Heart of Africa
Wambui Chege
Cost Characteristic Value Roll Notes
8 STR 18 13- Lift: 303.1kg; HTH: 3 1/2d6; END: [2]
24 DEX 18 13- OCV: 6  DCV: 6
10 CON 35 16-
6 BODY 13 12-
3 INT 13 12- PER Roll: 12-
2 EGO 11 11- ECV: 4; Mental Defense: 0
8 PRE 18 13- PRE Attack: 3 1/2d6
1 COM 12 11-
6 PD 10/16   Total: 10/16 PD (0/6 rPD)
3 ED 10/16   Total: 10/16 ED (0/6 rED)
12 SPD 4   Phases: 3, 6, 9, 12
0 REC 11   Running: 9" / 18"
5 END 80   Swimming: 2" / 4"
4 STUN 44  
Heart of Africa | Summary
Real Name: Wambui Chege Hair Color: Brown
Concept: Weaponmaster/Martial Artist Eye Color: Black
Affiliation: Solo Uber Height & Weight: 5' 11" (1.80 m) / 157 lbs (71.00 kg)
Played By: NPC Date of Birth: February 18, 1980
Created By: Neil M Place of Birth: near Magadi, Kenya
Cost Powers END
30 Rungu: Multipower, 60-point reserve, (60 Active Points); all slots OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1)
5m 1) Hard Rungu Strike: Hand-To-Hand Attack +8d6, Armor Piercing (+1/2) (60 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) 6
2m 2) Quick Rungu Strike: +4 with HTH Combat (20 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1)
2m 3) Rungu Blocking: Force Field (10 PD/10 ED/5 Power Defense) (25 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Limited Power Only Against Attacks That Could Be Blocked or Missile Deflected (-1/4) 2
1u 4) Rungu Distant Strike: Stretching 1" (5 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), no Noncombat Stretching (-1/4) 1
5m 5) Rungu Drumming Attack: Hand-To-Hand Attack +9 1/2d6, Autofire (3 shots; +1/4) (60 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) 6
3m 6) Rungu Shield Blocking: Force Wall (5 PD/5 ED/2 Power Defense) (30 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Limited Power Only Against Attacks That Could Be Blocked or Missile Deflected (-1/4) 3
5m 7) Rungu Strike: Hand-To-Hand Attack +12d6 (60 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) 6
1u 8) Rungu Vault: Leaping 3" (3 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1) 1
5m 9) Soft Rungu Strike: Hand-To-Hand Attack +6d6, No Normal Defense (+1) (60 Active Points); OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Hand-To-Hand Attack (-1/2) 6
2u 10) Thrown Rungu Strike: Energy Blast 12d6 (60 Active Points); 2 Recoverable Charges (-1), OAF (pair of Rungu (War Clubs); -1), Beam (-1/4)
16 From Africa: Elemental Control, 32-point powers
9 1) Powerful Lungs: (Total: 31 Active Cost, 18 Real Cost) Life Support (Extended Breathing; Sleeping: Character only has to sleep 8 hours per week) (Real Cost: 3) plus Life Support (Immunity: All terrestrial diseases and biowarfare agents; Immunity: All terrestrial poisons and chemical warfare agents) (20 Active Points); Limited Power Only While Holding Her Breath (-1), Limited Power Only Against Inhaled Poisons/Diseases (-1) (Real Cost: 7) plus for 9" Running, Reduced Endurance (1/2 END; +1/4) (4 Active Points) (Real Cost: 4) plus for 18 STR, Reduced Endurance (1/2 END; +1/4) (4 Active Points) (Real Cost: 4)
24 2) Strong of Heart: +20 CON (40 Active Points)
6 Athletic Running: Running +3" (9" total) 1
2 Athletic Swimming: Swimming +2" (2" total) 1
Cost Talents
12 Combat Luck (6 PD/6 ED)
3 Resistance (3 points)
Cost Perquisites
4 Reputation: Protector of African People (A large group) 11-, +2/+2d6
Cost Skills
10 +1 Overall
10 +2 with HTH Combat
3 Acrobatics 13-
8 AK: Africa 17-
8 Animal Handler (Birds, Bovines, Equines, Felines, Insects & Anthropods, Raptors, Reptiles & Amphibians) 13-
3 Breakfall 13-
3 Climbing 13-
3 Concealment 12-
Everyman Skills
AK: Magadi, Kenya 11-
Acting 8-
Climbing 8-
Concealment 8-
Conversation 8-
Deduction 8-
PS: Superheroine
Paramedics 8-
Persuasion 8-
Shadowing 8-
Stealth 8-
TF: Small Motorized Ground Vehicles
3 KS: Africa 12-
Language: Afrikaans (fluent conversation) (2 Active Points)
Language: Berber (fluent conversation)
Language: English (fluent conversation) (2 Active Points)
Language: French (fluent conversation) (2 Active Points)
Language: Maasai (idiomatic) (4 Active Points)
Language: Portugese (fluent conversation) (2 Active Points)
Language: Swahili (fluent conversation)
7 CuK: Cultures of the Peoples of Africa 16-
3 Paramedics 12-
5 Rapid Attack (HTH)
3 Shadowing 12-
3 Stealth 13-
8 Survival (Temperate/Subtropical, Tropical, Desert, Mountain) 12-
3 Tracking 12-
150+ Disadvantages
15 Dependence: Transplant Medication Takes 3d6 Damage (Uncommon, 1 Day)
20 Hunted: Witch Doctor 8- (Mo Pow, NCI, Harshly Punish)
15 Hunted: Zebra 8- (Mo Pow, Harshly Punish)
15 Physical Limitation: Illiterate (Frequently, Greatly Impairing)
5 Physical Limitation: Susceptibility to Illness (Infrequently, Slightly Impairing)
5 Physical Limitation: Transplant Recipient, Requires Special Medical Care (Infrequently, Slightly Impairing)
10 Psychological Limitation: Adventurous and Funloving (Common, Moderate)
10 Psychological Limitation: Free-Spirited (Common, Moderate)
20 Psychological Limitation: Will Not Kill (Common, Total)
20 Psychological Limitation: Won't Allow Bystanders to Come to Harm (Common, Total)
5 Social Limitation: Exiled from Her Tribe (Occasionally, Minor)
5 Social Limitation: Illiteracy (Frequently, Minor, Not Limiting In Some Cultures)
Heart of Africa | Points Summary
Characteristics Cost: 90 Base Points: 150
Powers Cost: 118 Disadvantages: 145
Talents Cost: 15 Total Experience: 27
Perks Cost: 4 Spent Experience: 27
Martial Arts Cost: 0 Unspent Experience: 0
Skills Cost: 95 Total Points: 322

August 25, 1992

Western Kenya

The dry forest air seemed like a knife in his lungs at the pace that Safari held. While Python, Eland, and the others cleaned up the mess in Kampala, it was Safari who was tasked with pursuing the people that caused it. The others would join him when he finally tracked Purity down to their transport. Eland, the speedster was likely on his way even now.

Despite the dust and dry leaves, the trail was easy enough to follow that any of the others could have done so. But Safari wanted to take down Purity, himself. They had been a plague upon his home Mozambique for too long. They had nearly destroyed him when he was known as Africa, but now he had knowledge to go with his strength, courage, and skill. He knew the weaknesses of each and every one of them. And he was confident in his purpose.

Perhaps overconfident. The trap sprung and Safari did not know even what hit. The nerve blast that struck his back caused him to tumble at 50 kph into the baobab tree. A knife severed his throat less than a second later. And Purity had one less worry.

By the time that Eland and Firewind reached the tree half-a-minute after, Purity was long gone. Firewind carried Eland and Safari as far as she could before she fell of exhaustion. Eland ran, carrying Safari to the hospital in Eldoret.

South of Eldoret

"Wambui?! Wambui?!" Adhiambo called out. She ran to where the others were preparing the cookfires, "Have you seen my daughter, Wambui?"

"I am sorry, Adhiambo, she has not been around here today." The eldest woman replied. "It is uncommon not to see her here."

"Yes, it is uncommon," Adhiambo replied. "She so loves to cook."

At the far side of the camp, a commotion stirred, and Adhiambo, fearful that it might explain her daughter's absence snaked through the crowd of women to see. Her fears were indeed justified, for there laying in the arms of Loiyan was Wambui. Loiyan looked up at Adhiambo and said, "I found your child lying down near the well. Her body is on fire, Adhiambo. She suffers from an illness."

As mother picked up daughter, the others gathered around concerned. Both were well loved in the camp. The mother always willing to give wise advice to others in need and always willing to help others without seeking either material or political recompense; the daughter filled the camp with her brightness and laughter. Someone passed Adhiambo a water-dipped cloth and she pressed it to her daughter's forehead, cheeks, and neck. But this was not enough, would not be enough. Adhiambo looked to her friend who was her husband's sister, "Khatiti, I have heard that there is a doctor in Eldoret for the past year. Would you go with me to take my daughter, your niece, to the town?"

There was a hush because the doctor that Adhiambo spoke of was not a doctor as most of the Maasai knew doctors to be. This doctor was a westerner. Such things were not done. Not by the Maasai. Further, the gangs that roamed the town were not to be trifled with. Still, this was Adhiambo, and she must know what she is doing.

The walk to Eldoret was not an easy one. Wambui was already 12 years old, so she was heavy enough to be difficult to carry. Yet, both Adhiambo and Khatiti were strong women and young, yet. Evading the gangs was even more difficult. Coated with dust on sweat, the two women finally carried the girl into the wood and clay building that bore a sign, which they could not read declaring "Doctors Without Borders/Medecins Sans Frontiers".

The two flies that buzzed about the room flitted from corner to corner, avoiding the draft of the small, but ferociously buzzing fan rotating on the floor. It was dark outside and nearly so inside as well, but for a single small electric lamp which flickered occasionally due to the inconsistent power delivery. Exhausted, Khatiti sat, sleeping on the hard bench, but Adhiambo could not. The life of her daughter was still uncertain. She had not stopped to look at her daughter lying on the cot nearby, her chest wrapped in bandages.

While she understood what Dr. Smith-Jones had told her, Adhiambo could not completely comprehend what had happened. Wambui had an infection that got into the blood; this caused a problem which required the doctors to remove her heart and lungs and put the heart and lungs of a dead man into her.

In the morning, Wambui stirred opening her eyes, but was in obvious pain. She appeared weak, but yet she was alive and Adhiambo was thankful for that. The mother could not help but smile when her daughter even mustered a faint, "Mama."

"Shhh." Adhiambo replied, "The doctor said that you must rest now. But you will be well."

Two men walked into the room. The one on the left was Dr. Smith-Jones, a white man in a white coat from a place called Florida. The one on the right was muscular and wore a tan vest, trousers, and boots and a belt buckle with the likeness of an eland. He seemed a warrior. But by his bearing he seemed a warrior who lost a brother-in-arms.

The doctor greeted mother and daughter in choppy Maasai then went to look at the papers attached to Wambui's cot. The other stood on the other side of the bed, speaking in a foreign tongue to the doctor.

"Mama, it hurts, mama." Wambui said softly, but she didn't cry or scream or even whimper.

Adhiambo's eyes began to water and she soothed her daughter by combing her hair. Thinking of what she must say to her daughter was difficult especially without having slept for some time now.

"Sweet one," the warrior known as Eland said in accented Maasai, "you are brave and that is right. You have in you the heart of a great and courageous man who died in battle against five demons. You have in you the heart of a man who has saved the lives of many innocent people and brought to justice many a villain. You have in you the heart of my friend, the warrior Safari. You have in you the Heart of Africa."

March 20, 2002

It was a bright day on the slopes of snow-capped Kilimanjaro that the secret heroine was finally unmasked. She had saved the tribe and others numerous times from disasters man-made and natural. On that very morning she had caught a trio of poachers who had slain two Maasai and two tourists from America the prior night. But in the process her mask had slipped off, and when she brought the tied perpetrators into the village, there were numerous audible gasps.

It was Wambui, the cook, who was the secret heroine. While the women were grateful and amazed at Wambui, most of the men - the warriors - of the Maasai were ambivalent about it. Her own brother was the one elected by the others to tell her that night that she was to desist from doing warrior's work or leave the tribe. Her own brother!

But how could Wambui do such a thing. She had pledged to Africa at his grave that she would honor his gift. She would protect the children of the Earth. How could she go back on such a promise and live on? She visited her friends, and even her brother. She hugged them and tearfully bade them farewell, then slipped into the night as if she were part of the land itself.


Once long ago, Wambui was a cheery, wide-eyed child. She hasn't lost this completely, but sometimes buries it under a mask of purpose. She knows who it was that gave her the heart and lungs which gave her a second chance at life. She feels that it is her duty - her repayment to Africa - to protect the children of the Earth, both man and animal. In combat, her seriousness seems to actually turn around; she likes to toss jokes around, especially to taunt her opponents.


"The heart which beats in my chest is the heart of Africa."


There are some who believe that Heart of Africa gains her powers from the spirits of the animals of Africa. The few who know about her heart believe that her powers are from Safari's heart and lungs. In reality, she has no powers of her own, but has dedicated her life to uphold the legacy of Safari, also known as Africa. Towards that end, she has strived to learn how to fight evil and has trained extensively. She has learned, through much practice how to use the rungu (Maasai war clubs) in traditional and non-traditional ways.


Wambui is a tall, slender woman, dark of skin and her hair in numerous long beaded braids. She moves about with a natural athletic poise that seems to emulate the animals of her homeland; at times showing the proud bearing of a lioness, the tight wound spring of a crocodile, or grace in speed of a cheetah. As the superheroine, Heart of Africa, she wears as simple mask of ox hide over her eyes, a simple tan cotton vest and shorts. When not in costume, she prefers to wear simple knee-length cotton dresses.