Character Name: Amelia Fox
Alternate Identities: Kitsune
Player Name: RPG
|Hair Color:||Sandy Blond dyed Purple|
|Amelia is a wide-eyed girl in her late teens with a mediocre home dye job and frizzy, no, wind-blown hair. She has large brown eyes set in a very pretty face. She is lean, as one might expect of a speedster, almost to the point of skinny. She commonly carries a backpack for High-energy snacks, clothes (or her armor) and, if needed, whatever she is delivering.|
Three thousand to get a package to Detroit in three hours. Thousand an hour? I can do that. He didn't bother to tell me it was some secret underground base or anything. But, a delivery is a delivery and there's no place I can't get into ... just takes a little longer. Maybe I should have let Daimon teach me lock picking or something.
So, there's this base, super secret underground thing smells all new. All I found was four people, one guy taking apart a carburetor, a guy in a glass cell and people watching him. Didn't find another and I wanted to take a look around 'cuz, you know, curious and stuff. First things first, though. I needed a kitchen bad, I was starving!
Man, they don't even have leftovers! I mean, I threw together a half dozen sandwiches, I think I used all the meat and they have these weird mustards. What's with the brown seeds? And no American cheese. That's just un-American! Soda, okay, a six pack was almost enough. Took a couple seconds to eat then, back to looking around.
Damn, it's like a hotel, a government hotel. Shit's all the same and the carpet is hard. Okay, I like the wall stuff, what was it, wainscoting? But, seventeen hotel rooms, a storeroom full of all kinds of cool stuff, a boring conference room and medical rooms. They actually got a freezer for bodies. What kind of place is this? Must be a bunch of serial killers living here.
I find this one office, like really cool. Looks like a museum threw up. I found a gun range...yeah, serial killers. A room full of like combat stuff ... guns ... body armor, that stuff. There was a computer room and a couple other rooms full of stuff, like one was full of boxes of clothes. Must be like trophies from all the bodies in the freezer.
I went back into the garage to look at the cool cars and that guy was cussing at the carburetor so I took it apart for him. You should have seen his face when it just fell apart. I wonder if he needed ALL the parts? So, this weird place with like cells, one guy in it, that was tougher, had to keep moving to stay out of sight but in and out, that's me.
That's about the time I heard the elevator thing coming down. Maybe this Layla is coming at last. Imagine my surprise when like whole armies of people started piling out of trucks. One guy was wearing armor but he got out of it as soon as the door closed. I figured too many people, I should finish this up.
I popped up next to the armor suit guy and said in a perfectly reasonable tone, "About time somebody showed up I have been waiting for hours, Who's Layla and that guy Ed wanted that carburetor apart I did him a favor. Does he need these you think? Holy crap are you guys a gang or something? You wear that armor all the time? Hey! Was that a big bug or what?"
Well, something HAD flown right by my head. Then this guy took a swing at me. No chance he'd hit, but he didn't know that and who punches a girl anyway? That wasn't very nice.
I gave him the 'hard glare' which he ignored, "I think not slow poke."
"Does she always talk this fast? Something about a carburetor?" One of the girls asked.
I tried the 'frown' on the tin guy. "Hostile much? I am just supposed to deliver this to Layla."
I popped away from the guy, he looked pissed.
"Not as hostile over here," I said.
Distance did NOT ease the canned beef in the least. "Sarge," he said.
Was he growling at me? Oh, look a new one. This one actually moved a little faster than the rest, but he was as still as slow frozen molasses.
"From San Francisco and it took me nearly an hour!"
I stepped out of the guy's way. Hmm, he was all army-looking and serious but sorta like a grandfather or something. He was still too slow.
"I'm Layla but you need to slow down and repeat what you said," Layla FINALLY announced herself.
I gave the slow guy a smile. "Nice try pokie." To Layla I added, "I am just gonna go ... but you got some cool stuff upstairs."
"Can't understand you," the slowpoke said under his breath.
"OKAY!" I said. "I will talk very slow for the people in the back rows. SOME guy told me to take this to this place, gave me a map ... said to deliever this package to Layla ... you all get that? I got paid three grand to get it here in an hour and I have been hanging aound nearly that long now."
I got this thing ... I never open a package, like a rule, sorta a personal integrity thing. Doesn't stop be from being curious, so I watched Layla open the envelope, readed and then look up at me.
"That was slow?" The girl that asked about the carberator said. I grinned.
Layla said slowly, "Oh, a new team member, guys."
I hooked a thumb over my shoulder. "So, I got 3000 miles to get home ..."
"Nope you are one of us now," Layla said.
"Get out," the guy with the attitude and tin can growled at me again.
"SURE!" I agreed. "My idea exactly!"
"Kurt," Layla said.
The guy's name was KURT?! Wasn't that all macho jock shit?
"Who the hell is she" Kurt growled. I think his normal voice must be a growl, like volume set on 'threaten'.
"Wait, she's STAYING?" I really had to ask that girl her name but I really didn't care.
Belligerant time, I had to get in the guy Kurt's face, not literally ...
"Amelia Fox, you, Campbell's?"
"I was just given her paperwork," Layla said. "Another recruit. We have to welcome her."
"What?!" I think Kurt growled again, but I was the one growling for real now. "NAH!"
"According the paper work, you will be working here," Layla waved the pages.
"Get out," Kurt again, I think he was gnashing his teeth too. Never seen anyone gnash their teeth before.
My phone started vibrating my ass ... I pulled it out and glaced at the screen before opening it.
"We have to empty rooms up stairs," Layla said as HE gave me this long bullshit lecture from across the country.
"What you serious? What the hell, DETROIT?! DETROIT?"
Layla clapped her hands like a teacher getting attention.
"Okay, everyone go find your rooms."
"FML," I thumbed the off button. "Maybe I can kill him and he'll forget all about this. I ain't no superhero, I'm a bike messenger!"
He managed not to flinch but not by much.
“Hey, Brit, what’s up?”
“Is that Brittany?” Wren called from their bedroom.
“Yeah, she seems excited,” Nat replied.
“She’s always excited,” Wren replied as she came out of the room adjusting the fall of her skirt. “Hi, Brittany.” Wren stopped and gave the younger woman a questioning look. “What is it?”
That was the moment Nat realized the little speedster wasn’t rushing though a couple of hundred words per minute but stood silent, her head down.
“Brit?” he said.
“Daddy wants me to come home,” she said, not looking up.
“How is that a bad thing?” Wren asked.
The girl shrugged. “I dunno,” she replied. “But I’m not sure I want to leave you guys.”
Nat leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. “Nothing to stop you from visiting any time you like, you know that.”
The girl nodded.
It’s only three days until the end of the semester,” Brit told them.
“Three days …” Nat muttered. “You leave immediately after?”
Brit shrugged her small shoulders, “I suppose.”
Wren placed her hand Brit’s shoulder. “You know we’ll support you no matter which way you go.”
Brit sniffled, “I know, but I miss Daddy and Bets. I love you guys but …”
“It’s not home here,” Nat finished. Brit gave a little nod.
“Brittany,” Wren began. “You will always have a home here, you know that. We’ll miss you very much, but you have to do what your heart tells you.”
“I know … but how do I say good-bye to everyone?”
“A big beach party,” Nat grinned.
“Of course,” Wren said dryly.
“Daddy has a favor to ask, which kinda sounds weird since you’ve already been watching out for me for the last six months.”
“Whatever we can do, you know that, so does he,” Nat assured her. “What is it?”
“There’s this girl …”
“Hi, I’m Nat Ryan, you must be Amelia.”
The guy was huge, I mean HUGE, I mean HUMUGOUS! He was easily three of me and towered over me like a building, probably at least two feet taller than me! But, he was also seriously ripped and hot enough to fry eggs. He had this whole surf bum thing going, with the bleached out blonde hair, a sea blue eyes and a tan to kill for.
I’d been told to go to Mission Beach and find the tallest guy I could, and I’d found him, or rather, somehow, he found me before I’d even gotten a good look around. A surfer in cut offs, holding a platter stacked with shrimp and steak, was not what I’d expected.
“Come on,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go meet the team.”
Meet the team, on a beach, during a party, not exactly the same as last time, and no one took a swing at me. The ‘team’ turned out to be a cluster of people about my own age sitting in the sand around a bondfire. Seven girls, three more guys sitting there talking quietly and watching the sun set.
“Guys, this is Amelia,” the huge guy said.
They all looked at me and smiled, like it was a routine or something. A few nodded, a few waved, several just said ‘welcome’, but I had there attention. I had to say something … but … what?
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your party,” I managed.
A tall, slender girl in a black one piece and man’s dress shirt came to her feet.
“Don’t be silly, this is just another Friday night here, I’m Wren Collins.” She offered her hand. It was warm and soft and gently firm. “Please, join us before Nathaniel drops your dinner on your head.”
“My dinner?” I looked back over my shoulder at the huge guy and the mounded plate.
“Brit tells us you eat like her,” he grinned. “So I just doubled anything I’d eat.”
He held the plate down for me to see. A dozen prawns, two nice steaks, steaming fries, potato salad, and even a half of a chocolate cake …
It was so different from the last time … first, I had come willingly and second … it was just so calm and peaceful … a dozen young people, sitting in the sand, watchng the sun go down … no drama … no attacks … no expectations … no explanations required. I finished everything on my plate.
|Amelia is pretty fast, can do a lot of things at once but ... she can also use her speed to hit people. The velocity adds to her fairly weak (4d6) punches. She has no combat training but has been working hard on her 'Speedster Tricks'. She is able to carry up to about 50 lbs. without Encumbrance. Total Weight of her own backpack with contents is about 20 lbs.|
For having grown up in the system, Amelia is surprisingly breezy. She rarely takes anything seriously, tends to make comments on everything, likes to tease and does things without being asked. She will use her abilities in strange ways for pranks. It does take a bit to trip her trigger but once she's decided someone needs pranking, no telling what will happen. Usually the prank fits the circumstances. She does try to keep anything involving a teammate mild but just harsh enough to satisfy her. Loves grape lollypops. Eats them all the time for energy. Tends to eat ... sloppily and anything not attended. Hates to fly.
Starts each day with a bag of Dum Dum Grape Pops (72 count) and a box Range Meal Bar, Alpine Start 700 cal @ (12 at the start of the day). Her average caloric intake is 7200+ cal. per day). An average daily intake might be 6 Egg McMuffins, 12 Tacos or Egg Rolls, 3 foot long subs, and whatever she feels like for dinner, usually a double portion. She tends to call ahead if she knows where she will be eating to avoid the wait time.
|Amelia is primarily a bystander rescue expert. Her incredible speed allows her to attend to the wounded, displace those in the way, and generally try to save people. While she is not a bleeding heart, she does believe the innocent should be considered in any situation. She will also act as a moral compass should she see too many instances of, shall we say, questionable practices by the team or even the police. From the bad guys, she expects questionable practices.|
Things in her backpack:
Adventure Medical Kits Sportsman Series 400 Outdoor First Aid Kit - 180 Pieces @3 lbs
Dum Dum Grape Lollipops, bag, 75 count - @$5.00 Wt. 13 oz.
Range Meal Bar, Alpine Start 700 cal @ (12 at the start of the day) - @$70 for two packages of 6. Wt. @4.5 lbs
A Fiskars IsoCore 3 Pound Club Hammer, 11 Inch,750910-1001,Orange/Black @ 3.0 lbs
ASP Tri-fold Restraints with aircraft cable reinforcement (12) - @ $37.00 for two packs of 6 @2.0 lbs
ASP Tri-fold Restraints cutter - @$27.00 - @2.4 oz.
@16 lbs total weight.
The Sonic Boom Effect: the following occures any time Amelia accelerates past the speed of sound i.e. if moving at Mega-Scale Speeds even moving at 1" per phase is closing in on Mach 2 (actually @1304 MPH).
Breaking the Sound Barrier: Killing Attack - Ranged 1d6, Reduced Endurance (0 END; +1/2), Area Of Effect (Trail; +1), Continuous (+1); No Conscious Control (Only Effects cannot be controlled; -1), No Range (-1/2), Linked (Hyper-Running; -1/2), Only vs. Very Brittle Objects (-1/4), Audible (-1/4) 15 Active Point
All four powers will effect any target within a small cone directly behind her as she runs. This means anything within about 1" to either side of her path of travel will be effected. This 'side effect' of her powers and she cannot control it. It costs her no END.
Amelia's ability to rapidly read anything, and to do it repeatedly, makes it possible to learn new skills at an astonishing rate.
Created: Mon, 9 Jan 2023 13:48:57
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