Twilight (Mnemosyne ‘Nemo’ Kafkoulas)
PL 10 (140 pp)

Abilities: Str 12, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 12 [22 pp]

Attack: Melee +4, Ranged +4, +6 with Fatigue ‘blade,’ +8 with Fatigue ‘spear’ [8 pp]
Defense: +4 (+2 flat-footed) [8 pp]
Initiative: +2
Damage +1 hand to hand, +14 Fatigue attack (+12 Area or Ranged)
Saves: Toughness +3, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +2 [0 pp]

Skills: Acrobatics 1 (+3), Bluff 2 (+3), Climb 1 (+2), Computers 1 (+3), Concentration 0 (+2), Craft (mechanical) 1 (+3), Diplomacy 2 (+3), Disable Device 2 (+4), Disguise 0 (+1), Drive 2 (+4), Escape Artist 0 (+2), Gather Information 2 (+3), Handle Animal 0 (+1), Intimidate 2 (+3), Investigate 2 (+4), Knowledge (arcane lore) 2 (+4), Knowledge (current events) 1 (+3), Knowledge (history) 4 (+6), Knowledge (earth sciences) 2 (+4), Knowledge (art) 1 (+3), Language (English, native), Language (Greek), Notice 4 (+6), Pilot 1 (+4), Search 1 (+3), Sense Motive 4 (+6), Sleight of Hand 2 (+4), Stealth 4 (+6), Survival 2 (+4), Swim 1 (+2) [12 pp, 48 ranks in skills]

Feats: Benefit 1 (wealth), Power Attack
[2 pp]

Powers:
Alternate Form (shadow) 16 (Insubstantial 4, Immunity 9 (life-support), Fatigue 14 (Extra: Affects Corporeal, Power Feats: Accurate 1, Alternate Power – Fatigue 12 (Extra: Affects Corporeal, Partial Extra: Area (burst) 2, Power Feat: Selective, Alternate Power – Fatigue 12 (Extras: Affects Corporeal, Partial Extra: Accurate 2, Range 4, Sedation), Elongation 2 (appears to craft oversized weapons of shadows to reach out and strike distant targets), Speed 2, Super-Movement 1 (wall-crawling)), [80]
Concealment (visual) 2 (Flaw: Limited (only in shadows)), [2]
Teleportation 4 (Flaw: Medium (shadows)), [4]
Obscure (visual) 5 (clouds of inky darkness, Flaw: Range 1 (touch)), [5]
Super-Senses 2 (darkvision) [2]
[88 pp]

Abilities 22 + Combat 16 + Saves 0 + Skills 12 + Feats 2 + Powers 83 = 140 pp

Born two days after her twin sister, ‘Nemo’ grew into a physical ‘tom-boy’ sort of figure, cropping her dark hair short in a frequently unkempt page-boy cut, and invariably having dirt-stains and tears on her school uniform, as a result of her boisterous and adventurous nature. Her sister regularly insinuated that she hung out with the boys because she was easy, or that she secretly wanted to be one, but she just likes the active life, and the fact that it is completely the opposite of her sisters’ sorority clique-ishness suits Nemo just fine.

In college, Nemo studied an eclectic mix of ‘liberal arts’ and trade-school sorts of courses, having absolutely no idea what she wanted to do with her life, unlike her ‘plan-everything-to-death’ sister. She also had a string of boyfriends, most of whom couldn’t keep up with her or deal with her extremely casual sense of relationships, only furthering her sister’s contempt, and further offended Calli’s sense of propriety by wearing cut-off jeans and other ‘low, common’ clothing, such as tied-off half-shirts or hiking boots.

She was hiking the Appalachian mountain trail the summer Calli encountered the Opaline entity in Africa, and Nemo woke with the night whispering to her that something was coming. She hadn’t dreamt of her sister for months, happily forgetting that she wasn’t an only child, and so the dreams of her sister, face twisted into an alien mask of fury and wreathed in opaline forces, and yet also seemingly caged by these very forces, with people cowering before her.

By the time she made it to civilization, her sister had already been captured and restrained within ‘power-dampening fields’ and it took all of her mother's political capital pull to allow them to even see her. Seeing her sister, unkempt and pale and out-of-shape from her ordeal, Nemo was struck at how much this wasn’t her sister, that Calli would have rather died than allow someone to see her like this, hair a mess, face un-made, clothing disheveled, skin sallow and hanging loosely from her frame, and she reached out to her sister, only to feel the supposedly unbreakable glass part like water before their hands and a rush of soothing coolness pour into her like water filling a glass.

Thrown back, she looked up to see her sister rising into the air screaming ‘At last! I am free from you!’ and threw her hands up as a wall of opaline force slammed her to the ground, and yet somehow passed *through* her body, which now gleamed glossy black like the night-sky, with a warm golden ‘fire’ twisting and coiling deep within. Prison officials poured into the room, only to see Nemo vanish into the shadows, in pursuit of her sister.

The endless battle between the merciless wrath of the sun and the soothing arms of the night rages yet again, and none can say how it will end this time.