Birth Name: Olaf Takehashi

Nova Name: Alloy
Series:

Eruption: Threatening Situation

Nature: Caregiver

Allegiance: Project Utopia

Strength: 5, Brawl 2, Might 5

Dexterity: 2, Athletics 2, Drive 1, Melee 1

Stamina: 3, Endurance 3, Resistance 3

Perception: 2

Intelligence: 2, Academics 2, Computer 1, Engineering 2, Linguistics 2 (Swedish,

Japanese), Science 1

Wits: 4, Rapport 1

Appearance: 2, Style 1

Manipulation: 1, Streetwise 1

Charisma: 3, Perform 1

Backgrounds: Allies 1, Attunement 3, Contacts 1, Influence 1, Resources 2

Willpower: 4

Taint: 3

Aberrations:

Quantum: 4 (3 Tainted Quantum)

Quantum Pool: 28

Mega-Attributes: Mega-Strength 1 (Crush), Mega-Dexterity 1 (Enhanced Move),

Mega-Stamina 1 (Regeneration), Mega-Wits (Quickness)

Quantum Powers: Armor 2 (Limiter: only applies to reinforce metallic armor

worn, -2 NP), Claws 2 (Extra: Kinetic Discharge, Limiter: both version only

apply to accelerating metallic items, -1 NP), Immolate 1 (Extra: Bashing or

Lethal), Magnetic Mastery 1 (Magnetic Levitation)

Meeting Olaf is an exercise in wierdness. His mother was a leggy SwissAir

stewardress and his father an executive of Dai-Ishi Kingyo, a Japanese banking

concern which had business in Switzerland from time to time, causing his

father to run into his mother several times by coincidence as he had to make

over a dozen personal trips to BankSuisse and she seemed to be a ‘travel

hostess’ on the flight as often as not. After his first wifes untimely death of

a brain tumor, she sat with him, sensing his uncharacteristic reticence to be

a warning sign, he was usually so open and so funny. He had no chance to

talk about his feelings to anyone in his homeland, and the chance to open up

to this foreign stranger seemed right.

Nine months later, Olaf Takehashi was born, a strange big-boned child with

somewhat Eurasian features and a shock of platinum blonde hair.

It took him almost 3 years to ‘wrap everything up,’ but he eventually left Japan

and ‘retired’ to work in Switzerland (at a bank, of course) and she ended up

quitting her job to raise her ‘international love-child’ full-time, although

they chose to have no other children. He had another pair of children from

his first wife however, and while they remained in Japan (and were 15 and

18 years older than Olaf), their rare visits with their half-brother confirmed

the opinion that he was some sort of half-breed mistake, an impression that his

emotionally subdued father either never knew about or never felt comfortable

dealing with. So, between the kids at school treating him different and his

own family often considering him an outsider, Olaf got into body-building,

seeking to build an identity for himself at an activity he could do alone.

He bulked up quickly, which is hardly surprising since he would go straight

from school to the gym and stay there until it closed, not really caring to go

home and deal with his oddly distant parents.

It was during an international bodybuilding competition that a Spanish

competitor he had reported for using steroids got his revenge by jabbing

him with a syringe full of steroids (he wasn’t trying to kill Olaf, he was

just an idiot and figured that exceeding the ‘safe’ dosage would make

him even more likely to fail the piss test). The situation was only

exacerbated by the fact that Olaf was using an experimental toy in the

gym that electro-tensed someones musculature and his competitor thought

it was funny to boost the settings to where Olaf couldn’t even get up in

the process, figuring that he would stay so hard and so tense for so long

that he’d be like jelly and unable to compete.

If he hadn’t erupted about 30 minutes after his ‘friend’ cranked the tensor,

injected him and locked the door, his heart would have exploded…

The Spanish competitor ended up in jail for attempted murder, since the

jury felt that either of the two things he did were enough to qualify as an

attempt to kill Olaf and that ignorance could only justify one of them.

Olaf joined Project Utopia almost immediately when they came knocking,

he had no regrets about leaving his sad parents, which even he could

see had nothing in common and didn’t belong together.