Amazon (Amy Allen)

[Amazon]

Amazon (Amy Allen)

Code Name: Amazon
Real Name: Amy Allen
Identity: Secret, but only because it's more fun that way. If it gets annoying, she won't bother.
Legal Status: Citizen of Canada with no criminal record, still a minor.
Height: 4'10"/6'4" as Amazon
Weight: 80 lbs/180lbs as Amazon (though doesn't look it)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Age: 11 years/Appears 25ish as Amazon

Place of Birth: London, Ontario, Canada
Known Relatives: Edward Allen (father; missing, presumed dead), Katherine Allen (mother; missing, presumed dead), Gary Weston (uncle; creepy, presumed evil), Richard Allen (Grandfather; old, presumed — actually very — senile)
Resources: Her parents' bank accounts are actually rather impressive and — assuming that they are in fact dead — she stands to receive a substantial inheritance... not that she's even remotely aware of such nor able to claim it for herself at her current age. Unfortunately, that leaves her effectively broke.
Languages: English, a little French (not by choice) and had started learning some Latin from her parents, but hasn't progressed very far yet.
Group Affiliation: Tribal

Amy
Fighting: Feeble (02)
Agility: Good (10)
Strength: Feeble (02)
Endurance: Good (10)
Reason: Typical (06)
Intuition: Typical (06)
Psyche: Poor (04)

Health: 24
Karma: 16
Resources: Feeble (02)
Popularity: 10

Powers:
Alter Ego: Amazon

Talents:
Languages
Reserved: Heir to Fortune

Contacts:
None


Amazon
Fighting: Remarkable (30) / Incredible (40) with melee weapons
Agility: Remarkable (30)
Strength: Monstrous (75)
Endurance: Incredible (40)
Reason: Typical (06)
Intuition: Typical (06)
Psyche: Poor (04)

Health: 175
Karma: 16
Resources: Feeble (02)
Popularity: 20

Powers:
Armor Skin: Good (10)

Regeneration: Good (10)

Emotion Control: Incredible (40)
Only animals.

Talents:
Animal Training
Weapon Skill: Blunt Weapons
Weapon Skill: Sharp Weapons

Contacts:
None

Powers: Amy has the power to call upon the spirits of the ancient Amazons, and their goddess Athena, whose blood — although diluted with the many generations between — flows in her veins. It is when she summons forth this power that she transforms from little girl to Amazon warrioress with strength far beyond mortal man (and even mortal women).

The Sword of Ephesus — The sword carried by Amazon, this weapon was originally believed to be purely ornamental, its construction useless in combat. The archeologists who discovered it or Amy's parents, who studied its mysteries, could never have guessed that it bore a powerful enchantment which was just waiting for the proper wielder to claim it. A blade of pure silver mounted in a hilt of gold, it practically glows with mystic energy now that it is active, but before it bonded with Amy, it's curious duality had left many scholars of the ancient Greeks entirely stumped.

At the heart of the confusion was that one side of the weapon was decorated in apparent honour to the goddess Athena, while the other to the goddess Artemis. While a large turquoise capped the pommel (one of the few commonalities between the two goddesses), one side of the hilt is embedded with a pair of rubies and a star sapphire while the other sparkles with two diamonds and a moonstone. This evidence of double worship continues on the blade with each side bearing engravings honouring one of the goddesses. On each side, immediately above the hilt's cross-guard is a design representing a dove (another common emblem for the two), but that is the extent of the similarities, with much of the remaining being near opposites.

On Athena's side, intricate designs begin at the hilt with a cat's eye, an owl and an eagle flanking each other above that, then a sun emblem and a pair of intertwined snakes reaching to the tip. On the side dedicated to Artemis, the details begin with the dove, then a dogs face, howling, followed by a bear and horse which face each other, a crescent moon and intertwined honeysuckle and thistle plants extending the remaining length of the blade.

Mystically sharp and double-edged, the sword can cut through virtually anything, from flesh to solid steel, if sufficient force is put behind the swing (which is generally not a problem for her to provide). Thus far the weapon has also proven indestructible and it is unknown whether anything can actually bend or break it. Regardless, it never notches in combat and has been used as a pry bar in several cases.

As Amy — Nothing really special about her, she's a pretty typical pre-teen, although she has a lot of potential on the upside. Physically fit, she's still not very strong and not much of a fighter, but she is pretty quick and can be hard to get a hold of (much like any kid, really). She is rather intelligent and has great problem solving skills for her age, but in terms of knowledge, she's not very worldly. The only thing outwardly extraordinary about her is that she does tend to heal very quickly, though not to the degree to which Amazon can. She also has an exceptionally active metabolism, meaning she can (and does) eat like a horse and not gain a pound, presumably a side-effect of her transformation process.

The Transformation — Although mystically based and granted through contact with the sword she carries as Amazon, it is part of the transformation and has already done its work. In fact, the sword now only appears when she has transformed and vanishes when she reverts to her true form (even if she's not holding it at the time). As Amazon, she always appears dressed in a studded leather outfit which reveals quite a bit, but is obviously a warrior's garb. The clothes, like the sword, can be dropped/removed, but vanish should she revert to her natural form. Should she put on some kind other clothing, either on top of or in place of her normal clothes, they would not vanish and she'd still be wearing them, though they'd likely not fit very well at all. Additionally, anything she was wearing before transforming to Amazon is still worn when she reverts back (so no trying to put on the coveralls before shifting, they'd just disappear too, until she changed back).

The transformation itself comes in the form of a soft, blue-green light which momentarily hides her from sight and brief, but strong winds which swirl around her. As the light and wind fades away, Amazon stands where the child once had. The childlike beauty of her natural form is greatly intensified in her adult body, showing the pinnacle of what she could be — very definitely of super-model quality. Shifting back is similar, but has only the light, not the winds.

While in her Amazon form, she requires no food or drink (although she is certainly able to do so) at all and even no need for sleep, however, when she reverts to her mortal form she must make up the difference. Very often, when she has held her Amazon form for more than a day, finds herself completely overcome by weariness and will pass out immediately upon returning to her true form, awakening after several hours with a ravenous appetite (unless she actually did eat as Amazon, in which case she'll only be "really hungry"). Also, after a day or so in her Amazon form, she begins getting increasingly painful headaches. While she doesn't physically tire, her mind grows more and more weary until the pain becomes unbearable and she has to shift back. Thus far she has not been able to hold the form for three full days, though this may become less a problem as she ages.

The Powers of Amazon

Physical Powerhouse — Physically speaking, she's nearly a goddess in her Amazon form. Her speed and agility rank up with Olympic-level athletes — impressive, indeed, but not superhuman — and she is the very height of grace in all her movements. Her strength and endurance, however, are very much beyond mortal capabilities. She is extremely strong and can deal devastating blows, lift an extraordinary amount of weight, as well as jump more than ten feet off the ground from a standing position.

Healing — Able to run incredible distances without getting winded, her body is somewhat damage resistant and she neither bruises nor cuts easily. She's not bullet-proof, but close to it. Added to this is a remarkable healing factor which can repair damage which is done at a rapid rate. While far from indestructible, it does make her a very difficult opponent to bring down.

Natural Fighting Ability — While in her Amazon persona, Amy is able to use virtually any melee weapon with skill and competence, purely on an instinctual level. Her specialty, not surprisingly, is with swords. She is a master swordswoman, on par with the greatest Earth has to offer, and could be quite lethal if she had the heart for it. She would also prove very effective with a bow, but has not yet had the opportunity to discover this. This instinctual fighting ability also makes her a more than proficient unarmed combatant and while she doesn't use any particular style of martial arts she does (bearing in mind that there's still an eleven year old girl in there) watch a lot of TV and her fighting tends to be pretty flashy. Still, thanks to her skill and physical capabilities, she manages to make it work rather effectively.

[Amazon]

Affinity Towards Animals — While not able to control them, per se, animals both wild and domesticated tend to take an immediate liking towards her, sensing a friend. Thus she is able to approach and touch wild animals and make friends even with typically skittish or hostile ones. Rabid, deranged or enraged animals (such as a pitbull gone berserk or one which is starving) are still quite dangerous, but might be calmed if approached cautiously or held and pinned while she soothed it. Reptiles, in general, are less affected by this power, though that's perhaps because she's less comfortable with them. She prefers the fuzzy ones.

Equipment: She's just happy to have the clothes on her back and a bite to eat. As Amazon she does, naturally, carry her sword.

Personality: Remarkably intelligent for her age and extremely curious, Amy has a very adventurous spirit and something of a Tomboy. She's always exploring, seeking out interesting new things and she's never afraid to get a little dirty in the process, but she is (fortunately) not the type to push buttons without first discovering what they do — not that she doesn't want to push the buttons. She is quite playful, tending to see her adventures as Amazon as a grand game, meaning she doesn't always take it as seriously as she perhaps should until the "game" starts going badly. Young at heart as well as in body (at least her natural form), she is often ruled by her emotions, be they anger, fear or joy.

She doesn't truly want to hurt anyone and often uses the flat of her blade when striking people and avoids even that in most cases, preferring to disarm and scare off opponents. Still, in bouts of anger, she may be at risk of harming someone without really intending to, especially given her strength as Amazon and the lethality of her weapon. She doesn't like guns (they're not fair!) and would refuse to use them even if she had the opportunity.

She is both a believer of magic as well as the concept of good versus evil. They're not merely ideas to her, they're simple reality. Of course, she also believes in Santa Claus, ghosts, dragons and other creatures of myth. Not surprising considering she regularly speaks to the Greek goddesses Athena and Artemis. She truly believes and worships them, considering them to be both her protectors and her guides, and feels it's her duty to use the power they've granted her in the best way possible. Perhaps it is the influence of these two goddesses which make her so protective of animals and feel the need to help her fellow man whenever possible.

Athena and Artemis — Amy will often, in both forms, carry on conversations with her goddesses, Athena and Artemis, whom no one else can see or hear. Whether or not this is, in fact, the Greek goddesses who grant her power, imaginary friends or a sign of psychosis is impossible for anyone to tell given the nature of her power and her mental age. Still, whether a part of her subconscious or the goddesses themselves, they do provide her with information and advice, as well as friends she can trust. The two do, however, sometimes give contradictory suggestions and don't always agree on the proper course of action, leaving it to Amy to ultimately decide and seemingly content to accept her decision.

Education: As a particularly bright child and a quick study, Amy has spent the past few years in a "gifted" education program for advanced learning. As such, she is quite adept at math, even advanced levels (though she positively hates calculus and wants nothing to do with it) as well as a good foundation of knowledge in sciences, English and history. History, thanks to her parents influence, is of particular interest to her. That (and a lot of fantasy TV shows and movies) are perhaps the basis for a lot of her knowledge regarding the ancient world (particularly Rome), but she does seem to know a great deal of unusual information. In addition, she is an accomplished pianist for her age and takes great pleasure in any opportunity she gets to play. She hopes to learn the flute, in Athena's honour, but hasn't had the chance.

Weaknesses: Particularly vulnerable in her natural form, she also operates with a child's view of the world in either form, which can limit her understanding of some things. She's also limited in her education, simply due to age and despite her placement within a "gifted" program for the past few years. It's very possible she has greater knowledge and understanding of the ancient world than the modern one. Her level of sanity is also in question, as she can provide no real evidence that Athena and Artemis truly do communicate with her and she could be completely delusional about the whole thing.

Additionally, there are the restrictions on the duration for which she can remain in her Amazon form and the problems of sleep and hunger upon her return to her natural form. More important is that she has to speak specific phrases in order to call on the powers of Amazon and also to revert to her true form. At some point, when she is older, she may learn to transform without the vocal element, but for the foreseeable future, the trigger is necessary. In order to change to Amazon, Amy must speak the words "For justice and honour. To protect the innocent. The spirit of the Amazons lives within me!" When she decides to return to her natural form, the phrase is a much simpler "Rest now, spirit of the Amazons."

History: Amy was born in the city of London, Ontario in Canada to a pair of very loving parents, Edward and Katherine Allen, but moved to Toronto, Ontario at the age of four. Her parents were both noted professors of ancient history, specializing in different areas but with a shared love for the ancient Greek civilization and the various societies of the age. It was that interest which brought them to Toronto, where they taught at the university and also worked at the historical museum, becoming well-known in archeological circles as foremost experts on all things ancient Greece.

In much the same way, that keen interest and expertise led them to New York, New York, where they would begin to study a freshly discovered treasure trove of artifacts. Amy was ten when they moved the second time, though it was never intended to be a permanent home. The intent had been for them to do a thorough study of the artifacts, then return home to Canada, another set of amazing finds and incredible insights into the past under their belt. Things did not go as planned.

After a little more than seven months of research into the fantastic and extremely valuable artifacts, there was a break-in at the museum-owned property where the various ancient weapons and tools were being examined. It was also, unknown to the thieves, the temporary home of the Allens, allowing them to work where they lived. With alarms ringing loudly throughout the building, Edward and Katherine went to investigate, more concerned with their prized work than their own safety, instructing Amy to stay in her room until they came back for her.

As part of the thieves' plan to cover their tracks, a fire was lit in the building which would gut a considerable portion of it before the fire department were able to extinguish the blaze. In the end, many of the precious artifacts would be declared stolen and some destroyed by the fire, and Amy's parents had disappeared. While they would originally be suspects as part of the investigation, there seemed to be little motivation as some of the most valuable pieces were still safely locked away in the on-site vault (to which the Allens both knew the combination) and they had left considerable amounts of money untouched in their bank accounts.

It wasn't long after the disappearance of her parents that Amy's uncle Gary appeared, a surprise to say the least, but still laying claim to his responsibility to the child as her only known relative outside of her grandfather, who was already in private care himself. Gary Weston, however, creeped her out and had only ever contacted her mother when he needed money, which usually happened every year or two. Despite this, local authorities turned the girl over to him for lack of anything more appropriate, especially given that she wasn't even an American citizen.

Assuring the authorities and the museum officials that they'd only remain for a couple days in the hopes of her parents' return, Gary took up residence in the Allen's house, but his true intent quickly came to the forefront once he had Amy alone. He wanted the combination for the vault, feeling certain that Amy would know it. She did, and with a gun to her head, she reluctantly supplied it, opening the vault. Once inside, Gary quickly grabbed a few of the more easily pocketed treasures, then locked her inside the vault while he went to prepare his van for loading. Alone and scared, Amy was left in complete darkness with no escape and unsure if she wasn't better off left that way than to have her uncle return. She didn't like the way he looked at her.

As it turned out, she wasn't so alone as she'd thought, hearing soft, whispered voices calling to her, telling her to follow their sound. With few options available she gave into her curiosity and obeyed, moving slowly through the darkness until she stumbled upon the Sword of Ephesus. Just the touch of the weapon soothed her spirit and she felt an immediate connection to it, the voices growing stronger in her mind. They told her the words she needed to say and, just as Gary returned to the vault, she transformed for the first time. The warrior woman Gary found inside the vault was not what he expected.

[Amazon]

After a brief and largely one-sided fight, Gary managed to escape, though Amy — now in the form of Amazon — gave chase. Still, quick though she was, she couldn't keep up with his van and he did eventually outdistance her. Unfortunately, not before she became thoroughly lost in a city she barely knew. In the weeks since, she has avoided authorities, determined that they would just put her in an orphanage or foster care, a fate she did not desire. She was, after all, a super hero now. While still learning the extent of her abilities, she has happily and enthusiastically applied them to helping out the less fortunate whenever possible, following the guidance of her goddesses. She still dreams of the day that she'll find her parents, feeling certain that they still live somewhere, but in the meantime, she intends to honour them even as she lives every child's dream.

Secret Origin (Sample RP)

Amy looked up at the man, utter terror in her eyes. Her mother's brother, he possessed her grandfather's height and broad shoulders, standing a couple inches over six feet. His large, round gut was something solely his, something Amy had heard her parents refer to as a "beer belly", which she was certain related somehow to the amount of alcohol he reportedly consumed. The extra bulk in the middle made him no less frightening as he dwarfed her in both size and strength. To have his fingers wrapped firmly around her wrist so tightly that he was leaving bruises — well, that just added to the effect, as it was intended.

They stood in what had been her parents' workplace for the past several months, though now the room looked a lot less hospitable than on her last visit. Last time there had been ancient armour, weapons, tools and sculptures everywhere, shelves lined with them. Now it was all gone, all that was left of the shelves were charred chunks of wood. All the artifacts which had survived the fire and hadn't been stolen — and weren't in the vault all along — had been taken away so that other researchers could attempt to save as much as possible. Amy's parents would've been helping too, except no one had seen or heard from them since the fire, two days ago.

That alone had been enough to make a normally outgoing child become shy and skittish. She wanted her parents back. When her uncle had shown up to claim her from the police, promising to look after her until her parents returned... she'd had a bad feeling about it right from the start. Unfortunately, the police administration saw it as one less problem to worry about and happily took him up on the offer, even putting pressure on the museum to agree to her Uncle Gary's request to spend the night on their property, fire-damaged or not.

He hadn't waited long to reveal his true agenda to the girl, not even a full hour after they'd arrived "home". With a somewhat olive complexion — a bit of that Greek heritage peeking through the genetics — Gary had short, dark hair and bushy eyebrows which knit together over equally dark eyes. When he tried, such as when he was speaking to the local authorities, he had a face that could appear quite earnest and friendly, but it was all a charade. A facade which vanished the instant he was certain they were alone.

He hadn't wasted any time in dragging her out to the ruined storage room and to the vault door, shoving her roughly into the cold metal of it. Black soot covered it, wiping off onto her arm, shoulder and back as she caught herself from falling only to find Gary standing over her. In one hand he held a heavy flashlight and in the other a freshly drawn snub-nosed revolver. She didn't know what kind it was, she didn't have to. They all did the same thing.

"Open it!" He snarled at her, prodding her with the gun. Her life meant nothing to him and she could see that in his eyes, along with another glint that she didn't like at all. There was something about the man that made her skin crawl even at the best of times.

Still, she had a problem. "I can't!" Sure, she'd been out there with her parents, even went in the vault, but she hadn't paid that much attention to it and she'd been told never to go into it alone.

The hammer was drawn back on the handgun, a threatening click filling the darkness around them as he spoke in calm, sinister tones. "Then you better be very lucky. You've got two tries." He tapped on her arm with the flashlight to prompt her to turn around and face the combination tumbler on the vault, then stood there, watching her intently. "Think of it like a game."

She hesitated at first, too scared to think, but tried to calm herself with thoughts of her favourite television heroes. What would Xena do? She bit her lip, thinking that Xena would just beat the guy up. She could only wish for so much. Still, she knew that doing nothing would get her shot, so she forced herself to act brave, even if she didn't feel it.

A small hand wiped at the filth covering the tumbler's numbers as she tried desperately to remember the numbers her dad had used when he'd brought her in there the previous week. It was slow coming — it felt like an eternity to Amy — but she managed to picture them in her mind and began to slowly turn the large dial. Four... eight... nine... five. Nothing. She bit her lip, certain that those were the numbers she'd seen. What had she done wrong?

The small steel pipe which was pressed to the back of her head was warning enough that she'd best not fail a second time. She couldn't suppress the frightened whimper that escaped her lips, seemingly pleasing to her uncle's ears as he gave a short, deep chuckle. "C'mon, sweetheart, make Uncle Gary proud."

She shivered involuntarily, mentally racing through her memories, searching for her mistake. Had she gotten them in the wrong order? No. Of that she was certain, but then what? Her head perked up a bit, her eyes widening as she realized that she'd seen the "nine" from the side... and it had been upside down. Not a nine at all, but rather a six. She quickly dialed in the correct sequence, relieved beyond words when the mechanisms within the door caught, the lock springing open.

The relief didn't last long, as she was abruptly forced inside the vault the moment it had opened, shoved from behind by Gary's foot. Stumbling inside, Amy fell to the ground even as her uncle scanned the vault's interior with his flashlight. He was quite pleased with what he saw. This was where all the truly valuable finds had been stored, the ones that went beyond historical significance. Gold and silver, jewelry and ivory carvings. These he could sell to almost anyone, if only for the raw materials.

Holstering his revolver, he wasted no time in grabbing the first few trinkets he saw, pocketing them hastily, even as he laughed in glee. Turning back towards the door, he sneered down at Amy as she tried to push herself to her feet, taking the time to plant a powerful kick into her stomach before exiting the vault. "Now you just stay put, sweetheart, I'll be back soon enough." The next instant, the vault door slammed shut and she was sealed in absolute darkness, alone and scared.

Or, perhaps, not so alone, as mere moments later, she heard a voice call out to her. Do not fear, child. Your destiny is at hand. It was soft and sort of comforting — definitely feminine, but with a great strength to it. Amy froze in place at the whisper-quiet voice, straining to see through the impenetrable darkness and find the source. It's okay, kid, you can trust us. Another voice, seemingly younger, but still that of a woman, full of confidence Amy could only wish she felt. Follow the sound of our voices. Find the Sword of Ephesus.

Ephesus? Amy's brow furled in thought, knowing that name. Much of the pieces her parents had been studying, including virtually everything in the vault, had been dubbed the treasure of Ephesus, after an ancient city. Still, she didn't know anything about a sword. Sitting up, she rubbed at her stomach, the ache from where she'd been kicked making it seem to throb. "Who's there? Where are you?"

There is no time for questions, child, you must hurry, before he returns. Amy frowned slightly, but started moving in the direction from which the voices appeared to originate. She didn't like the idea of crawling around blindly in a cramped and crowded room, especially given that she was to do so purely on the trust of two women she couldn't even see. Not to mention that she was quite sure that no one else had been in the room. Still, it wasn't like she had many other options.

It didn't take her long to reach the metal shelving, which she used to aid her in standing, gripping each shelf in turn as she rose. "Now what?" She asked in a whisper, happy to have something to hold onto, but still completely unable to see. Reach forward, child, and take the sword before you.

She has a name, you know. The second voice seemed to chastise the first, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. Just follow your instincts, Amy. Show us some faith and reach to where you think the sword should be. Just remember to grab the hilt, okay?

They knew her name? Now she was really confused, but again, what other choice did she have? Closing her eyes — since she was blind in the dark anyway — Amy took a deep breath and reached out to the shelf which sat eye-level with her. It was an awkward angle from which to grab something, but her aim was true, her fingers finding the grip of a sword. Excellent, child — Amy The elder voice corrected herself before continuing. Now take it in hand and raise it high!


((continued))

[Amazon]

Taking it in hand was the easy part. Raising it high? Not so simple. The weapon was incredibly heavy and, while she succeeded in dragging it down from the shelf, lifting its blade was far more difficult. The moment the sword's full weight was in her hands, the tip quickly fell to the ground with a dull clank which accompanied Amy's startled squeak. "It's... it's too heavy, I'll never be able to fight him with this!"

Take it easy, kiddo, that's what we're here for. Now you've just got to repeat after us. Amy's eyes suddenly flicked in the direction of the vault door, hearing the dial turning. "What words? What words?!"

For justice and honour!

"For... ?" Amy paused, confused, then licked her lips and took a slow breath before starting over. "For justice and honour."

To defend the innocent.

"To defend the innocent." The second sentence came out more confidently, as she already felt her strength beginning to grow, a power welling up from deep within her. A breeze began to swirl within the confines of the vault and a blue-green light appeared around her, casting back the darkness. The tip of the blade lifted from the ground and began rising towards the sky.

The spirit of the Amazon lives within me! The spirit of the Amazon lives within me! The two voices spoke as one as they called out the final words for her to speak and she called those words back to them with just as much strength as they. "The spirit of the Amazons lives within me!"

Heavy winds whipped round the vault's interior, knocking many items off their shelves and sending Amy's hair reaching out in every direction. The light shone brighter and brighter still, until even had someone been within the room, they would not have been able to see the girl. A moment later, and the girl wasn't there to see. Instead, there stood Amazon.

That's it!

"That's it!" The younger voice laughed with mirth at her last words, correcting her with a smile in the disembodied voice. You didn't have to repeat that part. "Oh."

Any embarrassment at her error quickly disappeared as she took a brief moment to look down at her new body. Tall and beautiful, strong and lithe, the warrior maiden stood with sword held high as the light dimmed and then faded completely. A moment later that light was replaced by the harsh white glow of Gary's flashlight. The vault door swung open to reveal her uncle, once again holding both flashlight and gun. He was already speaking even before he could see inside. "Hey, sweetie, I'm back. And once I clear this place out, you and I are gonna play another little game."

As the beam of light came first to fall on her booted feet, then swiftly rise up to her face, he was too stunned to do much more than stammer out a "W-w-who are you? How-how'd you get in h- here?" Had he been given enough time, he would've stopped to think about her beauty and the leather outfit she wore, but with a brilliant smile and a slight sideways tilt to her head, she interrupted that train of thought before it could start.

"Another game?" Her voice was smooth, but still held a childlike innocence to it, even as she leveled the jeweled sword at her uncle. "Nah, I like this game."

[Amazon]

Whew... that's all of it. ;P

One final note. Just to clarify, Artemis and Athena have no physical or otherwise visible manifestations whatsoever. While a telepathic probe would indicate that she does, in fact, hear the voices (and might even over hear them), there's no way to tell if they're really the voices of the gods... or just the delusions of a little girl who's had to grow up too fast.

Thanks for reading!

[Amazon]

Just tacking this on as a record of AP.

Of Beginnings: 45 points
The Prometheus Project: 50 points

Subtotal: 95 points
Used: 0 points
Total: 95 points