Cliche - Epitome City

Cliche

Name : Candace Hart Aliases : Cliche
Age : Teen
Height : Average (Usually 5'4") Weight : Average (Usually 124 lbs)
Hair Color : Varies (usually Blond) Eye Color : Varies (usually Blue)
Species : Human
Occupation : Student
Family : Moms, sister (deceased), dad
Appearance :
Fighting Style : Shapeshifting
Restrictions :

Likes : Cheerleading, sidekicking
Dislikes : Nothing

Motivation : Sidekick

Quote: "Like, totally."

General:
Hi, name's Camden Hart, a young healthy MALE teenager who like most teenagers, had a wacky and dysfunctional family that I hated…. Yes, you heard me, hated! Along with everything else in my life.

Now you might think its some irrational teen angst that's making me all emo about the parental units, but its really their behavior that's gotten me so sipping on the hatearade to quench my rage.

Take for example dad, he was a sidekick for some lame heroine who he blabbed on about all day. Made you think he'd cheat on Mom with all the talk and worship he gave to her, except he couldn't exactly cheat being stuck in a wheelchair. Of course, what really made me a little queasy was the googly eyes Mom would make at him when he spoke about the hero. Geeze, I know girls are supposed to listen, and maybe love is blind, deaf, paralyzed, and dumb, but it was really sick.

Of course, my sister was another piece of work, she always came home late after a "study session" with her friends. Now dad is nice, very trusting, and Mom, well for all I knew she was taking her own sort of heroine, but tell me, when your daughter comes home at midnight or later in tattered clothing that something isn't off?

Okay.. Maybe that's a little harsh, they were family, and you know what they say… Blood is thicker than everything. And I was about to see that in action.

Didn't help I felt so lonely at home as I did at school, both my parents and my sisters didn't know a thing about me. Like I had tried out for every possible sport or club, and gotten voted off from my fellow classmates, how the teacher would tell me to stand outside for my body odor, and how the classmates would cheer when I did leave…. Anyway.. it was time to end it all.

So I did what any self-respecting teenager does as a cry for help ever since the school shootings… Ayep, play too many first person shooter games, numb the pain, then think it'd be good to invest in a gun to shoot everyone in class after being brainwashed that it was reality.

Hell, no one really cared online if you shot them, so why would they care in real life? In a life of no consequences, that was my reasoning as I beheld the terrified look on my classmates, with my gun barrel superimposed in my sights…. Ready, aim, fire!

Or so I thought, my sister stood in the way of me wasting my peers, standing like some sort of stupid hero with her arms out, and saying to not do it. Didn't she realize her incessant babbling as well as chipper demeanor was the reason I hated how she was so popular, how mom always stuck up for her, and dad doted on her? Fuck that, I was glad I was going to shoot her first then!

Not really though… you think about all the bad times, and then also remember all the good times, like when she gave you her share of cookies and said, "Gotta look out for you bro." And other sappy memories… Fuck, what was I doing with this gun?

Of course, lowering a weapon, and aiming to shoot it looked surprisingly similar as I went to turn on the safety, and *BANG* it went off as someone tackled me from behind. The next few moments were panicked screaming, gasping, but the worst part? My sister, reaching a hand out to me… unable to say anything except the rush of blood coming out of her mouth.

Bubbly and cheerful words? Why did I ever hate them so much as to come to this…. Why did I hate anything at all?

I ran away then… to some train tracks to lay down and join my sister in heaven up there. No one stopped me as I had a gun, and the police were notorious for their slow acting in this town.

I felt the tracks rumbling as the train approached, it was interesting, watching the thing speed closer and closer to me, yet everything seemed to slow down just before impact. I regretted killing my sister, I regretted that I hadn't made any friends, nor even thought of how distraught my parents would've been, and my life flashing before my eyes was just a mockery to my existence anyway…. Still, regret filled me, and I cried out for help too late….

Or did I? Even a bastard like me deserves another chance it seems.

The train was just inches from my face, when a hand grabbed me and jerked me from the tracks. Followed by hugging and sobbing by two figures. At first I was too dazed to see who it was, then I realized it was mom dressed in red-white spandex, and… Mom, dressed in red-white spandex.

After a lot of crying, berating, and yelling, she told me she was actually a superhero, how the original Triplicate Teresa, her, or the "superheroine", decided to stay with dad after fighting Dr. Demento. While it was bad luck dad had lost the use of his legs and some memory, Teresa… Least the one that got to stay home, was more than happy.

I then told her about how I killed my sister after hearing how heroic our family was… She deserved that much.

Mom… all she could do was stare at me for a long time, then hugged me, then told me she loved me…

The problem was, mom, all your love wouldn't make me feel any less guilty about what happened, and all I wanted to do was try to ease that guilt now… I wish my sister came back, I wish I had been the one that died… I wasn't a man at all for doing these horrible things.

That's when it happened I turned into my sister… Now I'm just a stupid brother trying to honor her dead sister's memory by moving away to Epitome City.

**+ Powers**

Powers

PL: 8 (Current Version) Max Attack/Dmg: +6/+10 Max Tough/Def: +12/+4
Abilities (34): STR: 10 (+0) DEX: 18 (+4) CON: 26 (+8) INT: 8 (-1) WIS: 20 (+5) CHA: 12 (+1)
Skills (13): Notice* [1d20+8+5], Sense Motive* [1d20+8+5], Acrobatics [1d20+1+6] Concentration [1d20+11+5], Knowledge (Pop Culture) [1d20+4-1], Knowledge (tech) [1d20+8-1], Bluff [1d20+12+1]

Feats (19): All out attack, Dodge Focus (4), Equipment 2 (Reinforced Jumpsuit 4 ep/4 toughness, Cellphone 1 ep, Video Camera 2 ep), Power attack, Luck 4, Second Chance (Concentration), Evasion 2, Teamwork 3, Distract

Combat (12+0): Attack +6 Defense 14 = +4 (0 base +4 feat, 2 flat-footed) Init +0

Saves (0+0+0+7):
Toughness [1d20+8+4] // Fortitude [1d20+8] // Reflex [1d20+0+4] // Will [1d20+7+5]

Powers (59):
(54+2 pp) Shape shift 6 (8 base, +1 Free Action) (30 pp to spend) Linked: Dimensional Pocket 1 (-2 Limited: Shapeshifted items making sense only in the current form can be pulled out and used/50 lbs of stuff only, +1 Action: Free, Quickchange Feat).
Leaping 4, Speed 3, Wallcrawling, Move by attack (9 pp)

Strike 10 (10 pp)
Strike 10, (-1 Side effect: Injured when used, +2 Autofire) (20 pp)

"Giant Form." Growth 8 (Huge) (20 pp) +16 str, +8 con, +10 ft movement, -2 atk/def, 10 ft reach, -8 stealth, +8 grapple, 15 ft space. // +8 strength (8 pp) = +12 unarmed, +2 atk, 12 def, 14 toughness. // Speed 2

"Turn into chain binding or similar on a target" - Elongation 5 (10 pp) (+1 Action: Standard to attack/elongate) // Snare 10 (20pp) (+0 engulf) // -8 dexterity (-8 pp) / Impervious 8 (8 pp) = DC 20 snare, helpless, + feedback, and impervious 8.

(3 pp) Anatomic Separation 1 (+1 Variable) (Usually used to remove his manhood and stow it in his backpack)

(5 pp) Immunity 5 (Disguise effects, -1 limited Half rank effectiveness).

Drawbacks ():

Cost: Abilities 34 + Skills 13 + Feats 17 + Powers 53 + Combat 10 + Saves 7 – Drawbacks 0 = 126 pp

Complications:
-Guilt: Feeling guilty about taking his sister's life, he tries his best to act out her dreams. Even becoming a cheerleader and actively engaging others.
-Enemies: Mom and dad being heroes, have made a lot of enemies, and EC is one of the hotbeds of villains wanting to make a hero's day harder, especially their daughter or son. Also, going public below has increased the frequency of magical girl attacks on her person.
-Public Status: Hart is public with both her powers and sidekick status, thinking it will save people. This comes with good and bad things as people easily recognize her, as well as try to hurt her.
-Sidekick: Hart believes that being a sidekick is better than being a hero currently, and actively seeks out mentors or similar to learn from rather than try to rely on her own power.
-Girlfriend Athena: Anything related to Athena could go here.

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