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Horatio Washington
Cost Characteristic Value Roll Notes
5 STR 15 12- Lift: 200.0kg; HTH: 3d6; END: [1]
39 DEX 23 14- OCV: 8  DCV: 8
20 CON 20 13-
0 BODY 10 11-
5 INT 15 12- PER Roll: 12-
4 EGO 12 11- ECV: 4; Mental Defense: 0
8 PRE 18 13- PRE Attack: 3 1/2d6
4 COM 18 13-
3 PD 6   Total: 14 PD (8 rPD)
2 ED 6   Total: 14 ED (8 rED)
17 SPD 5   Phases: 3, 5, 8, 10, 12
0 REC 7   Running: 9" / 18"
0 END 40   Swimming: 2" / 4"
2 STUN 30  
Hustle | Summary
Real Name: Horatio Washington Hair Color: Black
Concept: Energy Projector Eye Color: Brown
Affiliation: Motown Madness Height & Weight: 5' 7" (1.71 m) / 110 lbs (50.00 kg)
Played By: Noah Thorp Nationality: American
Created By: Noah Thorp Place of Birth: Detroit, Michigan, USA
GM: KL Wilson Date of Birth: July 4, 1993
Cost Powers END
18 Trick Playing Cards: Multipower, 40-point reserve, (40 Active Points); all slots OAF (-1), Range Based On Strength (-1/4)
1u 1) Ace of Clubs: Entangle 2 1/2d6, 2 DEF, Area Of Effect (One Hex; +1/2) (37 Active Points); OAF (-1), 8 Charges (-1/2), Range Based On Strength (-1/4) [8]
1u 2) Ace of Hearts: Sight Group Flash 4 1/2d6, Personal Immunity (+1/4), Area Of Effect (One Hex; +1/2) (40 Active Points); OAF (-1), 8 Charges (-1/2), Range Based On Strength (-1/4) [8]
1u 3) Ace of Diamonds: Energy Blast 3 1/2d6, Area Of Effect (One Hex; +1/2), Double Knockback (+3/4) (40 Active Points); OAF (-1), 8 Charges (-1/2), Range Based On Strength (-1/4) [8]
1u 4) Ace of Spades: Darkness to Sight Group 4" radius (40 Active Points); OAF (-1), 8 Charges (-1/2), Range Based On Strength (-1/4) [8]
25 All In The Wrist: Find Weakness 12- with Trick Playing Cards 0
16 Reinforced Suit: Armor (8 PD/8 ED) (24 Active Points); OIF (-1/2) 0
15 Risk and Reward: Luck 3d6 0
6 Swift: Running +3" (9" total) 1
Cost Talents
6 Quick on the Draw: Lightning Reflexes: +3 DEX to act first with All Actions
12 Slick Character: Combat Luck (6 PD/6 ED)
4 Smokin' Hot: Attractive
27 Woah, My Hustle Sense Is Tingling: Danger Sense (immediate vicinity, out of combat, Function as a Sense) 12-
Cost Martial Arts
Maneuver Phase OCV DCV Notes
37 Dirty Infighting
Block/Chin Block 1/2 +2 +2 Block, Abort
Disarm 1/2 -1 +1 Disarm; 35 STR to Disarm
Eye Gouge 1/2 -1 -1 Flash 6d6
Kidney Blow 1/2 -2 +0 HKA 2d6
Low Blow 1/2 -1 +1 3d6 NND
Punch/Backhand Strike 1/2 +0 +2 7d6 Strike
Roundhouse/Two-Fisted Smash 1/2 -2 +1 9d6 Strike
+2 HTH Damage Class(es)
Cost Skills
9 +3 with Trick Cards
3 Acting 13-
3 Bribery 13-
3 Concealment 12-
3 Contortionist 14-
3 Conversation 13-
3 Disguise 12-
0 Everyman Skills
AK: Detriot, Michigan, USA 11-
Acting 8-
Climbing 8-
Concealment 8-
Conversation 8-
Deduction 8-
Language: English (Idiomatic, native accent)
[Notes: Native Language]
PS: Gambler 11-
Paramedics 8-
Persuasion 8-
Shadowing 8-
Stealth 8-
TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles
[Notes: Custom Mod is Everyman Skill]
3 Fast Draw 14-
8 Gambling (Card Games) 15-
1 High Society 8-
3 KS: Card Counting 12-
2 KS: Detroit Underworld 11-
3 Lockpicking 14-
3 Persuasion 13-
3 Seduction 13-
7 Sleight Of Hand 16-
3 Stealth 14-
7 Streetwise 15-
1 WF: Cards
175+ Disadvantages
10 Dependent NPC: Jive (sister) 11-
15 Hunted: DPD 8-
15 Hunted: Leoni Crime Syndicate 8-
15 Hunted: Mystery 8-
15 Psychological Limitation: Reluctant to Kill
15 Psychological Limitation: Must Overcome Failure To Protect Jive
10 Psychological Limitation: Outrageous Flirt
15 Psychological Limitation: Street Loyal
15 Psychological Limitation: Thrill Seeker
10 Reputation: Ladies Man, 11-
10 Social Limitation: Not Completely Trusted by Public or Media
10 Social Limitation: Owes a Favor
20 Social Limitation: Secret Identity
0 Experience Points
Hustle | Points Summary
Characteristics Cost: 109 Base Points: 175
Powers Cost: 84 Disadvantages: 175
Talents Cost: 49 Total Experience: 0
Perks Cost: 0 Spent Experience: 0
Martial Arts Cost: 37 Unspent Experience: 0
Skills Cost: 71 Total Points: 350

The doors to the elevator quietly opened at the penthouse level of the Irongate Plaza and Horatio Washington and his Jasmine stepped out. The siblings were known on the street as Hustle and Jive. Normally the pair would never be allowed in this hotel let alone on the penthouse level if it wasn't for money and a little bit of street cred. Horatio wasn't known as Hustle for nothing. He was possibly the best card shark there was in Detroit. Tonight in the Irongate the powers that be in the city were gathering for a night of poker, and all it took was a large wad of cash to be admitted.

Horatio paused a little and straightened his cuffs, while Jasmine adjusted the off the shoulder purple satin dress she was wearing to better show off the ample assets that God had given her.

“Sister dear, I just know that tonight will be the night. I feel it in my bones. There's whole lotta money in that suite just waiting, and Hustle and Jive are here to collect.”

“Best be watching yourself Hustle. This isn't like 'find the lady' down on the streets. These are some bad dudes.”

“You just be watchin' my back sis and we will be fine.”

So saying, the pair swaggered their way to the door of the suite. Standing in front of the door was Rhino. Rhino got his name because his nose had been broken so many times and that he also had an explosive temper. It didn't pay to upset Rhino.

“Rhino my man, how's it been hanging?”

Rhino glared down at Hustle a look of menace to his face that was hidden behind a pair of dark aviator glasses. His ham-sized hands clenched into fists only to relax again. Rhino was a foot soldier for the Leoni's and was also known to lack a sense of humor.

“Youse knows the drill Hustle. Open up so Rhino can gets a look at you.”

Hustle complied opening up his jacket and doing a little circle to show that he wasn't packing any weapons. The large envelope crammed full of Franklins was ignored.

“And now youse babe.”

“Come on Rhino. I don't think Jive can hide much in that dress.

“Rules is rules, unlessen youse want me to pound ya into next Wednesday.”

Jive complied by giving Rhino a look at the goods which the big man seemed to appreciate. Satisfied Rhino turned and opened the door to the suite. He gave Jive a slight bow as she sashayed past.

Stylish is the only word that could describe the penthouse suite. High end furniture filled the room in blacks and whites. Style, however, really didn't describe the owner of the penthouse. While “Fat” Alphonso Leoni dressed in the best clothing illegal money could buy, he was still a mook. Tonight he was dressed in his usual white Armani suit complete with black silk shirt and blood red silk tie and sat at a poker table along with three other men. Hustle would be the fourth to join the poker game tonight.

“Hustle you bastard, come sit with us. We was just about to cut the cards. Ah I see you brought Jive.”

“You can't have Hustle without a little Jive”

“So long as she doesn't interfere.”

“No problem with that.”

“Did you bring your stake?”

Hustle pulled out the envelope and laid it on the table. Alphonso nodded at this.

“Mario brings Mister Hustle a drink. Let's play.”

So saying Alphonso lit up a humongous cigar with a gold plated litter embossed with a lions’ head.

Hustle sat down at the table and nodded his head at the other two men. The first to his left was a man wearing a fine charcoal suit by the name of Horace Butcher, a vice-president at Sterling Bank Ltd. Horace, a Brit; smoked a cigarette with an ivory stemmed holder. His handshake was a little on the light side. He was one to watch. Opposite of him was Vladimir Voloshin a beefy Russian from Brighton Beach. Vladimir was a serous looking dude with incredibly bushy eyebrows.

“Evening gents,” Hustle said as he picked up his cards.

The evening dragged on with Hustle winning more than he was losing. Cigar smoke from Alphono’s cigar seriously challenged the penthouses air conditioner. However, by the end of the evening Hustle had turned his mere five thousand dollars into a twenty fold increase.

Standing up he stretched and put back his lucky red jacket.

“Gents it has been fun, but this man needs to get his shut eye. It’s been a pleasure to take you money.”

Horace gave Hustle a nod of approval. The Brit had proven to be a tough opponent; the other two were more amateurish. Those two didn’t look real happy about Hustle leaving with so much of their money. As they entered the elevator that would take them back to the street, Hustle gave half the winnings to Jive.

“You did a great job tonight sis. Here’s to more to come.”

They both laughed at this.

Two nights later the siblings were coming out of the Whitney dropping several thousand dollars on an excellent dinner. Feeling the need to walk off their meal the pair took off walking along Woodward Avenue. Neither noticed the van that had started following them.

“Hey Hustle,” came a voice nearby and Hustle barely got his head turned before the side door of the van slide open and a man wearing a ski mask opened up a submachine gun. Bullets flew by as he did his best to dive for cover. However, he was hit three places, his right calf, his left shoulder, and his right chest. Hustle crumpled next to Jive and was unconscious in seconds never noticing the van roaring away.

It was fortunate for Hustle and his sister that the Detroit Medical Center was only a few blocks away from Woodward Avenue where they had been ruthlessly gunned down. Hustle was lucky in that no vitals were hit, but Jive was not. When he finally regained consciousness the doctors told him that she would be paralyzed from the waist down. A week later, Hustle was released from the hospital. Jive was going to be in intensive care a while longer.

Hustle wandered the streets with a cane trying to get his head around who might try to kill him and his sister. The only conclusion that he could come up with was Alphonso Leoni. The look in his eye that night when he had beaten him at cards should have told him that the mobster didn't like to lose. It was all his fault that Jive would never walk again.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the sounds of wheels jumping the curb. Hustle turned to see the van bearing down on him. He could clearly see Rhino behind the wheel. Running as fast he could, no mean feat with a bum leg, Hustle fled down an alleyway the van in hot pursuit. Trash cans and dumpsters flew as the van careened after him. In desperation Hustle crashed into a door and fell into darkness. He was never sure how long he lay in the darkness before sitting up. He pulled out the lighter that he had won from Alphonso and using the lighter was able to light his way. A door banged behind him and Hustle extinguished the light. This was also the point where he tripped over the chest falling flat on his face.

He lay there momentarily stunned and as he righted himself a flashlight went on blinding him. A large man with a broken nose wearing sunglasses stood behind the gun; Rhino.

“Youse shouldn’t make the boss look bad Hustle. He don’t take kindly ta that. Youse was supposed to have lost, made the boss look good in front of the Ruskie and the Limey. Big mistake my friend.”

“Now hold on Rhino can’t we talk about this. No need to get all hostile.”

Hustle frantically searched around for anything that could be used as a weapon.

“Sorry Hustle, I really liked you, you know. I liked Jive even better.”

Rhino pointed the gun right at Hustles face and calmly pulled the trigger. However, just as the bullet was leaving the barrel Hustle flicked the top card of the deck of cards that he had accidentally knocked out of the trunk into the oncoming shot. There was a large explosion as both Hustle and Rhino were blown apart in a massive burst of energy rocked the room.

Hustle was the first to recover. Luckily for him Rhino took the brunt of the discharge and was slummed against a brick wall that he almost went through. Hustle walked up to the big man whose nose had broken again. He reached down picking up the gun and pointed it in Rhino’s face. He stood there for a few moments before dropping the weapon.

“This isn’t my way Rhino. I hope you understand.”

Walking back to the trunk, once again Hustle lit up the lighter to get a closer look at the contents. There was a whole lot of junk; junk a magician would use. Looking at the lid he could see an inscription, ‘The Amazing Amazo.’

“Never heard of him,” thought Hustle as he picked up the deck of cards. Now these were something different. With these he could pay back those bastards who hurt his sister. Yeah maybe there was a need in Detroit for a little Hustle. Packing the deck in a pocket of his suit, Hustle hummed a Motown tune as he walked out into the night.


Horatio and his sister Jasmine have lived almost all their live on the mean streets of Detroit. For most, such a life in crippling poverty and constant exposure to crime would surely sent most to an early grave, or at least to have little regard from another persons’ life. In Hustles life, however, he has turned away from that temptation for the quick kill. He believes that he knows right from wrong. However, it still bears waiting to see if this principled man can continue or will his guilt over the wounding of Jasmine eventually sink him to the life that he has always tried to rise above.

One of the defining moments in Horatio’s life was the almost fatal incident when his sister, he partner in his every escapade almost was killed for his arrogance. It was her wounding that turned him from a simple gambler living from card game to card game into a vigilante that will use his entire God given, and the trick cards from the Amazing Amazo to send the scum who hurt Jasmine so badly to prison. Only then can he truly find redemption for his failure. Sure Hustle doesn’t show the guilt, but it’s there for the person who can see into his eyes.

The people who mean the most to Hustle, besides Jasmine are the other people of the streets, whom his has lived among all of his life. For the longest time, he was just like any other hustler, not seeing the people for what they were. The incident against him and has sister has opened his eyes. Sadly not every believes that a leopard can change its spots, but Hustle ever the smooth operator and is there to show them the way.

Hustle has the charm and the daring of masterful con artist. He’s constantly flirting with any skirt that crosses his path. At times this attitude has almost gotten him killed by a few of the female assassins hired by the Leoni’s, but on the other hand his flirting has made some of those heartless killers remember what it was like to be complemented by a man.


"It's all in the wrist, baby."


Hustle is always armed with a set of special trick cards which he acquired from the trunk of the Amazing Amazo. He assumes that the cards are magical, but Hustle doesn’t know the first thing about magic. However, what Hustle does know is how to fling a card. By randomly picking a card, it’ll change into the ace of one of the major suits; diamond, heart, club, or spade. Hustle has shown to be able to fling his cards over a great distance. The Ace of Diamonds is his most offensive card. Those struck by the card suffer the effects of a major explosion and will be thrown back. When the card detonates it covers a large area affecting everyone in a radius. The Ace of Hearts causes a blinding light to flare up in large area those in the middle of it are most likely to be blinded for a while. Oddly enough, Hustle has proven to not be affected by this blinding light. The Ace of Clubs wraps itself around those caught in a 2 meter radius when the card it thrown. Lastly the Ace of Spades causes impenetrable darkness to those caught in the middle of it. Hustle only has a limited amount of cards, but strangely enough always seems to never run out of cards when he isn’t using them in a fight.

In addition to his trick cards, Hustle wears a specially reinforced suit, which he bought with what earnings he had left after paying for Jive’s medical bills. His suit looks like any other fashionable suit, but this suit can repel bullets. However, Hustle doesn’t just rely on his suit to protect him, he has also learned to keep on the move, knowing when to fold them and knowing when to run.

Hustle is a master card thrower. He has shown that he can breach the toughest protections to get at his opponents. He claims that it’s all in the wrist, but it must be more than just that. Hustle seems to be one of the luckiest of men when it comes to throwing cards among other things. However, when the cards just aren’t flying right, Hustle has been known to fall back on his street training and deliver a devastating roundhouse punch that has sent a few Leoni soldiers to the deck.


Slick is the word that describes Hustle, from the way he dresses (only the finest and latest fashion for our boy), to the way he walks that makes the ladies pause and take another look. While not the tallest of men, nor built the most powerful; Hustle has a little something that make women swoon.

His usual form of dress is a crimson pinstriped suit with a black bowler hat with red silk band. His trousers are of the finest quality of material, usually in a black silk that really shows off his figure. Hustle usually keeps his cards hidden up the sleeves and can drop one into his hand with a flick of the wrist. Up close they look like any other playing cards. It is only when Hustle has flung one that their true nature comes to the fore.

One of the things that keep Hustle out of the clutches of the corrupt police and their allies the Leoni Crime Family is that not only is Hustle a great dresser, he’s also a master of disguise. While the cops have come close many times to capturing Hustle, he has always been able to give them the slip. Weather this is due to his disguise ability or his incredible luck it remains to be seen. So far Hustle has yet to be caught. He’s just too slick for that.