Name:
Richard 'The Night-Gaunt' WestAge: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Largely resembling a humanoid bat-like creature with a long-barbed tail, curved horns, and bearing a head without any sort of face (indeed lacking an orifice of any sort on its body). his body overshadows the average man standing at nearly 12 feet (roughly 3.66m) (in a bipedal stature) and a wingspan of nearly 15 feet (roughly 4.6m). his whale like skin is slippery with an oily substance coating it, despite its slipperiness it can still grip onto things well. The entire body is so black as if to swallow the light. he walks on four (and sometimes two) digitigrade clawed paws, though prefers to fly with its membranous wings. he lacks any sort of eyes, ears, or nose, or any other sort of visible orifice/sensory organ.
Abilities:
Flight: Having functional wings he is able to fly great distances before needing to rest, even if carrying a few passengers. he is capable of reaching speeds upwards of 80mph (roughly 129kmh) for short distances but otherwise travels around 40mph (roughly 65kmh)
With the inhibitor, however, he often feels exhausted when trying to fly. In a pinch he can fly, but not very far and it is too uncomfortable for him to do this regularly. Dexterous barbed tail: Richard has an extremely sharp tipped tail that is capable of piercing through thin metal much less flesh and bone. However, it is coordinated enough to harmlessly tickle victims so as to distract them or prevent them from struggling as he carries them through the air. The Tail can snake up through holes and openings as well as the interstices of metal armor. Richard however prefers to not to use this offensively. Even defensively, he prefers to incapacitate them by tickling than to kill them by slicing or piercing through flesh.
Greater strength and durability: Richard has greater strength and durability than the average human. He can easily carry two humans of average size and fly just as effortlessly. He cannot, however, lift something as heavy as a car. his oily whale-like skin is capable of resisting small arms fire as well as blunt attacks. He can also heal relatively fast from wounds and even regenerate limbs in as quick as a few weeks. He is by no means invulnerable though, and really only needs a little more effort than the average human to kill.
Absolute Silence: Richard is simply, incapable of making any sort of sound. There are no orifices for sound to come from within and thus cannot cry out in pain, discomfort, or communicate in any verbal way. In addition, his wings flap silently in all conditions and walking on foot produces no sound as well. Even on normally loud surfaces such as fresh snow or leaves.
Extrasensory Perception: Even without a nose, eyes, ears, or any other perceptible sensory organ, they are still able to detect living creatures with great accuracy in their near vicinity. Anything that would normally impair visibility such as heavy rain or darkness seems to have little, if any, effect on his ability to sense the environment as well as creatures around him. He can ‘see’ the terrain and objects as far as a normal human can with detail being lost the further away something is from him. However, heavy rain, fog, darkness, and other similar conditions prove no impairment. In addition, he can sense living creatures within 10 yards of him (9.14m). He can also ‘hear’ conversations at about the same range. He normally can not determine any difference between other creatures he detects (except general size and shape), but with repeated exposure can eventually recognize specific creatures and individuals from others. This ability to detect creatures is mitigated by barriers to different degrees depending on the type of barrier. Solid barriers such as concrete or thick metal can almost completely negate this sense.
With the inhibitor, he can see no more than 30 yards (27.43m). Sensing little detail apart from a thick fog past that. He also has difficulty sensing creatures past 5 yards (4.57m). Self-Sustenance: Fortunately for someone lacking a mouth, Richard has no need to eat and never feels hungry.
Telepathy : Richard is capable of mentally communicating with those in his near vicinity. With physical contact he can read and send thoughts between himself and those that are physically touching them (Soft material like cloth or cotton does not impede this, but harder material like metal will).
Skills: Richard is quite skilled at being stealthy and hunting. He knows some non-verbal communications such as Braille, and ESL.
Equipment: None (at the moment)
Biography: Richard’s troubles began at birth. Right away people could tell he was different, being born without a face and a black rubbery skin. But otherwise normal. It was quite a mystery as his parents were normal humans with no fantastical trait whatsoever. It would not be far off the mark to say Richard had a strained relationship with his parents that only became harder and harder to maintain as he slowly became less and less human as he aged. By one his tailbone began to extend slowly as his hands morphed into paws bearing claws. By three he sprouted horns. By five he adopted a quadrupedal stance. By seven, his wings fully formed and he neared the end of his metamorphosis, but began to grow larger at a greater rate. Eventually reaching his current height at around 19 years of age.
Given his barely human appearance he led a very abnormal life, even before the
Black Sabbath. His parents were distant, he had few friends to share memories with (and even those that were his ‘friends’ were not very close with him) and often spent his time alone being largely shunned by society. But In spite of this, he was a pretty nice guy. He was patient, often forgave those that bothered him and rarely acted in anger. He disliked confrontation, and was friendly to those around him. He felt upset or angry from time to time, but usually he is able to bottle this emotion before he acts upon it.
Little of this changed through the years, even after that dark day. Even after Society declared him a threat. Even as his ‘friends’ left him. Even as his family disowned him. In the end, all he had was himself. When he was forced to dwell in the compounds, he left his past behind him. Only holding on to his name, though he preferred to by referred by his nickname ‘Night-Gaunt’. Something he was called once, and he took a liking to it. A beastly name for someone who barely resembles a human. It seemed like a good fit to him.
Though he lost his physical freedom, at least his mind could wander. Though his body was confined, his thoughts were free. And in this small freedom he finds contentment. In this contentment he finds peace. In this peace, he can quell his anger. For even the kindest of souls can explode in a violent fury. And his anger is something he did not like. The last time he felt it, he suppressed it. Bottling the feeling deep within himself. Hoping it would never surface again. It is said that wise men only fear three things. The sea in a storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man. Though I suppose, in this case, it would be the anger of a gentle beast.
