jamat's character builds

[jamat]

Hi all

New here and to the rules so thought I'd try my hand at posting my first character. Comments welcome.


Name: Mirror
Real Name: Charlie

Brawn: 1
Agility: 2
Mind: 2

Powers:

Teleportation 2 (-1 limitation only through mirrors or glass)
Gateway 4 (-1 limitation only through mirrors)
Dimensional teleport 1 (only through mirrors)

Armour 1 (mirror skin)
Special attack 2 ( light blast)
Duplication 2 (-1 limitation only reflections)
Stretching 2 (mirror skin)
Clairvoyance: past and present 2 (-1 limitation only through mirrors)


Mental Malfunction: Severely hatred of small confined spaces .

Advantages: Contacts
Disadvantages: Normal

Skills:
Investigation (find clues)
Medicine (first aid)
Stealth ( move silently, evading security cameras and alarms)

Points breakdown: 25 pts (Powers 12, Attributes 10, left over 3)


When Charlie was two his mother and father died in a car accident and Charlie went to live with his uncle on his uncle’s farm.

His uncle was a mean spirited old man and hated having to provide for his younger brothers off spring especially one so young. Being on a remote farm the social workers tended not to visit regularly and the old man took to locking Charlie in his room for days at a time to keep him from under his feet. This practice became more and more regular as the boy started to grow until his uncle only unlocked the door to feed him and this soon only happened once a day.

Charlie’s room was cold and damp. There was one bare light and a switch in the hall, which his uncle would put on while Charlie ate in the evenings so most of the nights were spent in darkness, controlled this. There was a broken metal bed frame with a worn out old mattress on it, two blankets and a pillow. Next to the bed was a small table, which Charlie used for eating at. There was a dirty old window opposite his bed through which he sometimes watched his uncle working the fields. There were two doors into his room one to the hall the other to a small bathroom in here was a cracked sink, his only constant supply of water, a bath which only produced cold water and a mirror.

With no one to talk to Charlie soon retreated into his own mind. Making a world for himself where he could see other children the dirty mirror in the bathroom. Here he would spend hours every day just looking into the mirror wishing he could be there with them. By the age of seven he was talking to these imaginary friends and they would teach him to read and write. Although for most part he was lonely Charlie was always happy to visit one of his playmates.

Around the age of nine Charlie discovered something truly amazing about the mirror in his bathroom, if he concentrated he could push his hand through it as if it was water, and if he wished hard enough he could exit into the bathrooms of his imaginary friend’s houses and actually play with them. With practice this ability became second nature to him, all he’d have to do is think of one of his friends and step through and he was there.

By the age of thirteen, Charlie had many hundreds of friends from all round the world. Other things started to happen around this time as well instead of having to think about his friends he could step through the mirror and exit into another room, he called this place mirror land as there were millions of mirrors stretching into infinity all round him. By looking into these mirrors he could see other rooms, streets houses, buildings, it suddenly started to dawn on him that these other places were as real as his own room that his mirror land was his connection to the outside world.

One evening after his uncle had passed through to him his left over evening meal Charlie went into the mirror land. He browses for a few hours until he came upon a little girl crying. She was about six years old and was hiding down between the bathtub and the sink. She was looking way from the mirror towards the bathroom door. Following her gaze Charlie saw a large man standing there shirt open to the waste belt in hand and he was shouting something at the girl. He steps to wards her and raises the belt. Charlie knew what was going to happen next having received a good hiding from his uncle on many an occasion. Not being able to bear seeing the young girl beaten or even worse Charlie surged through the mirror.

It took the brute a few seconds for his brain to tell him that yes the mirror had come alive and standing in front of him was a vaguely human shaped thirteen year old boy made out of glass. Charlie took advantage of the mans delay and went to grab his belt hand only to be stunned when out of his fingers shot a bolt of intense white light, as the brightness dimmed Charlie found himself standing over an unconscious body. Not wanting to be around when the brute woke up and not wanting to leave the girl in danger he did the only thing he could think of, he picked the sobbing girl up of the floor and leaped back into the mirror.
Back in mirror land he was able to calm down both himself and his guest. Sitting there with his arms round the little girl for comfort he soon realized she had fallen asleep. This allowed him to get his thoughts into focus and decide what to do. He couldn’t bring her to his room, his uncle would go spare. Suddenly Charlie hit on an idea. Waking the girl he asked if she had a relative she could stay with, she said her grandmother loved her but lived a long way away and since her mother had died her dad had stopped her visiting. He then asked her if her gran had a mirror, yes she had a beautiful table mirror in her bedroom that the little girl used to sit at while she had her hair brushed before bed. Charlie got her to describe it in as much detail as she could. Once he had a picture in his head he went into mirror land searching for it.
It took him three days to locate two mirrors that might have been her gran’s. Over these three days Charlie would revisit his room just before tea and wait until his uncle had left the food. He would then take it and re enter mirror land and share it with Jennie. On the third night Charlie and Jennie sat in front of the first mirror waiting for the inhabitant of the room to enter, much to the little girls disappointment the lady that entered was not her gran. Soon they were standing in front of the last mirror. Looking at them brushing her hair was an elderly lady getting ready for bed. Jennie jumped for joy it was her gran. She wanted to go to her there and then but Charlie held her back. It would be a shock for her if they were to just appear out of the mirror it would be better to do it when she was asleep.
A couple of hours later granny was asleep and holding Jennie’s hand Charlie stepped through the mirror and into the bedroom. Quietly he indicated to Jennie to go over to the bed and gently wake the old lady. Stirring from her sleep the old girl was more than a little surprised to see her granddaughter sitting next to her. She explained what had happened and introduced her to Charlie. There was at first a look of fear on the old woman’s face until Charlie realized he had taken on the appearance of glass again. With concentration Charlie reverted back to his normal appearance. He explained that Jennie’s dad had been abusing her and that he had stopped it. It was now down to the old girl to protect her granddaughter but if ever they needed his help to leave a message written on the mirror and he would come running. With that Charlie stepped back through the mirror and home.

Knowing now that he could make a difference to people’s lives he decided that he would use his abilities to protect the helpless whenever he could. The only person he couldn’t seem to protect was himself. Over the next five years he stayed locked in his room, his uncle would beat him more and more and he would do nothing about it, for some reason deep down inside every time he saw his uncle he reverted to that little boy that was first locked up in that bedroom all those years ago.

By the age of eighteen Charlie had help dozens of children to escape abusive environments and had learned to control his powers. One night just after coming back from rescuing a kidnapped child, he realized his uncle had not left any food out. Going into mirror land he looked through all the mirrors in the house to see where is uncle was. Finally he located him lying still on the floor of his bathroom in front of the toilet with his trousers round his ankles. Stepping through the mirror Charlie was hit by the strong smell of human waste, upon examining his uncle he realized he must have been dead all day. By the look of it he must have had a hemorrhage while on the toilet and died soon after. Finally Charlie was free, his tormentor was dead, but also Charlie cried for the old * now he was really all alone in the world.
That night Charlie put together a story that he had been away at collage and returned this evening to find his dear old uncle dead and that he had called the police straight away. After the police had left with the body Charlie went into mirror land and contacted Mark, a teenager that he had saved a couple of years earlier. Together they broke into one of the collages and Mark using his skills with computers doctored their records to say that Charlie had been enrolled there for the last two years.
As he was his uncle’s only next of kin Charlie inherited the farm and the land around it. Most of which he sold of for a good profit. Now he has renovated the farmhouse he lives there quietly. His neighbors say he is gentle and kind and willing to help them out when ever asked. Once behind closed doors Charlie becomes The Mirror Man protector of the innocent and abused. His house is a refuge for lost souls.

Not long after his uncle died he found the key to his room. Stepping into mirror land he closed his eyes spun round three times and with his eyes still closed through the key away. It arced through the air and disappeared through one of the million mirrors around him, lost forever. His room is forever locked now but when he is down or needs time to think he enters it through his bathroom mirror sits on his broken old metal bed and in some small way feel safe and secure


powers:

Mirror can enter another dimension that he has created from all his pain of childhood. This dimension allows him to view the world through any mirror he looks through in mirror land. Stepping through one of the mirror land mirrors gives him access to room where the mirror resides in the real world. Doing this quickly while in the real world makes it look like he is teleporting.
This power also works similarly for glass, in that he can walk through one piece of glass and appear through another although he cannot stay in mirror land while passing through glass. For some reason mirror land expels him quickly, as if he is attached to the real world by a piece of elastic thus his teleportation through glass is only for short distances and line of sight only. He can only enter mirror world through mirrors. But using mirrors he can move to any place in the world given the time.
If Charlie has looked through a mirror before he can locate that mirror quickly and either exit through it or with a small mirror to look through see what is happening in front of the other mirror. Touching a mirror also allows him to tap into the things it has witnessed over the years.
Another of Charlie’s extraordinary powers it the ability to take on the properties of the mirror. As Glass is a semi liquid in mirror form Charlie can stretch his body in all directions, and his mirror form is more resilient to damage. In addition to these powers his mirror form allows him to deflect energy attacks that he can see, reflect light, defuse light , store light and expel it as concentrated beams from his hands and probably the most unusual power is his ability to call forth his reflections from surrounding glass and mirrors to form duplicates of himself although they tend to be less powerful than Charlie.

[BASHMAN]

What a very nice and imaginative build. It makes me think "what if Lewis Carol and * were comic book writers!

[jamat]

Thanks for the kind words.

Does the build look ok stat wise? Is there any other way of creating his powers. ?


I will post a few more characters when I've got their stats written up.

[Lindharin]

Hi,

Interesting character! And yes, the build looks correct stat-wise. However, you need to clarify your Special Attack a little. You didn't take the variable enhancement, so you need to declare where the points are going: to hit bonus (added to Agility), damage bonus (added to Mind for ranged attacks), range and area. For example, if the 2 points go to buy Mid Range, that means you're using your default Agility and Mind for attack and damage. You might want to consider putting some of your extra 3 remaining points into it, and depending on your concept, possibly include the variable enhancement.

You could add Deflect 1 (Light Only) to handle the idea of diffusing/reflecting light. Because it is 1 point with a limitation, it would normally still cost a minimum of 1 point. However, you also have Dimensional Teleport with a limitation too, and I believe if you have two 1-point powers with limitations, you pay one point total for them both. So you can add that Deflect 1 (Light Only) basically for free.

You could add a Confusion or Daze effect to represent a non-damaging but blinding light blast. It could be in a multipower with your special attack, but since Daze/Confusion are in a different category (mental instead of combat, I believe), it costs 2 pts to add it as a multipower. Depending on if you spend any extra points on increasing your Special Attack, you might not have enough for this (unless you take a Weakness) in a 25-point build.

I'll think about it and see if anything else comes to mind.

[AslanC]

Wow!

That's a heck of a backstory!

Well done

[jamat]

Firstly thanks for the kind words and also the great advice on the powers I will try them out and revise the character soon.

OK here's another character background I wrote a while ago. I like this one a lot but have no idea how to represent his powers with Bash. Would someone kindly give me some pointers to get me going.

Cheers
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PATCHWORK

Nobody knew were Lucky Monday came from the only history he had of his life as a child was a news paper clippings he’d been given by the orphanage when he had turned 18 and was sent out into the world as an Adult.

Sitting in his little apartment he re-read the crumpled yellow paper again, as he had done millions of times before and wondered who his parents had been.
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The clipping read:

A local construction manager finds baby on building site.

In the early hours of Monday morning a small undernourished baby boy was found by Mr. John Matthews, construction manager for the new Palace Centre Mall.
Mr. Matthews was visiting the site on the bank holiday to pick up some paperwork for the following day when he heard a babies cry coming form one of the lift shafts.

Mr. Matthews stated “ there I was going down the stairs that rap round number two lift shaft when I stopped to catch my breath. It was then I heard a baby cry. I tracked the sound to the lift doors and removing the hording looked in.
To my astonishment there rapped in a blanket dangling from a piece of protruding metal was a baby..”

“ If you were to ask me I’d say the child had been dropped from the top of the shaft and had luckily got snagged up on the way down.”

Police think the child’s mother is young and in distress at the birth of the child. They commented it was possible that the mother wanted to cover up the birth and get rid of the baby.
The police are asking for help tracing anyone that may have seen the mother enter the building site to come forward.
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Another report a week later went on.

Building Site Baby doing well.

It has been confirmed today that the young child found abandoned on a building site a week ago is doing well and will be moved to one of the local state orphanages in the next week or so. The child, names Lucky Monday, after having a lucky escape and being found on a Monday, is said to be happy and smiling, with black hair and grey eyes.

The police again appealed to the public for assistance in tracing the child’s mother.

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Lucky finishes reading the clippings and places them back in his wallet. Waiting was the worst part of his job. He hated it, it gave him too much time to think.


Like the time he was thirteen and his powers first showed themselves. He didn’t have many friends at the orphanage, he’d grown up to be a rather thin pale skinned young lad with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes. Though he was polite and studious, people were put off by his slightly of kilter appearance. One of the reasons he hadn’t been placed with a family yet.
He best, and probably only friend was Jack, a small weedy looking blind kid. Lucky was jack’s eyes and his protector from the local bullies. The one time his appearance seemed to be an advantage, most of the bullies left him alone because in their words “ he’s too weird”
So there he is waiting for the signal thinking back about Jack. Back to the day they were messing about in the old quarry at the edge of town. How they had come across a group of the local kids torturing a stray dog, and how they two friends were chased and caught and beaten into not telling anyone what they had seen.
As the bullies left them bleeding on the ground. Lucky crawled over to jack and helped him up. As they started walking back home they decided to take a short cut through the old Miller place. In the overgrown yard at the back of the derelict house Jack stepped on some old rotten boards covering an old well shaft and plunged to the bottom before Lucky could grab him.
Shouting down to his friend he only heard silence. Worried that his friend was seriously injured Lucky looked frantically round to find something to use to get down the shaft. Finding nothing he crouched down near the edge of the opening straining to see if he could locate his friend.
I wish I could see him, he thought frantically to himself, as soon as the thought crossed his mind he fell back from incredible pain behind his left eye. Cupping his hand over his eye he was shocked to realise his eye was actually in his hand, still connected to it’s muscles and nerves. As he pulled so they stretched soon he had a few feet of cord in front of him and amazingly he could still see out of the eye.
Quickly he moved over to the shaft and lowered his eye down. As it got darker he realised he could still see. Soon it was near the bottom. There he found Jack unconscious at the bottom of the well blood weeping out a gash on his head.
Realizing his friend was in danger he thought of being able to lift him out, again he buckled to his knees as pain shot up his arms. Before his very eyes his left hand disconnected itself from his arm and went scuttling off over the edge of the well and down into the darkness carrying a handkerchief with it, while his right hand followed close behind but still connected to tendons and muscles. Looking up from his left eye he quickly spotted the two hands descending. Quickly the left hand applied the cloth to the wound and held it there while the right rapped its tendons under the boys shoulders like a sling started to pull itself back up the well taking Jack with it. His eye followed suit.

Once out of the well the eye flipped back into its socked and the hands reattached themselves to his arms, the only evidence that any of it happened was a slight red scaring round his wrists and eye.

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Still sitting there waiting for the signal he thought back again about what happened after that incident.

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Days later, with Jack making good progress, Lucky went over to the old Miller house again to think things through. He broke in and there in the dark living room he started to experiment. After the initial pain of each of his body parts being removed had subsided he found that further removal of the same part coursed him no pain but where the two parts of his body joined a faint red scare was left, these he kept covered by wearing baggy skater clothes.
Some how he could partly or fully detach parts of his body and subconsciously control them independently, he could also join body parts to make macabre little constructs to do his bidding.
These powers he kept to himself, which was easy as not many people had anything to do with him anyway.
A few years later Lucky turned 18 and no longer a ward of court so had to make it in the real world on his own. He and Jack got a flat together and soon after Jack got a place with a printing company making books for the blind. Lucky went from one dead end job to another until his luck changed.


There was the click of the comm. Unit going off in his head.

“ Captain the target is in the house, I repeat the target is in the house.”

“ Roger that, OK team this is a go, I repeat this is a go.”

With that Captain Lucky Monday was heading for the door, checking his gun and gas mask were in place. A quick sprint down the corridor of the old tenement block and he was at the flat they had been observing for the last two months. Finally he was about to put one of the biggest drug and sex slave trafficking rings out of action.

He was joined at the door seconds later by his strike team. The hinges were blown and Lucky was through the door in a flash. After that all * broke loss. Though his team went by the numbers the boss man of the operation made it clean away seriously injuring one of the strike team.
In the aftermath of the operation everyone was congratulating him on a job well done but that evening he headed home knowing that yet again he had missed the main figure in the dealing of the white * hitting the streets of his city.
One thing no one noticed was him pocketing some papers from the crime scene. When he got home he read and re-read them finding the vital information he needed to locate the scumbag.

That night Fredrico Mendez was partying it up with two of his whores and a bag full of his * at his hide away in the hills outside the city. Pulling himself away from the two beauties he went to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Turning round he came face to face with death himself. Standing before him by the air vent into the bathroom was a 6 foot tall shadow rapped in a patchwork coat gloves and boots. The only thing visible under the hood was a pair of red glowing eyes.

“ Mendez you have been found guilty of trafficking people, drugs and murder the sentence it death.”

With that the figures right hand shoots out from the sleeve of the coat and pins him to the bathroom wall. Mendez tries in vain to break free but the strength in that hand was unbelievable. Looking down he sees the other hand of the figure disconnect itself from the left arm and scuttle down its body and onto the floor. With swift movement the disembodied hand scuttles across the floor and up to the sink where it picks up the cut throat razor from its shaving stand. With a quick flip the hand leaps of the basin and lands on Mendez’s shoulder. The other hand in the meantime had moved up to Mendez’s chin and was holding him a foot off the ground by the throat.

“ Mendez this is for the lives you have ruined, the deaths you have coursed and the justice you have sneered at.”

With a quick flick of a disembodied wrist the razor slit the drug dealer’s throat. The figure before him watched as the live ebbed out of him and he was dead.

The next morning Captain Monday was at work as usual when his second in command came in with the morning papers.

“ Looks like Mendez crossed someone last night after slipping through our fingers. Slit his throat Just thought you’d want to know.”

When he was alone Lucky picked up the paper and read the story.

“ Justice will always win in the end. Lets hope this is a lesson to the rest of the scum in this city.” He says out loud to no one in particular.


Powers.

Lucky has the ability to disconnect parts of his body at will and subconsciously control them. He can put them together to form small animated beings depending on the situation. For example he could attach an eye to a hand to allow him to see at distance etc.
His skin has the ability to regenerate damage inflicted on him but where the body parts are disconnected he has permanent scaring (his body is chris crossed with them). He can also stretch his body to fit into tight spaces. He has above average strength and dexterity for a man of his size.
His body is so resilient to damage he once removed his heart and lungs, storing them in jars in his flat when he went on a large arms bust. He was hit a number of times but when examined in hospital later that night doctors were amazed they had missed all his vital organs.
Lastly his body adapts to his environment, if in fire his skin becomes resistant. If in the dark his eye alter to allow him to see.
As the bringer of justice he goes by the name patchwork after the coat he wears as his costume.

[BASHMAN]

Well Phantom Doodler had an idea that I think would fit your concept:

Hi all, here are some new powers I think need to be available:

Anatomical Separation (2 Pts)
This rather bizarre power enables the hero to separate his Limbs so that they may operate fully, from your body. Such body parts may float up to your Agility in squares each panel, and all parts may move at once. You may only attack with a single part each panel, however. Separated parts retain any powers possessed by the hero, and any physical abilities that body part would have (eyes can see, noses can smell etc). Once separated, body parts may be targeted individually, and they gm should determine how many Hits each separated body part has (as long as all parts add up to 100, or the characters normal total). So, for example, for 100 hits:

Head: 10 (eyes 1 each, ears 1 each, nose 1)
Torso: 30
Arms: 15 each (Hand 5)
Legs: 15 each (Foot 5)

The smaller body parts are also harder to target, adding to Agility when dodging, from +1 to +5:

Eyeball, ear :+5 Agility
Hand, Foot: +4 Agility
Head: +3 Agility
Arm, Leg: +2 Agility
Torso: +1 Agility

The hero uses his full Brawn to resist any damage, but once a body part has been damaged (removing all of its hits), that limb will return to be reattached to the hero as appropriate - a detached arm would return to the torso, a hand would return to the arm, a detached eye would return to the head etc

As for the rest, Stretching, Healing, Brawn & Agility of 2 each. Immortality Advantage (able to store major organs, re-attach limbs, etc),

Ability to Adapt to environments.... here is a way:

Resistance Power [Limitation: He can only be resistant to 1 thing at a time] & Super Senses [LImitation: He can only have one Super Sense turned on at a time] in a multi-power with each other. Each one should have a list of a few things that he commonly uses in these instances.

Another easy way is to just take Versatile advantage.

[jamat]

Thanks Bashman for putting some meat on his bones When I get some free time I will stat him up and add him to this background.

Anyway here's another character background. Apologies for no stats I'm good at creating character backgrounds but crap at getting round to doing the maths.

Hope no one minds if I just put up my backgrounds for now and I promise to add stats when I get round to doing them. Comments on the backgrounds are welcome though. Ideas on how best to represent their powers would also be welcome. (shameless plea from a lazy Welshman)

BLOODY MARY

Mary Chambers literally bought the house down when she was born. Mary arrived into the world nine weeks early, born to a wealthy senator, everything money could buy was set up for the early arrival.
Little Mary came into the world screaming her little lungs out and that was the problem, Mary was born with her powers but because she was premature her vocal cords were under developed and she had no control over the power of the sounds she made. After the smoke cleared over the ruins of the hospital the unconscious little body of Mary Chambers was found next to her dead mother and whisked away never to be seen again .

Unbeknown to anyone Senator Chambers was the head of an organisation that had infiltrated the higher levels of politics throughout the world and pulled the strings of many of the major decisions in the political arena.
This secret society had untold wealth and access to unbelievable technology. This Chambers called upon to help save his daughter’s life, not out of love but because too much research and money had gone into the creation of Mary to see it all go to waste. The fact that his wife had died was an added bonus in his eyes and he could milk it for all it’s worth in front of the cameras.

Nine Months Earlier.
Senator and Mrs Chambers were waiting for the results of the IVF treatment hopefully this time it would have worked. Their doctor calls them in and with a smile on his face tells them they are with child. Overjoyed Chambers tells his wife to go phone their parents to give them the good news while he talked with the Doctor about what would happen next.

“Are you sure it will work this time Doctor”

“Yes Sir the embryo has attached itself to the womb and is healthy”

“So which one of the genetics was used this time?”

“ Well Sir we used the sonic enhanced genetic code for this one as it showed to be most stable in the lab. All I can say is if all goes well the society will have a very powerful asset to call upon in the future.”

“Very well all we can do is wait and see. Thank the team for me and I’ll see you in 12 weeks for the first scan.”

Shaking hands the Senator leaves the doctor’s office and rejoins his wife.


Present Day. Location: A hidden lab somewhere in America.

The baby was drugged and kept unconscious for the safety of all at the base. One sound to pass her lips could spell death for all involved.
Senator Chambers had just arrived and was looking at his daughter through the view port. There was no love in his eyes as far as he was concerned he was looking at a piece of technology, something to be used and thrown away when not needed. Turning he addressed the assembled people.

“ Though the early arrival of subject 665 was unforeseen I believe that phase one of this experiment can be classed as a success. Doctor would you please explain to the members of the board what will happen next”

“ As you all know the fact that the vocal cords were undeveloped at birth has caused a challenge for us. The subject, although possessing great power is unable to control it but the boys in R&D have just completed an operation that will rectify this”

The doctor hands over to another man standing next to him.

“ What we have developed gentlemen is a locking system using nano chip technology. We have surgically implanted this device into the lips of the subject and with a controller we can lock the subject’s mouth closed making her powers unusable.
With the correct conditioning and training the subject can still become the killing machine we envisioned”

With that a man in military fatigues stands.

“Gentlemen it will be my job to train the subject in hand to hand fighting, stealth and infiltration. When on a mission she will have three teams with her. The primary team will be her controllers, their job will be to get her to the target and unlock her powers for the attack. Once the job has been completed and the subject is safely away the locks will once again be activated.
Team two is a back up if the primary team get compromised and the last team is there to take out the subject if she were to over come her programming”

The Senator then takes the stand for the last time.

“ As you can see the next phase is about to begin, with all the training and the extended time the subject will spend in the growth tanks we should have an operational assassin ready in approximately 36 months.
Gentlemen please raise your glasses to the next stage of our plan for world domination.”


Three Years Later.

She slipped quietly through the darkened rooms of the hotel suite. She knew her target was asleep. Upon entering she had signalled to her handler and the now familiar click sounded in her head telling her, her powers had been activated. Now moving over to the bed she used those powers to deaden any sounds she might make. Looking down at her target there was no hint of guilt in her eyes; this was just another mission for her masters, nothing more nothing less.
Emptying her mind she summoned up the power that was her birthright and focused subsonic sound waves into the target’s skull cavity. Slowly she increased the wavelength, the harmonics slowly bashed the brain to pulp. She could have done it quickly and with more sound but that would have woken the target’s wife and she was not on the hit list, Mary always followed the plan to the letter. When blood started to seep from the targets nose, ears and eyes Mary knew her job was complete and left as quietly as she had entered.

Senator Chambers opened the morning paper and smiled at the headlines. 665 (or as the lab techs had named her Bloody Mary) were a great asset to them anyone not needed in the society or were a political opponent was targeted and with it the society was getting stronger and stronger.



Five Years Later.

The attack on the underground lab came quickly and out of the blue. Before any resistance could be mounted most of the security were dead. This was the culmination of 18 months of intelligence gathering by the countries top agencies. It had long suspected a group of unseen puppet masters were at work in the government and now it was a realisation. The operatives instructions were to kill everyone and gather as much information as possible to bring down the groups inner circle.

In the lab Mary comes awake. Suddenly she was alone. There were still people around her doing their jobs but she no longer heard the command voices in her head. She also became aware that her powers were active. Just then a blast shakes the lab. Soon there is panic and chaos. To begin with Mary sits where she is, waiting for her handlers to give her instruction, but no one comes.
Then there’s an explosion directly outside her cell, Mary instinctively uses her power to form a solid sound force field round herself, this takes the main brunt of the explosion and as the dust settles Mary makes her move. Deeper into the base she goes into areas she has never been. Down she goes away from the fire and destruction. Soon she spots one of the techs that handled her and grabbing him in a sound field. Takes him with her deeper and deeper into the base.
After a while Mary rests she communicates to the tech through sign language. Asking him what was happening.

He explains about the attack on the base by government forces, that somehow they knew the layout and weak spots in the labs security. First the computer main frame and generator had been destroyed and now they were going round systematically killing everyone.. This meant nothing to Mary but with no computer link her conditioning had been severed, she realised for the first time she could be free of her masters.

Deeper and deeper the two went until she found a disused lab many miles beneath the city. There she made the tech alter the locking device so that she could control it with her thoughts. After it was completed she quickly killed him to make sure none of the new codes could fall back into the hands of her masters.
Next she down loading the labs database directly into her brain through the port in the back of her neck that her received her command through learning everything about the organisation she work for and her real history. There and then she swore vengeance on Chambers for making her what she was and for using her mother like a lab experiment.

When the coast was clear Mary crept from her hiding place and out into the world keeping to the dark areas of the city she went about the business of tracking down all the operations set up by the organisation determined to locate her father and make him pay.

Months later Bloody Mary came to the attention of the authorities after she beat them to a warehouse operation owned by the organisation. The staff, all thugs and criminals in the pay of her father were found by the government agents dead bleeding from their eyes and ears all the windows in the building blown out.
CCTV revealed that their attacker was a young woman dressed in red leather jump suit and a long white leather trench coat.

Today Mary follows a bloody path to her father always one step behind. On a few occasions she has even saved the life a some government agents knowing deep down that they are all tracking the same prey. Time will tell if she will find her father and extract terrible revenge and once completed will she turn from this path of self destruction and use her powers to heal rather than destroy the world around her.

Powers:

Mary is a mutant that has been technologically altered by her masters. Her mutant powers give her control over sound. She is able to concentrate sound waves into concussive forces that can pulp human flesh and destroy buildings, she can solidify the sound around her to reflect bullets and other forms of attack, she is able to lift herself of the ground and fly on gathered sound waves around her body and finally she is able to dampen the sound around her making it impossible to detect her movements and allowing her to creep quietly about undetected. The major draw back is her inability to control her voice upon opening her mouth the sound omitted can kill thus speech of any sort is not available to her and she has learned sign language to communicate.
The technological implants also help her control her power for example the locking device in her mouth this means she can sleep knowing she won’t wake up to find the buildings around her destroyed because she made a noise while dreaming. Her eye sight has also been improved by implants allowing her to see in the dark and at great distances. Her hearing implants allow her to hear all sound around making it very difficult to surprise or ambush her. Finally the implant in the back of her neck allows her to port into any computer system and within minutes retrieve the data she is searching for.

[jamat]

In case anyone is interested in reading some more of my character backgrounds here's another one for you.


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WOLF’S BANE

HISTORY:
Maximus Bremark was a werewolf hunter, like his father before him and his father before him. Maximus could track his linage for ten unbroken generations. His tools of the trade were a mystical set of armour, and a glowing eldritch sword and shield. Maximus was a proud man and followed the traditions of his family with great honour.
Hunting werewolves was a passion and a calling. But lately he had noticed his enemies were getting bolder grouping together, many times in the last few months he had nearly been trapped and killed. This turn of events worried Maximus, his family, Helaina his wife, and Kulic his young son he knew were safe. He made sure that he stayed away from them so there would be no connection that the enemy could exploit, but still he had started to worry more and more about their safety.
After one really bad hunting trip Maximus decided that he was getting too old and careless and that if he were to die now who would teach his son the skills he would need to carry on the good fight.
To this end, in the middle of the night Maximus crept into their house, waking his wife he instructed her to get the boy ready to travel they were going to leave the area, leave the country and head for America were they could be a proper family without all the danger that went with his life.
Maximus had great abilities but he was careless that night and it wasn’t long before the enemy was snapping at his heels. For four days he managed to keep one step ahead of them. Eventually though the inevitable happened, as Maximus was ushering his family onto a plane they attacked. Maximus fought bravely but he couldn’t be in two places at once and it wasn’t long before they dragged his wife screaming from his arms. Knowing her husband could not safe them all her last desperate cries were for their son. Save him Maximus save our boy, was the last words he was ever to hear his wife speak.
Knowing there was no help for his wife now he grabbed the terrified boy and fled into the darkness. Five weeks later a middle aged widower and his young son bought a small house in a small town in a very quiet part of America. His name was Max Bremer and it wasn’t long before he opened up a bookshop.
For many years the Bremer’s lived a happy quiet life, rumour had it that Mr Bremer was once a world class fencing instructor before his wife’s death and it was a common site for father and son to be seen practicing on their front lawn in the summer evenings.
By the time the Robert Bremer was 18 he had grown into a tall athletic young man following his father in looks and personality, although there was gentleness in him that the locals thought must have been inherited from his mother.
Peace ended when Robert’s father came home early from the shop, he looked terrible and was bleeding from many wounds. Max refused to tell his son what was wrong but to pack they had been found and they had to run.
Over the next few weeks they moved from motel to motel not staying long always paying in cash. It was while they travelled that Max told Robert about their true identity His family history and his mother’s death. Kulic argued with his father that they should stand and fight that they should avenge his mother’s death but Maximus would have none of it, he would keep his promise to his wife and keep his son safe.
Soon time ran out for them and they were left with nowhere to run, the last battle of Maximus Bremark, Werewolf hunter and father took place at an old disused rail yard. Dressed again in the black armour and carrying the eldritch sword of his ancestors he fought a great fight giving no quarter and expecting non. All the time protecting his son with sword shield and his own body when need arose it was too little too late as he lay dying in his son’s arms with five werewolves circling their prey he asked his son for forgiveness for not saving him. Kulic covered with his father’s blood laid the dying man gently on the ground and slowly picking up his father’s sword turned to face the enemy with hatred and vengeance in his heart. To this day Kulic is still shocked at what happened to him that night, as he turned, sword in hand ready to die next to his father a warm glow spread over his body raising the sward as the first enemy attacked he noticed his hand was covered in metal and the sword a blue nimbus of eldritch energy as the heat inside him built more armour appeared on his body until he was encased in a shell of black glossy metal. The heat kept on building until it consumed him he fed it with all his anger and hatred and charged his would be killers.
With his last strength Maximus watched as his son took down five werewolves he was a demon a killer an avenging angel his father loved him and hated having to pass to him the burden of responsibility that he had so long run away from. He was also very proud of what his son had become and based over into the after live knowing there was a new angel of death walking the earth from that night on and wow betide the evil that crossed his path.
As the heat in Kulic died he looked round to see five dead men on the ground at his feet and his armour and sword gone though the battle had left its mark on him, having looked evil in the eye that night his hair had for ever gone white.
Kulic went to his father then and carried him gently away from the battlefield to a small wooded area where he laid him to rest in an unmarked grave so that the enemy could never again hurt him. Standing there by the grave of his father Kulic vowed to carry on the fight, to protect the innocent and destroy evil in what ever form it took.
Months later Kulic crept back into their old house and took a few personal things that belonged to his father, his mother’s wedding ring and an old wooden box containing eight large gem stones, a diary and a note which read
“ Dear son if you are reading this then something has happened to me take these gems and sell them use the money to start a new live, look after your mother’s ring it is all we have of her and read the diary it contains all you need to know of the family and the power of the mystical armour that was his by blood. God bless and protect you son for I could not. Your ever loving father.”

2007 twelve years have gone by since Kulic lost his father he owns his own bookshop dealing with the occult and legends and he is doing well. He has come to terms with his loss though some nights he is awaken by bad dreams. He know to that his father would be proud of him also as he uses his powers to help others, the city around him are full of extraordinary people with extraordinary abilities and every now and then he fights along side them his sword glowing and his eyes blazing with eldritch fire, righting the wrongs of others and destroying evil.
When his is in one of his darker modes he will go away for weeks at a time returning to his normal live when he’s had time to exercise his demons, on these trips he lets his anger and hatred rule his thoughts and at times like this every werewolf he finds becomes his prey.

General Note : the armour’s appearance has changed over the centuries to best fit in with the world around it and how the wearer see it. Being surrounded by modern day superheroes the armour has taken on a slightly hi-tech look. Kneel length boots, body hugging body plates and a trench coat over the top. The helmet has been replaced by rap round shades and Kulic wears his hair long.

[jamat]

Well even though no one has any comments from the number of hits this thread is getting at least my character backgrounds are being read

So here's another one.


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RED DRAGON
Matthew’s parents lived in a boring house , Cardiff South Wales. They had boring jobs, and Matthew knew from an early age that he didn’t want to end up as boring as them

As Matthew grew up he started to get into trouble, first shop lifting then as he got older things got more serious steeling cars and breaking into houses. Finally he was expelled from school.

Not having to attend school gave Matthew even more time on his hands he carried on his criminal activities. It wasn’t long before he came to the attention of a local thug named Morgan. Morgan ran a small operation out of a warehouse in an area of the Cardiff docklands called Tiger Bay. Morgan controlled the local prostitutes, casinos, smuggling (both goods and people) and protection. Matthew was invited to meet Morgan and nobody refused Morgan so Matthew nervously went along.

At the warehouse Morgan asked the 16 year old what he wanted out of live.

“That’s easy. Money and respected. But most of all I don’t want to end up working my life away like my parents, I want excitement and adventure.”

“Good then we may be of help to each other. I want to offered you a place with my team. It would be small work to begin with but once you find your feet you could become a respected member of this community.”

Matthew couldn’t believe his luck.

“Yes I want the job and no way am I going to let you down Mr. Morgan.”

“Good lad now go with Tony over there and he’ll give you your first assignment.”

Tony was a big bruiser, he used to be a boxer before it was found out he was taking dives for Morgan, although nothing could be proven against the boss. Tony ran Morgan’s protection arm of the business and this was where they saw Matthew starting.

Over the following months Tony accompanied Matthew to the retail area of the housing estate he lived on and instructed him in the finer art of extracting money from the shop owners.

After about a year Tony let the boy run the south side of Cardiff’s protection racked. Now Matthew had what he always wanted Money, excitement and respect (or fear depending on which side of a well placed fist you were on).
His parents by this time disowned him and the community started to shun them for allowing their boy to go bad. So one morning on the way to work Matthew’s dad approached his son to try and talk sense into him.

As this was going on Tony came round the corner. Seeing Tony the boy turned to leave, it was then that Matthew’s father grabbed his arm.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me I haven’t finished with you yet.”

The boy spun round and looked directly into his father’s eyes.

“Take your hands of me old man. I will have respect even from you.”

“Respect, you don’t deserve respect you are the * people scrape off their shoes..”

By now Tony was level with the two men. Matthew wanting to loss face with both Tony and the boss swung his fist hard into the older man’s face. There was a sound of cartilage breaking and his father staggers and drops to his knees. Turning Matthew walks over to Tony and they leave.

“ Who was that then boy.”
“ No one, just a mark that didn’t show me some respect, forget him. So what have you got in store today.”

“ The boss wants you, me and a couple of the lads to go and give some old * a message from him. It looks like he’s muscled in on the bosses import export business but won’t pay the protection.”

They arrived at Wolf Import and Export twenty minutes later.
Things didn’t go quite to plan. The old boy resisted to the point that he actually struck Tony a good left hook that staggered the big thug. Like Matthew earlier Tony couldn’t let his boys see this go without punishment so he laid into the old boy with both fists. What was left was not recognisable. Matthew and two others pulled him of the dead body and left as quickly as they could but not before Tony ordered the warehouse torched.
When the boss heard what had happened he was not happy but he understood Tony’s temper and suggested that all involved should go away for awhile until it all blew over. Matthew was sent to north Wales to hide and to only come back when the boss sent a message it was all clear.

Unknown to anyone, the dead old man had a son, this man was Eric Wolf and Eric was a retired special forces operative, and he had installed a surveillance system in his old man’s warehouse for protection. Upon viewing the tapes Eric put out some calls to some friends and that evening a group of six men left Eric’s house to go hunting, Eric’s old unit The Wolf Pack had reformed for one last mission.

The first Matthew knew something was wrong was when one of the Bosses messengers arrived at the guest house he was staying at.

“The boss says you have to go run hard and fast and find a hole where no one can find you. Tony and the others are all dead.”

Just then the door to his guest room crashes open and two men open fire shooting the messenger dead. Being quick witted Matthew had been on the move as soon as the door opened and was close enough to the window to jump but not before one of the bullets struck him in the side. Hitting the ground hard Matthew was quickly up on his feet and running. Steeling a car he made to escape only to notice two cars coming up fast behind him. Soon they were in the open country side heading ever higher into the Welsh mountains. Turning a bend in the road Matthew noticed one of his pursuers lean out and fire at his tires. One burst and Matthew had to fight to keep control. Thinking fast Matthew realised there was now only one thing to do.
Speeding up he turned into another bend and for a moment his pursuers were out of site and in that split second he swung the car out and over the valley edge The Wolf Pack turned the corner just in time to see the car sail out over the valley and crash down the hill side. Matthew in the mean time had jumped before the car had left the road and was now climbing up further into the mountains. Luck though was not with Matthew as when the car hit the valley bottom it did not explode as he had hoped. This meant the men how heading down would quickly find the car empty.

Matthew bleeding heavily made it to a ledge near the top of the mountain and edging round found the ledge leading to a cave. Crawling in exhausted and half dead with loss of blood Matthew collapsed.

Opening his eyes Matthew expected to be looking down the barrel of a gun but instead of a gunman there stood a small old man in cords and a cardigan.

“who are you? Where am I?”

“Who I am is of no importance at present as to where we are well that easy your lying and bleeding in my cave.”

“What about the men chasing me the ones who are trying to kill me.”

“their outside looking for you as we speak. Oh and please don’t make it sound like you’re the innocent party in all this I know what you’ve done Matthew, I know all about you and I’m very disappointed.”

“anyway We don’t have time for idol chit chat. I find it tiresome talking to no good little * like you anyway. But then I still see a glimmer of hope for you.”

“Believe it or not you belong to a line of kings. I know I can feel them turning in their graves as we speak. How could their noble line be marred with a worm like you. Well you are all I have to work with so I suppose you’ll have to do.
Now I have a proposition for you, shall we say a chance to redeem yourself. A chance to safe your skin and do some good. I can grant you the power to do good in the world all you have to do is accept it.”

While the old man was talking Matthew readied himself to escape. With the last of his strength he launched himself at the old man only to fall flat on his face having passed right through him.

“that was stupid Boy. Do you know how I am. Let me give you a clue. This hill you climbed is called Merlin’s Mount. Now do you see who you are messing with. Do you realise you are descended from King Arthur himself that you have a spark in you that could save this land and the world around as he once did. Your father had that spark but turned down my offer. He turned it down because you had just been born and he wanted to protect you and your mother. And how did you repay him you humiliated him in the street in front of his friends.
So you listen up and you listen good you have two choices you take what I’m offering and I ignite that spark that hides in you cold heart or I feed you to the Wolves.”

Now Matthew was scared and if what he said was true then it would be better to have the power than to die and with the power he could teach this old boy some respect.

“Good you have decided.” With that the old man places Matthew firmly on the ground and steps back. Raising his hands fire erupts around Matthew and slowly the circle decreases until the young man is enveloped in the flames. The pain is unbearable Matthew prays to die but the pain goes on for what feels like an eternity.
Then suddenly it stops.

“It is done boy. You now hold in your soul the power of kings a flame that could be a beacon of hope for many in the coming years.”

Yes thought Matthew I do feel different. With that he points towards the old man with a smile on his face and watches as flames burst forth from his finger tips and to envelope his target. When the flames had died the old man was still there.

“Oh Matthew did you think I wouldn’t know you were thinking of doing that when I gave you the power. I told you, you were to be redeemed and shown a nobler path to walk. So here is lesson one.”

With that Matthew bursts into flames and the pain returns.

“you see Matthew having taken on the mantel of your ancestors you took on their noble cause, The power won’t allow you to do evil thing it will punish you it will push you in the right direction. It will teach you to do good, whether you like it or not it is now part of you.
But also know this the power will kill you if it has to, to stop you doing evil. Then it will wait for the next in line to find me and be granted this privilege.”

With that Matthew comes awake back in the guest room he has been staying at, with no bullet holes and no broken doors.

It was a dream only a dream I need to get out of here thinks Matthew, and heads for the street. While walking he convinces himself he had dreamed the whole thing, but he still had men after him and he needed to get away fast passing a car he tries the door and finds it open as he is about to steel it he is overcome by an intense burning in his left hand looking down he sees flames burning his flesh to the bone. Staggering back he raps his coat round his hand and runs.
When he stopped running and had gathered his thoughts he gingerly unraps his hand to find it whole and healthy. Looking across the street he was in he notices a small old man sitting on a bench looking at him. He is wearing cords and a cardigan, he smiles to Matthew gets up slowly and walks away.

Over the months Matthew has learned the hard way what this new power will and won’t let him get away with.
The power of Kings grants him the ability to shoot flames from his hands, fly, generate a force wall for fire that can protect him from harm, create fire out of thin air and call forth fire spirits to help him in a fight. He is also immune to fire even his own until he steps off his noble path and can absorb fire into his body to boost his other powers.
Matthew soon returned to Cardiff to confront Morgan and take down his little empire and to ask for forgiveness from his father.
Matthew realised he would need an alter ego. He created a scarlet suit with a stylised mask in the shape of a dragons head and named himself RED DRAGON after the national emblem of Wales.

Now Matthew fights on the side of good. Though sometimes he steps off the path and is punished for it. He is a reluctant hero that has a love hate relationship with his powers.

Unknown to him The old man that died was in fact Merlin in disguise and the Wolf Pack are his retainers and modern day knights. They are also around keeping an eye an their liege lord to make sure he doesn’t stray to far off course.

[jamat]

AND just for the * of it here's yet another one.

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DIAMOND JIM BRADY

Jim Brady had worked for The Precious Rock Corporation, a diamond mining company, since he had left collage, he was good at his job, had reached middle management level in the company and was in charge of some moderately large over seas projects, Jim was happy.
Michael Summers was the company CEO, over the last couple of months Michael had started to pay closer attention to Jim, inviting him to parties, golf trips and the like. On one such trip Michael commented on how efficient Brady was and how well ordered his business records were, he was impressed and wanted to help Jim up the ladder. He said he had just been given the go ahead to mine for diamonds in Brazil and the preliminary reports from his advance team suggested the area they were to dig in was one of the richest deposits of diamonds found in the last 50 years. He wanted to over the project to Jim and hinted that it could mean a position on the board if all went well.
Jim’s plane touched down early the following Friday, he was in Brazil to over see the first explosions take place and was exited at the prospect. Getting to the campsite took four hard hours of driving and Jim was tired by the time he arrive. Quickly stowing his bags he headed off to the main tent to be debriefed and to read the geology reports.
The blasting was to take place the following morning and Jim decided he would take the opportunity to explore the blast site before he read the reports. Jim liked to see for himself the geology of the site before making any decisions.
After a couple of hours of inspecting the site and report reading Jim came to the conclusion that although the site did have diamond deposits it didn’t have half the amount the reports suggested, Jim started to feel something fishy was going on.
He tried for an hour to get through to Summers when he finally did and explained his findings Summers insisted he would fly out straight away to look for himself he also stated that if Jim was right heads would role.
The following morning Summers turned up at the site, Jim was so busy preparing for Summer he paid no attention to the fact that he had only spoken to his boss five hours earlier, and that he could not possibly flown from Britain to Brazil in that time.
Summers also turned up with six well-armed men, when Jim questioned their presence Summers said he had heard reports of bandits were in the area and they were there to protect the team.
Jim Then took Summers into the cave system and started to explain his findings. Summers didn’t seem to interested and turned to one of the guards and asked is the site location verified with the tablet when the guard nodded Summers turned to Jim as he did so he pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at him.

“ Jim, Jim, Jim all you had to do was blow the * out of these cave like a good little worker and you would have had everything you wanted, but no you had to do your job, they said you were too thorough but I insisted on using you. Oh well I’ll learn by my mistakes. What are we going to do with you though?”

“What the ***deleted*** is going on here why are you doing this?” asked Jim as two of the guards tied him to one of the cave supports.

“ Well you might as well know what you will be dying for. The company is part of, shall we say a club, where all the board members are interested in one thing, power, power over people, money and politics. To this ends we have been gathering information over the last 30 years concerning visits from other races. One in particular interests us.”

Turning to the six men beside him he orders them to go and round up the rest of the team and dispose of them.

Sitting down on a rock next to Jim he continues.

“Now where was I, oh yes these aliens have the technology to store large amounts of energy within crystal structures like diamonds for example, but not only energy information, data, knowledge. We’ve come into procession of a tablet dating back thousands of years it states this race of beings were in the final stages of extinction, their planet had been destroyed by a natural disaster and the few that survived landed here and hid within a two great diamonds their entire knowledge. Can you imaging the power that knowledge will bring to the person who owns it.”

“So you see my friend you die today knowing that you’re live was given to advance the human race of cause with me in charge.”

Suddenly gunshots were heard outside and one of the guards came in to report all the team had been disposed of.

“ Now Jim be a good little boy and keep quiet, I’m fond of you and I want you to experience the glory of the dawn of a new age before you die.”

With that they all went out side.

“Are the explosives in place” Summers asked, yes was the reply.

“Very well proceed”

With that a huge explosion rocked the ground. As the dust setting Summers and his men, with Jim in tow re-entered the cave. Where they had been standing moments earlier was an entrance into a cavern, but unlike anything Jim had ever seen. The structure was totally of diamond but the weirdest thing of all was that it seemed to be man made. Crystal steps led up to an alter on hovering above this were two of the largest diamonds Jim had ever seen held in mid air by a brilliant light. One was shining brightly the other was dark and lifeless.

“* it!” shouted Summers as he inspected the crystals. “You fool your explosion destroyed one of them” with that he shot dead the man how had been in charge of demolitions. Walking back to the alter he lifted the still active crystal and stored it in a box which was then carried out to a waiting helicopter.

“ Well Jim this is good bye. I’m sorry we have to part like this but my destiny awaits”
With that one of the guards forces Jim over to the alter and ties him to it, placing an explosive charge next to him, setting it for a ten minute count down before leaving.
After everyone had gone and the sound of the helicopter had gone Jim tried desperately to get free all the time the counter was going down. Soon there was only one-minute left, 50 second, 25 seconds. In those final seconds Jim cursed Summers and all those on the board, as the words left his mouth the counter reached zero and there was a brilliant white light…..

Quiet, as quiet as the grave thought Jim, this must be heaven. Then a voice spoke in his mind.

“You are the human called Jim Brady, we are the guardians.”

“Where am I? “

“You are dying as are we. We saw what happened but the first explosion trapped us and we could not intervene. With the second explosion we were able to come to your aid, we are sorry we could not save your body it was too badly damaged. Using the last of our energy we have manipulated the second crystal into a vessel that will take your essence and act as a new body for you. All we ask for in return for this second chance is that you retrieve the crystal of knowledge from this evil human called Michael Summers and stop him from using it to control your world.”

“ I will try but how if this crystal he has is so powerful can I do this.”

“ What he doesn’t understand is that to be able to fully unlock the knowledge he needed both crystals, the knowledge in one unlocked the knowledge in the other. He will only be able to glean surface information; this is still dangerous in the wrong hands and could be still devastating to your planet. Eventually he will break the last codes but this could take years even hundreds of years.”

“Then he could be dead before he does this”

“ No he will live you see the first code unlocks the knowledge of extended life, we created it so we would have time to study….. This will be his first power…..We are fading please … don’t let him win……”

With that there was silence. Jim made his way out of the cave and determined that the guardians could finally rest he set charges in the mouth of the cave and brought down the mountainside to seal it forever.

Months later a new hero stalked the streets. He has been seen many times destroying the property of The Precious Rock Corporation, many of its board members have been reported asking the police for protection because they have been visited by this being looking for Michael Summers, who had disappeared on a site visit to Brazil. Within days of going to the police all died of either natural causes or accidents.

Jim Brady now uses his new found powers to hunt Summers, remembering the promise he made in that cave to do anything and everything within his power to stop this made man from achieving his goal of world domination.

Powers:

Jim is able to control the diamond structure of his new body allowing him to make the edges of his crystal hands and the diamond contours of his body razor sharp. He no longer needs to eat, or breath, does not get tired and does not age . The crystal structure also has the ability to repair itself when damaged. Because diamonds reflect light his eyes have been designed to store minute amounts of light within their structure allowing Jim to use this light source to see in the dark .
Finally his body has the ability to shoot out shards of crystals, either blunt or sharp depending on the damage he wishes to cause this power does have a limitation as he is in essence shooting out parts of his crystal structure he can only do this eight times a day before he has to wait for his body to regenerate more crystals.

[Lindharin]

Interesting concepts, Jamat!

[jamat]

OK here's another two characters. First up:

BOWMAN

Martin Frazer had it all great life, beautiful house, fast car and fantastic job. Interested in electronics from and early age it was no surprise to either his family or friends that one day he would be at the top of his field and living the high life.
Martin’s only problem was his recklessness, He worked hard and played even harder. He couldn’t keep a girlfriend as he got bored easily and would end up in the bed of the next girl to show him interest. This recklessness spread to his other passion, anything and everything fast. His motor bike was top of the range, his car was the best on the market, his boat the fastest on the water.
Many weekends he would be out in one or the other speeding through the countryside or across some lake. His friends loved him for all his faults but feared for his safety, as he got more and more reckless the faster he went.

All this came crashing down, literally, one summers day when he took a turning too fast in the mountains of Italy, swerving to miss an oncoming bus his car jumped the siding and before anything could be done went sailing out into fresh air.
The car struck earth 60 feet below and it was a miracle that it didn’t explode. It took fire fighters 5 hours to free him, only being able to do so when the emergency doctor at the scene took the decision to remove his trapped legs below the knees.
The fire fighters later said that if it wasn’t for the fact the car had the best role cage *, Martin would have died on impact.

It took nearly a year after the crash for Martin to be well enough to be allowed home. A few months later he started his rehabilitation and training in the use of a pair of artificial legs. Martin hated them, he hated life, he hated his family and he hated his friends, but most of all he hated himself. The accident made him grow up fast and realise what a total selfish * he was but the situation he now found himself in also pushed him into depression and he refused to see anyone locking himself away from public life.

It was on one of the many and unsuccessful visits by his councillor to get him to start using his artificial legs that they started talking about other avenues of exercise. His councillor suggested that if Martin was adamant on not using the legs he would have to increase his upper body to compensate for the loss of his legs. Apart from lifting weights he suggested Martin come with him to the local archery club he belonged to. There were a number of wheelchair bound people there who had taken up the sport to strengthen their arms, one was even an Olympic champion.

It took another 6 months of gentle persuasion from his councillor but eventually he agreed, if only to shut the guy up. The following Saturday Jake (his councillor) picked Martin up and they set off to the club.
Once there one of the coaches measured Martin up for a bow. He then went through the rules of the club and the target range. After a few false starts it soon became apparent that Martin was actually quite good at it. He even started to enjoy himself for the first time since the accident, but of course he kept that to himself.
The following Saturday they went again and before long it had become a regular thing. With this new found interest Martin also started to come out of his depression and look at other challenges. Soon he was driving again, though this time it was a smart estate car adapted for his needs. He also started going back into his workshop at home and tinker with electronic circuits.
This tinkering soon developed into an obsession to create simple devices to improve his standard of living. Then one day he sat down and realised the only why he could improve his life was to be able to walk again. Thus started his secret project, to design and build a pair of legs that would allow him to walk again.
Two years later he succeeded in doing just that. Though he was unsure about telling anyone just yet. That Saturday he went off to archery as usual. He had become very proficient at the sport and was training for selection for the next Olympic squad.
Returning home after a gruelling session he entered the house only to be confronted by two men. One grabbed him and overturned his chair kicking and laughing at him, calling him cripple and demanding where his money was. Slightly dazed he told them where the safe was and the combination to it. Beleiving the cripple couldn’t do anything to harm them they left him in the hall and went searching for the safe.
Getting his senses back Martin pulled himself up into a sitting position at the bottom of the stairs and after some effort retrieved his archery bag that he had dropped in the first few second of the attack. Deciding there and then that what ever happened he was not a cripple and he would not be treated as one. The anger he had bottled up since the accident came flooding back but this time instead of being rash and reckless he was calm and controlled. Quickly and quietly he strung his bow and laid out four arrows along the step beside him. Taking one of them he loaded the bow and waited with the arrow trained on the door in front of him.
As the men came back into the hall Martin challenged them.

“Stop where you are or I’ll fire.” He shouted raising the bow level with the closest of the two.

“Don’t make me laugh you cripple. Put that down before ewe make you sorry” replied the leader of the two before stepping towards Martin.

“ I warn you I will fire.”

Laughing in his face the thug went for him. Everything then happened very quickly. The thug made a grab for Martin, reacting from pure reflex Martin’s finger slipped of the string. Next the thug is staggering back a look of total surprise and disbelieve on his face. Looking down he grabs the arrow protruding from his stomach.
Seeing movement behind the first thug, Martin reacts on instinct, within seconds a second arrow is notched and let loose to find its mark in the fleshy area of the second thugs upper left leg. With a scream he falls roles and reaches for something in his pocket.
As if in slow motion the thugs brings up a gun and swings it towards Martin. As the hand moved so did Martin a third arrow was notched, the gun comes up, the arrow is loosened, the gun is levelled the arrow hits its target and buries itself up to a third of its length into the barrel of the gun. Still moving Martin falls forward twisting as he does so to end up on his back, already the fourth arrow is notched and as he hits the hall floor the arrow is driven through the thugs gun hand. The thug screams again and drops the gun. All is quiet.

What seems like hours pass before Martin looks up. Before him is the first thug sat with his back against the wall, holding the arrow protruding from his body slowly being surrounded by a pool of blood. The second thug is on his knees, on leg out at an angle with an arrow through his thigh cradling his gun hand still with the fourth arrow embedded in it..

Pulling himself back up into a sitting position Martin realises he still has his mobile in his pocket. Quickly he phone the police and dragging himself back to the stairs retrieve another arrow and covers the two thugs until help arrives.

Jake was first to visit him the following day. It was all in the news papers, Local disabled man fights back, Two criminals in custody. But Martin wasn’t interested he didn’t want to be pitied or respected, as he explained to Jake he was protecting his life. At that moment in that situation he suddenly realised he wanted to live and no one was going to jeopardise that. When he finally managed to persuaded Jake he was fine and to go home, Martin went into his workshop and picking up his invention strapped on his new legs. Standing for the first time in years Martin took his first faltering steps. The next few months saw Martin become efficient in their use and soon he was running round the house like a spring lamb. Still he did not confide his creation with any one, for some reason this was the other Martin Frazer the one who could walk and jump and kick a ball, he didn’t want reality to burst his bubble so he continued to keep it secret.

The summer he got a place on the Olympic team and training started in earnest. One night after a hard day on the target range, Martin sat in bed with a glass of wine and thought back over the events of the break in. He realised that while it was happening he had disconnected himself from the actual events and had acted on pure reflex and instinct. In those few seconds he had known the arrow would go into the barrel of the gun knew the next arrow would hit the thugs hand, it was as if he had seen it all before hand and knew each arrow would hit its target and that as soon as he had let go he was moving onto the next safe in the instinctive knowledge that each arrow couldn’t miss.
He also admitted to himself that in those split second he had felt more alive than he had done since the accident, probably more alive then he had ever felt driving fast cars.

Early the next morning Martin is back in his workshop this time he is sketching up the design a light collapsible bow with electronic circuitry controlling its operation. Once it was built and tested Martin went back to his legs and altered and improved them. He developed circuitry that would allow him to run at greater speed and jump higher than normal. He developed a skin tight body armour that could deflect bullets and 18 months later he ventured out onto the city streets to fight crime to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, and to thrill in the hunt.
Soon the press had dubbed him Bowman and called him the best shot in the world.

Martin realised that soon the people would start looking at the archery community to see if they could find a face to the hero knowing this would be dangerous to his family and friends he decided that he would remain wheelchair bound, who would expect a cripple of being able to run and jump like this incredible Bowman. So now Martin Frazer lives two lives on a successful electronics expert and Olympic champion the other the arrow shooting dark avenger BOWMAN.

[jamat]

And secondly:

LITE WORKS
Jamie Phelps was a good lad, his grades were above average, he was captain for the football team, the basket ball team and a member of the track and field team. His parents were proud of him and his little brother adored and hero worshiped him. Life was good for Jamie until the accident.

He had just finished track training after school and was walking home, it was sunny and there were lots of local kids out in the street playing. In the distance Jamie could here the sirens of a police car as well as the ding dong of an ice cream van.

As he carried on walking he was lost in thought running over tactics for the next football match. So engrossed was he that he didn’t hear the police siren getting louder and louder until it with a screech of tires it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Looking up he took in the scene before him, in that split second he noticed three things first the police car second the ice cream van parked half way up the street and third the five year old with an ice cream stepping out from behind the van. In a instant, without a thought to himself Jamie launched into a sprint across the street towards the child. With seconds to spare he grabbed the child and throw him out of harms way just as the police car hit him.

Eye witnesses said later in their statements that Jamie must have been thrown at least 20 foot into the air from the impact, some wept at having to recount the noise he made as his body hit the pavement, all agreed he was a hero for saving the young deaf boy.

In the hospital the A & E team fought to save him, his parents were there with his brother waiting for any news on his condition. Finally after 5 hours of emergency surgery they were allowed to see him in the critical care unit.

The doctor gave his condolences to the family saying due to his extensive injuries it was highly unlikely Jamie would survive the next 24 hours and if they wished the hospital chaplain could be called to sit with them.

Jamie’s brother couldn’t believe it he held Jamie’s hand and whispered over and over again “come back Jamie we can’t go on without you, I need you please don’t die”

24 hours later Jamie was still hanging in there his brother by his side holding onto his hand, refusing to leave his bed side having food brought to him.

48 hours came and went and still no sign, good or bad. Soon hours turned to days, days to months, months to years. The family tried to continue their life but it was hard, 5 months after the accident Jamie was transferred to a care home, every day after school his brother would visit and speak to him, encouraging him to return to him. Soon the situation took its toll on the family his mother and father divorced his brother living with his father so he could be near Jamie.

Five years after the accident early one sunny morning as an ice cream van passed by the care home its bell ringing, Jamie Phelps stretched and opened his eyes. Within an hour the family was there everyone hugging and crying and welcoming him back. It was hard at first for Jamie he had difficulty getting it into his head that five years had gone by to him it seemed like a day. He remembered the child and running towards him, remembered the police car hitting him and then waking up in the care home.

Over the following months of convalescing he started to have dreams, first they would be at night then after a few weeks they started to appear when he was awake. It was always the same he was floating in a grey mist he could see someone in front of him standing as if waiting for him. In the far reaches of his mind he could also hear his brother’s voice but couldn’t make out what he was saying.

As part of his rehabilitation he had to see a councillor these dreams he decided not to mention in his sessions. A year later he was allowed home. By then his brother was going to college and offered to get a place with him so he could have some independence. So with a suitcase full of prescription drugs Jamie moved in with his brother.

One night a few months later Jamie’s dreams changed, now he was standing In front of the figure, still unable to see him but able to hear his words.

“Jamie, don’t be afraid. I have been searching the universe for a long time looking for someone like you, someone who would put his life on the line in a selfless act for someone he didn’t know.”

“ I have little time left in this dimension before I’m found and brought back to stand trail on my own world”

“ You are dead you were the moment the car hit you but I stopped the progress, I want to offer you a chance to carry on the selfless act you preformed, to become a light in a dark world, one that will one day be darker still if the creatures after me have their way.”

“ I have here an item that is of great value to them it also holds great power. I believe you have the soul to be able to harness this power for good.”

Just then behind the figure specks of darkness appear, following Jamie’s eyes the figure staggers slightly.

“No its too soon I need time to prepare you. I’m sorry Jamie Phelps there is no other way.”

And with that he opens his hand to reveal a small blue glowing ball of light. In one quick instance the figure thrusts his and into Jamie’s chest. The pain seems never ending. Looking up he finally looks into the eyes of an old man, in his bright blue eyes is reflected the pain Jamie feels, mouthing the words sorry he removes his hand and pushes the boy backwards with great force. Jamie goes tumbling over and over the last image he sees of the old man is of him shining blue in the missed surrounded by creature too grotesque for words to describe.

Screaming Jamie wakes in a cold sweat in his bed in the flat he shares with his brother.

After that night the dreams stopped and life went back to normal, Jamie stopped taking his medication fearing it to be the course of his dreams. He went back to the gym to get fit and back to college to finish his studies. The following year he took up a position as a coach at the local school.

Things were going well until he started seeing them. First it was out of the corner of his eye just at the periphery of his vision but when he turned to look it was just some person walking passed or sitting on a bench. Soon they were more obvious, looking in a shop window he would see a creature standing behind him but upon turning it would be a only someone looking in the same window.

Then things took a turn for the worse, coming out of the school one day he saw one of the creatures putting a boy into the back of a car, not believing what he was seeing he closed his eyes and took a long breath looking again at the car it was driving away slow sedately. Jamie realised it must just have been a father picking up his son.

The next morning it was the talk of the school, the teachers were called to an emergency meeting, the head told them that the night before one of the boys was abducted from outside the school and the police would want to question everyone for possible witnesses. Jamie went cold with fear and dread. Could what he have witnessed be true could those creature really exist.

That night he sat at home trying to remember what he had seen, getting up he went to wash his face, looking in the mirror he saw a very pale image of himself looking back but with one difference his eyes were bright blue in colour. Blinking he looked again he stared into those deep blue pools, all of a sudden he was back at the school watching the child being kidnapped by the creature. This time he moved, in a blue flash he was following the car as if floating above it. For an hour he followed until it stopped at an old abandon mill outside town. Looking through the window he saw five creatures gathered round the frightened child.
Suddenly Jamie was once again looking at himself in the mirror this time his eyes were their normal hazel colour.

Grabbing his coat he sprinted down to his car. Remembering the route taken by the kidnapper Jamie instinctively found his way to the abandoned mill.
Once there he quickly and quietly approached. Holding his breath he looked through the window, there was the child tied to a chair. Reaching for his mobile he remember it was still on its rack in the car turning he felt the air moved inches away from his head and ducked out of instinct narrowly missing being brained by a plank of wood welded by one of the creature.
Back peddling from the mill Jamie tried to but some distance between him and the creature. Only to realise the other four were circling round him like a pack of wolves.

“ So he as bought us the glob, but I sense it is inside him, we will have to take it by force my brothers.” Screeched the one with the plank.

With that the rushed Jamie. Out of pure terror Jamie jumped and was astonished to find he was floating above them. Instinctively, as if being guided by an unseen force Jamie swept his hand down and across as if to brush the creatures away to his great delight and relief two of the creatures were lifted off their feet and smashed to pulp against the stone wall of the mill.
The third creature jumped into the air and Jamie felt its claws rake his thigh. Bringing his arm round he lightly touched the creature on its forehead and it went shooting up into the sky screaming hysterically until it was no more than a spec in the distance.
Dropping to the ground in a crouch Jamie waited for the last two to make their attack. But it never came, looking up he saw them backing off with fear in their eyes.

“ This is unexpected brother, the manling can use the orb we must tell father we must seek guidance.”

With that they winked out of existence in a flash of bright red light.

Gathering his thoughts Jamie raced towards the mill. The door was locked but a simple touch of his hand and it went spinning off into space. Moving over to the boy he quickly untied him and took him back to his car safely putting the child in the passenger seat. Looking round he spotted the still forms of two of his attackers. Needing to know what they were he turned them over only to find them to be dirty dishevelled men. As he stood he noticed a faint blue glow near one of the sheds. Realising the child could still be in danger he went to investigate.
Turning the corner he came face to face with the old man from his dreams. He was shimmering in a blue light and the building could be seen through him.

“ Jamie I see I chose well. Don’t have much time you see they are about to kill me. I don’t mind I’ve grown tired of the running. Now you have the orb. It is very powerful. It is the harnessed power of a universe in it.”

“My people created it knowing We were doomed when the Kreken broke through the rift. We used all our collective power to create a devise we hoped would destroy them. I was charged with protecting it till I could find a sentient being of pure soul to be able to awaken the power within and destroy this plague that will eventually sweep across the universe.”

“ I was court off guard when I found you and had to merge your soul with the orb or it would have been lost. It means that its full power cannot come to bare on the enemy as we would have liked but through you the power can be released in part and my hope is that in time you will be able to harness all of it and use it for the greater good of the universe.”

“ You have already seen some of its power, you used it to destroy the creatures that attacked you. It allows you to alter the density of matter there by allowing things to defy the laws of gravity. The creature you sent into space with a mere touch will keep travelling up until it burns up in the atmosphere.”

“ It has more powers than this but I cannot tell how they will manifest to you, nothing like this was supposed to happen. “

Just then he stops and looks off to his left.

“ they are coming for me now. I am sorry Jamie for leaving you like this but I am the last of my kind and I am lonely. I wish to join my family again. Far you well Jamie Phelps and may the power of the Orb protect and guide you.”

With that he was gone.

Stunned Jamie staggered back to the care and phoned the police. Hours later Jamie was allowed home the police believing his story that he had been out jogging when he came across the mill and heard the child’s cries for help, as he had entered the building he was attacked by the two dead men and he had killed them in self defence. The police were more than happy to accept Jamie’s account of the nights events happy that the boy had been found safe and well.

A year later a new masked hero entered the scene calling himself Lite Works he battles evil where ever it surfaces. Witnesses say he seems driven by something as if time is not on his side. That he is looking for something or some one with a grim determination and a stony blue gaze.

In reality Jamie is following all the trails he can to route out the enclaves and advance parties of Kreken that have appeared on earth and he will not rest until he has destroyed this enemy that not only threatens his world but the universe as a whole.

[jamat]

Here's another two characters for those interested in reading them


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FAIRYTALE

Charlie loved dark places, he loved the mystery of them and felt safe in them. As soon as Charlie was old enough to walk his parents would find him asleep under the bed or in the wardrobe. It was weird but they learned to accept it. They even accepted his imaginary friends. They thought this was a bit strange too, where as other children’s imaginary friends would be large bunny rabbits or talking cows Charlie’s were the bogeyman and the monsters in the wardrobe and under the bed. Many a night his parents would listen at his door while he had conversations with his friends.
By the time Charlie was six he had been taken to a dozen doctors and child psychologists by his parents. All reported he was a healthy normal little boy with a vivid imagination even when Charlie tried to tell him his friends were real.

See the thing nobody could grasp was the Charlie was telling the true. His friends were real. He first meet the monster under the bed (Belard) when he was two and his rattle had fallen down the side of his bed. Charlie went looking for it and came face to face with the bed monster. To say they were both startled was an understatement but unlike other children Charlie didn’t run off crying, he blinked, rubbed his eyes and held out his hand, introducing himself as Charlie Baxter aged two and a bit. This show of politeness impressed the monster and they sat for hours until the sun came up talking.
Over the years the bed monster introduced Charlie to the other monsters and demons of fair tales. All were impressed with the little boy and all became his friends and loved him deeply.
As he grew up Charlie went on many adventures at night with his friends to strange lands to solve strange riddles and to meet new friends.
When Charlie went to school his friends went with him,( one thing you need to know about fair tale monsters they are invisible and intangible in daylight). When Charlie was picked on for being weird his friends would protect him. Like the time he was thumped by the playground bully. That night the monsters held a council of war and drew straws to see who would punish the way word child. In the early hours of the following morning the bogeyman (Rahman) crept into the child’s bedroom woke him up and scared him half to death. It was many years before that child slept on his own without the light on.
So all in all life was good for Charlie until, at the age of twelve he went missing on the way to school. Passing through the park he was attacked by a group of renegade creatures, the friends that were with him tried their best to protect him but they were heavily out numbered the wardrobe monster (swingshut) got badly wounded in the scuffle and the rest had to retreat to protect themselves and their fallen comrade.
Charlie’s parents were beside themselves when it was learned that he didn’t reach school. The police set up road blocks and most of the town came out to search for the boy to no avail.
Meanwhile the fairy king was given an ultimatum by his half brother, Makunt the evil prince, that he and the rest of the fairy court, including the monsters (who he believed should be his followers and do evil deeds) were to bow down to him as their leader and in exchange he would keep the boy alive. They had twenty four hours to give their answer.
Everybody in the fairy court set out to find Charlie while the king called Charlie’s friends to him. He indicated to them that as children his brother had a secret place in the dead woods that he went to when he wanted to torture the woodland animals. He believed that would be where Charlie was being kept. The king charged them with rescuing Charlie and if in the process something should happen to his brother then so be it.
Charlie meanwhile was magically bound to the stump of a tree in the middle of the evil prince’s hideaway. Although the prince had not harmed him at this stage Charlie had to watch as he siphoned of the life force from other children he had captured to enhance his powers.
Using all their wiles and knowing that if they failed their friend would die, the courageous band of monsters and demons snuck passed the guards and entered the hideaway. They managed to make it all the way into the prince’s throne room and the bogeyman even managed to use his mystical strength to break the bounds holding Charlie but as soon as the spell was broken the alarms sounded and the guards and the prince arrived to surround them.
The battle that followed was nothing less than whole sale slaughter on both sides. Many of the monsters were injured or killed but they gave as good as they got and refused to give in because of the love of a little boy. As the battle raged the Belard strode across the battle field intent on reaching Charlie to protect him. As he got near he saw the prince rise up and fire a magic bolt at the small child with all his strength the monster launched himself into the path of the fiery missile and was struck dead. Gathering up the body and the young child the few remaining monsters managed to battle their way to the main gates. Once outside the Swingshut was able to use his powers of teleport to get the ragged band to safety.
Appearing back in the kings chambers they laid the still body of the bed monster on the kings bed. With great sorrow in their hearts the small band of friends filed passed to give their last respects to their fallen comrade.
Last to say his goodbyes was Charlie, weeping for his friend it took both the both Rahman and Swingshut to get him to let go of his friend’s body. Seeing how much this human child loved this creature the king approached Charlie. He told the child that there was a way to keep Belard alive, as the monster had taken the child to his heart the child could do the same literally but there were consequences to this action, consequences a child of twelve could not be expected to understand.
Charlie refused to be put off if there was a way to save his friend then he would do it. Thus preparations were made and that night the king preformed the spell of spirit binding, and ancient and powerful spell that binds one spirit to another making them something new something that had parts of both of them in it.
Weeks later Charlie walked into a police station telling them that he had escaped his kidnapper and was safe and well. It was soon apparent to his parents that this experience had changed Charlie. He seemed a lot more focused and grown up, he studied hard at school but didn’t socialize with his class mates and he took to taking long walks in the woods most nights. Still many nights his parents listened at his door to hear him talk to his imaginary friends but now there was something less child like in the conversations many dealing with battles and magic and all said as if they had been experienced first hand.

Charlie is now eighteen and off to college in London he is still a loner but his parents hope getting away from the town and memories of what happened will give him more confidence. In fact Charlie chose stalking the streets snatching children and killing them for their life force. Charlie has vowed to track him down to the ends of the earth and beyond if it means putting an end to his evil schemes