<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XB9vAxb.jpg)</div><tt class="bbc_tt">Paragon-&gt;Inspiring-&gt;Athletics/Investigation-&gt;Compassionate/Impatient-&gt;Champion<br/><br/>STR: 4    FGT: 6<br/>STA: 5    INT: 0<br/>AGL: 1    AWE: 2<br/>DEX: 0    PRE: 4<br/><br/>Tough: +5<br/>Dodge: +7<br/>Parry: +7<br/>Fort:  +10<br/>Will:  +9<br/><br/>  Skills<br/>Acrobatics 4<br/>Athletics 4<br/>Close Combat (Unarmed or Weapon) 2<br/>Insight 6<br/>Investigation 6<br/>Perception 4<br/><br/>  Advantages<br/>Improved Smash<br/>Inspire 2<br/>Interpose<br/>Power Attack<br/>Very Attractive<br/><br/>  Powers<br/>Divine Weapon (Removable): Blast 10, Damage 4 (Strength Based), Flight 6<br/>Godly Might: Enhanced Presence 1, Enhanced Strength 4, Immunity 11 (Aging, Life Support), Protection 7 (Impervious), Regeneration 5.<br/><br/>  Complications<br/>Power Loss: She has discovered, much to her surprise, that she loses her powers when a man cums on, or in, her.  This has made her nervous about sexual relations.  <br/><br/>Justice: She is a strong believer in justice.  In her own words, “No foe is too big, no crime is too small.” </tt><br/><br/><br/>Helena Fairburn was still a teenager when, during a summer break from school, her father took the family on an archaeological expedition to the Mediterranean.  He was investigating ruins that had been swallowed by the sea, and had a theory that an island once existed.  <br/><br/>With little else to do on a small boat in the middle of the sea, Helena would often help sort the various objects.  A grime-encrusted statue not much bigger than her thumb caught her attention for reasons even she couldn’t make sense of.  She pocketed it without a real thought, and later secreted it under her pillow to admire.  It was the same night that the dreams began.  Dreams of great cities full of people, of battles with twisted creatures that towered over her, of strange realms and stranger magics.  It was not long after that she began to notice changes.  She was stronger, she healed more quickly, she seemed immune to heat and cold.<br/><br/>She continued on until she was in college.  She was taking a class on ancient Egypt and the earliest known dynasties when a picture of a particular ruin caught her attention.  She became obsessed and, with the money she had saved for Spring Break, hopped on a plane and hiked through a desert.  It was there, buried in a cairn of stone, that she found her axe.  It was bronze and wood when she first touched it, a primitive looking weapon, but seemed to transform even as she lifted it.  It was simple, but looked to be made of steel.<br/><br/>With dreams of fame, power, and justice in her head she took up the mantle of Obelisk.<br/><br/>Helena is a part-owner of a number of local restaurants, and often comes in to act as a part-time manager.  Most of her money is tied up in said ventures, including multiple that mainly hire rehabilitated convicts, and as such she leaves in an unremarkable house in the suburbs.</div></div><br/><br/>The video has been circulating for weeks at least, long enough that the trail had gone cold.  An attractive young woman being assaulted, sexually and otherwise, then killed on camera by a villain she recognized.  She would have just hunted down the villain, but something said there was more to it.  The camera set-up, the distribution, it all screamed big leagues.  There was someone behind it all, the villain was just a pawn.<br/><br/>Helena, or rather Obelisk, had vowed to find the cause and bring everyone involved to justice.  Unfortunately, she couldn't even identify who the woman was, let alone anything else of use.  Had she been brought in from elsewhere?  Had she been kidnapped?  Had she been lied to?  Obelisk had traced the video to a particular company, but everything seemed on the level.  They even seemed to regularly film villain-centric films.  It was enough to make Obelisk's blood boil.<br/><br/>The head shot had been a calculated risk, but a desperate one.  She had hit dead end after dead end, and she needed a way to get her foot in the door.   That meant pretending, at least for an interview, that she was looking to be one of their little starlets.  Her mouth twisted at the thought, but she did her best.<br/><br/>Helena was in her kitchen, it had been a slow day, when her cellphone rang.  She answered with a falsely sweet.  "Hello!"  Followed by an equally cheerful.  "Certainly!  What time?"<br/><br/>It was hours later, past normal business hours, that Helena stood in front of the mirror and examined herself.  She'd taken extra care with her makeup and hair today, artfully applying the former to accentuate her features, and leaving the latter loose instead of pulling it back into a bun.  She'd dug out some sexy black underwear, not that she intended to let anyone see it, but one had to play the part and even the unseen mattered.  She'd dug out a pair of thigh-high stockings and a skirt that ended just above her knees.  A simple white blouse, underneath which the faint outline of her bra was visible, and a set of high heels finished the look.  She stared at herself for a few moments, proud of how she looked, but even more nervous than when she faced down powerful villains.  This was new ground to her.  She took a moment to unbutton the top few buttons on her blouse, then headed out to catch a cab.  Her axe was still concealed at home, but that she was helpless without, but it still left her feeling naked.<br/><br/>She paid the cab driver in cash, no trail, with a decent tip to try and make her forgetful.  Then, once out of the cab, she stared at the front door of the studio.  She took a deep breath to calm herself, lifted her chin, and walked forward.  She didn't know what she'd find within, but she hoped it involved answers.