Why haven't I heard of this beforehand? :T
Appearance:
Real name: Ethan Taylor
Codename: Dionysus
Age: 19
Personality: Ethan, for lack of a better word, is insane. He does what he wants, when he wants, however he chooses. If someone can somehow convince him to kill a certain person, he'll do so...as well as anyone else he can kill within a mile radius with wild abandon, even if it's the person who gave him the job. Every moment of every day, his mind is filled with thoughts of violence and debauchery, things he would call the 'little things in life.' Even though it may not seem like it, however, he's still capable of other emotions, such as happiness, anger, and even love.
Ability/power/s: Terrakinesis: The ability to manipulate earth and stone to one's will
Earthen Craft - The ability to create a wide assortment of objects out of stone, such as weapons
Earth Dive - Ethan can slip underground, allowing him to travel unhindered and reemerge from almost anywhere
Shrapnel - Creates dozens of small, stone shards that then hurtle towards the target, slicing them to ribbons
Weakness:
-His insanity often leads him to taking on as many of the toughest-looking people as he can, by himself, while using his offensive prowess as his defense
-Ethan cares nothing for stealth. His idea of infiltrating an enemy area is rushing the front gates and making his way through while killing as many people as possible, no matter how many there are or how well-equipped
-He tends to toy with his enemies, like a cat with a ball of string. His favorite method is to rough them up a little, then let them go while striking at random times, letting exhaustion get the better of them. This can backfire if his target has a way of calling for backup, or if they manage to lead him into a trap.
Extra: (Background? Arch nemesis? Crush? Weapons? Gadgets? Anything else you want to add?)
Why choose me?: "Because you'd be stupid not to. If you decide to leave me to rot in this shithole, I'll break out on my own, hunt you down, and show you just how useless this straitjacket here is by skinning you alive with the dullest, rustiest knife I can find. Then, I'll stick hooks into the bottoms of your feet, hang you from the ceiling and throw salt on you. Afterwards, while you're drawing your last pitiful breaths, I'll turn on some polka music and dance to it with the desiccated corpse of your childhood friend and their dog. But, I won't let you die. I'll find a way to keep you alive so you can go through even worse torments every single day for the rest of your short, miserable life. So, what's it gonna be, friend?"
