The Ghost
Jason Prince
PL 10
PP: 150
Banked: 0
HP: 3
STR 10
DEX 18 +4
CON 20 +5
INT 14 +2
WIS 12 +1
CHA 14 +2
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Combat
Attack: +5 (+10 melee)
Defense: 15 (+5 Dodge for 20)
Damage: +4 (strike) OR +2 (Penetrating Strike)
Toughness: +5, Impervious, +7 Impervious w/ defensive roll (+10 w/ Armor)
Fort: +5
Rflx: +4
Will: +7
Initiative: +12
28
Skills:
Acrobatics +12
Computers +4
Craft Electronic +8
Intimidate +12
Investigate +4
Knowledge Physical Sciences +4
Knowledge Technology +8
Knowledge Streetwise +4
Notice +8
Search +8
Stealth +12
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Feats:
Defensive Roll x2 (Impervious)
All-Out Attack
Attack Focus Melee x 5
Dodge Focus 5
Improved Initiative x2
Luck x 2
Fearsome Presence x 7
Fearless
Acrobatic Bluff
Attractive
Distract (intimidate)
Hide In Plain Sight
Power Attack
Sneak Attack
Redirect
Skill Mastery: Acrobatics, Intimidate, Stealth, Notice
Equipment 2
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Powers:
Permeate 3
Regeneration: Regrowth
• Injured: 20 minutes
• Staggered: 20 Minutes
• Disabled: 1 Hour
Danger Sense (mental)
Speed 2 (5 times as fast as a normal human)
Leaping 3 (Running long jump 100 feet, standing long jump 50 feet, vertical jump 25 feet)
Immunity: Sleep, Critical Hits
Strike 4
ALT: Strike 2, Alternate Save: Fortitude
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Equipment & Devices:
Mask (Rank 2 Device, hard to lose)
• Voice Changer 1 pt Auditory Illusion.
• Darkvision 2 pts
• Time Sense 1pt
• Radio 1 pt
• Infravision 1 pt
• Visual Tracking, Full-speed, 2 pts.
• Zoom (1 point extended vision, 100ft increment)
• Micro-enhancement, 1pt Microscopic vision (dust-sized objects)
Armored Jumpsuit +3
Secret Lair: Hidden section of abandoned factory: Toughness 10, Size Medium, Concealed, Power System, Workshop, Living Space, Gym: 7pts
8
150
Drawbacks & Complications:
Secret Identity
Jason Prince was one of life's designated victims. His dad had died as an innocent bystander in a costumed dustup when he was very small (tie-in to archnemesis here, maybe?). His mom developed a number of neuroses including agoraphobia immediately afterward - she hasn't left her apartment more than a half-dozen times since. He's been bullied, repeatedly mugged, and scared every time one of those custom news bulletins comes over the radio. There's a special jingle they use when it's the costumed types getting rowdy, it gets everyone's attention so they know if they need to get out of the way. It still tended to give him panic attacks every time he heard it, right up until two months ago. That's why some of the jackasses in the electronics lab used to set it as their ring tone, to see him go all pale and shaky in the middle of trying to solder something.
Two months ago, though, he was helping monitor the equipment as his university's new particle accelerator. They were trying to do some kind of advanced physics experiments with it, something to do with gravitons and the curvature of the space-time continuum. A lot of the math was beyond him, but it was still pretty darned interesting stuff, and Jason was glad to help out. Somehow, he managed to be partway inside the unit making adjustments to the capacitors when it was "accidentally" set off by a grad student. Jason got a pretty good jolt of weird elementary and theoretical particles, plus an electrical shock and an electromagnetic field passing through his brain that could have cooked a hardened military installation. They drug his unconscious self over to the clinic, where he woke up a few hours later and was given tea and some tests. It didn't look like anything was wrong with him, and it was the wrong kind of radiation to do much to him, so...they pretty much sent him home. He went to his apartment and fell asleep. Around midnight, he got up and went down to the local quickie-mart for a burrito, and got mugged again on the way home. Everything seemed to slow down and it was like he was nearly weightless, and he beat the everloving hell out of both of them. Then went home and crashed back out. When he woke up, he decided it must have been a dream. The martial arts classes he was in hadn't done him that much good, his knuckles weren't scuffed up, and, well, he was pretty damn confused after that thing at the lab.
But he was wrong. It had happened. And a part of him knew it. That part of him got up every night and made a costume. Started to learn about the bizarre, byzantine network between organized crime and the freaks. Studied tactics, built a lair. Jason noticed he wasn't afraid of the masked villainy warning jingle anymore, and dismissed it as a side effect of having nearly been killed. He did in fact seem to not be scared of much of anything these days. That was a nice side benefit.
He didn't figure it out until just lately. The radio on his desk started playing that tune, but he could already hear the noise and gunfire outside. Instead of panicking, he went straight to the chest in his closet where he kept his personal stuff, that he almost never opened. He had the costume halfway on before he even knew what he was doing. He let the reflexes and that weird presence in his head take over for the duration, but that night they had a long conversation in front of a mirror.
That accident did something to him. Changed the way his biology interact with the normal space-time continuum. Again, the math is beyond him, and the medical aspects are hopeless. But, essentially, he's just a little outside normal reality. Enough that there's a way his body is "supposed" to be, and that's what it tends toward. It's why he never gets tired, and his injuries just fade away. Gravity can't hold onto him the way it does others, and time is something he swims through. He can fight against the current, making everyone around him seem to move at a crawl, while he leaps impossible distances and slides "around" solid matter, in the dimension where it doesn't exist. Speed times mass equals power, and his strikes land with nearly inhuman speed when he wants them to. He doesn't even have to limit himself to the opportunities in three dimensional space. The other day he tore out someone's heart without leaving any kind of visible wound. He can sense danger, just a little before the threat becomes manifest. His costume is a thing of beauty. An armored jacket and pants, solid black, with a tattered half-cape under the arms and a great hood to protect his head. The mask looks like a bleached skull, blank black sockets for eyes, and great backward-curving ram's horns emerging from his forehead, curving up from under the hood then back to protect the back of his head and neck. They're also full of some of the most advanced electronics he's ever seen, he can't believe he built it himself. Aside from the voice changer, which lets him emulate anyone he's heard, it's packing a heads-up display and any number of related goodies. It shows him the scene with infrared overlays, highlights microscopic features, lets him see in the dark, and even shows him the time so he doesn't need a watch. The internal radio pickup lets him hear broadcasts on normal and emergency bands, and calls his attention to weird transmissions. It lets him see distant things with incredible acuity, and lets him track people who don't leave behind any normal, visible trace.
Jason's friends and colleagues have noticed a change in him. He's confident, fearless, looks people in the eye. He's in way better shape than any junior electrical engineering student has a right to be, and he's dressing better, too. He has money all of a sudden, instead of living on cafeteria food and ramen. It's sexy in a way, and dangerous.
Chris: Any help on an arch-nemesis?
