<div class="floatright">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/3f32/f/2012/002/5/6/dust_and_smoke_by_shimmering_sword-d4l4dg7.jpg)</div>Name: Darclight<br/>Where: Malta, Stormwatch<del>Former</del>HQ<br/>Doing What: Video Games...Are You *ucking KIDDING ME?!<br/>Milestones: Riders on the Storm and...In the Name of the Moon.  (Cue Darclight Facepalm)<br/>3 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | d4 Emotional | 11xp (of 31xp total)<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Action will be to establish an Asset for Darclight to use later on in the scene.  Asset to be named once it's deployed.<br/><br/>Dicepool: Team Affiliation (d10); Stormwatch - OG Red Team Leader (d8); Enhanced Reflexes (d8); Cold Weapons (d10); Covert Specialty (d8); Combat Master (d10, 1PP cost)<br/></div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Normally, Darclight wouldn't have cared about a bunch of blathering Tumblr Special Snowflakes denouncing him and declaring vengeance against his very being.  But the idea of actually having to<em>deal</em>with twelve-thousand actual idiots who didn't understand that breasts were genetically determined and that flat-shaming was not actually a damn thing...he could feel his rage level rising a little bit.  At least the Sultana did him a favor and provided a...oh, what the *uck was THIS?!  A video game?  WERE.  YOU.  KIDDING?!  This was not going to end well for the vampiric *itches that had decided to<em>take his house</em>!<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"Give me Hopkins."</tt>He said through the emotionally-flattened voice modulators of the armor.<tt class="bbc_tt">"The man was good enough to take on your progenitor and win." </tt>He meant it in strictly the literary sense, of course - one of the more infuriating things about vampires was that they tended to be inscrutable when it came to determining their actual ages.  And callous enough to criticize the body of someone he'd never seen he might be, but to ask a lady her age,<em>never</em>!<tt class="bbc_tt">"Ladies, you're next.  Perhaps you can scroll through and find perhaps...another option?"</tt>He looked through the choices.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Do you seriously have no huntresses?"</tt>He challenged the intercom.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Where are your Buffys, your Anita Blakes, your Mercy Thompsons, your Integras?"</tt><br/><br/>Inside the armor, Conway was not pleased.  They were going to criticize him for doing something like calling attention (inadvertently correctly, it seemed) to the size of one person's chest, but then all the hunter characters they were going to toss him were<em>men</em>?<br/><br/>(And somewhere, in the CPUs of the Darclight armor, Khaj sensed the emotional state of his pilot changing, and began digging up a clip to run through the armor's speakers in case he should need it...)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actual Dice Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">3d8 = 2, 6, 7<br/>3d10 = 3, 4, 7<br/><br/>Adding both 7s together, and spending a PP for the 6 for a grand total of <em>20</em>, with a d10 Effect.<br/></div></div>