Name: Disco Rat (forgot real name)
Disc: Female, very disheveled and dirty, somewhat emancipated.
Some Backstory: Long ago she was abandoned by her parents, and has spent the intervening time borrowing from the mob, on drugs, hiding from the mob, and maybe killing a few people. A lifetime of debt has taught her to to hide, and failing that to lay simple traps. The destruction of old atlanta was relatively an inconvenience.
STATS
Focus: 6
Stability: 0
Sanity: 0
Powers: <Unstable Matter Conversion> < 
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Status: Alive, Awake, 1/2 Nude, High as Fuck
Skills: <Stealth (3)> <Thievery (1)> <Traps, Simple (2)>
Inventory: Pants
Current Fate: <1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6>
"Wellllll... that seems uncool."
Let's just- Ohhh that's good stuff- try to focus, for just, a moment. Fire. That does not seem good. Put out the fire.
<5> You Consentrate on Putting out the fire, Then something odd happens: It turns into Water. It's somewhat Questionable what happened, But whatever Caused it Must have came from you...
Name: Rex Charity
Description: An outgoing guy with a big smile and a kind heart. He keeps his hands in his pockets and is always attentive of his surroundings.
Some Backstory: Rex was the most-wanted drug dealer in Atlanta under his old name, less so due to his specific crimes, and moreso out of the sheer wasted effort police spent in trying to catch him. He never hurt a flea and made friends with just about everyone, making it different to get a word out of anyone regarding his whereabouts. When Atlanta was wiped off the map, Rex was presumed dead along with everyone else, giving him the chance he needed to start over without being on the run.
STATS:
Focus: 3
Stability: 2
Sanity: 1
Status: Alive,
Powers: <Mind Puppeting> < >
Skills: <Speech (3)> <Stealth (2)> <Criminal Knowledge (2)>
Inventory:
A shirt, pants, one shoe, and 150$ <Someone else: High Quality Pants, High Quality Shirt, >
Current Fate: <2, 5, 4, 6, 5, 2>
"Seems like..." Rex recalls a move he watched when he was a kid. "THAT movie. Not quite the same, though."
Rex looks through the drawers, just to tidy up.
<6> You pull out the Drawers, Inside you find the Identification for Someone by the Name of Jhzanzee - Hizroo, A Green Skinned Martian, and a Well known Drug dealer... Wait a minute... Wasn't he One of the People after you?
Name: Sophia Wintergarden
Description: A short and slender female with long dark hair and innocent eyes of blue. She wears a pretty dirty longshirt (which some confuse as a dress) and a simple pair of converse shoes. Untied, of course.
Backstory: Sophia was born as Anna-Sophia Lyla Grace Cotillion, but abandoned the name Cotillion and adopted Wintergarden, a homage to the neighbourhood in which she grew up (Wintergarden Coast). She was kicked out of her family's manor as a teen due to the onset of her powers and was forced to adopt a street smart mindset to survive. She was, thankfully, taken in by monks who taught her how to harness her powers, and she has devoted herself to becoming as powerful as she can in order to reach the pinnacle of psychic talent.
Focus: 2
Stability: 2
Sanity: 2
Powers: <Levitation> <>
Status: Alive, Awake, Nude
Skills: <Meditation (5)> <Balance (2)> <Combat, Melee, Stave (1)>
Inventory: - 2 Shoes - 300$ in Universal Currency
Current Fate: <4, 1, 1, 3, 5, 4>
> Find clothes and cover the F--K up!
<2> You Float down and Look for Something to put on, But don't find anything. This may be harder then you thought...
Name: John Smith
Description: A slender man but with ropy muscles.
backstory: John used to work as a fairly successful mechanic who was always tinkering with whatever side project until the sudden destruction of the city, now a days he does exactly the same thing he did before, fix things and tinker with things.
Focus: 2
Stability: 2
Sanity: 2
Status: Alive, Awake
Powers: <Magnetic Field Control> <>
Skills: <Mechanics, (7)>
Inventory: Shirt and pants
Current Fate: <1, 5, 1, 4, 6, 3>
Open up the trunk. Also maybe try to see if the car can be restored to drivable condition.
"Seems, like this was a bit more than a fender bender.
<6> You Gesture and the Trunk Fly's Open, Revealing that the Previous occupant, Who Appears to have been Filled with Bits from the Car, No helping him.
<5> The Car on the Other hand Appears to be mostly here, Other then the bio-Locks, Which Appear to have Exploded, So you Should be able to Put it back together again.
Name: Ferrous Clint
Disc: "See Page one"
Some Backstory: Essentially nonexistent/Near Total Amnesia
STATS Divide 6 points among the Stats below as you see fit.
Focus: 4
Stability: 1
Sanity: 1
Status: Alive, Awake, Nude, Under Arrest
Powers: {?Kinetic Resistance?} <>
Skills: <Athletics (4)>
Inventory: $300 of universal currency
Current Fate: <4, 5, 1, 6, 4, 2>
"Somebody slip me some roofies at that party? Wait, why am I na- WHY IS SHE FLOATING?!"
Get up and start freaking out. Dash into the nearest not burning building. Clutch my cash to my chest and scream, conveying the message of panic.
<2> You Try Running, But Slip and Land on your Arse.
<6> Screaming on the Other hand goes much better and Brings the Cops Faster then you would have thought Possible. Wait, Why is he Stuffing you into his Car?
Name: Derek Redmond
Disc: Male
STATS Divide 6 points among the Stats below as you see fit.
Focus: 1
Stability: 2
Sanity: 3
Status: Alive, Awake, Nude, Hand: Cut, Minor
Powers <Contact Flesh Manipulation> <>
Skills: Dodging 1, knifes 2, dual-wielding 1
Inventory: 2 Shoes, 300$ in Universal Currency
Current Fate: <3, 5, 3, 4, 5, 1>
"The fuck?" Derek, confused by his surroundings and the mangled corpse, decides to search the room for any clues or clothes.
<1> Looking for Clues goes about as well as you'd think, Up until you Start pokeing at the Body and Stab yourself in the hand with some sort of Knife that's in it.
Name: Terrance Nix
Description: A very large bald man, strong and robust but with a generous layer of fat. Fond of wearing large sweaters.
Some Backstory: Former heavyweight boxing contender, Terrance ( or Terry, really, nobody says his full name ) settled to a nice quiet retirement in New Atlanta selling his own personal brand of dishwashers. Then the cataclysmic rock event happened, and now he struggles with what to do with his new abilities
Focus: 2
Stability: 1
Sanity: 3
Status: Alive, Awake {Mugged?}
Skills: <Fighting, Unarmed, Boxing (4)> <Mechanics (1)>
Powers: <Kinetic Amplification> <>
Inventory: Shirt and pants
Current Fate: <3, 5, 3, 4, 4 ,3>
"Sweet Jiminy Jesus..."
Peek through the hole, check what's outside.
<5>You stick your Head in the hole in the wall and See Several Men that look like someone Beat Pretty badly, With Fist shaped Bruises. Most of them arn't breathing anymore, But one guy is Slowly Limping away with what looks to be your Wallet...
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Topic: Psychic, Players: 7/7, Turn: 2, On Break (Read 6123 times)