Greywind

2) Retrocognition is a limited version of Clairsentience. Usable only to see the past. No Range usually indicates the same hex or reach. 3) Fast Draw can be used to reduce the ready time of a weapon from a half-phase to a zero-phase action. It can also get you the jump on someone. 4) A 1-point skill is a Familiarity. You can't use Skill levels to boost a familiarity. 1) Damage Shield is an advantage for a damaging attack that allows it to take effect when you are hit, doing damage to your attacker. 2) Resurrection is based on Healing. 3) +1 Overall is saying "+1 Overall Skill Level". I assume the Shadow Form is a form of Desolidification, which inherently can't affect the real world without the "Affects Physical World" advantage. Refer to the "No Range" explanation above.

Reduced END 1/2 or 0?

I would also add in "Can't be Stunned" to any such builds.

"Excuse me. What does God need with a starship?"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKo0GU-LeI8

The music was just a bit too loud. The bass sent out vibrations that could be felt through the soles of one's shoes, or boots in Jason's case. He stood leaning against a column, one foot up against the column, toe tapping to the beat of the music. He was looking down on the ballroom floor, watching his guests dance. “You never really did like to mingle. Always kept yourself isolated, drawing or painting, while everyone else had fun. I guess with the way you were raised, it was to be expected.” Jason brushed his long brown coat away to bare the long six-gun holstered on his hip. “Hello, Uncle Jordan. I don't mind mingling with friends and family, but these,” he waved his hand at the crowd below, “these parties tend to suck the energy right out of me. They always have.” “Planning on shooting me?” he joked. “You haven't called me 'uncle' in a while.” Jason shrugged. “Sorry.” He returned his attention to a figure in yellow and orange that was dancing with someone from Accounting. “I never really understood the whole point Mom had of the women being announced by who they were pretending to be at these things.” “All part of the fun, Jason. Then you spend time trying to figure out who is whom.” Jordan's gaze swept over the crowd to pick out a multi-colored floppy hat being worn by Warren, and the redheaded woman he was dancing with. “That hat makes him look like an idiot.” “Yeah, but he's on my crew,” Jason said with a smile when he returned his attention to Jordan. “Looks like some brothel's love seat got its covering stolen.” Smiling back, Jordan put put his right hand on the lapel of his red velvet long coat. “You don't like it?” Low, black, buckled boots were on his feet, with his calves covered in white hose. His red velvet breeches were tied just below his knees. The matching wide-brimmed, plumed hat rested upon ebony locks that hung below Jordan's shoulders. A silver hook took the place of his left hand. “Looks fine, Cap'n.” Jason looked back to the dance floor to pick out “Lady Pulsar”, as she had been introduced, and watched her dance. “How are you and Marlene getting on?” Jason watched the woman dance and smiled. “Just fine.” “How did she handle your disappearance?” Jason frowned and shot a glance at Jordan from the corner of his eye. Jordan was watching his wife dance with Warren. “Not so well.” Jordan tapped his chin with the hook. “Any idea who was behind Shyft taking your place?” “Not a clue, but I've got Bauer pretty high on my list of suspects.” Jason took a drink from a glass resting on the balcony railing. Jordan lay his hooked arm on the railing and leaned against it, looking down to watch the dancers. Jason set his glass aside and unconsciously mimicked the older man. “Have you figured out who is whom down there yet?” Jordan asked. “For the ones that matter the most, I have an unfair advantage.” Jason's finger pointed from one person to another as he called off their names. “Leah, dancing with Michaels. Fast dance. Hands off approach. Trese, dancing with...looks like Clay Stafford from Legal. Stacy is sitting on the sofa below us. Over there, Dani is dancing with Rob Layton. Aunt Emily is standing over by the window seat. Kate is there, dancing with...don't recognize him, but she's where Warren can keep an eye on her.” Jordan nodded his head. “She's a good kid. She's trying to come out of that shell she built for herself.” Jordan looked at Jason out of the corner of his eye. “Any news on the bombing?” Jason's hand rubbed at his jaw. “Black Jack. Captain Stone filled me in on what the investigators turned up. The bomb had Black Jack's signature all over it.” “You're thinking Bauer?” “I've got... Marlene has a detail going over copies of the records of that building. See if there's anything that was being worked on there that would give an indication as to why. Why leading to who might have reason to blow it to hell.” Jordan nodded in thought. “Where's Kris?” “Couldn't get free. Her night at the hospital.” The two men fell silent. Songs ended and began. Dance partners changed. “Did you ever follow up on what we discussed?' “I did.” “Did she give you an answer?” “She did.” “And?” Jason watched Marlene spin around and come back into her partner's arms. “We were going to have dinner with her parents, but the explosion pulled us back here.” “So no formal public announcement.” Cocking a smile at the older man, Jason said, “Have to get her father's blessing first.” “Old fashioned girl.” Jordan nodded to himself. “About some things,” Jason agreed. Slipping his hand inside his coat, Jordan pulled out a parchment envelope and held it out to Jason. “Brianna wanted me to give you this. Along with her regrets for not being here.” Jason took the envelope and tapped it against the knuckles of the hand laying on the railing. “What's she up to?” “Fashioning a suit.” Brow knit and lips pursed before Jason said, “Sewing?” Jordan gave a slight shake of his head. “Forging,” he said. “Ah.” Footsteps, hard against the parquet floor behind them, caught their attention. They both turned. “Please forgive my intrusion, gentlemen.” Jason gave the woman a smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Julia Frost, The Ice Queen.” Everything about Julia sparkled. Small gemstones, whether rhinestone or real couldn't be told, were spread across her bodice like seed pearl embroidery. Light glittered from her hosiery when she stepped, her leg appearing from a slit in her long skirt. Her shoes twinkled in reflected light. On her head was a tiara made to look like ice. Julia's face was pale. Her eyeshadow and lipstick was a silvery blue, giving the impression of cold. Her lashes and hair had the look of being covered with rime. Her ice blue eyes flashed brightly. She nodded to each in turn. “Jordan. Jason. No one has called me that in quite a while,” she said with a small laugh. “Why? Did you have them all killed?” Jason said with a look to indicate it was a joke. Julia quirked a slight smile at him. “Apparently I missed one. I was wondering if we could talk.” Jason shrugged. “What would you like to talk about?” Stepping closer, Julia said, “I was wondering if you gave any consideration to our meeting?” “Julia, we haven't had a meeting.” Her eyebrow shot up. “And if you want to discuss business, I'm afraid that you'll have to discuss it with Marlene Palmer.” “Why?” Jason reached for his glass. “It seems someone saw fit to abduct me and put someone in my place. Unsure of when such a thing occurred, Miss Palmer filed an injunction, keeping me locked out while the impact of my disappearance is investigated. If you and I had any meetings, Julia, it wasn't me you were meeting with. Any agreements made would be looked into.” “I see,” she said coldly.

Pg 150 of the 5th Ed DC book.

It becomes a story/plot point when someone else lifts it.

Mostly, I've found trying to upgrade some of the earlier characters as a major headache.

I'm more likely to look in Viper or Viper: Coils of the Serpent to see how the equipment looks than going all the way back to 1st.

Selective Fire, as I recall, allowed the weapon to be fired auto or single shot.

You obviously haven't been watching reality TV.

Honestly, if it's a corporation, and not part of some villain's set-up, there's no real reason that I can see that it needs to be stat-ed out. It's background.

Most of the powerful magic that could revive someone requires the body.

They have the memories. Being dead, they don't normally have a soul.

Indestructible does not inherently mean unique. It means that it can't generally be broken.

TWO COWS ~{Matthias Varga} SOCIALISM You have 2 cows. You give one to your neighbour COMMUNISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both and gives you some milk FASCISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both and sells you some milk NAZISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both and shoots you BUREAUCRATISM You have 2 cows. The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull. Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows. You sell them and retire on the income ROYAL BANK OF SCOTLAND (VENTURE) CAPITALISM You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States , leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public then buys your bull. SURREALISM You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons. AN AMERICAN CORPORATION You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead. A GREEK CORPORATION You have two cows. You borrow lots of euros to build barns, milking sheds, hay stores, feed sheds, dairies, cold stores, abattoir, cheese unit and packing sheds. You still only have two cows. A FRENCH CORPORATION You have two cows. You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows. A JAPANESE CORPORATION You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create a clever cow cartoon image called a Cowkimona and market it worldwide. AN ITALIAN CORPORATION You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You decide to have lunch. A SWISS CORPORATION You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you. You charge the owners for storing them. A CHINESE CORPORATION You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity. You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation. AN INDIAN CORPORATION You have two cows. You worship them. A BRITISH CORPORATION You have two cows. Both are mad. AN IRAQI CORPORATION Everyone thinks you have lots of cows. You tell them that you have none. No-one believes you, so they bomb the ** out of you and invade your country. You still have no cows, but at least you are now a Democracy. AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION You have two cows. Business seems pretty good. You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate. A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION You have two cows. The one on the left looks very attractive...

"Noooo! Not ze manacles!"

Which is why I don't believe trying to build templates and then shoehorn in the characters to try to fit them. You end up losing granularity and nuances of specific characters by trying to get them to conform.