Artbreaker
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| Artbreaker | |
| Player: @Belah Nain | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Security Level: | Rising |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Samantha "Sam" Dorset |
| Known Aliases: | Artbreaker, The Cleaner, The Maid of Malice, The Housekeeper from Hell |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Unknown |
| Height: | Variable |
| Weight: | Variable |
| Eye Color: | Variable |
| Hair Color: | Variable |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Rogue Isles Citizen |
| Occupation: | Professional Vandal, Professional Pole Dancer |
| Place of Birth: | Saint Martial, Rogue Isles |
| Base of Operations: | Saint Martial |
| Marital Status: | HA! |
| Known Relatives: | None |
| Known Powers | |
| Superhuman strength, size/mass shifting, empathic sustenance, entropic aura | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Superb physical dexterity and damage resistance, strength increases in proportion to situation | |
| Equipment | |
| Magically-enhanced staff that can transform into a variety of shapes | |
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Little Miss Homewrecker
From a very young age, Sam Dorset learned that life is cheap, power is currency, and property is how you keep score in the Rogue Isles. Growing up in a minor family affiliated with The Family, Sam didn't really want for anything, but didn't care much for the cutthroat games of power. Falling in with more delinquent gangs on Saint Martial, she and her friends would spend their free time seeing what kind of trouble they could get into. Usually involving spray paint, cinderblocks, hammers, and baseball bats, they would break into new construction homes and trash them whenever they could. One of these parties went bad when the owner, a well-placed Consigliere, arrived unexpectedly to make sure his new home was safe. Pulling his gun, he shot two of her friends on the spot, and aiming for Sam's head, pulled the trigger.
The bullet bounced off her chest instead.
The shock, stress, and exertion had triggered what Rogue Isles Police called "An Origin", and Sam now towered. Fully two feet taller than she had been a moment ago, and a quarter-ton heavier, Sam's first panicked swing put the mob Lieutenant through an exterior wall and deposited him in a comatose heap on the other side of the street. Quickly grabbing her wounded friends, she spent the rest of the night with them at the hospital in Saint Martial; refusing to move until she knew if they would be okay. Fortunately, both pulled through, and she prepared for what she was expecting to be "an epic shitstorm".
A Guardian Angel(?)
Upon exiting the hospital, Sam was greeted by a woman even larger than she was, who offered her a comfortable car to ride in, a clean change of clothes, a few hours to think, and if she wanted, profitable employment with generous benefits.
Introducing herself as Belah Nain, the woman laid out the facts: She'd had Sam under observation for quite a while now, loved her style, and, had lent a little bit of a helping hand to her friends last night: