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.]