Thread: Blue Moon Comics: Heroes of the New Age!

Name Samantha Pearson World Blue Moon Comics Species Human Age 17 Gender - Female Sexuality Heterosexual Appearance Since her transformation Samantha is an impressive 61 in height with raven black hair and a slightly tanned complexion. She is of an athletic, slightly muscular build, sporting an enchantingly beautiful face, slender shapely limbs and an impressive rack quite unusual for any physically active female. All in all her body is almost too picture perfect gorgeous to be true. Since she is still struggling to cope with her newfound super powers she does not have a costume yet and instead wears light civilian clothing often tattered to some degree due to the rigors of superhero life that ordinary clothing simply is not made for. Personality Originally a rather cheerful and lively person, the recent traumatic events have given her a mistrustful and sarcastic streak that sometimes shines through. Abilities Traits Mundane traits not mentioned at 2d Academics 3d Athletics 10d Leaping 5d Might 10d Perception 5d Running 5d Technology 1d Thievery 1d Toughness 8d Vehicles 1d Willpower 5d Perks Enhanced Defense Athletics Noteable Weaknesses Flaws Broke Unusual Looks supernaturally beautiful, including very large breasts Funny that this is considered a flaw, but whatever ... Wanted The radiation that transformed Samantha is still lingering within her and affecting all sophisticated technical, especially electronical, devices she touches. Which casues them to malfunction and break down with startling frequency. Hence her traits for Tecknology, Vehicles and Thievery are at a weak 1d. The transformation also has rendered Samatha sterile. Yes, not really a weakness, but I had to put it somewhere. History Until two weeks ago Samantha was just a more or less average if athletically inclined teenager visiting High School and planning for her college tenure. As a member of her schools Track and Field team she naturally put a certain emphasis on physical fitness, including a dip into self defense disciplines. Not much of a party goer, study and sport and friends occupied most of her time. Then came that fateful day she went for her regular evening jog. The object had been traversing the galaxy for billions of years. Layers of frozen gas, solid metal and about every exotic member of the periodic table formed a protective and preserving shell around the tiny core consisting of isotope 127, a last remnant of the very early days of the universe that long since would have dissipated if not for the cocoon preserving it. It was only a matter of time, though, until the meteorite would come into contact with another stellar body. And so warned by the whirring and hissing sound Samantha had just enough time to look up and behold that glowing and rapidly growing speck descending towards her out of the sky at break neck speed before it hit her. When she awoke some indefinite time later she laid naked at the base of a crater about five yards deep and twenty yards in diameter, and whatever she had worn before had been evaporated. Unknown to her the isotope 127 had fused with her body and finally freed of the inhibiting shell had disintegrated, in the process unleashing a short burst of powerful radiation that altered the girl forever. Still confused she climbed out of the hole in the ground, only to behold further manifestations of the impact nearly two hundred yards in any direction. Unable to make sense of it she began to continue trotting along the path she had been following in an attempt to go home, get some rest and rid herself of the immense headache she was feeling. Of course the sight of a naked girl out in the open attracts attention, this time in the form of three college jocks who were expecting some easy fun at her expense. When her attempt to shove one of them away sent him crashing into a tree some fifty yards away she realized for the first time that something might not be quite as it was before. At least that scared off the bunch and she made it back home without further incident, dropping onto her bed and sleeping for sixteen straight hours. When she awoke she felt much better, and the events of the past day seemed like a weird dream. Until she got a first look at herself in the mirror. Apparently she had grown at least a few inches over night, and somehow her physique had been remodeled. She was fit before, but now her body appeared gorgeously shapely and super toned. No bulging muscles, but a subtle visible cue at the strength residing beneath. Her face still showed a trace of similarity to her former self but now was of perfect, actually too perfect, proportions, an idealized mix of aristocratic nobility and angelic innocence, as if right out of one of those retouched glamor magazines. And then there were her tits. Due to her physically active lifestyle they had always hovered between a B- or C-Cup, but now there were two enormous udders hanging from her chest, and weirdly enough she did not even feel any additional strain on her back. Needless to mention none of her bras fit her anymore. To get a handle on that renewed rush of confusion she decided some more physical workout would be a good way to clear her thoughts. Sadly her shoes did not fit her anymore, either, but at least she was able to put on a pair of tight fitting short track pants and some loose hanging T-Shirt and leave her home for a bit of barefooted running. She had made it about fifty yards down the street when an omnious black van with tinted windows pulled up and three men in dark suits got out and tried to surround her. While one of them distracted her with a polite greeting, the other attempted to subdue her with a syringe. Only the needle broke against her skin, and Samantha became slightly agitated at this turn of events. At the end of it the three members of that secret government agency ended up in hospital with several broken bones, one black van with tinted windows had been tossed onto the roof of the town hall, and Samantha was on the run, clearly unwilling to serve as a test subject in some hidden laboratory. By now she is trying her best to keep a low profile and stay out of reach of that mysterious organization trying to catch her. Reports of her clashes with the agents made it into some newspapers in a vague, watered down form. Seemingly someone else was interested in keeping her escapades out of public awareness, but a truck on a rooftop is simply too obvious to cover up even for a government agency. Equipment Not much, the clothes on her skin. Goals To no longer be hunted and to come to grips with her new powers. Miscellaneous - I like the Suzuki Alto. A nice car, compact, small, good handling, easy to pick up, aim and throw. Health 12 Edge - 20