About Saxton QuinnCrunch:
Identity: Saxton Quinn [The walker]
Power Level: 8
STATS STR:[10](+0)[PP-00]
ATTACK/DEFENSE
SAVES
SKILLS:
14pp [54 Ranks] Can use all Skills untrained at base state Bluff (Cha): +12 [PP2]
LANGUAGES
FEATS:
FEATS [22pp]
POWERS:
PP ALL = 22pp ------ Inherent Powers [24pp] ------ Power: Immunity - [Immortal Fey Blood] [13pp]
Power: Regeneration [/b][1] [Fey Blood] [3pp]
Power: Awareness [2] [3pp]
Power: Luck Control [3] [3pp]
-----Powers Under Magic [10pp]--------- Power: Mystic Blast [8] [2pp] [DC23] [80'Range] [Instant]
Power: Communication [1] [1pp]
Power: Awareness [1] [1pp]
Power: Animal Control [1] [DC11] [1pp]
Power: Invisibility [1] [1pp]
Power: Healing [1] [1pp]
Power: Flight [1] [10mp 88'/round] [1pp]
Power: Telekinesis [4] [40'] [SRT20] [2pp]
EQUIPMENT:
EQUIPMENT [1pp]
POINTS 120+2 pp [Total=100] [left=20]
Library:
Power: Dimensional Pocket [Lasting] [1pp] [100lb]
APPEARANCE - PERSONALITY:
Image here Description.
10 Min BACKGROUND:
FULL BACKGROUND STORY - Long:
Saxton Quinn, was born in a world where gods walked with men, where spirits lived in land and bests. Where Fay where wild in the lands licked to hill and lake. Where magic was as much a part of life as the sun, moon and starts. As a child he was pitched as one of the “Marked” as a baby his skin was tattoo the carry the tails of the clan. Deed and feats, the crone, mother and maiden all placed wards and records of the world on him as they did others. He hunted and the clan moved, collecting what they needed. Then came the time of the flood, a great rain that swelled the river by the village encampment, a night of fear and terror, he ran, seeking a hill to stand on higher than the water. He found one but one with tall stones. Stones that marked the Entrance to fay lands, he had been warned never to enter such lands without invite, but fear of the flood drove him. At the hill top he came upon a great hoard of fay, dancing to pipes and harp, they played with thunder and rain. But as he came upon them all stopped at looked at him. One tall fay came out of the mass and walked toward him. Head tilted and looking at the man child who can dear enter the real. He was the King under the hill, the lord and master of all fay and he was intrigued.
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