<div class="floatright">(http://www.mf08s.com/m/ent/uploadfile/201103/24/20110324124458763.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valerie 'Myriad' Dobson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119101.msg5198980#msg5198980)<br/>Sex: Female  Age: 24<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Game Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Saves</strong>: Tough: +1, Fort: +4, Ref: +5, Will: +4<br/>Attack Bonus: +4 (Ranged: +4, Melee: +6, Grapple: +7)<br/>Attacks: Unarmed Attack, +6 (DC 16)<br/>Defense: +6  (Flat-footed: +3), Knockback: +0<br/>Initiative: +2<br/>Val 1(NYC) Health:  Hero Points: 0<br/></div></div><hr/><strong>NYC</strong><br/><br/>"The future is in flux." Myriad said simply as she considered things. "This just shows that is true."<br/><br/>Upstairs, three of her were budding off. She could feel the limit of her neural network coming up. She felt that she might pull off one more bud beyond the three that she was making. She wasn't sure if it was a hard limit, after all she hit the wall at five when she first started. She would just hold off till she was sure she could do more, she didn't want to push the wall like she had. The migraine had been truly epic.<br/><br/>"The other Myriads will be up in a few hours. I'm coming at the limit of my current ability to process things. It looks to be 25 bodies is the most I can handle for the moment. I can have the three of them go with you while I work the connections my associates have to figure out who we can trust with the data we have." She sighed. "This is seriously screwy."