Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'
Keep moovin', moovin', moovin',
Though they're disapprovin',
Keep them doggies moovin' Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em,
Just rope and throw and grab 'em,
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
Boy my heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin', be waiting at the end of my ride.
Moove 'em on, head 'em up,
Head 'em up, moove 'em out,
Moove 'em on, head 'em out Rawhide!
Set 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out,
Cut 'em out, ride 'em in Rawhide.
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide!
Rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin' my gal was by my side.
All the things I'm missin',
Good vittles, love, and kissin',
Are waiting at the end of my ride
CHORUS
Moove 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, moove 'em on
Moove 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide
Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!
Keep moovin', moovin', moovin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies moovin'
Rawhide!
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope, throw, and brand 'em
Soon we'll be living high and wide.
My hearts calculatin'
My true love will be waitin',
Be waitin' at the end of my ride.
Re: The New Circle
The MarvelJacob Williams; Jacob Waywalker; The Guardian
Val
Char
Cost
50
STR
40
20
DEX
30
30
CON
40
15
BODY
10
13
INT
3
12
EGO
4
20
PRE
10
14
COM
2
25
PD
15
20
ED
14
4
SPD
10
16
REC
0
60
END
0
55
STUN
0
6"
RUN
0
2"
SWIM
0
10"
LEAP
0
Characteristics Cost: 178
Cost
Power
END
60
Half Blood Prince in the Court of Iron: Multipower, 60-point reserve
1u
1) Armful: Telekinesis (10 STR), Affects Porous, Trigger (when character picks up appropriate substances; +1/4), Reduced Endurance (0 END; +1/2) (44 Active Points); Only Works On Difficult-To-Grasp Substances (see Ultimate Brick) (-1), Instant (-1/2), No Range (-1/2), Requires A Brick Tricks Roll (-1/2)
0
6u
2) I Command the Lightning: Killing Attack - Ranged 3d6, Indirect (always comes from the sky; +1/4) (56 Active Points)
6
4u
3) I am that wich you fear most: Variable Special Effects (Any SFX; Can assume any "Mythical Properties" (Wood, silver, cold iron, sunlight, water, etc); +1/2) for up to 60 Active Points of Strength, Invisible Power Effects, SFX Only (Fully Invisible; +1/2) (45 Active Points) [Notes: This allows him to play on vulnerabilities and such. He can change at will. His appearance doesn't change when using this. ]
4
2u
4) Reduce the Mighty to Ash: HKA 2d6 (4d6 w/STR), Armor Piercing (+1/2) (45 Active Points); Only vs the Supernatrual (Vampires, Werecreatures, Demons, etc) (-1)
4
1u
5) Stentorian Voice: Hearing Group Images 1" radius, +/-6 to PER Rolls (23 Active Points); Set Effect (only to amplify character's voice; -1)
2
1u
6) Stratospheric Punch: MegaScale (1" = 1 km; +1/4) for up to 60 Active Points of STR (15 Active Points); Increased Endurance Cost (x10 END; -4), Only Affects Knockback Distance (-1/2), Requires A Brick Tricks Roll (-1/2)
10
1u
7) Supernatrual Intimidation: +20 PRE (20 Active Points); Only To Make Fear/Intimidation-Style Presence Attacks (-1), Only against Mystical/Supernatural Creatures (-1), Extra Time (Full Phase, -1/2)
1u
8) Walls quail at my might: Indirect (attack always originates up to the character's reach in front of him; +1/4) for up to 60 Active Points of STR (15 Active Points)
1
10
I Fear not the Magic you wield: Energy Damage Reduction, Resistant, 25% (15 Active Points); Only Works Against Limited Type of Attack (Magic/Supernatural Effects; -1/2)
0
10
I Fear not your claws or fangs: Physical Damage Reduction, Resistant, 25% (15 Active Points); Only Works Against Limited Type of Attack (Magic/Supernatural Effects; -1/2)
0
12
Marvelous Senses: +4 PER with all Sense Groups
0
24
The Earth Does Not Cage Me: Flight 12"
2
16
Toughened Skin: Damage Resistance (18 PD/15 ED)
0
Powers Cost: 149
Cost
Skill
3
Analyze: Magic 12-
3
Bureaucratics 13-
3
High Society 13-
3
Hoist 12-
3
Paramedics 12-
3
Scholar
1
1) KS: Arcane And Occult Lore (2 Active Points) 11-
1
2) KS: Heraldry (Fey Court) (2 Active Points) 11-
1
3) KS: Legends And Lore (2 Active Points) 11-
1
4) KS: The Mystic World (2 Active Points) 11-
1
5) KS: The Superhuman World (2 Active Points) 11-
Skills Cost: 23
Val
Disadvantages
5
Distinctive Features: Confusing Aura (Hybrid Human/Fey) (Not Concealable; Noticed and Recognizable; Detectable Only By Unusual Senses)
20
Hunted: DEMON 8- (Mo Pow, NCI, Harshly Punish)
20
Hunted: The Devil's Advocates 8- (Mo Pow, NCI, Harshly Punish)
15
Hunted: Zaran the Artificier 8- (Mo Pow, Harshly Punish)
5
Physical Limitation: Heavy (Infrequently, Slightly Impairing)
20
Psychological Limitation: Code of Chivalry (Common, Total)
10
Psychological Limitation: Enjoys using his powers (Common, Moderate)
15
Psychological Limitation: Protective of the Innocent (Common, Strong)
10
Reputation: Is that the Legend? No...it couldn't be!, 11-
15
Social Limitation: Secret Identity (Frequently, Major)
10
Vulnerability: 2 x STUN Mistletoe (Weapons created by it, using it in as a spell component) (Uncommon)
5
Vulnerability: Fey Charms (Uncommon)
Disadvantage Points: 150Cost Summary:Base Points:200Disadvantage Points: 150Total Experience Available: 0Total Character Cost: 350Height: 1.96 mHair: BlackWeight: 227.00 kgEyes: BlueAppearance: Tall, very muscular. Jacob is heroically proportioned. He has jet black hair and blue eyes. His flesh is more dense than normal and he weighs more than he looks. His costume consists of a black muscle "T" with a silver oak tree on his chest. He wears a blue cape pinned to his shoulders with silver discs, he wears a pair of high blue trunks over black leggins, and blue boots. His gloves are black driving gloves. He wears a black domino mask. Personality: The Marvel is a being of tremendous physical power. He is the child of a fey queen and as such a supernatural being in his own right. He was raised by his mortal father and trained in his heritage by the Master. Jacob's powers come easy to him. He enjoys the occasions that he gets to "cut loose" and use them. He's also a respectful, polite, and pays more than lip service to the rules of chivalry (this he gets from his father, a professor of Medival History). Quote:"Really? I haven't fought a demon in almost three days! We have got to tighten the visa requirements around here!""It's alright miss, I have you."
"Holy Moley!"
Background: "I am sorry father." The boy wiped the blood from his lip. His father's blow stung, but it didn't really hurt Jacob. That was part of the problem. Jacob's heritage frightened his father.
The older man was breathing heavily. Looking down in to his son's eyes he could feel the shame in the pit of his stomach. He feared Jacob. But the boy had never once acted against him. John Williams knew his seven year old son could crush him with his bare hands, but the boy always behaved, always deferred to him. John's fear often found expression in violence. He was impotent against this child, how could he have promised her that he'd take care of him?
"Go to your room Jacob." He said as he turned away.
"Yes, father." And to his room Jacob went. He hated himself. As much as John feared his son, Jacob loved his father. He wanted to be a regular boy, not some supernatural freak of nature. He hated not playing catch, or going to movies, or any of it. All because he was different. Jacob cried.
"It's not your fault John," the old Japanese man was being kind but his voice betrayed a hint of displeasure.
"She never should have...I miss her, you know? Why didn't she tell me the birth would kill her?"
"She couldn't be sure until the very end, John. You need to work past this, your son needs you."
"Me? What can I do that he can't?"
"Teach him to be a man, John. He deserves that much. Treat him like a child and teach him what it means to have the power he possesses."
"I-I don't know..."
"Here, this is the number of a very gifted family councilor, she has worked with many of my students' families, when Jacob is old enough, and I’ll be back."
The next eleven years were surprisingly good for Jacob. He finally had his father; they played football, went fishing, Jacob went to public schools. Things were great.
"Congratulations Jacob, can I get a picture of the valedictorian?" John gushed at his son's graduation. Jacob had his mother's grace and eyes. John had become the man Jacob needed. Jacob had grown into a man, one she'd be proud of. Jacob enrolled at the university. He still went to the restaurant to talk with the Master and the other pupils. His abilities were easy to focus and use. He'd needed more training in the walking amongst men. John had taken care of that.
"You will be a succulent morsel, my pet." Sure, it was camp. The gothic suit and slicked back hair were almost a parody, but when you had the power, you could be forgiven your eccentricies. Armand was a vampire, and a powerful one. He'd been freed from his sire due to the latter's destruction at the hands of the Legend, and clawed his way to a position of power himself. Slowly building an army of lesser, attractive, college aged vampires to help him in his plans for carving out an empire of his own; Armand had grown rather complacent. He was still a small fish in a big pond and "heroes" like the Legend and Athenian had bigger fish to fry.
"I'd say that you have to have the worst case of "Movie Vampireitis" I have ever encountered.
The voice was strong, confident, and ...amused?
Armand turned his head to see, his pulse quickened...the Legend? Is it?
"No, you are not he. What manner of being are you?" Armand’s senses gave him mixed signals. Was this muscle bound child a threat?
"I am Jacob Williams, of the Iron Blooded." The young man said as he strode towards the vampire.
"That will look nice on your tomb." Armand smiled and tossed the entranced young woman to the floor. He whirled around with inhuman speed and lunged at the "Iron Blooded".
Armand’s momentum was halted by the youth's outthrust hand. A sound not unlike a step in deep mud signified the loss of breath the vampire was now feeling.
Jacob tossed the vampire across the room as a child might discard a toy he had grown bored with. After checking the girl for breathing he turned on Armand. The vampire was rising, fury shone clearly from his eyes. He quickly spoke the words of enchantment and a burst of hellfire flew towards the interloper, striking him in the chest. After the ball of fire dissipated and Armand could see again, his jaw dropped. His tormenter hadn't even been moved by the blast. Perhaps, it was the Legend? Armand chose discretion to valor and turned into mist floating through the vents in the room, his escape plan should this very situation present itself.
He heard a chuckle behind him as he ascended but he could not sense any pursuit. Finding himself on the roof of the building he reformed.
"What kept you?" Said the same voice, this time laced with smug, self congratulations.
"What are you?!?" Armand shouted. But it was the last thing he would ever say. Before he could summon another spell, the youth leapt forward and struck a blow so powerful it shattered Armand’s chest cavity.
"This will take a while to heal from," Armand thought to himself. He was desperately trying to concentrate and transform into a bat to escape when he felt searing pain in his chest. This was no mortal champion. Whoever this being was; his touch seemed had the same effect as the light of the sun. Armand screamed before his body turned to dust and blew away.
Jacob wiped the dust from his forearm and glove. His work was done here. He wondered if he could still make his civics class. Then he remembered the girl and shelved that thought. He had to make sure she was okay.
"All in a days work, Father." Jacob smiled and looked to the skies, "Just another day in the life of the "Marvel", eh?"
Powers/Tactics: Classic "Original" style archetype. Flying strongman. His defenses are impressive, but against the supernatural, they are awe inspiring. His major magical abilitiy is to alter the property of his skin, mimicking various supernatural elements, and materials (such as wood, silver, cold iron). However, this ability is passive and does not alter his appearance in any way. Jacob can fly and has several superhuman senses. Campaign Use: A "rival" for Legend. Basically, he's the Captain Marvel to Jack Westlake's Superman. Use the version that makes the most sense.
MightyBec wonders why a bad mother of 4 is adopting a 5th child at 50, and Klytus replies that she probably figures that the first 4 were ungrateful little whelps.
BlackSword is stunned by how horrificly bad the acting in "The Practice" was.
Death Tribble is drooling over Rachel's "new avatar".
Skaramine can't sleep, and hasn't been writing. Bad Skaramine!
(Spank!)
Death Tribble is encouraging Agent X and Lemming to go into a posting spree and overtake Zornwil as the most prolific poster. After all, Zornwil is on vacation...
Thanks, not original though. I think I heard about the idea from discussions of the Ultimate Brick.
Can be scaled down to 1" = 1km for Megascale as a (+1/4) advantage has been used for published characters. See Photon from CK&C pg 189.
I dropped the MegaScale flight + sight slot from the post #27 version BUT, the idea is really no different than applying the safe blind teleport advantage to that power and I was applying a heck of lot more active points towards the same goal just for non-combat bragging rights and plot device.
And at school I read so many encyclopedia articles (etc) that it took a very long time for be to express myself verbosely. Yep it was a problem. If w were asked to write a page, I'd sum it all up in a paragraph.
I haven't read a dictionary cover to cover, but I do us them regularly.
Bazza dons a cheerleading costume and gets out the pom-poms
[cheer]
Death Tribble is our friend
He's the very best of them [high kick, left leg]
See him scream, see him shout
See him here, or there about [high kick, right leg]
I have noticed something. Jackalope is one of the strangest lovers I've had, and that says quite alot. I mean, he takes a fist like a cow getting enseminated and begs for more. And I won't get into his fetish grooming habits.
An elderly couple is enjoying an anniversary dinner together in a small
tavern.
The husband leans over and asks his wife, "Do you remember the first time we
had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind this tavern where you
leaned against the fence and I made love to you."
"Yes," she says, "I remember it well."
"OK," he says, "how about taking a stroll round there again and we can do it
for old time's sake?"
"Oooooooh Henry, you devil, that sounds like a good idea," she answers.
There's a police officer sitting in the next booth listening to all this, and
having a chuckle to himself. He thinks, "I've got to see these two old-
timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no
trouble."
So he follows them. They walk haltingly along,
leaning on each other for support, aided by walking sticks.
Finally they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.
The old lady lifts
her skirt, takes her knickers down and the old man drops his trousers. She
turns around and as she hangs on to the fence, the old man moves in.
Suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the watching policeman has
ever seen.
They are bucking and jumping like eighteen-year-olds. This goes on for about
forty minutes! She's yelling, "Ohhh, God!" He's hanging on to her hips for
dear life.
This is the most athletic sex imaginable. Finally, they both collapse panting
on the ground.
The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life that
he didn't know.
After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple
struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on.
The policeman, still watching thinks, that was truly amazing, he was going
like a train. I've got to ask him what his secret is.
As the couple passes, he says to them, "That was something else!
You must have been having sex for about forty minutes. How do you manage it?
You must have had a fantastic life together. Is there some sort of secret?"
The old man says,
"Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence."