Name: Havok
Gender: M
Age: 19
The best way to describe Havok would be a mixture between a bloodthirsty mercenary and a feral dog. He stands at 6'2 and is incredibly well built but it seems that his skin is pulled tight over his muscles, giving him an aura of hidden danger and feral desperation. His skin is unnaturally pale and crisscrossed with bright pink scars and his hair is dyed a light blue, but this is rarely seen. Havok's teeth are crooked and sharp, with both sets of canines replaced with sharpened steel. Lastly Havok slathers a caustic goop on and around his eyes, turning the pupil, iris, sclera, eyelids, and the skin around them red and bloodshot. Interesting enough the shade of red is dependant on his mood, with joy being a soft pink while rage is a deep crimson.

Personality: An impulsive, anarchic maniac who lives only to spread mayhem across the Elemental King's property.
Havok is lead by his desire to avoid boredom and fill his life with excitement, it's just that his particular brand of fun includes guns, blood, and various explosives in liberal amounts. However this isn't to say that he's a bomb slinging hooligan looking for any ol' target, no for him the ultimate thrill is shaking the very foundations of the area, both literally and figuratively, by targeting buildings and people associated by the established regime. Besides, why shank a random schmuck when you can annihilate a building filled with people who probably deserved it anyway?

Bio: Havok is a figure shrouded in mystery, having apparently appeared out of thin air to raid the police station in a storm of fire and steel. Since then his exploits have only ever grown, melting down refineries, burning the contents of banks, spiriting away convoys of weapons, and leaving only shell casings and rubble behind. In the wake sense his dramatic entrance into the world rumours have run wild in trying to explain the young criminals origins, with the only one having any weight is his undeniable connection to the disastrous and abandoned penal colony outside of Detroit, the Hazard Mines.

Element: Metal
Power: Spontaneous Construction, in seconds Ruin is able to craft nearly anything he can imagine if he has the parts on hand. These creations look very ramshackle and hastily put together, usually rifles with multiple barrels and several belts of ammo threading through them. Oddly enough it is unknown how his creations work, let alone how they do not explode in his face as anyone who has been able to lay their hands on them have found many of them to not work or simply explode. It's almost comical if not for the fact that those who usually get these weapons pointed at tend to become a fine crimson mist.
Location: The Hazard Mines, Detroit
Family: Unknown Biological Parents
Friends: Mutt
Sentimental Attachment: Mutt
Other:
-He is much faster, stronger, and has a far higher pain tolerance than normal people due to a cocktail of combat drugs that he pumps through his system.

Pet Name: Mutt
Pet Age: 4 years
Pet Gender: N/A
Pet Species: Scav Hound

Pet Personality: About as mean as a junkyard dog and twice as vicious, Mutt is nonetheless very affectionate to Havok and vice-versa.