Blackhoof

We all know how the United States fared after Calamity and the rise of the Epics (so very badly), but what about elsewhere? Mostly, I'd say pretty much the same, although even worse in many cases (as most nations don't have the military and technology of the US, meaning that their people would have less success fighting the Epics and be worse off afterwards), but there would be exceptions. Asia: would be oh so destroyed. I think population density is directly proportional to how much damage the Epics inflict on a nation's people, environment and cities. And Asia has the highest population density in general. Assuming one in a thousand people became Epics (which is the ratio I like, it feels right to me) and one in a thousand Epics are High Epics, that would mean that there are (at the beginning) one million Epics and ten thousand High Epics in China alone. And the high population density means that thousands upon thousands of them appear in every city, ready to tear them apart in their Rendings and subsequent battles for dominance. Every issue the US and then the FSA has, the Epic's Republic of China has it over twice as bad. Europe: Europe would fare as well as the US, I think. Africa: Much, much worse than the US in some areas, and better in others. Its huge size and relatively small population would mean that some tribes in the Sahara might not have much idea of what has even happened, beyond seeing Calamity. Butwith low level of development and high poverty already, a million Epics across the continent would only make things worse. Australia: Australia would probably fare the best of any country or continent, I think. Low population density, relatively high level of wealth and development, an elite military force. The only problem is high urbanisation, with a huge proportion of the populace concentrated in the capital cities of each state and around the east coast. But seriously, there would be a tiny amount of Epics in Australia. 22 million people means 22 thousand Epics, mainly in cities along the east coast, as I said. People living on the other side of the country, and in the north, would have relatively few Epics to deal with. South America: The rain forests would make good hiding spots for people, that Epics would never find people in. Chances are certain Amazonian tribes may never encounter any epics, or hear more than rumours about the collapse of society. I predict a 110% chance that communist Epics are running around, creating "utopias" for whatever humans they can corral. Middle East: given a higher population density than the US, and a lower level of organisation, wealth and military power, it would fare much worse than the US. What do you guys think?

I'd be concerned that if Rainmaker had this sort of Epic at her disposal, she could/would have forced every Epic and Vanilla in Corvallis to sign a binding contract of loyalty on penalty of death upon entry into the city. She wouldn't even need Euphoria if everyone in the city is forced to be utterly loyal and obedient to her.

A big explosion is probably the best way to kill him. He usually keeps his pieces close by, so anything that wiped out the city would almost certainly get each and every last bit of him.

Hopefully they would realise that it would be as pointless as shooting him. It isn't like his teleport has any range. hahaha now I am interested, what is Project September? and on the subject of Obliteration, I like that he is basically invincible against any of our characters. You can't trap him, you can't pin him down, you can't overwhelm him with damage, you can only keep him at bay.

Although it would be strange for an Epic that has given in to the corruption to commit suicide like that. If anything, he would be more inclined to do it the less corrupted he is, as he feels a more selfless sense of civic duty towards the city and avenging it. On the other hand, if the enemy are all around and he has no escape he certainly wouldn't have anything to lose.

Amazing! :D Brandon is so awesome In fact, nukes may be what happened to Oregon. Although the way Megan talked about Portland implied that Epics were still there fighting over it. If it was a no-mans land of radiation, I feel like she would have mentioned it.

Part 4/4 of a compilation between me, Mailliw, Edgedancer, Sirce, and Mail-mi He was almost to the dome now. Jag felt his body thrown to the side, flying across the field. He tumbled across the grass and looked over to see not a tree, but a ruined brick house where he had been. The Epic had thrown a house at him! Jag snarled and roared. He leapt for the house and pulverized a still-standing wall with his fist. He dismantled the building, throwing pieces of it soaring up towards the smoking Epic, and growled in triumph. But Smasher had beaten him to the prize. A couple of blasts of air hit him from behind. The smoker again. It tore through his body armor, but didn't penetrate his skin. He stood up and continued to destroy the house. Hellfire grunted in exertion as his arm was jerked unexpectedly- the water Epic had wrapped one of his swords with his own! Hellfire’s eyes narrowed as the water Epic smiled smugly, and he tried to wrench his sword free. “Wait, why am I wasting my time doing this?” He thought as he realised he could control the shape and very existence of his sword. He pulled as hard as he could and suddenly dissolved his sword, freeing his arm and allowing him to throw himself forward in a brutal stabbing motion with his other blade. His strike was true, and it hit the water Epic straight in the centre of his cold chest. The blood-lightning Epic--Blood seems to be our absolute enemy today--fired at the truck as it fired at him, and both of them missed horribly; the truck because the Epic dodged, and the Epic because...well, because he was a sucky shot. Metalmech fired one last shot, and smiled as it headed straight for the Epic’s forehead, and... ...the Epic became a blur. Sparks! He had a speed power too?! The Epic was at the truck before Metalmech could fire another shot, and Metalmech could see the grin on his face as he ripped open the door, probably with the intent to kill the people inside. The Epic’s grin faltered as he saw what was really inside the vehicle: nothing. It was completely under Metalmech’s control. Frustrated, the Epic started to fire lightning inside the vehicle. Metalmech’s face contorted in a rage. He’s going to fry the circuits! That sparking little--but wait. Maybe it isn’t a bad thing... Rolling up his sleeves, Metalmech stomped up towards the distracted Epic Winterspell smiled inwardly as the fire Epic went to ram his sword in his chest. Rather than try to take the blow, he opted for another option. He used his morphing power, just in the region of his chest. He peeled his chest plate away and turned the middle of his front into a liquid and moved it to the side. Expecting to meet resistance, the other Epic put too much force to his blow, losing his balance and embedding his full arm through Winterspell's chest and stumbling into him. He quickly closed his armor around the Epic's arm, trapping him for a moment. He kept his physical body around the Epic liquid for now, but kept its temperature stable so it wouldn't evaporate contact with the fire Epic's skin. Having the other Epic off balance and trapped for a moment, Winterspell looked for a gap in his fiery armor, and rammed a quickly-formed short sword into the chink beneath his shoulder. Smasher heard Jag's call for assistance and began rushing toward the bubble of ice too. He was still fully incorporeal, so he was only barely able to be seen. He tried to move as fast as he could before someone took the time to notice him. To stay hidden, he had to leave his shield behind, since he couldn't make other things incorporeal too. His fists would be good enough for this job, though. It was a race between him and Jag to see who'd get the point for last kill. Smasher chuckled as he ran past Jag fighting a tree. He didn't bother to help, since he knew from experience that it wouldn't hurt Jag at all. He'd be angry though. War Smasher ran past, straight at the bubble. He ran past a puddle of blood. Blood. Mary. Smasher pulled up short, just outside the bubble of ice. If he got too close or caused any type of bleeding, Mary would come. She'd ruin any solid part of his body. Irritated, Smasher decided to use his boring move. Boring, but effective. He created a large forcefield around the bubble and rapidly shrunk it. It sped towards its center, crushing the ice dome on its way. Kinesis was startled as blood began erupting from his shirt. He began to fight it, preparing to get away, until Mary issued a warning through his shirt. “War Smasher just pulled short of your little dome here. I’ll do you the favour and assume you don’t want to just stand here doing nothing, while he kills you.” She poured more blood out of the patch on his clothes, spreading it out over Kinesis’ body and connected it to her pool of blood in the castle. It flowed down his body but before she managed to completely envelop him the ice dome around him suddenly shattered. The body of the Epic should be next to be crushed. But when the forcefield shrunk, Smasher saw a blur of movement after the ice was destroyed. Stopping the rapid contraction of his bubble, Smasher was left with a small hand-sized bubble of ice and blood. Plenty of blood for one person, but Smasher wondered what that movement had been. He ignored that thought and reveled in his victory. He stood triumphant, but disappointed with his resorting to desperate measures. The Epic hadn't even had defensive powers. But it worked. He thought. But a human had much more bone in them than the bubble contained. There had been that flash of movement when the bubble broke the ice. Smasher gave up on figuring it out. If the Epic came back, he'd kill him again. Smasher found Jag tearing a house apart. That hadn't been there before Smasher had run into the ice dome, had it? Disruption found the vehicle to be empty. Empty! Why doesn't anybody face me? "They cower before me, that's it!" To vent a little of his frustration, he fired several blightning bolts at the truck, frying most of the electronics. He turned, seeing a massively brutish-looking Epic coming towards him. "Thinking you can challenge me? Ha! Think again puny worm!" Accompanying these words he began firing lightning bolts from his fingers. To his pleasure, a few of them even hit the other Epic. Blackness was replaced with a glow of orange. Eternal fire restored the phoenix again. Hawkwing didn't enjoy dying, but this was his favorite part: Being reborn in a blaze. The glow brightened into a large flame and soothed Hawk's pains, restoring him to his original Calamity-blessed body. The flames burned away and Hawk felt rejuvenated. Rejuvenated, but wary. He had already been killed once this battle, he didn't want it to happen again. He flew up high, away from the smoker, Deathgale. He stayed away from the battle, assuming Jag would call a retreat or tell him where to assist. Jag growled at Smasher taking his victory, but stifled the fury for now. "Retreat now," he said into his mobile. Hawk flew past, lifting Smasher by his neck with his talons. Jag saw his few Commandos take the Lightning with Metalmech inside and drive off and Hawk's couple remaining did the same in their Escalade after picking up the scrap metal Smasher called a shield. Jag bounded after them. Metalmech was barely affected by the first blood lightning bolt. His invincibility easily took care of that one. With a grim smile on his face, he kept walking towards the Epic, with the intent to kill. That’s when the second one hit. It hit in exactly the same place as before, coursing through the metal that had yet to flake off his body and zapping the burned skin underneath. Metalmech cried out in pain as his entire right side spasmed, dropping to the floor. SPARKING STORMING SPARKING SLONTZE!! “Retreat now,” Jag’s voice said through the radio. Struggling to move, Metalmech moved one of the cars over to himself--the Lightning--and climbed inside. I will get you, little Epic, he thought at his attacker. When we return, you’re dead. Disruption, seeing the other Epic recoil from one of his hits, jumped for joy. Literally. Unfortunately, he was still running at the other Epic. When he fell he landed wrong and tumbled to the ground, smacking his knee into a rock. "Ahh! Acht! Sweet mother of Calamity!" Whimpering into the blood on his shirt, he called for help from Mary. "I'm down! I'm down! Get me out of here! I already hit a couple Epics, but now I'm done!" His words were thankfully cut off as blood enveloped him. Hellfire cried out in shock as he fell forward, a hole forming in the water Epic’s chest before his sword even touched it. His right arm and sword went straight through the newly-opened hole, and the chest- and backplate of ice reformed behind it, trapping his arm in the Epic’s chest. “What in the EVERLOVING F-” Hellfire’s thought was interrupted when the smirking Epic jabbed a short sword made of ice into his left armpit. Hellfire’s eyes blazed as the pain shot through him, and his arm fell limply to his side. He suddenly remembered the salt in this water, and it was touching him. From the corner of his eye he saw armoured vehicles driving away and Epics fleeing. “Cowards! Useless mugs! Nothing was going right!” With a roar, Hellfire sent fire blazing all along his arm, but it was weaker than it should have been. Simultaneously, he blew a stream of flames into the smug Epic’s stupid face, and created solid flames from his very skin inside the Epic itself. The Epic didn’t seem to burn or evaporate, but his water could be pushed, and with a mighty roar, the solid flames filled the Epic from the inside out, spikes of it coming from his every exposed surface, blowing him apart in a spray of water and ice. The plates of ice were still attached to his arm, but they were no longer attached to the now-dead water Epic, and Hellfire wasted no time projecting fire from his palms and feet to get airborne. He felt blood running down his side, and he quickly plugged the wound with cool, solid flames. But it hurt like hell, and he knew he needed medical attention. Sparing a quick glance downwards at the body of his fallen foe, he smirked, but the smile fell from his face as he saw the shards of ice and water melting, and reforming. “The stupid Epic is a High Epic! The cheat!” Finally Hellfire melted the ice plates off of his arm, and he flew higher and further away, following the armoured convoy. It was time to introduce himself to his new allies.

Part 3 of a compilation between me, Mailliw, Edgedancer, Sirce, and Mail-mi After looking for Smasher for last few minutes, Disruption gave up the effort. It was like playing hide and go seek without anybody actually playing but him, something he had experience with. He was out looking for this "almighty and powerful" Epic while everybody else got a piece of the fun. It sounded like a ruse to him. It seemed to him that everybody toyed with him. He stopped his train of thought, small as it was. He didn't have the time to think and walk at the same time. Some things were just too hard. He turned towards the nearest fight, seeking someone to fry. He watched as one Epic in the air fell to the ground, landing with a sickening crunch. He sprinted towards the fight, only remembering his blitzing power once he actually got to the scene. Dang it all. Why didn't I use my powers? I'm a freaking Epic with a blitzing power and I just ran here. I did all of that effort for nothing! He sighted on an Epic who had wings, shooting blood red lightning from his fingertips. Not a single bolt hit the Epic. Running closer, he tried to maneuver for a better shot, realizing once again that he hadn't used his blitzing power. Gosh dang it. He fired a couple more bolts, but the winged Epic dashed off towards Deathgale, not even seeing Disruption. Probably trying to give him a K.O. instead of me. Real mature. Frustrated with how little of an effect he was getting, and seeing that the rude Epic from before was close to taking the enemy Epic out, he began to fire bolts as fast as he could, running along behind the Epic to keep him close. Tripping, he continued to fire bolts of lightning from his fingers. Almost like magic, one actually connected, more by luck than skill. As the Epic tumbled to the ground and began to burn, Disruption jumped up from the ground, beating the dust from his pants. He looked around, blushing slightly and hoping that nobody had seen him turf it. Reasonably satisfied, he pumped his fist. K.O. for Disruption. Take that everybody. Looking around for another target, he again began to run towards where he had seen a tank earlier, once again forgetting about his blitzing power. Hellfire grimaced as his fireball was destroyed, too far away for the explosion to hurt the water Epic. Pity. Another diamond shard appeared next to him, and he punched it away with a fist of solid flame. The shield behind him had succeeded so far in stopping rear attacks, but that damnation Epic was still teleporting thing at him from the front and sides. The water Epic suddenly threw more ice spears, and they glinted in the sunlight as they soared towards Hellfire. Realising that it would be too hard to deflect or block them all, Hellfire opted to dodge, projecting fire from his hands and feet and surging into the air like a rocket. The ice spears harmlessly flew under him, and he saw the water Epic now had ice armour, and a huge sword in his hand. Well, if it’s close combat he wants…. Gathering fire in his hands, Hellfire formed a sword of solid flame in one hand and a long, plasma whip in the other. With a battlecry, he shot towards the water Epic, raising his sword for a downward swing, simultaneously throwing the whip at the Icesteel shield that the annoying Epic was encased in. The whip turned into a napalm-like substance, and coated parts of the bubble in flames that burned without fuel. As long as he kept them alive, they would burn, weakening the shield and hopefully destroying it. Hellfire didn’t think there was much chance of that, though. As he reached the water Epic, who stared up at him, Hellfire brought his sword down in what he hoped would be a killing blow. Winterspell swung his sword from the side, deflecting rather than blocking the fire Epic's blow. As his momentum carried him past, he reversed his grip and brought his blade down with a respectable thud to the back of the other Epic, further sending him sprawling. Apparently that flaming armor wasn't for show however, as the Epic stood back up, defiance in his flaming eyes. A challenge then? "Continue to amuse me boy. You only dig yourself deeper with every pinch of dust you throw at me." It had taken long enough but the unknown Destructor was cut down by the windblades. His end was unsightly to say the least, certainly not something that spoke well of the other Destructors for associating with him. As the body hit the ground it got swallowed by one of the blood tendrils and transported somewhere else. Better to be safe than to be sorry. At about the same time Dustdevil was hit by several bullets. Judging by the angle they were shoot from they came from Hawkwing. Deathgale contacted Mary, “Dustdevil got hit. Nothing instantly fatal but he’s losing a lot of blood.” Bullets pierced his body and Deathgale offhandedly waved in the direction he was attacked from, while he calmly continued talking, “He might not make it anyway but take him to a doctor.” Mary gave him a nonchalant reply and Dustdevil sank into the blood puddle that had seeped out of his wounds. Turning towards the direction he was shoot from, he saw Disruption standing over the charred corpse of Hawking. Dismissing his celebration over having killed an enemy Deathgale turned towards the remaining fight. With two Destructors down they had taken the advantage and it was time to clean this mess up. Jag saw Desolation fall in a ruined heap of flesh. He had heard the flying Epic's call on the mobile and looked to see him destroyed. The Epic hadn't been given much time to enjoy his superiority. Poor kid. It had been his desire to come to this town and now he'd never see the takeover happen. Jag himself might not even see it succeed if he didn't retreat soon. But not yet. He shot at the suited Epic, but as expected, the holes turned to smoke. Jag growled in anger. These Epics were destroying his team. He roared in anger when Hawk fell too. Jag knew now that they'd absolutely need to retreat. He watched as his friend's burnt and bloodied body quickly burned, leaving only a pile of ash. The ash would then burn bright and strong for a minute or so before dissipating, revealing his friend again. Jag ignored the ash, as he had seen Hawk resurrect before. Now he was really mad. One more kill and then they'd retreat. He charged for the dome of ice. He called for Smasher to come help with this last casualty. Hellfire grunted as he was slammed into the ground by the frost sword, but fortunately his armour held. Landing in the dust, he scrambled to his feet, and turned quickly to the water Epic, glaring his defiance and assuming a combat stance. The Epic spoke, "Continue to amuse me boy. You only dig yourself deeper with every pinch of dust you throw at me." Hellfire’s eyes widened with anger, and his breath turned into little bursts of flame as he exhaled. This pathetic Epic was going to die. As he always did, he took his anger, and mastered it. With a gesture his sword broke into two smaller ones, and Hellfire surged forward, swinging with precision to end the water Epic for good. His first swing connected with the broadsword, blocking it while his second bounced harmlessly off of the icey armour of the Epic’s side, only a tiny burst of steam implying any contact at all. This Epic was good. “His water must have a decent amount of salt in it, to be so resistant,” Hellfire thought with a shiver. Kinesis had been a slightly annoyed when Winterspell had ordered him back. Not having anything to do while his leader fought the fire Epic one-on-one had been frustrating. That was, until one of the other Epics began running across the ground at him. He smiled, closing his eyes and feeling everything around him. It was glorious, being able to feel every movement, every tree rustling, every Epic breathing. He felt like a god. Breathing in the euphoria, he dropped a tree in the running Epic's path, giving it a large burst of energy to send it flying at the Epic as soon as the tree popped into existence. After falling down, the Epic stood back up. He seemed a little bit disoriented, but otherwise unhurt. He even picked up the tree and wasted time trying to throw it at him. Smiling, Kinesis sent the tree back at him. The Epic jumped over it, dodging it handsomely. With a scowl, Kinesis sent the tree flying again, this time hitting the Epic in the back, sending him forward into the ground. This time as the tree hit, it shattered into many fragments of wood. As the Epic again got up and began to sprint for him, felt around for another object to throw, then chuckled as he found his next projectile. The Epic was almost to the dome when he became very well acquainted with the inside of someone's house. It slammed into him, crushing in upon itself and covering him in dust and bricks. To Kinesis, with his spatial awareness, the effect was amazing to watch, the house and Epic meeting as it fell over him like a wave. Complimenting himself on a job well done, he mentally kicked back to watch the show of the Epic try to uncover himself. Jag bounded across the ground, his enhanced legs propelling him at swift speeds. He ran, suddenly knocked backward by a log, no, a tree, that had come out of nowhere. Angry, he stood back up and threw the tree back at the dome as he ran. He took a few steps when again the tree flew at him. Ready this time, he jumped over it and laughed. The tree hit him from behind, throwing him forward. Sparking Epic! Who did he think he was? Jag would rip him apart. Smasher's mostly transparent body sprinted past. But Jag wanted this kill for himself. Winterspell had slightly been winded by the other Epic's quick retaliation. He wasn't a young man anymore, and this massive broadsword wasn't doing him any favors. He threw the sword at the Epic, giving him a moment to form a rapier in one hand a and something between a dagger and a sword. Using his mind to move the water in his Icesteel weapons, he moved them forward faster than he should have been able to, matching the other Epic parry for parry and blow for blow. Smiling into his opponent's eyes, he caught one of his opponent's swords on his knife, melting and reforming his weapon to wrap around the blade. It was a tug-of-war game now. Sheets of metal flaked off of Metalmech as he jumped from the burning tank. Swearing, he picked himself up, just in time to watch the tank in front of him be hit again and explode in a fiery inferno. The shock wave washed over him and the shrapnel coated him in deep gashes that were quickly healed again. Slontze! he thought at the Epic inside the ball of ice, and started to storm his way toward him. Suddenly, he stopped. He heard someone approaching behind him and saw, as he turned around, a deep red lightning bolt shot from the someone’s fingers. Sparks! Metalmech ducked down, hoping to avoid the bolt, and-- --and the bolt hit the ground five feet away. Surprised by the horrid miss, Metalmech raised an eyebrow at the Epic as he took control of Jaguar's truck and aimed it towards him. Disruption saw a beefed up truck with a massive gun on top turned toward him as he continued to run. He fired a few bolts of lightning at the metal monster. One actually hit the thing, but after barely more than a pause it continued to rotate its barrel at him. Disruption began to run the side, hoping to dodge whatever came his way. The cannon merely turned and continued to follow him. Risking his focus, he turned, while still running, to fire another set of bolts at the tank. As he did so, he again tripped, falling to the ground into a face full of dirt. Freaking freaking frak! You have got to be joking. As he cussed to himself, he felt the whistle of shells go over his head, smacking into a tree several feet away. "Haha," he yelled, getting to his feet. "Take that! That was totally a dodge. And besides, you have bad aim too!" You weren't even-" He cut off as another burst came hurtling at him. In that moment of panic, his visceral nature overwhelmed him, activating his blitzing power and letting him literally dodge a bullet. Based on the path, it would have hit him any other way. Keeping the blitz up for as long as he could, he began running for the truck, hoping to get to its occupants before they fired again. Deathgale descended upon the Destructors’ soldiers. The little maggots tried to squirm away from him with no avail. A simple flick of his finger was enough to cut them down, some dying instantly others bleeding out on the ground after they lost their limbs. Their bullets simply went through him, spreading smoke in the air over the bloodied corpses and cut of limbs. He shortly stopped as he finished his current cigarette and let them continue to empty their clips in him as he lit the new one. Some slontze tried to use the moment the moment to close in on him and slashed at him with a knife. Letting the blade pass through him Deathgale exhaled a mouthful of smoke. It grabbed the attacker’s face and creeped into his mouth and nose. The maggot scratched at his throat, slowly suffocating as the smoke filled his lungs. He turned back to- A brick went through his head, obscuring Deathgale’s vision with a bout of smoke. The one that threw the brick was Black Jaguar, standing in a half collapsed building. Deathgale whipped a set of windblades towards him, also cutting another piece of debris out of the air. The blades hit the other Epic, unleashing a heavy gust of air that blew away the dust and parts of the debris Jaguar was using as ammunition. The Destructors leader himself was thrown back by the impact. However he quickly stood up again unscathed, apart from his clothes hanging down his body in tatters.

I always assume that people are immune to the direct effects of their powers at the very least automatically, and it goes without saying (a fire Epic who isn't immune to fire/heat damage would die very quickly).

Pedantry is as boring as a skateboard with no wheels and nothing but flat concrete for a mile in every direction.

Who else inspires thoughts of microwave meals, cheese and potatoes? Only Instabam.

The way an object reflects light off of it. A light-manipulator could change the colour of things, but I think that shouldn't count for her powers. Might make it too easy if she gets one as an ally, suddenly everything is white and she can kill everyone in an instant.

I'd say that manipulation wouldn't count. It has to actually be white, free from manipulation from Epic powers.

That's true, we need some points of light and hope in the sea of darkness that is this RP and the FSA

Yeah, but David has spent his life researching Epics. He has heard of epics from Ireland, Germany and Mexico. Compared to that Oregon isn't that far away. But I agree, I'm sure one or two wouldn't necessarily generate much news. well fighting with good old guns, knives and swords, combined with his super agility and such, he could put up a decent fight against vanillas and minor Epics, for sure. Its possible, just makes it harder, is all.

i feel like if it does happen, it should be massively low-key. Like the whole thing is pretty secret and no-one knows. Otherwise we need to question why David has not heard of this good Epic before, and why this Epic didn't go around convincing other good Epics to face their fears, raising the profile massively. I mean, for some reason most Epics seem to not have made the fear-weakness connection (at least not as explicitly as we know), so I feel like we can't have too many doing it. After all, there is a reason people think all Epics are evil, and why vanillas still haven't made the fear-weakness connection after all this time. well, if the offensive part messes with your original conception of the character, you could always say that he cannot use his power on organic things and stuff in their immediate proximing (so no freezing clothes)? Many powers have that caveat. That way, he can't just freeze people to death as an insta-kill, he has to be a bit more creative. Your call

oh yeah, he can just freeze people straight out. In fact, he is probably more offensive than defensive- he is only defensive against heat-based attacks, like fire Epics. But he can be offensive against anyone.

I think he would teleport away just before the poisoned drink/food touched his lips and it would stay behind.

This is a very unusual RP. Almost every character is a villain, and morally crappy, just in differing degrees.

The fact that he has been in a coma for decades and since Calamity he can affect things with his dreams and apparently has a knowledge of what is happening around the city has probably messed with his perceptions of reality.

I'd probably put her at solid Chaotic Neutral on the D+D alignment scale. Which is a bit better than most Epics who would be Chaotic Evil. Apathy doesn't mean evil, necessarily. Sure she helped them, which is morally wrong, but as an Epic she has no moral compass. She is better than the average Epic, which makes her on the level of a crappy normal person who doesn't set out to hurt people but has no interest stopping people from getting hurt. Although I admit I haven't read the whole Portland thread, so I'm just going off what I have heard second-hand in the Question threads.

Haha reminds me of the South Park episode Coon vs Coon and Friends when Kenny gets sick of no-one believing he resurrects each morning (since no-one remembers) so he says "*sigh* well I'm a bit tired, I think I might go to sleep" and shoots himself.

you could always keep the healing but tone it down a lot? Basically, if it can bring him back from the dead and is super-fast, it is a PI. If it can't resurrect him and he just has fastr natural healing (so a wound that takes months to recover from is healed in days) then it isn't a PI.

Well, if the goal is to create an area of darkness he can hide in I'd say a max of 30 feet all around, if he really tries? That is a decent space to hide within.

two already said this but i agree with him, double PI's is unique to Prof. Heck using his tensors defensively he sort of has three. i just don't think two PI's is a good idea. Fortuity was a High Epic but his power was pretty defensive. I think heaps of high epics might only have their PI as their power. And Speed can be pretty offensive. and maybe he isn't antagonistic, but he really shouldn't be as tough as Prof. And what if someone attacks him and he has to fight back? It isn't like we can guarantee his two PI's will never come into play. And given the majority of powers in the Dalles are not energy-based, (everyone shoots guns at you) his Decay PI (which is cool btw) would be enough to save him from most enemies.