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Ghosts of our Past
Played By: eyefull6970

Ghosts of our Past by eyefull6970

TEAM: Reavers

SECTOR: UPTOWN

KIT CLASS: Overlord


Brutal - 1 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 3
League Losses: 2
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 3
Total Losses: 2
The Athiest - Win 9-7
Johnny Epiphany - Loss 6-9
Tom and Kathy - Win 9-5
Kiki Meow-Meow - Win 11-3
The Reckoning - Loss 6-10

February of 1692 was in the middle of an exceptionally harsh winter that came much too early. The stores they provided for the winter were dwindling fast and soon would be exhausted. In the Parris household, the Indian slave Tituba was preparing the morning meal by baking bread. Mr. Parris, Samuel, came down the stairs and took his morning coffee, a boiled egg, and left for work. Later that morning his daughter, Betty, sat down for eggs, bacon, and warm fresh bread.

With a hot breakfast in her belly, she was off to the local store to pick-up supplies. She was welcomed at the door by the proprietor Ms. Bridget Bishop, a peculiar woman who lost her husband a few years before. Now at sixty, she had settled as a widow.

As Betty patrolled the aisles of the store, her vision started to blur, she began to perspire with fever, and she began to see images and hallucinate. Never experiencing this before she screamed in fear at the sights before her. Weakness overtook her and she fell to the floor in tears. Bridget Bishop ran from behind the counter and took Betty in her arms.

"Send for this child's nanny!" Bridget yelled to a patron who took off at a run. "Don't fear child," She tried to comfort the girl, "we'll have thy to bed in a few moments."

Tituba came running and carried Betty back to the Parris home and sent for the local physician. In bed, Betty vomited repeatedly and had more and more elaborate hallucinations until she was once again screaming in between fits of vomiting.

Hours later, the physician still hadn't found the cause of her illness. He recommended bed rest, regular rose-water baths, and a cleansing of the house from the clergy. Samuel who feared for his daughter's life did all and also called upon William Stoughton, a famous witch hunter. William happened to be traveling through New England and would arrive as soon as possible.

Within a few days, Betty had returned to normal and seemed little worse for the experience. Samuel felt a fool for summoning Stoughton so soon. He would thank the man handsomely and receive him with a hearty meal.

A few days later, Betty was as good as new and feeling healthy again. Samuel had returned to work and finished the preparations for Stoughton's arrival. Betty woke and ate a breakfast of fruit, bread , milk, and eggs. Afterwards she sat in front of the fire reading and writing letters of thanks to all who had called upon her to recover quickly.

Tituba came running into the room when he heard Betty scream. He arrived to find the girl in a pool of vomit, her eyes wide and filled with otherworldly visions of terror. He sent for Samuel at once and then for the physician.

Samuel met William Stoughton at the edge of town. It was the witch hunter's first visit to Salem, Massachusetts and Parris wanted his assistance as soon as possible. Samuel thanked God for his, once thought hasty, now fortunate, foresight. After settling into his room, William visited the Parris home and started his investigation. He retraced Betty's movements through the past few days and began to piece together the "witch's" influence over her.

The first person he interviewed was Samuel Parris. The time line of events didn't support his involvement at all, however.

Tituba was next on his "suspect" list. The slave had arrived from a local Native American Tribe and had been viewed with suspicion at his tribal religion, though a converted Christian. William interviewed him for hours and discovered that the Indian had seen what he called "the Devil", on a few occasions in both male and female form. William Stoughton didn't fully believe Tituba, but he did decide to interview other residents.

Bridget Bishop was next on his list. Because the store was the location of Betty's first episode, he decided to conduct the interview at the location "of the crime". In the end, with the testimony of Betty and three other girls, William accused Bridget of witchcraft, a crime by English law and punishable by death.

Found guilty, Bridget was imprisoned and was hung by the neck on June 10th 1692. Almost Three hundred years later, in the mid 1980's, it was determined that a bacterial poisoning of the bread and flour they used to make the bread, was the cause for the symptoms that plagued the girls. That did nothing for the nineteen men and women who were hung between June and September that year.

What William Stoughton didn't realize was that Bridget Bishop was in fact a true witch. Moving to America to escape the religious persecution of her people, she settled in the quiet town of Salem. While incarcerated and awaiting execution, Bridget prepared a spell that would allow her soul and powers to enter her brooch at the moment of her death. With this knowledge, she quietly accepted her physical death. Her vitality would survive.

 

Personality: Penelope Bishop was touring the antique shop on her usual Saturday morning outing. Amongst the dust-covered jewelry, a glimmer of a Red Ruby caught her attention. Without a second thought, she was out the door and guarding the brooch for dear life.

She walked into her house and proceeded straight up the stairs to her room. The only thought in her mind was to protect this piece of fine craftsmanship from any prying eyes. This was hers alone.

When she woke the next morning, Penelope couldn't open her fingers. She had slept with the brooch clutched to her breast.

All she thought about was the pin, the entire work day was filled with the wondering of who could have given away such a prize. She would find out, but until then, she was content to wear it around proudly.

 

Strength:

 

Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).
Agility:

 

Weak BELOW normal human agility.
Slow and uncoordinated.
Body:

 

Weak BELOW normal human endurance.
Goes down easy and stays there.
Mind:

 

Weak BELOW normal human mental power.
Not the sharpest tack in the drawer.

Bridget

  • Power: Phasing
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Kit Power Link: Overlord
(Excerpt from diary of Penelope Bishop)

June 7th... I don't know what is happening! All I can think about is that Brooch. I know it's an unhealthy obsession but, I can't get it out of my head.

I found myself pacing outside the (arena's today. I don't know how I got there. I was supposed to be at work three hours before, but somehow, I know I came straight there. It was scary. I felt both fear and pain, but I don't know where they came from.

June 8th...Alright! Enough is enough! I have to get rid of this thing. I was at the arena's again today. This time, however, I was sitting in the stands. ME! Prim and Proper me! Screaming for them to kill each other. What is happening? I'm scared now.

June 9th...I couldn't do it. I couldn't let thee loose. 'Tis the heart of thine. Why did I write that? I does not know the reason for the change upon my heart, but it does light with joy.

The just vengeance of three hundred years shall be upon thee when thee returns.

June 10th...She talked to me today.came to me in my dreams. I know what she wants me to do. She told me of her life and what happened to her, and, in some weird way, to me. It was my first battle in the arena's. It was amazing!

As she used my body to vent her justice upon evil, I witnessed fantastic things, things beyond comprehension. One minute I felt full and solid. The next I felt as if the slightest breeze could tear me apart.

Suddenly, a band of people came rushing around the corner. Fear welled in my throat, my lips were dry, hands shook, and I wanted to scream! And then, she was there. In my head. She calmed me down and explained everything to me.

She said these people wanted to kill me, us, because this was the arena and fights are to the death. What better way to legally take vengeance upon evil.

I watched in wonder as all manner of things were hurled at us. Rocks, arrows, bullets, fireballs, lazers, energy blasts, and even a stray rocket passed through us. I felt a tingle but nothing else.

"To protect thee child, I have brought thee within the brooch and taken thy place. Thy psychic impression is all that lingers so thy is aware of everything."

Mental Defense

  • Power: Mental Defense
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Kit Power Link: Overlord
  • Reinforced Defenses Defense blocks Armor Piercing attacks.
"I will take thee within the realms of my power." Bridget announced within my head. "Look and wonder."

The group of people parted and an unusually dressed individual stepped forward.

"Poor boy thinks he has the power to undo my soul. Foolish boy. I have studied for over fifty years before my physical death and over three hundred years after."

The funny dressed man tried many different things, Bridget said to me. But nothing could match her power.

Earth Worship

  • Power: Gravity
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Overlord
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
"Enough!" Bridget shouted through me.

I felt her extend our arms parallel to the ground, palms faced down. I had immense power course from our arms and the group of people reacted. They were slammed to the ground and couldn't move.

"Now watch child. The vengeance of the ages has begun!" With these words, we slowly began to lower our arms. The people began to sink into the firm ground as if they were in a marsh. The breath was crushed from their lungs, weapons flattened and unusable, and the very ground compressed into itself.

With a final downward movement of our hands, the peoples bodies crushed unto themselves turning their organs and bones into an unrecognizable jelly. Multiple waves of fighters ended the same way. A waste of life.

Frost Touch

  • Power: Cold
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Overlord
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
  • Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are not Reinforced.
It was twenty or thirty minutes of quiet peace save the running jelly. Reading my thoughts she surprised me by speaking.

"No, 'tis not through yet. There is a signal for the end of each match. We will still battle."

Vibration disturbing the atmosphere around us told how true her words were. A giant metal clad suit entered our field of vision.

Like before I felt the flow of power. It slowed the beast down, but the armor was too strong to be truly damaged.

"If the mouse is hiding, destroy the house." The parable invoked images of children at play.

Raising one of our arms, I could feel the increased flow as it compensated. The free arm we extended in front of us and opened our fingers.

Something like a cool breeze flowed from our fingers. Frost formed on the grass and lead a path directly toward the beast.

Great waves of white frost engulfed the armored suit. Thrash and move as it may, it only allowed the icy touch to enter the joints and seems of the suit quicker.

Bridget explained the sequence of events that was happening. The gravitational pull was slowing its movements down enough that the cold could grasp a hold. When water molecules freeze, they grow and form sharp edges like a snowflake. Eventually these points will tear fuel and hydrolic lines apart.

The skin of the person inside the suit will be frost burnt and sticking to the metal around it. Heating elements are shutting down and the moisture inside the suit will be coating everything in a layer of ice. The expansion of the water molecules forces the beast apart at the seems and the person inside is now unable to move.

This happened within minutes and eventually the suit ended as an ice sculpture.. Bridget increased the gravity and the limbs of the beast fell off. The person inside was suffocated, frost bit, and had large patches of skin stuck to the interior of the suit.

"My child, thy has witnessed the beginning of the righting a wrong three hundred years old. Let us go together and redefine justice!"