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Mustang Sally
Mustang Sally
Sally Brown
 
Cost

Characteristic

Value Roll Notes
20 STR 30 15- Lift: 1600.0kg; Dice: HTH Damage 6d6 END [3]

24 DEX 18 13- OCV 6 DCV 6
20 CON 20 13-
20 BODY 20 13-
3 INT 13 12- PER Roll 12-
8 EGO 14 12- ECV: 5
8 PRE 18 13- PRE Attack: 3 1/2d6
4 COM 18 13-
14 PD 20   20 PD (10 rPD)
16 ED 20   20 ED (10 rED)
12 SPD 4   Mental Defense: 0
4 REC 12   Phases: 3, 6, 9, 12
5 END 50   Running: 8" (16" NC)
10 STUN 55   Swimming: 4" (8" NC)
 

Cost

Powers

END

10 One Tough Broad: Damage Resistance (10 PD/10 ED) 0
2 Not Easily Fazed: Sight Group Flash Defense (2 points) 0
7 Hits Like A Mack Truck: Hand-To-Hand Attack +2d6 (10 Active Points); Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) 1
6 Mini Radio: High Range Radio Perception (Radio Group) (12 Active Points); OAF (-1) 0
2 She's Got A Good Set Of Lungs: Life Support (Extended Breathing: 1 END per Minute) 0
5 Something In Her Eyes: Ultraviolet Perception (Sight Group) 0
 

Cost

Talents

5

Rapid Healing

3

Resistance (3 points)

Cost

Perks

3

Well-Connected

2

1) Contact: Assistant Harbormaster Joe Shick (Contact has useful Skills or resources) (3 Active Points) 11-

1

2) Contact: Chinatown English Teacher Suzi Ping (2 Active Points) 11-

1

3) Contact: Fairmont Hotel Worker Juan Olivia (2 Active Points) 11-

2

4) Contact: Hell's Kitchen Mission Volunteer Stacy Black (Contact has useful Skills or resources) (3 Active Points) 11-

3

5) Contact: NYPD Sgt. Don Colbert (Contact has very useful Skills or resources) (4 Active Points) 11-

1

6) Contact: NYSE Specialist John Wienstein (2 Active Points) 11-

2

7) Contact: Street Informer G-Dog (Contact has significant Contacts of his own) (3 Active Points) 11-

Cost

Skills

0

Everyman Skills

CK: New York City 8-

Concealment 8-

Conversation 8-

Native Language: English (idiomatic; Literate) (4 Active Points)

PS: Fund Raiser (Everyman Skill) 11-

Persuasion 8-

TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles

3

Acting 13-

3

Breakfall 13-

3

Bureaucratics 13-

3

Climbing 13-

3

Combat Driving 13-

16

+2 with All Combat

3

Deduction 12-

3

Disguise 12-

3

Hoist 12-

3

Interrogation 13-

3

KS: New York Charity Scene 12-

3

Mechanics 12-

3

Oratory 13-

3

Paramedics 12-

3

Seduction 13-

3

Shadowing 12-

3

Stealth 13-

3

Streetwise 13-
175+ Disadvantages

10

Distinctive Features: Tall, Muscular Woman (Concealable; Noticed and Recognizable; Detectable By Commonly-Used Senses)

20

Hunted: The Cardinal of Crime 11- (Mo Pow, Harshly Punish)

10

Hunted: Dr. Goodnight 8- (As Pow, Harshly Punish)

20

Psychological Limitation: Overconfident (Very Common, Strong)

10

Psychological Limitation: Protects The Innocent (Common, Moderate)

15

Psychological Limitation: Reluctant To Kill (Common, Strong)

10

Reputation: Slutty, 11-

15

Social Limitation: Secret ID: Sally Baker (Frequently, Major)

10

Vulnerability: 2 x STUN Sonics (Uncommon)

5

Watched: NYPD 8- (As Pow, NCI, Watching)
0 Experience Points
 
Characteristics Cost 178 Base Points 175
Powers Cost 32 Disadvantages 125
Talents Cost 8 Experience Points 0
Perks Cost 15 Total Points 300
Martial Arts Cost 0
Skills Cost 67
Total Cost 300
 
Concept Brick Hair Colour Blonde
Nationality American Eye Colour Hazel-Green
Place of Birth Fort Lee, New Jersey Height 1.84 m/6' 0"
Date of Birth April 24, 1978 Weight 88.00 kg/194 lbs
 
Background

Sally Brown was a woman of modest dreams. She hadn't wanted or expected much out of life, and so she'd lived in a fairly contented manner as the dutiful wife of an NYPD officer. They lived in a simple but well cared-for second-floor walk-up in Alphabet City in a building and a neighborhood favored by cops. Times were good and the days went by rather uneventfully, until the fire.

Sally had arrived home, laden with grocery bags full of what was hopefully going to be a superb wedding anniversary dinner, only to find several FDNY vehicles and their crews fighting a blaze that had engulfed her building and the ones to either side. The realization that everything they owned was going up in flames was a sharp kick in the gut, but it was lessened by the knowledge that at least she and her husband Phil weren't home. His shift didn't end for another two hours.

Based on the findings in both the coroner's and the FDNY investigator's reports, Phillip Brown had died from smoke inhalation. The open bottle of champagne found near the body led the investigators to believe that he'd come home early to surprise his wife, an unfortunately fatal decision. All Sally could think of during the funeral was that she'd never gotten around to telling him that she was pregnant.

The months after that were a blurry spiral down into depression and depseration. Phil hadn't been a cop very long, and his pension was negligible. Between the funeral expenses and preparing for the baby, the bills kept piling up along with the late notices. It was all she could do to keep up with the rent on the cheap Hell's Kitchen studio she now called home. Mr. Abernathy, her new landlord, had offered a despicable and unacceptable suggestion of trade - sexual favors for rent. As time wore on and the collection agencies began calling, she began to question her assessment of the offer, and it made the soon-to-be mother sick and ashamed.

Then it came, announced by the sound of water splashing against the tiled kitchen floor. The contraction pains were still quite bearable when she made the call, and she tought herself fortunate when the ambulance arrived quickly to usher her to the hospital. This would be the second time she'd made a radically poor assumption regarding her fortune.

The ambulance wasn't part of any known company, the drivers not licensed EMTs. Instead of the hospital, they took her to a quiet dockside warehouse in Brooklyn, almost under the Manhattan Bridge. The contractions were close enough now that her resistance was futile. She was introduced to Doctor Goodnight, who explained that the medical research she would represent would someday save millions of lives before giving her an injection.

She opened her eyes to a policeman bathed in light speaking to her. She thought she had died and her husband was greeting her. It was only a beat cop standing with the rising sun behind him telling her it was illegal to sleep on park benches and she should move along. She was dressed in the clothes she had on when she left her apartment. She felt pain in various parts of her body. There were several surgical scars, some large and some small, on her body. And she was no longer pregnant. She had been gone for three weeks.

The jump off the Brooklyn Bridge didn't kill her, nor did the nasty waters of the East River. She survived leaps in front of a bus and a subway car. It wasn't until she picked herself up off the cracked sidewalk beneath the five-story tenement building whose roof she'd just left that her curiosity got the better of her despondent need for self-destruction. Whatever had happened to her, whatever horrible experiments had been performed upon her, it had left her changed.

She was tough, tough enough to withstand things that would pulverize an ordinary person. And she had the strength to lift a car over her head. And there was something about her eyes that let her see in the dark. There were other things, too, including half a foot in height and substantial increase in weight, just about all of it dense muscle.

Sally waled the streets, trying to put everything straight in her head. She had been an innocent, her baby had been an innocent, but now all that was gone. The person who had been Sally Brown was gone, replaced by...someone else. Someone tough and strong, strong enough to make sure that she and any other innocent person around her were protected, to make sure they weren't victims of circumstance and evil men.

She looked up at the sign of the bar next to her. She'd walked all the way down past Madison Square Garden on Seventh Avenue, a few blocks south of the venue. She'd been to the place before, an Irish pub favored by tourists, Garden visitors, and cops. Mustang Sally's.

Her first thought was that she'd need a costume.

Personality
Sally Brown still exists, but only as a name. The person Sally Brown was died under the tender mercies of Dr. Goodnight. The Sally Brown who now works as a fundraiser for the Policeman Benefits Association and the NYPD Widow's Support Association is simply window dressing. It's a way to pay the bills. The real person is Mustang Sally, the trench coat and fedora-wearing vigilante who spends her nights patrolling Manhattan's Clinton neighborhood in her plain pale yellow 2001 Ford Mustang.

Mustang Sally is driven by a need to make sure that what happened to her doesn't happen to anybody else. Protecting the innocent is her calling and she delivers by saving those who find themselves victims of their own bad assumptions or poor circumstances.
Quote
"I always give a lowlife scumbag a choice. Option 'A', he does what I say, or option 'B', I make him do what I say. They always choose option 'B', the dumb bastards."
Powers

Mustang Sally doesn't do finesse. Her tactics are simple and straightforward, in that you do what she says or she puts you in a hurt locker. Her incredible toughness and a general lack of concern regarding her own survival left over from her life-changing ordeal occasionally cause her to occasionally bite off more than she can chew. Since she's started in the vigilante business, she's gotten pretty good at using her fists.

Appearance

Mustang Sally wears a pale yellow and dark brown body suit with flared pant legs over cowboy boots. Her long blond hair frames a face hidden beneath a wide matching dark brown domino mask. She almost always wears a long brown trench coat and wide-brimmed fedora hat which allow her to walk around without drawing too much attention to herself.