Lawnmower Boy

Just heard on Facebook. Another giant of gaming is gone, after many years of health issues.

I didn't know him personally, so someone else will have to do that bit.

Thanks, LB!
 
I don't want to say that there is no such thing as a sympathetic reason to hate based on ethnicity, I still find it to be a very $;=÷y thing to do.
 
 

So, basically the same thing Russia is doing to Ukraine right now?

Stalk & harass his ex?

Honestly, the disarming went faster than I thought possible. The Talent, the ones that weren't out cold or otherwise incapacitated, discovered their time was up; literally. The power boost they got had worn off  half way through my speech with Doctor Bench, and apparently a side effect of it wearing off was extreme fatigue. I hate to give Clamdigger credit, but he was right that they had a certain degree of pragmatic professionalism about this. 
 
As if it were routine, they placed their weapons down on the ground, backed away, and kept their hands up. Word spread though out the base and while we had bypassed in the upper levels might have made a break for it, I really think we got the bulk of them and the Coast Guard would be waiting for any trying to flee by conventional boat. 
 
The Coast Guard around liked me. I'd made their work a lot easier over the last few years, saved a few of them, and they liked that I didn't take too much guff about being the water breathing superhero. I got invited to a cook out by a few of them. Nice folks, know how to work a grill. 
 
I realized my thoughts were scattering a lot when I became hungry at the memory of those burgers  when I should have been focusing on watching Doctor Bench. He too had disarmed, but then his eyes fell on me, "Eel, you're still bleeding." 
 
Oh, so that's why my thoughts were going catawampus. Blood loss is a hell of a thing.
 
"Sorry, I thought I'd staunched it," I said.
 
Valerosa looked at the Doctor, "Can you help him here, now? You took his regeneration away...." 
 
"Yes yes I always keep my tools nearby. I'll tend to his wound, if, ii you'll trust me?" He looked over at me, "I can understand why you wouldn't."
 
"You think?" Hussar remarked acidly. Clearly he wanted to hold a bit of a grudge, possibly on my behalf, but then again more likely he was understandably annoyed that we'd all be put in danger.
 
While it was a human reaction, I did my best to make a keep it civil gesture, only to realize I was loosing coordination, "I trust you, Doctor. But make it quick and clean?"
 
"It's going to hurt," He warned as I cleared the way for access to the wounded shoulder, "The local needs time to take effect." 
 
He followed up by cleaning the wound, then drawing the needle to administer that.
 
My pain threshold was also somewhat reduced without my powers. Machismo would have to do, "Party on" I told him.
 
The shot didn't hurt really. The tinkering in my wound, however?  Bench had nimble fingers, smooth expertise, and he got to the bullet fast, but when he yanked it out, I realized I was about to make one of those embarrassing 'oh I'm a mortal in pain sounds' like 'Ow!' or 'Dammit' or 'Holy excrement' ... I felt a ludicrous need to keep tough in front of the rookies and my girl, even if the latter knew better.
 
He yanked. Pain spiked. I sang  transforming my gasp as I did so, "OOOoooklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain!"
 
Oh yeah, that's a warrior's call right there.
 
Jaws dropped among the rookies. Clearly they were struck speechless by my virile display of manly endurance even while I was depowered.
Yeah, I'm sticking with that theory.
 
"I love Broadway" Pogo clapped her hands as the Doctor who had tried to kill me, now stitched me up. Pogo then proceeded to list her top five, which changed at least as many times as she sorted them out.
Valerosa looked at Bench, "You depowered him, how long does that last?" 
Bench looked ashamed, then, a bit mortified, and mumbled something.
"A-hem?" She made the sound a question and a demand for clarity.
 
He cleared his throat "The particles that have infused in his epidermis and are inhibiting his powers can be wiped away with an alcohol rub."
 
"You're kidding," Bramble blinked,  "You just wipe it off? I've got neighbors that would cure him with a party, they are sloppy ass drunks."
 
"Well, I didn't want it to wash off with water," the poor man rambled "The man dives into it regularly...And I wasn't exactly going to tell him how I..."
 
I smiled, "Thank you, Doctor. I get it. After the wipe, how long till my powers come back?"  I felt like a great weight I wasn't aware of had just been taken from me. I liked my powers. Mostly because they helped me save people, but also because, well, come on, they're just neat.  As long as I didn't grow gills or scales or something anyway.
 
"The longer it stays on you, the longer it takes to recede as it builds up. Do it in the next two hours, and you should feel your powers coming back fully within forty-eight hours," he told me "If you wait six hours, probably closer to seventy hours to recover."
"Right, " I said, and looked at Valerosa , then suggestively waggled an eyebrow, "I could use some help with that."
"Yes, of course I'll wipe you down when we get home" Valerosa said as if I were a bit dim for even asking, "But I have to tell you, who ever told guys the eyebrow waggle was sexy did  all men a disservice." 
"THANK you," Bramble threw up her hands,  and wobbled a bit in her arboreal cast "Like yank a girl out of the moment."
 
"I thought it was playful," Aspirant dared to venture.
 
"Kills the mood," Trailblazer shook her head.
 
"It can be cute," Pogo told Aspirant, "And playful."
 
At that, the Newfoundlander started to waggle his brows, "And sexy?"
 
"Oh, oh god no," Pogo shook her head, "It's never been sexy."
 
The guy from Halifax STOPPED waggling his brows.
 
"Authorities are landing on the island with a ship and copter for transport," Viewpoint said, "Slime would like to know if we can go home now?"
 
"I want Dr. Bench treated kindly and need to talk to the authorities about how he needs help," I started to explain. Damn, looks like I might be depowered longer than I'd like. There was no way I'd tell them what they needed to know and get back in two hours. 
"No," Valerosa put her foot down, "Hussar, grab my wounded depowered boy friend and fly him back to the base gently, I'll be back in time to tend to him later. Aspirant, you were the good Doctor's head, you can help me testify to the police. I'll.. try to be back soon..."
"Why not just go with him?" Aspirant asked, "leave the clean up to us new guys. Except for Bramble's leg, we're actually in pretty good shape and even that she's handling."
 
"AHEM, I am senior acting member with the co-captains gone," Pogo declared, "But the rookies have a point. We can handle this. Besides you know you love him and you're going to be worrying the whole time until his powers come back and he's all healed fully so you might as well remove yourselves and let us handle it. Take our wounded back, Slime and Eel especially, maybe Bramble," A side glance to her. Bramble shrugged, and Pogo went on, "And those of us still up and about will  take over clean up."
"Yeah, I don't want to have to cradle Eel anyway, I'm worried he's a cuddler," Hussar declared.
 
My girlfriend betrayed me by snorting at that. Then looked about, "Better add Mayo to that." 
"I am, spent," Mayo admitted.
 
"But, you guys are sure?" Valerosa glanced over the team volunteering to stay behind.
Trailblazer, with a fat lip, and some bruises no doubt here and there, became the picture of confidence complete with pose of hand on hip, "Of course. After all, we're superheroes."
"Yes," Valerosa smiled, "Yes you are."
 
*****
 
I wont describe the rub down, except to note that it wasn't nearly as fun or sexy as it should have been. Though as exhausted as it was, that was probably for the best.  Almost as soon as we got to the base, everyone got medical care, and I got spritzed, wiped quick, and complete, and then put to bed to sleep.
"I'm not a toddler, " I pouted in my jammies too tired to realize that the expression did not jibe well with my assertion.
"TODDLE your ass to sleep," And she gave me the COMMAND voice.
"Rude," I commented, but went to bed.
 
I had one of those sleeps where you wake up unsure if you slept for four hours, or for twelve. I got to my feet, feeling better, but not super. Tried to stretch some, immediately regretted the twinge that put off in my left shoulder, and changed clothes to jeans and a very soft cotton shirt. Then, it hit me. I'd left my costume in the med bay! 
Crap. Crap. Crap!
 
Sore or not, I raced towards there determined to get my costume , and more importantly what I'd been carrying in the storage in the belt before it got lost. How long had it been? By now it might be in the washer, which is fine normally but not now. Not this time.
 
I came into the Med-Bay to find Ariana, also out of costume, and dressed casually. My costume was in a heap on the floor at her feet, along with some spilled medicinal alcohol. The outfit looked only partly cleaned, half shining, the other half with a few blood drops on it.
 
The only thing Ariana hadn't dropped was the engagement ring she now lifted up to her eye level. She had the oddest look; her mouth agape, her eyes shining and somehow larger. She was making little swallowing sounds. She had clearly just found it in the last minute.
 
Because, of course I couldn't wake up five minutes sooner.
 
But damn, odd as her expression was, that ring looked good in her hand. It would look fabulous on her finger.
 
"Wanna get hitched?" came out of my mouth before the safety filters could kick on.
 
Ariana whirled about so hard the ring popped into the air as she lost the grip. Panicking, this normally nimble, confident, athletic woman pawed after it like a bear going for salmon at the stream. I moved forward to help catch it, but she managed to snag it before it hit the ground, kneeling to do so.
"Sorry, my love, but , I believe that's my part in this," And I pulled her gently up, lowering myself as I did to one knee. She looked down at me on one knee before her, then back to the ring in her hand. She still hadn't said a damn word and I was feeling a bit panicky myself.
 
"I had a plan," I started to explain, "To propose after Graduation. RIGHT after Graduation. But you just became more and more perfect every day and it became harder and harder. Then I.. well ,the big battle came up. I wasn't sure why I kept it in the costume. I guess if it all went wrong, I wanted you to know what was going to happen, to show you you were the one, even if one of us wasn't going to be able to make it because.. well, stuff happens. Then I realized proposing to you when I thought one of us might die was really cowardly... so I just... didn't say anything. We won and I.... well, I thought maybe when the others returned I'd drop knee in front of our friends... then I realized I left it in the costume, and I lost track of time of how long I slept and... it was too late to do it properly." 
 
I was in danger of rambling. My eyes were hyper-focused on her face, trying take in every twitch of eye, every echo of expression. She still looked stunned and I wasn't sure how to read that. I had no idea how I was going to go on if she shut things down now.
"This is my fault," she said catching me off guard, "I .. someone pointed out that that stuff might still be on your costume even if it was off your skin and we wanted to make sure it didn't  infuse you again and then I was cleaning and I opened the spot in case you had something to put away and it.. it was there," She looked ready to cry.
That, still wasn't a yes, or no, and the sword of uncertainty hung over me like it was about to drop and stab me right through the heart. 
 
"Your fault? Yeah, you made me fall in love with you, made me feel... better than I ever felt about who I am, made me want to be better than I am. You're to blame for..." I looked at the ring, before meeting her gaze again "Well, that and all it represents. I love you. I want to spend every day we have left, however few that might be in this line of work for either or both of us, with you. Will you?"
 
That, perhaps justly, seemed to sink in better than 'Wanna get hitched?' and Ariana ..returned the ring to me.
 
I wanted to die. Right then and there, I wanted my heart to actually explode in my chest and not just in my soul and take me out of my misery. I thought we both wanted this, I guess I was wro-
 
Then she held out her hand, more particularly, her bare ring finger, "Yes." Ariana answered, "Yes. I want to marry you. Wanted it for awhile now." 
 
I slid it on her finger before she could change her mind and admired it. Pearls and Diamond dust. I had collected the former myself with care to get what I thought was the best. But the ring paled compared to how beautiful she looked and rose to her ready to kiss her.
 
"It was actually scary how much I wanted it," she confided, tilting her head up. 

I got the hint ,and kissed her, even doing a bit of a dip because damn it, if there was ever a time for that, now was it.
 
When we parted, Ariana lowered her lashes, "That was nice. I liked the idea of formally announcing once the main group was back... let's do that."
"Sure," I smiled "But you may need to hide the ring if-"
 
"OH MY GOD HE PROPOSED!!" Blurted out Pogo's voice, accompanied by a squeal so loud and high pitched I'm pretty sure the local airport wondered if it had lost track of a landing plane, "GUYS GUYS EEL PROPOSED TO VALEROSA COME HERE AND SEE..."
 
"or," Ariana continued with faux somberness, "We could let the others that are here know about it first."
 
"Good plan," I said wryly.
 
Trailblazer was first to answer the call, "He did? Oh my god," She zipped up almost  bumping me aside so she could see the ring "It's beautiful!"
 
"I thought he'd be cheap," Hussar's voice carried "Pearls?"
 
MOZEL TOFF Slime scrolled , looking much better than before. 
 
It helped we had learned so much about his biology over time. I ignored the stink and said "Thank you, Slime." then I looked at Hussar "Yes, Pearls. The Heart of the Ocean was taken."
 
"Huh?" he said adroitly. 
 
Quickly, I got pushed aside further and further as Bramble came in also to look the ring over and congratulate us both by focusing on the bride to be.
 
"Little crowded in here," I observed.
 
But Bramble ignored me. She now had a proper set of cruches and cast and needed the room I guess, "Nice work, Ariana. You reeled him in."
 
I groaned at the pun, and expected Ariana to join me, but instead she just looked smugly triumphant and said "I know."
 
"Aspirant, you have to see this" Pogo called out. 
 
"I know, I mean, I  picked up on it," he pushed past me "Excuse me, Eel. Oh, and congratulations."
 
"Thanks," I said dryly as I was kind of nudged out another five feet almost to the door.
 
Then someone put a hand on my shoulder, my good one. A reassuring pat of support and praise.
 
"Congratulations, friend Caleb," Mayo declared, "To her as well. I confess, I feared you might find reason to post pone it."
 
I realized that no one knew that this just how it worked out thanks to dumb luck and an early reveal, so I bluffed, "I couldn't hold back the love any longer."
 
The unseeing eyes gave me a suspicious look, but then he nodded anyway, "Nor should you. But the timing is better than you know."
 
"What the hell's going on in here?" A familiar and somewhat surly voice from below my knee level, "Why isn't anyone in the big chair?"
 
I looked down to Pinprick and damned if I couldn't fight the grin that filled me on seeing him, "Someone got engaged," And I jerked a thumb at myself.
 
"Ah, she found out you had the negatives huh?" Pinprick nodded faux sagely.
 
"Make way!" A voice drawled, "Robotic best friend of the bride coming through!" Mabel aka Brazen wasn't kidding. She shoved past us like a freight train carrying heavy cargo and we got out of her way.
Ariana looked up, saw her best friend, showed her ring, and this amazingly sensible woman and Mabel both SQUEEED as loud as Pogo did and hugged making a fuss speaking too rapidly in Spanish for me to follow.
Tornado spoke up  from above, "Fighting urges to threaten you if you ever mistreat the  niece who is like a sister to me, or at least give you grief about it or instead give you a fist bump. It's coin toss, mi amigo." But his grin was broad.
"I was considering you for Best man," I told him. Though in truth I considered Mayo too. I had been blessed with a lot of friends.
"Fist Bump it is!" He reached down , I reached up.
 
"Seriously though, man, you two are good together" He said, "And you didn't ask for it, and don't need it, but you got my blessing."
"Appreciate that," I told him and gaped at the growing crowed blocking my view of my fiancée  "Now if only I ever get to see her again."
 
"You lucked out," Arctic Fox told me as she moved by to join Ariana. That was her way of showing how she cared.
"True, true" I confessed. 
"Well," a calm yet amused woman's voice spoke up "It's official, we have a party."
 
"Lady Obsidian!" I turned to a woman who had been a role-model for me and so many others "I'll make room so you can fit..."
"No I'm too old to be squeezing into a these things ,and the med bay is not the place to do it," Dr. Vernon gave a sharp whistle after taking her helmet off.
Heads turned, Bramble fidgeted,  and it grew quiet.
 
"Okay, the medbay is not the place for this" there were some groans. 
"NOT..." She over rode the groans, "When we have a perfectly nice room big enough for the Ladies and the Gents to have drinks, snacks and more, on yours truly, " Cheers broke out in response, she let that have it's moment then overrode that too, 
"Everyone move it out. Some of us came in dingy and in costume. Might as well go change and don't worry about the secret Identities, from what I've heard, the new comers earned our trust. Now, get a move on all of you.  We start in twenty  minutes in the main area. Barring any emergencies, every superhero here is officially off duty while we celebrate some of the best news we've had in this base for years."
And everyone filtered out. My hand got shook several times and then.. it was just me, the woman I loved and, well, the boss.
 
Ariana caught on, "You wanted to get us alone." She grew serious "Bad news?"
"Just change, darling and as your engagement proves, that's not a bad thing," Lady Obsidian smiled "Also I get to give you a hug without having to elbow the mob" And she did.
Then she motioned to me, "Get over here, young man. I put two much work in the both of you to settle for a hug from just one of you."
 
I surrendered to the hug with a smile "Thanks. " 
The distinguished woman let us go "Now, how's my grand daughter?"
"She's grown as a superhero, learned more about her limits, " I looked at Ariana "We didn't favor her did we?"
"No, not that we were told about Bramble up front," Ariana gave our mentor a look, "But no favoritism. She's got a practical head on her shoulders, a bit stubborn but that can be a virtue."
"I noticed her leg," A worried look crossed the grand dame of our super set's face, "Clean break?"
"Healing fine." I said, "She'll be more than healed in time for college at least."
"Oh easily," Ariana nodded, "Plenty of time to pick one in fact."
 
Doctor Vernon is not often taken by surprise, but tonight seemed to be one of those rare exceptions, "She.. what? She told you this?"
 
"Botany major, I think. I might have pressed that knowledge not only was power; in her case it made her already impressive power more so. Plus a better pay check in life than some options. Kind of like someone kept hammering me," I reminded.
"I might have told her a lot of cute guys can be found on campus," Ariana  smiled "Besides, don't be surprised. That's what you were hoping for , right?"
"I was, I just didn't.. oh I could kiss you both" She grinned "I have so many suggestions for her."
"Don't do that," Ariana shook her head, "She needs to feel this is her choice or you'll have her dig her heels in."
"Yeah, stubborn, remember. Best thing to do is act like it's no big thing but you'll support her and are glad for her, then give her space," I suggested.
Vivian winced, "You're right. I better up the frequency of my wine subscription."
 
"Now what is it you wanted to tell us?" Ariana asked "We've been entering daily reports as best we could. Didn't know if you had time to read them, but the updates from your side were nebulous."
"They are," Lady Obsidian nodded, "Port Cascade was a mess. A big mess. We got some help. but they're begging us to stay as they need more than one hero. I told them the New Samaritans were needed here , then they offered some nice space for a new team to use and support on top of it.  In short, they're hiring. I'm going to see who out of us, new and old, wants to go there full time."
 
"Oh," Ariana said  taking it in.
"Wow," I nodded, slowly, to process, "Well, the new guys were never meant to be here long." And yet I realized that I'd miss some of these guys.  And the only thing worse than losing them might be losing friends from the old crew. Yet, it was going to happen, and, for good reason.
 "I'd like your recommendations on who you think I should ask first or in particular"  Lady Obsidian explained, then saw our looks, "Oh you sweet kids. You didn't get attached to them , did you? You did!" She didn't let us answer "It's their lives and their calling now. I may ask a few to stay depending on how this goes, but Port Cascade needs heroes. And no way am I giving either of YOU up."
"One minute you say don't get attached, then you say you aren't giving us up," I pointed out, "A bit of a double standard there right?"  In truth, I didn't want to leave Costa Sagrado anyway. I'd found my niche here. Found the woman I loved. Found a better hero. I suppose those could be in Port Cascade as well but, this had become my home. 
"If you live past fifty five, you get to be a hypocrite," The esteemed doctor said firmly as if quoting scripture then shook her head "Truthfully, either one of you could run a new team from what I've learned and am learning. But I've grown to rely on you and I won't be around forever. Besides," She gave me a look "You haven't graduated yet."
I smiled "You are not letting go of that victory, are you?"
"Never," Our returned team leader smiled, then looked to Ariana "Unless you insist?"
"Oh hell no. He graduates here, we have the big wedding in the cathedral" Ariana started.
"You do know I'm protestant right?" I said.
"Yeah," My catholic girlfriend nodded "About that..."
I gave her a look.
"Just kidding, heathen sex is fine" Ariana dimpled. 
I grinned like a fool.
 
"Ahem, Back on the subject?" Lady O pointed out "You've got about twenty, make that sixteen minutes to tell me your gut thoughts. It may not go the way any of us want, but you were in the high seat and you're not all the way back down yet. I need your advice."
"I feel like I'm being asked to do draft picks," I admitted even as I hastily thought about it.

Seems a bit harsh... 
 

The Protector of Harlem...
 
Luke Cage
 
 
Val      Char   Cost    Roll     Notes
 
40        STR     30        17-       Lift 6400kg; 8d6 [8]
20        DEX    30        13-       OCV: 7 / DCV: 7
33        CON   46        16-
23        BODY 26        14-
18        INT     8          13-       PER Roll 13-
17        EGO    14        12-       ECV: 6
28        PRE     18        15-       PRE Attack: 5½d6
10        COM   0          11-
26        PD       18        Total: 26 PD (26 rPD)
26        ED       19        Total: 26 ED (26 rED)
4          SPD     10        Phases: 3, 6, 9, 12
15        REC    0
66        END    0
60        STUN  0
 
 
 
Movement
 
Running:         9"/18"
Leaping:          8"/16"
Swimming:      2"/4"
 
 
 
 
            AGILITY SKILLS
 
3          Breakfall 13-
3          Climbing 13-
0          Stealth 8-
3          Defender: Teamwork 13-
             
            BACKGROUND SKILLS
 
2          Home Town: CK: Savannah, Georgia 11-
2          My Town: CK: Harlem 11-
2          A Black Man: KS: Civil Rights 11-
2          Ex-Cop: KS: Police Procedures 11-
2          Sports Fan: KS: Professional Sports 11-
0          Language: English (completely fluent; literate)
2          Luke's bar: PS: Bartending 11-
2          Ex-Cop: PS: Police Officer 11-
0          TF: Automobiles
             
            COMBAT SKILLS
 
4          +4 with Head Slap
10        +2 with HTH Combat
5          Rapid Attack (HTH)
             
            INTELLECT SKILLS
 
3          Concealment 13-
3          Criminology 13-
3          Deduction 13-
3          Hoist 13-
0          Paramedics 8-
0          Shadowing 8-
3          Strength Tricks: Power 13-
             
            INTERACTION SKILLS
 
0          Acting 8-
3          Conversation 15-
3          High Society 15-
3          Oratory 15-
3          Shadowing 13-
3          Streetwise 15-
 
 
            Perks
4          Harlem's Protector: Reputation: Will Protect Citizens of Harlem (Harlem) 11-, +2/+2d6
 
 
            Talents
5          You Don't Frighten Me: Resistance (5 points)
 
 
 
 
BOXING
 
 
 
            Maneuver                   OCV   DCV   Notes
3          Jab                               +2        +1        9d6 Strike
4          Cross                           +0        +2        11d6 Strike
5          Hook                           -2         +1        13d6 Strike
3          Martial Grab               -1         -1         Grab Two Limbs, 55 STR for holding on
4          Head Slap                    -1         +1        2 1/2d6 NND
                        Notes: Automatically Targets head [Loc 3-5]; No Effect if Target as rPD there.
 
 
4          +1 HTH Damage Class(es)
 
 
 
 
POWERS
 
 
32        Unbreakable Skin: Damage Resistance (26 PD/26 ED), Hardened (+1/4)
10        Unbreakable Skin: Lack Of Weakness (-10) for Normal Defense
10        I Saw That Coming: Knockback Resistance -5"
6          Athletic: Running +3" (9" total)         1
1          Iron Lungs: LS (Extended Breathing: 1 END per Turn)
 
 
219      Characteristics
 
163      Powers & Skills
 
382      Total Points
 
 
 
200+    Disadvantages
20        Dependent NPC: Residents of Harlem 8- (Normal; Group DNPC: x4 DNPCs)
10        Dependent NPC: Claire Temple 11- (Normal; Useful NC Position or Skills)
5          Dependent NPC: Misty Knight 11- (Slightly Less Powerful; Useful NC Position or Skills)
10        Hunted: Willis Striker 8- (Less Pow; PC has a Public ID; Harshly Punish)
15        Hunted: Criminals of Harlem 11- (Less Pow; NCI; Limited Geographical Area; PC has a Public ID; Harshly Punish)
20        Psychological Limitation: Protective of the people of Harlem (Very Common; Strong)
20        Psychological Limitation: Overconfident (Very Common; Strong)
10        Psychological Limitation: Running from the Past (Common; Moderate)
10        Reputation: Harlem's Protector, 11-
10        Social Limitation: Public ID (Frequently (11-), Minor
10        Social Limitation: Black man in a white world (Frequently; Minor)
             
            Experience
42        Experience Points
 
 
200      Base (Standard)
 
140      Disadvantages
 
42        Experience
 
382      Total Cost
 
 

Normally having the leader of the opposition incapacitated is a fantastic development, sure to lead to an after victory party complete with unhealthy beverages of one's preference, and cake! But neutralizing aforementioned leader at the cost of taking your entire group out at the same time is far from ideal when said bad guy's minions are still in play? Well, that a disaster. 
 
The tide shifted abruptly and without mercy against us. From the corner of my eye, I could see Trailblazer get kicked in the side by the empowered henchman who had decided he didn't want his fist burned a second time. Only the fact her natural protections hadn't faded during the psychic backlash of pain kept her from getting her ribs caved in! As it was, he sent her sprawling across the floor, and her flames snuffed.  Hussar crashed into the ground, disoriented, and got sucker punched by another assailant once he was in reach. The only other one I could see in the shadowed and chaotic setting was my co-Captain and lady. Valerosa had been a force. Stronger than the Mini-Eel set one on one, her might, durability, and martial arts training made her more than a match for any three of the goons. She was a professional, quick, and supporting any holes in our defenses the less tactically savvy had left open.
 
She was amazing. Then she always is. But the pain hit her too, and that moment was all it took for her to find herself with two of the Talent punching her in unison. One to the solar plexus, one to the jaw. Her powers aren't like mine are.... were. I am... was, always tough. If you shot me in my sleep, you better hope it was high caliber or all you'd get for your trouble was an angry North Carolinian who didn't appreciate someone making a BANG noise against his forehead while I was trying to get some shut eye. Valerosa shifted between densities and for her, it took some concentration.  It was a testament to her will power, and the fact she was no stranger to sudden agony in this business, that she managed to keep her density hard and resilient or that would have killed her. Ideally she would have shifted to ghost like intangibility instead.
 
Circumstances were far from ideal so it's amazing she stayed compact and unyielding, even if I worried she had slipped from diamond to mere steel. As it was, she was on the proverbial ropes. I had no idea how the others of the team were doing. The mental network had sent it's pain and clicked off as Aspirant went down being at ground zero of Ophiotaurus' madness. That was my fault. All of it was.
 
But I'd been beating at my chest far too much lately anyway, and there was work to be done. It was a hard call who was in the most trouble. Every selfish protective instinct in me wanted to take aim for one of the two trying to kill the woman I loved. But I pushed it down, and blasted instead at the goon about to finish Trailblazer off. Her own protections had gone out, there was no way she'd survive the gun aimed at her. There was another shudder, and the pulse blast came out a second time catching the guy in the torso and driving him back and out. 
 
I had recovered faster than my team mates from this. I'd like to say it was sheer willpower, but while I do have a certain pride in my tenacity (Which others have sometimes cruelly labeled 'pig headedness') the truth is, it was experience. Every superhero learns to cope with physical pain. Mental onslaughts are rarer, but after an Elder God puts you through a tragedy gauntlet,  other attempts don't hit you with as much surprise. Don't get me wrong, I still wanted to call for a time out and take two minutes  while the commercials played to sniffle off to the side and catch my breath but that wasn't an option.
 
Bully for me, right? 
 
That's when I got shot at again! Only blind dumb luck, distance and a bad angle for the shooter kept me from having a leg so filled with lead I'd set off airport security screenings when I walked in. I already had a round in my shoulder I was pretending didn't happen. No need to add to it. 
That's when Mayo reminded us he was still in the game. I hadn't realized, but the same backlash that had stung so many didn't even faze him. It was like he just let it pass through him, and made his move.
 
And his move was scary as hell.
 
He rose up in the air, a strange halo of violet hues casting shadows in a dozen directions. No, not casting shadows, revealing them. Mayo's voice reverberated through out the chamber despite being whisper soft. We all heard it, but we shouldn't have. 
 
"This way out of the Maelstrom, this way once more to the land you knew, I give you the power to make a difference one last time, and then you pass onto to the hidden seas of joy where you may finally join those who loved you. Spare my allies. To the rest? Bring Bedlam as Bedlam was once brought to you!"
 
And the shadows moved as if some dam behind them had burst open and was sweeping them forward on the Talent! As they did, they each took more individualistic forms; forms they must have worn once as flesh, but the recreations were imperfect to say the least. One shadow was now clearly in a straight jacket, but the buckles had broken loose and the ends of the straps now moved about him like snakes lashing and striking at the poor members of the Talent who he got near. Another shadow lurched zombie like while shocks popped along the surface of his body and head. He reached out and touched one of our foes and sent a charge through him. Yet another shadow held a large looping belt that caught fire and began to beat and burn the guy who had shot at me.
 
And each shadow was screaming, sharing their own brand of the hell they had been trapped in this place for decades with the unfortunate targets they'd been allowed by a mystic of the depths. 
 
"Let me out! My family needs me!" The shadow, oh hell, let's call him what he was, the GHOST in the serpent headed straight jacket cried out "Johnny needs his father! Johnny needs his father!" the fangs bit and tore at a member of the talent who, quite reasonably, blubbered like a little girl between screams.
One of Ophiotaurus' henchman fired at the ghost on him. It shouldn't be a surprise when your bullet goes through a haunt, but his eyes still widened as the lead flew through the shadow to hit the wall behind him. Still popping with electricity with no source beyond memory and madness, the lurching one caressed him again, causing the poor living man's to gasp as voltage from the other side electrified him. The ghost yelled "Why are you resisting your treatment? Why are you fighting your treatment?! This will go so much better if you let us help you!"
 
All the strength the members of the Talent had stolen from me didn't do them any good, as the guy who punched through one found out, only to find the ghost could very much affect him with a belt wreathed in ghost fire  that struck out again and again to the words "The Doctor will see you now! The Doctor will SEE you now! " each repeat of the phrase with an emphasis on a different word as the ghost struck out again and again.
 
Others passed by me, by the other New Samaritans, with hungry looks in their eyes, a desire to lessen their pain by sharing it. Perhaps out of envy that we got to live, and their lives had been taken from them by a place that had promised help, and failed in a time where such abuses went unpunished by law. 
"No! Not the innocent" Mayo declared "You go to Judgement... and the freedom it brings. Add no more weight to the scales!" He made a gesture I did not recognize, a circle with his hands which he blew through- and the ghosts were picked up by a new invisible tide, pulled out to another ocean I hoped not to cross for some time. And... they stopped howling, spread their limbs, and smiled as they were carried away to that 'Hidden Sea of Joy' Mayo had mentioned.
 
And they were gone.
 
Mayo fell to his knees, looking as if he might pass out if he tried to so much as stand up again. Ophiotaurus's men were a mess. Some were in fetal positions, one was praying, another was waving his gun around to this spot, then that, as if expecting the ghosts to return. They weren't as badly hurt as I had expected, not physically, the wounds caused by them seemed to be fading as if to follow after the ghosts that had afflicted them. But  they only healed so much, not completely, and I beat right now the more rational ones were wondering if their boss' health insurance plan included therapy.
 
Lots and lots of therapy.
 
Mayo had brought us time, I realized. Saved more than one of us from being taken out while we were dazed. We should, I concluded, probably take advantage of that. 
 
I shot the guy who was pointing his gun at shadows rather than us, sending him against the wall "Clean house ,and quick, Sammies! Before they recover!" 
 
"Before they can recover? I need new underwear myself!" Hussar declared unfurling his wings which had folded around him as if to act as a wall to hide behind during the ghost surge "Jesus!"
 
"is not to blame for that" I finished "Aspirant, you okay man?" I saw him rising. Good, he'd be needed. I had a new idea, and hoped our favorite Canadian would trust me enough after my last mistake. Trailblazer was still out. Mayo was spent. Viewpoint? Where the hell was... 
There was a blast sound that did not come from my gun and another member of the Talent toppled. View point's eyes glowed as he cradled what appeared to be a broken arm. 
 
Above us, was Bramble ignoring orders and poking her head in as a target. Well,  that worked. I'd have her wrap up foes we downed , the tide had turned again, and at this rate, there was no way we'd lose.
 
Ophiotaurus grabbed me from behind, holding a gauntlet blaster to my throat with a grip that was so strong, I was sure there was some low grade exoskeleton technology, "I can kill at least one God.  I can finish, at least one who kept a healer from healing. Good bye,  Fish Guy"
Just had to jinx yourself, didn't you, Caleb? I thought to myself and considered trying to slip the grip.
 
'I'm up, I'm up,' Aspirant thought to me 'But don't ask me to bring up that trauma again. Trust me, it did not help'
 
I abandoned the idea to break the hold. Too chancy. Right now, I was sure Valerosa was circling as well, looking for the best way to help me. Hussar thumped another Talent. Glad to see he was at least passing his time unable to help me directly productively.
 
Viewpoint seemed to be contemplating shooting through me to get at Ophiotaurus. Hard to tell.
 
'New idea,' I told Aspirant 'I distract him, you probe his mind... for these sorts of memories' and I visualized as best I could. 
 
Meanwhile my lips moved "Doctor Bench, you're a good man, you're just confused. I'm not a god, none of us are. But what we did, we did not out of apathy. It may have been the wrong choice, it may have been a mistake, and if you wanted me to hurt over that choice, you've no idea how much I've done that recently. But what you're doing, this isn't going to fix what happened. This isn't going to make it right. This isn't a cure for humanity. It's just more pain only this time, you're becoming a willing participant in spreading it."
 
"I can make sure you never make such another 'mistake' again," the man seethed, "And it's Ophiotaurus now. Doctor Bench believed in you and was helpless. I know better."
 
'Now' I thought to Aspirant 'Slow and gradual then build' and I spoke to Ophiotaurus, no, I spoke to Dr. Bench, "Ophiotaurus is the one who is helpless to help. You, Dr. Bench, did more good than he ever did. Ever will do. You have to remember that. If you only cling to your defeats and ignore the victories against the dark, you end up joining the Dark. Trust me. I've been there."
 
'Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs' Aspirant thought back at my advice on how to do this.
 
'Seriously?' I mentally retorted 'You're using that phrase on me?'
 
'American's don't own folksy. I got some friends in Alberta who can out good ole boy you any day of the week, now quiet, this is hard, like walking through a land mine field'
 
Speaking of things, or people, that might blow up any second, Ophiotaurus fingers dug deeper into the sides of my throat. He could rip really hard and tear it out, or he could blast away and just take my head off, "Trust you?  I did, remember? You have the audacity to mewl about your pain behind your life time of super powers that kept you sheltered ,and secure? The arrogance, the unmitigated gall. I've seen pain, I remember ... " his eyes got distant "I remember true courage. A thirteen year old boy, putting on a smile on his face for his parents, then weeping when they left because he could see their helplessness was killing them even as he died. I saved him, i helped him save himself, and I..." 
 
"He lived?" I asked. Clearly I needed to get off the subject of me. This was not an Eel moment, this was about the missing Doctor Bench.
 
"Yes, it so close but the surgery and treatment worked. The boy was a fighter I," A smile , not a sinister smile, no, almost beatific, filled his face and flowed into Ophiotaurus/Bench's voice, "I remember how I felt when I told his parents that it was gone."
 
"Must have felt wonderful," I told him "To save lives like that." In this, I did know something of it. I'd saved some lives myself. Mayo was right. I didn't thank  the folks I rescued enough. It might be selfish, but a sense of purpose , making the world just a bit better, was a form of happiness I wouldn't trade for anything.
"oh, it was,"  He said, his grip loosening, "I took the families, there and ours, out on a steak dinner. Doctors are supposed to keep their distance, you know? But to hell with it. There was much to celebrate."
 
"Only time you ever did that for a patient?" I asked.
 
"No, there was a young woman with a very rare disease, her father paid for that, insisted. She was a pianist," If not for the blaster hand still at my throat, this might be a nice conversation. Aspirant, I realized, was doing what I hoped for. Not going for the worst days of his life, but the best. 
We need to remember our victories. We need to remember those few times, those far too few times perhaps, when we added beauty to the world instead of ugliness. When we made it better. Bench had been making things better for people for years. I was hoping our resident telepath would help him realize that.
 
"Classical?" I asked.
 
"Yes, My wife and I went to a recital she put on just two years ago I..." His voice caught "My wife must be worried. Oh, my son. I.."
 
"They miss you," I encouraged gently, "They miss the real you, Dr. Bench."
 
"She left me" he muttered.
 
"No, Bench left, and when she couldn't find him anymore, she left Ophiotaurus" I told him in a tone of ruthless honesty. It was a gamble, but it was my head to risk. Besides, he needed to hear it, "I get killing me. I do think Dr. Bench should live though."
"He.. I .. was a fool," But the villain and victim holding me hostage didn't sound sure.
 
"You were a healer, and could be again. A healer, not a crusader, not a judge. a healer. I am so sorry what I've taken from you, and from your family. For my part in it. I may have made a mistake, and I'll have to live with that burden for the rest of my life. But please, don't let your rage towards me, however righteous you feel it is, rob you of everything good in this world, and don't let it rob the world of a loving husband and father, and a healer. You wanted to save tens of thousands; but you can't. I'm sorry, but does that mean the dozens, maybe hundreds you can save deserve to die because Bench was abandoned so Ophiotaurus could avenge the rest? I looked at the big picture once. The many over the few. Now, now you're doing it too, and throwing away a good man with a wonderful life on top of it. We gotta break this circle, you have to break it, Doctor Bench. You don't have to forgive me, but you can at least forgive yourself."
 
I worried I was blathering, that I sounded like an idiot. I meant every damn word, but sincerity, while powerful, isn't always easy to be sure of from the outside. Aspirant was the real hope here. Every memory of everyone Bench saved was was infusing his active thoughts, all the good he did before, a reminder of what he might yet unfold.
 
Suddenly the grip was gone. The gauntlet not over my neck, but around my shoulders, causing me to fight a wince as my wound was aggravated. And then? I was holding a mastermind, as he  sobbed into my arms. What the hell do you say in such a situation? There there with a back pat? Read him his rights?  No, you tell him what you hope will be true, then you work hard to make it so.
 
"It'll be okay" I told him putting a hand on his shoulder in turn and looking him in the eyes, "It'll be okay, Doctor Bench."
 
Kindness, mercy, compassion, had defeated Ophiotaurus where brute force might have cemented him even if we won. There was a lesson in that.
 
Didn't stop us from disarming him and his men, of course. We're idealistic, not stupid.

Five years in the making! Five days in the theater!
It's the kind of movie you would make, if you didn't have anything better to do!
 
 

One can only read and grade so many student essays before the accumulation of aggravation exceeds a critical level and one turns into the equivalent of an axe murderer, applying red ink at the first trivial flaw and excoriating the student's entire genetic heritage.  When one notices that happening, time to put that task on hold and go think about something else for a while.
 
So ...
 
Meanwhile, where's my axe?

Kevin Thompson / Kilgrave was difficult to build - I broke all AP rules you might employ in a campaign... this is balanced out by the fact that without his virus he has only his wits to protect him.
 
Kevin Thompson / Kilgrave
 
 
Val      Char   Cost    Roll     Notes
 
10        STR     0          11-       Lift 100kg; 2d6
14        DEX    12        12-       OCV: 5/DCV: 5
13        CON     6        13-
11        BODY  2         12-
23        INT     13        14-       PER Roll 14-
23        EGO    26        14-       ECV: 8
23        PRE     13        14-       PRE Attack: 4½d6
10        COM   0          11-
4          PD       2          Total: 4 PD (0 rPD)
4          ED       1          Total: 4 ED (0 rED)
5          SPD     26        Phases: 3, 5, 8, 10, 12
6          REC    0
36        END    0
27        STUN  0
 
 
 
Movement
 
Running:         6"/12"
Leaping:          2"/4"
Swimming:      2"/4"
 
 
            SKILL LEVLES
40        Minor Mind Control: +8 with Interaction Skills
6          Master of Mind Control: +6 ECV with Mind Control
 
 
            AGILITY SKILLS
 
0          Climbing 8-
0          Stealth 8-
 
 
            BACKGROUND SKILLS
 
0          AK: Manchester, England 8-
0          Language: English (completely fluent; literate)
 
 
            INTELLECT SKILLS
 
0          Concealment 8-
3          Deduction 14-
3          Lipreading 14-
0          Paramedics 8-
0          Shadowing 8-
3          Tactics 14-
 
 
            INTERACTION SKILLS
 
0          Acting 8-
3          Bureaucratics 14-
3          Conversation 14-
3          High Society 14-
3          Interrogation 14-
3          Persuasion 14-
3          Streetwise 14-
             
            Perks
3          Anonymity
10        Money: Wealthy (Can ‘get’ as much as he wants, when he wants)
 
 
            Talents
15        Lightning Reflexes: +15 DEX to act first with Mind Control
 
 
POWERS
 
 
 
[48]      Microparticle Virus [Original]: Mind Control 13d6 (standard effect: 39 points), Reduced END (0 END; +½), Area of Effect (10"; +1); Selective (+¼); No Range (-½), Blocked by Solids (-½), Only Operates at EGO+30 Level (-½), Wears off after 12 Hours (-½), Does Not Provide Mental Awareness (-¼), Target must Hear and Understand Commands (-½)
             
69        Advanced Microparticle Virus: Mind Control 17d6 (standard effect: 51 points), Reduced END (0 END; +½), Area of Effect (52"; +1½), Selective (+¼); No Range (-½), Blocked by Solids (-½), Only Operates at EGO+30 level (-½), Wears Off After 24 Hours (-¼), Does Not Provide Mental Awareness (-¼), Target must Hear and Understand Commands (-½)
 
 
101      Characteristics
 
183      Powers & Skills
 
271      Total Points
 
 
 
150+    Disadvantages
35        Enraged: Does not get his way (Very Common), go 14-, recover 8-
5          Hunted: Jessica Jones 8- (As Pow; Limited Geographical Area; Harshly Punish)
20        Psychological Limitation: No Moral Compass or Conscious (Very Common; Strong)
15        Psychological Limitation: No Qualms About Killing (Common; Strong)
10        Psychological Limitation: Arrogant Prick (Uncommon; Strong)
5          Psychological Limitation: In Love with Jessica Jones (Uncommon; Moderate)
10        Social Limitation: Does Not Know How To Work With Others (Frequently; Minor)
 
 
            Experience
 
21        Experience Points
 
 
150      Base (Low Powered)
 
100      Disadvantages
 
21        Experience
 
271      Total Cost

Brings to mind, IIRC, Hemingway and the push to fight in the Spanish Civil War.  Glorifying fighting, when the reality is something entirely different.

For the applesauce...squash soup.  Done it with butternut;  whipped some up with a couple acorn squashes, and going through it right now.
 
Basically, with acorns...halve them lengthwise with a large chef's knife.  Strip out the seeds and stringy gunk...this is arguably easiest on acorn squashes, of the various squashes I've used for this.  (Pie pumpkin and butternut.)  You can wash off the gunk and save the seeds for roasting, but I got all of about 2 ounces from 2 squashes...didn't bother.  
 
Place in an oven-safe dish or two, cut side up;  dress with salt and olive oil.  I also sprinkle on some ground chiles;  pumpkin pie spice, five spice, or garam masala would also be plausible.  Roast @ 350 for 45 minutes to an hour.  Remove from oven;  let cool.  The flesh can be separated from the skin relatively easily at that point.
 
I got a kilo out of both squashes.  I cored 2 granny smith apples...leave the skins on...and added a half liter of unsweetened vanilla almond milk.  (No fat, no sugar.  Not at this point anyway.)  Everything into the blender until everything is integrated;  it wasn't going to puree to smooth, but that's OK.  I split into servings...in my case, about 300 grams per...and tossed into fridge.
 
To cook:  take out a serving.  I've got a personal, smoothie blender;  it does do a great job at pureeing.  Add a good bit more almond milk...probably about 1/3 of the pureed squash, but play with it.  Add sweetener, salt and seasonings (see above), and puree.  The target is to get it to pour.  Then just heat it gently on the stove, or in the microwave.
 
So the applesauce just replaces the Granny Smiths I used.  With acorn squash, the final flavor's fairly mild.  Butternut has a bit more flavor;  pie pumpkins have the most, of the ones I've tried.  Those are only available for a fairly short time, tho.

Is a .pdf the best way to drop a character into a message?  I was using HDv2.42, then saw that there was a newer version (and purchased it), so I could also drop the .hdc files if anyone has interest.  I haven't been active on this board for so long (at least 9 years) that I forgot my old username.
 
I should also probably have mentioned that all of these will be in 5th Edition...

And the last one for today...  The Man with No Fear... Daredevil
 
Daredevil
Val         Char     Cost      Roll       Notes
15           STR         5              12-          Lift 200kg; 3d6 [3]
26           DEX       48           14-          OCV: 9/DCV: 9
18           CON      16           13-
18           BODY    16           13-
18           INT         8              13-          PER Roll 15-
17           EGO       14           12-          ECV: 6
18           PRE        8              13-          PRE Attack: 3½d6
10           COM      0              11-
6/21       PD          3              Total: 6/21 PD (0/3 rPD)
7/18       ED          3              Total: 7/18 ED (0/3 rED)
5              SPD        14           Phases: 3, 5, 8, 10, 12
8              REC       2
36           END       0
35           STUN     0
 
Movement
Running:               6"/12"
Leaping:               3"/6"
Swimming:          2"/4"
Swinging:            10"/20"
 
 
                SKILL LEVELS
5              Trained by Stick: +1 with Martial Arts
3              Billy Club Master: +1 OCV with Billy Club
1              Spacial Awareness: +1 OCV with thrown Billy Club
                 
                AGILITY SKILLS


3              Enhanced Equilibrium: Acrobatics 14-
3              Enhanced Equilibrium: Breakfall 14-
3              Acute Hearing: Lockpicking 14-
3              Defender: Teamwork 14-
                 
                BACKGROUND SKILLS


2              This is My City: CK: Hell's Kitchen 11-
1              I Know the Streets: KS: Criminal Underworld 8-
2              Licensed Attorney: KS: Law 11-
2              Licensed Attorney: KS: Legal System 11-
2              Trained by Stick: KS: Martial Arts 11-
0              Multilingual: Language: English (idiomatic; Native, literate)
2              Multilingual: Language:  Braille (completely fluent; Literate only)
2              Multilingual: Language: Spanish (fluent conversation)
2              Licensed Attorney: PS: Attorney 11-
                 
                COMBAT SKILLS


10           Spacial Awareness: Defense Maneuver I-IV
10           Wields Two Billy Clubs: Two-Weapon Fighting (HTH)
5              Good in a Crowd: Rapid Attack (HTH)
1              Two-Weapon Fighter: WF: Off Hand (+1 DCV with Weapon in Off Hand)
                 
                INTELLECT SKILLS


3              Sharp Mind: Deduction 13-
3              Cut Man: Paramedics 13-
3              Trained by Stick: Security Systems 13-
3              Trained by Stick: Shadowing 13-
 
                INTERACTION SKILLS


3              Defense Attorney: Oratory 13-
3              Trained by Stick: Stealth 14-
3              Trained by Stick: Streetwise 13-
 
                PERKS
3              Daredevil: Reputation: Protects Hell's Kitchen (Residents of Hell's Kitchen) 11-, +3/+3d6
3              Attorney: Money: (over $300K Annual Salary)
1              Passed the Bar: Fringe Benefit: License to practice Law
 
                TALENTS
6              Sense Attacks Coming: Combat Luck (3 PD/3 ED)
 
 
Martial Arts - Trained by Stick
 
                Maneuver                                          OCV      DCV      Notes
4              Atemi Strike                                       -1            +1           2½d6 NND
5              Block                                                     +1           +3           Block, Abort
4              Choke                                                   -2            +0           Grab One Limb; 2½d6 NND
5              Cross * / Flying Kick                      +1           -2            8d6 Strike
4              Dodge                                                   --             +5           Dodge, Affects All Attacks, Abort
4              Disarm                                                  -1            +1           Disarm; 30 STR to Disarm roll
4              Elbow Strike * / Snap Kick           +0           +2           6d6 Strike
4              Escape                                                  +0           +0           35 STR vs. Grabs
4              Foot Push                                             +0           +0           35 STR to Shove
3              Hold                                                       -1            -1            Grab Two Limbs, 30 STR for holding on
5              Hook * / Side Kick                           -2            +1           8d6 Strike
4              Jab * / Front Kick                             +2           +0           6d6 Strike
3              Legsweep                                            +2           -1            5d6 Strike, Target Falls
3              Sacrifice Throw                                 +2           +1           4d6 Strike; You Fall, Target Falls
3              Takedown                                            +1           +1           4d6 Strike; Target Falls
3              Throw                                                    +0           +1           4d6 +v/5, Target Falls
 
1              Weapon Element: Jo Sticks *
4              +1 HTH Damage Class(es)
 
POWERS           
 
15           Billy Club: Multipower, 30-point reserve, OAF (Billy Club; -1)
1u           1) Jo Stick: Hand Attack +3d6, Reduced END (0 END; +½); H-To-H Attack (-½)
1u           2) Swingline: Swinging 10"; Lockout (-1/2)           1
1u           3) Thrown Club: 6d6 P EB; Charges (1 recoverable; -1¼), Lockout (-½), Range Based on Strength (-¼)
5              Second Billy Club
 
5              Black Daredevil Costume: +6 PD; OIF (-½), Real Armor (-¼) plus +4 ED; OIF (-½), Real Armor (-¼)
                - OR - Red Daredevil Costume: Armor (5 PD/3 ED); OIF (Advanced nano-carbon polymer; -½), Half Mass (-3 DEX while wearing; -½), Real Armor (-¼)
                 
7              The Man with No Fear: +10 PRE; Only Against PRE Attacks (-½)
 
                ENHANCED SENSES


25           RADAR Sense: Spatial Awareness (Unusual), 360 Degrees, Discriminatory, Range; Not Through Solids (-½)
20           Parabolic Hearing: Targeting with Hearing Group
8              Human Lie Detector: Detect Lies 15- (Unusual), Range
6              Heightened Senses: +2 PER with all Sense Groups
3              Acute Hearing: Penalty Skill Levels: +2 vs. Range Modifier with Hearing
               
137         Characteristics
260         Powers & Skills
397         Total Points
 
200+      Disadvantages
15           Hunted: Kingpin and his Crime Syndicate 11- (Less Pow; NCI; Harshly Punish)
10           Hunted: The Hand 8- (As Pow; Harshly Punish)
10           Hunted: Daredevil's Rogues Gallery 8- (As Pow; Harshly Punish)
15           Physical Limitation: Blind (Frequently; Greatly Impairing)
20           Psychological Limitation: Driven to see Justice Prevail (Common; Total)
15           Psychological Limitation: Code Versus Killing (Common; Strong)
15           Psychological Limitation: Protective of the people of Hell's Kitchen (Common; Strong)
10           Reputation: Brutal Vigilante, 14-; +3/+3d6 (Only to Hell's Kitchen Criminals)
15           Social Limitation: Secret ID (Matthew Michael 'Matt' Murdock; Frequently (11-), Major)
25           Susceptibility: Loud Noises Lose all Enhanced Senses (120dB+ Noise, Sonic Attacks)
 
                Experience       
47           Experience Points
 
200         Base (Standard)
150         Disadvantages
47           Experience
397         Total Cost