Character concept

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Just received this from the GM.

Hmmm...







"You have been a great disappointment to me... what are you calling yourself, these days?" Loki turned with a casually calculated turn, her long
fingers brushing up against her wayward scion's shoulders. She felt their muscles clench involuntarily... Anger? Fear? Lust? Perhaps some mix of all
three, she concluded, and smiled her sly smile.








"Billy."








"Billy Scorncrow," How... pedestrian. Useful, I suppose - a name that men and women will answer to. Ah well." She came around to her
daughter's view.








"Billy Scorncrow. Son and daughter to some long-forgotten fjord maiden. You ought to have inherited little more than a penchant for theft and stealth,
and a bit of long life and prowess. How it is thou art the most gifted of my remaining scions - those not killed in the final Ragnarok - is beyond even my
kenning. Perhaps the Norns could tell us - were I to ask them. But in truth it matters not - nigh unto ageless and mighty art thou, rivaling even some gods
in prowess and stature, and you squander it on petty tricks and foolery."








"I stole the Valkyrie's wolves from them!"








"Yes, yes you did. And a marvelous piece of... bargaining... that was. Although... your habit of giving them back if only they ask does blunt it
somewhat, no? And... to steal a phrase the Midgarders use 'what have ye done for me recently, then?' What skalds speak your name, in these modern
times? What stories do they tell of the Scorncrow's deeds, in Midgard or in Asgard? You play petty tricks, wandering the line between good and evil,
and never do you commit."








"You have aided the Asgardians! You aid them now!"








"Indeed I do. Because it suits my purpose. You, it seems, have none."








"I have..."




"SILENCE!"








"You would seek to fool the Trickster God?! A mighty tale indeed, but such a feeble attempt, and so poorly set up. I have watched thee,
whelp, for nigh unto a century. In all that time, little worthy of note have you done. Not for lack of opportunity, nor for lack of ability, but merely
lack of motivation. You have become, as the Midgards would say it, a slacker."








"And so it is that we have come to this. But I need a proper... ahh. What was the name of that bow you carried? The one at Agincourt, in
Midgard?"








"Eihwaz."








"Ahh. Naming a bow made of Yew after the tree that created it. Also potential, and the Great Tree, Yggdrasil. Fitting, in more ways than you now know
- but soon will." Loki looked at his child, wrapped in the remnants of the great chains that bore the Fenris-wolf to the ground - supple and fine as
silken cords, yet even Thor Skyfather would have been unable to sunder them - and smiled her smile again. "Don't go anywhere..." And with
that, she disappeared.








Moments later, Billy heard a sound behind her, and struggled to see what it was, what new terror her... mother... had fated her with. To his surprise, he
found no great beast or demon, but rather Freya, most beautiful of the Vanir, and lady mistress of the Valkyrie, manifesting as she removed the tarnhelm
from her head. She raised a finger to her lips, motioning silence.








"Your father's plans. I know them - he was boasting of them earlier, and Amora overheard. She gave them to me, for she owes me a favor - and you
have been kind to my Valkyrie, and so now you shall owe me. We must work quickly. I cannot completely undo what he will do - but I can see to it that some
small measure of his work is for naught. She thinks herself mightiest of spellweavers in Asgard, and her prowess is great indeed. But mine
is the Seidr, the women's magics, and if they are subtle, they are still powerful."








She begins to chant in the speech of the Norns, a low sound that he can barely follow. As she does, he feels power drained from him. "What are you
doing?!? Seek you to slay me before my father might?" She ignores him, and the draining continues - but he realizes that she is taking only the
smallest bit of his magics from him, leaving the greater part whole. Finally, the spell completes, and she opens her hand, in which is an ancient pocket
watch.








"Greater than that, I dare not take, nor leave it encysted within you, for Loki would discover such. I shall hold onto this, and return it to you in
short order. I can say no more. Trust, however, that despite your heritage, you have friends, and perhaps even allies, in the courts of Thor. Speak not of
this, nor even think of it, until we can speak again. And now, I go, before he returns." With that, she retrieves the tarnhelm, places it upon her
brow, and vanishes.








Soon, Loki returns, a great yew bow in one hand. "With this bow, you stood at Agincourt, and made history in two ways - by slaying the greater part of
the Chivalry of France, and beginning the end of their long dominance of the battlefield - in myth, anyways, if not in reality - and by promulgating that
wretched symbol of defiance. Rather clever, that one, actually. The last of thy great accomplishments. Everything since has been... haphazard, at best. So
in this I shall invest your might, just as my father did to Thor, some forty Midgard years ago. Never let it be said that I don't steal from the
best."








"And then what?" Trepidation crept into his voice, but also relief. At least he wasn't actually doomed.








"And then? I send thee to Midgard, and thou shalt make thy mark upon history, or thou shalt flounder and die as any mortal might. When I have judged
thee worthy I shall... no. No, that would be unworthy of my reputation. Make thy mark upon Midgard, and seekest thou also to return Eihwaz
to thy grasp. If the one you achieve, the second will be surely yours."








"How?"








"How dost thou leave thy mark? If thou knowest not by... never mind. In whatever way thou wilt. It matters not to me whether thou art hero or villain,
ruler or vizier, warrior, artisan, or merchant - so long as thou art remembered. No child of mine - no child with any talent, perhaps - should be as
unrecognized as thou art. There are scullery maids of Asgard who are spoken of with greater reverence than thou art!"








Loki's spell was far shorter, and far more brutal. Its effects all the greater. When it was done, Loki gestured with one hand, and the remnants of
Gleipnir fell away. A further gesture, and Eihwaz vanished. "And now I banish you to Midgard. Step not upon the Rainbow Bridge until you have regained
some measure of majesty - or your bow - for its power is not meant for mortals, and now mortal you be."








"I would request a boon, since great harm have you done me this day."








"You may ask. I may - or may not - grant any such boon."








"Give me a sign. A place in Midgard to begin my questing."








"My dear child.... whatever gave you the idea I placed your bow in Midgard?" Loki's laughter was the last thing you heard as Asgard faded
from view, and your spirit from consciousness.








You awaken sore and naked on a hotel bed, the phone ringing. "Hello?" "Good morning. This is your Noon wakeup call. You have had two
deliveries over the night. I took the liberty of signing for them. Shall I have them sent up?" "Yes. And... breakfast. I can has... Get me a
half-pound cheeseburger, a side tray of fixings. French fries, umm... you have boneless wings? Yes. Hot as they come. And two Tuborg lagers. As quickly as
possible. What? Oh, rare, of course."








A few minutes later, the room door chimes. The bellhop is... nonplussed... when you pad naked to it, sign for the packages - one a Fed Ex box, the other a
sealed case of the type typically used to move cameras or other electronics around in - and rolls the cart of food in without paying too
much attention to you.








As you munch on fries, a hunch pushes you to open the FedEx box first. Inside, as you expect, is a small jewelry box, of a sort little seen today - a
puzzle box of yew and ash. Someone less clever might spend days or weeks trying to open it, for beyond its construction is dwarfen magic. Inside is a small
note that says only "As I have sworn, so have I delivered. With this time piece, you have some measure of your old powers. Lose it at your peril. More
help I cannot give you at this time. Know that the Valkyrie are, if not your friends or your allies, precisely, indebted to you." and a pocket watch
that would appear - at first glance - to be made of the finest silver, but you know the metal bears as little relation to silver as the apple slices that
act as garnish on your tray do to the golden fruits Idunn safeguards.








You open the watch, and feel the power flow back into you - just a trickle, barely even useful... by your old standards, anyways - but... enough.








"So you don't care how I make my mark, then, father? So be it. To annoy the hell out of you... I think it's Big Damn Hero time. Now what's
in this case...."








Here's the deal. Even a low-powered Asgardian doesn't - quite - fit into a PL6 game - at least not and be able to chew bubble gum at the same
time (they military press 20 - 30 tons, bounce rifle bullets without harm, have superhuman vitality, immune to all Midgard diseases and poisons, etc.
etc.). The son/daughter of Loki... even with a mortal, that can be a pretty potent combination, and it does sorta break the "nobody tied directly off
of the Big Damn Heroes/Villains" rule - but that's cool, because this could be neato.








So make up Billy as PL12 (as a normal super - 180 points) character whose been around the block a while, but hasn't been active recently (no
Reputation - that's the whole problem, from Loki's eyes), then do a PL5 super-agent (100 points - you may choose not to spend up
to 15 points of that for power reserve - I'll then spend those, but you might have more say in how they are spent) with no powers at all - you
can take feats (I would highly suggest Artificer and/or Ritualist, with the skills to back them up - check out Book of Magic for more details), skills,
abilities, etc. but no magic-fu. That represents the "non-Asgardian" Billy - sorta like Dr. Donald Blake was also Thor, this person is also
you... err... Billy.








I will then, looking at your character as built (and working off of the knowledge I have of the other characters) build up what you get from the watch
- some of that will be reasonably permanent (stat boosts), while other bits will be locked up in the watch, and accessible only when you have it with you.
I'll keep your initial concept in mind, while making sure they don't step on anyone else's schtick either. We'll work out any differences
of opinion, and Billy will be ready to start his/her adventuring career as a Big Damn Hero.








Sound fair?

--
Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.