Ronnie Riot
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| Player: | |
| Origin: | Mutant |
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| Archetype: | Dominator |
| Security Level: | ' |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Ron Kalanov |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Human Mutant |
| Age: | 23 |
| Height: | ' |
| Weight: | ' |
| Eye Color: | ' |
| Hair Color: | ' |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | ' |
| Occupation: | Student, Part time EMT |
| Place of Birth: | ' |
| Base of Operations: | ' |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | ' |
| Known Powers | |
| Externalized emotion psionics | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Above average martial arts training | |
| Equipment | |
| Impervium spiked gloves and boots, purple sash from his dojo. | |
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Ron started out as a mutant Outcast teen with unusual psionic abilities, now reformed after leaving the gang in chaos. Some early criminal record.
He is a very calm - almost unnaturally calm person.
Negative emotions are usually expelled externally with his mutant ability, producing psychic, pyrokinetic, and telekinetic effects. Previously enrolled in Steel Canyon University, Paragon Gym, and meditation classes.
Hooks: Younger edge of the law super that might go bad, looking for martial arts training, meditation, psionic, or mutant support groups. Edit: He went bad.
Wanted for questioning for possible involvement in Rikti weapons usage and attack on LongBow forces. Powers used in attack fit his power on registry.
No psionic protection, interesting external psionic signature.
"I mean, it's a job... not my first choice admittedly."
Ronnie says offhand. The cops and security guards are now screaming and holding their heads, or attacking each other.
"Oh hang on a sec"
Ron holds a hand out towards a cop that turned his way with a shotgun, and the man crumples to the ground, a shimmering purple force around him pressing inwards.
"I can do a bit of telekinesis too, but I'm not very good at it. Can't move things, but it's great for crushing beer cans"
A cop begins shooting his patrol car while screaming "I hate cops!" and then turns the gun on a partner.
Ronnie makes a casual gesture of agreement in his direction.
"See, yeah. Not so much I hate cops, but society put me in this position. You make one mistake as a mutant with psi, they track you forever. I tried getting a legit job but.."
Ronnie's face shows intense anger, but then immediately calms as a shimmering vaguely humanoid form of telekinetic energy - anger - forms and with a wordless scream begins attacking.
"Yeah around my teens I began to be able to get rid of negative emotions. Push them onto other people, or form... things. Anger is pretty big these days. Worry is getting small. Guess I'm doing ok."
Ron roundhouse kicks two remaining cops.
"Guess we are done here!"