Looked interesting so I thought I would apply! Feel free to critique my app, also I'm going out of town for a couple of days so don't be alarmed if I don't respond. However, if we start on Tuesday then I shall be ready by Sunday.
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Name: Blake Conwall
Nickname/Alias: Diablo
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Gleaming yellow eyes can be seen beneath the curly brown hair of this tan Caucasian. He stands at 6 feet evenly and his body is lightly toned with not a lot of muscle mass. He weighs around 160lbs. His expression at most times is charming but that is not to say he is a nice person, while his face is chiseled with no facial hair growing whatsoever. Blake wears torn up clothing over his clean body and wears no shoes upon his feet.

Location: Recently, hes managed to find himself wandering in the giant Redwoods, Post-California.

Settlement:  Blake is a drifter by nature, choosing to not stay in one place for long.

Profession: Before the apocalypse Blake was studying to become a veterinarian. 
 
Skills: Animal-Medicine, Cooking, projectile weaponry, fighting

Powers: Blake has the ability to transform into an armored knight. This armor has a demonic visage with medium plating fully encompassing him with no body parts being shown. Etched into the armor are ruins that give off a ominous yellow glow. The helmet has two yellow glowing eyes with a sly, toothy grin for a mouth while two horns protruding from either side of his head, wrap down to almost touch his neck. His physical and mental abilities are enhanced while in this form, while it also sports magic based attacks that come from his gauntlets, which are also a form of melee attack. The magic itself is shadow based which means he is able to manipulate shadows for multiple uses. 

Weaknesses: Fully body Sunlight stops him from using his magical powers and also nullifies his ability to transform. From past experience anytime he tries it doesn't work, while if he happens to be in his armor he will come under excruciating pain as the armor turns to ash, which he then won't be able to use for up to 2 hours. Shade allows him to regain his magical abilities and his transformation but only on a small scale compared to the night sky. The armor itself can stand a good bit of blows, but will eventually start to break apart if under too much stress.

Weapons: He has a small dagger hidden in his sleeve and he also carries a 22 glock hidden behind his back. Most of his weapons reside with his armor and powers.

Armor/Clothing: Torn clothing, his Diablo form.

Equipment and Supplies: He wears a small backpack filled with essentials for a drifter. Food, water, ammo and some medicine as well as a picture of home and family.

Personality: Blake is a hard worker, usually trying his hardest when preforming tasks, at least when he cares. Rarely does he laugh or smile anymore but when he does it can be infectious. Hes mostly cool but Blake can be arrogant as well as rash at times when he believes in something. Hes the type of person that would help any animal in an instance but not so much a human. While in his Diablo form his mood darkens into a brooding figure who does not care what others think.

History: Blake was ordinary before the apocalypse with nothing extraordinary about him that he could think of, other then the fact that he liked nature and helping animals. Everything changed when the aliens came and deployed the virus which ended his normal life. The day that happened he was in a museum with his fiancee strolling about the exhibits, trying to get their minds of things. Dusk was starting to fall and it was time to ago home yet they never did. The virus came, killing everyone and he could only watch as his lover died before his eyes and he stood there for what seemed like an eternity trying to grasp the situation before finally realizing what happened. As he fell to his knees the only thing he felt was rage, hatred, malice and revenge. It started slowly at first, the tingling sensation that wrapped around his body blinding his vision. He felt sick but could not move and when the sensation finally ended the blindness passed but what he saw was alien. His vision was enhanced and as he looked at his hands they were not his own. but some monster! He got up and ran from the room, faster then ever before and as he pushed the door to enter the bathroom it exploded off its hinges from the mere touch. He looked in the mirror then and realized that the monster was him and he could only wonder why as he punched the glass shattering it. Diablo had been born.
That was around a year ago and since then Blake has learned about his powers, using them to survive in a world which was now quiet. His family was dead and so was the life that he knew. There was only one thing to do and that was wander around the country with no direction in mind. As he walked the landscape the old Blake died and a new one was born, one who knew of hardship and loss. The only thing he felt anymore was empty and a burning sensation deep down that drove him forward. Seldom has he made human contact but on the occasions that he does two outcomes appear. One where he walks away with what he needs and two being the same as the first but with dead bodies in his wake. His latest trek has had him travel to the Redwood forest of California, what he hopes to find there, not even he knows.

Other: Enjoys the presence of animals more then humans.
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