WormRP:Character Creation Guide/example Powerplay

This character exists as Devilfish:Powerplay

# Powerplay

* **Name / Alias**: Heather Knox / Powerplay
* **Age**: 18 (DOB 2001-11-24)
* **Alignment**: Indie Hero / Vigilante

## Public Information

A streak of golden-blue arcing down from the night sky to hit a fleeing criminal. A young woman in a bodysuit dropping mooks with broken bones in front of police stations. A short, terse interview with a cape reporter, offering little more than a name.

*Starting Reputation:* 1E-


## Physical Appearance

Heather is a little bit taller than average, with brown hair and eyes. In civvies she dresses slightly preppish, with a tendency for fashion that just *happens* to show off her muscles. Her costume is your usual superhero bodysuit and domino mask combo, white with a blue-gold dazzle camouflage pattern. Her nose has been noticeably broken in the past.

## Mentality

All things considered, the angst isn't as strong as it could be. Typically relatively outgoing, but with a little bit of introversion here and there. Since triggering she's been questioning her future, and what it might hold.

In costume, she's far more likely to let her fists do the talking. Kind of an asshole.

## Resources

*Wealth Level:* 4

Heather now lives with her sister (Violet), her bio-dad (Doug) and his husband (Randall). They have a modest home in the Blossom Heights neighborhood. She is presently bereft of car and other notable possessions. Violet and her share a car (2001 bmw station wagon, brown).

## Equipment


* Cheap shitty burner phone
* Normal human phone (also shitty)
* Costume
* Brass Knuckles

## Skills

* Knows how to beat the shit out of someone
* Can play the flute pretty damn well
* Decent at basketball
* Having real good biceps

## Power

*Trigger type:* Single, natural trigger (non case-70 twins)

Powerplay is a fairly straightforward flying brick style cape, with basic flight, a Brute effect, and a Blaster power.

Her Brute/Blaster side of things is where it gets interesting. Only one can be active at a time, and it’s not something she can switch rapidly or repeatedly (read: dont be a dick and turn on brute mode and then immediately laser and switch back. Y’know what I mean).

When her Brute power is active, any hits she takes are absorbed across the entirety of her body rather than just where she was hit. This applies to any damage taken, and does not *reduce* the force taken, only spread it out. It doesn’t change the type of damage either (ie bullets are spread out kinetic, lasers are spread out heat, banshees are spread out sonic, etc).

However, when she takes this damage an equal amount of force is put into her “tank” for use with her Blaster power, described here in a second. So if she gets hit with 500 points of laser damage, she now has 500 points in the tank.

When she toggles to her Blaster form, she of course loses that Brute ability and energy absorption, but it enables her to shoot golden-blue laser beams from her hands. She can make one beam a turn, which has the maximum force (mixed kinetic and thermal) of either a 9mm pistol shot or 10% of her tank’s energy, whichever is greater. She can of course dial it down to be nonlethal.

Her flying power is your generic superhero levitation. Think Glory Girl/Antares flight. It’s just there.

## Example

“Stop it, that tingles,” Powerplay says sarcastically as the goon’s bullets pelt into her. The force was being redistributed over her entire body, little more than pulses of pressure with every shot. But she could feel those pulses building up inside, the little gas tank in her head filling up more and more...

She decides to T-pose in midair as she gets closer, levitating down the alley towards the dumbass with a gun. Clearly he didn’t understand it wasn’t working, because he kept shooting. How many bullets did this asshole have in his gun? Fucking hell man.

Finally, his stupid gun runs dry, and as he scrambles to find more bullets, she switches her power to FUKKEN LASER MODE, and a grin appears.

“My turn, bitch.”

## Backstory

When Mom and Dad split, Violet got to go with Dad, and Heather was stuck with Mom. It wasn’t great, to say the least. Her drinking got worse, they were fighting every night, and then she brought home Gary. Gary took it upon himself to blame Heather for literally everything wrong with the house. Dishes not done? Blame the kid instead of the mom who sat home drinking. Bills unpaid? Guess whose fault it was. Fridge out of beer? God have mercy.

The first time she tried running away, she had to hide a black eye. The second time he killed her fucking dog. The third time, something broke in Gary’s mind.

He made her start fighting. Underground fighting rings like some shitty fucking movie, that she didn’t even know existed. Of course it was fucked up, she knew it was fucked up, but what was she supposed to do? So she fought. She got her shit kicked in. He took her again a few days later. And again, and again, and soon it was… normal wasn’t the right word.

Up until she found herself at the Ruby Cornet, fighting under a tinkertech forcefield, and they put her against a fucking *cape*. She tried her best, but what was she supposed to do against an asshole who had superstrength?

One thing lead to another, and when she left that arena she had powers.

Gary tried to get her to go home. She told him to fuck off and smashed a hole in his stupid-ass Civic with its stupid-ass spoiler and stupid-ass fartcan exhaust. Took off before he could do anything about it, and finally she was free.

Well, as free as you could be when the city had just been quarantined. After a week of trying to find a way out of town, Heather ended up flying to her dad’s, still wearing the bruises and bloodied clothes she’d gotten when she triggered.