Artbreaker

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Artbreaker
Player: @Belah Nain
Origin:	Magic
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 money 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 either. When high school gave way to University, Sam ended up falling in with more delinquent gangs on Saint Martial, spending 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, then aimed for Sam's head and 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 carried them to the nearest clinic before collapsing from exhaustion and shrinking back down to her normal size. Despite her depleted state, she refused 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(?)

"Such an unfortunate man, having most of his gunpowder decompose like it did. Wouldn't you agree?"

Upon exiting the hospital, Sam was greeted by a woman even larger than she'd been, who offered her a comfortable car to ride in, a clean change of clothes, several hours to rest and several more to think.

Introducing herself as Belah Nain, the woman laid out the facts: She'd had Sam under observation for quite a while now, absolutely loved her style, and, had lent a little bit of a helping hand to her friends last night in the form of "entropic amplification". She offered Sam a deal: Handing her a business card, she asked that Sam consider looking her up someday, and that if she kept on her current course of activities, she'd give Sam a portion of her own power. Explaining that in simple terms, she was a kind of demolition demon who lived and thrived off of destruction, vandalism, and nonlethal chaos. No souls involved, nothing worse than what she was already doing.

After some consideration, Sam accepted, and agreed that given the risks involved, would probably be better off as a solo act from now on.

The two continued brainstorming ideas and plans for the rest of the day, and well into the night, before parting ways with a handshake and a hug.