Cost Characteristic Value Roll Notes  
3 STR 13 12- Lift: 150  Damage: 2 1/2d6  END: 1
16 DEX 18 13-  
13 CON 23 14-  
3 INT 13 12- PER Roll: 12-
13 EGO 23 14- Mental Defense: 5
8 PRE 18 13- PRE Attack: 3 1/2d6
25 OCV 8 ---  
15 DCV 6 ---  
0 OMCV 3 ---  
3 DMCV 4 ---  
30 SPD 5 --- Phases: 3, 5, 8, 10, 12
6 PD 8/16 --- Resistant PD: 8
6 ED 8/16 --- Resistant ED: 8
11 REC 15 ---  
6 END 50 ---  
5 BODY 15 ---  
15 STUN 50 ---  
0 Running 16m --- END: 1
0 Swimming 4m --- END: 1
0 Leaping 10m --- Forward: 10m  Upward: 5m  END: 1
Character Summary      
Real Name: Barbara "Bunny" Goldschmidt Played By: NPC
Concept: Martial Artist Nationality: American
Hair/Eye Color: Platinum Blonde / Sky Blue Date of Birth: 13 June 1990
Height/Weight: 5' 10"/127 Place of Birth: Los Angeles, California
Cost Powers END
14 Ballistex Cheerleader Uniform: Resistant Protection (8 PD/8 ED) (24 Active Points); OIF (Cheerleader Costume; -1/2), Requires A 14- Roll (14- roll; -1/4)  0
30 Everything Always Seems To Work Out In The End: Luck 6d6  0
3 Jumping: Leaping +6m (10m forward, 5m upward)  1
15 Shrugs It Off: Energy Damage Reduction, Resistant, 50% (30 Active Points); Requires An EGO Roll (Characteristic roll; -1/2), STUN Only (-1/2)  0
4 Sprinter: Running +4m (16m total)  1
10 Unimpressed: +20 PRE (20 Active Points); Only To Protect Against Presence Attacks (-1)  0


Cheer Fu
4 Block/Chin Block +2 OCV +2 DCV Block, Abort
4 Thumbs In The Eyes -1 OCV -1 DCV 4d6 Flash
4 Low Blow -1 OCV +1 DCV 2d6 NND
4 Bitch Slap +0 OCV +2 DCV 4 1/2d6 Strike
5 Put Your Weight Into It -2 OCV +1 DCV 6 1/2d6 Strike
Cost Skills
16 +2 with HTH Combat 
3 Acrobatics 13- 
3 Breakfall 13- 
13 Charm 18- 
3 Climbing 13- 
3 Contortionist 13- 
3 Conversation 13- 
10 Defense Maneuver I-IV  
--- Everyman Skills 
0 1) Acting 8- 
0 2) AK: Los Angeles, California 8- 
0 3) Climbing 8- 
0 4) Concealment 8- 
0 5) Conversation 8- 
0 6) Deduction 8- 
0 7) Language: English (Idiomatic) (4 Active Points) 
0 8) Paramedics 8- 
0 9) Persuasion 8- 
0 10) PS: Cheerleader 11- 
0 11) Shadowing 8- 
0 12) Stealth 8- 
0 13) TF: Common Motorized Ground Vehicles, Everyman Skill 
3 High Society 13- 
7 Lockpicking 15- 
3 Oratory 13- 
3 Persuasion 13- 
7 Security Systems 14- 
3 Systems Operation 12- 
3 Shadowing 12- 
3 Stealth 13- 
5 Streetwise 14- 
3 Tactics 12- 
7 Teamwork 15- 
Cost Talents
18 Combat Luck (9 PD/9 ED) 
6 +3/+3d6 Striking Appearance vs. Men (Large-Breasted, And Knows How Show It Off)
325+ Complications
10 Distinctive Features: Very "Pneumatic" (Concealable; Noticed and Recognizable; Detectable By Commonly-Used Senses) 
5 Enraged: When Mussed Or Made To Look Shabby (Uncommon), go 8-, recover 14- 
15 Psychological Complication: Cheerful Charlie (Common; Strong) 
10 Psychological Complication: Never Takes Anything Seriously (Common; Moderate) 
20 Psychological Complication: Code vs. Killing (Common; Total) 
15 Social Complication: Wanted Criminal Frequently, Major 
Character Point Summary      
Characteristics Cost: 178 Base Points: 325
Powers Cost: 76 Total Matching Complication Points: 0
Martial Arts Cost: 21 Total Experience Points Earned: 0
Skills Cost: 101 Experience Points Spent: 0
Talents Cost: 24 Experience Points Unspent: 0
Perquisites Cost: 0 Total Points: 400
Total Cost: 400    
Buffy DuBous guided her 2026 Volvo SUV into the 7-11, carefully pulling it up alongside the first gas pump and blocking off access to any other pumps. Sure the vehicle was old but she still loved the bright gold coloring and the black side panels. It might have been out of good standing now, but Daddy did say he'd get her a brand new one for Christmas.

Bambi Takahana grabbed Buffy by the arm and squealed in fear. "What're you, like, doing? You stopped at a -- " (cue: dramatic gulp) " -- Seven-Eleven! And it's, like, nowhere near civilization! It's in a, y'know -- 'hood!"

Buffy yanked herself free and glared down at the Japanese girl. The fact that Buffy was black just never seemed to occur to the girl. Besides, she was ruffling the threads, a brand new maroon and gold cheerleader outfit with a big 'B' and a megaphone (whatever that was) right there on the chest. Buffy looked in the backseat at her other bestest friend. "You okay with this, Bunny?"

The peroxide blonde twisted her face tight and confessed through gritted teeth. "I really, really hope they got a clean ladies room, y'know?"


Benjy Johnson gazed out the pane glass window of the Seven-Eleven. One buxom cheerleader bound his way while two other pieced together their IQs to figure out how the gas pump worked. His eyes bounced happily with her -- 'Oh, God! It's Bunny! One of the B Squad!' -- and his libido heaved a sigh of pleased relief as she capered to the bathroom then struggled and pleaded with a locked door. Benjy and his old buddy Lenny admired the dancing view for a couple minutes then the clerk's conscience kicked in. He noisily dangled the key for another minute before she made the connection.
All Benjy could do was heave a sigh in raptuous joy.

By the time the other two Bs finished up with the SUV, the shop was jumping with business. The old fart was chowing down. Lenny was selling him some new pics. Some punk was checkin' out the toys and stuff. And the ultimates -- the B Squad! -- the Beverly Hills Blazes! -- were here in his Seven-Eleven. Sure, Lenny's pics were cool, but there was nothing like seeing them in that oh-so-great flesh. And as long as they were going to argue who was going to splurge on the gas and the nachos (hey, one platinum piece of Daddy's plastic was as good as the next for Benjy), he could stand there and admire the scenery.

At least until the clown stuck that gun in his face. And then the old fart shot up the mic and the mic exploded. And the cheerleaders got nuked and Benjy got a pepperoni square in the head. And the clown bit the old dude and died and the old dude turned into a criminal clown and robbed him and knocked him out with a rubber chicken. Too uncool.

A hand patted at his face until he came to. It was one of the cheerleaders! Benjy wasn't sure which, but it didn't matter. One of the bubble gum goddesses was touching him.

"Hey! Like, you okay?" Bunny asked in her concerned but demanding tone. Benjy nodded deliriously. She pushed Daddy's credit card into his face. "Cool! Ring us up! We gotta go!"


The rest of the day proved unusual for the girls. Mr. Henry, their chemistry teacher, was always ready to flunk them. They knew they failed their test that day -- those tests were always so unfair, all those letters and numbers and there was nothing periodic about that table! -- but all they did was pout a little and he gave them As.

The football team played that night against their arch-rivals, the South Central Satans. They never won against them but that night, the girls put a little extra spin on their cheers. And the Satans wandered off the field -- a lot of the time during a play -- to ask them out.

Late the next night, they strolled down Rodeo. All the stores might have been closed but it was always a good idea to get the lay of the land before going to Daddy for some major cash for a serious spendfest. Bunny caught herself dreaming in front of a jewelry store and, knowing full well Daddy would say no to something so practical yet so expensive, threw a small tantrum. The security guard let the poor girl inside and graciously handed the necklace over to her.


Almost a month later, the trio figured that something strange had happened to them -- they could now get their way without anyone arguing! Just walk in, demand something, and leave! How much more trippin' could that get!

And with that, a team of criminals was born.
Bunny is, without a doubt, the most genuinely cheeriest of the three. It doesn't take much to put a smile on her face -- a puppy, a kitten, a rainbow, Daddy's credit card with a zero balance. But she's not as naive as people expect of someone so blonde. Fact is, sometimes she counts on it, playing it up to play her marks.
"Oh, goody!"
Of the three Cheerleaders, Bunny is the one who is physically toughest in terms of being able to stand up to being hurt. She does it through pure willpower, of which she has a lot, comparatively. She's not as polished when it comes to fighting as the others, but she brings her own set of skills to the table. Like the others, she's managed to create her own version of "Cheer Fu", a method of fighting that works for her.
Bunny likes her clothes. If it doesn't have a designer label, it doesn't belong in her closet. And if it doesn't accentuate those curves she loves to show off (and she does have curves; she is the most... perhaps "pneumatic" is the right word... of the Cheerleaders), it doesn't go on her body. Needless to say, many of her clothes have yet to see the light of day. Her action outfit is a cheerleader outfit, meticulously coordinated with those of her teammates. It tends to be just that tad bit skimpier though.