Radorion Kjærstad

Ash

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Nephilim - Radorion is only half human. Laying dormant within his soul is the fiery legacy of the angels above. For his entire life he seemed to have been naturally better at most things compared to children his own age. This angelic heritage has largely been dormant until recently.

Light of the Morning Star - The fire burning in Radorion's soul. This allows him to produce thermal energy and flame with nothing but his will. However, he currently does not have an understanding of it nor control.

Combat Finesse - Radorion's fighting ability branches through several martial arts acquired through his tutelage under the Demon's Fang. He has some affinity for the bow and arrow, but the brunt of his training was concentrated on close-quarters combat and swordplay. His weapons of choice would be his own two hands or a scimitar. Thanks to the time spent with the League, Radorion was imparted with a soft footstep and a ghostly sleight of hand.

Strength - Higher than that of a human at top physical condition, which has caused him considerable concern. Currently he can lift nearly 2,000 lbs and pull three times that amount.

Speed / Agility - Faster than humanly possible, Radorion can run at a current clip of 50 mph. His agility has been honed through his time with the League of Assassins.

Indomitable Will...Sundered - There was a time where his mind would have seemed to be of diamond. However, Radorion had a monumental breakdown when his latent potential first stirred from it's slumber. The brief awakening burned out the life of not only his kin, but of the young woman he had grown inseparably close to. At that moment something broke inside of Radorion and he has been trying to piece it back together ever since.

Fear of himself - Since his unfortunate brush with his ethereal self, Radorion has been fearful of what may happen to those around him. The smell of the brimstone from that night haunts his mind and holds him back. He is suffering from mild depression as a result of this.

Magic - Radorion has little experience with magic and as such is quite susceptible to such abilities.

Psionics - Before his breakdown, Radorion would have been unfettered by most telepathic prying. In his current state, however, skimming his mind would not be all that difficult. As he heals and steels himself to the changes his undergoing, this will likely change.

"I did not mean to...to..." Radorion lamented after falling to his knees. The rain pattered upon his hood as he punched the ground beneath him with a grunt, cracking the pavement. He gazed upon the cracks as he lifted his shuddering hand away, his face contorted and strained from trying to hold back the tears of sorrow and rage welling within him. Silently he suffered as shadows from the League encircled him.

"Your intent is inconsequential..." A male voice responded. Radorion assumed that it belonged to the leader of this detachment, though he did not recognize the voice. "You will return to the Demon's Fang and be tried, or..." He paused as his right hand grasped his scabbard, thumb pressing forward and unclasping his blade. Radorion could hear the soft sound of steel sliding against steel.

"Please," Radorion growled from beneath his hood. "You'll either kill me here or drag me back to die a slow death by Ra's hand."

"If that is the will of the Demon's Head, then yes."

"...Then I think I'll take my chances." Radorion said softly. "I've already committed something horrible... For me to just roll over and die without repentance would be unforgivable!"

With a flash of his left hand Radorion threw a palm's worth of collected rain into the assassin's eyes. Quickly rising to his feet, he leaped into a spin kick and planted his heel firmly on his foe's sternum. The impact sent the man flying backwards into one of his kinsmen with an echoing thud. The man's sword, cleanly knocked free from his grip in the attack, now landed in Radorion's grasp. A quick swing to his right freed the steel from the water gathering on it's surface.

Katana...not my first choice but it will have to do...

Radorion didn't have another second to fret about his acquired armament. He quickly raised the blade above his head and blocked a downward swing from a second opponent. The swords clanged together twice before setting into a grind. Sparks flew as Radorion altered his footing, turning his right side towards his opponent and lowering his left hand to let the enemy steel slide off. In the same motion he stepped forward and thrust his elbow into the man's face. Bones broke as the man's feet left the concrete and his back took their place. The man writhed in pain on the ground as Radorion's gaze stayed upon him, his mind heavy with doubt and self-loathing.

Lightning flashed across the sky. Radorion stood like a statue as his fallen foe's blade clattered to the ground, followed soon after by the roar of thunder above. Almost impulsively, he tore his hood away from his head.

"Come on!" He suddenly yelled, his voice shaking. "Or are you so afraid of this monster before you!?"

Before anyone could react to his assertion, an emerald arrow lodged itself into the ground between Radorion and his foes...

- Radorion is the son of Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen archangel and former Lord of Hell

- Radorion's mother is a member of the League of Assassins and is currently in charge of hunting Radorion down.

- Radorion himself was a member of the League until the incident of his awakening. Since then he has been on the run and only recently has found himself in the company of the Titans. A chance encounter with Oliver Queen set him on his current path and, in time, he hopes to prove his worthiness to the group and rebuild himself. Currently he spends the vast majority of his time trying to come to terms with his new abilities and scouring for any clue that might point towards the answers he is seeking. (How did he develop these abilities and why?)

- His alias, Ash, comes from the burned and ashen cloak he was wearing when he first met the Titans.