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Priest and Hawthorne Investigations: A Modern Fantasy Adventure (Again!)

The pitched RP sounds lovely and it checks all the urban fantasy checkmarks that I maintain.

So I am very interested!

ABERRANT! The Nova Age

New York is pretty baller so I'd agree.

However, I'm also pretty much in favor of any major metropolis.

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Nora

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"A distraction would be most welcome," Nora said, nodding towards Sheri. "I am sure the good Sheriff will relish the pleasant company. It has been said that he is a man of many great appetites and boundless greed."

The hand resting on her sword finally relaxed as the carefully collected words left her mouth. Nora could feel the warmth of anger in her chest. The whirlwind of emotion whipped across her skin like sharp kernels of sand. She watched Skarsat carefully. He had made his point. That was fair. That was the risk Solange courted when she played her games. But he had gone too far. She would not defend Solange. The woman had to defend herself. However, Nora could not ignore the bitter taste in her mouth. She had limits too. And the Tork had danced on the very blade's edge of what she would tolerate. Violence was a weapon. Violence was a useful weapon. Still, like all weapons it had to be wielded properly, carefully even, and it had to be applied in just the right amount. There was an art to violence. A gentle dance, skillful footsteps matched to the rhythm of blood.

Disappointment was a bitter draught to swallow and Nora considered for a moment what sort of people Vargas had bound her to. The giant Tork had a temper. Tempers were a problem. Tempers had a habit of leading to problems. Problems inevitably lead to violence. And violence. Violence meant death. She hoped for his sake that Vargas would not hear that he had touched Solange or see the damage he had caused for that matter. There were rules. There were rules of conduct expected of all that entered the Faded Lantern. Unspoken as they might be, they were no less fatal if broken. Vargas was protective over his property. And more importantly Vargas had his own reputation to consider. There were consequences to damaging the property of the Lord without proper cause.

"I trust that we can all conduct ourselves as professionals? Yes?" Nora said with a cold glance that settled first upon Skarsat and then on Solange. A frown danced across her lips as her eyes lingered and she resisted a sudden urge to shake her head. It was too early for fools. It was too early for foolish bravado. And it was far too early to bloody her blade. "You may settle any disputes after we return."

"May you find cool water," Nora said in parting with a warding sign as she left the room, not quite managing to shake off the shifting dunes of anger she felt as she turned away from her two colleagues.

Dead in Depression - A Red Markets Quest

[X] - “ Come on, bud. Don’t you remember reading one of my op editorials on the Lifelines about the Mid-West StopLoss sites last March? It was a hit all over UbiqNet!”

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[X] - “Dios mios, what I would do to finish the last season of Indomitable if I had those glasses of yours. ”

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Onwards to capitalist adventure!

ABERRANT! The Nova Age

One phasing cape in the works. Very in the works.

Spook

Name: Olga Georgievna Zhukova

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Appearance:

short black hair kept in a modern pixie cut
gun metal gray eyes, dashed with a hint of blue
her skin is a warm shade of ash

black jeans, hand painted t-shirts, canvas sneakers, and synthetic bomber jackets
a dark pair of gold, retro looking, teashade sunglasses

Short Backstory:

born in
middle class upbringing and credentials

short stint as a career criminal in her teens
petty theft to breaking and entering
imaginative graffiti artist
one sealed juvenile record later, walking the straight and narrow path

Personality:
loud, occasionally brash
rebellious
idealistic
scrappy

Nova Identity: Olga moonlights as the vigilante Spook, your friendly neighborhood ghost cleaning up the streets one haunted villain at a time.

Nova Costume: A grim figure, Spook is swathed in a patchwork costume of faded black and gray sewn from tattered rags of eufiber.

Attributes

Mega-Dexterity •

Her eruption has granted Olga an inhuman grace and she moves effortlessly, almost as if she were floating like some terrible specter.

Mega-Composure •

Changed by her powers, Nora has become stronger at cost of some of her humanity. She feels emotions, but there is a dullness to her feelings, and she finds it increasingly easy to compartmentalize her experiences.

Mega-Cunning •

Following her eruption, Olga has gained a remarkable awareness. She doesn't quite understand it, but the quantum energies that surge through her have pushed her senses well beyond those of a baseline human and she reacts with an alarming speed.

Edges

Dreadful Presence •

Channeling all the horrors that she can imagine, Olga has found that she can fill those around her with a palatable sense of dread.

Danger Sense • (from Mega-Composure)

In moments of danger Olga sometimes feels a strange sense of foreboding, a quiet whisper that tells her that things are about to go very, very bad, very, very soon.

Quantum Powers

Phasing •••• (Variable •, Technique: Cloak •)

By placing her body into a state of quantum uncertainty, Olga is able to alter her phase state, shifting from one state of matter to another. She can turn her body into a liquid, flowing forth like water. She can adopt a gaseous form, drifting slowly through the air. She can turn herself into a being of pure plasma, no more than field of coherent energy. Finally, she can become immaterial, leaving her body in a quantum phase that does not interact with matter or energy at all.

Quantum Attack • (Power Tag: Vampiric • / Stun •)

Chill of the Grave

Quantum Sense •

Steeped in the constant ebb and flow of quantum forces, Olga can sense her rough surroundings by tapping into her quantum powers. With effort, she can even gain a vague idea of the capabilities of another nova. Less welcome are the signals from quantum events that spontaneously smash into her head and leave her reeling.

Transformations

ABERRANT! The Nova Age

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Sounds spooky. Like I said over priv, if you can come up with some other powers for her, they can easily be included. The average Nova is pretty strong!

@Dead Cruiser

Sounds groovy, I can think of some nifty thematic powers to match with turning intangible, but I'll spam you via DMs to shake it out.

ABERRANT! The Nova Age

The man, the myth, the platypus.

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Concept wise I think I've settled on a punk rocker (a bad one), turned vigilante with the ability to phase into and out of the tangible universe. Being super creative, I plan to call her Spook.

ABERRANT! The Nova Age

Low-level / Street Heroes sounds fine by me.

In terms of stats, I like the idea of players pitching powers and you (the GM) giving some suggestions for stats (I think that cuts out people freaking out because they find the stats confusing or whatever).

ABERRANT! The Nova Age

Interested, White Wolf RPGs are great, so any RPs inspired by them are always welcome in my book. That and I've been meaning to flex my superhero writing muscle to so I am hyped.

I'm really down to clown in any sort of context, I guess the only thing I don't really find compelling at all is the classic "teenage superhero academy/highschool" start (it just bores me on every level).

I'm a massive fan of using stats or some form of light table top rules to keep people on a similar power level. In reality, I don't think it usually matters nor do I particularly care how strong characters are, but by nature of the genre, superhero stories feel very dependent on good scale. My observation has generally been that it is harder to tell a nice story and have good RP flow if people are all over the scale in terms of power (e.g., it's pretty hard if your character is barely above a base human in power and my character can destroy the entire city without help).

My final thought is: please not a sandbox plot (lol).

Winds of Fate - A Thieves' Adventure (Semi-Tabletop)

Nora

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Nora felt a flash of confusion as Solange questioned her. She could hear the mockery in the other woman's voice. There was a cruelty to her humor and no kindness in her banter. Nora had dealt with worse. She had heard worse words thrown and spat at her. Criminals were as a rule far from well-mannered and the bandits of the Yhemerian Desert were not known for their kindness. Insults did not move her, but she had learned that she could not back down when challenged. Reputation and what might pass for honor among thieves were blades she kept carefully sharpened. She would not permit some common whore to chip and shatter her weapons. She could not let such a slight on her person go unmarked and she would not. A hand moved in a warding gesture and Nora considered the what price Vargas would demand if she cut the woman laughing at her down.

"I think you have mistaken me for someone else, harlot," Nora warned, staring down at Solange. The dessert bandit felt a growing disappointment. She had not asked to be saddled with a childish mad woman. She had expected some degree of professionalism in her new companions. She had hoped too much. She would not make the mistake again. She would not lower her guard. She would watch the courtesan carefully. Skarsat could drag Solange in chains onto the ship for all that she cared. Rags shoved into her mouth would shut her up well enough.

"I think perhaps you have misunderstood. Allow me to clarify," Nora said. Her right hand rested on the pommel of one of her swords and her lips were pursed in a grim smile. She looked politely displeased and violence danced behind her eyes.

"Vargas wants you on the ship," she said jabbing a finger roughly into Solange's shoulder in a sudden burst of movement.

"Vargas wants all of you on the ship. Vargas wants all of you brought back. Vargas wants his fair share of the profits," Nora added gesturing broadly with her arms as she loomed over Solange. "And he shall have all of these things."

"Dear lady," the bandit said with sarcasm dripping venomously from her voice. "You may be his business partner, but such titles will not protect you if you mock me again. Vargas prefers his property to be in pristine condition. I understand this. It is the way of men with wealth and power. Drunk as they are on wealth and water. But there are limits to my patience and I do not owe you mercy."

"I am sure Vargas will still find you to his tastes even if I return you missing an ear or perhaps some fingers," Nora began, mirroring a cutting motion with her left hand. She laughed, forging her anger into cruelty. "You will still be another pretty thing for him to keep here, for some time at least."