Birth Name:
Siggismund Auerbach (Ormulu, get of Lofwyr)
Nova Name: Firedrake
Series:
Eruption: Threatening Situation / Gradual?
Nature: Critic
Allegiance: Independent
Strength: 5, Brawl 3, Might 1
Dexterity: 3, Athletics 2, Drive 1, Martial Arts 1, Melee 1, Stealth 1
Stamina: 4, Endurance 3, Resistance 3
Perception: 3, Awareness 1, Investigation 1
Intelligence: 3, Academics 3, Bureaucracy 1, Linguistics 1 (English, French,
German, Swiss (native)), Survival 1
Wits: 2, Biz 3 (specialty; Finance)
Appearance: 2, Intimidation 2, Style 1
Manipulation: 3, Subterfuge 1
Charisma: 3, Command 1, Etiquette 1
Backgrounds: Attunement 2, Contacts 2, Influence 1, Node 2, Resources 5
Initiative: 6
Movement: Walk 7 meters, Run 15 meters, Sprint 29 meters
Willpower: 6
Taint: 2
Aberrations: Even in 'human' form, Siggismund has a musky reptilian odor,
which is usually not noticeable under his cologne. When he talks in ones face
however, one can clearly tell that he smokes some foul-smelling cigar, which
in fact he does, but his breath would reek of sulphur in any case... He also
has a fascination with staying warm, even 'though his Adaptation works normally
and he has no vulnerability to cold, he always dresses warmly and is warm
to the touch, as if feverish. [I do special effect 'quirk' level Aberrations
for anyone with *any* level of Taint. No game effect for the most part, just
for flavor.]
Quantum: 3 (two levels purchased Tainted)
Quantum Pool: 26
Mega-Attributes: Stamina 1 (Adaptation, Regeneration)
Quantum Powers: Quantum Bolt 1 (Lethal; Fire), Bodymorph (hard/solid) 5 (he
transforms into a humanoid dragon of about twice his mass, much of the new
mass being scales and wings. Armor 2, Flight 1, Sizemorph Grow 1, Claws (Armor-Piercing)
1)
Human form - Str 5 + brawl 3. (8 dice to hit. 5 dice Bashing damage). Sta
4 + M-Sta 1. (Bashing Soak 5. Lethal Soak 3. Reduce dice pool penalties from
damage by one.)
Dragon form - Str 5 + M-Str 2
+ Brawl 3 + Armor-Piercing Claws 1 + Bodymorph (hard/solid). (8 dice to hit.
8 dice [10] Lethal damage with claws, or 7 dice [10] Bashing with backhanded
blow.) Sta 5 + M-Sta 1 + Armor 2 + Bodymorph (hard/solid). (+1 Difficulty
to be hit by attacks. Bashing Soak 12. Lethal Soak 9. Reduce dice pool penalties
from damage by one.) Movement; Walk 7 meters, Run 17 meters, Sprint 35 meters,
Flight (in-combat) 44 meters, (out-of-combat) 200 kph. Quantum 'Fire Breath'
4 dice to hit, 4 dice [6] Lethal damage.
'Siggy' is already 79 years old, but is showing no signs of slowing down,
appearing as a 45 year old bald man of sturdy build and well over 2 meters
tall with a forbidding aspect. He remembers World War II, having been young
at the time and having fled to Switzerland to avoid the war, finding the Nazi
creed disturbing on some levels (having a Jewish mother helped…). He operated
as a banker for many years, the only sign of his potential being his slow
aging and his dreams of flying on leathery wings and doing strange and unfathomable
things at night. In one dream, he would feed on an entire cow, apparently
being some enormous creature, in another he would launch a devastating gout
of flame at a German vehicle in the mountain passes. He found the dreams frightening
and yet strangely appealing, speaking of them to no one, not even his wife
of 30 years, who died of a brain tumor in her 60's. He continued working at
the bank throughout the war, doing his best to stay out of the whole affair,
ensconced in his Swiss neutrality, but moved in 1977, the year after his wifes'
death, to America to take up a career as a teacher of German, history and
English as a second language, after his banking job fell through during an
economic slump. He also did a brief stint as a private eye, but this lasted
very briefly as he lacked any real skill in investigating anything other than
someones' financial history, which led to his final job as an investigator
for a credit union, which he now oversees.
It was during a routine mugging while walking home that Siggismund snapped
and his MR Node finally consciously expressed itself, his body changing and
warping into the form of a 3 meter winged dragon-man with a 9 meter wingspan
and a fiery breath! His assailants barely got away alive and the gunshots
from the one who tried to slow him down felt like pinpricks and stopped hurting
within moments. Sure that he was dreaming again, Siggismund took to the sky,
but the senses of his new form were unfamiliar and the smells and sights and
sounds of the city bewildered him, as well as the cables and clotheslines
and similar flight hazards and he ended up falling back into the alleyway
ignominously. In short, his would-be muggers escaped without incident. He
waited to wake up, but he seemed to be awake, the incident lacking the purity
of his dreams of unfettered flight, clear night vision, etc. So he entertained
the idea that this could indeed be his waking life and that he could be an
actual dragon of some sort. With effort over the next half hour, he managed
in part or momentarily to revert back to human form, and was exhausted by
all his unsuccessful form-shifting by the time he reverted to his normal form.
His clothing he observed remained undamaged and he sighed at the incongruity
of this 'magic' and went home and thought the matter over for the rest of
the evening, changing form several times in an hour just to make sure that
it hadn't been some strange one-time delusory happening.
In the morning he called in sick, prompting his employees to send cards and
flowers, since he hadn't called in sick once in the last seven years. He traveled
to the nearest Rashoud center via a rickety car that he never used (being
the ultimate skin-flint, despite his vast resources from his long lifetime
of careful investment) and when quizzed on his past, whimsically recalled
a favorite character from a novel, a Mr. Long from Tea with the Black Dragon,
and put down that he was in fact a dragon taking the form of a man for a time,
making up some names for himself and his imaginary dragon-parent. As expected,
the officials stopped asking annoying questions at this point and went on
to help him quantify his 'quantum abilities,' treating him like a potentially
dangerous psychotic, which suited his mood entirely. The sensory problems
he had developed in his initial manifestations have abided, but he knows that
this is a temporary measure, soon he will have to embrace and learn to deal
with the enhanced senses of his 'transform' (as his trainers have taken to
calling it). He is certain that his form is only the tip of a larger ice-berg,
as he knows from his dreams that he should be even more powerful still!
On an intellectual level, 'Firedrake' knows that he isn't a real dragon, that
he is just a man whose MR Node expressed many, many years ago in a minor way
with only his 'Adaptation' appearing initially, followed by his expression,
many decades later of his draconic form. He entertains the notion that he
may actually have unconsciously changed once or twice in his earlier years
and is searching over WWII records to see if in fact any rashes of cattle
disappearances or unexplained Nazi troop losses near the Swiss border occurred,
but he has found to evidence to confirm if his dreams have any basis in reality.
Nevertheless, he derives some enigmatic glee from pretending to be a real
dragon observing mankind from time to time, especially when the questioner
irritates him in some way.
Thus far, only his Mega-Stamina and enhancements and, surprisingly, his fiery
breath attack are usable outside of his 'transform.' He is certain that he
could develop means to express his strength and senses in his 'human' form,
if not perhaps even his armor-like defenses or odder abilities. He is certain
that no physical law should allow him to fly for instance, so it is quite
possible that even his flight could be adapted to function without his wings.
He is pretty sure that he could learn to use that tail, too...
After almost 8 decades, his life has taken wing, his body now appearing to
be no older than fifty, and having the vigor of a teenager. Siggismund is
enjoying the years of childhood that the second World War stripped from him.
He is delighted with what the Rashould center has taught him about his abilities,
but finds Project Utopia a bit unsettling. He would be far more comfortable
with them if the incorporated, the idea of not-for-profit work offending him
on some mercenary level. Regardless, his discovery that he can operate underwater
for hours on end is something of a mixed blessing as he has never much liked
the sea...
[Nova Points: 15 on Bodymorph, 3 on Quantum Bolt, 6 on M-Stamina and Regeneration, 3 on +3 Willpower, 1 on +3 Attributes, 1 on +6 Abilities, 1 on +5 Backgrounds.
Bonus Points: 8 on 2 Tainted levels of Quantum, 5 on +1 Strength, 1 on Specialty (Finance), 1 on +1 Initiative.]