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Character Name: Debra Ange Alternate Identities: Seer: 'Mother', 'Mom' Player Name: NPC |
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| Hair Color: | Ash blonde | ||||
| Eye Color: | Heterochromia: right blue, left green | ||||
| Height: | 5' 1" | ||||
| Weight: | 95 lbs | ||||
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| Deb has always been the 'little one' growing up. At only 5' 4" and 97 pounds she is kind of used to it. Thing is, with her new teammates, she is actually about average for a girl, with only Chris and Wren markedly taller, where as she actually looks down on Brit and Fuji. Her diminutive height, however, was not the only distinguishing feature. Her eyes were heterochomatic, the left green and the right blue, and this made her even more striking. Deb is a huge fan of the beach, even though terrified of the water, and it show in her dark tan that almost rivals Nat Ryan's. Her long honey blonde hair is thick and wavy, long, nearly to her waist. | |||||
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The occupants of the small cottage looked perfectly normal. Okay, so maybe he was a bit taller than normal, like seven feet or so, and she was stunningly beautiful but they didn't look any different then anyone else her age. From a compact stereo something she didn't recognize blasted and the pair danced. She graceful and elegant, he, graceful as well but tentative, tried to follow her. A giggle threatened as she saw him fumble and look sheepish. The girl though, merely said "Again". "Miss Ange," said the man in the front seat of the SUV. "Shall we go?" It took a moment to reorient her mind to her body but she blinked mismatched eyes and regarded the agent. She had already 'read' him, self-important, bigoted against her kind but dedicated to his mission. A total asshole. It hadn't really been necessary to 'read' him but she just liked to confirm initial impressions. The SUV's driver opened her door and she stepped out into a blazing Southern California noon. A mild breeze pushed in from the beach bring a variety of odors both natural and man-made. Before her was what had once been a two-car garage that someone had decided would make a nice little cottage. White, blinding in the sunlight, with blue shutters and door, it was fronted by a small yard of scrubby Bermuda grass and sand. The door opened before the agent had even stepped onto the short concrete path. A tall shadow, the boy from inside, loomed in the doorway. "Miller," the boy said, the tone laced with distain. "Lovely, another Sunday ruined," the girl said. She was just visible behind the boy. "Who is this?" The whole aura of the boy changed, not to out-right friendliness but to guarded interest. Miller stepped back to allow her to pass. "This is Debra Ange," the agent replied. "Your new classmate ... and teammate." The girl stepped around her tall companion and pushed open the screen door. "As long as you leave the garbage on the street, you are welcome," she said her eyes fixed on Debra. Miller audibly gritted his teeth. "I'll leave you to get her set up at school." He turned on his heel and he climbed back into the SUV slamming the door. "Well, now that we've taken care of the trash ... I am Wren Collins," she held out a hand. "Please come in out of the heat." "Wren, it is not hot," the boy said playfully. He had vanished into the darkened interior of the house. "By the way, I'm Nat Ryan," he said as she stepped into the cool of the room. He was hunched over peering into the refrigerator. "What can I get you?" The kitchen was to the left of the door and the living room to the right with a hallway up the center. All the furniture, save one maple rocking chair, was of heavy oak and well padded. It made the rocker look even more delicate. "Please, make yourself comfortable," Wren said, gesturing to the couch. "Why don't we have some lemonade, Nathaniel?" "You got it." As she sat, a clink of metal came from the kitchen and moments later Nathaniel appeared with a tray loaded with what looked like a rainbow-hued 'hey Kool-Aid' pitcher and three matching glasses. He set it on the coffee table before Wren who took a seat at her side. Nathaniel dropped into a huge chair. It was always hard to sort through the cacophony of a new mind during that first 'read' but she picked up a lot of information from Nat right away. Some of it was externally obvious such as his curiosity about her, some of it was insignificant, like his concern about the sweetness of the lemonade. Deeper down there were a couple things she probably could have discerned without 'reading' him, like that he was madly in love with Wren and dreamed about sex with her, a lot, but she also saw a bit that scared her a little. Nat really wanted to rip some guy apart, literally, for his attempt to rape Wren. The visions in his mind were even more graphic then the sexy things with Wren. Her mind slipped free of the chaos that was Nat's mind and ... nothing ... at all ... Wren was a blank. Something huge and very heavy landed on her. The couch groaned but did not buckle and she forgot how to breathe. "Wren?" Nat didn't sound alarmed but rather more concerned. "She was trying to get into my mind," Wren said through clinched teeth. The weight on Deb's chest seemed to double then Nat was at Wren's side, his hand on her arm. The weight disappeared and when her vision cleared she saw the two of them eyeing her. "You have five second to explain," Wren said, "before I make floor paint out of you." "Not again, Wren," Nat said, trying to repress a smile. "You weren't the one that had to mop it all up the last time." For an instant she thought to read Nat again but the look in Wren's eyes scare the shit out of her. "I'm sorry!" She grabbed her head, fingers gripping her hair. "I just do it automatically." Wren's tone was brittle, "Obviously not." "It's like a defense thing, I want to know what people think about me, are they a threat? Do they have ulterior motives? Are they telling the truth? That kinda thing." "And you already probed around in Nat's head, didn't you?" Nat raise an eyebrow. Deb nodded, looking down at her hands. "I may have to make you into floor paint just for that," Wren said coldly. Deb felt the blood drain from her face and then blackness. Vaguely, through a blanket of fog she heard voices. "Crap, Wren, you scared her to death," Nat said calmly. "Once more Miller becomes useful, he can dispose of the body." Fingers touched her throat. "She's alive," she heard Nat say. "Not for long, I suspect, if she insists on using her power on anyone else in the team." She heard water running. "Here," Wren said. A cool cloth was laid across her forehead and things began to clear. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "Won't do it again." She moved out of her body and took a look around the room. Nat was sitting on his heels beside the couch with the cloth draped over her head. Wren was standing back, arms crossed looking scary pissed. "You're a telepath," Nat said. "I understand why Miller put you with us then." "To spy on us?" Wren sneered. Nat shook his head. "I don't think so. If she's a telepath, she's already read Reggie and knows he's a dick. I think a telepath is something the team needs." "You know if she tried something like that on Chris, she might be dead before she hits the floor." Who was Chris. Damn, she should have read something about the team from Miller! "Kena wouldn't think twice about burning her, even if it was just for the scar effect." Deb snapped back into her body. "I said I won't do it again!" She snatched the cloth from Nat and threw it at him. He caught it. "I have never been around other Metas and I didn't know I wasn't supposed to read you people!" "You people?" Wren said sarcastically. "You are one of 'you people', remember that." "Easy, Wren," Nat said soothingly. "Let's talk it out." "You were the one that said having your mind read was like rape when Raven did it to you." "Who is Raven?" Deb asked. "No one of consequence," Wren replied. "I know," Nat admitted. "And if I had noticed it, I might have reacted ... even worse than you." He was looking up at Wren. "Maybe it is because I didn't notice, I don't know." "So rape you don't notice is okay?" Wren was getting hot. "I'M SORRY!" Both of them looked at her. "Look, I have been taking care of myself since my powers manifested and one of the ways that I learned to survive is to read everyone that I come into contact with. I don't know you and I was told that you were both metas, so what was I supposed to do, go in blind?" She stood. "I'll just go back to Miller and tell him it isn't going to work." "Yes, you go in blind," Nat said. Wren offered Deb a phone. "Miller is one on speed dial." "I don't think we need that, Wren," Nat said, taking the phone. The plastic casing crumpled in his hand. "Crap." Wren closed her eyes and her face relaxed. She smiled slightly. "We have more," she said, taking the scraps from Nat. "Why don't you pour the lemonade? I am sure it is sweet enough." How did she know he was worried about that? "Sit, please," Nat said. "Let's try this again without the mind reading." Slowly she sat back down and watched Nat pour the lemonade. Wren opened a cabinet and took out a new phone box. "Does that happen often?" Deb said, pointing at the box Wren was opening. "Yeah, couple times a month," Nat replied. "And that's why I answer the phone," Wren said, still engrossed in the unwrapping. "I don't always control my strength," Nat explained. "I tend to crush things ... like glasses." He gestured at the metal pitcher and glasses. "Titanium." "So are you going to claim your telepathy is like Nathaniel's strength and you can't control it?" Wren asked as she set the new phone into the base. "No, I control it," Deb admitted. "It's just like I said, I do it by reflex when I meet new people." "I suggest you learn quickly to curb that reflex," Wren said, lifting a glass to her lips. "Perfect," she said after a sip. "I'll try," she said softly. "There is no try, only do, or do not," Nat said in a bad Yoda, then continued in his normal voice. "We are metas, Debbie, and you never know what abilities we might have that will surprise you." "I prefer Deb," she said. "Please." "Okay, fair enough, so how did you end up in Miller's clutches?" Wren held up a finger, “Hold that thought.” She pulled open the front door of the little cottage to find a good half dozen or so kids of about their age. “How do you DO that?” one girl asked. She pulled open the screen door and the entire group piled in … far more gracefully then dwarves entering a hobbit’s hole. “Whoa, who’s the babe?” a guy with black hair streaked with red asked. An Asian girl with blue hair punched him in the ribs. “Okay, everyone,” Nat said and instantly there was silence. “Miller has brought us a present.” Deb eyed the group trying to decide which to read first but Wren caught her eye and shook her head. “Everyone, this is Debra Ange, Deb, our new classmate and teammate,” Nat continued. “She’s a telepath.” And that was exactly what Deb had feared he would do, announce to everyone what her powers were. One young man with moviestar good looks grinned and stepped up to her, offering her a hand. “Slated Monroe, VERY pleased to meet you!” She struggled to stifle the urge to read him. “Go ahead,” he offered. “Give it a shot, I’ve always wondered how I’d fair against another mentalist type.” “You’re a telepath too,” Deb managed. “Nope, can’t read a thing but I can sure boil a brain if I have to!” A girl dressed as a bag lady slipped up beside Slater and tucked a hand in the crook of his arm. “I’m Alicia,” she said very softly. Slater looked down at her and grinned. “I just wanna see what she can do!” “We’ll all get into who does what in a minute,” Nat siad. “Let’s just get through the introductions. Now, Slater and Alicia,” he gestured at the pair. “And the horn dog over there is Zach Toran.” He pointed at the boy with the black and red hair. “Fujiko Yamakaze is the one that punched Zach. She prefers Fuji.” “Me next!” said a brown haired guy dressed in about twenty different colors. “Hey, I’m Josh, Josh Temple.” “Do not eat anything he offers you,” said a tall athletic looking blonde. “Not that it is poisoned or anything, just strawberries and sardines do NOT go together.” “That Christiana Gilchrist,” Nat said. “Chris.” “So, Miller just drop her off and ran?” Zach asked. “He understands what is best for his well-being,” Wren commented. “As you can see, Deb, we had plans for a day at the beach,” Nat said. “We have plans for the beach every day, Nathaniel,” Wren said with a small smile. “I hope you like the beach,” Chris said. “Because if you don’t you’d better learn.” “Actually,” Deb replied. “I love the beach.” “I think you just made Nathaniel’s nice list,” Wren said. “I don’t have my suit or anything like that,” she said. “That agent said my luggage would be delivered to the school.” “Oh crap, shopping trip,” Josh covered his face dramatically. “I don’t have much money …” Half the group burst out laughing. Alicia patted Deb’s hand. “Don’t worry, I think we can come up with a bit of spare change between us,” she said. “Only Miller would drop an innocent into a group of stranges without more than clothes on her back and broke,” Wren growled. “Look, money is not a problem,” Nat said. “Why don’t you let the girls show you all the places to get beach clothes while I take the guys out to pick up some donations to the party.” “Avacado and oranges,” Alicia suggested. “Red will be coming in about an hour,” Chris said. “I hope they remembered to pick something up.” “Mal never forgets anything,” Nat said. “Red?” Deb asked. “The Red Team, we’re the White Team,” Wren told her. “Ten more of your teammates,” Nat said. “They just learned about the beach,” Zach told her. “He means they just learn of the cottage and the beach party,” Fuji explained. “We’re gonna head to the store, Wren, catch up with you in a half hour or so,” Nat said, herding the male half of the team out the door. “Better make it an hour,” a male voice said from outside. “Pig,” said Fuji. She found herself surrounded by the female half of the team and could feel them appraising her. Wren held up a finger, “At!” Deb pulled back her instinct to read all of them. “What, Wren?” Alicia frowned at the talled girl. “I tend to automatically start reading people,” Deb offered. “And I promised bodily harm if she tried it again on me or Nat,” Wren said. “Oh, man, she tried to read Nat?” Alicia gasped. “She read him …” Wren replied. “And he didn’t rip off her head?” Alicia sounded astonished. Deb frowned. “Rip off my head?” “That is what I expected as well,” Wren said. “It appears he has mellowed on his stand against uninvited telepathy.” “Mellowed? Someone read him before?” Wren nodded. “It is not a happy memory for him or me.” “What did they find out?” Deb had to ask. “Nothing that need concern you,” Wren said, steel in her tone. “I suggest you drop the subject and forget about it entirely.” Alicia broke the pall of gloom Wren’s pronouncement had left by holding up a black AMEX card. “Shopping’s on me!” ****** San Diego in summer was beautiful. Having grown up in the Tidewater area of Virginia, Deb was used to oppressive heat coupled with 100% humidity but the gentle onshore breeze cooled the area to a comfortable 90 degrees. The riot of tourists, the skaters, the Frisbies and the smell of corndogs was nothing new to her, having spent many a summer on the beaches of Nag’s Head North Carolina and as they walked Deb had to poke about in the minds of passers-by. “What are your preferences?” Wren’s question caught her off guard. “In what?” “Men, of course,” Chris said with a grin. “She means bathing suits,” Alicia interjected. “Oh, bikini.” “And men?” Chris spun as she walked, watching guys. Deb shrugged, “Nice ones, I suppose.” “You’re trying to read people now, aren’t you?” Wren asked as she gestured toward a standard looking surf shop just up the broadwalk. How was she picking up on that stuff? “Yeah,” Deb said, a little sheepishly. “Get anything good?” Chris asked. Deb shrugged, “The usual, lots of thoughts about sex and food, a couple over there are arguing, that kind of stuff.” Wren’s hand stopped her. She was peering intently up the street. “You see that black guy in the black jacket?” she asked without pointing. The guy stood out as much in that crowd as Josh had stood out in their little crowd. “Yes?” “All I want is a name, nothing more,” Wren said. Deb couldn’t be certain where the man was looking behind his shades but she felt his eyes on them … no, more specifically Wren. She took a look. “Holy shit,” Deb whispered. She grabbed Wren by the arm and pushed her into the surf shop. Once out of the man’s line of sight she turn on her new teammate. “What did you do to him?! I’ve never read anyone as evil as that! And he wants to hurt you, bad!” Wren stopped before a rack of bikinis. “You prefer prints or solids?” she said as if Deb hadn’t spoken. “He is planning on raping you!” Deb insisted “And then killing you.” Chris snorted. “Good luck with that!” “You have a good tan already, I’d suggest a solid, maybe something pale blue?” Wren pulled out a suit and held it up. “What do you think?” Deb did not like being ignore and said so, “Listen to me! That man is evil! He wants to rape and kill you!” Wren looked at her steadily. “I am very aware of that, I assure you, and I believe his next attempt will be as unsuccessful as the first.” “First!” “That the guy that broke into your place?” Fuji asked. “Oh, please, let me go kill him,” Chris offered. “You can’t kill him for thinking bad things,” Alicia said. “Miller was supposed to have put him away,” Wren growled. “Next time I think all Miller will get is the body.” Deb looked at the other four, astonished by their nonchalance. Wren looked down at her, “Did you get a name?” “Yeah,” she replied. “LaMarlon Biggs.” “Thank you,” was all Wren said then she moved off to the next rack of bathing suits. “Broke into her place?” she whispered to the others. “She pinned him to the floor,” Fuji said. “Nat wanted to rip his head off,” Chris added. “But settled for dislocating his shoulder.” “I guess Miller let him go …” Alicia said. “And he and I shall be discussing that very thing the next time he oozes into my line of sight,” Wren said from five feet away. “How about this one?” She offered a cute little flowered suit. Half and hour later and down nearly five hundred dollars from Alicia’s AMEX, they stepped out of the shop, bags in hand. “Where are we going now?” Deb asked. “Back to change,” Wren replied. They made a left hand turn and walked in a line a breast up the narrow street. Deb stopped and snagged Wren’s arm. “What is it?” “He’s here,” Deb whispered. The black man in the black coat stepped out from behind a dumpster, slapping a baseball bat into the palm of his hand. “Ain’t this a sweet sight,” he purred. Chris started laughing. Alicia sighed heavily. Fuji pulled out a Game-boy and leaned against the wall, ignoring the man. “Must you, LaMarlon?” Wren said. “What you say?” He looked a little surprised. “Please let me kill him, Wren,” Chris was bouncing on the balls of her feet. “We can’t kill him,” Alicia reminded them. “But I can hurt him, right?” Chris’ bounce was gone and in her hands a pair of foot long wooden stakes had appeared. There was no doubt in Deb’s mind that Chris was perfectly willing to kill this man. Wren held up a hand. “I do thank you for your concern and offer of help,” she said. “However, I do believe that I should handle this myself as there seems to be no other way to convince Mr. Biggs that it could be hazardous to his health should he continue.” “Your boyfriend ain’t here to save your sweet ass this time, bitch.” Wren smiled slightly. “I believe that you have mis-interpreted the situation in our last meeting,” Wren said calmly. “Nathaniel was not saving me from you, he was saving you from me.” The man’s knees buckled and it appeared he might drop to his knees but after a moment, he pushed himself erect. “Ain’t gonna work this time, bitch,” he growled and took a step forward. Wren gave a little shrug. “Then how about this?” She made a gesture like drawing a line toward the sky … It was as if the man had been plucked from the street by a giant hand. In a split second he disappeared from sight. “Where’d he go?” Deb looked up when the other four pointed up. It took a few moments. “Holy shit! How high up is he?” Wren shrugged. “Probably with falling now, something over 18000 feet.” “How?!” “I can manipulate gravity, as you might have noticed back at the cottage.” “You aren’t going to let him hit, are you?” Alicia asked, looking up, not being able to spot the man. “I don’t know,” Wren said. “But I have a few more seconds to decide before he bounces.” “You mean splats!” Chris was grinning. “This is better then me killing him. I finally get to see what you really CAN do.” “You threw him up 20000 feet?!” Deb was incredulous. “So, what are we watching?” Nathaniel was standing next to Wren staring up. “Nothing important,” Wren replied. “She just threw this black guy into the sky!” Deb told him. The other three male members of the team stood around looking up too. “Cool,” Josh said. “Never seen anyone go splat before.” “Oh, here he comes!” Alicia covered her eyes. LaMarlon Biggs came to a sudden stop six feet from the ground. Wren sauntered over to him. “It would have been very easy to let you hit the ground, Mr. Biggs,” Wren said. “But think about this … right this moment you are weightless … and my boyfriend, the very large and powerful and gorgeous guy right over there would like nothing more than to test a theory of his … to see if he could throw you into orbit.” “He can do that?” Deb whispered to Chris. “Ten to one he can,” Chris whispered in reply. “We need to give him to Miller,” Alicia suggested. “And we saw how successful that plan was …” Nat said. “Mr. Biggs,” Wren continued. “I hope you appreciate the situation and the possible outcomes and if I so much as see your face again, I will not hesitate to put you into a decaying orbit and no one will ever find a body.” The man dropped to land face first on the street. Nat reached down and hoisted the man to his feet. “Last time I just dislocated your shoulder to sooth my male ego,” he said. “But as you can see, I am not the dangerous one. She doesn’t need me to save her …” “But I do appreciate it when you happen to show up,” Wren said. “Now, one last lesson, shall we?” Nat looked down at Wren. “Can you use that other thing you’ve been dying to try?” Wren’s smile was pure evil. “Of course, thank you for playing guinea pig, Mr. Biggs.” And with that same gesture, LaMarlon Biggs disappeared into the sky. “What did you do to him?” Deb asked, terrified at what the answer might be. “Oh, he’ll hit like 20000 feet then float slowly to the ground,” Nat told her. “Think of it as parachuting … without the plane … or chute …” “Where will he land?” Nat shrugged. “Depends on the winds that high up.” Fuji looked up for a moment then said, “I’d say somewhere in the desert … winds are about 100 knots that high and headed east … but he’ll drop below those at about 15000 feet, then he’ll drift south some.” Nat leaned over to Deb. “Fuji is called the Mountain Wind for a reason.” “I suggest we get changed and then join the party,” Wren said. “Yeah! Can’t wait to see you in a bikini, Deb!” Zach took a hard punch to the ribs from Fuji followed by a comment in Japanese. “I was kidding, Fuj!” She turned her back to him and stalked off toward the cottage. “Fuji!” Zach trailed after her. Slater releaved Alicia of her purchases and Nat followed suit with Wren. “What did you get?” he asked, peering into the small bag. Wren snatched it away from him. “You’ll see it later.” As they took turned changing into their beachware Deb observed her new ‘team’ without using her powers and found that it was easier than she expected. Wren and Nat were obvious, as were Alicia and Slater. Zach and Fuji, though … really tempted her into prying. She surmised they were attracted to each other but something was getting in the way … Zach was a horn-dog and Fuji did not like it. Chris was harder, she seemed alone but perfectly happy with the situation, but Josh … That one she really needed to read. Perhaps just a little peek … She dropped onto the couch and started crying. Slater squatted beside her. “You read Josh,” he said quietly. She nodded. “I knew it was bad but I guess you found that out.” “He killed his father,” she whispered. “His own father … was trying to rape his little sister!” “We know,” Slater said. “We don’t have a lot of secrets between us. We have to trust each other like nobody else.” Wren was there next to Slater. “I warned you,” she said and Deb tensed for the impact Wren had threatened. “All you have to do is ask. If you don’t trust us, how can we trust you?” She turned away and disappeared down the hall. “Deb, people need secrets,” Slater said. “It doesn’t matter what the secret is, or how big, everyone needs them, just as they need privacy.” “But I don’t do it to hurt people …” “Go tell Josh that.” She looked over at Josh, engrossed and laughing with Chris. Slater touched her chin and forced her to look at him. “If you ever want any one of us to trust you, you have to tell him.” “But what do I tell him?” “The truth.” |
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Seer has the ability to disincorporation her perception from her physical body allowing her to 'travel' over a tremendous range (@ 20 kilometers). She can see as well as hear what is going on within her normal perception range subject to normal modifiers. There are a number of limitations, such as 'getting into the right state of mind' (Extra Time to Activate) and getting herself hyped for the mission (Only cost END to Activate). Once established she becomes mostly unaware of what is going on around her body and usually operates from a safe location. 'Almost totally unaware' means that she can hear and respond if spoken to directly through 'the Connection' but she does not 'see' or 'hear' what is occurring near her body. A typical scenario would be for her to set up in a safe place, activate her power, then navigate her Point of View to the desired location which will take time based on the distance to that location. She is unrestricted as to where her Point of View can go as it can pass through obstacles such as walls and even the earth, however, during these instances she is effectively blind and deaf depending on the material she is 'passing ' through. She can move her point of view to very close up or into a high altitude to provide a overview of a larger area. While in her 'Point of View' state, she is hyper alert and able to rapidly take in (read) a situation including noting the location of all elements within the area (team, villains, normals, dogs, cats, vehicles, etc.). With her 'Connection' power she is able to act as an eye-in-the-sky or spy for the team. Her 'Connection' is a power that allows her to mentally communicate with up to eight people at a time. She must have permission to make the 'Connection' and cannot force it. Through the 'Connection ' she is able to 'project' what she sees to others but this is a one-way thing. Those in the group will see what she sees as an overlay to their normal sight which may take some getting used to. The communications part of the 'Connection' is a shared hearing. This allows each member of the Connection to verbalize as if the group were on a common radio channel. Any message must be spoken aloud, even if only in a barely audible whisper. Deb is also an adept mentalist with a variety of power. Her most commonly used power is 'Stealthy Read' which she has learned to her horror is not always all that hidden. Wren's threat to turn her into floor paint is something she has taken to heart and now consciously avoids 'reading' her teammates. Others, however, are free game. Her second most commonly used power is 'You Can't See Us'. She uses this power to make those in an area 'not see or hear her'. This power does not effect other mentalists, those with a strong will, i.e. Wren Collins, or mechanical devices like cameras. She can 'You Can't Move!' people, leaving them temporarily immobile, 'You Can't See!' them by basically shutting off the brain's vision center, and 'Befuddlement' which confuses the target for an extended period of time. She is also capable of causing 'Mass Confusion' over a wide area. Deb is not even close to being on par physically with may of her teammates. She is markedly slower, weaker and far more fragile. She does, however, have an extremely agile mind. While she may only act/react physically at SPD 2, for any purely mental action, i.e. her mental powers AND skills that use INT/PRE/EGO, she has a SPD of 6. On Phase 6 and 12, she must decide if she is in Physical Mode or Mental Mode as she can use only one or the other. When in the Physical Mode, she uses her DEX to determine her order on the SPD chart. When in Mental Mode, she uses her EGO. Deb is the team's combat coordinator and provides an overview much like a drone. She is not limited to this role though as she can get unseen into places others cannot, such as a bank during a hostage situation. And there is one other thing that she is very good at, negotiations. It will not take long before Miller realizes her ability to communicate before she becomes the teams PR expert. |
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| "Though she is but small, she is fierce." That's pretty accurate. For someone so small she IS fierce when it comes to defending someone important to her or defending an ideal. She passionate, adament and at times stubborn, but most have come to realize that she is also usually right. | |||||
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O38 D32.6 M22 T 92.6
Created: Mon, 9 Jan 2023 14:01:34
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