Kid Wonder's page

Echos here.
This is my old mm3e character, Kid Wonder. I'd like to play the character as an adult, having graduated from the Mutant academy a decade or two prior.
His main mutation is the ability to resurrect from anything. Secondary mutations include super human physique, strength, agility, senses, slowed aging and most importantly a computer-like mind that processes weaknesses, vulnerabilities, angles, physics, and regulates body activity, among other things.
He'll be a darker character, having witnessed a lot more than even most heroes have, but he won't be too grimdark.
Give him a look over in preparations and give me some ideas on what direction to go with in regards to similar 2e powers.

A time line would be awesome!
Would the team have a name or is that up them once chosen?

Kid Wonder dashes towards the nearest robot, his eyes zooming up and down, back and forth as he rushes towards it.
Free Action: Instant Combat Analysis (Assessment +16)
If assessment is successful, I will go for the lowest resistance and use the following action
He springs off of a bench with his fist cocked back ready to land a blow on the robot.
Powerful Perfect Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 DC becomes 22 due to Power Attack

If the assessment is unsuccessful, let's go with
He leaps forward, performing a bold display of acrobatics as he springs off of planters and benches with cartwheels and rolls.
Agile Feint: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

You've gotta be kidding me, Jackson thinks to himself as Iz hands him the sheer pink butterfly scarf, complete with lace and frilly bits. He gives it a toss to the ground when he sees Vincenzo seizing. Vinny! he yells out, darting towards the boy. As he runs over, he removes his jacket and begins to ball it up. He drops down to his knees to cushion Vincenzo's head, and, almost as if on autopilot, he begins to bash his hand against the concrete. He punches to the ground without restraint until a river of blood starts to drip down his fist. He takes a good long look around to make sure no one is watching
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 before he proceeds to feed the blood into Vincenzo's mouth. If this doesn't work....
Using Extra Effort: Power Stunt to impart my regeneration 5 to Vincenzo, in hopes that it will help him recover quicker. If that's even possible

I'm fine with the group roll (It's faster)

I'm hoping so

This is NOT looking good. Three of these robots... here...our first time out into the world in months.... why?
I'd imagine Jackson's Danger Sense would be reacting to the presence of the robots too?
Insight: 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 5 = 12

To clarify: when Jackson said "scramble", he meant "spring into action" as opposed to "let's get out of here". Should've probably picked better words. He's not the kind to back down from a challenge like this.
IF that thing is dangerous? No doubt about it kid, that thing ain't here to give us a ride home.
We might have to do this as "normal" as possible though...
Jackson motions towards his face, alluding to the fact that they currently do not have their disguises.
..until we can get everyone out at least

W-what the hell....?
I'm assuming that they'd realise this means danger. Would an insight check help at all against a robot?
After taking a split second to process what just happened, Jack turns towards the three girls, and rather sternly says to them
"whatever you're plannin' on sayin', can it and get goin' before y'all get hurt!"
Jackson then turns to his teammates as he removes his sunglasses and places them in his jacket pocket.
"Don't think this is one of Prof's test, y'all. Let's scramble before this gets messy."

Jackson walks in between the tussle nonchalantly, sunglasses down and collar raised on his denim jacket. He places his right hand gently on Alex's shoulder while using his left to dismiss the other girls with a shooing motion.
"Yo, don't even sweat it, Allie. I'm sure these girls were on their way out. There's no need to let them ruin a good day for us"
He removes his hand from Alex's shoulder to lower his glasses as he flashes the girls a smile.
"Right, ladies?"
if Alex can read minds right now
Alex, you must be upside your head. We can't be causin trouble out here! We don't know what Prof would do to us if he caught us raisin hell with the locals... Besides, we all know you can take them all on. Where's the fun in that?

Still here!

"I'm down to go shoppin'! I'd love to get some better lounging clothes for the school. Maybe we could hit up an arcade after the movie?"
So excited to get out of this place for a bit and get back to civilization. It's been so long, I almost forgot what it was like. Jeez.

Hope I didn't shoot myself in the foot.. increased my ranks in regeneration and increased the dc in my perfect attack array. Probably should've upped my stamina though....oh well.

good luck on the trip and the move, respectively!

Jackson rushes over and grabs a covered plate from the kitchen counter.
"Hope you still got an appetite. We saved you a few slices."
He uncovers the plate of pizza and offers it to Vincenzo with a warm smile on his face.
It must suck to have to go through what this kid goes through. I hope Prof can help him

Cheering Alex on, Jackie counts out loud as she eats a pepper. He grabs a hand towel and starts acting like a boxing coach in between bites.
"All right now, you gonna have to hit em hard. Show those peppas NO mercy"
After her last one, he throws in the towel and raises her hand.
" SHE DONE SEVEN WOO-" He freaks out at the sight of X's floating head and immediately pitches the towel at it. " Ah!! What the hell! Dang Professor, you gotta go easy on us. We're new to this tech stuff."

After hearing Vincenzo getting chewed out, Jackson quiets down and whispers " Oooo Vinny, you're in some tr-oouuu-ble"

Fort 10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Jack pops a pepper and takes his time to chew it up. He smirks as Iz runs for the faucet

Fort 11: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
The second goes down even easier.

Fort 12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
will 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
He raises the third pepper dramatically above him. He turns his head up and begins to lower the pepper as a sacrifice to the gods. As the jalapeño reaches his mouth, he takes a large chomp out of it and swallows. He's caught off guard as the chile hits the back of his throat and it starts to burn him up. He let's out a roar and plays it off as part of the show.

Fort 13: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Will 17: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Eyes watering from the previous pepper , Jackie takes a deep breath,"Woo boy here we go" , and takes a huge crunch out of the pepper....and immediately spits it out.
"F-F-four I got four!" . He let's the burn set in while he dances, sweat beading down his face.
"Ahh don't it hurt real good, y'all?"
ooof ouch it sure as heck don't feel good.

Fort, Will if failed sounds good enough. Any negative modifiers if unsuccessful, or are we just out? DC?

Should we be rolling for results regarding how they're handling the heat?

Pshh MEXICAN. You ever have Thai? Now THAT'S spicy.
A jalapeno eating contest. We eat them one at a time to see who can eat the most. You grab a drink, you lose. Loser does chores, winner picks next challenge. Deal?

Jackson sticks a hand out towards Vincenzo and then Iz.
Got it in the bag!

Jackson turns a bit timid, preferring not to get too much into it.
"But it wasn't my first time. I mean, first time fightin' somethin' covered from head to toe in metal, but fightin is what I do. Like how you...nah nevermind. I just don't want to be useless"

He scratches his head and clears his thoughts and quickly changes the subject.
"Hey Iz, wanna see who can eat the most peppers?"

Towards the kitchen, Jackson hears the word "Pizza" and immediately stops and walks towards the others.

"Did y'all say PIZZA? Aw man, my favorite! I've got some money to throw in if anyone wants to get pepperoni and jalapenos?"

In need of stress relief, Jackson hurriedly walks out to the yard and heads to a secluded, wooded area. Once he reaches the tree line, he looks back to make sure no one is watching him and he begins to punch and kick the trees.
"What a total waste. This is so stupid! I shouldn't even be here. I don't run fast, I can't.....teleport or whatever...I can't make fire... or-or-or turn into a werewolf..." His intensity increases."I can't even pick heavy things up with my body, let alone my mind! This is ridiculous! What am I even doing here?"
After landing a particularly heavy blow, he looks down at his bloody, mangled hands and sighs as they slowly start to heal.
"'Wow, how neat, look at that..it's the kid who can't die. How amazing'...Yeah, great. 'Hi, I'm Kid Wonder, I can't die.' Pfft, because THAT'S useful."

After he's let off steam, he heads back inside to his room to change out of his uniform. Jackson starts to rifle through his oversized duffel bag, but decides to dump everything out on top of his bed. Out of the mess, he picks up and puts on a "Star Wars" t-shirt and a pair of black gym shorts and then neatly hangs up his uniform.

"Jeez Pops, you'd be mad if you saw this mess, wouldn't ya?"
Taking a deep breath, Jack prepares himself for the ordeal set before him. He starts by separating his clothes first, setting them aside to be hung and folded as necessary."I know you've got the best in mind for me... I'll try my best to stop doubtin' ya". Secondly, he picks out three packages of equal shape and size, all wrapped in bright, festive gift wrap, and sets these on the dresser next to his gold "WONDER" chain.
"They can deny it all they want, but I know those knuckleheads got me tapes...I hope these guys don't mind me playing some tunes once my birthday comes around.It'll help liven the place up a bit..maybe get these kids groovin'."
Lastly, Jackson pulls out a plastic folder.
"Now I need to find a good place for you...hmmmm.."He sets the folder on his nightstand, jumps in bed and closes his eyes.
"Now where is home?" Without a second's hesitation, Jackson's head snaps towards the southwest most surface in his bedroom-- the closet door.
"Ah-ha! There we go! This'll be a great spot"
He jumps up out of bed, grabs the folder off of the nightstand and pulls out a roll of tape from his bag. The folder opens to a collection of photos and a large newspaper clipping and Jack gets to work.

The headline "8th Wonder Dojo A Success". Immediately below is a photo of a Ellington Marlette and his wife. He stands tall and proud, holding baby Jackson in his right arm while he grips a trophy in his left. Holding onto the other side of the trophy is Jackson's weary mother Moretta with a sheepish smile. Standing below El, Jackie and Moretta, and also trying their best to help hoist the trophy high, are the other Marlette kids: 12 year old Johnson, 10 year old Charles and 5 year old Eleanora.
Taped around the newspaper clippings are photos. One of each sibling as they received their first black belts and then one of Jackson receiving his. The children all smile with large goofy grins as they grip on closely to their hard earned belts. Those lined the sides of the clippings. Another photo, this time aged, of Ellington during the Vietnam War carrying a fellow soldier over his shoulder. A note was tagged onto it that read "Medic Marlette-- 8th Wonder of The World!". That one was placed at the bottom. Lastly, a recent photo of the Marlette family as they are now: Ellington, Eleanora, Johnson along with his wife Wanda and their daughter Ella, and Charles along with his girlfriend Steff and Jackson square in the middle. That one went on the tip-top.
After assembling his collage, Jack takes a step back, gets a bit misty-eyed, and smiles.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Jackie grabs his "WONDER" chain from the dresser, holds it up towards the collage and whispers"I'm gonna make you guys proud, no matter what." and proceeds to place it around his neck. A deep breath, quick look around the room to make sure all is in order, and he's out the door headed towards the kitchen.

KW lays face down as the concrete of the city changes back into the cold assumed metallic floor of the danger room. He keeps still there, not even breathing.
What the hell is wrong with me? I knew I wouldn't be able to get through that stupid armor.. I knew better. Why the hell can't I have a useful gift. Ugh this is so stupid, I'm so useless. I hope Pops doesn't hear about this. I'm such a waste

Without a word, Kid punches the ground with all his force, releasing a loud crack as he suffers multiple fractures in his right hand and wrist. He pushes himself up off the floor, gets to his feet and walks out, completely ignoring everyone else. As he marches out, he rubs his injured hand, applying pressure.

I've gotta train harder, get better, find a way to be useful

Kid Wonder would then leave the house and seclude himself to the wooded area outside, where he can train and punch all the trees his heart desires without anyone bothering him. Why not be angsty?

Regen 5 should be kicking in another round or two I think? That won't be bringing me back though, I think it heals the bruises first?

Kid Wonder hits the ground and he hits the ground hard. He looks up at Doom and tries his best to get back up, but his body doesn't seem to fire.
Something's not right
His head slams to the ground and he is incapacitated.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
The shock ripples up through Kid Wonder's leg and then to the rest of his body, but it isn't enough to affect him.

Now this is where I get confused. I assume I roll a dodge check to avoid the ranged blast. Is that correct?
If so:

Dodge vs Force Blast: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Rolling with his kick, Kid Wonder drops his body down into a crouch in time to dodge a second blast from Doom.

Wow, this guy ain't no joke!

I'd like to know his Parry and his Fortitude.
I'd like to make an extra effort to grant me a move action.
Extra Effort: Move into striking distance
Standard: Perfect Strike: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 vs whichever is lower between parry or fortitude. Is that how it works, or is it just a DC 19 vs Parry/Fortitude? I'm running on very little sleep so hopefully that's enough info to pick out what I'm doing.

With his fist clenched against his chest, Kid Wonder rushed Doom, leaped into the air, gracefully performing a spinning jump crescent kick toward the back of Doom's head.

Oops! Forgot assessment was a secret GM roll, and I can't edit my post. Ignore that part. My insight is at +16

Taking the blast square in the chest, Kid Wonder stumbles back a step before he drops to one knee. He watches, confused, as Whisp turns into a ball of light and Instinct transforms into a bestial state.
What the hell did you get me into, pops?
He shakes his head and concentrates on the task at hand
Whatever it is, I can do it. Gotta just get my head in the game.
As Instinct rushes to defend him, Kid Wonder creeps into a sprinter's starting position and then takes off running so that he can attack Doom from behind. His pain shows as he seems to have a limp while he runs

As he moves, he gives Doom a look over. His brain activity increases as more and more numbers calculate subconsciously. He gives a smirk, as if he might've figured something out.

Dazed, so a free and a standard action
Hindered, half speed
Standard Action: Move. Circle around Instinct and Doom, towards Doom's 7 o'clock if 30 ft allows it (unhindered movement is 60 ft)
Free Action: Assessment: Insight: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

Toughness: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
if I'm not mistaken, I just got plastered. Hell yeah! Was kind of hoping for that first go.

Smooth move, Ex-Lax

After Instincts wonderful little speech, Kid Wonder gets in a fighting stance with his fists held up in clear view.
"Listen, Doom: yeah we're kids,but we're kids willing to fight if we have to. Now how about you tell us why you're wreckin' stuff? Doesn't seem to be the kind of thing someone with a cape like that would be into, so what's the deal?"

JEEZ YOU GUYS. OK, Instinct, go talk his metal ass off and we'll be waitin to pounce when it goes sour

Let's get this placed cleared out and start actin' fast! We've got Whisp back there... Don't want him to get too close to her

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

"Ok so....defense until we need that last resort. Keep his attention off of Psyforce until she can surprise with a force-pounding. Once she deals a good hit, we jump back and forth, picking at him. We gotta be sure to distract him, so we should hit him from different angles. Don't wolves do that? "

Addressing Psyforce:
Pft, talk to him? I doubt that's worked for the Fantastic Four. Alex, give him all you've got. Gimme a heads up and I'll help you anyway I can

Addressing Instinct: "Even with this dude wearin' metal? Damn, so what exactly can you do?"

"Catalyst is right. If this guy is that big & bad, we need a plan. Psyforce, lay it on heavy with that...psy...force, but wait until we're all assembled. I don't know how useful Twitch, Instinct and I will be at an offensive game, so we'll have to play defensively, keep him on his toes with distraction. Catalyst, any knowledge on how The Fantastic Four 's done it in the past?

Hearing Psyforce's description, Jackson racks his memory
...German crazy man in armor...calling himself Von Doom?Intellect: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14 ...nah, never heard of the guy

Seeing both Alex and Iz bolt through the sky, Jackson briefly slows down in amazement before picking back up in speed
"Damn! You girls make that look easy!"
Gotta find me a way to move fast like that.

As the Taxi manages to brake, Jackson aggressively, though mockingly, slams on the hood and yells (in his most obnoxious, nasally New Yorker accent)
"I'm walkin' here! I'm walkin' he-!"
He gets cut off by the boom and his mind springs into action. He darts off, running towards the disturbance and calls in over the comm system
"What was that? Twitch, did you catch that?"

If I'm not within view of the others
"Whisp, Instinct, Catalyst, Psyforce-- keep your eyes and ears open and stay safe. I'm headed up that way now, I'll tell y'all what I see when I get there."

Athletics (to run faster): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
Hero's Handbook says a successful DC 15 Athletics check by one degree or more increases my ground speed rank by +1 for one round. Jackson already moves at 60ft per round, so assuming that running doubles movement, 120? (I can't find movement speed in the book for the life of me)

He runs down the sidewalk, dodging pedestrians left and right and shouting for them to move out of his way. It reminds him of his morning conditioning, when his father would wake him up before sunrise and have him run uphill, with weights. Not a normal thing to do, no, but something he's now thankful for.

Looking around towards Twitch and Catalyst and then back to the group, Jackson finally relaxes "Yo, so it's everyone for themselves? Gonna see if I can find that one pizza joint I went to last time I was in New York. Check y'all later."
He crosses the street, failing to look both ways.
He ain't gonna hurt us with this thing. He's probably jus showin off.

"What's wrong Jackson? It seems just like the city to me. Nothing to worry about other than being caught out after curfew."

He looks over at Whisp, and then looks down at himself and realizes that he's tensed up. He eases up a bit and chuckles "S-sorry, it ain't everyday that the room you're in warps into New York City, yknow? Can't help myself...sometimes my body just does that".

As the room starts to shift into a cityscape, Kid Wonder jumps into a defensive stance, looking around and analyzing what exactly is going on. He looks to his sides to see how his fellow X-Men handled the change.
His mind is swarming with numbers as he subconsciously calculates the distance of the vehicles, buildings and people.
This is... kind of neat

Yes, but it's a very telling figure of speech~*

After Alex makes her announcements to the boys, Jackson has a bit of an "a-ha!" moment...
Man, who is this girl kidding?! No one's gonna wanna look at her in that outfit

He steels himself, ready to dodge whatever may come his way.
Currently unable to look it up, but if there is an equivalent to pathfinder's total defense action, Jackson's doing that right now

Jackson stands in front of the locker room mirror, checking himself out, striking various poses
Yeah, I don't know if this'll fly well for me in the long run, but it'll do for now. But DAMN do I make this look good. Wait til the ladies check me out!

As Michael laughs, Jack sweeps his air saber across Vincenzo's midsection, twists and mocks a force choke on Michael. Catching a bit of Xavier and Michael's conversation, he turns back to Vincenzo and, brings his hands to his side and bows.

"Suitin' up! Awesome. Really looking forward to checkin out this danger room business."

"I know, right? It's like we're in Star Wars. Think he's got any lightsabers in the closet?"

" Vinny... You are a GENIUS! If he's got all this hi-tech stuff, he's gotta be able to hook it up with a light saber"

Leaning against the wall outside of the examination room with his arms folded, Jackson speaks up, eyes wide and mind-boggled

"This is just...wow... way beyond what I thought...This is just.. This is really happening, isn't it? How cool. Yesterday this was science fiction, and now... this is really happening. It's like all those movies and books, and now we're becoming superheroes... This is AWESOME."

Jackson steps up first, rubbing his gold necklace in his left hand. He begins to grin as he places his right hand on the pad.

Codename? This is a no-brainer. Gonna make Poppa proud.
"Jackson Luther Marlette. Code name: Kid Wonder."

After being introduced to Sikorsky, Jack looks around at first to see if there are any wires that keep it up.
Nice to meet ya Sikorsky, though we probably won't be hangin' out much.