Birth Name: Leo Sitelli

Nova Name: Caduceus (Vitus) Lifeline
Series:

Eruption: Gradual

Nature:

Allegiance: Avatars

Strength: 4

Dexterity: 2, Athletics 1, Drive 1, Martial Arts 1, Stealth 1

Stamina: 5, Endurance 4, Resistance 4

Perception: 2, Awareness 1, Investigation 4

Intelligence: 3, Academics 2, Bureaucracy 1, Computer 1, Linguistics 2 (Greek, Italian,

English), Medicine 1, Survival 2

Wits: 2, Rapport 2

Appearance: 4

Manipulation: 1

Charisma: 4, Etiquette 1

Backgrounds: Resources 3, Influence 3, Eufiber 1

Willpower: 7

Taint: 3

Aberrations: His skin and eyes shine in the dark, especially when

using his talent, temperatures rise ever so slightly

Quantum: 4 (1 Tainted Quantum)

Quantum Pool: 28

Mega-Attributes: Stamina 1 (Regeneration)

Quantum Powers: Healing 4 (two levels bought Tainted), Quantum Vampire 1

(HT levels)

Leo seems awfully mature for a 23 year old and has in fact been all over the

world, having gotten his PhD in Archaeology on a dig to the ruins of Troy.

His colleagues had noticed long before that he never seemed to get tired or

sore or suffer any of the assortment of bumps or bruises everyone else seemed

to accumulate by the end of the day. He even was checked into by his team-

leader since it was assumed that if he was never tired or sore, the most logical

reason would be that he was not really doing any work…

It also became something of a running gag that he gave great massages after

Work and he soon found himself doing this for almost everyone! (The camp

Medic flew into a drunken rage one night over how everyone went to Leo with

their problems and was sent back to the city, ostensibly until a replacement

could be found, but strangely enough, no one ever really ever got hurt or sick,

so they never got around to it…)

A lot of it was even more of a running gag, since Leo would prattle on about

life-energy transfer and therapeutic touch and similar stuff while working,

his father having been a serious student of holistic therapies. He had grown

up in a crumbly old brownstone in London, watching a parade of people

coming to his father to receive ‘the healing hands’ and leaving feeling so

much better about themselves. Really the idea that one person could help

another in this way was no stretch for him to grasp.

Finally it all became too clear when Leo and 2 other students fell through a

1500 year old floor into a subchamber and one of the students landed very

badly, her ankle twisting with an audible snap. He instinctively reached out

and asked what was wrong, trying to immobilize her ankle the best he

could when the room seemed to brighten a bit to all concerned (the faintest

glow produced by his healing not being visible except in this lightless place)

and she brushed him off and got up on what both Leo and the other student

present knew had been a broken ankle moments before. She took some

convincing, over an X-ray of her ankle, clearly having been fractured, and a

few beers, they determined the course of Leo’s future.

Leo hated leaving archaeology, and they hated seeing him go, but he knew

that he couldn’t just live his dream when he had the power to help thousands

of people. He couldn’t just think of himself.

When he was offered a spot on the Greek super-team, he accepted under the

condition that the Greek government would allow people of any nationality

to come to whatever Greek clinic he chose to be based at to receive free

treatment. He would not allow the Greek government to restrict his talents

to their allies, use him as a bargaining chip or to profit by his gift. They

squinted at the implication (and abandoned any plans to that effect…) and

welcomed him on board, figuring he would still be of the greatest benefit to

the nation in which he resided and the PR coup would fall their way and not

to the benefit of some other nation.