[Living Dress
350 MP
Biology 80
Tailoring 35
Biological Material (Rank C+) x 30.]
Well.
There it is.
Riley would make that guy from Silence of the Lambs proud.
Not really. It didn't look like a flesh suit. It looked like a perfectly normal dress. Ok, not normal, but rather a perfectly normal fancy party dress. If I didn't know the red ribbons were full of blood, or that white lace was... no. I'm not going to dwell on that. Sufficient to say, I'll just wind up activating Gamer's Mind again.
**Riley is proud.
"Tah-dah!" She does a cute little spin, and the dress flairs out around her.
I smile. "It's very impressive. Not just impressive, but amazing!" I pat her on her head. "I'm so proud of you." I neglect to mention that the reason I'm proud isn't just her accomplishment, but also because she 'just' made the dress. It feeds off of... I don't know how it feeds, but Riley said it doesn't need food. More importantly, it doesn't do anything else strange. No tentacles. No plague pustules. No becoming sentient and craving blood.
**Riley is very proud.
**Riley is embarrassed.
She preens as she poses in front of the mirror. I never did ask where she got that from. It can't be made of glass. She then turns to me. "Did you get a blueprint? Huh? Huh? Huh?" The little girl tugs at my shirt sleeve.
"I did." I nod. "There's just one issue."
**Riley is worried.
"What's wrong?"
"It takes 30 units of Biological Material."
"How much is a unit?"
I shrug. "No idea. It also needs Rank C or above." I shake my head. "Most people are just Rank D."
Riley taps her foot. "Then we just need to rob a morgue."
"Riley."
**Riley feels guilty.
"I mean, we just need to ask the Elite for cadavers."
I shake my head again. "That would raise some questions we don't want to answer."
**Riley is disappointed.
**Riley is sad.
"But I used up most of my supplies making just this!" Her lower lip trembles.
Argh! Fine! "You can chop off my arm. I'll regrow it as much as you want."
**Riley is happy.
"Really?" She does a standing jump into a hug. "Thank you big brother!"
I gently pat her on the back. "It's no problem. After all, you're the one doing me a favor." Even with the blueprint, there was no way I could provide Accord the suits I'd promised on my own. Heck, I didn't even HAVE a tailoring skill.
Yet.
Now that I knew it existed, I was bound by completionist rules to obtain it. Besides, I couldn't rely on Riley for everything.
I'll have her make a prototype first. Jagat can deliver it and get any feedback. This would also help me grind Rapid Regeneration...
Wait a second. Why hasn't it gotten up to level 3 yet? The clinic has been running non-stop for long enough. I was spending that MP... on... pods... Pods, not Rapid Regeneration. My MP costs were probably going to level Summoning - a worthy endeavor that would pay off eventually, but I could do that on my own. No. It was time to alter how the pods worked. Instead of Crafting some permanent ones, I'd Craft some non-functional ones with a slot for a Rapid Regeneration Gremlin or something.
That does make me pause. Could I apply Rapid Regeneration to something I summoned? I mean, if I could then I was obligated to do so right? Or would that cause the Simurgh to pull another Sphere? On the other hand, other Tinkertech required maintenance. Mine was just a bud of Dragon's, so it stood to reason I wasn't special in that regard. In fact, given its nature, how could anyone but me 'maintain' it?
It was definitely on my to-do list. Once I determined the limits of my Crafting Perk, I could leverage it.
Just so long as I didn't help too many people?
Why did we have such marvelous Tinkers, yet no appreciable quality of life improvements compared to Earth Aleph? I mean, stuff like containment foam was in every major city, yet we didn't have any notable advantage over a place with a fraction of capes. Sure, a lot of that was because of the Endbringers, but even more was due to the fact that only Tinkers could understand Tinkertech. Was the need for maintenance something Shards purposely inflicted?
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
Entropy was a real problem.
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
What the? I hadn't even started a new thought. I was just thinking about how regular things needed maintenance, just not as much as Tinkertech apparently. 'Entropy was a real problem'? THAT deserved a skill increase? How did that sentiment even qualify as parahuman lore? The only things that increased it in the past were ideas on the nature of parahumans and their powers.
Unless...
Was the whole purpose of Shards to find a solution for entropy?
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
Okay. Wow. Uhm... I guess that makes me feel a little better about the shit-show Earth Bet has become? I mean, finding a solution for entropy seems like a serious undertaking. I'm going to have to do some research on what human scientists have to say on it. Especially since so many powers seem to break it so easily. Conservation of mass? Unlimited power sources? Basic fucking physical laws? Powers laughed at all of those.
Unless, of course, we actually didn't know what the universe was really like. Or powers were operating on a level that we just couldn't see. One that still drew power from somewhere else.
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
Right. So continuing my previous train of thought - Cauldron vials removed the conflict drive, and that was at least partially responsible for Tinkertech being 'finicky'. So was Hero such a good Tinker because he was a Cauldron cape? It would make sense. Then why weren't there other Cauldron Tinkers doing marvelous things? I bet if I knew what their goal was, I could figure it out. Still, 'A Hero's Legacy' seemed to mock me from my quest list. I bet it has to do with something involving Hero's tech.
"Hey! Kevin!" Riley tugged at my sleeve again. "You're spacing out!"
I blinked and looked down at her. "Sorry. I just had some revelations about the fundamental nature of our universe."
**Riley is curious.
"What are they?" She began to tug faster. "Tell me! Tell me!"
Chantilly put the ruler down. It wasn't her imagination, the grafted 'skin' was shrinking. Between Thanksgiving and Pixel's attack on Lost Garden, she hadn't been able to visit the clinic. She idly ran her fingertips across the fake flesh on her forearm. It tickled a little. Whatever it was that Pixel and Bit had placed on her arm had more sensations than the rest of her cloth body... and it was getting smaller.
She poked at it. Was that lump of lace always around the edges? Was she absorbing it somehow? How would that even work?
She let out a sigh. Time to visit the Protectorate's doctor again. Dr. Smith was nice enough, but they hadn't had much interaction before. Case 53s were a mystery, but at least most of them had flesh. Once the curiosity wore off, most doctors gave up.
Still, Dr. Smith was a specialist. He might have some idea.
Chantilly reached his door and pulled out the wooden block she kept in her 'purse'. She used it to knock on the door. Her cloth body didn't have bones, so it was practically impossible for her to knock without a tool.
"Come in." The voice called from inside. She opened the door and entered. "Ah, Chantilly." Dr. Smith was an attractive older man with a winning smile. "Our next appointment wasn't until Friday. Has something occurred?"
She felt a little foolish, but she was under orders to notify him of any change - no matter how small. "It's the skin graft." She pulled up the sleeve she'd constructed. "It's a centimeter smaller than yesterday."
"Really?" He sounded excited. "Hop up and let me take a look."
The lace girl gently lowered herself onto the paper that was rolled over the bed/chair. Once seated, she used her left hand to keep her sleeve back while extending the right. She didn't need to, she could have the sleeve roll up on its own, but she tried to copy other people's actions.
"I think there's a lump on the edges."
"I see." The doctor took out a magnifying glass and peered at her new addition from every angle. "Let me just compare it to the pictures we took last time." He turned and typed at his computer. "0.3 centimeters from each side." He looked up at her. "Any other symptoms?"
"No." She shook her head. "It still is more sensitive than my normal body. I don't think that's changed."
"Good, good." He nodded before pulling out a pair of tweezers. "Do you mind?"
She shook her head. "No, go right ahead."
Dr. Smith gingerly peeled the fabric around the pixelized flesh away. "Yes. I think you're assimilating it."
"Really?"
The older man straightened up and gave her a smile. "You eat food, correct?"
She nodded. "Yes. Not much, but I do get hungry."
"Well, your body works remarkably similar to most other, er, animals." She was glad he hadn't said people. "This is just further evidence that your power must have..." He twirled his hand in the air. "Altered you."
"I guess."
"Don't worry." He flashed her a smile. "Any change is good after all!"
Chantilly wasn't so sure. She'd been daydreaming about having actual hands and a face. Sure, it wouldn't be the same as being human, but it would've made fitting in possible. How was she supposed to do that if her body just assimilated everything?
I'd stayed awake during the night. A few Tired debuffs was a small price to pay to make sure nothing happened to our haul. I'd had the Travelers stay at a different motel. Changing locations wasn't a tactic they'd been able to use before. Noelle's previous form had made finding accommodations a challenge, so moving on the fly was a new option.
Our truck was rented through the week. Despite all my efforts, I'm sure the Protectorate could've found us - if they were looking. Boston wasn't a violent city. A single warehouse burning down in a couple of minutes was news, especially when there was no collateral damage. I guessed the question wasn't if they suspected a parahuman was behind it. Rather, it was what crimes had been committed.
Arson and robbery? Probably bigger fish to fry. Murder? That was another issue. Hopefully Blasto would popup somewhere to prove he was still alive.
That's why we were already outside the city. I'd wanted to drive straight through... but I didn't have a license, much less a learner's permit. Not that I would have a copy of them, or that I could show them to any cops that pulled me over. I'd also never driven such a large truck. Honestly, Oliver was the only one of us that could handle it, and that was because of his power. Sure, I could learn pretty quick, but I'd undoubtedly make mistakes in the meantime.
Thankfully, morning came without incident. Krouse called Accord and arranged for our return next week. Best to stay away from Boston until any heat died down - and Blasto was seen in public again. Oliver drove the truck to the loading dock, and Riley got her new toys.
Rebecca Costa-Brown read the latest report by Director Wilkins. Barrow dead in his cell before they could have a public trial. Couldn't that scum have lived long enough to be paraded in front of everyone? An honest to goodness cult leader would allow them to shape the perfect narrative. There had to be a scapegoat offered up to the masses.
Well, it wasn't like Lost Garden was hurting for both villains and victims. Barrow Lotus could be the face of Lost Garden. Preliminary reports on her were disturbing. Not a true Master, but enough of one to cause an outrage. Yes, she would work nicely. With some luck, the other parahumans could be brought into the fold. Lotus too, if they could get through to her. No one was more pig-headed than a teenager, and she clearly had issues.
The leader of the PRT glanced at the autopsy report. Scar tissue and bleeding consistent with a pneumothorax, yet his lungs weren't collapsed when the medics arrived? She raised an eyebrow. Not too strange, considering what his toxicology screen showed. Still, it was odd that the damage was more severe in his right lung. She flipped to the WEDGDG after action report.
'Killed by a bullet to the spleen.'
Alexandria let out a sigh. Pixel. He was too closely involved. She checked the other WEDGDG notes for the rest of the Lost Garden capes.
'Severely burned.'
'Right foot disintegrated.'
'Disabled by Tinkertech.'
Useless. At least the non-Thinker reports were consistent. She'd have to send WEDGDG a memo. Don't bother investigating cases involving Pixel unless they can devote time to do so at least ten times. Even that wouldn't give clear enough results, but it was better than this dreg.
Speaking of which... She pulled up the section about his cells. The Butcher and Barrow hadn't done well under his power nullification field, but one was clearly a power interaction and the other was an older man in poor health. Barrow Chrysanthemum hadn't shown any negative effects, nor had any of the other Lost Garden capes that Wilkins had placed inside.
She gave a slight frown when she read the attached note from Legend. Her teammate had stepped inside. Stupid to expose himself. Oh? That was interesting. He could still use his powers, but they were noticeably weaker. So not a nullification effect, but a dampening one.
That was a mixed bag. On one hand, it was reassuring that Legend could handle him if the Tinker did something stupid. It also meant that there would be some threats it wouldn't work against. Like the Endbringers. Although the odds of getting any of them inside a room was virtually non-existent anyways.
Nevertheless, she should press the Elite for more information. Pixel had stated his tech was limited, and shouldn't be relied on. Modesty? A flaw in his specialization? There were numerous applications for it. Depending on what they found out, it might be worth feeling him out for Cauldron.
If only Contessa could give a straight answer.
Rebecca laughed. It would be worth it for there to be a second person that Fortuna had to rely on something aside from her power to interact with. There was even a small chance that Pixel might manage to give Scion a slight pause.
The leader of the PRT drummed her fingers on her desk. Yes. More information was needed. This wasn't something they could rush. In the meantime she'd need to speak with Legend. Not that she foresaw any issues, but potential weapons had to be kept safe.
*Stay Off The Path failed!
Fuck.
What triggered that? I glanced at my mini-map. Nothing out of the ordinary. I switched my vision with some of my cameras. I didn't see Legend flying overhead and preparing to rain light down on me.
*Perception check failed!
What? Oh double-fuck!
"...you okay?"
Huh? Oh, right.
"Mr. Pixel, are you okay?"
**Chantilly is worried.
The lace girl was looking up at me from an inch away. "Yes, sorry." I let out a chuckle. "I just saw a blip on my sensors and was performing a thorough scan to make certain it was nothing."
**Chantilly is relieved.
"Oh, that's nice." She fanned herself with her hand. "I must say I can hardly blame you. After that just dreadful business with Lost Garden. Awful, truly awful."
"You were saying?" We continued our walk to the guest lounge.
**Chantilly is sad.
The girl wrapped her left hand around her right forearm. That was the place Riley had grafted my 'flesh' onto. "I don't think that grafting is going to work."
We entered the room. "I see. Would you like to talk with me? Bit should be ready soon."
She shook her head. "No. I... I think I'd rather explain it just once."
I nodded. "I understand."
Kevin ► Are you ready?
Riley ► Yep! Just got the last of Blasto's stuff squared away.
Riley ► It's really cobbled together.
Kevin ► Yeah. Chantilly and I will be there in a moment.
Riley ► Should I wear my dress?
Kevin ► How about you show her the dress first? You're her doctor.
Riley ► Right, right. I can be cute when I'm off the clock!
Riley ► Hee hee!
Did she just type out 'Hee hee'? Or rather think it? I guess it's not easy to convey giggling.
"Bit's ready." I stood up and held out my hand. "Shall we depart?"
Chantilly took my hand to help her to her feet. "Why thank you, kind sir."
I'll take that as a 'yes'. I tossed and Inventory Cube down to let out a Teleportation Pad. We both stepped on it, and were instantly in Riley's lab.
"Hi Chantilly!" The Tinker in question waved before gathering up her new dress and skipping over to us. "Look what I have!"
**Chantilly is surprised.
Kevin ► Riley, Chantilly isn't feeling very well at the moment.
Kevin ► I think she has some bad news. She's worried and sad.
Riley ► What?
Riley ► Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Kevin ► I didn't think you'd show off your new dress first thing.
Riley ► Stupid brother! :P
"That's... very nice, Bit." Chantilly took a sleeve and rubbed it with her fingers. "It's much smoother than it looks." She moved her hand to the left and the right, peering at the pixelized dress from different angles. "How? Never mind." She let go and straightened herself up before clasping her hands together. "Pixel did a wonderful job."
**Riley is annoyed.
**Riley is disappointed.
Kevin ► I know I don't have any tailoring skill, and that you made the dress.
Kevin ► However, it's natural to assume that everything that's 'pixelized' came from me.
Riley ► Yeah, I understand.
Riley ► But she didn't say it was cute!
I resisted the urge to bring my palm to my face.
Kevin ► She's worried. I don't think she's in a dress-evaluating mind.
Kevin ► Besides, she's also probably not that into fashion, seeing as how she's stuck that way.
Riley ► Oh! I hadn't thought of that! Her bio said she was the daughter of two tailors, so I assumed she loved dresses.
Riley ► But I guess she doesn't remember that huh? :(
Kevin ► Yeah, forgetting your parents is a unique sort of pain.
Riley ► Yes. It is.
**Riley is determined.
"Enough about the dress." Bit bowed her head. "I'm sorry for being excited about it when you're here for medical reasons."
"N-no, that's not, I mean..."
**Chantilly is flustered.
"We can talk about fashion afterwards!" I knew it. Riley can only be distracted for only so long. "Let's get you on the table!" After Chantilly was positioned, Riley continued. "How have you been? Any issues?"
"Well..." The lace girl glanced to the side before slowly pulling her sleeve up. "The skin is doing well. I can still feel with it, and it looks healthy... I guess?" She sighed. "But it's shrinking. Grafting won't work. My body's absorbing it and turning it to lace! I mean, I've tried concentrating on it. Willing myself not to take it in. Nothing works!" She let out a sniff.
**Chantilly is sad.
**Chantilly is depressed.
**Chantilly is hopeless.
"And?"
"And what?" The case 53 looked up. "I'm glad you tried, but I don't see the point of continuing."
Riley giggled. "The point is to understand. This wasn't supposed to be a cure, it's an experiment!"
"What?"
"Your biology is unique, so finding answers will take time." She took Chantilly's arm and poked the skin. "We now know something we didn't know before! The next step is to alter the application and observe the results. Does the rate of absorption depend on the location? Size? Material? I have some new samples I'd like to try."
**Chantilly is hopeful.
"Really?"
"Of course." Bit puffed out her chest before pausing. "I think we need to set expectations. I'll add some more grafts, if that's okay with you. We'll see how they perform. If one doesn't deteriorate, then great, but that's not the goal. We're trying to understand how your body works. That's all for right now. The more data, the better tests we can design. When we know enough, THAT'S when we'll see real progress."
**Chantilly is happy.
**Chantilly is excited.
I have to give it to Riley. That was a pretty good speech. Her bedside manner might be a bit odd, but what did I know? As long as Chantilly was happy and hopeful, then it didn't matter what she said.
"Now about my dress. I was thinking I could wear it and walk around town with you."
**Chantilly is confused.
"Like on a patrol?"
"Yes! Exactly!" I could hear the smile in Riley's voice. "I'm itching to go out and kick some patootie!"
"Accord will see you now Mr. Blackbox."
"Thank you." Jagat entered Accord's office and shook his hand. "Greeting, Accord, I hope the delay was bearable."
"Nonsense." His mask smiled. "A finely tailored suit in less than a week is already an accomplishment."
"Yes." I nodded as the black box around my pixelized suit faded. 30 seconds. "My associate does work quickly. If this suit is to your liking, copies of it should take a similar amount of time."
"And if it's not?"
"Then we will dispose of it, and fix any shortcomings in the next one. Such a cycle will be repeated until you are satisfied."
**Accord is pleased.
"An admirable policy."
5 seconds.
"Perfection might be beyond the reach of mortals, but those of us who can come closer to it have an obligation to do so." 1 second. I place the box I'm carrying on the table and step back. "Behold!"
The box vanishes into pixels. Sure, I could've just inventoried the box to have it disappear, but I think Accord will appreciate the theatrics.
**Accord is happy.
"Marvelous."
The suit had 100 HP. The samples I'd had the Travelers wear lost between 0 and 2 HP after a day. "Please examine it thoroughly and let Trickster know of any shortcomings." I picked up a handkerchief I'd made for this demonstration. "Each suit will last for approximately 50 days of use, depending on how its treated." I pulled at the sides of the handkerchief, it resisted me slightly before tearing in two. Each half was just a regular piece of silk. "Too much stress and it will fall apart, much like everything else."
"I see." Accord nodded. He hadn't made a move to touch the material. I'm sure he had all sorts of plans to test it and my trustworthiness. I could appreciate that.
"Then I shall take my leave. I'll call again once the next suit is ready."
"Of course." Accord motioned for the door, his eyes were still locked onto the suit. "Please see yourself out."
I wasn't sure how many extra suits he might try to get from me. Giving his perfectionist nature? Probably not many. I suspected the ones that didn't make the cut would be experimented with. Since there was nothing special about them, aside from being pixelized, I wasn't worried. The ones I'd torn apart had left cloth remains. Very odd, since they'd been made out of one of my arms.
Riley couldn't detect any biologic materials in the fabric shards, so I wasn't worried. Confused, but not worried.
"Alright." Riley pulled at the top of the metal container. It opened with a hissing of escaping gas. "I've modified Blasto's cloning pod. The nutrient bath should keep your friend's brain alive during the process."
We were in her workshop. Riley had expanded it to the smaller operating room. The larger one took some of Blasto's tech, but most of it was here. Dozens of greenlings were contained in clear tubes that Riley had constructed. Spare parts to use and study. They apparently went into a sort of hibernation when they were deprived of sunlight for too long.
Riley had commented on how efficient it was for them to contain chlorophyll. Sure, it made them green, but also let them mainly subsist on sunlight and water. I had to convince her to not make the same modifications to herself.
"So should I release Mr. Price's brain into the jar?"
Riley shook her head. "No. The fluid is very viscous. Even a slight fall into it could be damaging." She peered down into the open hatch. "Plus we wouldn't want any of it to splash out onto the lid. It could affect the seal."
"So... on the table?"
"Yep!" Riley stood next to it, while her spiders and mets crawled over her. "I'll need to stimulate it and induce activity." Her pixelized spider sat atop her helmet. She still radiated pride when she saw it. I knew she wanted to make more, but I'd convinced her to use me for the biological components. My power didn't specify that they needed brains, so it should work.
It would also let the poor souls trapped inside rest - assuming they were still alive.
"Here I go." I raised my hand and let Mr. Price's brain appear on the table.
Riley immediately got to work. Her spiders extended long needle-like limbs. Small arcs of electricity jumped from their ends into the brain.
**Riley is worried.
The spiders crawled off of her. They continued with their minor shocks while carefully inserting their legs deeper and deeper.
**Riley is afraid.
Mr. Price's brain began to slowly expand. It wasn't as extreme as what she'd done to Uppermost, but I could see her movements becoming quicker and more frantic.
**Riley is sad.
She took a step back. Her spiders continued with their shocks, as Riley's mask flowed away from her face. "Kevin..." She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. His corona pollentia was attached to his prefrontal cortex. The damage he took caused it to spasm and affect both his hippocampus and amygdala." She looked down and away. "I don't know how many of his memories are gone. Even if I fixed the damage, I can't restore the neurons to the way they were before. Even in the best case scenario, he'd essentially be a blank slate."
A blank slate. No better than a clone. That wouldn't be Mr. Price. My friend was dead.
And it was all my fault.
Prefrontal cortex? I knew enough about biology to know where that was located. The damage he'd taken, the blow that had erased his mind, it was the same one that had killed him. The one I'd delivered.
*Depressed condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
Why did I even think I could take back what I'd done? What a laugh! Of course he was dead! I'm 'killer' after all! It was the first thing I'd done once I'd gotten my powers! How could anything good come from that? How could it ever be reversed?!
*Hysteria condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
My fault. All my fault. Mr. Price wasn't even the first. My friends. My mom. My teachers. My classmates. The old lady at the church who baked apple and pear pies. The Hollises who lived next door. Their grandchildren that I'd played with. An entire town dead because of me.
*Guilt condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
I looked at Riley. "I see. Do what you think is best." I paused for a second. "I-I need to be alone."
**Riley is sad.
I got the notification right before I vanished.
[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer/Pixel/Jagat)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: The Elite
Title: Orator (+50% to communication checks)
Level: 25 (19,500/25,000 Exp)
Mover: 8
Shaker: 2
Brute: 5
Breaker: 10
Master: 5
Tinker: 1
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 1
Trump: 9
Stranger: 9
HP: 580
MP: 260
Primary Attributes
STR: 65
AGI: 35
CON: 70
INT: 24
PER: 22
WIS: 20
CHA: 91
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 10
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 4
Inventory lvl 2
Party System
Transposition lvl 2
Multiplayer
Memories of ?
Unique Summons (6/8)
Riley's Zero Suit - 0 Str. 25 Dex. 10 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 1. Lucky Screen lvl 1. Observe lvl 2. Party. Malleable.
Met Factory - Str 40. Dex 20. Con 40. Inventory. Summoning lvl 4.
Gray Fox - Thief II Str 10. Dex 50. Con 20. Stealth. Teleportation lvl 3. Summoning lvl 2.
Boo - Str 20. Dex 85. Con 20. Observe. Teleportation lvl 1. Summoning lvl 4.
Little Mac - Str 80. Dex 140. Con 80. Unarmed Combat. Damage Resistance (Physical).
Dhalsim - Str 80. Dex 25. Con 60. Unarmed Combat. Damage Resistance (Gravity). Meditation. Malleable. Teleportation lvl 1.
Perks Selected (8/9):
Rapid Regeneration lvl 2
Summoning lvl 4
Lucky Fate lvl 3
Lucky Screen lvl 3
Power Drain lvl 3
Teleportation lvl 3
Danger Sense lvl 3
Crafting lvl 2 (Analysis, Surgery, Gourmet)
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Ears of Babel
Expansion
Skills:
Acting: 25
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics:10
Biology: 17
Computers: 6
Cooking: 5
Craft (Armor) 1
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Cold): 4 - 20%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Electricity): 65 - 99.3%
Damage Resistance (Gravity): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Heat): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Light): 75 - 99.8%
Damage Resistance (Magnetism): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 67 - 99.4%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 68
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 89 - 99.9495%
Parahuman Lore: 27
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 19 - 95%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Str Damage): 1 - 5%
Resistance (Temporal): 26 - 95.7%
Stealth: 25
Unarmed Combat: 42
Video Games: 31
Ongoing Quests:
Best Served Cold
Scion
A Hero's Legacy
Defusing 1/5 0/5 0/5
What Can Change The Nature of a Shard?
Heartbroken
Shackles
Humanity First
Martyred
Debuffs:
None]
