Character Points: 326

Body 3 Mind 5 Soul 5
HP 65 EP 75 ACV 6/9 DCV 6 DMG x5 Shock 10 AR 4
                  
Attribute/Skill (Level/Total Cost) Notes      
Tough (2/4)
Attack Combat Mastery (2/20)
Defense Combat Mastery (2/20)
Ranged Attack (Danmaku) (3/9) ACV +3      
Mind Shield (3/6) Mind/Soul+3 vs Mind rolls
Jumping (2/4) 10 meters jumps      
Flight (1/8)
Dynamic Power (Waves) (2/60)
Combat Technique (6/6) Blind Shooting, Deflection, Far Shot, Judge Opponent, Multiple Targets, Precise Aim      
Armour (2/4) AR+4      
Invisibility (3/18) Against Vision, Hearing, Smell      
Features (2/2) Longevity, Moon Rabit      
Extra Actions (2/30)
Dynamic Powers (Manipulation of Wavelength) (1/30)
Skill: Area Knowledge (Eientei & Bamboo Forest) (3/3)
Skill: Domestic Arts (4/4)         
Skill: Medical (3/6)
Weapon "Illusionary Blast" 2/2 Range 1, Activated -1      
Weapon "Stare of the Hazy Phantom Moon (Lunatic Red Eyes)" (5/11) Area 2, Activated -1   
Weapon Fascination "Corolla Glance (Crown Vision)" (4/6) Range 1, Autofire 3, Activated -1      
Weapon Poison Smokescreen "Gas-Woven Orb" (3/5) Range 1, Continuing 3, Activated -1      
Skeleton in the Closet (-2) Runaway from Moon's War         

[...]Papo de anos pra terminar 1 unico conflito.

“With each passing decade, we fall further into darkness. Science is forgotten and learning mocked. Once-proud universities are either empty or smoking rubble, and things that were child’s play for our ancestors are impossible for us. More than two centuries have passed since a newly-build starship last roamed the Sphere. Even the instruments of war grow more primative, though no less deadly. Our huge war machines, the BattleMechs, can no longer be built, and the Successor Warlords must strip their wrecked machines to find the needed spare parts. We have become nothing more than carrion birds feeding on the wreck of our own civilization.


“Some say the roots of this nightmare lie far in the past. Some say they lie within the soul of Man himself…”

“With each passing decade, we fall further into darkness. Science is forgotten and learning mocked. Once-proud universities are either empty or smoking rubble, and things that were child’s play for our ancestors are impossible for us. More than two centuries have passed since a newly-build starship last roamed the Sphere. Even the instruments of war grow more primative, though no less deadly. Our huge war machines, the BattleMechs, can no longer be built, and the Successor Warlords must strip their wrecked machines to find the needed spare parts. We have become nothing more than carrion birds feeding on the wreck of our own civilization.


“Some say the roots of this nightmare lie far in the past. Some say they lie within the soul of Man himself…”

É, parece que ouviram minhas preces. [...]