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Paravi Sarasa
Cost Characteristic Value Roll Notes
0 STR 10 11- Lift: 100.0kg; HTH: 2d6; END: [1]
12 DEX 14 12- OCV: 5  DCV: 5
8 CON 14 12-
8 BODY 14 12-
3 INT 13 12- PER Roll: 12-
0 EGO 10 11- ECV: 3; Mental Defense: 0
0 PRE 10 11- PRE Attack: 2d6
2 COM 13 12-
2 PD 4   Total: 24 PD (20 rPD)
1 ED 4   Total: 11 ED (7 rED)
6 SPD 3   Phases: 4, 8, 12
0 REC 5   Running: 6" / 12"
1 END 30   Swimming: 2" / 4"
2 STUN 28  
Real Name: Paravi Sarasa Hair Color: Reddish-Brown (Spines)
Concept: Energy Blaster Eye Color: Brown
Affiliation: Solo Height & Weight: 5' 7" (1.70 m) / 121 lbs (55.00 kg)
Played By: NPC Date of Birth: May 16, 1990
Created By: Ben Langdon Place of Birth: Suva, Fiji
Cost Powers END
25 Prickly Skin: Elemental Control, 50-point powers
18 1) Ejected Spines: Killing Attack - Ranged 1d6, Reduced Endurance (1/2 END; +1/4), Personal Immunity (+1/4), Penetrating (+1/2), +6 Increased STUN Multiplier (+1 1/2) (52 Active Points); Inaccurate 1/2 OCV (-1/4), Limited Range 6" (-1/4) 2
17 2) Protective Subdermal Layer: Armor (20 PD/7 ED), Hardened (+1/4) (51 Active Points); Ablative BODY Only (-1/2) 0
17 3) Spines All Over Her Body, Just Below The Surface: Killing Attack - Hand-To-Hand 1/2d6, Inherent (+1/4), Personal Immunity (+1/4), Reduced Endurance (0 END; +1/2), Persistent (+1/2), Damage Shield (+1/2), Penetrating (+1/2), +6 Increased STUN Multiplier (+1 1/2) (50 Active Points); Always On (-1/2) 0
10 Immune to Toxins: Life Support (Immunity: All terrestrial poisons and chemical warfare agents) 0
Cost Skills
2 AK: Brisbane, Australia 11-
3 Combat Driving 12-
0 Everyman Skills
AK: Suva, Fiji 11-
Acting 8-
Climbing 8-
Concealment 8-
Conversation 8-
Deduction 8-
Language: Hindustani (idiomatic)
PS: Hotel Cleaner 11-
Paramedics 8-
Persuasion 8-
Shadowing 8-
Stealth 8-
TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles
2 KS: Contemporary Music 11-
2 KS: Motorcycles 11-
3 Language: English (completely fluent)
3 Language: Fijian (completely fluent)
3 Mechanics 12-
0 TF: Two-Wheeled Motorized Ground Vehicles
100+ Disadvantages
5 Accidental Change: Ejects Spines When Distressed 8-
15 Distinctive Features: Spines Covering Her Body (Especially When Distressed)
5 Money: Poor
15 Physical Limitation: Uberhuman Biochemistry
10 Psychological Limitation: Timid
0 Experience Points
PINEAPPLE HEAD | Points Summary
Characteristics Cost: 45 Base Points: 100
Powers Cost: 87 Disadvantages: 50
Talents Cost: 0 Total Experience: 0
Perks Cost: 0 Spent Experience: 0
Martial Arts Cost: 0 Unspent Experience: 0
Skills Cost: 18 Total Points: 150

I will play you like a shark

and I'll clutch at your heart

I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

sleeping alone for pleasure

the pineapple head it spins and it spins

like a number I hold

don't remember if she was my friend

it was a long time ago

- Neil Finn, Crowded House, 'Pineapple Head'


The song played through the wall as Paravi lay like a corpse on her bed.  The room was small, little more than a closet, but it was hers.  She worked hard for it and expected no thanks in return.  She was a freak.  A pineapple head.

In the darkness of her room, her delicate profile was silhouetted by the moon outside.  Her nose was small, a little upturned in a way which her grandmother used to say was seemly.  Her lips pouted ever so slightly.  Her eyes were dark, the lashes thick and black.  She would have been beautiful, a beautiful Indian girl; but that was before her hair fell out, before the spines grew like razor dreadlocks.  Even lying there, deathly still, she could feel her body slicing through the sheets and the thin mattress.  She'd long since given up the idea of buying new sheets.

The spines grew out of the back of her neck, they traced their way down to between her shoulder blades.  It could have been hidden, or at least she pretended that it could; but underneath her skin was a potential razor blade.  Her thighs, her knees, her wrist and her breast.  She was a weapon wrapped in flesh.

She never talked about her family anymore, although she still kept pictures of her parents and her grandmother.  She was riding on her father's motorbike in one of the pictures, a spanner held high in a salute.  But the smiles in the pictures were long gone now, slashed to ribbons like the sheets which couldn't keep her warm anymore.  The photos were hidden under her mattress, away from her treacherous hands and she only treated herself to a mournful glance at them every few weeks - it was never good to spend too much time troubled over what might have been (or so she had convinced herself).  She never really talked about anyone or anything.  She moved through her days quietly, trying not to bring attention to herself.

The hotel manager was a kind man.  He gave her work, although he made sure she worked at night when the guests would be asleep and she could stay to the shadows.  She looked at the roof knowing that the time was moving forward.  Her shift would start again soon.

A little part of her wanted something more.  She was an uberhuman.  In some places such a thing would have led to something great, whether for good or evil.  But here, in Fiji, all it brought her was a greater sense of dislocation.  She didn't belong here.  The Fijians hated her for being Indian, and now they hated her even more for being a freak.  A pineapple head.

It was funny, but the song stuck in her mind: its addictive melody playing over and over in her mind, giving her strength with its enigmatic messages.  She looked like a pineapple: pointy at the top, dangerous, perhaps a little exotic.  But what was the point of it all (forgive the pun)?  Was the fact that she now lived a life in the shadows, cast out by everyone, a reason for something greater to happen?  Was this a test, she often wondered.  And if it was, what were the answers and who was testing her?

She sat up and pulled the sheet away from where it had stuck to her back.  The tearing sound was blocked out as she slipped on her clogs.  Tonight would be like the one before: cleaning, tidying up after the pretty humans... but maybe she would find someone like her.

Maybe there would be someone who would understand her.



A quiet girl who has no aspirations to become a super hero, Paravi is terrified that her uberhuman powers have ruined her life.  She was always shy but her altered physical appearance has ostracised her from her family and her society.  She barely manages to earn enough to survive, working out of sight of the hotel guests.  Underneath her uncertainty and self-loathing, Paravi has the potential to become a hero of standing - her heart is strong and under the right direction she would blossom.



"This can't be all there is... there must be something more... something bigger out there!"



Paravi has recently generated a subdermal layer of hard, organic material which manifests itself as very sharp spines.  She has little control over these growths and they tend to erupt in greater quantities and greater length the more distressed she becomes.  The spines on her head are able to eject and, although not particularly accurate, they do deliver quite a sting.  Her body also has tiny spines across most of its surface and if someone comes into contact with her they usually end up bleeding.  In addition to her spines, Paravi's metabolism can now neutralise all known toxins, although she is mostly unaware of this.  She does know that she is unaffected by alcohol but doesn't know it extends to all other kinds of toxins and poisons.



Since her powers manifested several months ago, Paravi's skin has a subdermal organic plating underneath it which is made of a very durable and potentially razor-sharp material.  This layer forms itself into sharp protrusions across the back of her head and appears as hair-like spines.  It also erupts through her skin as smaller spines down the back of her neck to her shoulders, and her lower arms and legs.  During particularly stressful situations more spines erupt and she has, at times, produced small sharp spines over her entire body.  Because of the semi-permanent spines down her lower arms and legs she must wear shorts and short-sleeved clothes or else risk shredding them.  Paravi now wears cut-off jeans as shorts and singlet-tops, although she is still quite modest about her appearance and shies away from close scrutiny.  She is of Indian descent and has olive skin, dark brown eyes and is quite slender at seventeen years of age.