Gilgamesh Invictus Crusoe
Gilgamesh Invictus Crusoe – PL 10
Strength 12, Stamina -, Agility 0, Dexterity 0, Fighting 6, Intellect 0, Awareness 4, Presence 4
Accurate Attack, Close Attack 2, Improved Grab
Investigation 10 (10), Persuasion 8 (12 Toughness; Impervious)
Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 7 (Traits: Will 9), Advantages: Close Attack 2)
Enhanced Trait: Enhanced Trait 8 (Traits: Dodge 6), Parry 8))
Fast Healing: Regeneration 2 (Every 5 rounds)
Immortality: Immortality 5 (Return after 1 day)
Immunity: Immunity 5 (Emotion Effects)
Super Strength: Enhanced Strength 4 (+4 STR)
Unliving: Immunity 38 (Aging, Critical Hits, Fortitude Effects, Sensory Affliction Effects)
Grab, +8 (DC Spec 22)
Throw, +0 (DC 27)
Unarmed, +8 (DC 27)
Motivation: Doing Good
Dodge 6/0, Parry 8/6, Fortitude Immune, Toughness 12, Will 9/4
Abilities 34 + Powers 102 + Advantages 2 + Skills 12 (24 ranks) + Defenses 0 = 150
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I swam across the atlantic ocean in the 20’s. I had to wiggle out of a couple shark mouths, but other than that, it was just a very boring journey. I’ll bet you’ve never heard anyone say that before, huh?
I shouldn’t say I was bored by the swim actually. It gave me time to think. I’ve always liked the time to think. It feels… extravagant somehow. Of course the reasons for my crossing the Atlantic take a bit longer to explain, and much like the chicken crossing the road, it is at once very simple, and very complicated. I’ll start from what I remember.
I have dreams. Dreams of a life before all of this. It’s segmented and fuzzy, but it’s all I have of my origin. I was part of a survey crew once. An archeologist, your species would call it. Somewhere closer to the center of the milky way, I found out recently, but I need a lot more data before I can narrow it down. And a lot more than that before I can find my way back. All I can seem to drum up are more questions. Why am I here? Who attacked our survey ship out in the deep black? How is it that I can survive the destruction of my life pod during crash landing on this rock? How did I live through the eons of space travel with no food and no life support? If you could even call what I am alive anymore? I can go on for a while, but with no answers, the questions start to circle around and around, going nowhere.
So what I did, after finding my sense of purpose once again, thanks to some friendly natives, and some not so friendly ones as well, was pick myself up and head towards the center of this planet. The big easy. The city of questions. What better place for a man with no answers?
I found that I am actually very good at solving other peoples problems. Unlike my own, they seem to follow patterns of logic and science. So I’m a gumshoe. It gives me some peace to solve problems, however miniscule and trite they may be. Mostly lost pets or cheating lovers. Sometimes the lost child. They’re the best cases. The kids, unlike their philandering creators, are actually worth something. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I can help them out. Man is a funny race, but I get the feeling they’re not so different than my own race, and you’ve kind of grown on me. Plus: What’s life without a sense of purpose? There I go with the questions again.
I was young (as I count my life now from the time of my impact) when I studied local history and mythology. I didn’t really understand the concept of “cool” when I chose my name. So I sit before you, Gilgamesh Invictus Crusoe. Three names that one of those new “DJ’s” will never use as a moniker. Indestructible? Maybe. Immortal? So far. The thing is, I’ve got this new-fangled sense of purpose and drive to protect these kids who call themselves “man”.
So here’s my question mr. Mayor: Is there even such a thing as a hero licence? If not, maybe you could make a special case for me? Anyway, you’ve got my card, and you can bill me for the door. Sorry about that, but sometimes I don’t know my own strength.