<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://fc05.deviantart.com/images3/i/2004/093/1/0/Shinobi.jpg)</td><td><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;">Teen Archer; Kid Arrow (PL 10, 150PP)</span> </strong><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>  Cristobal Herman McKenzie <br/><strong>Aliases: </strong>  The Fourth Estate; <br/><strong>Identity: </strong>  Publicly known<br/><strong>Occupation: </strong> Crime Fighter, Adventurer, College Student;<br/><strong>Base of Operations: </strong>  San Francisco, California; Mobile<br/><strong>Citizenship: </strong>  U.S.A., with no criminal record, listed as Special Operative for CIA<br/><strong>Place of Birth:</strong>  San Francisco, California<br/><strong>Known Relatives:</strong>  Edward McKenzie (The Iron Tiger; father), Marisa Del Toro-McKenzie (The Blue Bullet; mother)<br/><strong>Group Affiliation:</strong>  None<br/><strong>Education:</strong>  Extensive paramilitary training, partial B.S. in Electrical Engineering<br/><strong>Religion:</strong> Protestant<br/><strong>Ethnicity:</strong> Caucasian (Spanish)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>  19<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong>Height:</strong>  6'1<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>  160 lbs.<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>  Black<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>  Brown<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong>  None<br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong>  Kid Arrow is a master archer and marksman.  He is also formally trained in several martial arts, including boxing, karate and tae-kwon do.  Since he's a natural athlete, he is a capable aerialist, acrobat and climber.  In accordance with special provisions in the Keen Act, the Kid has been formally trained in subterfuge for the purposes of assassinations, sabotage and military intelligence.  Medea's spent some time instructing the Kid on the finer points of mental strength and memory retention.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong>  Kid Arrow relies on a fiberglass compound longbow and an array of trick arrows for combat; he finds firearms impersonal.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><strong>Paraphernalia:</strong>Kid Arrow's hi-tech nomex, fire-retardant armor houses an advanced array of technology, including night vision goggles and fingertip-microphone sensors.  Fingertips can extend into talons that can break into concrete to permit wall-climbing.  The Kid also employs a grapple gun.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>A dark blue WW2 pilot uniform armor replica hugs a tight, wiry frame; black riding steel-toed boots with steel greaves and heavy gloves give the ensemble an inertial appearance.  A forearm guard on his left arm doubles as a radio.  A sleek white helmet with a beak-like visor covers the entire face except the chin.  A red WWI flying scarf finishes the ensemble.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Personality profiles conducted by federal psychiatrists indicate that the Kid is a mature, confident 19-year-old;  however, he does demonstrate immaturity when it comes to things that go fast, pretty women and organized sports.  He is respectful, courteous, idealistic and disciplined; and as such, he's still a virgin.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>I got into the crime-fighting biz when I was seventeen.  My parents, they didn't think much of it.  They retired on my account, looked after me like I was an egg ever since.  Psych says that I'm doing this because I'm trying to make em' mad, but they're the exception.  People do dangerous things all the time, and they don't need powers.  Truth is, you don't need powers to be a hero.  All you need to have is a good heart, a pretty sharp eye and the will to be the best at something.<br/><br/>Picked up the bow when I was at St. George's.  Must've been first grade.  Big Pollack with short shorts makes us do constitutionals so we get to class tired; one day, heaves these massive longbows that are as tall as us at our feet.  Says, 'all right girls, hit the target over yonder.'  Seems ideal.  Kids like bows, but not inclined to take it up.  Dead sport.  First try leads to a sore forearm.  Taut waxy strings hurt.  Second arrow flops right in front of me.  Third does the same.  None of the arrows get to the target that day.  None of the arrows even went straight.  I'm in first grade.  Boys make fun of me.<br/><br/>But I wasn't discouraged.  In fact, I was fascinated.  Talk my dad into getting me a bow for my birthday.  Hunt squirrel in the woods.  Never catch any.  I'm still no good with the bow.<br/><br/>I'm ten.  I've forgotten about the bow.  It lurks somewhere in my filthy closet.  But I hear a strange noise.  My bat's laying somewhere in the yard.  Dad and I played baseball for a while.  But he broke my hand with a fast ball.  Don't blame the guy for it.  Man's built like an ox.  I think that's when he started being overprotective, treating me like porcelain doll instead of like a child.  Miss those old days.<br/><br/>Noise.  It's a shuffle, then a clatter.  Glass breaks.  Then, a gunshot.  I'm compelled to investigate.  Pick up the bow because, like I said, the bat's in the front yard.  I sneak down from my room.  I see my dad on the ground with a bullet in his head.  He's not dead, just unconscious.  A bald Asian man dressed in black draws the gun on my mother.  I know that she can't take a bullet and she's not as fast as she used to be.  She's gained a few pounds after childbirth that she never lost.  Always wondered if she blamed me for taking away her good looks, her charmed life, her fun adventures.  But things don't look fun now.  She's sobbing.  I lift my bow and shoot the man.  It was instinctual, like my nerves traveled back in time to the times of King Edward the III or something.  I'm ten years old.  I'm a Persian, I'm a Hun, I'm a yeoman archer.  My arrow hits true squarely in the base of his neck.  He looks up at me, almost curious, his eyes pained.  I shoot him again.  This time, one of his eyes are gone.  He falls to his knees.  I don't know if he's dead at that instant, but I'm not interested.  More men with guns, four in all, approach the stairs, looking up.  And before they can even acknowledge what is happening, and who is doing it, I launch a volley of arrows.  I'm ten years old.  I can't pull the arrow back too far.  Not strong enough.  But I was strong enough.<br/><br/>One goes down.  Two, then three.  Fourth man up, but I got no more arrows.  I freeze.  Don't know what to do.  Man starts to laugh.  He points the gun at me.  Did he forget that my mother was there?  She darts up to him, as fast as she can muster, breaking 100 MPH easy, and tackles him.  I hear her cry out.  Looks like she dislocated her shoulder.  Man is no longer there--just his feet and a blood splatter on the wall.<br/><br/>Dad wakes up.  Treats me like an egg.  Police come.  Blue blanket surrounds me.  I get asked questions.  'Sorry,' I say.  Don't know what else to say.  Never once did I let go of my bow.<br/><br/>I think I'm scared now.  I'm ten years old and I wonder when bad men will come into my house to take away my parents.  So I sleep with my bow.  Every day, I practice.  I get better.  And better.  And better.  I dedicate three hours every day after school.  My parents make me take self-defense classes.  My dad's proud of me when I get my first black belt in karate.  Mother doesn't want me to be a hero.  I know that they were heroes once.  Mrs. Jupiter's my godmother and she's a wealth of information.  Mother and I visit her in the resort.  Lady coughs brown goo into a napkin before she begins one of her stories.  'The Minute Men were...,' 'Your dad was so handsome!' and 'Your mom and I teamed up in...' stories are the norm.<br/><br/>Stands don't sell superhero comics any more.  People don't like capes.  Sometimes someone realizes my dad's a cape and refuses him service.  Maybe puts something in his hamburger.  Once, toad leg in my ice cream.  Don't care for pirate comics.  Mrs. Jupiter has a lot of old comics.  People send her stuff all the time with her in 'em.  Mom and her reminisce on the old days.  I read comics.  Like Mrs. Jupiter.  She must've been pretty when she was young.  Must be difficult to get old.<br/><br/>Things start getting uncomfortable with Mrs. Jupiter as I start maturing.  She starts holding me tighter, sometimes rubbing her breast against me.  Once she asked my mother to send me over to help her with some stuff around the house because handyman's on vacation in Florida.  Mother sends me over.  Sure enough, loads of things to do.  By the end of the day, I'm dirty with a hard day's toil.  Mrs. Jupiter says that she can toss my clothes in the washer.  Seems like a nice gesture.  Feel uncertain about her watching me undress.  Mrs. Jupiter tries to put her mouth on my penis.  I'm aroused but embarrassed.  I get my clothes and run out of the house, jump in my car and bail.<br/><br/>There's nothing to tell my parents.  I still like Mrs. Jupiter and I hope she's not mad at me.<br/><br/>Next day, Comedian knocks on my door while I'm out training.  Go around the house and see him yelling at my dad.  Something about a mission.  Dad says he doesn't want in.  Slams the door in the Comedian's face.  Comedian's tough; but dad is tougher.  For an instant, I think he's going to knock the door down.  Thinks better of it.  Walks to his beautiful red corvette and lights a cigar with a Sallie Jupiter zippo.  Sees me looking at him.  Gestures for me to walk over.  Tells me, 'hear you're good with a bow.'  I tell him I'm okay.  Then he asks me if I wanna go on a mission for the good ole' U.S.A.<br/><br/>Now, I know why he did it.  Man suckered me to go on a dangerous mission just to get my dad to come.  Surprised the boots off of the Comedian when I pulled my own weight.  But I don't like being played like a pawn.  Tell the Comedian to shove it.  The man doesn't care for it and hands me my jaw on a platter.  Tough sell that Comedian.  Mission's a success.  Two weeks in Russia and I still don't know a lick of cyrillic.  Come back, and dad has a few words with him.  Went in walking correctly, came out with a limp.  Dad's pissed at me.  Tells me that I'm just human.  So I tell him that Comedian's just human, too.  Dad tells me that Comedian's not human.  Didn't know that.  Suddenly I don't feel bad about my ass getting handed to me.<br/><br/>Service for the country gives me leeway on the Keen Act.  So I start going out at night on patrols.  Start working with vigilantes like Rorcharch whenever I head towards New York City.  Sometimes I wonder how he got started in the crime-fighting business, but in the end, I try not to care.  Sleep better at night if I don't think about him.  Seems to me he breaks more laws than he stomps out.  Don't like him, so I don't work with him.  Visit old Mason from time to time while I'm out there.  Convenient to have him around; he's a repository of crime-fighting knowledge.<br/><br/>I've been doing this for roughly three years now.  Federals retired the Comedian, so I get appointed to go wherever they want me to go.  Feds got Veidt Industries to craft me a fun little number: it's "a fashion statement."  Once, I was told that it took over 300 man hours to develop my new look.  Reflection in the mirror made me laugh because they made me look like a nazi open-cockpit airplane pilot.  Good image to send the public.  My sarcasm is lost on them.<br/><br/>Oddly, I receive checks from Veidt Industries.  Turns out they got a doll of me that's hot with the teenage girl demographic which is strange because only older women approach me.<br/><br/>You gotta try to focus on more important stuff, like fighting the good fight and curbing criminals.  Not enough time for a social life.  Trying to get a degree at UCLA, but I'm considered a risk so I'm taught via television in an empty classroom.  Sometimes I get lonely because I have no friends.  Other heroes are bizarre.<br/><br/>(http://fc44.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/219/3/e/SHINOBI_S_BACK_by_Pertheseus.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Attributes:</strong><br/><strong>STR</strong>16 [+3];<strong>DEX</strong>22 [+6];<strong>CON</strong>18 [+4];<strong>INT</strong>12 [+1];<strong>WIS</strong>14 [+2];<strong>CHA</strong>12 [+1];<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/><strong>Acrobatics</strong>8 [+14];<strong>Bluff</strong>4 [+5];<strong>Climb</strong>4 [+10];<strong>Disable Device</strong>9 [+10];<strong>Escape Artist</strong>4 [+10];<strong>Investigate</strong>8 [+9];<strong>Notice</strong>8 [+10];<strong>Sense Motives</strong>8 [+10];<strong>Sleight of Hand</strong>14 [+20];<strong>Stealth</strong>8 [+14];<br/><br/>Education:<strong>Knowledge</strong>[Mathematics] 2 [+3],<strong>Knowledge</strong>[Biology] 2 [+3],<strong>Knowledge</strong>[Chemistry] 2 [+3],<strong>Knowledge</strong>[Technology] 2 [+3]<br/><br/><strong>Feats:</strong><br/>Kid Arrow's Fighting Style (<strong>Accurate Attack, All-out Attack, Attack Focus</strong>[Ranged] 6,<strong>Defensive Attack, Improved Aim, Precise Shot</strong>2,<strong>Quick Draw</strong>1<br/><br/><strong>Acrobatic Bluff, Attractive, Benefit</strong>(Climb based on DEX),<strong>Dodge Focus</strong>6,<strong>Eidetic Memory, Elusive Target, Equipment 4, Evasion</strong>1,<strong>Improved Initiative, Martial Strike, Uncanny Dodge</strong>(Perception)<br/><br/><strong>Combat:</strong><br/>BaB: +8; +14 [Ranged]<br/>Grabble: +10;<br/>Damage: +4 [Unarmed]; +6 [Arrows]<br/>BdB: +8 [+14 With Dodge Focus; +4 Flat-footed];<br/>Initiative: +10 [+6 Dexterity; +4 Improved Initiative];<br/><br/><strong>Saves:</strong><br/><strong>Toughness:</strong>+6;<strong>Fortitude:</strong>+6;<strong>Reflex:</strong>+10;<strong>Willpower:</strong>+8;<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong><br/><strong>Devices 5</strong>(Easy to Lose)<br/><br/>Bow and Trick Arrows (25pp total)<br/><strong>Blast 3</strong>(Power Feats: Improved Critical, Mighty 3, Variable Descriptor 2 [any technological]; 12pp)<br/>AP:<strong>Blast 3</strong>(Power Feats: Homing, Improved Critical, Mighty 3, Ricochet; 1pp) Boomerang Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Blast 3</strong>(Power Feats: Improved Critical, Improved Range, Mighty 3, Progression [maximum range]; 1pp) Jet-Propelled Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Corrosion 4</strong>(1pp) Cutting Torch<br/>AP:<strong>Dazzle 6</strong>(Auditory; Extra: Area [Burst; +1]; 1pp) Siren Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Dazzle 4</strong>(Visual; Extra: Area [Burst; +1]; 1pp)<br/>AP:<strong>{Dazzle 2</strong>(Visual; Extra: Explosion [+1]) and<strong>Nauseate 2</strong>(Extra: Explosion [+1]); 1pp} Tear Gas Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Drain Toughness 3</strong>[Acid] (Extras: Affects Objects [+1], Explosion [+1], Ranged [+1]; 1pp) Acid Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Obscure 6</strong>(Visual; 1pp) Smoke Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Snare 6</strong>(1pp) Net Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Snare 5</strong>(Power Feats: Reversible, Tether; 1pp) Cable Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Stun 4</strong>(Extra: Range [+1]; 1pp) Boxing Glove Arrow<br/>AP:<strong>Super-Movement 1</strong>(Swinging; 1pp)<br/>AP:<strong>Trip 6</strong>(Extra: Knockback [+1]; 1pp) Bolos Arrow<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/>Kid Arrow Costume 20 ep / 4pp<br/>Armor<strong>Protection 2</strong><br/>Nomex<strong>Immunity 6</strong>(Environmental Heat; Fire Damage) Limited (Half effect) [-1];<br/>Tech<strong>Gasmask, Radio, Microphone Gun, Night Vision Goggles, Flashlight, Multitool</strong><br/>Gloves<strong>Strike +1</strong>Feats: Mighty, Split-Attack.<br/>Alternate<strong>Super Movement</strong>(Wall Crawling)<br/>Grappling Hook<strong>Snare 4</strong>Flaws Limited (Move Action after one shot to load) [-1]<br/>Alternate:<strong>Super Movement</strong>(Swinging) Extra: Affect Other [+1];<br/>Alternate<strong>Super Movement</strong>(Slow Fall) Feat: Improved Reach.<br/><br/>Attributes 34pp + 20pp [80 ranks] + Feats 32pp + Combat 32 pp + Saves 12pp + Powers 15 = 150 pp<br/><br/>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2617249277_a896c33686.jpg?v=0)