Leopold Shuyler, LIFELINE

ST: 11 (10), DX: 12 (20), IQ: 13 (30), HT: 12 (20) (80 CP)

Empathy (15), Attractive (5), Charisma +1 (5) (25 CP)

Assorted Disads including Pacifism: Cannot Kill (-40 CP)

Quirks (-5 CP)

Judo 1-10, Running 1-10, Throwing 1-10, Acrobatics 2-11

Climbing 1-11, Driving: Ambulance 1-11

Swimming 1/2-11, Jumping 1/2-11

English 0-13, R/W: English 0-12

Surgery 4-12, Biochemistry 1-10

Physician 2-12, Diagnosis 4-13, Mathematics 1-11, Chemistry 1-11, History 2-12, Psychology 2-12, R/W: Latin 1-11

Elec Ops: Medical 2-13, Survival: Woods 1-12, Orienteering 1-12, Sign Language 1-12, Latin 1-12, Elec Ops: Comm 1-12, Writing 2-13, Research 2-13

First Aid 2-14, Computer Ops 1-13 (40 CP)

100 CP

Healing Power 5 (Instantaneous +20%) (18), Healing Power 1 (Reduced Fatigue Cost x2 +40%, Touch Only -20%) (4), Dehydrate Power 7 (Instantaneous +20%, Fatigue Only -20%) (56), Instant Regeneration (Nuisance Effect: Takes Concentration (1 sec / pt healed)) -10%, Fatigue Only -20%) (70), Metabolism Control 1 (1) (149 CP)

Super-Disads (-60 CP)

Healing 36-20, Dehydrate 24-16, Metabolism Control 1-10 (1) (61 CP)

+150 CP

Extra power will go into adding Fatigue option to Healing (+20%), HP regeneration to Instant Regeneration (+40%) and Fatigue Absorbtion to Dehydrate (+100%).

   Leo was raised by his great-uncle, Otto, who left Europe during WWII and spent the rest of his life regretting it.  His parents work for Carnival cruise lines, his father a travel agent and his mother on one of the big ships as a hostess.  He is a bit jaded by spending his summers on cruise ships as a busboy or whatever, and feels that there must be something more important in life than the sort of capitalistic hedonism his parents indulge in. 

He had planned to devote his life to archaeology, mainly to escape his parents, and was interning abroad (at a dig in Greece) when he was called away by a family emergency, to aid his uncle, who was dying of degenerative lupus.

His great-uncle, somewhat fittingly in the circumstances, had opened a hospice in an old Boston brownstone when Leo was still in high school, and a person more different than Leo’s parents could hardly be imagined.  Among Otto’s peculiar beliefs was that anyone could help another, soothing their pain and even increasing the rate of physical healing through ‘therapeutic touch,’ transferring life-force around through massage and various mental disciplines.

Perhaps it was the long months of working beside his dying mentor, himself getting up as long as he had strength to do so to maintain his own lingering clientele, often seeking his counsel in the face of cancer, leukemia, AIDS or similar incurable lingering ailments, that gave Leo a sense of empathy with his fellow man and revealed to him what sort of vapid shortsighted people his parents were, and that he was becoming.  He became very serious and quiet, disappointing his parents by choosing to work in the hospice during the next summer in lieu of a cushy job (lifeguard) on the new Ocean Princess.  They told him that hospices were places for the dying, certainly no place for the living and ‘tut-tutted’ fiercely.  They haven't really gotten along with him since then, since he never did take their advice.  His great-uncle was his last patient before the hospice was closed, and upon Otto’s death, Leo made a solemn vow to leave childish things behind and devote his life to helping his fellow man.  He has changed his major from archaeology to pre-med, accordingly.

He has realized that he can do the most good if he has a duty to do more than even his uncle, and has begun training to become an EMT, to help people before they come to accept death, when he can make a difference still.