Singularity
Identity: Savannah (Savvy) Armis Level: 2 (+1/-1) Side: Good Sex: Female Age: 24 Training: Agility Experience: 4909 Occupation: Student Researcher Powers: 4 Clearance: -
1. Armor A - 130 ADR. Repairs at 18.9/day. Roll bonus of 1/10 of ADR. Add Basic Hits to ADR when you level. 2. Enhanced Strength - +12 3. Enhanced Combat - + 4/hit 4. Gravitational Collapse - Spend up to endurance in movement to add to punching damage. Declare before rolling to hit.
Weight: 468 Basic Hits: 9.4 Agility Mod: Strength: 22 Meta: 19 Intelligence: 20 Endurance: 15 Agility: 16 Charisma: 15 Will: 13 Hit Mods: (1.8)x(1.8)x(1.3)x(1.3)x(1.1)= 6 Hits: 56 Healing: 3.8 Power: 84 Inventing: 2, 60% Movement: 51 Carrying: 2843 HTH: 1d10 Damage Mod: +3 Accuracy: +6
Det. Hidden: 16 Det. Danger: 20 Height: 5’1” Wealth: 8 Knowledge Areas: Manufacturing, Transportation, Tumbling, Martial Arts (+2 hit)
Funny, how things change.
A year ago, she had been the quiet, unassuming one in the lab. They were making progress in their nanotech research on cancer, and she was privately proud of all the effort the entire team had been putting in to make this work. Tucked into her corner lab bench, she had no problems keeping her head down and trying to solve the next challenge that came her way on the workstation, although she’d go out of her way to avoid the inevitable confrontations between the more volatile personalities in the lab. It was all for a good cause, they were all on the same side.
…Right?
The Outbreak did an excellent job of changing her mind.
When she finally woke up in the…hospital? Containment facility? …after the nanobots had gone rogue and infected the entire research team and God only knows who else, she no longer recognized the woman who inhabited her skin. Was it even skin anymore? Covered head to toe in a textured bluish-black metallic armor, she couldn’t be sure. Although she hadn’t changed in stature, she could feel the sheer heft of her movement now, all of her newfound capability compacted and condensed into an unfamiliar body. She had the unsettling feeling she understood what it felt like to be the core of a neutron star, the heart of a singularity.
That first day, she must have caused a small fortune in structural damage just trying to get away from herself.
Eventually, she learned to control the latent power packed into her petite frame, at least to the point where she wasn’t ripping doors off hinges by accident anymore, or smashing through a counter that she leaned on that was never meant to endure her weight. Eventually, she was able to face a mirror without immediately reducing it to shards around her fist, an action that had alarmingly little effect on her new skin. Interacting with people again, however…that’s going to take a whole new kind of armor. She sees shades of her initial reaction to herself behind the eyes of almost everyone she meets, although some do a better job of holding it in than others. She’s started to develop an internal armor to combat that, the soft-spoken researcher giving way to a blunter, rougher cadence that shields her from those attitudes and turns it around before it can hit home on her. Nicknames are assigned at will, another method to maintain that careful distance, trying to fit into her own skin by toughening to match.
That severe difference has made her acutely aware of the differences of others, however, especially those who did not gain these distinctions of their own will. It’s developed into one hell of a protective streak, not only for her fellow researchers impacted by the Outbreak but for anyone being harassed for something they can’t control. Here, suddenly, was something she was good at, something that could be of value. Would you fuck with something as immovable as the heart of a star if she were suddenly embodied and standing between you and your target? Thought not.
…Maybe things would be all right, after all.
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