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Re: Horizon Academy (Teen Champions) Notes
 

Dr Phineus Morbius (no, that's not my real name.)
Once upon a time Dr Morbius was a second rate mastervillain wannabe with agents, superpowered peons and a fool proof master plan (with considerable contingency plans should the fools be more worthy than he originally suspected).
All he got out of it was seventeen life sentences, a shattered ego, and battered body.
 
When you're young, brilliant, and clad in menacing powered armor, you don't really notice or worry about the beatings you take. But when you're in your sixties and not Albert Zerstoiten, the physical punishment and constant defeats take their toll.
Dr. Morbius "retired" to a maximum security prison and spent the better part of the last generation behind bars. He received a Presidential Pardon for his efforts during the COIL incident and moved away from the east coast.
 
When he was approached by the Horizon Academy regarding a possible teaching post, he was humbled (but maintained his carefully cultivated arrogance) and accepted. Now he's the terror of the hallways, a teacher of mathematics, physics, and other sciences who is smarter than his students and lets them know it.
 
Dr. Morbius cares deeply for the staff and his students but is catastrophically unable to show it. He maintains the speech patterns, and demonstrative antics of a master villain all the while doing what he can to protect and nurture further generations of the heroes he used to mock and belittle.
 
GM's Option: He still has some Armor somewhere. He works on it in his spare time, using more advanced technologies. If the situation is dire enough, he'd put it on. Probably wouldn't survive the experience but he'd do it. Or...some student could find it...

When you're the goddess of strife and battle is constant you need a guardian for your sanity, for your very soul. 
Ceass's mythic monster is Keer, the owl-cat griffon. 
 

Interference: the Panacea, a strain of flora that negates addictive effects when groud and added to tea. Fight addiction like you would an obnoxious boss. 
 

Interference: the Panacea, a strain of flora that negates addictive effects when groud and added to tea. Fight addiction like you would an obnoxious boss. 
 

Interference: the Panacea, a strain of flora that negates addictive effects when groud and added to tea. Fight addiction like you would an obnoxious boss. 
 

Ceass's gift to Civilization, a form of art so combative, so rooted in struggle that it is often callously and crassly aped by those in power to seem more authentic. But the true artist can spot the difference. And fakers aren't tolerated. The goddess of strife listened to the world and thought it sounded a little too "well-crafted."
Her gift: Punk Rock.  A music, a scene, a style, and a revolution of soem form or another. 
 

 

When you're the goddess of strife and battle is constant you need a guardian for your sanity, for your very soul. 
Ceass's mythic monster is Keer, the owl-cat griffon. 
 

When you're the goddess of strife and battle is constant you need a guardian for your sanity, for your very soul. 
Ceass's mythic monster is Keer, the owl-cat griffon. 
 

When you're the goddess of strife and battle is constant you need a guardian for your sanity, for your very soul. 
Ceass's mythic monster is Keer, the owl-cat griffon. 
 

Ceass's gift to Civilization, a form of art so combative, so rooted in struggle that it is often callously and crassly aped by those in power to seem more authentic. But the true artist can spot the difference. And fakers aren't tolerated. The goddess of strife listened to the world and thought it sounded a little too "well-crafted."
Her gift: Punk Rock.  A music, a scene, a style, and a revolution of soem form or another. 
 

 

Ceass's gift to Civilization, a form of art so combative, so rooted in struggle that it is often callously and crassly aped by those in power to seem more authentic. But the true artist can spot the difference. And fakers aren't tolerated. The goddess of strife listened to the world and thought it sounded a little too "well-crafted."
Her gift: Punk Rock.  A music, a scene, a style, and a revolution of soem form or another. 
 

 

Ceass's gift to Civilization, a form of art so combative, so rooted in struggle that it is often callously and crassly aped by those in power to seem more authentic. But the true artist can spot the difference. And fakers aren't tolerated. The goddess of strife listened to the world and thought it sounded a little too "well-crafted."
Her gift: Punk Rock.  A music, a scene, a style, and a revolution of soem form or another. 
 

 

Ceass's gift to Civilization, a form of art so combative, so rooted in struggle that it is often callously and crassly aped by those in power to seem more authentic. But the true artist can spot the difference. And fakers aren't tolerated. The goddess of strife listened to the world and thought it sounded a little too "well-crafted."
Her gift: Punk Rock.  A music, a scene, a style, and a revolution of soem form or another. 
 

 

Ceass looked out upon this haphazard chaotic world ripe for revolution and change. Her wildlands were home to flora and fauna hearty and willful. To survive you had to be willing to fight. And who should guide those wildlands, who would oversee the pockets of civilization here in her land of constant struggle and change. 
Sentient Life: The Folk are a number of tribes called beastkin by their detractors or the uninitiated. They dislike the connotation that they are mindless beasts only good for fighting and rutting. Each tribe resembles their distant human cousins with a few cosmetic and sensory differences, combining their humanity with animal features. 
The most widly known tribes are the: Kitsun, Garu, Lepur, Neko, Tiga, Ursu, Tauru, and Watu. 
 

Ceass looked out upon this haphazard chaotic world ripe for revolution and change. Her wildlands were home to flora and fauna hearty and willful. To survive you had to be willing to fight. And who should guide those wildlands, who would oversee the pockets of civilization here in her land of constant struggle and change. 
Sentient Life: The Folk are a number of tribes called beastkin by their detractors or the uninitiated. They dislike the connotation that they are mindless beasts only good for fighting and rutting. Each tribe resembles their distant human cousins with a few cosmetic and sensory differences, combining their humanity with animal features. 
The most widly known tribes are the: Kitsun, Garu, Lepur, Neko, Tiga, Ursu, Tauru, and Watu. 
 

In reverse order, Watu, Tauru, Ursu

Ceass looked out upon this haphazard chaotic world ripe for revolution and change. Her wildlands were home to flora and fauna hearty and willful. To survive you had to be willing to fight. And who should guide those wildlands, who would oversee the pockets of civilization here in her land of constant struggle and change. 
Sentient Life: The Folk are a number of tribes called beastkin by their detractors or the uninitiated. They dislike the connotation that they are mindless beasts only good for fighting and rutting. Each tribe resembles their distant human cousins with a few cosmetic and sensory differences, combining their humanity with animal features. 
The most widly known tribes are the: Kitsun, Garu, Lepur, Neko, Tiga, Ursu, Tauru, and Watu. 
 

“If they can't be bought, get ready to fight.” (Acquisitions 10:61)
 
Nagus Sterling, The Deity of Drive, was not a violent god by nature. “When the shooting starts, let the mercenaries handle it.” (Acquisitions 9:431) Most conflicts could be negotiated. When one can turn an enemy into an ally with a little dealing, that opportunity should not be squandered. However, there are times when making a deal is not an option. As it says in the Book of Acquisitions (which he wrote) Chapter 10, Verse 61: “If they can't be bought, get ready to fight.” He may not be violent by nature, but he was still a god and he could threaten with the best of them.
 
Sometimes called The Sword of Nagus, Fleeze is a dragon, the first dragon, a powerful, scaly beast of immense size bedecked in coral scales that glint with metallic sheen. His ruby-like eyes see everything. He can tell a threat from an opportunity. Legendary for his greed as much as for his claws, Fleeze doesn’t kill as a first reaction, not when there is a chance to acquire more at hand. Many foolhardy knights left his lair with their lives but deep in severe debt of some sort.
 
Mythic Monster or Guardian. Fleeze, the First Dragon is an intelligent, shrewd creature with a voracious appetite. His hoard is legendary, and he is always seeking to add to it. “Enough... is never enough.”  (Acquisitions 9:97)
 



 

When your life is strife, you tend towards an aggressive outlook. Even your herbivores are cranky at best, and at worst don't mind chowing down on a clown who gets too close. Besides, what army wouldn't want a cavalry of armored, aggressive, hippos?
 
My Faua Pick:  Hippopotamus.

When your life is strife, you tend towards an aggressive outlook. Even your herbivores are cranky at best, and at worst don't mind chowing down on a clown who gets too close. Besides, what army wouldn't want a cavalry of armored, aggressive, hippos?
 
My Faua Pick:  Hippopotamus.

When your life is strife, you tend towards an aggressive outlook. Even your herbivores are cranky at best, and at worst don't mind chowing down on a clown who gets too close. Besides, what army wouldn't want a cavalry of armored, aggressive, hippos?
 
My Faua Pick:  Hippopotamus.

When your life is strife, you tend towards an aggressive outlook. Even your herbivores are cranky at best, and at worst don't mind chowing down on a clown who gets too close. Besides, what army wouldn't want a cavalry of armored, aggressive, hippos?
 
My Faua Pick:  Hippopotamus.

When your life is strife, you tend towards an aggressive outlook. Even your herbivores are cranky at best, and at worst don't mind chowing down on a clown who gets too close. Besides, what army wouldn't want a cavalry of armored, aggressive, hippos?
 
My Faua Pick:  Hippopotamus.

Make up pick!
 
Ceass watches over her peoples in the Wildlands, a sub-continental zone of fight or flight and a staunch refusal to bow down to anyone (even their goddess, the little butt nuggets)

Art by Phillip A. Urlich

Make up pick!
 
Ceass watches over her peoples in the Wildlands, a sub-continental zone of fight or flight and a staunch refusal to bow down to anyone (even their goddess, the little butt nuggets)

Art by Phillip A. Urlich