Stratus
(Rupert
Emory Giles)
PL 10 (175 pp)
Abilities: Str 12, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 18/28, Wis 18, Cha 14
[30 pp]
Attack: Melee +3/+13 Ranged +3/+13 [6 pp]
Defense: +3/+13 [6 pp]
Initiative: +2
Damage: +1/+2
Saves: Toughness +2/+4*, Fort +2, Ref +2/+7, Will +8
[4 pp]
*from Defensive Roll
Skills: Acrobatics 0 (+2), Bluff 2 (+4), Climb 0 (+1),
Computers 0 (+0), Concentration 2 (+6), Craft (artistic, chemical, structural)
0 (+4/+9), Craft (mechanical, electronic) 0 (+0), Diplomacy 2 (+4), Disable
Device 0 (+0), Disguise 0 (+2), Drive 1 (+1), Escape Artist 0 (+2), Gather
Information 8 (+10), Handle Animal 1 (+3), Intimidate 4 (+6), Investigate
10 (+14/+19), Knowledge (arcane lore) 8 (+12/+17), Knowledge (arts) 4 (+8/+13),
Knowledge (history) 8 (+12/+17), Knowledge (streetwise) 4 (+8/+13), Knowledge
(tactics) 4 (+8/+13), Knowledge (popular culture, technology) 0 (+0), Knowledge
(all others) 0 (+4/+9), Language (Queen’s English, native), Language (Latin),
Language (Greek), Language (French), Language (German), Medicine 2 (+6/+11),
Notice 4 (+8), Perform (singing) 2 (+4), Perform (stringed instrument) 2 (+4),
Perform (oratory) 2 (+4), Pilot 0 (+0), Profession (librarian) 2 (+6), Profession
(museum curator) 2 (+6), Profession (teacher) 2 (+6), Ride 1 (+3), Search
4 (+8/+13), Sense Motive 4 (+8), Sleight of Hand 2 (+4), Stealth 4 (+6), Survival
0 (+4), Swim 1 (+2)
[24 pp, 96 ranks in skills]
Feats: Jack-of-All-Trades, Assessment, Connected, Contacts,
Ritualist, Well-Informed, Master Plan, Set-Up, Eidetic
Memory, Evasion 2, Improved Aim, Sneak Attack 4, Power Attack, Defensive Roll
2
[19 pp]
Powers: Enhanced Intelligence 10, Enhanced Defense
10, Enhanced Attack 5, Enhanced Reflex Save 5, Super-Senses 15 (Combat
sense, Precognition, Postcognition, Blindsight
(hearing)), Telepathy 2, Communication 2 (speak and understand all
languages), Insubstantial 2 (air form, Extra: Linked (to Concealment
& Flight), Flaw: Duration (concentration)), Concealment 2 (visual,
Extra: Linked to Incorporeal & Flight, Flaw: Duration (concentration)),
Flight 2 (Extra: Linked to Incorporeal and Concealment, Flaw: Duration
(concentration)), Regeneration 3 (Recovery Rate (Injured 1 (/20 minutes),
Staggered 1 (/20 minutes), Disabled (/5 hours)), Strike 1 (Extra: Affects
Corporeal (+1 cost to apply to Str bonus as well),
Power Feat: Mighty)
[86 pp, all powers have a Mystical source]
Complication: Techno-illiterate / out-of-date (attribute
bonuses do not apply to Computers, Drive, Pilot, Disable Device, Knowledge
(technology), Knowledge (popular culture), Craft (mechanical), Craft (electronic)
and any technologically-sophisticated Profession skills (such as computer
programmer))
Amalgam – Watcher Rupert Giles (from Buffy) and a tiny
dash of the Elemental Vortex
Heir to a wealthy and well-connected peerage in his native
England, Rupert Emory Giles has washed up on the shores of the colonies, and
quite literally ‘washed-up’ at that. His family is not on speaking terms with
him, and the various high societies and secret Scottish rites he once attended
have done their level best to forget that he ever existed, other than to occasionally
sigh at the resources wasted on the promising young man.
Taking advantage of his first-class education, he has
had an assortment of jobs in America, ranging from museum curator to teacher
to, most recently, high school librarian, as his cursed attraction to the
demon liquor has cast him out of every respectable job he has managed to secure
in the two and half decades of his ‘exile among the barbarians.’ Once of his
many faux pas of previous years was his utter mocking condescension of the
superstitious claptrap so popular among his upper-class peers, and so it came
as something of a surprise to him when a text of drivel about some ‘enjoining
ritual’ and ‘elemental powers’ fell into his lap in the school library, just
at the time that a PTA meeting had gone horribly horribly
wrong, with what seemed honest-to-God monsters running the halls, killing
faculty and student and parent alike! Trapped in the library with some suspiciously
thuggish students (really, how many students carried *weapons* to class?),
Rupert was thrown back when the doors exploded open, and remembered hands
at his throat, and the world going black. He felt that if only he could draw
breathe, he could talk his way out of this, surely it must be some mistake,
and then he felt a dullness in his chest, and it seemed as it something passed
through him. He distantly heard the report of thunder. Being the sensible
sort, he came to the realization that he must have just been shot, as he had
lost feeling in his body. It was something of a shock to find out that the
thunder had been just that, thunder, and that the senseless feeling was that
of his spirit being ripped from his dying flesh to attend some sort of meeting
with the elemental powers he had been reading about, powers that now insisted
that the forces of shadow could no longer be allowed to run amok as they had
been in Los Angeles. He was informed that he was to be ‘the mind,’ that which
oversees the whole of the body and directs the motions of the hands, and gives
clarity to the drives of the heart, channeling the energy of the spirit. All
nonsense, of course, but he went along with it, until the wind tore through
his jaded preconceptions as if through cobwebs, and left him with a clarity
that he had never felt in his soberest moment. For a moment, he could see
*everything,* hear the doubts in the hearts of the others, see the fears and
dreams and hopes and illusions stripped bare, floating around him on winds
that only he could hear. The wind tells him many things, but always in whispers,
and he often seems distracted, listening to things that no man should be able
to hear.
He uses his talents subtly, attempting to restrain the
others until he has sufficient information to formulate a Master Plan. Once
they move in, he wafts in on an unseen breeze, to move right next to a threat
of some sort, and then use Improved Aim, Sneak Attack and Power Attack in
whatever combination promises to have the most dramatic impact. His blow,
when it lands, sounds like thunder, guided not by the rampaging elemental
strength of some of his newfound allies, but by his intellect, to maximize
it’s effect.
[I don't know Giles' middle name. So I made one up. One that is a pseudonym for Merlin, 'cause I'm perverse that way.]