Magnificent Bastards

[Red7VII]

X-Men: The New Era (October 2018)
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Name: Drake Edwards
Nicknames/Aliases: "D"
X-Men Code Name: (Working on it)

Gender: Male
Age: 22
Physical Description:
6'1"
Fit frame with broad shoulders
Two different colors eyes - one blue and one red, a mutation called heterochromia
Dark hair, beard
Various tattoos on his arms and back.
Dresses fairly casually. Usually in blue jeans, a dark t-shirt, leather jacket, boots and often sunglasses to hide his eyes.

Mutations: His mutation is going to be in stages. Right now, he knows he can't be burnt by flame. Eventually he's going to realize he has Pyrokinesis. Finally, I want the stages of the mutation to end with him transforming into a demon-looking creature (triggered by anger or stress similar to The Hulk) that can command fire.

His powers are primarily fire-based. He cannot burn, he can control fire, and he can project fire. Once he achieves full mutation, his second form just adds a bit of strength and resilience at the cost of willpower.

Personality: Often sarcastic, analytical and initially more comfortable solo than in a group. It takes some effort to earn Drake's trust, but once you do, you've got a friend for life. Very loyal, willing to go to great lengths to keep his friends and family safe.

Background: Drake grew up in a normal environment. He was born to fairly normal parents in Texas and has a twin brother, Shawn, who still lives there. Shawn was definitely the favorite in the family and an overachiever to boot. His twin brother is on the fast track to achieving his dream of getting a PhD while Drake has always felt more comfortable with a wrench in his hand. While there was no real hard feelings between the brothers, Drake was tired of his parents' constant reminders of his brother's successes while Drake barely graduated high school and didn't even bother applying to colleges. To get out from under his brother's shadow, Drake moved out of Texas and tried to start over elsewhere, becoming a bit of a nomad in search of a purpose.

Recap of your mutations awakening: Drake is not aware of the full potential he possesses. One day while working as a mechanic at a small mom and pop shop, Drake received a new welding tank from the shop owners' vendor. A client had come in requested that a new muffler be welded onto his truck. Drake ignited the torch and suddenly the tank exploded. The shop went up in flames and engulfed Drake's body. Initially in shock and screaming out of instinct, it wasn't long before Drake realized he wasn't actually hurting. In disbelief and panic, he ran through the flames and out to the street, slapping at the scorched remains of his clothes to pat out the fire. Firefighters were soon on the scene and emergency medical personnel pulled Drake toward their ambulance and tried to screen him for injuries. To the shock of everyone, there were none. Other than Drake's clothes, he suffered no burns at all despite being in the heart of the explosion. It was obvious to him and his onlookers that something wasn't right. Drake was not normal. With a look of fear and shame, Drake shoved passed EMS and took off running down the street toward the parking lot where he left his motorcycle. It was time to fill a backpack with what little he owned and move again...

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Nocturnal Hulk, enforcer for a criminal organization. Super strong and durable. Questionable moral compass.

[Red7VII]

Crime & Devilry (December 2018)
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Jason Locke

Small time thief with supernatural gifts

[Red7VII]

Alpha Prep: Werewolves of London (December 2018)
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Marrok Valentine

“We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us.” -Charles Darwin

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Character Summary

Full Birth-Given Name: Marrok Conor Valentine
Aliases: "Rok", "Rokky"
Birthday: March 17
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: San Antonio, Texas
Prior Rank: Subordinate
Languages: English and Spanish

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Physical Appearance

Height: Wolf, 5' / Human, 6'2"
Weight: Wolf, 420lbs / Human, 180lbs
Body Type: Athletic, Muscular
Eye Color: Honey
Hair Color: Dark brunette with blonde highlights
Skin Tone: Light tan
Body Alterations: Marrok has a 5-scythed scratch on his right shoulder, a gift from a rival werewolf.
Personal Style: Marrok is most comfortable in casual wear (jeans, t-shirts, sneakers etc.) preferring darker colored clothing. His hair is usually barely kempt, most often just brushed back.

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Psychology

| Loyal || Quick to Anger || Strong || Arrogant |

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Marrok initially comes off as a loner type, but that image of him will soon shed once he gets to know you. He is fiercely loyal to those who have been good to him and is a protector by nature. He's got a very driven personality in that, once given a task, he will stop at nothing until it is complete. He's not above using trickery or bending the truth to achieve his goals. He is highly competitive and stern in his decision making, valuing logic over emotion. He tends to be quick tempered and, passed a certain point, he's been known to go into a full fit of rage letting the beast within take over.
Habits: Smokes a cigar every once in a while as a means of relaxing, drinks alcohol when he can get it to help dull some of his more traumatic memories, tends to crack his knuckles often, gambles, and fidgets when he's excited
Hobbies: Reading, hunting, parkour, MMA training, meditation

Fears:

• Doctors
• Abandonment
• Failure

Likes:

• Competition
• Hunting
• Order
• Fighting
• Eating
• Camping

Dislikes:

• Disorganization
• Laziness
• Insubordination
• Freeloaders
• Thunderstorms
• Brown nosers

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General Information

Significant Other:
Marrok currently does not have any significant other, being far more preoccupied with getting himself trained to lead a pack of his own. He's not opposed to exploring a relationship with someone else, but it's definitely not his top priority.
Family Members:
Edward Valentine || Father || Alive || Beta
Catalina Valentine || Mother || Deceased || Subordinate

General Skills:

• MMA Training
• Hunting skills
• Cooking
• Wilderness Survival
• Parkour/Free Running

What Do You Have On You:

• Clothing - A black hoodie, white t-shirt, black jeans, dark sneakers
• Wallet - $40 cash, a debit card, two credit cards, Texas state driver's license, and a gym membership card
• Switchblade
• Lighter
• Two wrapped cigars
• Cellphone

Personal Belongings:

• Comb
• Toiletries
• Laptop Computer
• An assortment of clothes, including a pair of dark brown boots and a couple of baseball caps
• Speed bag
• Compact dumbbell set
• Headphones

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History

Insight on Life Back Home: Marrok was born to Edward and Catalina Valentine who assumed the roles of Beta and Omega, respectively, in their pack. While Edward was very much a stern second-in-command as he role demanded, Catalina was much more free spirited and nurturing when raising Marrok. Because of his association with his father, Marrok was always treated with inherited respect from his peers within the extended family. There was only one among them who dared sneer at the Valentines, a rogue amongst the pack who wanted Catalina for his own and resented not only losing at his shot but Marrok himself, the product of his failed attempt to court his love. This beast went by the name Ryker.

One night, when the last thread of his sanity finally snapped, Ryker decided to attack Marrok, successfully slashing his shoulder before his mother stepped in and took the larger wolf head-on by herself. In a blind rage, Ryker reacted as an emblazoned wolf would. When Edward came home that night, he found his son crying upon the body of his dead wife. Edward sought Ryker out and made sure that no one would recognize his remains once he was through with him.

Since then, the light in the family unit had grown dark. Both Valentine men blamed themselves for being unable to protect their matriarch. From that day forward, Marrok trained and trained hard with the help of his father to be a wolf that could protect the rest and take down whatever threat dared loom. It was no surprise to Edward that Marrok received an invitation for Alpha Prep, though he would certainly be disappointed if Marrok returned with anything but absolute victory over the challenge.

Why Do You Think the Council Chose You? "It's the obvious choice. I'm fast, I'm strong and I don't quit. I'm actually surprised it took them this long."

Thoughts on Possibly Becoming an Alpha? "Once I'm an Alpha, my pack will be indomitable. They will need to fear nothing. They'll be protected. They'll prosper. I'll make that happen."

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Red Right Hand
Aberrance: "Where there is a will, there is a way and I am second to none in terms of willpower."

[Red7VII]

The Red Hoods: Initiates (January 2019)
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Finlay Dougal

Veteran Hood - Red

Accented Voice
Aggressive Attitude
Scars on Face and Arms
Expert Fighter
Enjoys a drink or two

NPC - Recurring Character

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Ryder Shaw

Sex: Male
Age: 30
Height: 6'1"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced: Volunteered, Red Hood
Extra: His body is covered with battle scars, a birthmark on his left shin that looks like a thumb-sized bruise that never heals. No tattoos. He is a fully commissioned Red Hood.

[Red7VII]

WarCraft: War of the Ancients (March 2019)
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Draven Stagnum

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Character Summary

Name: Draven Stagnum
Aliases:Death's Raven
Age: 31
Race: Human
Place of Origin: Duskwood, Azeroth
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Warlock
Faction: Neutral

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Stats

Strength:11
Dexterity:15
Constitution:14
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:16
Charisma:14

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Physical Attributes

Height:6' (183cm)
Weight:185 lbs (84kg)
Build:Slender
Eyes:Hazel
Hair:Brown
Skin Tone:Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:One scar on the eyebrow
Day To Day Attire:Loose fitting clothes, usually black and silver
Strengths:

• Strong Willpower
• Willingness to learn
• Ambitious

Weaknesses:

• Obsessive
• Socially Awkward
• Quick to temper

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Psychological Attributes

Lone Wolf * Conniving * Tenacious * Fearless

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Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Draven can be a bit bipolar. He is either deliriously happy, laughing uncontrollably at any little thing, or he is driven by goals, onsetting his obsessive compulsion. Though he may at times seem a food, there is a lot going on behind the eyes that he doesn't always let people know until it's too late. He is loyal to his friends, but of them, he currently has none. He is also willing to help, but usually only does so if he's getting something out of it.
Habits:

• Fidgets
• Compulsive liar

Hobbies: Card games
Fears:

• Failure
• Death
• Crowds

Likes:

• Power
• Strategy
• Alcohol
• Smoke
• Magic
• Women

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Soldiers
• Arrogance
• Competition
• Being lied to
• Laziness
• Thoughtlessness

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Skills

• Memorization: Draven is very good at learning spells and committing them to memory
• Multilingual: Can speak Common, Fel, Elven and Troll, all of which are requires for his studies.
• Alchemy: Proficient at making potions
• First Aid: Able to dress wounds and craft medicines
• Horseback ridin:g Proficient as riding horses
• Stick Combat: Draven relies mostly on magic for offense and self defense, bit he is also adept at using his scepter as a physical weapon, as well as any other Bo-type weapons.

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Magic

Type of Magic:Shadow/Demonic
Magic Specialization: Fel
Magic Examples:

• Immolation: Sets an enemy on Fire
• Shadowbolt: A bolt of Shadow Magic
• Summon/Control Demon: Bring forth a demonic entity and control it
• Agony: Causes instant and lasting pain in an enemy
• Drain Life: Heal wounds and blemishes by taking the life force of an enemy
• Ritual of Summoning: Teleport people from one place to another

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person:

• An Assortment of Ingredients: Small vials of commonly used ingredients for spells and potions
• Soulstone: A relic used in only the more dire of circumstances
• A Tome of Spells: Written record of the spells Draven has come to learn over the years
• A Utility Satchel: Where incredients, containers, and other assorted items are carried.
• A Scepter: A physical focus point for Draven to channel is spells when the spells are particularly complex.
• Coin: Draven makes a moderate living selling his potions and services

Weapons:Sceptor An ornate staff that stands 5ft (152cm) tall with a head that detaches into a knife.

Armor:

• Coat: leather, padded at the shoulders
• Boots: Dark leather
• Tunic: Dark leather
• Undershirt: Red cloth, longsleeve
• Hood: Cloth, attached to the coat
• Gloves: Fingerless leather gloves

Animals:

• Imp: Though technically a demon, he goes by the name Zepar, usually cloaked so only Draven can see him.

Magical Items: Only 2 magical Items of some kind.

• Mark of the Kirin Tor A necklace that passively enhances Draven's intellect and evidence of his life before we turned toward the dark arts.
• Hearth Ring: A ring that will return Draven alone to his home when activated.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: Healing Potion
• Item: Mana Potion
• Item: Healthstone
• Item: Potion of Invisibility

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History

Childhood: Draven grew up in a moderate household, raised to tend farm and look after the animals. His father tought him how to hunt and how to mend the injured (though most of his practice was on unfortunate cows who got attacked by wild animals).

Adulthood: When Draven grew older, he found farm life utterly boring and decided to instead pursue the study of magic. He found that he was naturally quite good and made it through the ranks as a young mage quite rapidly, being one of a select few honored by the Korin Tor for his aptitude. That all changed and he became banished once he found some tomes containing spells of Shadow and Fel. Draven refused to give up the studies and, for it, he became an outcast.

Special Moments: Draven turned his back on his whole life, including his family, in the pursuit of power and magic. He often thinks back to it, curious if he will grow to regret his choice, but the lure of Fel power always brings him back.

Current Events: Draven makes ends meet doing odd jobs, but that's just to keep food on the table, so to speak. In his off time, he is often out and about, looking for tomes, artifacts, or potential mentors. Anything to advance his magical prowess.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."
Theme Song: Sympathy For The Devil
Aura Color: Silver
Scent: Smokey

[Red7VII]

Dead Island (March 2019)
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Reno Valentine

Gender: Male

Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian

Height: 6'1"

Personality Description: Reno is ever the opportunist, trying to find the advantage in any situation. He's a small time crook that finally made enough green to take a vacation, with the intent of selling some of his wares to the party people at the hotel he'd be staying at. Little did he know that vacation was going to turn into a nightmare. Reno is not afraid to defend himself and is no stranger to guns and violence, given his profession. He is, however, one who does not trust easily and always looks out for himself first. Ever the deranged, perverted, drunk and/or high miscreant in any given situation, Reno tends to be socially awkward when around people of class.

Character Profession/Job/Career: Drug Dealer

Character Nationality: American

Skills:

• Firearm Proficiency
• Knife Proficiency
• Primitive Survival Skills

Weaknesses/Detriments:

• Reactionary
• Hot Headed

Character Blood Type: AB+

“This hell looks a lot like paradise.”

[Red7VII]

Absolute Comics: A DC & Marvel Singular Universe RP (March 2019)
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

T H E S E N T R Y

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"You hear that, Bruce ? It's time to play God."}

First and foremost, I want to start Robert Reynolds out while he is freshly discovering his power, erasing the preset history that Marvel intertwined into the canon universe. Robert Reynolds is going to be a down-on-his-luck victim of mediocrity who decides he's going to submit himself to medical experiments to make a little extra cash that he sorely needs. It's during this time that he crosses paths with Dr. Stagnum and is first introduced to the serum that changed his life.

His mental instability will remain intact, just like the canon version, with The Void being ever present in his own psyche, trying to excert control while Robert battles to remain rational and good. Initial powers and abilities will be limited and grow over time. The Sentry, as he is in Marvel Comics today, is rediculously overpowered so I definitely want to rewind the clock and take baby steps.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I've always liked The Sentry despite how divisive he can be with fans and have followed him since the original Marvel Knights run. I found the initial concept of the character relatable in that he's an average joe with aspirations for greatness while still bound by human weaknesses (like addiction, alcoholism, phobias, etc.). I think it would be interesting to try and reimagine how The Sentry came to be and just what your everyday person would do if they found out one day that they've basically got powers similar to superman without actually earning them or the status and experience that comes with it.

The duality that comes with the schizophrenia of which Robert suffers, especially when one of his personalities is a dark one, also seems like a concept that can prove to be entertaining to explore and write.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Supporting Cast:
Billy Turner: A young friend from work who's always got his head in the sky
Doctor Jonas Stagnum: The man who developed the syrum that created The Sentry
Doctor Cornelius Worth: Robert Reynolds' psychologist
Lindy Lee-Reynolds: Robert Reynolds' wife
Normie: Robert's dog, a shih tzu mix.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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The air was cool as it caressed his stubbled face. Robert habitually moved back and forth in his rocking chair, staring out into the empty cul de sac from his front porch as the insects of the night chirped out a tune looking for companionship. Robert wasn't looking for company, though. All he wanted was to be left alone.

His white t-shirt was tarnished with grease and oil, giving evidence to the fact that he spent most of the afternoon working on his car. He hated manual labor, but he also didn't have the necessary funds to pay someone else to do it. As he looked over at the table beside him, his eyes set on the glass atop it that was filled with whiskey and ice. Despite not being able to afford much else, Robert always made sure he had enough to keep that glass full. It was a point that Lindy liked to bring up often, usually before storming out of the room and hurling insults with language typically associated with sailors.

He slowly reached out for the glass and brought it to his lips, sipping just a bit and then letting the liquor swim around his mouth before swallowing. Normie's attention was piqued at the sound of the ice shuffling against the glass. The dog sat up on the porch for a moment, his tail wagging uncontrollably, before making the effort to come over and stand beside Robert, keeping himself up by placing it's front paws on his knees.

"No, Normie. You wouldn't like it," he slurred with a tone of exhaustion as if he's had this sort of conversation with the dog many times before. "This stuff'll kill you."

"Nothing can kill me, Bob. Not ever." Robert suddenly blinked, looking at the shih tzu with total bewilderment. With his free hand, he made a fist and rubbed his knuckles into his eyesocket before giving the dog a second glance. Normie just panted at him with a permanent grin.

"Did you just... Did you just talk?" The happy little dog slowly lost interest and pushed himself off Robert's knee before finding a cozy spot on the porch to lay on. Meanwhile, Robert's eyes were as wide as they could be, watching Normie as he went. 'Dogs don't talk', he reminded himself. 'How many glasses have I had...?' He looked at the whiskey in his hand as if he were about to accuse it of a heinous crime before abruptly putting it back on the table beside him. Enough was enough. Robert was so tired, he was starting to hallucinate. At least that's what he decided.

He pushed himself up off the rocker and turned to head inside, the front door being the last obstacle in his way. "C'mon, Normie," he called. The dog quickly obeyed, trailing just behind him as he reached for the knob. He tried to turn it, but it was resisting. The house tended to settle in different ways depending on the weather. Doors were easy to open in the winter, but in those summer months, they put up a fight. Robert gave a more exerted attempt, straining heavily as he tried to get the mechanism to turn. Just as he thought he was making progress, the entire knob snapped off with a loud CRACK. Robert still held the remnants in his hand and slowly held it up to his face to inspect what went wrong. As he let his fingers unravel, he found their shapes imprinted within the brass sphere. He had literally squeezed the metal so hard that it gave way to his strength.

Nothing was making sense.

"Lindy!" He shouted. "Open up the door. I can't do it from this side." He dropped the mangled doorknob to the ground and quickly wiped his hands off on his shirt as if the knob itself had some sort of germ that was responsible for its deformity.

"Got drunk and locked yourself out? Genius," came the muffled taunt from within. Robert's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed. He could feel his skin getting hot as anger began to set in.

"Dammit, Lindy! Open the door!" With that, he brought his fist down like a hammer right in the center of it, intending to bang loudly enough that Lindy might get stirred into action. Instead, it hit the door... and then kept going. The sound was like thunder as Robert's fist reduced the wooden door to splinters, leaving a big gaping hole in the middle of it.

"Jesus!" Lindy screamed out with shock as she scurried toward him from inside the house. "What the hell is going on with you?!" As she got closer, she slowed her advance, coming to a stop just shy of the doorway. What's that look on her face, he wondered. Was it fear?

"I don't know, I just..." He looked at his hands as if expecting to find the answer written somewhere on them. Alas, there were none. He set them down and looked at his wife through their newly acquired hole and said, "Just open the door."

P O S T C A T L O G:

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[Red7VII]

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Cold Front Tacitum (May 2019)

	Leonardo "Leo" Valentino Gender: Male Age: 40 Height: 183cm Weight: 84kg Occupation: Accountant, Money Launderer

Background

Leo grew up in a family of killers. His father was one of many goons for the Crogiolo Syndicate who took a bit of pleasure in doing the dirty work. He raised his boys, Leo and his two brothers, to be tools and weapons for The Family ever since they were young. His brother's had a bloodlust, but Leo never shared those impulses. You cut a man and he'll heal in a few days. The only way to cripple someone permanently is to take away everything that means something to them. While his brothers specialized in tormenting a mark's loved ones, Leo would attack their finances, their tax records, their deeds and the rest of their assets. He would chew you up and spit you out as a homeless, penniless shadow of your former self, leaving you to the wolves of the underworld to sort you out.

The Syndicate sent him to school to get his legitimate degrees and then put him in charge of helping manage the major financial movements within the Family. While Leo has no confirmed deaths on his record, he has a huge list of lives he's destroyed. He is very calm and calculated in all situations. He often overanalyzes a situation in order to predict all possible outcomes of an action before making the move. He can be quick to anger in confrontational situations and thinks quite highly of himself, often assuming that he is the smartest person in any given room.

Resources

• Pinstripe black suit
• 50 Cal Golden Desert Eagle Magnum
• 2019 Audi A8
• Modest home that is much bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside.
• A series of analog ledgers detailing the financial movements of the family
• An assortment of very expensive fountain pens
• Smartphone
• Top of the line laptop computer

Crimes

• Money laundering
• Forgery

[Red7VII]

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Cold Front: Antarctica (March 2019)

Status: Alive	Reno Valentine Gender: Male Age: 33 Height: 6'2" (188cm) Weight: 185 lbs (84kg) Citizenship(s): American Occupation: Custodian / Groundskeeper

Background

Reno never had a lot of opportunities growing up. Lower-class income, not particularly book smart and constantly more focused on his social life than his studies. After dropping out of college, he was looking for an easy way to make a buck. There was an opportunity to be a custodian and groundskeeper that paid a ridiculously inflated wage. The catch was, you had to relocate to Antarctica to fill the position and live there for an extended amount of time. Having nothing back home to tie him down, Reno decided to go for it. Now he calls this gigantic refrigerator Home, Sweet Home. Reno is always nice to the people that work there, but can get a little intimidated by them and their staggeringly specialized intelligence from time to time.

Inventory

1) Skeleton Key

2) Swiss Army Knife

3) Lighter

4) Pack of Cigarettes

5) Smartphone

6) Bottle of Whiskey

[Red7VII]

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Basic Information

Superhero/Villain Name

Bloody Marrok

Civilian Name

Marrok Scott Rouge

Origin City/Planet

San Antonio, Texas

Age

213 (Appears about 30)

Date of Birth

October 2, 1806

Appearance & Personality

Sex

Male

Race

Vampire

Height | Weight

6'3" | 190lbs

Civilian Appearance

Marrok has some difficulty when it comes to changing with the times. He still dresses the same he did when he fought in the Texas Revolution. Typically adorned in a long sleeves shirt, a vest, twin holsters and a black duster coat. He also fancies his leather cowboy hat a great deal, one of the few things he owns that has endured the years along with him. Dark leather boots and blue jeans are also a frequent favorite.

He has long dark hair that fall just shy of his shoulders and a goatee that stretches out into a full beard. He's extremely physically fit. His fangs are a little more accented than a humans, but subtle enough that people don't typically raise an eyebrow right off the bat. His eyes are vibrantly hazel, as if someone were shining a flashlight out from behind them given them a sort of natural gleam.

Costumed Appearance

Like outlaws of old, Marrok conceals his appearance with a red bandanna over his face. Being immortal and a vampire, it's imperative that no one discovers his identity as it would threaten his survival.

Costumed Personality

When in a confrontational situation, Marrok is straight to business. No quips, no jovial torture of his enemies. There is just the job. He moves silently, letting the shadows aid in their concealment of his approach, and he strikes. A job done quietly is a job well done.

Civilian Personality

When he's not trying to commit genocide against his own kind, he's indulging in life's pleasures. Drinking, smoking, fornicating... There are some pleasures in life that he refused to give up. When he's not trying to make his day as exciting as possible, he works as a bounty hunter searching for criminals that are normal and super-powered alike.

Civilian Occupation

Bounty Hunter

Abilities

Skills

• Expert Marksman
• Adept at riding horses, motorcycles and most any land vehicles.
• Has a particular knack for playing cards, Texas Hold 'Em being his game of choice.
• Able to perform rudimentary first aid, a skill he learned as a solder.

Powers*

• Super Strength: Marrok's strength is supernaturally advanced due to the his infection with vampirism. He is several times stronger than that of a normal human, but his strength has its limits.
• Superhuman Stamina: So long as he continues to consume human blood, Marrok can function tirelessly without rest or relaxation. However, a vampire's stamina wanes the closer it is to sunrise.
• Regeneration: In addition to being virtually indestructible, whatever damage Marrok does in fact suffer can be healed through the consumption of human blood.
• Transformation: Though some vampires in the DC Universe, such as Andrew Bennett, can take on a variety of forms, Marrok has only mastered that of the Bat and the Wolf. When attempting to transform into a wolf he is able to halt the transformation halway, becoming what many would picture as a werewolf with both humanoid and canine characteristics.
• Immortality: So long as Marrok continue to consume blood, he will not age beyond the physical state he was in when he first became a vampire.
• Enhances Senses: Marrok's vision, hearing and smell are amplified and mastered in a manner many times greater than a Human's.
• Hypnosis: Marrok is able to influence the minds of the weak willed to some degree. While he can't control someone like a puppet, he can make them consider certain actions with an extra bit of psychic persuasion.

Weaknesses

• Sunlight:The sun becomes very corrosive and painful when it directly hits Marrok's skin. Too much exposure will trigger a sort of spontaneous combustion that will ultimately end his existence.
• Wooden Stake: Having his heart impaled by a wooden stake is the traditional and fool proof way to kill him.
• Garlic: Garlic causes a more mild corrosive effect, less severe than sunlight but still uncomfortable.
• Religious Symbols: Religion has its own power and Marrok's cursed eyes have the ability to see those sorts of powerful auras that surround significant artifacts. THat being the case, if you shoved a crucifix in his face, it would be light hitting him with a flash bang. The more faith you have, the more blinding the artifact becomes. Simply viewing an artifact will not caught physical damage but if the wielder is very devout and touches Marrok with the symbol of their faith, it may burn his skin on contact.
• Bloodlust: As much as Marrok strives to leave the world better than he found it, he still has to quench that thirst. A lust for blood is ever present and grows exponentially hour by hour. He needs to have a healthy feast at least once a week to maintain control of his facilities before the bloodlust and the demon within take over.

Weapons

Marrok carries four weapons with him at all times. A stake that is coated in silver with an exposed wooden tip that he always keeps sharp. Twin six shooters that have been blessed by a priest. He can only hold onto these guns with gloves or else he experiences discomfort. He had his guns blessed so that he could use them as weapons against the undead. Where once a blood sucker could take a bullet and keep on coming, now they feel God's wrath with every shot. And finally a bowie knife, the steel of which was laced when silver metal when it was forged, adding a potentially supernatural sting to his stabs.

Biography

Character History/Origin

Marrok was about 30 years old when he fought in the Texas Revolutionary War. It was on the field of battle where he met his end and new beginning. Seeing the insurmountable odds ahead, Col. James Fannin organized a task force that was built to play dirty. They secret team was tasked to operate at night and stay out of sight. On their premiere mission to infiltrate Santa Anna's forces, most of Marrok's troupe fell to one individual in particular: Antonio Vega.

Despite how many bullets and knives they put into the man, Antonio simply would not go down. His eyes flashed like a demon's as the campfire reflected within them, dancing in his pupils. Marrok was the last man standing as crimson mouthed Antonio looked upon him and laughed. Marrok refused to go down easily, though. As they tussled, Marrok stabbed him several times in the ribs and even bit off one of his ears, refusing to surrender to fear at the beast before him. Impressed with his courage and tenacity, Antonio decided not to kill him after all, but to curse him. He made him his own undead enforcer and protector.

Marrok was reluctantly let into the fold of the Mexican army at Antonio's insistence. Whether or not Antonio's countrymen knew what he was, they at least knew he was not to be trifled with. For several weeks, Antonio introduced Marrok to his new life what the gifts that came with it. Marrok proved to be a very fast learner but where he and his mentor differed was with whom to feed upon.
Antonio was a fan of the weak, the manipulated, the easily dealt with. Marrok insisted that they fight their urge and make the best of a bad situation; If they had to feed, let them feed on evil.

Then came the Battle of Coleto Creek. Col. James Fannin's forces were overrun by the Mexican army. James Fannin and 344 of his men were then executed at Goliad, Texas under Santa Anna's orders, his preferred way of dealing with rebels. When Marrok found out, he became infuriated. He lashed out at his mentor and fled the barracks becoming a deserter and a shadow.

From then on, Marrok followed his original creed. There was nothing he could do about the monster he'd become, but he could still control his actions. He would feed on evil and bring down those who wished to prey on the innocent, including his own kind.

* Powers taken from the DC Lore surrounding Andrew Bennett and the I, Vampire series

[Red7VII]

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Basic Information

Superhero/Villain Name

N/A

Civilian Name

Sunny Wilder (Wukong)

Origin City/Planet

New York City, New York

Age

24

Date of Birth

March 27

Appearance & Personality

Sex

Male

Race

Half Demon

Height | Weight

6' | 175lbs

Civilian Appearance

Sunny dresses casually most of the time. If he is trying to blend in, you'll also see him wearing sunglasses to help conceal his particularly unusual looking eyes. His upper lip has an indentation similar to a hairlip but with more of a simian look to it. He also has a prehensile tail that he usually keeps hidden within his clothing.

His skin is naturally tan and his hair is a very pale blond. His feet, knuckles and arms are always are also unusually hairy. His eyes are golden.

He is fairly lean and has an odd sort of walk to him, the rhythm of which is slightly off beat compared to anyone else roaming the sidewalks.

Costumed Appearance

Sunny interacts with everyone as himself. He is his own most powerful weapon, so there is no need for holsters or body armor of any type. He also is relatively new to his identity and this world, so he has yet to make any efforts to hide who he is.

Costumed Personality

When Sunny is 'on the clock' and looking to aid someone or bring about vengeance upon an enemy, he is extremely excited and jovial to the point of being blatantly silly. He loves fighting and even likes losing, the latter of which just excites him more and makes he want to do better.

You will hardly ever see Sunny get angry unless he is faced with tragedy or failure that results in good people getting hurt. Despite outward appearances, he takes the role of Protector quite seriously.

Civilian Personality

Sunny, when 'off the clock' and just roaming about is an extremely curious and fun loving individual. He has no fear of anything so his curiousity often leads to him getting in trouble or committing some faux pas. He loves animals and the wilderness and finds technology to be wondrous, but ultimately pointless.

Civilian Occupation

Vagrant

Abilities

Skills

• Martial arts master
• Extremely capable with a bo staff
• Very keen animal-like senses. Can smell, see and hear things better than humans.
• Rediculously agile and acrobatic

Powers

• Super Strength: The upper limits of Sunny's strength is unknown. It's a power that seems to scale with his will. In its most common state, Sunny would be quite capable of flipping a car on its side. With a great deal of effort and willpower, this ability can be magnified. This ability also aids in his agility. He can leap twenty feet into the air in most instances and is quite gifted at climbing.
• Durability: Sunny's origin has gifted him with being a very tough customer. While he can be broken, it would take Herculean effort to do so. If he were to be hit by a speeding car, he would very likely walk away from the incident with minor abrasions at worst.
• Accelerated Healing: If you manage to break him, he will not heal instantly. However, what might take a human months to heal from would take him days at most.
• Magic Awareness: Sunny has magic coursing through his veins, but he is no mage. He is all fighter. That said, the magic within him grants him a few passive advantages. He can sense Magic around him as well as other being of magic or demonic descent. He also has a resistance to magic that is used against him (Read: Resistance, not immunity). While it is not his strength, Sunny can effectively enact spells in dire times of need, but he has none memorized. Much like Shazam, most of his innate magic passively amplifies his strength, durability and survival.
• Immortality: Passed to him from his maker, Sunny is effectively immortal and will never die of old age.

Weapons

Sunny's only weapon is his jingu bang. An artifact passed to him with magical properties of its own, the staff has the ability to change size and length at Sunny's command. It is usually shrunk down to the size of a toothpick and kept tucked up in Sunny's ear.

Biography

Character History/Origin

Sunny is his father's son and his father is one of many demonic lords of chaos. A Junior to his Senior, Sunny shares a lot of the traits of his father, though he is not nearly as powerful. Sunny's father is a shapeshifting god of mischief and power. In one of his many self indulgent adventures, he came to Earth Prime to witness the spectacle of super human beings. While there, he also found lust in the form of a very wealthy human woman named Victoria Wilder. Having had his fun, Sunny's father left, leaving Victoria pregnant with his demonic offspring.

The birthing process was alarming and quite dangerous. Victoria barely survived during the 3 month incubation process before Sunny finally breached and came into the world. The doctors were baffled to find a baby with simian features including a tail. When they asked Victoria if they should remove it, she was overcome with grief, the realization that her baby was something strange and foreign had set in, triggering a sense of depression. Ultimately, she left the tail alone and tried to raise the boy as best she could, under the circumstances.

Though Sunny has never met his patriarch, on his 16th birthday a package had arrived. The box was no bigger than an earring case with a note that said "From me to you. -SW" Within was what appeared to be a red and gold toothpick. When Sunny lifted it out of the case, it immediately sprouted out to an appropriate size to act as a bo staff. When he handed it to his mother for inspection, she immediately dropped it, the staff being far too heavy for her to weld.

As time went on, Sunny's mother continued to try and hide him from the world. All of his schooling was private and they almost never left the manor grounds. It became incredibly alarming, then, when Victoria found out she had cancer that was projected to take her life within months. Once it finally happened, Sunny was 23 years old. He took no comfort in her passing, not even when her lawyer, Gordon, informed him that she left all her wealth and assets solely to him to help keep him in his safe little bubble.

Sunny wanted no part of it. He left his life behind to set out on his own. Preferring the freedom of living outdoors and anywhere he wanted, Sunny began treating every day like a new adventure. Though he has not touched a cent of his inheritance, Victoria's lawyer set the money aside in an account that only Sunny can access should he ever have a change of heart. Like a guardian angel, Gordon continued to check on the young man but knew that there was no containing him anymore. Sunny was too in love with the world to ever close it off again.

[Red7VII]

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Red Dead Reckoning

Name
Draven Creed

Age
32

Gender
Male

Appearance
Long black hair, beard, grungy look to him. Usually wearing a black straight brimmed hat and duster.

Occupations (Former or otherwise)
Outlaw - A talented thief, pickpocket, manipulator and fraud. His guns costed a pretty penny, but his forked tongue is invaluable.
Hitman - He's been known to be a gun for hire, so long as the person he was taking down deserved the bullet.

Assets
Twin pistols, black, with wolves engraved into the pearl hilts.
Belt with ammo capacity and two holsters around the waist
Thor "God of Thunder" - A massive dark Shire horse.

Personality
Among those he considers friends, Draven can be very laid back and jovial. When in the presence of mixed company, however, his attitude takes on an intense seriousness. Though he has a conscience, it is often buried behind the mask he feels he needs to wear to protect his people and himself from a world looking to take them down.

He has a personality that is prone to addiction. He smokes tobacco (among other things), drinks, sleeps around, gambles, and loves a good bareknuckle fight.

History
Draven was the son of a whore and an outlaw named Daniel "Butcher" Creed. The latter was the right hand man to Brock McLane, infamous leader of The Black Coats, a loose knit organization of ex-military men who took to a life of stealing and hell raising. Brock was a very charismatic leader, but not the brightest of planners. In the end, he took several bullets to the chest and fell dead along with the rest of his men in a botched train robbery. The Butcher was the last to go down, taking nearly every Pinkerton at the scene down with him before be bled out.

Draven was raised by the widows and old timers that were left behind at the camp. Ol' Joe Harris, one of the oldest with the group and considered a sage of sorts, took Draven under his wing and taught him how to shoot, ride, hunt and strategize. The old man soon fell, himself, to natural causes. The Black Coats were no more and Draven decided it was time to break off on his own.

Since then, he wandered the lands looking for his place in the world. His mischievous and debaucherous upbringing never ceased to be a part of his life. If you ever came across him, you could bet he was there to piss someone off. All you could do was hope it wasn't you.

Theme Song:
Red Right Hand By Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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Name
Seven

Age
10

Gender
Female

Appearance
Long, brunette hair, freckles just atop her cheeks, pale skin. Usually seen in denim and boots and hardly ever without dirt on her person.

Occupations (Former or otherwise)
Novice Outlaw - She is an apprentice of Draven and new to the darker side of the world.

Assets
1 small six shooter
Belt with holster
Sunny - A blonde Tennessee Walker

Personality
Usually quiet at first, Seven is very reserved but methodical. She is constantly analyzing situations, choosing her words well, planning her next actions and weighing the consequences. Her street knowledge is incredibly impressive considering how shallow her life experience is.

History
Seven's beginnings are shrouded in mystery. What is known is that where Draven is, Seven is not far behind. While she is more of a source of brain power rather than strength, Draven considers her an invaluable asset and has a father's love for her. Draven has taught her how to shoot, ride, and kill without regret. Though she seems small and insignificant, one who regards her ought to be reminded about the truth of little balls of power: Dynamite comes in small packages.

Theme Song
Gunpowder & Lead by Miranda Lambert

[Red7VII]

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Basic Information

Secret Identity

Zane Grey

Code Name

Gargoyle

Age

22

Personality

Loyal, Fearless, Flirty, Strategic, Sarcastic

Experience

3 Months

Occupation

Gravekeeper's Assistant

Abilities

Skills

• Fair Hand-to-hand combatant. While expert martial artists could probably beat him on technique, he tends to hold his own in most brawls.
• Advanced Memory. Not a superhuman trait, but Zane's ability to recall memories is considered impressive and has lead to bouts of depression when he find himself unable to forget a particularly traumatizing experience. It has also served him a great deal in his education as he find himself quick to learn just about anything and can recall that information with great detail.
• Has a particular knack for playing cards, Texas Hold 'Em being his game of choice.
• Very computer savvy. He is no hacker, but is well versed in modern technology.

Powers

• The Gargoyle: In Zane's every day life, he is as vulnerable as any other person around him. His strength and abilities are also comparable to people of his size and build. His superhuman abilities spring forth when he engages his other form, The Gargoyle, which he can do at will and for an indefinite amount of time, for reasons he is not quite sure of. All subsequent powers will be exclusive to his gargoyle form. As The Gargoyle, Zane has batlike wings, sharpened claws, vampiric looking fangs, small horns that protrude from his skull, a prehensile tail, and loss of color in his skin, giving him a grey tone overall. His eyes also emanate an emerald hue in this form.
• Durability: As if he were made out of stone, The Gargoyle is incredibly durable. While bullets bring pain, they are not an automatic death sentence. Shooting him is like shooting a grizzly bear. Send enough bullets and eventually he'll go down, but he's going to put up a fight. Fire does not particularly bother him in terms of physical pain.
• Regeneration: If Zane sustains a significant injury and then changes to The Gargoyle, the healing process of that injury will have advanced greatly due to the biological transformation. Injuries sustained as The Gargoyle will heal faster than a human, but only by half as long.
• Strength: The Gargoyle is extremely strong, able to flip over a vehicle with some extended effort. Able to lift a vehicle over his head with quite a bit more effort, capping his strength potential.
• Flight: The Gargoyle is able to utilize his wings to execute flight. His wings operate similarly to a birds, so his speed in the air is proportionately accurate to his size. His wings are strong enough that he can carry someone of equal size while in flight, but that would be it before it becomes too heavy to get airborne.
• Night Vision: The Gargoyle can see perfectly in the dark and has also gifted Zane with slight night vision.

Weaknesses

• Bright Lights:Since The Gargoyle came into his life, Zane's eyes were changed, becoming quite advanced in the dark and more vulnerable in the light. Because of this, Zane is nearly always wearing sunglasses. The Gargoyle will also become stunned for a moment if he has to suffer sudden brightness.
• Human Form When Zane is just Zane, he's as vulnerable to any human's weaknesses as the next person.
• Naivety: Zane does not know where his powers come from, nor does he understand how they work. While he can adeptly utilize them, he's barely tapped his full potential.
• Water: Zane has a phobia of water, even before The Gargoyle became a part of his life. Incidentally, The Gargoyle loses a lot of his combat proficiency when submerged, making him very vulnerable to attacks.

How did Arrowcaster find you?

Rumors of The Gargoyle hunting criminals at night have begun to circulate in the local criminal circles. Most of them don't believe, but they pass along the bizarre tales nonetheless. Once Arrowcaster heard the stories, he decided to investigate it for himself.

Lo and behold, when Arrowcaster followed criminals in Zane's town, he soon found The Gargoyle striking them down.

Biography

Character Bio

Zane has been a college student, nearing his graduation. While he went to school during the day, he became an assistant worker at a church cemetery at night, helping the groundskeeper maintain the property, set the tombstones and perform other labor intensive tasks.

One night, while on the job, he felt like he heard a voice coming from one of the mausoleums. There were no names on the structure, just decorative stone carvings and a lone gargoyle sitting at its roof's peak. Hesitantly, Zane went inside to check it out. As he entered, he saw what appeared to be a silhouette of something inhuman. Before he could react, the living shadow sprung forth and everything went black.

Zane woke up at the hospital, the groundskeeper having reported the incident. Once they gave him a clean bill of health and an explanation of dehydration that led to fainting, Zane went back to his apartment ready to dismiss the whole ordeal as just a silly tale to tell at parties. That's when the change first came upon him. Suddenly and violently, Zane transformed into The Gargoyle.

Over the past few months, he's been learning to control it and to use it for good. He's mastered triggering the switch and flying, but he is far from fluent in all of his abilities.

One Year Later

After a year's worth of experience and training, he'll eventually uncover the fact that he can manipulate stone, using this new ability in a variety of different ways such as a means for constructing weapons and armor.

[Red7VII]

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The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Name:
Ezekiel 'Zeke' Midas

Image/Physical Description:
Standing just under 7 feet in height, Zeke maintains an imposing presence. His body is honed to near muscular perfection. He wears a beard and keeps the hair atop his head relatively short. He tends to dress in darker, casual clothes. A black T-shirt and dark blue jeans is his main staple, as well as a red leather jacket with a black hoodie when the situation calls for it.

Sex:
Male

Age:
420 years

Height:
6' 11" (211cm)

Species:
Exceptional Apex Werewolf

Physical abnormalities (tattoos, scars, etc):
Zeke has a scar, an animal bite, that rests on his right shoulder that has a spherical shape to it, looking almost like the scarification of a jagged sunshine. His arms are decorated with various tattoos, usually images that note a specific moment in his long history that he doesn't want to forget.

Anything else we need to know about you right off the bat (optional):
Zeke was the former enforcer of the Red Hoods, serving as the agency's ultimate weapon against the things that go bump in the night as well as living motivation for those donning the hood to keep in line.

His interactions with the members of the Red Hoods were fairly limited during his career, choosing to converse mostly and nearly exclusively with Commander Rouge. After the Red Hoods took their last stand and ultimately unraveled, Zeke initially tried to salvage the organization but was unsuccessful. He accepted that he was alone in the fight and operated solo, continuing the Red Hoods' fight as a monster that took down worse monsters. As the years went on, Zeke's personality, motivations and attitude changed and evolved with each passing year. The Zeke today is almost unrecognizable from the Zeke of yesteryear. One must determine for themselves whether or not that is a good thing.

[Red7VII]

Nowhere to Hyde

Inspiration: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Abilities/ Skills:

Advanced Intelligence - Ward's father came from a scientific background and the young man has a natural affinity for knowledge in general. His modified genetics, thanks to his father's altered genes, also aid in his ability to process, analyze and memorize information. Because of this, his is multilingual, an expert chemist and fluent in most forms of technology. The nearly constant activity in his mind often gets in the way of his sleep. On any given day, Ward typically only rests for a couple of hours before getting back to work.

Highly Durable - While Ward can't flip a car over with his bare hands, his body is unnaturally fortified. While he can be broken, it would take a lot of concentrated effort. For example, if you were to hit him with a car, he would likely pick himself back up and dust himself off before going on with his business, but if you were to shove a grenade down his throat, he would most certainly be done for. Bullets will tear through his skin, but they wouldn't necessarily be able to make it through his bones unless they were high caliber armor piercing rounds.

Combat Proficiency - Ward's physical strength is comparable to any other human, however he has trained himself in various forms of armed and unarmed combat and is proficient with a variety of weapons, which aids greatly in the day to day operation of his criminal empire.

Telepathy - Ward's supernatural mind is so advanced that he soon discovered he could enter others' minds as well. While the ability to rapaciously read a person's mind is incredibly difficult, especially depending on the person, his ability to communicate with others through a mental connection is easily done. On weaker minded individuals (Read: mostly Trash NPCs), he can even induce behavior akin to hypnosis. While the limits of this ability are not currently known, he mostly uses it as a supernatural walkie talkie to direct his cronies or terrify his enemies.

History:

Dr. Henry Jekyll gave birth to Mr. Edward Hyde through chemical induction, creating a monster composed of his own evil. Mr. Hyde was conniving, harbored murderous intent and had a power of will that eventually overtook Jekyll's psyche. Soon Dr. Henry Jekyll ceased to exist, being consumed by his own creation. Eventually, there was only Hyde.

The potion that gave Hyde life also gave him power. His body and mind were forever altered, fortified and corrupted. As Edward Hyde made his way in the world, he satisfied whatever urge happened to pique his interest, including those of a carnal nature. That is where our story starts for our Ward, the one and only son of Mr. Edward Hyde.

Ward grew up a bastard to a whore. Nothing about him fit the mold of "normal". One need only be within a few paces of him to feel his eerie presence. Quiet and calculating, fearless and also horrifying, Ward is certainly his father's son but perhaps an improvement upon the original. Whereas his father was known to be a man of monstrous strength, Ward's greatest power does not live in the fibers of his muscles. Instead, his horrifying abilities come from his mind.

Growing up in poverty, Ward quickly learned meaning of survival on the streets. While his mother turned tricks, he busied himself with organizing scores, small time burglaries and pickpocketing with a gang of like-minded youths. His prowess for strategy and action was obvious to all and as the years went by, his small gang of street rats turned into a criminal empire with him at the head of the table.

Ward's abilities manifested when he was in his teenage years and were invaluable to cementing his status as top dog among his degenerate ilk. He would terrorize his foes, entering their minds and relentlessly haunting them, pushing them to the brink of madness until they surrendered to his will or forfeited their life.

Everyone in his hometown grew to know his name, but none would dare speak it. He was the living Boogeyman who ruled the city with an iron fist. He had one demand: Fall in line or bleed. Even his own mother grew to fear him. She lived alone in a luxurious home that Ward bought for her, filled with hired help that would see to her needs, but calling it a 'life' was a stretch of the word. She was an animal in an expensive cage from which she would never be allowed to escape. In Ward's mind, he was keeping her safe. To her, she was a prisoner.

Ward's supernatural infamy and penchant for bloodshed eventually caught the attention of the Lord of Darkness, who presented Ward with a lucrative offer. Join him and open up up his assets for Dracula's use and in return he would give Ward access to more power than he could ever hope to gain on his own. While Ward wasn't sure if he truly needed what the vampire was offering, his curiosity was formidable enough that he gave in and agreed to combine resources before formally taking a seat on the Council of the Night.

Goals:

Ward's goal is to conquer. He wants life to bend to his will and he will stop at nothing to accrue the power he needs to make that happen.

Theme Song: Killing Strangers

Notes: The original Mr. Edward Hyde (Senior) is said to still exist in the world, though Ward has no interest in seeking him out. In his mind, if his father wants nothing to do with him then, in return, he wants nothing to do with his father.

[Red7VII]

Marrock, Lion's Sin of Pride

Name:

Marrock

Age:

41 (Appears 29)

Appearance:

Marrok's face was framed in dark unkempt hair, stubble, and protruding fangs that give away his dark origins.

Portrait

Race:

Vampire

Sin:

Lion's Sin of Pride

Backstory/how they got their sin:

Marrock was born under the sun's rays in the Kingdom of Edinburgh and, on his twenty-ninth birthday, he was born again... to the night. Twelve years ago, vampires who were imprisoned by the Demon King after their failure in the Holy War were suddenly freed through mysterious means. The clan established themselves in Edinburgh, massacring the population and turning them, too, into vampires. Marrock found himself amongst the changed.

When his blood was once warm, Marrok made a living as an actor, using his innate ability of illusion to put on captivating performances that ushered in coin and fame. Arrogance was quick to follow, however, and the young man began demanding preferential treatment from merchants whilst despising and shaming those he deemed as dirty peasants. Marrock surrounded himself with what luxuries were available and never moreso than on his birthday. That night, the monsters attacked and chaos ensued. Thinking himself a warrior and a great speaker after having played one for so long, Marrock tried to stand up to the fiends, to reason with them. Their reply was swift and bloody.

After being attacked, Marrock tried to hide amidst the chaos and hellish assault, using his abilities to camouflage his whereabouts. Just ahead of him, he caught notice of a poor, young girl. Her tears paved trails of cleanliness on dirt covered cheeks as she looked around desperately for her parents, her cries drowned out by the horrific screams of the townsfolk. The more he lost blood, the weaker Marrock became. He really only had enough energy to cast an illusion of concealment on one of them, but not both. She was gutter trash. He was the great Marrock, weaver of stories and master of fantasy. Marrock made his choice.

Resistance to the curse became increasingly futile until Marrock finally had to give in to the darkness. Moments later, he was a new person. A ravenous, cold shadow of his former self, Marrock has walked the earth for over two decade as a vampire with an extraordinary set of gifts, the sight of that little girl being town to bits forever playing back in his mind, gnawing at his guilt, his sacrifice of innocence. Wallowing in mild depression, Marrock can be seen most haunting taverns and gambling tables, though you may just catch sight of him in the audience if a theatre troupe is in town.

Powers:

Enhances abilities at Night (Racial)
Faster, stronger, more powerful... Marrock's abilities are naturally enhanced when the sun goes down.

Regeneration (Racial)
Gifted with an unnatural ability to regenerate, which is enhances greatly by the consumption of blood.

Possession (Racial)
The ability to feed on a victim and turn them into an undead slave.

Light Manipulation (Sin Oriented)
The ability to manipulate light for a variety of applications, of which are still evolving.

Angel's Touch - A focused expulsion of light out of Marrock's palm resulting in a powerful laser blast.
Devil's Sight - Marrock can manipulate light particles to create visual illusions, though these illusions are not tangible.
Bring The Night - The ability to bend light away, creating shadow and darkness. He passively uses this power to keep an aura of darkness around himself, limited any irritation caused by the sun.

Side effects of powers:

Marrock's entire life force is fueled by blood consumption. His powers are no different; use of his powers drain him physically and significant displays would require a feeding to fully recover from.

Sacred treasure:

Unquenchable Parasol Zepar - A contactable umbrella composed of several metal, detachable razors. With a precise flick or gesture, the razors fly off of the umbrella's mast, soaring towards its target. Each blade can be recalled by will back to the umbrella. Fully composed, the umbrella also serves as a formidable shield and the magic imbued within the sacred treasure also allows for controlled flight, albeit only at casual speeds, not nearly fast enough for complex combat applications.

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Extras:
The Lion's Sin of Pride mark resides in his right palm.

Mark of Pride

[Red7VII]

Oswald "Oz, Ozzie" Shaw

Age:

33

Role:

Stoner (every horror movie needs one!)

Psychic:

No

Skills/Abilities of Note:

Oz is a great reader of body language and, despite the laid back way in which he typically carries himself, he can be a very persuasive individual and is surprisingly business savvy. He is also the first to jump toward practical solutions to problems, even if those solutions seem cowardly. In his business (the collecting and distributing of certain plants), he's learned to handle small firearms and can throw a punch but is, by no means, a seasoned or trained fighter. He is a novice, through and through, and typically relies on wit, resources, or his ability to run away to solve or dismiss his problems.

Willpower:

4*

Fear:

4*

Background:

Typically a guy that likes to dabble in his own supply, Ozzie is your run of the mill stoner whose life is themed around his product. Funny, opportunistic and resourceful, Oz is a pretty entertaining person to have around. After high school, Oz forwent college to jump right into business, first as a runner before creating a more entrepreneurial enterprise. Now he spends most of the time in a trashy house that he owns with people constantly trafficking in and out. (Think James Franco from Pineapple Express).
After hearing about his clients' encounters with monsters, his paranoia is at an all-time high, which leads him to self medicate even more, exacerbating an ouroboros lifestyle.

Previous Encounter/s:

No - Oz has not had any direct contact but, through his various clientele and associates, he is aware of others' stories about their own encounters. Because of this, he is very timid about being out at night and keeps a handgun with him at all times.

Resources:

Due to the shadiness of his business, Oz has a full Rolodex (figuratively speaking) of other shady people that might be willing to help in a pinch, which he has saved in his Cell Phone, an item he is tethered to 24 hours a day with plenty of various power cord adapters so that he can charge in a car, in an outlet, through a USB and even has a small powerbank. He also owns one handgun with a small supply of ammo that he mostly has for show and is never without product, a small pipe, a lighter and some papers.

Odds of Survival:

1

*these numbers are tentative and due to change at the GM/Co-GM's discretion. My main goal is to imply that Oz is fairly weak willed, but not a pushover and can be easily scared, but won't run from every fight.

[Red7VII]

The Smartest Man In The Room

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Name: Cletus Hickman

Gender: Male

Age: 40

Physical Description: Standing at 5'10", Cletus is not particularly imposing. He is the product of a healthy diet consisting of beer and beef jerky, almost exclusively. Portly, unkempt and shrouded in odor that could make a person suddenly lose their sense of location, Cletus is certainly impressionable when you first meet him. With a wardrobe that includes overalls, 1 of 2 shirts that he rotates around during the week and a cap, it's not hard to recognize this man from a distance. He almost always looks the same as he did the day, the month, the year before.

Applied Position: Pump Attendant

BUCKET LIST

REASON FOR EMPLOYMENT: In Cletus' words: "The beer ain't gonna pay for itself." Not exactly a go-getter, the man took a job at the gas station because no one else wanted him. Despite his efforts in various interview processes to educate his potential employers about government conspiracies including, but not limited to, mind controlling nano bots that are injected into your blood when you vaccinate, how Mark Zuckerberg is actually a member of the Reptilian race and Facebook is his way of creating an index of all living humans, and how ghosts aren't really dead people (just flashes of other humans living in a parallel dimension), it always somehow resulted in him getting passed over or quickly terminated. That was until he came to Gas-Way.

BUDGETING: Cletus' expenditures all involve the 3 B's; Beer, Beef Jerky and Boobs. Despite his dashing appearance and suave charm, Ol' Clete has never been accused of being a ladies man. Instead, his courtship of the fairer sex often involves poles and dollar bills.

LIKES: The 3 B's explained above as well as NASCAR, InfoWars and cat videos

DISLIKES: "Funny Folk", the Illuminati, Reptilians and taxes

TRINKETS: One multi-tool that he keeps in his side pocket, one wrench that he has secured in a loop on his overalls and a nudey magazine rolled up and tucked in his back pocket.

BACKGROUND CHECK

With 2 years out of 4 of a high school education under his belt, Cletus' professional resume is largely undocumented. Realizing he could not sustain a living by solely changing buddies' brakes in their driveway or fixing broken lawn mowers, Cletus branched out to various mechanic shops. While his work was on point, his personality was not which always left him back out on the streets within weeks. Finally he found a home at the Gas-Way where he was kept mostly away from people, telling his stories of impending invasion to the pumps and the refuse.

SKILLS AND QUALIFICATIONS

Mechanically Savvy > Put him in front of a computer and Cletus is destined to go crosseyed. Bring him a beater that won't start and he'll have her purring within a week.

Simple, but Obedient > Cletus knows he's not a leader and while he's also not very self motivated, he will perform the tasks he is assigned, typically without question.

Emotionally Impervious > Criticize him, insult him, degrade his station... Cletus, like the honey badger, don't care. His short attention span and lack of empathy makes him emotionally invincible.

Paranoid > Cletus will converse with anyone and, yet, trust no one. Willing to believe any conspiracy theory presented to him, the good ol' boy delights in the mistrust of society and denounces anything that sounds suspiciously like malarkey such as science, the government and glutens.

[Red7VII]

Marrock, Lion's Sin of Pride

Name:

Marrock

Age:

41 (Appears 29)

Appearance:

Marrok's face was framed in dark unkempt hair, stubble, and protruding fangs that give away his dark origins.

Portrait

Race:

Vampire

Sin:

Lion's Sin of Pride

Backstory/how they got their sin:

Marrock was born under the sun's rays in the Kingdom of Edinburgh and, on his twenty-ninth birthday, he was born again... to the night. Twelve years ago, vampires who were imprisoned by the Demon King after their failure in the Holy War were suddenly freed through mysterious means. The clan established themselves in Edinburgh, massacring the population and turning them, too, into vampires. Marrock found himself amongst the changed.

When his blood was once warm, Marrok made a living as an actor, using his innate ability of illusion to put on captivating performances that ushered in coin and fame. Arrogance was quick to follow, however, and the young man began demanding preferential treatment from merchants whilst despising and shaming those he deemed as dirty peasants. Marrock surrounded himself with what luxuries were available and never moreso than on his birthday. That night, the monsters attacked and chaos ensued. Thinking himself a warrior and a great speaker after having played one for so long, Marrock tried to stand up to the fiends, to reason with them. Their reply was swift and bloody.

After being attacked, Marrock tried to hide amidst the chaos and hellish assault, using his abilities to camouflage his whereabouts. Just ahead of him, he caught notice of a poor, young girl. Her tears paved trails of cleanliness on dirt covered cheeks as she looked around desperately for her parents, her cries drowned out by the horrific screams of the townsfolk. The more he lost blood, the weaker Marrock became. He really only had enough energy to cast an illusion of concealment on one of them, but not both. She was gutter trash. He was the great Marrock, weaver of stories and master of fantasy. Marrock made his choice.

Resistance to the curse became increasingly futile until Marrock finally had to give in to the darkness. Moments later, he was a new person. A ravenous, cold shadow of his former self, Marrock has walked the earth for over two decade as a vampire with an extraordinary set of gifts, the sight of that little girl being town to bits forever playing back in his mind, gnawing at his guilt, his sacrifice of innocence. Wallowing in mild depression, Marrock can be seen most haunting taverns and gambling tables, though you may just catch sight of him in the audience if a theatre troupe is in town.

Powers:

Enhances abilities at Night (Racial)
Faster, stronger, more powerful... Marrock's abilities are naturally enhanced when the sun goes down.

Regeneration (Racial)
Gifted with an unnatural ability to regenerate, which is enhances greatly by the consumption of blood.

Possession (Racial)
The ability to feed on a victim and turn them into an undead slave.

Light Manipulation (Sin Oriented)
The ability to manipulate light for a variety of applications, of which are still evolving.

Angel's Touch - A focused expulsion of light out of Marrock's palm resulting in a powerful laser blast.
Devil's Sight - Marrock can manipulate light particles to create visual illusions, though these illusions are not tangible.
Bring The Night - The ability to bend light away, creating shadow and darkness. He passively uses this power to keep an aura of darkness around himself, limited any irritation caused by the sun.

Side effects of powers:

Marrock's entire life force is fueled by blood consumption. His powers are no different; use of his powers drain him physically and significant displays would require a feeding to fully recover from.

Sacred treasure:

Unquenchable Parasol Zepar - A contactable umbrella composed of several metal, detachable razors. With a precise flick or gesture, the razors fly off of the umbrella's mast, soaring towards its target. Each blade can be recalled by will back to the umbrella. Fully composed, the umbrella also serves as a formidable shield and the magic imbued within the sacred treasure also allows for controlled flight, albeit only at casual speeds, not nearly fast enough for complex combat applications.

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Extras:
The Lion's Sin of Pride mark resides in his right palm.

Mark of Pride

[Red7VII]

Edvard Thévenet

Age: Appears 35 (Just over 1040 years old in actuality)

Ethnicity: Scandinavian

Eyes: Pale Green

Weight: 234 lbs (106kg)

Height: 6'4" (193 cm)

Appearance: Edvard's stare could bore through men like lasers, figuratively speaking. His skin is prestine and pale, wrapped around a well defined, large muscular body. His face hasn't been nude since he was an adolescent and has instead been decorated with a beard that usually spans down to the length of his neck. He often marks his body with tattoos to immortalize events in his endless life that he chooses to remember.

Relationships: Siress (Nathalie Katia Thévenet), eternal lover

Hobbies: Hunting (both animals and humans), gambling, smoking, fighting, blacksmithing

Personality: Quick to anger, rash, calculating, insatiable, arrogant, possessive, protective, sarcastic, tenacious, charming when he wants to be.

Abilities/Strengths:
Blood flow vision
Night Vision
Multilingual
Enhanced strength, regeneration, reflexes and durability proportionate to his advanced age which is rivaled by few
Teleportation

Weakness:
Sunlight will take an eventual toll, though he can survive it longer than most.
Contact with holy instruments and institutions cause irritation that is gradually increased with exposure, causing higher degrees of damage.
Psychologically, he loses his reason whenever he feels his queen is in danger, sending him into a state of berserk rage that is nearly impossible for him to control and incredibly difficult to come back from.

History:
Born into the light under a noble roof, Edvard was raised with certain privileges not afforded to the more downtrodden members of his town. Educated and professionally trained in combat, Edvard had a natural knack for spilling blood and doing so with wit. His battle prowess led to a reputation that bordered on myth. Seemingly unstoppable on the field of war, Edvard's name became infamous among his friends and foes alike. If ever there was an enemy to crush or a town to raid, Edvard was placed on the front lines. A human battering ram of passion and carnage, he would create a crimson path through his adversaries no matter how vast that were in numbers.

One day his infamy worked against him, however. In pursuit of raided spoils, Edvard made a mistake that nearly cost him his life. In a moment of arrogance, he squared off with a mountain of a man and decided he would fell the giant with his bare hands while the juggernaut was armed with two axes the size of normal men. Fate had other plans and Edvard met the razor sharp edges up close and personal. The others in his company quickly pulled the mortally wounded man out of harms way and attempted to crudely dress his wounds and return home for medical aid. All seemed lost and the spark within Edvard's heart grew exponentially dimmer. Once he was back in his home town, one could count the minutes left before his soul would evacuate his body. But someone refused to accept such a fate for him. His future queen intervened. That evening, he was reborn to darkness.

After becoming betrothed to his savior, Edvard embraced a nomadic lifestyle though the ages, changing his figurative mask with each passing generation. Where his bride went, he followed, even when it came to their eventual hibernation. After a generation of rest, there was a stirring... a call to arise. Edvard was nearly ready to answer it.