Bit of tabletop gaming fun!
So, this is my character for a Savage Worlds superhero game a friend of mine is starting.
Sci-fi geek and inventor who lives in and works out of an old garage in Santa Vaca, California. Keith has a “day job” writing articles for the online tech magazine Machina, having minored in journalism in college. The pay isn't terrific, but it does give him plenty of time to work on making science fiction real. Also for his new hobby of superheroing.
It's possible that Keith heard one too many of his high school friend “Booster” Chin's motivational seminars. Not that superheroing was a hobby Keith had planned on.
One day, while heading home from testing deflector shield technology at a disused athletic field, he happened across an armored car robbery in progress. The robber was a man clad in something that appeared to be, but definitely wasn't, spandex (that the guards' bullets bounced off was a dead giveaway there), who had apparently caused the armored car to crash into a large wall of...nothing. And was now blasting it with more...nothing...in an attempt to get at its contents.
Finding he had no cell signal, and realizing that the man's attempts to break open the armored car were likely to kill the guards, Keith powered up his shield and intervened. He realized the laws of physics were against him a second before using the shield to rebound the man's...whatever it was...attack. On the one hand, it worked admirably. The man wasn't shielded against his own power and was knocked out. On the other hand, physics.
Caroming backwards off a tipped over armored car proved not particularly healthy for an unarmored person, but at least Keith's cell phone had started working again. Though whether he actually managed to call 911 before passing out or whether it was the guard's calls that brought law enforcement and useful things like ambulances is another question.
A broken wrist, several broken ribs, a concussion, and a truly spectacular collection of bruises (not to mention that very polite, slightly scary government men confiscated the deflector shield prototype) should have put Keith off of superheroing.
It didn't.
If one perfectly ordinary man could stand up to a supervillain with nothing more than a deflector shield, then the possibilities were endless. Drawing on his love of science fiction as well as his engineering know-how, he determined to be both inventor of useful gadgets for the general populous, and part-time superhero. Though he did make a note to work out some sort of shock absorption for the next deflector shield he built.
(Yeah, yeah, as usual I've made the comic relief/sensible guy. Okay...maybe not that sensible. >.> Still, the drawing came out not-too-bad, even if I can't quite figure out shading...or hands...or drawing whole people...)
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Sci-fi geek and inventor who lives in and works out of an old garage in Santa Vaca, California. Keith has a “day job” writing articles for the online tech magazine Machina, having minored in journalism in college. The pay isn't terrific, but it does give him plenty of time to work on making science fiction real. Also for his new hobby of superheroing.
It's possible that Keith heard one too many of his high school friend “Booster” Chin's motivational seminars. Not that superheroing was a hobby Keith had planned on.
One day, while heading home from testing deflector shield technology at a disused athletic field, he happened across an armored car robbery in progress. The robber was a man clad in something that appeared to be, but definitely wasn't, spandex (that the guards' bullets bounced off was a dead giveaway there), who had apparently caused the armored car to crash into a large wall of...nothing. And was now blasting it with more...nothing...in an attempt to get at its contents.
Finding he had no cell signal, and realizing that the man's attempts to break open the armored car were likely to kill the guards, Keith powered up his shield and intervened. He realized the laws of physics were against him a second before using the shield to rebound the man's...whatever it was...attack. On the one hand, it worked admirably. The man wasn't shielded against his own power and was knocked out. On the other hand, physics.
Caroming backwards off a tipped over armored car proved not particularly healthy for an unarmored person, but at least Keith's cell phone had started working again. Though whether he actually managed to call 911 before passing out or whether it was the guard's calls that brought law enforcement and useful things like ambulances is another question.
A broken wrist, several broken ribs, a concussion, and a truly spectacular collection of bruises (not to mention that very polite, slightly scary government men confiscated the deflector shield prototype) should have put Keith off of superheroing.
It didn't.
If one perfectly ordinary man could stand up to a supervillain with nothing more than a deflector shield, then the possibilities were endless. Drawing on his love of science fiction as well as his engineering know-how, he determined to be both inventor of useful gadgets for the general populous, and part-time superhero. Though he did make a note to work out some sort of shock absorption for the next deflector shield he built.
(Yeah, yeah, as usual I've made the comic relief/sensible guy. Okay...maybe not that sensible. >.> Still, the drawing came out not-too-bad, even if I can't quite figure out shading...or hands...or drawing whole people...)
This entry was originally posted at http://smurasaki.dreamwidth.org/127258.html.