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NOSTRUM
NOSTRUM
Cadbury Jones
 
Cost

Characteristic

Value Roll Notes
20 STR 30 15- Lift: 1600kg; 6d6; [3]

30 DEX 20 13- OCV: 7    DCV: 7
40 CON 30 15-
8 BODY 14 12-
8 INT 18 13- PER Roll 13-
2 EGO 11 11- ECV: 4
8 PRE 18 13- PRE Attack: 3 1/2d6
4 COM 18 13-
4 PD 10   Total: 18/38 PD (8/28 rPD)
4 ED 10   Total: 18/38 ED (8/28 rED)
20 SPD 5   Mental Defense: 0
0 REC 12   Phases: 3, 5, 8, 10, 12
-8 END 44   Running: 10" / 20"
0 STUN 44   Swimming: 6" / 12"
 

Cost

Powers

END

13 Resurrection: Multipower, 35-point reserve, (35 Active Points); all slots Extra Time (1 Turn (Post-Segment 12), -1 1/4), Increased Endurance Cost (x2 END; -1/2)
1u 1) Resurrection: Healing BODY 1d6, Can Heal Limbs, Resurrection (35 Active Points); Extra Time (1 Turn (Post-Segment 12), -1 1/4), Increased Endurance Cost (x2 END; -1/2) 6
1u 2) Cure Disease: Major Transform 2d6+1 (Diseased Cells Into Disease-Free Cells) (35 Active Points); Extra Time (1 Turn (Post-Segment 12), -1 1/4), Increased Endurance Cost (x2 END; -1/2) 6
20 Invulnerability: Elemental Control, 60-point powers, (30 Active Points); all slots Does Not Work When 'Insight' or 'Power' Are In Use (-1/2)
17 1) Invulnerability I: Armor (20 PD/20 ED) (60 Active Points); Does Not Work When 'Insight' or 'Power' Are In Use (-1/2), Costs Endurance (Only Costs END to Activate; -1/4) 6
16 2) Invulnerability II: (Total: 60 Active Cost, 34 Real Cost) Energy Damage Reduction, Resistant, 50% (30 Active Points); Does Not Work When 'Insight' or 'Power' Are In Use (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) (Real Cost: 17) plus Physical Damage Reduction, Resistant, 50% (30 Active Points); Does Not Work When 'Insight' or 'Power' Are In Use (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) (Real Cost: 17) 0
22 Healing Energy Source: Endurance Reserve (120 END, 10 REC) (22 Active Points) 0
43 Healing Pulse: Simplified Healing 2d6, Reduced Endurance (0 END; +1/2), Persistent (+1/2), Area Of Effect (4" Radius; +1), Selective (+1/4) (65 Active Points); Always On (-1/2) 0
23 Immortal: Life Support (Eating: Character only has to eat once per week; Immunity: All terrestrial diseases and biowarfare agents; Immunity: All terrestrial poisons and chemical warfare agents; Longevity: 200 Years; Sleeping: Character only has to sleep 8 hours per week) 0
2 Insight I: Infrared Perception (Sight Group) (5 Active Points); Limited Power Does Not Work When 'Invulnerability', 'Power' or 'Speed' Are In Use (-1/2), Costs Endurance (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) 1
4 Insight II: N-Ray Perception (Not Through Lead) (Sight Group) (10 Active Points); Costs Endurance (-1/2), Does Not Work When 'Invulnerability', 'Power' or 'Speed' Are In Use (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) 1
3 Insight III: Ultrasonic Perception (Hearing Group), Increased Arc Of Perception (360 Degrees) (8 Active Points); Costs Endurance (-1/2), Does Not Work When 'Invulnerability', 'Power' or 'Speed' Are In Use (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) 1
4 Insight IV: Microscopic (x100) with Sight Group (10 Active Points); Costs Endurance (-1/2), Does Not Work When 'Invulnerability', 'Power' or 'Speed' Are In Use (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) 1
3 Insight V: +5 versus Range Modifier for Sight Group (8 Active Points); Costs Endurance (-1/2), Does Not Work When 'Invulnerability', 'Power' or 'Speed' Are In Use (-1/2), Nonpersistent (-1/4) 1
9 Invulnerability III: Power Defense (20 points) (20 Active Points); Does Not Work When 'Insight' or 'Power' Are In Use (-1/2), Linked (Invulnerability I; -1/2), Costs Endurance (Only Costs END to Activate; -1/4) 2
20 Power: +40 STR (40 Active Points); No Figured Characteristics (-1/2), Does Not Work When 'Insight' or 'Invulnerability' Are In Use (-1/2) 4
8 Triathlete I: Running +4" (10" total) 1
4 Triathlete II: Swimming +4" (6" total) 1
14 Body Armour: Armor (8 PD/8 ED) (24 Active Points); OIF (-1/2), Real Armor (-1/4) 0
 

Cost

Perks

1

Education: Doctorate in Medicine

1

MD: License to practice Medicine

Cost

Skills

3

AS: Triathlon (Cycling, Swimming and Running) 13-

3

Deduction 13-

0

Everyman Skills (Cost: 0 Points)

Language: English (idiomatic) (4 Active Points)

AK: Christchurch, New Zealand 11 or less

Acting 8-

Climbing 8-

Computer Programming 8-

Concealment 8-

Conversation 8-

Deduction 8-

PS: Physician 11-

Paramedics 8-

Persuasion 8-

Shadowing 8-

Stealth 8-

TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles

3

Forensic Medicine 13-

1

Language: Latin (fluent conversation)

13

Scientist

SS: Medicine 13- (3 Active Points)

SS: Uberhuman Physiology 13- (3 Active Points)

SS: Pharmacology 13- (3 Active Points)

SS: Physiology 13- (3 Active Points)

SS: Trauma Medicine 13- (3 Active Points)

9

Southern Knights Package

AK: Melbourne, Victoria, Australia 8-

AK: Sao Paulo, Brazil 8-

Communicator: HRRP (Radio Group); IIF (-1/4) and Scrambled Transmission Function: VPP (Scrambler Pool), 4 base +2 control cost; IIF (-1/4), Only For One Language At A Time (-1)

International Police Powers (Australia, Brazil and New Zealand)

KS: Southern Cross International 11-

Language: Portuguese (completely fluent)

Monitored by Southern Cross International 14-

Teamwork 13-

3

Stealth 13-
250+ Disadvantages

10

Accidental Change: Power Set Changes When Attacked By Ego Attack 11-

15

Hunted: Gauntlet 8-

10

Hunted: Mystery 8-

15

Physical Limitation: Weird Biochemistry Requires Specialist Medical Care

15

Psychological Limitation: Civic Minded And Responsible

15

Psychological Limitation: Optimist

20

Psychological Limitation: Will Not Kill

10

Reputation: Able to Bring Back the Dead, 8- (Extreme)

10

Social Limitation: Expected to Follow The Hippocratic Oath

15

Social Limitation: Secret Identity

5

Unluck: 1d6

10

Vulnerability: 2 x STUN Ego Attacks
5 Experience Points
 
Characteristics Cost 140 Base Points 250
Powers Cost 227 Disadvantages 150
Talents Cost 0 Experience Points 5
Perks Cost 2 Total Points 405
Martial Arts Cost 0
Skills Cost 36
Total Cost 405
 
Concept Brick Hair Colour Dark Blonde
Nationality New Zealander Eye Colour Brown
Place of Birth Christchurch, New Zealand Height 1.82m
Date of Birth July 11, 1980 Weight 80kg
 
Background

Dr Darius Esteridge slid his four iron back into the bag and frowned down the green where his white ball bounced twice upon landing and came to a rest just off the main fairway. He had scored a three under in the previous game, but news from the hospital had taken away any remaining interest he had had in the game. The sun was out and there was no threat of rain. It should have been a good day for the doctor. Hagley Park was a sprawling, 200 hectares of lush green gardens, sprinkled with sports grounds, the botanic gardens and two golf courses. To the eastern side, the direction Esteridge was looking, stood the Canterbury Museum: home to one of the world's most extensive and exquisite ornithological collections. Esteridge had planned on wandering through the exhibits on his way home that night. Instead, it looked as if he would return to the hospital.

"The Thompson woman is no longer dead, you say?" he asked the red-faced young man who stood on the green.

"No sir."

"Hmm, troubling, especially considering the husband has recently committed suicide."

"Yes sir."

"Shotgun, I believe," he added, mostly to himself. "Something about the will, I think..."

"Yes sir."

"How long was she dead for?" the doctor asked, brightening somewhat, although he had been the one to sign the death certificate.

"Three days, sir."

Esteridge rubbed his chin, considered pulling out another club, but gave up and turned back to the club house.

"Well, I suppose I should talk to young Doctor Jones about all this resurrection business before the media gets a hold of it. The hospital has a reputation to uphold, after all, and it will simply not do if our deceased clientele suddenly become... not deceased. No, no, that will simply not do at all."

The younger man shook his head in silent agreement.

____________________________________________________________

Jones had been sent to the staff room again. He had strict instructions to stay behind the doors and not see any more patients, at least, not until Dr Esteridge had come in from his day off. He sat on an armchair, leaning his chin on his pulled-up knees. He had been staring through his glasses at the poster of the southern Alps for nearly an hour, and no one had come in. The other interns had shunned him, the more seasoned doctors seemed to be frightened of coming too close, and the nurses looked right through him.

Jones had been working at the central Christchurch Hospital for seven weeks as part of his internship. He had pulled all-nighters, had listened to ancient doctor's drone on about the sins of modern medicine, and he had still managed to smile at every patient he saw, and unlike the other interns, he actually bothered to use their first names when he talked with them, and took care in actively listening to what they said. His peers called him 'soft' and his mentors thought he was perhaps a little soft in the head, but Jones couldn't approach medicine in any other way. He wanted to make lives better, not make money. He wanted to cure disease, rather than study it. He wanted to stave off death...

And that was what had happened.

He had staved off death... several times. And this time he had actually managed to turn it back, to undo the damage of a major embolism.

The door swung open and let in the controlled chaos of the emergency rooms. Jones looked up and saw the grave expression on Dr Darius Esteridge's face. He had obviously seen Mrs Thompson. There was a moment when Jones looked at Esteridge when he thought that perhaps everything was going to be okay, that this unusual gift for curing the ill would be seen as a positive, maybe even an asset for the Hospital. It was, of course, a false dream.

Even as he watched, Dr Esteridge's face reddened, and the sweat seemed to materialise at his temples.

"Jones..." he started. "Jones..."

"There's no evidence of the embolism on any of the scans," Jones said. "Her circulatory system is better than it has been in twenty years. Her daughter said she hadn't seen her mother look so alive since 1986, for Christ's sake. You can't say this is a bad thing."

Esteridge shook his head, and Jones could almost
hear the bones of his neck grind against each other.


"The woman was deceased," he said. "She is scheduled for burial tomorrow morning."

"They'll refund the money," Jones said.

"9.30am."

"I'll talk to them," Jones continued.

"You are a menace," Esteridge spat. "Five patients in five weeks, Jones. You cure ovarian cancer in your first week here, without even touching the patient. You walk into the operating room after an horrific automobile accident, and when you walk out again, the two children who were both in severe cardiac arrest, suddenly sit up and call for their mothers. An amputee suddenly grows a new arm. And now this Thompson woman. This dead woman. This perfectly acceptable corpse is now walking around out there asking for her husband who has, I might want to remind you Dr Jones, shot himself in the face with a shotgun within the last twenty-four hours because he can no longer live without his wife."

"I might be able to help..."

"No," Esteridge said, cutting off any protest. "You can collect your belongings and sign out, and not come back. Go back to your university, go back to your laboratories and tutorials. There is no place for you in a modern hospital. We do not offer the miracles that you seem capable of."

Miracles.

The word seemed to spear through Jones' heart. There was a lot of regret and shame tied up with his Catholic upbringing, and talk of miracles brought it suddenly all too close for comfort. Dr Esteridge was passing off his healing ability as a freak event, something passed on through God. Esteridge wasn't a religious man, and made no secret of it, so Jones took the comment as an acidic insult.

"You're turning me away because I can cure disease?"

Esteridge bit back his words.

"Just go, Jones."

And the door closed.

Jones fumbled with his keys outside his house, although it was more a sign of stress than clumsiness.  Durham Street was quiet, the streetlights sparkling up along the prestigious street and illuminating the restored buildings on both sides of the road.  His own house was a square-fronted brick terrace which dated back to the 1890s, and which had found its way down his decrepit family tree from his grandmother's sister.  It was ironic, really, that Jones had this incredible ability to cure the most horrific of afflictions, and yet his own family had mostly dropped off the Tree of Life many years before.  His parents had died when he was a teenager, and his grandparents shortly after.  He had an Aunt Stephanie, but he hadn't spoken with her since she had moved north to Wellington.  He had an Uncle too, formerly attached to Aunt Stephanie, but not much had been heard of him since he was discovered wearing his wife's underwear.

So Jones led a somewhat solitary life, which wasn't unusual for a medical student.  Most of his friends said he was cursed, and while they laughed it off with another can of iced beer, Jones started to wonder if he'd be the last of his line.

He turned the key and stepped into his home, immediately warming to the familiar smell and comfort of the old building.  It was nearly 3am, but the house was there to welcome him.

"I'm home," he called and dropped his knapsack against the passage wall, kicked the front door closed, and walked towards the kitchen, already thinking of some potent coffee and a Tim Tam biscuit.  When he got to the kitchen he noticed that someone had already got to the fridge and was busy fossicking around for the chocolate biscuits.

The man was dark, a Maori, and as he turned to look back at Jones, it was clear that although this man possessed great strength, his body was no longer as spry as it once was.  There seemed to be pain in his movements.  There also seemed to be a sparkle in his dark eyes, something which stopped Jones from running back down the passage and into the street.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.  His voice seemed strong, although his heart was beating fast.

The man smiled and looked at his hand which carried the brown packet of biscuits.

Jones smiled too.

"You broke into my house to get a Tim Tam?  Would you like a short black with that?"

"You have misunderstood me," the man said.  "On several accounts.  Firstly, you assume that I have broken into your home.  That is an inaccurate description.  Secondly, you assume that I came here for a biscuit and coffee.  That is also inaccurate, although you were taking your time, so I thought I would indulge in a little earthly sin while I waited.  And finally, you assume that I am a dithering fool, which is far from accurate, although many adversaries have thought so, much to their eventual chagrin."

The man took a small bite of the biscuit.

"And the coffee?" Jones asked.  "I take it that's a 'no', right?"

"You are hiding your anxiety in sarcasm and avoidance.  Ask me questions which will lead to illumination, not entertainment."

Jones looked at the man closer.  He was terribly familiar, although he had difficulty placing the timeless face.  It was 3am, after all.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am the Mark," the man said.

Jones made the connection.  He had grown up on the adventures of this man and the other Knights.  Superheroes and supervillains: clashing in the skies above Auckland; their exploits splashed across the daily papers and the evening news.

"You have heard of me.  Most people have.  I am here to activate you, to bring you out of your mundane world where you clearly do not belong.  From this mundane world, I will escort you through veils of reality and unreality, through power and powerlessness, and bring you to your destiny.  You have a gift.  Indeed, it is a gift balanced with a curse, but with close attention to my teachings and dedication to our cause you will slip from the shackles of your half-life and emerge into a new, enlightened and powerful world."

Jones blinked.  He looked to the coffee machine on the bench, and then back to the Mark.

"How did you get in?" he asked.  "I mean, if you didn't break in?"

The Mark smiled.

"Your parents invited me here.  In fact, your family has been quite helpful in tracking you down."

Jones felt the stainless steel bench behind him, and his fingers gripped the edge.  From behind the Mark, almost like condensation in a bathroom, his parents materialised in the middle of the kitchen.  Their wispy bodies seemed only partially corporeal, but their faces retained hints of colour and glimpses of personality that he had achingly missed since before graduating from high school.  They never spoke, but Jones could sense pride in their ghostly expressions.  Pride and love.

"Will you come with me?" the Mark asked.  "It is time, and there is a great need.  Will you come and learn of your destiny?"

He nodded.  He turned his eyes from his parents to his new teacher.

"Yes, I will come."

Personality

Jones is an easy-going man, who is often caught in a very serious and stoic society.  He believes in the sanctity of human life and has the ability to protect that life, and in some cases even go in and reverse death.  This ability has caused some conflict with his Catholic upbringing.  Under the tutelage of the Mark and Southern Cross International, Jones has discovered that his ability to heal had a hidden cost: that before he could access his healing ability, he had first to take the lives of others.  Jones had inadvertently contributed to the deaths of his parents through the generation of hostile cancers, and of his grandparents through general organ failure.  Although the Mark has removed that component of his genetic gift, Jones still wonders how many lives he had ended without even knowing in his early teens.

As a member of the Southern Knights, Jones is a light-hearted and chivalrous man who enjoys the public life as Nostrum, but who also guards his personal life, even from his team-mates.  Jones is worried that he won't be accepted by his team-mates if they discovered he was gay, and he certainly doesn't think the public would be ready to accept it.  He spends his occasional 'down-time' in Christchurch where he still lives in Durham Street and has a small, close circle of friends.
Quote
"Don't worry, it's only an arterial haemorrhage.  Should be right in no time."

Quote About Him: "He has created a mountain of paperwork, the threat of potentially debilitating litigation, and yet he stands there smiling like he's some kind of Angel of Mercy." - Dr Darius Esteridge.
Powers

Jones was born with an active ubergene. When he first reached puberty his body began to produce a form of malignant radiation which attacked the immune systems of those close to him. During this time he developed several allergies, severe asthma and regular nose bleeds. His parents encouraged him to swim to help with his asthma, and by the time he reached fifteen he had overcome all of his physical disabilities. His ubergene had undergone a metamorphosis, becoming restorative instead of destructive. Everyone around him became healthier, more up beat and satisfied. Unfortunately his parents had already succumbed to cancer, so Jones was to celebrate his new gift alone.

His body radiates a constant wave of positive, restorative radiation which heals on a cellular level. He is able to cure diseases, transforming diseased or cancerous cells into healthy ones. He is able to reverse the effects of heart attacks and staunch the flow of blood in haemorrhaging cases.

Southern Cross International identified untapped potential in Jones, and through some experimentation and therapy, the forces of healing have been modified. Nostrum has developed the ability to harness his positive energy into one of three 'powers'. He can focus the energy into superhuman strength, superhuman durability or even focus the energy into superhuman senses. The limitation is that he can only utilise one of the three 'powers' at any one time. If he calls upon superhuman strength, he cannot rely on having superhuman durability or senses. These powers draw their energy from Nostrum's mystical spirit rather than his physical one, and he needs to call upon his limited mystical training to replenish them using intricate rituals and secret knowledge.

Nostrum has demonstrated great versatility with his powers, and has proven himself quite capable of switching from one discipline to the other in the midst of combat.

Appearance

Jones has an olive complexion, which darkens easily in even the briefest of summer days.  His mother was Italian, and he inherited her Roman features  His hair is a dark blonde and usually unkempt, and he keeps himself in good shape through training and the occasional triathlon.

As Nostrum, he wears a white jersey with a prominent red cross, over a green t-shirt and a black armoured costume. When he feels the need to protect his identity, Nostrum wears a small black domino mask.