Bronze Fist
(bull with lightening powers meets china shop)
Real name: Phillip Foster
Age: 33
Race: Human
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 160
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Drk Brown
Strength: 39
Endurance: 36
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 13
Charisma: 7
Hit Points: 65
Power Potential: 96
Basic Hits: 4
Basic HtH: 2d8
Accuracy: +1
Damage Mod: +1
Healing Rate: 4.4
Movement Rate: 98
Carrying Capacity: 5,032
Detect Hidden: 6%
Inventing Points: 8
Success: 24%
Detect Danger: 11%
Powers
Heightened Endurance B
Heightened Strength B
Lightning Control
Willpower
Heightened Speed
Bio
The Beginning
Phillip Foster was at one point a simple construction worker. There was little about him that was above average. He worked for several years on the “Big Pipe” project in Portland, OR. It was during this project that a would-be fatal accident changed his life forever.
While test drilling for the “Big Pipe” project, Phillip’s crew hit what seemed like a gas pocket 30 feet below the surface. An explosion destroyed the digging equipment, and injured several of the workers. Phillip fell into the hole that had temporarily opened up. The following cave-in burried him deep under ground. Crews worked tirelesly for a week to dig him out, but he was burried too deep. He was pronounced dead exactly 7 days after the accident.
Phillip, however, had not died in the accident. He slid nearly 1/2 a mile into the earth, followed quickly by the debris and rubble that entoumbed him. He would have surely been crushed, had he not fallen through a crystaline chimney, landing hard in a small chamber below. He lay there for days, between life and death; his body badly broken. After a few days, he had managed to pull himself up, accidently triggering a long forgotten control panel.
The room filled with a soft blue light. Phillip was standing in a metal chamber -strange symbols adorned the walls. He was clinging to a display screen filled with a strange writing. Scattered about were the ancient remains of alien humanoids. Thinking of signaling the sruface, Phillip began trying to work the control panel. His body wracked with the jolt of electricity that surged through him. He had inadvertently triggered a genetic modification program. The aliens used the machine to alter their dna to suit the environment of any planet they wished to colonize or conquer.
Phillip awoke on the surface nearly two months after the accident. His memory was cloudy of what had happened to him. He knew, however, that he could manipulate electricity in a way that allowed him to energize his muscles; giving him great strength, endurance, and speed. He did, however, have still have great difficulty in controlling the sudden bursts of electricity that sprung from his body. He quickly hid in the wilderness of eastern Oregon while he honed his skills. Hidden away, Phillip discovered an old miner that helped him forge a suit of armor, made of leather and bronze, that helped channel back the dangerous bursts of electrical energy. The old miner began calling him by the nickname Bronze Fist .
Exactly one year after the night of the accident, Bronze Fist returned to Portland. Phillip was gone from him now. He could never return to his old life. He knew he must follow a new path -to protect the weak. He knew he must bring justice to the city. He is a tireless sentinel that willing places himself in the path of the evil and unjust.
GM's notes, Bronze Fist is aptly named as he leads with his fists in most encounters. He has ripped a bank vault door off it's hinges and thrown it at a bad guy in the first adventure. While following up a lead he ripped a metal security door off a building and used it to bash a hole in the floor instead of looking for stairs leading down (which the other characters found and beat him downstairs). I do believe he is having some anger management issues due to his inability to touch or be touched while his lightening control is not under his control. The armor he wears is mystically imbued to help keep his lightening from running wild all the time.
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Author
Heroic Portland
