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[center][h1][color=ffb05b][b]Sorrel Azrael Geiger[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=cb1b00][i][b]Gamma-Burn, The Angel Of Death, Vengeance, The Wrath of the Earth[/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center]

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[center][h2][color=cb1b00][i][b]“You [i]should[/i] be angry.”[/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center]

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[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 BASICS 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« AGE and BIRTHDAY »[/b][/i][/color]
25 ─ Febuary 21st[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« IDENTITY »[/b][/i][/color]
male ─ masculine ─ he/him, they/them accepted[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« STATISTICS »[/b][/i][/color]
5’11” ─ 131 lbs ─ B-[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« ALIGNMENT »[/b][/i][/color]
Lawful Evil with good-aligned motivations[/center]

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[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 APPEARANCE 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« GENERAL »[/b][/i][/color]
Sorrel’s appearance changed significantly since the incident— he stands out about as much as any other Numan would. His skin is the same, soft, oaken color of a fawn— a lighter brown shade, splashed with milky white patches on his face and neck. A crown of feathers frames his forehead and prominent cheekbones, most an iridescent minty teal, one patch of feathers matching the white splotches of his face with a pearly sheen. His dreadlocks, once an even coppered tone, are now green like glass bottles, platinum blond streaks built into them following that same pattern of vitiligo. Even his eyes are mismatched— one, on the milky white skin, is light blue, and the other is a green so bright it could glow. His ears are sharp and pointed up, long enough to be poking through those green dreadlocks usually tied into a loose ponytail. Whenever sorrel smiles, sharp teeth show through his plump lips, and his crooked nose crinkles a little each time he laughs. 
While it may be unfair to call Sorrel spindly, he’s definitely sickly and thin, most of his shirts and sweaters bunching around him with extra fabric instead of laying neatly on top. He prefers baggy pants, ones with many pockets, and simple steel-toed work boots for everyday mishaps. Many of his pockets in his pants have bloodied tissues from him coughing on them, but he tries his best to hide them until he can throw them away. He presents as somewhat messy and incredibly sleep-deprived, no matter how much rest he gets.[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« METASONA »[/b][/i][/color]
The infamous Gamma-Burn. Layers of colorful fabric hide his body from head to toe. That thick, hooded poncho has crossing in bright oranges and blue-green shades, sewn and knit together and finished with a simple creamy fringe at the end. The pants are draped and pleated, baggy and resting over some older, modified steel-toed boots. The darkest part of the whole ensemble is a simple, loose-fitting turtleneck serving as an undershirt, and matching fingerless gloves. 
The most prominent part of Gamma-Burn’s appearance, though, and the most haunting part— that gas mask with a radioactive sign spray painted on it, and the repurposed goggles with one glowing, green eye. As destruction and rebirth surround the villain, the green glow of that mismatched eye trails through the rubble, hidden under a thick hood but bright enough to warn everyone of just [i]who[/i] is behind it all.[/center]

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Work in progress!![/center]

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[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 PERSONALITY 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
[center][color=a6b79f][b][i]Righteous ─ Diligent ─ Selfless — Sharp[/i][/b][/color] ⤄ [color=2c796a][b][i]Prickly ─ Bitter ─ Self-loathing — Stubborn[/i][/b][/color][/center]
[center]Rage motivates Sorrel. Rage against bigotry, rage against hate, rage against cruelty, rage against society itself. He has a strong sense of what’s right— and that late-stage capitalism, that political horse-race he keeps witnessing, that bribery, that jerk-circle of congress… that’s not right. What’s right is saving the people from this bullshit, from the companies destroying the land they live on to the lawmakers burning books and passing disgusting laws. He’s been quick enough to see these problems as a child— the unfairness, the unreasonable destruction, the… wastefulness of everything. With his quick tongue and quick wit, he’s spoken out and marched a path to a better future. Now, he has to forge that path with blood— that corruption he needs to burn away, it… [i]festers[/i] so deeply that it takes root in a common man’s mind, and the only way to fix that is pulling the roots out. 
He doesn’t let people close to him— not only is he a walking nuclear reactor,  but he’s got too many things to work through. He often snaps, barks, shoos people away— as courteous as he tries to be, he still hisses and growls for others to move out of the way.
Under that exterior, that motivation, that unbending moral compass, Sorrel is… [i]scared.[/i] He feels pain every day, suffers every day, coughs up blood and faints— just by doing [i]nothing.[/i] He feels his life is as worthless as the ants people squish beneath their feet, that he’s only existing to be a vessel, a means to a better world. Murder, despite him killing for the greater good, is still [i]bad,[/i] and all the innocent things that died by his hands— he can’t really handle that, and the weight of all the things he resigned himself to do crushes him further. 
This path he took isn’t a good one, but he’s the only one who can take it. He’s the only one who knows how to right the world, in his eyes— the only one who has both the guts and the ability to make real change happen. In the past, he always pushed himself, pushed his wits, pushed his body— all just to be accepted by the people who made him. In the present, he pushes everything further to give others a world he feels like he’ll soon be too sick to experience. It’s… the only way, after all.[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][i][b]« ORIENTATION »[/b][/i][/color]
Demisexual ─ homoromantic ─ Polyamorous[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« LIKES »[/i][/b][/color]
Books ─ plants ─ biology and genetics — singing — cooking big meals for others — bees — natural fabrics — debate — thunderstorms — animals, mostly birds [/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« DISLIKES »[/i][/b][/color]
Police ─ capitalism ─ authority — big business — small-talk — society as it is — literally himself — loud noises — large, open spaces[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« THEME SONGS »[/i][/b][/color]
Here just have the whole Spotify playlist https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3gWXa4epS2JAnCP7RYN1mk?si=N2l6-p37Q4OBDD4mVO1TDQ&pi=u-vtzh3NfZQLGY[/center]

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[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 STRENGTHS 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« EDUCATION LEVEL »[/i][/b][/color]
Double-major in political sciences and environmental sciences[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« SKILLS and HOBBIES »[/i][/b][/color]
sewing ─ cooking ─ gardening — genetic engineering — debate — stealth[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« ABILITIES »[/i][/b][/color]
[color=cb1b00][b]Radiation ─[/b][/color] That’s what made Sorrel a super villain— that radiation he absorbed, that core in his body. With it, he can do vast amounts of damage— melt things, vaporize things, heat things, cook things, kill things… but, when he controls it further, he can force plants to grow at an extremely fast pace through mutating them, and he can make entirely new plants as well from mutating genes. In general, this power is extremely versatile, and can be used in many unexpected ways. 
[color=cb1b00][b]Genius Mind ─[/b][/color] Sorrel has an incredible head on his shoulders. He’s good at making quick decisions and he can solve complex problems and other issues with ease. Due to his love and knowledge for plants and genetics, he’s been able to apply his radiation ability in specific ways to modify plants. He’s even trying to find out if he can do the same with animals— but… experiments often fail, and he doesn’t like messing with innocent little things so carelessly. 
[color=cb1b00][b]Flexibility ─[/b][/color] Sorrel’s hypermobile joints mean he’s got some good flexibility. He can fit into tight spaces and he can more easily dodge attacks. Aint that neat? 
[color=cb1b00][b]stealth ─[/b][/color] unless you’ve got a 6th sense or a Geiger counter, it’s hard to find Sorrel until he makes his position known.  This means he often gets the first move, and often escapes undetected.[/center]

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[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 WEAKNESSES 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« ABILITY LIMITS »[/i][/b][/color]
[color=cb1b00][b]Radiation ─[/b][/color] While Sorrel’s never been healthy, his radiation ability gave him new things to worry about. He often can’t hold a meal down, faints, coughs up blood, feels dizzy… essentially, he’s constantly experiencing radiation poisoning from [i]himself[/i] but without actually poisoning himself. He and his doctor decided to just label it a chronic metacondition. 
[color=cb1b00][b]Intelligencre ─[/b][/color] Sorrel may be extremely smart, but… he never socialized with people properly. He’s socially inept, and while he can debate well, he can’t hold a casual conversation to save his life. His intelligence basically does NOT extend to any form of interaction. 
[color=cb1b00][b]Flexibility (also applies to stealth) ─[/b][/color] Sorrel has hypermobile EDS, a genetic issue causing his joints to be unstable due to his connective tissue not forming correctly. Essentially, his joints pop out very easily, and he’s not able to lift much or do much direct combat. He won’t be able to stand for a fight, or take a direct and solid hit.[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« FEARS and PHOBIAS »[/i][/b][/color]
Fear of being submerged in water ─ Agoraphobia ─ fear of being close to anyone — fear of being inadequate [/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« OTHER WEAKNESSES »[/i][/b][/color]
He’s sick, essentially. In many ways. Physically, he’s got multiple chronic issues that can flare up and cause him pain. Mentally, he has multiple unmanaged problems… extreme and poorly-processed trauma just the smallest. He’s just… not okay. He’ll definitely hide it in the short interactions he has as Gamma-Burn, but… he suffers, and he tries to do it when no eyes are on him.[/center]

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[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 RELATIONS 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/i][/b][/color]
Given the fact Sorrel’s never experienced what it’s like to be loved, and he’s never had a fucking [i]friend![/i]he’s probably not even considered a relationship yet [/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« POSITIVE FIGURES »[/i][/b][/color]
None he can properly name. Maybe his debate leader who helped him organize and brought him with a team to win tournaments, maybe some teachers in highschool who tried to help him… but he can’t name anyone. Just his own will to keep going.[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« NEGATIVE FIGURES »[/i][/b][/color]
[color=cb1b00][b]Mason Davis ─[/b][/color] Foster Father ─ Awful, abusive towards Sorrel
[color=cb1b00][b]Karen Davis ─[/b][/color] Foster Mother ─ Awful, abusive towards Sorrel
[color=cb1b00][b]Reighfelle Davis ─[/b][/color] Foster Sister ─ no-contact
[color=cb1b00][b]Keighler Davis ─[/b][/color] Foster Brother ─ no-contact[/center]

[center][color=5e4e96][b][i]« ASSOCIATIONS »[/i][/b][/color]
[color=cb1b00][b]Ground Zero ─[/b][/color] The base and settlement ─ he’s the founder of the base named Ground Zero, and is thus on good terms with all the people who moved in there. 
[color=cb1b00][b]Dr. Gerard Schmidt ─[/b][/color] Sorrel’s metadoctor ─ Makes sure he’s not dying or in so much pain he can’t do his work, so that’s epic 
[color=cb1b00][b]Followers ─[/b][/color] his social media followers and generally people who follow his ideological standpoint  — self explanatory LMAO[/center]

[center][h3][color=00dfa7][b]〘 HISTORY 〙[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
[center] Sorrel didn’t exactly have the standard starting package that most people did. He had no parents, no home, no family to take him in… Well, actually, he had that for the first maybe two years, but it seems things didn’t work out. Sorrel never questions about that, never had any memories of his biological family— why would he? They put him in the situation he had to live through. 
Foster care wasn’t really kind to him, passing tribal law to place him in a white-picket-fence family and never looking back. All he knew is he was different— in a lot of ways. That affluent family was white like snow, and he was Afro-indigenous. That family was entirely human, and he was quite obviously at least [i]somewhat[/i] angelic, with all those feathers and those ears and those teeth. The Davis family was, well, already a family— a strong Police Chief husband and a stay-at-home trophy wife, two unruly kids, and then the free paycheck that was Sorrel Geiger. Maybe if he was a bit luckier, he’d have landed a family that… cared for him just a little bit more than the extra government money, that taught him about his culture, that taught him how to socialize, that actually cared for him and nurtured him instead of touting him around like a toy and pretending they’re saints for fostering some kid of color. 
Actually, the paycheck wasn’t the only thing the Davis family cared about. They also cared about religion, and preached constantly to their two children and to a young Sorrel who didn’t exactly like the way angels kept being idolized. Was… he supposed to be like that? Why treat him like trash when no one’s around if he’s an Angel, while all those stories from the big book always displayed on the low table talk about how cool angels are? Each question, each doubt, each word was beaten out of him by the family meant to protect him, all until he just sat pretty and listened. The older he got, the further he clawed through that Christian school his fake family threw him in, the worse he endured from his “dad,” the more he realized— he was actually entirely alone. He had no family, he was just a source of income and someone to fulfill the Davis’ social status just a bit more. They paraded him around like some exotic pet, each Sunday getting him to recite verses like a fucking parrot, each weekday just ignoring him and leaving him to study and stay quiet. 
Highschool came around, and Sorrel got to blossom. The Davis family decided to throw Sorrel to public school instead of wasting more curriculum money on him, and while it was a decision sprouted from greed, Sorrel got to feel what it’s like to be comfortable in his own skin for once. His intelligence made itself clear with every college-level course he aced, and debate and biological sciences became some of his passions. He entirely threw himself to his work— all of his “friends” were made not by socializing but by some mutual class or club with said work. After all, Sorrel learned early-on he was all alone, even when he sat in a giant cafeteria full of other people. Highschool was also around the time Sorrel started to use social media to talk about justice, science, and debate— his page snowballing into an extremely popular activism page dedicated to discussing the wrongs of the world in its current state, including the decay of the earth itself caused by greedy people. 
Sorrel inevitably aged out of the foster care system and was thrown away by the Davises who couldn’t make more money or social status off him, but he was lucky enough to gain both a full-ride scholarship to a local university for his gifted mind and a modest living out of his social media that was enough to cover his other expenses. Most people may have spent college partying, living life, actually making friends and experiencing what it’s like to be independent— meanwhile, sorrel just threw himself harder at his work, getting a double-major in for years and being the top three of his whole school. 
Of course, he had more than just his classes. He was part of a debate team— and, to top it off, he fully bloomed into an activist calling for the safety of all humankind and the earth everyone lives in. He’s attended, organized, and led many rallies and protests, to the point of… being arrested multiple times, and standing face to face with the “father” who neglected him, the police chief. Even after chief Davis broke Sorrel’s nose, twice, he still pushed further, now brandishing proof of injustice and corruption in society. 
The summer after Sorrel freshly graduated, a day that changed the course of his life was set to happen. Sorrel planned a protest to shut down, or at least stall, a nuclear power facility that polluted extremely important water sources and damaging the environment, causing illness to the poor people who lived close and had to work there, and causing permanent damage to the ecosystem that the land relied on to keep stable. This specific power-plant was known to be poorly managed, poorly made, and, for lack of a better word, a… ticking time-bomb without the safety measures this level of facility should have. It was just made by a private company, desperate for a hand in the nuclear power industry. Sorrel may have been just 22 at that time, but his words pointing the flaws of this death facility rang like gospel music and his call for action spurred hundreds of people to come. 
That day was when, according to the news, a brilliant young mind was lost and never found again. That day was when, in reality, Gamma-Burn, the Angel of Death, the Wrath of the Earth, was born. Sorrel, as he stood before everything happened, had copper-toned hair and honeyed brown eyes, with soft blue feathers crowning a young and strong tanned face. A particularly cruel guard grabbed that copper-haired young man and… threw him into the reactor’s pool as he came towards the building with the rest of the protesting group. And Sorrel sank down to the still-running reactor. 
He should’ve died, and— in a sense, the old Sorrel [i]did[/i] die. His curly hair turned a blue-green shade, and patches of white skin formed and bleached parts of his hair, feathers, and even one of his eyebrows. Those yellow-tinted eyes now are a mismatching blue and green. Along with that, his body developed a… core. He absorbed the radiation, [i]became[/i] that reactor, and caused an absolute disaster from the panic. As he swam back up after the ordeal, he obviously took his new body with him, and his pure [i]fear[/i]! and… everyone got cooked with a wave of radiation, and the room melted down before his eyes. 
The entirety of the United States was incredibly lucky this tragedy was contained in only one room, that by some miracle that radiation didn’t spread and explode, and just… retracted itself. That was Sorrel. 
A guard, one of the people he was trying to help, [i]pushed him to what was supposed to be death,[/i] and because of that… everyone at that facility but him is dead. Sorrel didn’t know cruelty and corruption came so far down, that one underpaid worker can be so desperate to keep a dangerous job that they’d kill and then be killed for it. 
Maybe the curse was a gift. Maybe, now, he finally had a way to [i]act[/i] instead of [i]speak.[/i] Obviously, every action he took… it wasn’t enough. He had to take drastic measures to save the world from that corruption he keeps witnessing, and now he had… a means. 
Sorrel adopted the name Gamma-Burn, wiped and deleted his old accounts back when he wasn’t some abomination, and started to speak again just a few days after he was reborn. 
As far as the public knows, despite all the evidence of the dead/missing Sorrel Azrael Geiger being Gamma-Burn, no one knows what Sorrel currently looks like, and no one knows the face under Gamma-Burn’s mask. All everyone has is coincidence, theories, and a haunting fable of an abused genius turned supervillain that no one knows how to prove is real. 
And now, a traumatized man stands entirely alone, trying to carry the world’s problems on his shoulders and trying to solve them in permanent ways.[/center]

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