Name : Wrath
Age : ?
Race : Demon (Created after his soul was warped by the torments of hell)
Powers (three)
Aura of Anger: Feeling of intense anger and hatred surface in the heart, over time becoming strong enough to drive the weak willed mortals to enact out their darkest thoughts of revenge and deprivation or into a rage. Over time, they become bent to Wraths will, ready to spread their hatred.
Transverse: Allows Wrath to teleport short distances, useful in both combat and transit
Hellhound: From the depths of hell climb two powerful hellhounds, with bites that burn like the fires of hell it's self and with unnatural speed and tenacity which would be found in no mortal breed.
Mastery of what weapon (two weapons) Pistols, Swords
Crushes: There may be or may have been one, but its buried so far below the self destructive desire for revenge that its almost entirely irrelevant
Appearance: Although many parts of his body have been scarred by the searing flames of hell, his face has escaped relatively unscathed, and looking at his face one might consider him to be around twenty. That is, unless you look at his eyes. They display his torment clearly for the world to see, his pain and toil... And his anger, his insatiable thirst for a vengeance he can't obtain. The only scar on his face was clearly caused by a baade of some kind ,and runs relatively deep along his left cheek, which can pull his face into a somewhat mocking expression when angry. He stands tall at around 6'6, a juggernaut of a man... Or rather demon... And is built like a tank.
Some background needed to understand why and how parts of what I wrote above happened: The young boy was interred in hell after quite literally having his soul stolen by a demon. Dumped into the fiery pits of unceasing torment, he did the only thing he could think of doing. He prayed... And prayed... And prayed. Begged and begged and begged. And yet God did not save him, no angels came to rescue him from his ill deserved torment. Over time, he became twisted, bitter and broken. His name faded from memory, his memories faded too as time dragged on, and was alone to face the torment. Vowing revenge against both the demon who placed him here, and god and his angels for their apparent betrayal, he slowly became twisted into an embodiment of the sin of Wrath... Self destructive rage fueled by a lust for vengeance. He became a demon himself, and eventually found that he could escape the prison he had held for so long. The first thing he did with his freedom was set about planning his revenge. Years passed before he finally enacted his revenge upon the demon that had condemned him to hell... And once that was done, directed his attention to developing revenge on god... Infinitely harder. But he would find a way, he knew it, he felt it. He had to exact his revenge, he had to punish God and his angels for his treachery. However long it took, he would find a way
He had escaped his physical prison, but now the walls were in his heart.
Updated.