Codename: SavantCodename: Savant
Name: Jon Doe
Age: 20's
Height 5'11”
Weight: 155 lb
Hair:Black w/White Forlock
Eyes: Silver
AbilitiesStr 1, Sta 1, Agl 1, Dex 1, Fgt 8, Int 1, Awe 2, Pre 1
PowerSubliminal Adaptive Reflex Interface(Variable 8: 40 points for Observed Advantages and Skills, Continuous, Free Action).
Advantages*Assessment, Eidetic Memory, Jack-of-all-Trades, Set Up, Skill Mastery(Insight), Teamwork.
Skills*Deception 8(+9), Insight 8(+10), Perception 4(+5), Persuasion 4(+5)
Offense*Initiative +1
Unarmed Combat +8 DC16
Defense*Dodge 8, Parry 8
Toughness 1
Fortitude 8
Will 8
Note: All Things marked with * will change with mimicry success
Abilities 32
Powers 80
Advantages 6
Skills 12
Defenses 20
ComplicationsBlank Slate/Memory Loss: Savant, or Jon Doe has no conscious memory of his life before he awoke on the table. He does not know who he was or what he did before he awoke.
Empathic Vampire: When mimicking, Jon often adapts the surface emotions of those his mimics...in battle this often results in a much more violent persona, especially from multiple subjects.
Hunted: Project Savant wants it's asset back. Who are and what is Project Savant? Jon has no idea.
Combat Form: When Savant's adrenalin pumps through his system, Jon's body undergoes a slight change. All bodyfat is instantly converted to provide quick energy burst, resulting in a leaning of jon's frame. As this happens, his veins pump a silver hued liquid that shows through his skin where the veins are close to the surface. And finally his eyes fill with a reflective silver glow.
OriginWalking through the smoking debris, two figures quietly examine the chaos about them. “ Tell me again...what happened? No...better yet, tell me why?” asked the taller of the two. Dressed in an obvious military uniform, the man displayed the ease of used to being obeyed...and obeyed quickly. The other of the unlikely pair is as different as one could be from the
“Army” man. Torn white lab coat haphazardly covering a rumpled and dirty suit, the man runs a hand through his disheveled hair to gain some composure before answering.
“What can I say? Other than it worked...it worked better than we ever thought it would...” the words trail off at the end to an almost whisper. Both turn to the right as they watch another pair of figures literally pull themselves out from underneath rubble. “What Dr....What worked? “ growled the General. “Project Savant General...Project Savant worked,” answered the Dr.
Clearly angry by this point, the General simply stops and turns on the still bewildered scientist. “And what the @#$%^%$^&*!! is Project Savant DR. AND Why is this facility trashed like it was hit with an EOD?”
Flinching from the roar of anger, the Dr. turns to answer the growling commander. “Project Savant, General, was the attempt to create a better learning interface capable of instructing at near instantaneous speeds...”
“A COMPUTER DID THIS?” shouts the General as his hand sweeps across the destruction.
“NO...A COMPUTER DID NOT DO THIS,” shouts back the scientist, having reached his tolerance for verbal abuse. “ Project Savant...or I should say Codename:Savant DID this. We did not design a computer. We ...were looking for a way that a subject could instantly learn what skills were need when they were needed.”
Suddenly tired, the Scientist reaches out and rights a chair. With exaggerated ease, the man lowers himself into the seat. “In order to simulate a blank slate, we took individuals that had been declared brain dead...individuals with no family and no connections.” taking his glasses off, the man starts to clean them with the edge of his labcoat. “ Many of the subjects we recruited came from your line of work General. Young men and women who sacrificed themselves for their country and paid the ultimate price. I believe that Savant was from
your branch of the services General....Anyway, we had hoped to get simple muscle reactions, nothing more...simple mechanics to tell us if we were on the right track. However, it seems we did our job too well...Savant not only learned the muscle exercises we were trying to relay, but also the entire database within the interface itself.”
“Honestly...it was amazing. The body was secured to table with only the right forearm free....the arm we were simply going to have sign hello...it all happened in a blur. The arm made the hello sign and then the subjects eyes snapped open. Quick as that, he simply wriggled the arm the rest of the way free and undid the straps in a blink...subdued the medical team in the next heartbeat and then got off the table and went straight to the door.”
With a sigh and a chuckle...a quiet mirthless chuckle, the Dr. continues, “ At this point, I thought it would be OK...the lock had a rotating random number generator built in. It required communication with the outside team to open the door. This was a 1316 bit encryption model...cutting edge stuff itself. He shouldn't have been able to have even started to figure it out...little alone just simply punch in the code and walk out. The guards never stood a chance...no one would have.”
The cold quiet tone was a distinct change from the previous yelling, “ What exactly are we dealing with here Dr.? What did you unleash?”
“Savant...I am calling him Savant. Savant has the ability to learn anything he needs from any source he needs at near instantaneous speeds. He needs to drive a car? He simply drives the car. He needs to fight four men? He simply fights like four men. Whatever skills he needs, he just absorbs from whatever source he can access...including something as simple as just watching. There is no problem he can't overcome....he will always have a solution...he will always have the answer...”
“Then that makes my job that much harder...”Turning away from the scientist, the General simply walks back into the facility.
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Six weeks later finds an egnimatic figure standing with a group of hopeful heroes. The call had went out for those brave eough and skilled enough to protect the Gulf Coast. The bright Florida sun beating down on all the applicants as the pale figure thought back on his life the last month and a half.
Jon, Jon Doe as he came to call himself had quickly realized he wasn't like other people once he left the horrible place. For one, he did not know who he was...nor what he was supposed to do. For the first few days, all Jon did was survive. But soon, Jon began to encounter people, and with people, Jon quickly began to...adapt. It was as if a switch had been thrown in his head. His mind quickly filled with knowledge and skills he had not had before. Knowledge that was vastly different from the ones at the bad place...less violent abilities. And with these new skills came a wider range of possibilities.
Restless andstill feeling a nagging need to move, Jon began to move south, using his new skills to get odd jobs. At first people were cautious around him and his slightly odd behaviour. But soon, Jon's abilities allowed him to adapt to the social situations almost as easily as his other skill did. Finally Jon began to feel less like a nobody and more like a person.
All that shattered just six days ago. They came out of nowhere...heavily armed and highly skilled. Armored in featureless uniforms, they attacked silently and with coordination. As they did, Jon sensed them coming...somehow. A glimpse of moevemnt, an errant noise...something alerted him. And suddenly, Jon felt those grim feelings again...feelings of anger and intent to harm. Shuddering with the intense emotional flow, Jon's body began to shift....his form slimmed down as fat was instantly burned, his veins burning with an inner heat...his eyes reflecting the inner turmoil within. Springing forward with a new purpose, The Savant vicsiously attacked the retrieval team.
They never had a chance.
Breathing heavily, Jon looked down at the bodies comatose at his feet. Slwoly, his body returned to it's previous state. They had come from the bad place. They had wanted to take him back. And Jon did not want that...ever. Sensing that this would not be ending, Jon looked up to see a flier posted on an alley wall. An advertisement for audtions for a group of heroes...Super Heroes. Now knowing that he was different, Jon wandered if these people could help him? Could they help him with the bad men? Could they tell him who he was and what he was supposed to do? Maybe...just maybe they could help.
Gulf Coast Guardians is good for me.
