Brian's Hero


Nullspace – PL 10

Strength 0, Stamina 3, Agility 3, Dexterity 3, Fighting 3, Intellect 0, Awareness 2, Presence 3

Daze (Intimidation), Fearless, Startle, Taunt

Acrobatics 4 (7), Athletics 4 (4), Expertise: Pop Culture 4 (4), Intimidation 7 (10), Perception 4 (6), Ranged Combat: Energy Control 5 (8)

Dark Energy Attacks: Immunity 5 (Damage Effect: Dark Energy)
Darkness “Nullspace”
   Energy Blast: Blast 12 (DC 27)
   Energy Manipulation: Deflect 12 (Redirection, Reflect; Limited: Energy Attacks Only)
   Energy Weapon: Damage 12 (DC 27; Penetrating)
   Obscure: Cloud Area Concealment 4 (All Visual Senses; Cloud Area: 15 feet radius sphere)
   Telekinesis: Move Object 12 (100 tons)
Flight: Flight 7 (Speed: 250 miles/hour, 0.5 miles/round)
Force Field: Force Field 10 (+10 Toughness; Impervious, Sustained)
Senses: Senses 1 (Awareness: Darkness Energy)
Transmit “Shadow Walk”: Teleport 14 (60 miles in a move action, carrying 50 lbs.; Medium: Darkness)

Initiative +3
Energy Blast: Blast 12, +3 (DC 27)
Energy Weapon: Damage 12, +3 (DC 27)
Grab, +3 (DC Spec 10)
Telekinesis: Move Object 12, +3 (DC 22)
Throw, +3 (DC 15)
Unarmed, +3 (DC 15)

Native Language

Dodge 7, Parry 4, Fortitude 8, Toughness 13, Will 8

Power Points
Abilities 34 + Powers 82 + Advantages 4 + Skills 14 (28 ranks) + Defenses 16 = 150

Validation: Complications: At least 2 Complications are required; Darkness “Nullspace” – Energy Manipulation: Deflect 12: Too many ranks – limited to 7 ranks by Power

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When I was a kid, life was good. My parents had money. I had connections. I could get anything. Thats saying alot since I grew up in Newark. Now its a bit different.

I remember when I was a kid the Arklight Corporation came in to clean up the city. I really don’t remember the details too much. I just knew life got even better. I didn’t know how good I had it of course. I just knew the other kids in my school let me do whatever I wanted. Good grades, girls, sports… you name it, I could get it. I never really thought about where all my good fortune came from until I was 13.

I interrupted my pop one day while he was doing some “business”. He was yelling at some kid about selling blow on his turf. I saw him cut off the guys fingers right there one at a time until the guy passed out. He then shot him square in the head. His friend started talking real quick then. Gave him all the details my pop seemed to need.

That day is when I realized that something is a little off about me. Any normal kid would have been scared. Me? I felt nothing. I mean, I felt bad for the kid and all, but I mean I felt no fear. I figured that I probably should have. I realized then that this thing people call fear I’ve never felt. Ever. I’ll get back to that later.

I asked my dad about the kid. He was shocked and furious. See, he didn’t want that life for me. I was supposed to be brought up outside the crap that goes on in this shit hole. I never talked to my dad about his work again. I learned in time that although he is probably considered a criminal in most parts of the country, here he was law and order. Did he make money as part of the mob? Yeah… hell, here thats like collecting taxes. But he never let the really bad shit happen on his watch. Guys like him is what allowed ordinary civilians to do their job and work. Did they pay protection money? Yeah, but like I said… taxes.

Anyway, that all started to fall apart when these outsiders came in. I don’t know what was going on too much. I was just a kid. I just know my family always had a few guidos near by to watch our backs. Things were getting uglier and uglier I suppose but I just enjoyed life and played lots of sports. Yep, I was the typical football jock with mobster parents.

So when I graduated high school my pop pulled some strings and got me into a college outside of the city up in Philly. Tech school. Honestly I don’t know what he was thinking. I almost wonder now if he actually thought all those teachers gave me good grades because I actually was smart and wasn’t just scared of him. This was the first time ever that my teachers actually gave me real grades. My first year was real bad. My pop must have kept pullin strings though cause I got a waiver to keep trying.

I figured hell, I gotta do something here. So I tried to get on the good side of one of my science profs. Some egghead physicist working on … whatever. I just know I needed some serious help if I was going to pass anything. So I volunteered to work for him for free if he would help me out with my classes. He was doubtful, but there was a gleam in his eye that any sane person would have said fuck this guy i’m outa here. But no, my fearless self said, sure I’ll do anything I really don’t care as long as I pass.

With this guy’s help (and his graduate students that I gave money) I managed to squeeze by my third semester with a 2.25 GPA. My job you might ask? Lab rat. I think he liked the idea that there was no way in hell I’d rat on him considering my background and that he could get a human guinea pig no questions asked.

This guy was trying to rip open a door in space to somewhere else and travel there. I didn’t really know that at the time… but if I did… yeah, I’d do it anyway. Fuck it.

Eventually he succeeded. Me first (lab rat remember) then him. Thats when it all got real weird real quick.

Where I went, I really have no idea. That kind of stuff is so far over my head, I don’t even try to explain it. Ask Gilgamesh or one of the others… they always got answers I don’t. Anyway, I honestly thought I was dreaming when I first went there. I thought I must have been knocked unconscious by the experiment and I was in a really shitty dream.

A nightmare is probably what most people would have called it. The place was madness, dark and unexplainable. I really do not have the words to explain it well. I’ve tried to piece it together in my head but its too hard. All I can say that is that things like sight and sounds and thought all blur together. Asking what the place looks like is like asking what does a song smell like. Yeah… that took me a while to come up with, but honestly, its the best I got.

Part 1 of a transcript of an interview with Vincent Dellucci, aka Nullspace.

One thing that I am certain of though is that I was definitely not alone there. The place is inhabited by… hell I don’t know…things. I got the impression that they we extremely excited to find me there. It was then that I felt it. Not very much, just a little tickle in the back of my head. The tiniest amount of fear. It was such a curious sensation that I really wanted to find more. So I tried really find these things, getting as close as I could. I lost it though. The fear, not the things. They were really interested in me.

When I was a kid I learned that if I had a crappy dream and knew it was a dream, I could change it with a thought. So I tried that here. And it sorta worked. These things obeyed me. I could get them to do things. Some of them anyway. I think some were angry at me and the ones that obeyed me.

I have no idea how much time passed before professor loony showed up. I suppose he didn’t used to be crazy though. That happened pretty quickly enough when he arrived though. I think these things feed on fear because man did they feast on the professors. When I stepped in to save him thats when some real problems started there. Some obeyed, some couldn’t resist. So they fought. I think I started one hell of a war there. I really don’t know because not long after the guy in tights and a cape came in pulled us out and sealed up the way in.


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