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Altered Human | Altered Human | ||
FASERIP | FASERIP <br> | ||
F Good 8 | F Good 8<br> | ||
A Excellent 16 | A Excellent 16<br> | ||
S Incredible 36 | S Incredible 36 <br> | ||
E Incredible 36 | E Incredible 36<br> | ||
R Excellent 16 | R Excellent 16<br> | ||
I Feeble 1 | I Feeble 1<br> | ||
P Incredible 36 | P Incredible 36<br> | ||
Health 96 | Health 96<br> | ||
Karma 53 | Karma 53<br> | ||
Resources | Resources <br> | ||
Poor 3 | Poor 3 <br> | ||
Popularity 15 (Public ID, hangs around with mutants and the like.) | Popularity 15 (Public ID, hangs around with mutants and the like.)<br> | ||
Powers <br> | |||
Tracking Incredible 36<br> | |||
Lightning Speed Amazing 46<br> | |||
Phasing Excellent 16 Does not disrupt electronics<br> | |||
Paralyzing Touch Incredible 36<br> | |||
Talents <br> | |||
Guns, Martial Arts C, Criminology, Detective<br> | |||
Contacts <br> | |||
Crime: 'Sonny', ethical minor mob boss in Port Charles, city on Lake Ontario.<br> | |||
Espionage: Liv Gael, Inspector, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.<br> | |||
Journalism: National Post's crime editor, John Goodstone.<br> | |||
But | Max Phillips was down on his luck, wandering from town to town and never staying long. Once he had been a successful private investigator in Toronto. Hell, he helped the police and the RCMP! But he dug too deep into something. Someone put a bomb in his car. He survived, barely. He lost his right eye, all hearing in his left ear, and neurological damage knocked out his sense of taste and smell. Oh, and let's not forget (HA!) the amnesia. The year before the bomb was gone. After getting out of the hospital he was toxic to be around. He lost the girlfriend he didn't even know he had. So here he was, narrating to himself somewhere in Newfoundland...<br> | ||
I passed out, and later awoke in the now empty battlefield, infused with power. | What the hell! I must have stumbled upon an old battle ground! Natives and Vikings spirits are repeating their last battle. My God, what.. they're doing no... gah! That axe went through me... Ooof! I prop myself up and see two dogs fighting, one for each side. The spirit dogs notice me! I gotta run!<br> | ||
But they stopped fighting. They spoke to me, saying, "Let this not happen again. Stop pointless violence. Use our strength."<br> | |||
I passed out, and later awoke in the now empty battlefield, infused with power.<br> | |||
Orion Pax sped through the forrest with new purpose. | Orion Pax sped through the forrest with new purpose. | ||
Latest revision as of 05:20, 13 September 2011
Altered Human
FASERIP
F Good 8
A Excellent 16
S Incredible 36
E Incredible 36
R Excellent 16
I Feeble 1
P Incredible 36
Health 96
Karma 53
Resources
Poor 3
Popularity 15 (Public ID, hangs around with mutants and the like.)
Powers
Tracking Incredible 36
Lightning Speed Amazing 46
Phasing Excellent 16 Does not disrupt electronics
Paralyzing Touch Incredible 36
Talents
Guns, Martial Arts C, Criminology, Detective
Contacts
Crime: 'Sonny', ethical minor mob boss in Port Charles, city on Lake Ontario.
Espionage: Liv Gael, Inspector, Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Journalism: National Post's crime editor, John Goodstone.
Max Phillips was down on his luck, wandering from town to town and never staying long. Once he had been a successful private investigator in Toronto. Hell, he helped the police and the RCMP! But he dug too deep into something. Someone put a bomb in his car. He survived, barely. He lost his right eye, all hearing in his left ear, and neurological damage knocked out his sense of taste and smell. Oh, and let's not forget (HA!) the amnesia. The year before the bomb was gone. After getting out of the hospital he was toxic to be around. He lost the girlfriend he didn't even know he had. So here he was, narrating to himself somewhere in Newfoundland...
What the hell! I must have stumbled upon an old battle ground! Natives and Vikings spirits are repeating their last battle. My God, what.. they're doing no... gah! That axe went through me... Ooof! I prop myself up and see two dogs fighting, one for each side. The spirit dogs notice me! I gotta run!
But they stopped fighting. They spoke to me, saying, "Let this not happen again. Stop pointless violence. Use our strength."
I passed out, and later awoke in the now empty battlefield, infused with power.
Orion Pax sped through the forrest with new purpose.