Name: Noah Grimoire
Costume/uniform: Noah is the antithesis of the flamboyantly dressed sorcerer. A plain white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar over a well-fitted black blazer and matching slacks is his preferred attire.
Power/Ability: The Dark Arts. Ranging from creating illusions, thought-casting and hypnotism, to necromancy, summoning, mutant and blood manipulation. There are close to no restrictions as to what he can conjure, but it is important that he keeps aware of his limitations. To streamline a set of spells would halve their effectiveness and over time drain him exponentially. Powerful spells require utmost concentration, some may even force him to remain in stasis as a conduit to channel energies from the dark dimensions. He is also a ghost and demon whisperer of sorts, often using them to prey on the weak in their nightmares or direct possession.
Personality: Noah was a good man before he offered his soul over to Dormammu on that fateful day. Now he is reborn with a maddening purpose, fueled by a chaotic drive for incalculable dominance. Selfish, but never careless. Intelligent, but psychotically ambitious. What makes Noah especially repulsive is his cynical manipulation over people. He has no qualms about stalking his prey with doctored kindness just to crush their lives without a forethought.
History: Noah Grimoire is a man that was given a second chance. His real name is forever lost in the world - given to the dark dimension as part of his soul offering. I can tell you that he was a Saint once; A vanguard for the weak and defenseless. A wealthy philanthropist that gave plenty to those who couldn't offer a thing in return. He was loved by many. Hated by few. So what drove a man down such a hellish path? What made him rip the halo off his head and exchange it for horns? A tragedy of the worst kind, one that involved guerrilla rebels and a village filled with good people. Where innocent blood was spilt and mercy not permitted. Tears? Prayers? Age? None of it mattered. He was forced to watch everything. He plead, begged, and bargained. They did not listen. He prayed to the heavens. Nothing happened.
Then a dormant rage enveloped from within, a chaotic torrent of hatred that drove him to the cusp of insanity. He begged again, only this time to the darkness festering inside. Pleading. Cursing. Bargaining. It was in this moment where somebody answered his cries for help. Reaching out from the darkest realms of the universe was the god-tyrant, Dormammu. Noah was then transported into the dark dimension where an offer was proposed to him. If he gave into the void and emptied his soul, Dormammu would refill him with the energies of the dark arts that could be used to exact revenge upon his enemies. Blinded by the chaos slowly eating him alive, Noah agreed to it all. It was here where Dormammu manipulated time and space, crystallizing him into eternity, as he gave up his mortal name to seal the deal.
His soul was warped and ravaged then reforged and enhanced for what felt like a thousand years. When Dormammu saw that Noah was ready, he flung his astral projection back into his body on Earth, returning to the perilous moment at the village that seemed a lifetime ago. The moment for revenge had finally come. The rebels' punishment would be aggravatingly slow, and he enjoyed every second of it until he stood among piles of blood and ash. What he once was no longer mattered.
Noah could never go back to being a saint now, not when the darkness flows through him. But he needed to understand and control these new found gifts. Guided by Dormammu and his underlings, he spent the following years hunting down masters of the dark arts. Stealing their knowledge from tomes and scrolls, learning from their enchantments and talismans. The more he educated himself in the forbidden ways, the farther his humanity slipped into oblivion. Who or what he is now is uncertain but his ambition is clear as day:
"The flag bearers for good and evil will burn in the night shade. All there is and ever will be is the void." - Noah Grimoire
Strengths: Intelligent. Innovative. Master Conspirator.
Extra: No longer the chairman of a lucrative pharmaceutical company, Noah secretly transferred his fortune to several offshore accounts and began investing in R&D companies like A.I.M. as well as several other black market enterprises.