her parents' ship was nowhere in sight. Waves and wind crashed down on Liliele as she struggled to just survive.

 

 

Liliele didn't know how she did survive. She was lost at sea and was sure that her family had parished as well. Dark depression swam in her mind, as Liliele contimplated giving up her struggle to survive. It was when things were at their darkest that the dolphins came. Like a group of playful young children the dolphins bobbed up next to her. Two came under her arms and helped Liliele back to Upolo, at the feet of Aunt Sina.

 

 

Liliele came to live with her aunt. The rest of her family were presumed to be lost at sea. Liliele was desolate without her family, so Aunt Sina, who knew some magic started teaching Liliele some of her craft to help the girl deal with her grief. Liliele has been with Aunt Sina for about five years now, and has learned a lot of magic from her. She's known as Dolphin Rider by the people of Samoa. Liliele likes to use her magic to rescue people lost at sea and also to fight against those who pollute. She still misses her family dearly, but sees her actions as a way of preventing others become orphans like her.

 

Personality

Liliele is a young woman, who knows she's going places. She doesn't back down and is rarely persuaded when it's something important to her, especially the environment. So long as Liliele tries, she's completely confident that she will achieve her goals. The few times that things haven't turned out the way Liliele thought they should, she has fled to the sea to be with her dolphin friends and have a good sulk. However, this moods are infrequent and Liliele is quickly to resume her crusades.

 

 

The environment is of great importance to Liliele. Not just the environment around Samoa, but the world at large. Liliele knows her magical powers aren't enough to change the world, but this hasn't stopped her from trying. So far, Liliele hasn't faught any super-villains like Ruin or the Elementals, but she would face them with courage and conviction that they are wrong and that she's right.

 

Quote

"Woho! Man this is such a rush!"

 

Powers

Aunt Sina has taught Liliele a number of spells. All of her magic is associated with the sea, and dolphins in particular. One of her most powerful spells is a spell that'll summon nearby friendly dolphins. With a little twist of magic, Liliele can take on the appearance of a dolphin. Usually when Liliele becomes a dolphin she'll cast other spells that allow her to hear like a dolphin, breathe underwater, and swim a little faster than a human, but nowhere close to as fast as a dolphin could.

 

 

Liliele has also learned two other spells that deal directly with water. She can cast a spell that allows her to walk on water, as if Liliele was walking upon a firm surface. Her other spell, is a spell that allows Liliele to shape water into any form she desires. Liliele is still young, and is still learning magic at the knees of Aunt Sina, so there is no telling how powerful she might become.

 

Appearance

Liliele is an athletic Samoan girl with dark skin tone. She doesn't maintain a costumed identity, and like most girls her age she is constantly changing her clothes. However, she's known all over the islands as the Dolphin Rider. When acting as Dolphin Rider, Liliele usually wears a bikini. Her Aunt Sina tattooed a symbol of power on her belly, and when Liliele wears a bikini it is quite prominent. Otherwise, Liliele is a typical teenage girl and dresses as such. Liliele has long straight black hair and brown eyes, showing off her Samoan ancestry.

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#150 (San Marino)

 

Maria Corelli

 

 

Character Sheet (Click Here)

 

Background

Maria Corelli ne Poggiali was born 1979 in Borgio Maggiore (a muncipalitie of San Marino).

 

 

Nothing implicated that she was born with a latent ubergene. She had the usual backround for a girl from the mountains. Maria worked in the Adriatic resort hotels during the summers and lived with her family during the winters.

 

 

In 1995 an earthquake hit the area she was living at and Maria's power manifested themselves. Maria worked like a maniac to help until local forces came to her relief.

 

 

It was by later consensus decided that her powers were a miracle granted by San Martino, the local patron saint, a stonemason. (A scientific examination proved her uberhuman status, but the locals disregard this.)

 

 

Maria tried to continue living as before but her public exposure during her rescue work made that virtually imposible.

 

Maria lived nearly as a hermit for a year, until she met her future husband, Carlo Corelli, the owner of a local quarry, while hiking. Carlo wanted to hire Maria at the beginning only for her powers but the two fell gradually in love and married after a year long stormy relationship.

 

 

---Maria Corelli was written by Black Ops

 

Personality

Maria is very temperamental, but not convinced that her powers make her special. She is trying to live a normal live, but will do what she deems necessary. Maria is not overtly thrilled with the decission of her countrymen that her powers are a divine blessing, but she remains a devout catholic.

 

Quote

"Hang on I am coming to help you!"

 

Powers

Maria is very strong and has some sort of power over earth and stone, that might one day be developed in some sort of Earth-Powers. She mostly relies on her strength and toughness.^^Maria was never really in a superfight. She does a lot of rescue work.

 

 

Appearance

A tiny Sammarinese woman, with black hair and warm brown eyes. When doing rescue work she wears a stout white overall with the Red Cross symbol. Privately Maria wears nice trendy clothes.

[The Arc]

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This now takes us up to Sao Tome and Principe.

[tribe]

#151 CABECA DE RADIO (Sao Tome)

 

 

CABECA DE RADIO (RADIOHEAD)

Luis Miguel Sabrosa

Character Sheet (Click Here)

 

Background

After landing a job at Oleo Industries, Luis Miguel managed to land lucky break after lucky break, first getting a promotion to the CEO's office and then being accepted as one of only three admin assistants to accompany the CEO on an experimental oil expedition. Luis Miguel didn't think of the dangers, and only saw his future - all bright lights and smooth moves at parties. The expedition left Sao Tome in a state of the art submarine but soon drew the attention of global pirates, Deep Six, who attacked and took control of the submarine, issuing a ransom to the Portuguese government with a 24 hour time limit.

 

The Portuguese government had no way of paying the ransom, and weren't actually involved directly in the expedition anyway, so in the following 24 hours there were many harried conversations and meetings in the European Union and in Africa with Africa Force. With only an hour remaining to the deadline, Africa Force launched a rescue mission and arrived underwater to find the submarine completely abandoned, with only minimum power remaining.

 

While the governments and corporations were bickering over the ransom, Treasure and her pirates had raided the submarine for all of its experimental technology and also unwittingly causing it to shut down, depriving the occupants of air. Only Luis Miguel survived and he was so traumatised that he was taken to a hospital on Sao Tome where he remained for nearly a year in and out of trances. He received psychiatric assistance but would never have recovered without the onset of his telepathic powers which appeared during his hospital stay and allowed him to begin living his dreams as part of reality. He relived his hostage situation every day but slowly reorganised events in his mind so that he survived along with his employer and friends. Somehow this managed to return Luis Miguel to a mostly balanced mind. He convinced the doctors that he was better and returned to Oleo Industries in a diminished capacity.

 

While he looked like he was coping on the outside, within his mind Luis Miguel was constantly reliving moments of his life - from what had happened five minutes earlier to times when he was a child. His mind seemed to be able to recreate any memory and to reform it into anything he could imagine. Soon he turned his attention to his colleagues - a pretty assistant at the desk next to his suddenly found him very attractive and agreed to marry him; he could read his boss' mind and knew exactly what the old man wanted to hear. Suddenly Luis Miguel was going places again.

 

These petty manipulations inevitably led to more criminal ones and so 'Cabeca de Radio' became known across the small island, and even across to the mainland. He revelled in his power, enjoying the feeling he received when he read the minds of people he had taken hostage. He realised that Deep Six were certainly on to something and decided to strike fear into as many people as he could, while also grabbing as much cash as he could along the way.

 

Since taking on a secret identity, Luis Miguel has begun to separate his mundane life at the office from his larger than life escapades, to the extent that he sometimes thinks the other life is just a dream. The further he goes along this path the less likely he will ever be able to reconcile these two aspects of his life.

 

Personality

Cabeca de Radio is a mean telepath who enjoys kidnapping people so that he can delve into their terrified minds. He has not killed anyone yet, or seriously harmed them in a physical sense, but the potential is there. He follows a standard strategy of grabbing one or two people (usually young women) and then taking them to a warehouse where he subjects them to terrifying illusions while sitting back and eating fast food while dipping into their minds.

 

Luis Miguel, on the other hand, is a mostly meek and mild office worker. Since his ordeal with Deep Six, his co-workers treat him like a leper and he therefore has very little in the way of a social life. He does his work well enough, and sometimes dips into the minds of his co-workers, but it isn't until he puts on his costume that Luis Miguel becomes sadistic.

 

Quote

"A little more gore, a little less lace... that is picture perfect. Ah, the screams... like in stereo!"

 

Powers

A telepath with the ability to create illusions, read people's minds and control their memories and thoughts, Cabeca de Radio could become a considerable threat. However, he limits his powers to hostage situations and self-indulgent journeys into people's fears. He has revealed low level telekinetic powers as well, although these are sometimes forgotten, such as in the case when Cabeca de Radio was briefly caught by the police and failed to fly away as he had on other occasions. He nonetheless escaped once they arrived at the police station, but it is interesting to note that the man himself seems to forget that he has the ability to fly and create walls of pure force.

 

Appearance

Cabeca de Radio has a sense of dramatic flair and dresses in dark red leather jacket which buttons to his mouth and provides him with a bit of anonymity (bolstered by his telepathic powers). He wears an eye patch in honour of his 'founder', Deep Six, and spikes his hair when in costume. When he is regular Luis Miguel, he wears cheap business attire and his hair is generally lifeless and long, often covering his face. His entire body seems to lift when he becomes the villain, and beneath his meek appearance is a tougher than expected body.

 

Given the nature of his abilities, Cabeca de Radio (and Luis Miguel, as well) can change their appearance - subtly or dramatically.

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#152 THE DIRECTORATE (Suadi Arabia)

 

 

Background

The Directorate found its origins in the first Gulf War. Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud was sent to Iraq to investigate reports that Saddam Hussein was gathering chemical and biological weapons to use against Iran. The kingdom was worried that if Iraq actually defeated Iran than maybe Iraq would turn their eyes to the south to the oil rich Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. While Colonel Al Saud did find evidence that Saddam Hussein's cousin Chemical Ali was buying chemicals to make nerve gas he found also that Saddam was willing to create super-soldiers as well. Colonel Saud was barely able to escape by playing dead. Once back in Saudi Arabia the colonel got an audience with his father who was acting as regent of the kingdom after Faisal's uncle King Fahd had suffered a stroke.

 

 

Colonel Saud was able to convince his father that Iraq posed a great threat to the security of Saudi Arabia. However, due to the political climate, in which Saudi Arabia actually supported Iraq, there was little the king could do against Iraq directly. Instead, he made Faisal head of a new independent covert organization in his government that only answered to the king. The basic mandate of the Directorate was for Colonel Saud to gather together any and all uberhumans, not including females as this would certainly outrage the imams, in the kingdom and form them into a team to act as the protectors and defenders of the kingdom. This turned out to be more difficult than what was first proposed. Uberhumans typically appear in 1 out of million people. It wouldn't be likely for Colonel Saud to find one uberhuman, let alone a whole team.

 

 

During the time of the first Gulf War, a super-hero group formed in the Middle East. The group was known as the Five Pillars, and consisted of Iron Amir from Qatar, Pearl from Bahrain, Roc from Iran, Saluqi from Lebanon, and Veil from Egypt. Colonel Saud considered recruiting any of them, except for Veil, but his mandate only allowed for him to recruit uberhumans from Saudi Arabia. In a way, Colonel Saud always resented this fact, but his loyalty to his kingdom would never allow him to compromise. So to this day there is ranker between the Directorate and the Five Pillars. In fact, not of the Five Pillars are allowed to operate inside the kingdom.

 

 

It was during an attack in Jeddah that Colonel Saud found his first uberhuman. Fatwa, for some reason only known to their power crazed leader Imam, had laid waste to the city. Colonel Saud along with a few of his Directorate agents attempted their best to hold off the attack when Colonel Saud ran into Hamra al-Nisr. Even though he had unloaded an auto pistol at the Palestinian it didn't have any effect on the uberhuman. Colonel Saud was forced to dive into the water. When he surfaced the fiery uberhuman was gone. Standing on the dock was a huge man holding what looked like what had once been part of a crane. The thing must have weighed several tons, yet the man wielded it like it were a paperweight. Colonel Saud had finally his first uberhuman, but even with Azim, Colonel Saud knew that just one uberhuman would not be enough.

 

 

Following some really old records of events that had occurred over several centuries, Colonel Saud was able to piece together the history of the hyena, a creature of myth. One of the earliest records he could undercover was about a certain clerk in the court of the Caliph in Baghdad who turned into a monstrous hyena killed several people before he was killed by the caliphs' soldiers. Colonel Saud was intrigued by the records. He pondered whether this hyena man could be of use to the kingdom. After that it was only a matter of time for Colonel Saud to track down a descendent of that poor clerk in ancient Baghdad. To his horror, the man had turned out to be a stand up comedian. This man surely wouldn't be fit to serve the kingdom. Colonel Saud spent an entire evening watching this young mans' act, and while Colonel Saud didn't enjoy the show at all he did come to the conclusion that this Hazim bin Hazim would do, if only to irritate him. After the show Colonel Saud confronted the man, and he admitted that he was this werehyena. The man thought it would be entertaining to him to be with the Directorate. Colonel Saud wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to turn this aid from the kingdom.

 

 

Colonel Saud had recently been hearing reports of a Bedouin with superpowers, but no matter how hard he tried to find this uberhuman none of this efforts were brought to fruition. He had entered his office one day to go over some more reports on this Bedouin when Colonel Saud saw someone standing in the shadows. Instantly Colonel Saud had he gun out and firing. It didn't pay not to react when dealing with uberhumans. Colonel Saud had lost several agents over the years due to not reacting properly against uberhumans. The two had a silent communication between them, and Colonel Saud was able to convince Bedouin that he could better protect the kingdom better by being a member of the Directorate.

 

 

Thing quieted down for a few years. There was no clear winners to the first Gulf War. Both sides bungled their way through the war. Saddam not only attacked Iran with nerve gases but turned on his own people as well; those who weren't part of his political party or a member of his form of Islam. Fortunately, at that time Saddam didn't turn his attention south.

 

 

After the Iraq-Iran War things turned the worst between Iraq and Kuwait. Kuwait had financed a large portion of the war for Iraq and were not willing to forget the billions of dollars Iraq owed to Kuwait. Eventually Iraq invaded Kuwait quickly overrunning whatever defenses Kuwait had. Colonel Saud's father just knew that Saudi Arabia would be next. He ordered Colonel Saud to get another super hero for the Directorate regardless of the cost.

 

 

Meanwhile the United States and its' allies were protesting the invasion. Against the advice of Colonel Saud, the king actually invited American super-heroes to come and defend Saudi Arabia. Sanction was the first American super hero group to come along with the United States military for what was to be known as Operation Desert Storm. Colonel Saud was only thankful that Lady Liberty wasn't invited. Sanction alongside super heroes from the United Kingdom and even the Directorate super heroes were involved with driving Iraq out of Kuwait. Colonel Saud thought at the time that things were settled with Iraq. In the future he was proven to be wrong.

 

 

The one thing that came out of the Operation Desert Storm was the collection of an illegal immigrant, Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam, who one time was a personal assistant to Professor Proserpov, probably one of the greatest minds in the world. With a little arm twisting and threats of deportation, Colonel Saud was about to convince the good doctor to assist the Directorate in finding another super hero. The result was Al-Nil.

 

 

Currently the Directorate has not expanded its ranks. Colonel Saud is still looking for uberhumans to fill the ranks of the Directorate, but is making do with his Directorate agents instead. Since the Americans have invaded and now occupy Iraq he keeps a close eye on the activities to the north. At time Colonel Saud thinks that the Americans might pose a greater threat to the kingdom than Saddam Hussein.

 

Area of Operations

Mostly Saudia Arabia. From time to time the Directorate will covertly sneak into other Middle Eastern countries, northern Africa, and even as far as Pakistan.

 

Goals

The primary mandate for the Directorate is to gather together Saudi Arabian uberhumans and enlist them in the defense of the kingdom against threats foreign and domestic. The Directorate is responsible for combating super villains wherever they might show up in the kingdom. Colonel Saud as the head of the Directorate keeps an eye on terrorist organizations, extremist groups, and any Middle Eastern uberhuman. Imam the leader of Fatwa is high on the list of super villains sought by the Directorate. The main reason being that he is Saudi Arabian.

 

Reputation

The Directorate has a mixed reputation in the Middle East. Most other countries do not trust the Directorate, and at times there has been conflict between the Directorate and Five Pillars. Five Pillars are not allowed to operate in Saudi Arabia. However, the other countries in the Middle East do see that while the Directorate concentrates mostly on Saudi Arabia they do an excellent job of protecting Saudi Arabia from superhuman threat and thus provide some stability to the Middle East.

 

Outside the Middle East, and the Directorate is met with mixed blessings. The United States official group Sanction has good relations with the Directorate as does a few super hero groups in Britain. However, groups like Russian Dawn are suspicious of the Directorate, especially after they discovered that Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam, a wanted criminal in Russia is working for them. To the east, the Assembly look upon the Directorate as a force of possibly instability in Pakistan. The Directorate has often been accused by the Assembly of sowing discord in Pakistan.

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#152 AL-NIL (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

AL-NIL (The Indigo)

Ramadan al-Nil

 

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Background

Ramadan is the name that they tell him is his, but he can never be sure. Memories are like moving points of light; here and then gone again. He can never be sure. His handler the man the Directorate agents call 'Q' is his handler, and creator. So is this man his father? He can never be sure. Q tells him that once he was soldier, a brave man in the Saudi Arabian army. However, he was brought down not by an enemy of the state, nor a bomb, but by his own body. He was dying, so they told him. Cancer.

 

 

The Directorate was looking for volunteers for an experiment by Q. He doesn't know how many people accepted the sacrifice, nor how many died in the attempt to create a super-hero for Saudi Arabia. Q doesn't like to talk about it. He was going to die anyways, he felt that this would be a good way serve his nation one last time. He survived, but is slowly forgetting his past. Maybe that is for the best.

 

 

He was nervous when the laid him down in the photonic chamber, but he didn't notice much. The cancer ate at him like a ghoul and all he knew was pain. Q explained the procedure to him, but he couldn't understand or remember half of it. There was a blinding flash. Then came the pain. He thought the pain from the cancer was unbearable, but this pain made that pain seem infinitesimal. On that day he died, only to be reborn.

 

 

They told him his name was Ramadan al-Nil. He could never be sure. He was no longer human, but something more. He was light, he was color. He was reborn. Q would stay with him. Q would be his link to humanity. Al-Nil would serve his country in the best way he could. This time he would be a super-hero.

 

Personality

Since his transformation into a being of light, Ramadan is slowly loosing his grip on humanity. He has extreme difficulty expressing emotions or even feeling them. In a way he seems to be detached from himself, as if he were looking in on what is going on around him. He makes no friends or enemies for that matter. He does what he is asked to do, and nothing else. Some foes have thought that he is some kind of automaton, without really understanding what he has become.

 

 

The only thing that seems to link Ramadan with the world is his sense of duty. He volunteered for this duty and nothing will prevent him from being the best super-hero for Saudi Arabia. Ramadan will not betray or allow any harm to come to his country, even if this means his own destruction.

 

 

Ramadan is slowing forgetting his past. If it wasn't for Q, he would probably have forgotten it all by now. At times Ramadan regrets the transformation, but this emotion is getting harder for him to recognize or feel.

 

Quote

"On Ramadan I died. On Ramadan I was reborn."

 

Powers

Ramadan has been transformed into a creature composed completely of photons. As such he is effected little by anything that doesn't effect light. He never get hot nor cold, and doesn't even breathe. Diseases such as cancer do not have a hold on him anymore. Ramadan can survive the deepest depths of the oceans and even the vacuum of space.

 

 

Being composed of light, Al-Nil can naturally fly. He's probably one of the fastest fliers on Earth about to travel across millions of miles in a blink of an eye. He has incredible vision which allows him to see things thousands of miles away from him as well. Al-Nil can also travel out into space and jump faster than the speed of light. Other abilities that he has gained from the transformation is the ability to form a force field around himself that most attacks cannot get through. With a mere thought, Al-Nil can become completely immaterial, all attacks except those that are light-based or darkness-based have any chance of harming him.

 

 

Al-Nil can project light out of his body, which is naturally replenished by natural light. He can vary the intensity of the light from a simple blinding light to a lethal laser blast. While not a killer, Al-Nil usually reserves his laser blast for foes that aren't affected by his other attacks.

 

Appearance

Since his transformation, Al-Nil has shed almost all of his mass. He still appears to be a man of average height, but that is where his similarities to any other human end. Al-Nil is completely hairless, and finds no use to wear clothes. His skin, for the lack of a better term, constantly glows an indigo, which grows brighter when he activates his force field. His eyes are a darker shade of indigo. Another thing that sets Al-Nil from other humans is the indigo crescent and star on his forehead.

 

 

Al-Nil has no life outside of being Al-Nil. His transformation makes it impossible for him to maintain a normal life, even if he wanted to. On occasions, Al-Nil will wear clothes but he usually finds no use for them.

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#152 Q (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

Q

 

Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam

 

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Background

For many years, Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam was the personal research assistant to one of the greatest geniuses of the Soviet Union, Professor Sergei Proserpov. Yklymberdi assisted the professor in some of his most landmark experiments. The last one the two work on was the super-soldier project before Prosperpov was sent into exile in Siberia after the experiment failed miserably. Yklymberdi never did learn what caused Super-Spetzna to go berserk, but being an astute Soviet knew the writing on the wall.

 

 

Yklymberdi fled back to his native Turkmenstan SSR, just knowing that the KGB would be hot on his heels. He was able to evade detection for several years until something curious happened. The Soviet Union collapsed upon itself. Seizing the oppurtunity Yklymberdi stowed away in an oil tanker bound for Saudi Arabia. He tried to blend in his best with the Saudi's, but somehow he was caught up.

 

 

In a small apartment in Riyadh there was knock at the door followed by the door being kicked in. In stalked a huge man with an eye patch pointing a gun squarely at Yklymberdi's face.

 

 

"Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam," said the man, "you are under arrest for espionage against the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia."

 

 

Yklymberdi of course had no idea what the man was talking about, but he wasn't about to argue with a man with a gun. Several more men came into the apartment and handcuffed Yklymberdi and hauled him out to a waiting van. While in the van someone put a hood over his head and he couldn't see a thing. Yklymberdi felt like he was being kidnapped.

 

 

A little while later he was hustled into a building sat down in a chair and had the hood ripped off. Again the giant of a man who broke into his apartment was there. He was reading from a file. Without looking up he spoke.

 

 

"Do you know what the penalty for spying in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is?"

 

 

"I wasn't spying."

 

 

"You are Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam are you not?"

 

 

"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything. I was merely seeking political assylum in Saudi Arabia."

 

 

The man closed the file with a snap.

 

 

"So that is it. Hm. Well in that case doctor, assylum is granted, but on one condition. That condition is that you work for me. I am Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud the head of the Directorate. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is in need of your talents doctor. I don't take no for an answer."

 

 

"I am no super-hero Colonel Saud."

 

 

"That I know doctor, therefore I need you to make one for me."

 

 

At first Yklymberdi was against the idea, but the longer he was with the Directorate the more the idea made sense. Using the knowledge that he gained working with Professor Proserpov, Yklymberdi recreated the experiment that Professor Proserpov used on his daughter to make her into the super hero Prezma. Yklymberdi's super-hero was code-named Al-Nil or the Indigo. The good doctor keeps a close eye on his creation, and Colonel Saud keeps and eye on him.

 

Personality

Yklymberdi is a medical scientist through and through. His greatest passion is working in his lab often times forgetting to eat or sleep for days. While not as great as scientist as Professor Proserpov or the Professor, Yklymberdi isn't a slouch when it comes to science.

 

Quote

"I be not knowing why everyone be calling me 'Q'?"

 

Powers

Ykylmberdi is a man with a lot of scientific knowledge, most of which he gained while working alongside Professor Proserpov. Like other agents of the Directorate, Ykylmberdi wears a suit of light weight body armor. He also carries around a serpentine pistol which he designed for himself and Colonel Saud. Otherwise, Yklymberdi isn't much of a physical man.

 

Appearance

Yklymberdi is a slight man with huge glasses. He wears the standard Directorate uniform of light green body armor with boots and gloves with a white harness and belt. However, unlike other agents, Yklymberdi wears a white lab coat over his armor. Yklymberdi is an unassuming man with a dark mustache and light beard. The other agents of the Directorate like to call him 'Q'.

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#152 AZIM (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

AZIM

Zenada bin Mohammed

 

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Background

Zenada was always a big guy from a long line of dock workers in port city of Jeddah. He was just sitting down to his lunch when the attacked happened. Zenada was biting into a falafel when a nearby ship exploded into flames. He was thrown from his bench landing on his rump. Zenada was so surprised that he barely had time to react before a sandstorm blew in from the desert turning the day to night. In all his years of working on the docks, nothing like this had ever happened before. Zenada had barely gotten to his feet before he heard the nearby crane collapsing; right on top of him.

 

 

Zenada barely got an arm up before several tons of steel came crashing down on him. He should have died then and there, and certainly the world went to gray and then to black. It was the sound of gunfire that brought Zenada back to consciousness. Groggily, Zenada brushed aside the girders and then unsteadily got to his feet. His clothes were torn to shreds. A man wearing a suit of strange armor came running onto the docks paused for a second before unloading an auto pistol towards a man with flaming wings who was flying towards Zenada.

 

 

“Get Down before you get hut,” shouted the man.

 

 

Unfortunately the mans bullets had no effect on the flying man other than to get his attention. Twin gout of flames flew through the air, one towards Zenada and the other to his would be rescuer. What clothing remained on Zenada was instantly turned to ash, and while fire hurt like crazy it didn't last very long. As for the man he had dodged the flames by leaping into the water.

 

 

The man flew up to Zenada and paused.

 

 

“By Allah,” he said, “you are certainly a huge one. Well no matter. Prepare to enter Paradise defiler of the Lands of the Two Holy Mosques.”

 

 

Zenada had no idea what this man with wings of flame was talking about, but he certainly was getting tired of having his lunch ruined by a bunch of lunatics. Glancing around Zenada saw a piece of the crane that had fallen on him. Inspiration suddenly struck him, and Zenada picked the piece of steel up. It felt like a feather in his hands, even though it probably weighed in the hundreds of kilos. Swinging the piece of steel at the man, Zenada got really lucky. The metal slammed into the flying man, and Zenada knew he hurt ribs cracking. There was a bright flash of fire and Zenada's makeshift club was melted down almost to where he was holding it. Shocked Zenada dropped the piece of steels and stared down at his hands. It was true, his hands were like nothing Zenada had ever seen.

 

 

Zenada turned to a slap on his lower back. Looking down he saw the man who had tried to help him. He didn't look to happy.

 

 

“Next time I tell you to get down Azim,” the man growled, “by Allah you had better do it. But otherwise you did a fair job. Not many people could hand the likes of Al-Humra Nisr.”

 

 

“Al-Humra Nisr?” mouthed Zenada, “isn't he one of the those terrorists? One of those Fatwa guys?”

 

 

The man looked at Zenada as if he had come from another planet.

 

 

“Of course,” said the man, “didn't I just say so. I am Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud, but you can call me Colonel Saud. I am his majesties right hand, and the head of the Directorate.”

 

 

Zenada had never heard of the Directorate, but he certainly knew a member of the royal family when he met one. He bowed to the colonel.

 

 

“Enough of that,” said Colonel Saud, “Al-Humra Nisr or one of the others of Fatwa are probably sit about, although you dealt him a nasty blow. Come we must move.”

 

 

The day had changed Zenadas' life. He along with Colonel Saud and his Directorate agents had chanced off Fatwa, with only minor injuries to the Jeddah locals, but with a lot of property damage. Colonel Saud never did learn why Fatwa had attacked the port of Jeddah, but chalked it up to more of Imam's crazy quest for power. As for Zenada he got a trip to Riyadh, where he underwent several exams. It was determined that he possessed the ubergene, and was becoming super-humanly strong. Colonel Saud told him that it was his duty to serve the kingdom as a member of his Directorate, and was given the code-name: Azim or Huge in Arabic. At first Zenada didn't know what to think, but when he thought back to how much destruction Fatwa had done to Jeddah, he knew he had to remain and help out any way he could.

 

Personality

Zenada has quickly learned since his transformation into an Uberhuman that almost nothing can hurt him. Hence Zenada doesn't think twice or hesitate when it comes to a fight. Thinking that he is invulnerable makes Zenada a very confident person. This has been his undoing a number of times, especially when fighting opponents who don't rely on brute strength. When fighting those times of foes, Zenada downplays it as if his opponent got a luck shot in on him.

 

 

One of the main reasons Zenada has remained with the Directorate is that he truly is concerned about his fellow Arab. Zenada tries his best to see that innocents are out of the way of any fight that he is going into, and woe to any super-villain who blatantly attacks a civilian. There are few ways to anger Zenada, and hurting innocent people is the easiest.

 

Quote

"Is all this violence really necessary?"

 

Powers

Zenada is an uberhuman who is super-humanly strong. He has been known to lift some incredible amounts of weight. In addition to his superhuman strength, Zenada is also resistant to almost any physical harm. He took a direct hit from a plasma bolt from Al-Humra Nisr with little actual damage. Most uberhumans wouldn't have survived such an attack. Zenada has also been known to just shrug off attacks like so many buzzing insects.

 

 

During his time working for the Directorate, Zenada has learned a few combat routines. One of them is to grab a foe and squeeze the life out of them. So far, Zenada hasn't killed anyone with this particular attack. Another favorite of Zenada is for him to pound the ground with both fists causing massive shock-waves. Unfortunately, this attack also tends to cause massive property damage. Another is for Zenada to go in the middle of a bunch of normal attacks and fling his arms in all directions. Most normal people cannot take this abuse and usually end up in the hospital. Zenada isn't one to know how much strength to use.

 

Appearance

Zenada is an enormous man. He stands about 3 meters, or almost 10 feet in height. Just looking at Zenada the first impression people make of him is that he is just simply massive. Zenada tips the scales at over 450 kilos, or almost a half a ton, and most of that is muscle.

 

 

Zenada wears a standard Directorate suit, but unlike the other suits worn by the agents, his isn't armored. He doesn't need any extra protection. Otherwise his suit consists of light green trousers, tunic, and boots. Also Zenada has removed the sleeves of his tunic. Zenada is more comfortable that way. He also has a white belt and the standard white harness that most Directorate agents wear.

 

 

Zenada is a dark skinned Arab with bright white hair. When his ubergene became active his hair gradually lost all of its pigment. Zenada also likes to keep a small soul patch to be stylish.

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#152 BEDOUIN (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

BEDOUIN

 

Khalid Bin Ghanim

 

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Background

The winds were picking up and the sands were starting to fly. Grit blew into Khalid's eyes forcing the Bedouin to pull his scarf tighter around his head; not that the scarf did much good. Soon a sand storm would rage over the Empty Quarter and Khalid's quarry would get away. Khalid couldn't allow it.

 

 

Two days ago a band of strangely garbed men had attacked the Beni Gazi encampment. They were merciless, killing all they came across with oddly shaped swords. The Beni Gazi didn't stand a chance. Khalid was one of the lucky ones. He wasn't in the camp that day; he had been out hunting gazelle. It was the smoke that cued Khalid in that something was wrong.

 

 

The only person left alive in the encampment was old Du'ad, a man so old that he had slept through most of the attack. Khalid didn't know how the attackers had missed him. Khalid found Du'ad stretched out behind a tent that was on fire. While throwing sand on the fire Du'ad told Khalid about the attack. It made no sens to Khalid. The Ben Gazi were Bedouins; they didn't own anything worth killing for. That had been two days ago.

 

 

Bow in hand Khalid stalked the men. He prayed to Allah that the sandstorm would hold off long enough for him to get revenge for the Beni Gazi. Why the attackers had traveled to Iram the City of Pillars was a mystery to Khalid. The place was a ruin, and had been one for centuries.

 

 

Through the swirling sands Khalid saw one of the attackers. Here was his chance. Swiftly as he could, Khalid stalked closer and closer. This was going to be a one in a million shot. Khalid drew back his bow, an arrow knocked against his right ear. That was when the earth fell out beneath him. A sink hole opened up beneath Khalid like the maw of a ravenous mouth.

 

 

Khalid didn't know how long he laid there in the dark. It started out as a sneeze that quickly turned into a scream of pain. Khalid had dislocated his shoulder. He struggled to his feet fighting back the pain. It took awhile for Khalid's eyes to adjust to the darkness. When he did, Khalid thought he could see a light in the distance. Staggering and stumbling towards the light, Khalid kept going.

 

 

Soon the light became brighter and brighter. It was the smell of water that came as a great surprise to Khalid. Looking around, Khalid saw that he was in an enormous circular room. Pillars rose from the floor to disappear in the gloom near the ceiling. A large pool of water that seemed to glow from within illuminated the chamber.

 

 

As Khalid drew closer to the pool he could see strange pictographs carved into the pools. It was the weirdest thing that Khalid had ever seen before. The pictographs told the history of the city from its founding by little green men to the raising of thousand upon thousand of pillars. Khalid thought that the little green men used them as houses of some form or another. None of it made sense to Khalid. As he drew closer to the pool he saw the progression of the city all the way up to its downfall.

 

 

A great darkness came from the southwest. The little green men didn't understand the threat until it was too late. Darkness, horror, annihilation came in their turns to the city of a thousand pillars. The last part of the pictograph was a blank right next to the pool. Khalid was sore, and his thirst raged like a jinn. Khalid flopped down next to the pool and with a trembling hand reached down and scooped up a handful of the water.

 

 

It was cool and refreshing. Khalid dipping his hand and drank more. As he hand there came a humming sound that seemed to grow louder and louder. Soon he could hear words. It sounded like the call of the muezzin or the call for daily prayer. For some reason Khalid knew that the call came from Mecca, which didn't make much sense either because Mecca was thousand upon thousand of miles from where he was.

 

 

Turning towards Mecca, Khalid was further surprised. His body lifted from the ground and he floated. Khalid was so surprised that he instantly dropped down onto the ground, and kept going. Passing through rock like a ghost Khalid panicked. Then in another instant he was solid again, but felt no pressure from the surrounding earth. In fact Khalid felt incredibly strong. With powerful arms, Khalid dug his way back to the chamber. Oddly enough he no longer ached.

 

 

In fact Khalid felt powerful, probably the first time in his short life that he felt this way. Khalid wanted to try flying again, and like a hawk found himself soaring around the chamber going faster and faster. Screaming with wild abandon, Khalid passed through the rock up and up until once again he was under the sky flying over the ruins of Iram.

 

 

It didn't take long for Khalid to find the men. Their voices, later Khalid was about to find out that it was their minds, spoke loudly to Khalid. They proclaimed that they were the Sons of Set, and they had attacked the Beni Gazi because of a rumor that they held a key to a chamber in Iram. Supposedly in Iram a great power lay, and these Sons of Set wanted to lay that power at the feet of the mistress, Nepthys. All of this Khalid gleamed in moments. Tears welled up in his eyes. These murderers would pay. Like a mountain falling upon them, Khalid fell upon the Sons of Set. None of them ever left Iram.

 

 

Since gaining his strange powers from the waters, Khalid has acted as a guardian for the kingdom against the Sons of Set. While not yet eighteen years old, his reputation as a force of good in Saudi Arabia has brought him to the attention of Colonel Saud. Seeing a good thing for what it was, Colonel Saud insisted that Khalid, whom is known all over Saudi Arabia as Bedouin, be included in the Directorate. While Khalid does help the Directorate, he's still something of a mystery to them.

 

Personality

Khalid has always been a boy with a keen sense of adventure. He is constantly exploring the Arabian Peninsula, mostly for threats from the Sons of Set, but also just for the sheer joy exploring brings to him. The few members of his tribe respect this in Khalid, but at times wish he'd settle down more. There are a few who wouldn't mind if Khalid became the next shaikh of the Beni Gazi.

 

 

Because his powers seem to set him on a different level than most people, Khalid likes to maintain an air of mystery about him. With his ability to change his shape, become immaterial, or even become completely invisible it would be very difficult for anyone to find out his identity, and Khalid would rather keep it that way. Even his own tribe has no inkling that he is the super hero known as the Bedouin.

 

Quote

"I am the Guardian of the Rub' al Khali."

 

Powers

The alien waters that Khalid drunk has given him complete control over his molecular makeup. With a mere thought Khalid can harden his flesh to an unknown degree. This increase in mass cause a proportional increase in strength. At his greatest density Khalid becomes super-humanly strong, as well as super-humanly heavy. Conversely, Khalid can reduce his density to such a degree that he become practically immaterial. Anyone attacking Khalid will find that their attacks pass through him as if he were a ghost. Not only is Khalid able to alter his density, but the very shape of his body. Khalid can assume almost any shape that he can think of. Lastly Khalid can make his own flesh transparent. When in such a state, it is almost impossible to see him.

 

 

Besides granting control over his molecules, it has also granted Khalid vast mental abilities. His mental powers not only effect humans, but aliens as well. Khalid can sense a single mind within the entirety of the world. Once Khalid senses a mind he can either contact it and form a bond sharing information and commication with the other mind, or Khalid can shut an opponents mind down completely. Furthermore, Khalid is telepathic, and can use his mental powers to read anothers memories. Naturally, being a powerful psychic, Khalid is resistant to most mental powers.

 

 

The waters have transformed Khalid in other ways as well. He no longer feels the effects of severe heat or cold, no is uncomfortable at the deepest depths or the coldness of space. While Khalid does breath, he doesn't have to. Lastly, Khalid can harness his mental powers and can fly.

 

Appearance

Khalid is a young Arab, with finely chiseled features. Even though he isn't even eighteen years old yet, he doesn't even shave. Khalid has curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He isn't very muscular; a little on the lean side, like most desert dwellers. As the Bedouin, Khalid wears a pair of loose fitting trousers, a similar fitting shirt, along with a sash. All of these are a dark green color. Over his clothes, Khalid wears a hooded cloak, which Khalid always leaves up casting his face in shadow. Naturally, with all of his powers, Khalid can always change his appearance enough

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#152 DU'AD (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

DU'AD

 

Du'ad bin Gamal

 

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Background

Du'ad bin Gamal has always lived his life in the Rub'al Khali, a true Bedouin. He has never felt comfortable in any city prefering the company of his fellow Beni Gazi deep in the Rub'a Khali. Du'ad was the eldest of the Beni Gazi in the ecampment the day strange men showed up and attacked the Beni Gazi. He was sleeping at the time, as he was wont to do. Du'ad woke up long enough to get a sword in the gut and left for dead. The other Beni Gazi weren't so lucky. Du'ad would've died if young Khalid bin Ghanim hadn't showed up and saved his life.

 

 

Khalid then took off after the attackers, later to return to Du'ad changed in a thousand ways. The boy told him of what he encountered beneath the sands of Iram of the Thousand Pillars and what had happened to him. Du'ad counciled the boy as well as he could. Afterwards, the two started off again like the Bedouins they were, unfortunately they were the last two of the Beni Gazi tribe.

 

Personality

Du'ad is an old, old man. His quite knowledgable about the Rub'al Khali and the people who live there. Being old Du'ad often times likes to tell stories to anyone who'll listen to him.

 

Quote

"Only the strong survive the Rub'al Khali."

 

Powers

The only powers that Du'ad bin Gamal has is a sharp mind and a treasure trove of knowledge about the desert. Other than that he is an old old man. Du'ad has never driven a vehicle in his life, but he's pretty good riding on a camel.

 

Appearance

Du'ad is an old man with a long flowing white beard. What hair he had growing on his head has fallen out long ago. He wears simple brown Bedouin robes, held together with a green sash. On his feet he wears a pair of well worn sandals.

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#152 COLONEL SAUD (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

COLONEL SAUD

 

Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud

 

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Background

Things are always unstable in the Middle East. This was a lesson that Faisal al-Saud knew and lived for, because without a little instability, life would be too boring for the third son of the second wife of the Abdullah crown prince of Saudi Arabia. The year was 1985, and war raged over the kingdom to the north. On one side lay the Republic of Iraq ran by the Butcher of Bagdad a militarist if there ever was one. Further to the east lay the Islamic Republic of Iran, a country rife with turmoil since the Shah of Iran was ousted and replaced by the moralist Khomeini. The war between the two countries had been raging on for several years now, and Faisal’s uncle King Fahd grew worried that maybe his two northern neighbors argument might expanded into the kingdom, especially after the reports that Saddam Hussain was using nerve gas in his war against Iran. For King Fahd, there could be no man better to get information than Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud.

 

 

About six years ago, Faisal along with his father had made a state visit to the United States. It was also at the time that Faisal started his training with the Central Intelligence Agency. Faisal proved to be a natural spy. Upon his return to the kingdom, he was immediately put work divining the intentions of Saddam Hussain.

 

 

The night was silent, as was Faisal, as he swam closer to the chemical factory that lay alongside the River Tigris. His head popped briefly out of the water as he scanned the surrounding area. On one side lay his target, the chemical factory and to the other the huge freighter flying the flag of Singapore. Like a shadow, Faisal left the water and was quickly up against the outside wall of the factory. With a small mirror, Faisal was able to peer around the corner of the building. He could barely make out two heavily armed Republican Guards patrolling.

 

 

Odd he thought to have such elite Iraq troops guarding this factory. Pocketing the mirror Faisal scanned the walls for possible handholds. While with the CIA, Faisal had trained under a little Gurkha who knew more about climbing that anyone Faisal had ever known. To most the wall was just a wall, but for Faisal it looked like an inviting highway. In no time at all the Arab topped the wall, and none too soon because the guards had just turned the corner. They were being sloppy though, one of them was even smoking a cigarette.

 

 

The roof of the building was dominated with television antennas and someone’s laundry. It was hard going in the moonless night across the minefield that was the roof. However, soon the target was in sight, the roof access hatch. The lock on the hatch looked simple enough, but after a brief inspection, Faisal could see that it was attached to a fairly sophisticated alarm system. Nothing that Faisal couldn’t handle. No spy of his caliber would back down from this type of challenge. Five minutes later, Faisal was in and no one the wiser.

 

 

Moving using the map of the factory that Faisal had committed to memory he crept further inside. He was moving along a catwalk when he heard the voices below. An Iraqi along with two Republican Guards at his side casually walked into the light below. Faisal recognized Ali Hassan al-Majid, known to the Arab world as Chemical Ali. The man was smoking a cigar the size of a baby’s arm. Ali paused and turned as another man came into the light. This man was obliviously wasn’t an Arab, probably a European from the way he walked.

 

 

Blowing out a smoke ring, Ali said something in English. “So, doctor, the people of the Republic of Iraq thank you for providing with this so excellent VX gas. We shall surely use it on those hapless Persians. Victory is to be certain, and it is all thanks to you.”

 

 

“No need to praise me so high,” said the mystery man, yes definitely an European, a German from his accent, “the gold your president is paying is reward enough.”

 

 

“Ah yes,” said Ali as he drew on his cigar making the tip look like a third glowing eye, “a handsome price indeed.”

 

 

The German frowned at this. Could the Iraqi be insinuating that they might have paid too much for this VX gas? Ali seemed to not notice the change in the German, or chose to ignore it for he just kept on smoking.

 

 

“Yet,” Ali drawled on, “you say that you have something for us that is even better than the VX gas. Hm. I am sure that my cousin Saddam might be interested; I am one of his closest advisers after all.”

 

 

“Yes,” said the German, “I call this formula the Möbius Syrum. I reformulated a serum designed by the one of the greatest scientific geniuses of Nazi Germany. My Möbius Syrum will grant whomever I inject it with with a healing factor far superior to any mere human. Just think of the possibilities, a soldier could fight much longer in the battlefield; outlasting any opponent.”

 

 

“Indeed,” said Ali, “that would be most useful. How would your formula work against chemical and biological attacks? My dear cousin has expressed an interest that his Republican Guard acquire this ability as well.”

 

 

“Excellent,” exclaimed the German, “I can see that I came to the right people for this. Obviously President Hussein read the literature I sent about the Möbius Syrum.”

 

 

“Yes, yes,” said Ali trying to calm his excited guest, “but, President Hussein isn't completely convinced that your drug will do as advertised. A test must be in order. Are you prepared doctor?”

 

 

The German crossed his armed and frowned. It didn't look like he liked Ali's implication that his miracle drug wasn't so miraculous.

 

 

“I am German after all Herr al-Majid. We are nothing, if not prepared.”

 

 

“That is what I like to hear,” said Ali as he clapped the German on the back, a huge smile behind his cigar.

 

 

“Right this way. I have a subject waiting patiently for your test.”

 

 

They couldn't get away, Faisal needed to hear more. This was starting to become a little more important than whether the Iraqis were going to bring war to the kingdom. This sounded like Saddam was trying to create an army of invincible soldiers. The Arab world couldn't survive this.”

 

 

Faisal had barely took a dozen steps from his spot, before the shoddy Iraqi building codes brought him low. It started out as a low moan, but quickly turned into a metallic shriek as the catwalk gave way, plunging Faisal three stories down to the concrete floor. Faisal barely heard Ali as the Iraqi stood over his brutalized body.

 

 

“So, I guess we have someone else who is in even more of a rush to meet Allah. Bring him.”

 

 

Consciousness came back slowly for Faisal. For some reason he couldn't see out of his right eye, but that seemed to be of little importance. Pain racked his entire body from head to toe; he must have broken every bone in his body from that fall. When his head swam a little less, Faisal could see that he was stretched out on a table. Chains attached to his arms and his legs had him spread out.

 

 

The smell of a cigar had Faisal turning to look at Ali.

 

 

“So our little bird is awake. I'm joyous. I'd hate for you to miss this. No, no, don't try to speak. That would ruin the drama. Doctor if you'd please.”

 

 

Faisal tried to look towards the German, but couldn't see him with his ruined eye.

 

 

“This will only hurt a little bit,” the German said softly.

 

 

There was a stabbing sensation at the base of Faisal's neck as the needle was injected into him, then the burning sensation started. Like a wildfire the Möbius Syrum raced through Faisal's blood. The pain was intense.

 

 

“You can cry if you like,” whispered Ali right next to his ear and then proceeded to blow smoke in Faisal's face.

 

 

The Iraqi then straightened up.

 

 

“Enough of this. Doctor you said that your formula would protect a soldier against the effects of the VX gas. Well now that we have our lab rat, I want to try it out. Everyone out. You there, bring in that vial of VX gas. We shall see. So doctor, if he lives, I'm sure a bonus is in the offing, and if he doesn't, well you better be right with Allah.”

 

 

Just before a metal door was slammed shut, Faisal could hear the sound of glass shattering as the vial of VX gas hit the floor. Instantly Faisal's lungs started to burn, but just as quickly the pain stopped. In fact a lot of his pains were going away, and strength was quickly returning. However, Faisal was no fool. He pretended to be dead. It was almost an hour later before Ali, the Doctor, and Ali's goons came back into the room.

 

 

“Doctor, doctor,” tsk'd the Iraqi, “it was a really nice try. You almost had me fooled. You take out the good doctor, and shot him. My cousin doesn't like to be duped by a conman. As for this offal, dump it into the river.”

 

 

“But, but,” stammered the German, “It works I tell you. It works!!!”

 

 

However, Ali didn't seem to hear him as his Republican Guardsmen dragged the screaming German away. He was more interested in the smoking of his cigar. As for Faisal, a burly soldier hoisted him over his shoulder and unceremoniously dumped him into the River Tigris. After that it was a simple matter for Faisal to make his way back to Saudi Arabia.

 

 

For his efforts in discovering, and ultimately preventing Saddam from creating an army of super-soldiers, King Fahd promoted Faisal to colonel. It was Faisal who convinced his uncle to let him form the Directorate, because Faisal knew in his heart of hearts that mad men like Hussein and Khomeini that the kingdom would never be safe it weren't for protection that only those with a touch from Allah could provide, and Colonel Saud would be there to keep an eye on things for the good of the country.

 

Personality

There is no lengths that Faisal wouldn't do for his country. His loyalty first and foremost is to Saudi Arabia and really to the king who sits on the throne. Faisal sees himself as a caretaker of the kingdom, and any threat to the kingdom is a threat that Faisal will deal with in any fashion that resolves the threat. Faisal does not see himself as a hero, and while some of his acts may be misconstrued as heroism, he would never see himself in that way. Naturally those without Faisal's agenda have accused him and his Directorate of using excessive force, and even torture to get confessions out of prisoners. To this Faisal remains closed mouth.

 

 

One of the things that the outside media don't like about Faisal is that he is such a grim figure. Faisal takes the business of being in charge of the Directorate very seriously. For Faisal, there is nothing funny about keeping the kingdom from threats internal and external. Faisal has little time for humor. He thanks Allah everyday that the media in Saudi Arabia is state controlled.

 

 

Faisal does have a warm spot in his heart for the common people of Saudi Arabia. It is for them that he has sacrificed so much of his time and energy to safeguard. Faisal seems himself as another of the guardian forces in the kingdom keeping the public safe.

 

Quote

"I am no hero. What I do, I do for the kingdom. Imshallah!"

 

Powers

Faisal is a well trained intelligence agent, trained by the Central Intelligence Agency. His a master at surveillance, infiltration, and stealth. Faisal sees himself as one of the guardians of the kingdom, something he can take pride in. His training also includes an extensive understanding of hand-to-hand combat.

 

 

Faisal has no real uberhuman powers. However, the Möbius Syrum has augmented his physique to such a degree that he's now as fast, as strong, and has the endurance of a top Olympic athlete. Another effect of the Möbius Syrum is that he's completely immune to almost any poison, drug, chemical, or disease in the known world. This includes nerve agents like VX gas. Faisal, however, is unaware that the formula also has extended his life to a unknown level. Lastly the Möbius Syrum has provided Faisal with a healing factor. His healing factor allows Faisal to heal faster than a normal person could. Faisal can be killed, but it would take a lot of damage to do him in.

 

 

As a member of the Directorate, Faisal wears a suit of green body armor that protects him from most attacks. Unlike other members of the Directorate, Faisal wields a weapon that he had designed uniquely for himself. He calls the gun his Serpentine Pistol. The gun is filled with thousands upon thousands of needles. By flipping a switch on the side of the pistol allows Faisal to fire explosive type needles, to a more traditional paralyzing needle into a foe.

 

Appearance

Faisal is a powerful built Arab with a strong jaw. He keeps his jet black hair fairly short, and his one vanity seems to be an equally short goatee. A long scar runs from his scalp down to his lower jaw. Faisal got the scar when he fell to the floor in Baghdad, and lost the use of his eye. Oddly enough the Möbius Syrum never regenerated the damage to Faisal's eye. Over his missing eye, Faisal wears an eye patch that matches his body armor. As Colonel Saud, Faisal wears a suit of light green body armor that covers his entire body, except for his head. In addition to his body armor, Faisal wears a white harness over his chest. Also his belt is white. His Serpentine Pistol looks like any other pistol, except for a white coiled cobra in mother of pearl on the grips on both sides of the pistol.

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#152 DIRECTORATE AGENTS (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

Directorate Agents

 

Various

 

Character Sheet (Click Here)

 

Background

Directorate agents are some of the best that Saudi Arabia can produce. Each agent is hand selected by Colonel Saud for membership in the Directorate. Agents come from a variety of backgrounds, but usually military, or even from the commission for the promotion of virtue and prevention of vices. Each realizes that they could be killed almost any day, especially since they're dealing with uberhumans. It is a prospect that most would quell against. The men of the Directorate are cut from a different clothe.

 

Personality

The one thing that almost of the Directorate agents share is a supreme loyalty to Colonel Saud. They believe in what he is doing for the kingdom, and support their commander completely.

 

Quote

"We serve the kingdom with honor."

 

Powers

The Directorate agents wear the latest high tech armor and armament that the kingdom can afford. The standard equipment included high tech body armor that protects the wearer from almost any attack. Each agent is also assigned a pair of goggles that helps against flash attacks. Those agents who've worked with Al-Nil treasure their goggles. The agents also carry a radio mic that is hidden in their goggles that allows them to communicate with one another. Each agent is always armed with a combat knife. In addition to this each carries a unique fire arm. These weapons range from an assault rifle that fires multiple bursts to the more traditional blaster. Directorate agents also are known to carry more exotic weapons like the needle rifle that fires needles at super-sonic speeds, to the net gun that fire thousands upon thousands of polymer strands that instantly harden around a foe entrapping them. All Directorate agents have some training in hand-to-hand combat thanks to Colonel Saud.

 

Appearance

Directorate agents are powerfully built individuals as normals go. Each was selected not only for their intelligence, but for their build as well. Agents wear the standard Directorate body armor which is a light green. The armor covers the entire body except for the hand, feet, and head. Their gloves and boots are a matching green. Over their chest each agent wears a white harness and the belt of their armor is white as well. Directorate agents wear a light green beret denoting their membership in the Directorate. At their waist they keep their combat knife. Their eyes are hidden behind a pair of goggles that matches the color of their uniform.

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#152 HYENA (Saudi Arabia)

 

 

 

 

HYENA

 

Hazim bin Hazim

 

Character Sheet-Hybrid Form (Click Here)

 

Character Sheet-Human Form (Click Here)

 

Character Sheet-Animal Form (Click Here)

 

Background

Eighth centuries Arabia had changed dramatically in the two centuries since Mohammed brought the word of Allah to the faithful. Like a sandstorm Islam spread from Arabia to Africa, east to India, and even as far as Europe. It was a Golden Age in the Middle East. Pilgrim from far and wide came to Mecca to perform the Hadj and to pray at the Mosque of the Prophet.

 

 

Enter Hazim bin Hazim, a man with vision. Hazim's vision was one in which he was the wealthiest men in all of Arabia. How was Hazim bin Hazim going to accomplish his vision? He was going to rob every pilgrim he could find. However, Hazim bin Hazim was a fair bandit, as bandits go. He would offer his victims a choice. Either they make him laugh or Hazim bin Hazim would feed them to his pet hyena.

 

 

Once during the height of the Hadj, Hazim bin Hazim ambushed a group of pilgrims. After the dust had settled Hazim bin Hazim was sitting down counting his loot when one of his victims proved to be more alive than Hazim bin Hazim thought he would be. Hazim bin Hazim being disappointed in his take though he would have a little sport with his victim.

 

 

“Not dead are you?” Hazim bin Hazim asked while giving the man a few choice kicks.

 

 

“I'll tell you what,” said Hazim bin Hazim “you make me laugh, and I'll let you live. Fail and I'll feed you to my hyena.”

 

 

The man looked up at Hazim bin Hazim with a bloodied face and spit out some sand.

 

 

“You are truly a wicked man Hazim bin Hazim. I won't humor you monster. Allah turns his face from you. I curse you and your sons. May every ninth generation of your sons become unto the hyena, which you relate more to than you fellow Muslim.”

 

 

“You know,” said Hazim bin Hazim, “that wasn't very funny. Not funny at all.”

 

 

With a whistle Hazim bin Hazim summoned his pet hyena. Hazim bin Hazim never again thought about the man or his words to his dying day. However, these words were to haunt his descendants ever since.

 

 

Hazim bin Hazim was the first descendant of Hazim bin Hazim the bandit. He changed one night into a ravening beast. Hazim bin Hazim was a clerk in the court of the caliph in Baghdad. He was to kill six people before he was hunted down by the caliph's soldiers. His family fled into the night. Thus did the curse on the sons of Hazim bin Hazim continue on down through the generations.

 

 

Enter the current Hazim bin Hazim; for all the sons of Hazim bin Hazim who were cursed were named thus. However, this Hazim bin Hazim was different then most of the Hazim bin Hazims. This Hazim bin Hazim actually had a sense of humor. Hazim bin Hazim actually got the meaning of the family curse and because of his understanding has given Hazim bin Hazim some control over his transformation. It also help that Hazim bin Hazim is a stand up comedian.

 

 

Hazim bin Hazim was doing his act at a coffeehouse in Riyadh when he noticed a strange man sitting in the front row. This guy looked like a tough nut to crack, because the guy, who was pretty spooky looking with his eye patch and all, just sat there staring at Hazim bin Hazim. Hazim bin Hazim tried all night to get the man to laugh to even crack a smile, and nothing worked.

 

 

After his set Hazim bin Hazim went outside for a smoke. Naturally the strange man followed him.

 

 

"Hazim bin Hazim," said the man.

 

 

"Yeah that's me."

 

 

"I am Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud."

 

 

"So, do you want my autograph."

 

 

"Uh, no. I want you."

 

 

"Okay what is the joke buddy."

 

 

"No joke, Hazim bin Hazim, I never joke. The kingdom needs your unique abilities. I know all about you and your problem. I am head of a secret organization called the Directorate. You will be joining the Directorate."

 

 

"This must be a joke, but it might be good for a laugh. So I am your man, or maybe I am your hyena."

 

Personality

Hazim bin Hazim has always been a comedian. He's always telling jokes or just plain laughing regardless of whether he's in his hybrid or human form. To Hazim bin Hazim life is a joke, and he's the only one who gets the punchline. He is never serious, and of course this often times gets on the nerves of Colonel Saud. Of course being a wiseguy, Hazim bin Hazim goes out of his way to try and get the stodgy to laugh.

 

Quote

"No, no stop me if you've heard this one before."

 

Powers

Hazim bin Hazim is a lycanthrope, but his is different the the run of the mill lycanthrope, Hazim bin Hazim is cursed to become a monstrous werehyena. Being a cursed person, Hazim bin Hazim cannot pass the curse onto others like a typical lycanthrope.

 

 

As a werehyena, Hazim bin Hazim can assume three different distinct forms. His human form is probably the weakest of the three, but in all three forms Hazim bin Hazim maintains a certain resilience that could only be considered supernatural. Blows that don't come from silver weapons heal super-humanly fast, and energy attacks that aren't fire based heal just as quickly.

 

 

It is when Hazim bin Hazim is in his hybrid form that he is the most dangerous. As a hybrid, Hazim becomes super-humanly strong and quick. His fingers end with super sharp claws, and his teeth become just like those of the animal he becomes. Also in this form, Hazim bin Hazim can run and jump like an Olympic athlete. His sense of smell becomes quite acute when in his hybrid form. Hazim bin Hazim's other senses become more than human as well.

 

 

In his purely hyena form, Hazim bin Hazim still has a powerful bite, and retains the senses that he shares with his hybrid form.

 

Appearance

In his human form, Hazim bin Hazim is a dark skinned Arab with mousy brown hair. Hazim bin Hazim is fairly hairy fellow, and always has a mustache and a light beard. When expecting action, Hazim bin Hazim typically wears just a pair of green shorts with a white border on the sides. This is because his transformations has a tendency of destroying his clothes. There is a small birthmark on his right hand shaped like a star. Only those who're born with the curse have this birthmark in Hazim bin Hazim's family.

 

 

In his hyena form, Hazim bin Hazim becomes an unusually large spotted hyena. He's constantly cackling when in this form.

 

 

In his hybrid form, Hazim bin Hazim combines the traits of hyena and human. Hazim bin Hazim grows a little taller and puts on more weight. His body becomes covered with fur just like a spotted hyena. The only clothing that his hybrid form wears are the green shorts. In his hybrid form, Hazim bin Hazim always a wide smile that displays his rows of super sharp teeth.

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This concludes the Directorate and brings us up to Senegal. You're up next tribe.

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I might take a stab at another one now.

 

Has anyone ever used Shaper? (Norway) I'm curious to know.

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That's the Spirit!

 

So far as I know no one has used Shaper, but you never know. tribe said he was going to do Senegal, which next. These are the rest of the 'S' countries.

 

Seychelles

Sierra Leone

Singapore

Slovakia

Slovenia

Solomon Islands

Somalia

South Africa

Spain

Sri Lanka

Sudan

Suriname

Swaziland

Sweden

Switzerland

Syria

 

 

I know someone wanted to do Spain, and I'm going to do Slovenia, and Sweden, and possible Switzerland as well. Maybe Syria too. Otherwise take your pick.