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This was in the Freedom Force computer game.  Freedom Force was a RTS game with the premise that people got superpowers due to an element called Energy X.  At the end of the second game it's revealed that Energy X is an actual person named Energy X.

Validus.

 
 
Psimon - the DC character, not the CU one.

It should be noted that Tiger used The Fox Of Crime as a new member of CLOWN. If your GM decides to use Tiger's revival of the group, then you got to deal with CLOWN as well as GRAB. Of course, your GM might decide that that Fox Of Crime is actually one of the original Fox's children (this, The Fox Of Crime Junior).
It's possible. Women love men who make them laugh after all...

This is my take on the character of Professor Pythias Pomegranate and his Ubermachine. Any other take is, of course, someone else's take. Since we don't really have, never gotten, and will never get "official" stats for both, we will probably never get them. I MIGHT do some writeups later on.
 
The Ubermachine And What Exactly It Is.
 
The Ubermachine is actually a "fraud". The machine is NOT what actually gives people superpowers. What the machine DOES do is open a portal into a place with a sentient energy being. This being connects to the mind of the subject, and grants the subconscious wish of the subject. It also implants a portion of itself within each subject. The Blonde Bombshell wanted to be beautiful, so the entity made her such. Darkion wanted to prove his theory about "darkion particles", so the entity made it so that he could generate thoes particles and make them work the way he wished them to. Jabberrok wished than nobody could harm him, so he made his skin like stone. Spectra only wished to stay by Jabberrok's side, so the entity had to improvise. And Professor Pomegranate himself only wanted to be the smartest person on Earth.
 
The entity tends to grant people energy based powers, but it is also capable of granting physical powers. It can't grant psionic powers in the normal sense, but can grant physical powers which mimic psionic powers.
 
The Entity And What He Wishes And Wants.
 
The actual name of the entity is unknown. What he wants is to empower 666 individuals with part of his energies, then cross over to our section of dimensions. It is up to the GM on how many he has changed, and what his goals are once he gets here. It could be possible that the Ubermachine is actually a portal to Kurin. Or not.
 
Professor Pomegranate And His Powers. 
 
Generally speaking, Professor Pomegranate simply has increased intelligence and EGO stats. He supplements his intelligence with gadgets, but rather uses his henchmen to fight.
 
It should be noted that another "power" allowed his brain to be safely transplanted from body to body.
 
In the Professor's old body we was rather feeble physically with bright red hair. He is now in his sixth body, an enlarged brain in the body with his brain in an plastic transparent shell he just loves to expose. Over time he has added devices to the shell, like a device which changes thoughts into electrical bolts (a "Mind Storm", as he likes to call it). All in all, his head roughly resembles a pomegranate fruit. 
 
The Professor's best friend is a man known only as Morese, better known as the Thugmaster. It is unknown if the Thugmaster has ever been through the Ubermachine or not. Thugmaster likes to employ the Professor's subjects, paying the Professor a portion of the profit for each crime. The Professor uses the money to just research for more technology and science. 
 
Tell me what you think.

An American Hulk In London?
The Hulkling?
The Hulk Man?
 

That is simply "the laws of special effects" applied to hand to hand combat.

This is my take on the character of Professor Pythias Pomegranate and his Ubermachine. Any other take is, of course, someone else's take. Since we don't really have, never gotten, and will never get "official" stats for both, we will probably never get them. I MIGHT do some writeups later on.
 
The Ubermachine And What Exactly It Is.
 
The Ubermachine is actually a "fraud". The machine is NOT what actually gives people superpowers. What the machine DOES do is open a portal into a place with a sentient energy being. This being connects to the mind of the subject, and grants the subconscious wish of the subject. It also implants a portion of itself within each subject. The Blonde Bombshell wanted to be beautiful, so the entity made her such. Darkion wanted to prove his theory about "darkion particles", so the entity made it so that he could generate thoes particles and make them work the way he wished them to. Jabberrok wished than nobody could harm him, so he made his skin like stone. Spectra only wished to stay by Jabberrok's side, so the entity had to improvise. And Professor Pomegranate himself only wanted to be the smartest person on Earth.
 
The entity tends to grant people energy based powers, but it is also capable of granting physical powers. It can't grant psionic powers in the normal sense, but can grant physical powers which mimic psionic powers.
 
The Entity And What He Wishes And Wants.
 
The actual name of the entity is unknown. What he wants is to empower 666 individuals with part of his energies, then cross over to our section of dimensions. It is up to the GM on how many he has changed, and what his goals are once he gets here. It could be possible that the Ubermachine is actually a portal to Kurin. Or not.
 
Professor Pomegranate And His Powers. 
 
Generally speaking, Professor Pomegranate simply has increased intelligence and EGO stats. He supplements his intelligence with gadgets, but rather uses his henchmen to fight.
 
It should be noted that another "power" allowed his brain to be safely transplanted from body to body.
 
In the Professor's old body we was rather feeble physically with bright red hair. He is now in his sixth body, an enlarged brain in the body with his brain in an plastic transparent shell he just loves to expose. Over time he has added devices to the shell, like a device which changes thoughts into electrical bolts (a "Mind Storm", as he likes to call it). All in all, his head roughly resembles a pomegranate fruit. 
 
The Professor's best friend is a man known only as Morese, better known as the Thugmaster. It is unknown if the Thugmaster has ever been through the Ubermachine or not. Thugmaster likes to employ the Professor's subjects, paying the Professor a portion of the profit for each crime. The Professor uses the money to just research for more technology and science. 
 
Tell me what you think.

This is my take on the character of Professor Pythias Pomegranate and his Ubermachine. Any other take is, of course, someone else's take. Since we don't really have, never gotten, and will never get "official" stats for both, we will probably never get them. I MIGHT do some writeups later on.
 
The Ubermachine And What Exactly It Is.
 
The Ubermachine is actually a "fraud". The machine is NOT what actually gives people superpowers. What the machine DOES do is open a portal into a place with a sentient energy being. This being connects to the mind of the subject, and grants the subconscious wish of the subject. It also implants a portion of itself within each subject. The Blonde Bombshell wanted to be beautiful, so the entity made her such. Darkion wanted to prove his theory about "darkion particles", so the entity made it so that he could generate thoes particles and make them work the way he wished them to. Jabberrok wished than nobody could harm him, so he made his skin like stone. Spectra only wished to stay by Jabberrok's side, so the entity had to improvise. And Professor Pomegranate himself only wanted to be the smartest person on Earth.
 
The entity tends to grant people energy based powers, but it is also capable of granting physical powers. It can't grant psionic powers in the normal sense, but can grant physical powers which mimic psionic powers.
 
The Entity And What He Wishes And Wants.
 
The actual name of the entity is unknown. What he wants is to empower 666 individuals with part of his energies, then cross over to our section of dimensions. It is up to the GM on how many he has changed, and what his goals are once he gets here. It could be possible that the Ubermachine is actually a portal to Kurin. Or not.
 
Professor Pomegranate And His Powers. 
 
Generally speaking, Professor Pomegranate simply has increased intelligence and EGO stats. He supplements his intelligence with gadgets, but rather uses his henchmen to fight.
 
It should be noted that another "power" allowed his brain to be safely transplanted from body to body.
 
In the Professor's old body we was rather feeble physically with bright red hair. He is now in his sixth body, an enlarged brain in the body with his brain in an plastic transparent shell he just loves to expose. Over time he has added devices to the shell, like a device which changes thoughts into electrical bolts (a "Mind Storm", as he likes to call it). All in all, his head roughly resembles a pomegranate fruit. 
 
The Professor's best friend is a man known only as Morese, better known as the Thugmaster. It is unknown if the Thugmaster has ever been through the Ubermachine or not. Thugmaster likes to employ the Professor's subjects, paying the Professor a portion of the profit for each crime. The Professor uses the money to just research for more technology and science. 
 
Tell me what you think.

This Spoke Rohan Zarathustra 
 
A story about a man with a stand which turns people into sheet music. 

If you were to go with my suggestion of Amazing Man and Electron as your character's parents, I would put the official villain Shrinker (Conquerors, Killers, And Crooks for 5E, Champions Villains Volume Three: Solo Villains for 6E) at the top of her Hunters list. Shrinker has an especial hatred for the Sentinels, believing that they almost killed her deliberately rather than accidentally when she was on their team, which almost certainly included Amazing Man II at the time. Shrinker isn't an exceptionally powerful villain, but her abilities are difficult to counter, and she can be a tremendous nuisance. She prefers to embarrass and humiliate superheroes rather than kill or seriously injure them, through spiteful "practical jokes." It's also really easy to get on her bad side.

Or take a page from "Sky High" Warren Peace Hero Mother, Villain Father!
 
Imagine the role playing:
"Hey mom I fought with dad last week!" 
"Oh dear!  Who was he working for this time?" 
"Dr. Demonicus!  Don't worry we won, but he got away!" 
"Thank you!  I'll have to talk to him again I see!" 
"Please mom, don't!  You either end up hooking up for the weekend, or arguing and almost getting into a fight!  What do you see in him?" 
"He has the bluest eyes, (Sigh)!"
"EWwwwww!  MOM!"
 
 

Why the child of heroes?
 
It might prove amusing to have your parents rooting for you, giving advice, cheering you on, collecting news clippings of your exploits and hoping and praying that you never find out that they are retired and still-wanted supervillains.
 
I mean honestly, if I were the GM, I could have so much fun with this....
 
 

Maximum:  "well this sucks!  How are people going to see this incredible jawline now?!"
 
Panther will find her "other" job much more difficult: when you're looking for confidential information, people will just _give it to you_ once they start blogging.
 
Jack Brass is going to have a much more difficult time with his social reform efforts.
 
Martin Power: "oh, thank _God_!"
 
 

Oh-  almost forgot!
 
Mesmer:  "Careful!  It could be a cat dispenser!"
 
(Mesmer inherited the mystical tools, books, etc-  all the trappings of the family business, his great-great grandfather having been the original sorcerer protector of the turn of the last century.
 
Fortunately, upon the death of his grandfather, the mystic artifacts sought out the next black-haired son in the bloodline, and presented him with themselves, the powers they grant, and the key to the Library (the great fire was a cover: the library was moved to an extradimensional space by the guardians of the seal-- the thing that prevents large-scale demonic invasions (smal ones are plot-relevant and somehow continue to this day) to control access to some of the more... "Interesting" works...)
 
It took a a few years to find the heir.  His mother had been a desperate college student in a bad situation, and put him up for adoption.   He has absolutely no knowledge, and no training (his education should have begun at age four), so he does his best to project an air of authority and competence while usually panicking and winging it.
 
 

Thanks!  Weirdly enough, he was both the most intimidating and least lethal character in that campaign.
 
I didn't just drop This guy onto the GM with an attempt to wreck or rearrange his plans for the campaign.  We talked a few times:  I told him I wasn't really happy playing a murderous super hero (though I was okay with doing a normals as murderous vigilantes kind of thing, but he was big in the super powers and spandex thing, and wanted to do it that way).
 
So he asked how I was with violence and supers, and I laughed my butt off.  Out of all genres of fiction, I have always found supers to be the single most violent type of "heroes:"  they solve complex ciphers and riddles in two panels, then spend eighteen pages absolutely beating the _crap_ out of each other.  If there is a barrier to breach or an obstacle to overcome, they will not sneak, skulk, hack, program, or otherwise work their way past it; they will beat it with fists and pelt it with energy blasts until the obstacle is destroyed!  Why open a door when you can bash it down,  _justicely_?!  (Yes; I meant "justicely."  You can stop wondering now.   )
 
So yeah: incredible over-the-top violence unseen this side of the last few minutes of Alderan, but no killing, and stop the pummeling of at least the living things (property is always fair game) when it is clear that they can fight no longer, and get them medical treatment if they need it; don't just leave them bleeding to death with seventeen broken bones in a frozen ditch 80 miles from town while patting yourself on the back for not killing them (lookin' at you, Batman). Do not kill people or plant evidence.  
 
He capitulated that this was more accurate than he had stopped to consider before, and asked if I was okay with it (again).
 
Yes; violence is not a problem.  I just can't get behind self-styled heroes that sneak and murder, nor can I get behind a fan squad that loves them for it.
 
I asked if he would prefer I not play, and assured him that I was prefectly okay with it (I had gotten in on an on-going Car Wars game with another group, so I was "getting my fix" pretty regularly.)  He insisted that it was important to him that I play, and I insisted that it was important to me that he not have to compromise his vision for his first-ever campaign.
 
He asked if there was a way that I could make a character who was okay with other "super heroes" doing the MDK thing while my character only "helped a little."
 
Now it is important to know one thing about this group--  well, there was a lot about them important to _me_,  but for this to provide you with any useful insight, you only need to know this one:
 
Stupid Movie Night.  I know thousands of other people in the 80s and 90s did it as well, but for those not familiar with the idea, it was homemade MST3K before there was an MST3K.  Every third Friday was Stupid Movie Night: you, or you and a date (if you had a date, it was mandatory to attend.  He or she might as well learn this about you before you got in too deep) would show up with a VHS of the worst, stupidest movie you could buy or rent, and we would watch them and tear them apart with vigor until we'd start dropping off or having to go to work.
 
Leslie Nielson did (more than one) a science fiction movie that was _terrible_.  Between the nine of us in the group, we owned four copies under two different titles.  Strangely, I can't remember the title of my copy, but the other title was "the creature wasn't nice" or something like that.
 
Someone had it playing in the background (we were at Sushi's place, and most of the moives ended up there) and some of the guys were watching it while Trevor and I talked.
 
For those who have not seen this garbage gem staring Leslie Nielson and Penny Marshall, there is a scene where the terrified crew of the spaceship inches their way down the hallway, crowded up to the captain (who seems to have the only gun).  There is a point where a world-darkening, blood-curdling inhuman scream _train horns_ its way through the corridors, the entire crew freaks and panics in place, coming completely unglued.  Neilson never flinches.  He puts on a serious look of concentration, cocks his and strains his ear forward.  "I think I heard something...."
 
That was the scene playing at that point in our conversation.  Just as we both lulled in speech and began to ruminate on ideas, _that scene_ broke the silence, and the light came on.
"Trev,  I think i've got it."  And I spilled the idea, and he giggled and laughed and said "can you have him ready for Saturday?"
 
See you Saturday; no problem.
 
 
Oh: the least actually lethal:
 
He goes through the motions.  He even enjoys stealing silver jewelry from werewolf-owned pawnshops and mall kiosks, and from the restaurants on werewolf-owned cruise ships and NASA-owned golf resorts.  He enjoys melting the silver into weapons, too, even though he knows it's all a lie-- a lie spread by NASA to help their werewolf brethren, to strengthen them!  _Never_ use a silver weapon on a werewolf, for it strengthens them and gives them power over your soul!  He takes the silver to keep it out of the hands of the werewolves.  He crafts the weapons to give them hope- to lure them to him with their hopes that he will use these weapons on them and thereby strengthen them.  He keeps the weapons, though; they work well enough on NASA lackeys.  But if you want to really vanquish a werewolf, the secret is neoprene.  Now you know.  Now you're a hunter, one of us.  Neoprene.  Pass it on.....
 
 
 
 

Sounds like The Punisher put through the crazy The Tick mold. I like it. 

Everyone is called by their favorite meal here, so prepare to be named Beer!
 
And no, not even the dwarfs are called that.

The story here:
 
Years ago, I had a player who was going to PCS in six months.  He wanted to "learn how to GM" before he left so that if he couldn't find a Champions group, he could start his own.  He co-GMed with me for a few weeks and when he felt he had it down pat (and had bought _three copies_ of the rules: 2e boxed sets.  I mentioned "years ago," right?), I stepped down and played in a campaign of his devising.
 
Unfortunately, he was really big on "anti-heroes" like Punisher and, under certain writers (I am told), Wolverine and Batman.  He liked the "I am a good guy!  You can tell because I only beat /cripple / murder "the bad guys."  
 
I love westerns, where in-genre, that's the norm, but while those people might be the heroes of the story, they are not necessarily "good guys."  While I am not the biggest fan that the superhero genre ever had, I still feel that no matter how angsty or obnoxius they are, they should still be at least making clear efforts to be "good guys," heavy on decency, or at least wrestling with the attempt to be.
 
In short: I don't care for anti-heroes in the supers genre.  I have nothing _against_ anti-heroes, right up until they put on spandex and become hyper-macho gun-toting stereotypes.  
 
To reconcile what I thought spandex supers should be with what anti-heroes are, I came up with the Good Guy.  He is unquestionably "touched."  Like periodically out of synch with reality.
 
"This city is in pain.  Only I can hear its cries of agony, and its whimpers of fear.  For too long have too many done too little.  For too long have her so-called protectors carved comfortable reputations for themselves by taking from her in a more insidious way.  For too long have the werewolves roamed free.  This city needs a face it can believe in.  This city needs a face it can trust.  This city needs the face of an undeniable good guy [puts orange fishbowl with spray painted smilie face over his head].  That's me.  This city will immediately know it finally has a champion [puts bandolier of shotgun shells across chest].  This city will know it has a defender. [Slings shotgun across back]  This city will know it has all the help [drops pistols into holsters] and all the support [buckles belt of grenades] and all the love it will ever need. [Secures a dozen throwing knives to various bits of his black-and-orange costume].  This city will know the instant it sees me [hefts  barbed wire "whip" over shoulder] that I, (secures throwing forks to other bits of his costume) and I alone [hangs grappling gun /autofire crossbow from grenade belt] am undeniably a Good Guy."
 
[Leaps out of window firing grappling gun in random direction (Swinging: No Conscious Control).]
 
"I trust this city; and this city trust me.  Fate will carry me to where I am needed. [Randomly fires grappling gun again, snagging the skid of a medical transport chopper (2d6 Luck) and gets jerked onto a different path]  quiver in fear, evil.  Quiver in fear, werewolves.  Too long have you infested this city.  But I can see clearly now.  I can see you for who you are.  I am coming for you, werewolves.  I will _get_ you, werewolves, and your little dog NASA, too.... [Randomly fires grappling gun again]  but first, I have to pee...."
 
So yeah: it is entirely likely he could open a dimensional door, step through, fall into a chimney, surface through a toilet, and announce "There has to be some other way; this is getting boring...."
 
 
 
 
 
 

Martin Power:
"Nope.  Sorry.  Not magic.  No; I distinctly,heard you say 'magic;'  I'm sitting this one out.  No.  Seriously, Rags; I don't care!  Look, I can't punch magic, okay?  You'll be fine.
 
(He shies away from anything involving 'magic' after an incident years ago involved a magic-wielding illusionist that presented himself as insanely powerful (he wasn't), and Power thought 'at last! Someone I can just unload on!" And hit him for so much Knockback he sailed completely off aircraft carrier (again, illusion) he was levitating beneath him.  If it weren't for a flying teammate from another planet who was both telepathic and very resistant to the illusion, Power would have had way more issues with his CVK than he did for the "nearly" his teammate managed to salvage)
 
Maximum:  I don't know, guys.  I mean, I will if you will.  Who knows?  Could be fun!
 
The Good Guy:  What?!  _Another_ one?!
 
 
 

Sounds like the sort of thing that would attract four teenagers and a Great Dane in a beat-up panel van...

Imagine that God is simply a bunch of people sitting at a table in a basement chucking cubes and telling stories...

The Star Brand was eventually sealed away in it's own Earth by The Living Tribunal.

For a race that's extremely long lived or who don't die at all naturally, children are far less of a necessity for replacement labor, caring for the elderly, etc. so their birth rate can be expected to be much lower than for humans.

Well, having it removed by a cosmic being of eminence power does solve mistakes the game master has made in allowing certain power sets in...
 
Players might cry about that, but hey, YOUR CHARACTER was the one who attracted the being's attention.

That's what happens when wisdom is your dump stat.  But he once stabbed Tiamat in the face and lived to tell about it! 
 
 
 
(For two more rounds.)