Employee of the Month
Grave13

::Today we are gathered in the PUAD’s main conference room. Deans and Professors are gathered around the conference table on the main floor while the remainder of the members are seated in chairs that surround.:: ::Mercury47 stand up holding a few note cards in her hand:: “We are gathered here today to honor another wonderful member and phenomenal hero. Grave13’s life has always been a mystery to us. But this mysterious hero has proven to be a very important asset to the Archeology Department. I remember being a little weary of Bolt Crank’s new recruit, but he has proven to be an amazing hero and an outstanding member of this Super Group. Please join me in honoring our July Employee of the Month, Grave13!”

::Mercury47 presses a few buttons and the holodisplay on the conference table flickers on::

PUAD Info Report

RE: Grave13 History

The subject, Grave13, has traveled a peculiar path to our vaulted halls. Believed to have been originally unearthed by members of The Banished Pantheon looking for corpses to reanimate. It is unclear whether TBP animated Grave13, or some other power, as the subject quickly dispatched all members of the group involved. During this time, the subject possessed no memories, and had the IQ of a 4 year old. All he carried with him from the crypt where he had lay was the ID number 13. A search though records on who had been buried there has proved fruitless, as all information on the site either was destroyed during many villainous raids on the city’s records office or never existed. A subsequent visit has established that one other body was buried in the crypt; its location at this time is unknown.

Upon reaching the streets, the subject was taken in by friendly supers that guided him though a time growth. His powers continued to grow, as did his IQ. While at first he was prone to tantrums and mood swings, he now appears to have stabilized around a mental age of 20. It was about this time that he came to the attention to the PUAD, as his history defiantly appeared to full under our sphere of expertise. Since arriving, he has continued with his fight against crime and villains, a trait we believe can be traced back to his formative few days when he was guided by other supers. Many studies have been conducted on to the reason for his coal coloration, and the only result is that it is connected to whatever process animated him.

TRugana’s Journal AKA The Caster

It is with great dread and sorrow that I reflect on a time 50 years ago when I left adventuring. I travel this road of memory only because of recent events that have come to my attention. I only pray that my divinations are, for the first time, wrong. It all started when I began tracking down a fiend named Doctor Fantastic, a villain I had tangled with over the years. His schemes where growing more erratic and desperate and I hoped that I could finally chase him into retirement; little did I know it would end with mine. He had just raided a warehouse and made off with enough gadgets and gizmos to build Zal only knows what, and I gave chase. In hindsight if I had been a little more tech savvy I could have guessed what I was about to walk into, but no, forward I rushed tracking him to one of his many bases.

When I entered, I cast a cantrip to mask my steps, a futile action given the shouting and clanging of heavy machinery. I moved quickly keeping an eye out for sentry bots, hoping I could catch the Doc out of his suit of armor while he was working on whatever he was inventing. When I rounded the corner I saw a plane being loaded, and a large screw device pointed down. Unfortunately the Doc’s flunky LA Alpha saw me as well, damn his heightened senses. The Doc was in a new suit of armor, and I barely got a shield spell off before he pointed and unleashed a beam at me. What followed was your standard fight, trading verbal barbs, magic blasts and ray gun fire. During this, of course, the Doc yelled for his lackeys to continue loading his “starship,” then he told me his plan. The giant screw was a bomb meant to destabilize the “tectonic plates” he called them, and that the world would be devastated and reshaped. He planed to wait in space, and then return to earth to rescue the survivors. Something in me snapped upon hear this, maybe it was the audacity of the plan, the mad gleam in his eye, or the sight of my sister’s child Brian asleep in one of the metal tubes his men where loading onto the ship. I rushed and grabbed him, pouring raw arcane power into his armor, hoping to overload it. LA Alpha, jumped on my back, but somehow I twisted him off and threw them both at the corkscrew looking machine. When they both smashed into it, I poured all my power into them, just wanting to end his plan and never wanting to deal with him again. As I poured power in, the Doc raised, explaining how he had modified his armor to absorb my arcane power. As he began to laugh, he failed to notice the crack that appeared in his corkscrew device. I guess out of plan primal thinking I quickly cast a spell to contain the resulting explosion; unfortunately, the Doc and his lackey were caught within the shield. I watched in hour for what seemed like hours, but had to be seconds as the doc and assistant where consumed by the explosion. When it safe, I dropped the shield and captured the Doc’s other stunned flunkies, and searched the ship releasing at least 100 captives. Amazing both the Doc and LA Alpha’s bodies were just badly charred, but still whole. I quickly hide the bodies in an extra-dimensional pocket before the authorities arrived, not wanting to explain what had happened. I later buried them in crypt and destroyed all records of the burial, wanting to hide my shame and the bodies from any remaining henchmen that might try to revive or clone or whatever the mad Doc.

There they remained for the last 50 years, undisturbed. I hung up the tights, and buried myself in my studies, wanting nothing to do with the world of the supers anymore. It was by chance that a blurb in a newspaper about how a crypt had been vandalized that I fear that my precaution had not been enough. A quick divination later and my horror were complete. Both are no longer in the crypt, thankfully they also do not appear to be together either. Something is blocking me from getting a clear reading, but I believe that they both live again, as horrifying as that may seem. Time will only tell, as I attempt to track them down.

Grave13 mental Journal

I dare not write this down. Although I have been “active” for only the last year, I have memories from a time before. I was Scientist, disparaged in my field for my wild theories; I sought other means to show my detractors up. These are memories of me but not me. While the rest of PUAD believes I am a slightly intelligent “brick,” I have been hiding the true extent of my IQ. Something from my formal life is telling me to hide it, lest I be “found out.” The flashes I have of my last moment in my “previous” life show me in a battle with mage. I am wearing a suit of armor, firing rays and waiting for my friend to sneak up on the mage. I remember explaining some plan and how he could not hurt me because of my armor. Then… nothing. Something tells me that my current powers are a result of the magic mixing with my armor and the explosion, searing massive amount of magical energy inside of me. This energy has begun to leak out of my eyes, and I am scared of what is to come. I realize I did horrible things in the past, but that also was not me. I fear my past… and my future.

Grave's Not favorite things

Fun, Traveling at the speed of jolly, again.. fun. Giant robots. Comic Books, Movies.

Most Embarrassing Moment: Trying to argue with and insane golem, pretending i'm smart, but then writing my "mental journal" down only to have it copied and displayed to the whole SG.

Grave's Song