meanwhile phantom just hangs around lurking aesthetically
though i do have plans for his interactions with clairvoyant agents to gradually make him more and more powerful, unless i get sidetracked by having fun
EDIT: besides, I'd argue that for superhero rps, the fun isn't in the powers so much as analyzing what the people with powers do
Just wait until you can see what Jeanne can do. :3
@Old Amsterdam It seems to me you are overly nerfing this guy.
I mean, Guilt can easily blow holes through brick walls any time of the day, and even level buildings. In addition to being pseudo-immune to physical attack, teleportation, and insta-death touch attacks.
And Comet can move fast enough that he could BUILD a house in the time it takes this man to incinerate one.
In my honest opinion I believe you are being overly harsh on his power set, and he should be allowed to have his explodey lasers.
You seem to have a few valid points, but the GM's word is law.
I'm just looking forward to some Heaven & Hell thematic posts worked with @Override! ^_^
@Feisty-Pants Definitely. I look for some good interactions, assuming Reg okays this version, between the two down the line.
Yes yes. How this will be between someone who looks like the devil, and a girl who looks like an angel. (And is religious to boot. Religious enough to go to church every morning and carry a Rosary in one hand at all times.) It will either be very violent or very introspective.
Jeanne: "So the Morning Star does walk the Earth. His avarice will not go unpunished."
Made a few changes. xD He's almost completely different now.
Name: Damon Light
Epic Identity: Devilstrider
Age: 30
Mutations: Pale skin, short black horns and a traditional devil like tail.
Faction: Freak
Abilities-
Aura/Spirit Manipulation: Damon has never known what to really call what it is he can do, but as near as he can figure it, he can manipulate his inner spirit, or Aura to do some incredible things. Below are some examples.
Aura Beams: Damon can channel his Aura into destructive beams capable of incinerating small buildings. Unfortuantly he has to be in the dark in order for this ability to work at full power, Otherwise the beams are about as powerful as most handguns.
Aura Shields: Damon can solidify his Aura into various kind of shields of varying strength, though he's only been able to stop most ammunition, explosions can break them rather easily.
Aura Infusion: This power allows Damon to infuse his aura with himself, changing his hair and eye color and making his red aura visible around him. While doing this, he is much faster and stronger.
Aura Drain: He can drain the life force from others. In fact, he has to do this in order to live. If he doesn't do this at least once a day, he will die. First he'll grow weak and tired, his powers limited, and then he'll start to decay, and eventually die. This accelerates his healing process and only works on living beings. He doesn't have to kill people if he keeps himself sated, but the hungrier he gets, the more he needs and the more lethal the draining becomes for a person. He is always feeling the urge to drain other living beings, and has to fight to control this every day. This power does not work on epics or freaks. He only seems to be able to use it on normal human beings and animals.
Weakness/Limitations: Damon is powerless when the song Scars by Papa Roach is playing.
Daylight: Part of his mutation is a weakness to sunlight. His powers become weaker, he's slower, even when infused, and his urge to drain living beings of their aura or spirit increases greatly. He can barely control it in the daylight, his actions becoming rash and almost beast like.
Personality: Damon is generally respectful and gentlemanly. He is driven by a desire to help and to do good, despite all the hate and revulsion he often receives for being a freak. He's the type to open doors for you, ask how your day was, go out of his way to help you. His voice is light, with a sort of haunted tone to it. A quiet despair that only the most perceptive can detect.
There is a viscious hunger to Damon, however. A savageness that lurks under the surface and releases when he is angry or upset. He's very reclusive during the day, often not coming outside and seen by no one. People often report a sort of creepy vibe about him, despite his excellent manners.
Appearance: Damon is tall and lean, his hair is black and wavy and his eyes are ice blue. His features are sharp, his jawline strong, his ears pointed ever so slightly. His horns are black and not very large, slightly curled. His skin is paler than snow. He wears a dark leather trench coat over a black muscle shirt and modified blue jeans to allow his tail freedom from the restricting clothing. Around his neck is a silver pentacle neckless, on his right hand a ruby skull ring. He wears blue jeans and black sneakers.
Aura Infusion Appearance: His hair turns dark red and spiky, a red aura surrounds him and his eyes turn light red and slightly glowing. His horns grow slightly bigger, his tail longer.
Background: Damon was born an orphan in Epic City, abandoned by his family due to his mutation. He learned to fend for himself rather quickly and joined in with a gang at a young age. The gang did not judge him for his appearance and made him feel at home. Small crimes became bigger crimes and his sense of family and loyalty grew. He lived for this gang, would do anything for them. One night, as they slept in an abandoned, filthy building, Damon woke up to hear his "family" talking about how ugly he was. How gullible he was and their desire to use him. Enraged by what he heard, Damon's powers awoke and so did his hunger. Without quite realizing what he was doing, Damon began draining his former family. He didn't stop until they were all dead.
Crying at what he had done, at the monster he was, Damon stumbled away from his now dead family, finding that despite everything he still loved them. After some time and struggle Damon got a handle on his powers. He used them to try and make his community better, fighting crime. He found that if he drained a little at a time, he didn't have to kill and had a better handle on his hunger. He got himself a house and during the day, became a recluse. He bought a nightclub, letting his managers run everything while he kept his social activies minimal due to his mutation.
Criminals in the area have often called him Devilstrider and tales of lifeless gang members, rapists, and other criminals have given him a fearful reputation.
The silence was sacred, and she reveled in it without a word.
Yet such tranquility could not last as she did have work to do, a city to watch over, people to protect. So at long last her eyes opened, she rose from her kneeling position, and slipped back out onto the central aisle. Along the crimson carpet bordered by gold she strode, and at long last she would stand before the great oaken doors once more. Her slender fingertips rose to trace along the silver edge of the doorknob only to abruptly pause with the sound of a string of curses just beyond the door. Despite such barbarism right on the step of the Lord's house, she did nothing.
When there came a rapping upon the door however, she hesitated even further for several seconds. Opening this door meant interacting with whomever lay beyond it. Such a thought made her inwardly cringe, but a glimpse over her shoulder towards the rest of the church revealed that she was very much alone. There was no other choice to be had, so the door handle was taken, turned, and the great oak door swung wide to reveal an unassuming man.
Before him stood the ascetic which so many had heard of. The angel without her wings; however, all that he would be able to see was the curve of her chin, and a pair of rosy lips beset upon pale skin. The rest of her face would be hidden beneath the golden edge of a hem that lined a hood of ivory color. Beneath such an edge however, she studied him. A bag of greasy food, no doubt - and a name: Terrell. A food delivery service, judging by the car bereft with rust that sat upon the street behind him.
There was no one within the church anymore but herself. What precisely was he doing here? A prank caller? Or was it something more suspicious. Either way, the long silence and the biting cold would be broken by her voice. It was wondrously melancholy to hear, but again simply short by choice. "What is it?" She asked at first, keeping her words and inquiry alike as direct as possible. "If it is a delivery to this place, it was certainly made by mistake. I am the only one here, and I have not made any orders. Let alone a phone by which to make them."
Aura/Spirit Manipulation: Damon has never known what to really call what it is he can do, but as near as he can figure it, he can manipulate his inner spirit, or Aura to do some incredible things. Below are some examples.
Aura Beams: Damon can channel his Aura into destructive beams capable of incinerating small buildings.
Aura Weapons: Damon can create various weapons out of his Aura, including swords.
Aura Shields: Damon can solidify his Aura into various kind of shields of varying strength, though he's only been able to stop up to a small explosion.
Aura Infusion: This power allows Damon to infuse his aura with himself, changing his hair and eye color and making his red aura visible around him. While doing this, he is stronger, faster, capable of flight and capable of healing most wounds in a matter of minutes other than weeks.
Weakness/Limitations: Damon is powerless when the song Scars by Papa Roach is playing. Furthermore, he can tire himself out with Aura Infusion if he uses it too often and for longer periods.
Personality: Damon is, for the most part, an asshole. He's selfish, he's vindictive and drives people away most of the time. What most fail to realize is that he does actually care. It's all a very convincing act he puts on, even convincing himself most days. He'll often do the right thing, even as he claims that he's only doing it for himself. No one really knows why he's this way, but those that are more perceptive than most would tell you that he hates himself and is doing his best to make everyone else hate him to.
Appearance: Damon is tall and lean, his hair is black and wavy and his eyes are ice blue. His features are sharp, his jawline strong, his ears pointed ever so slightly. He wears a dark leather trench coat over a black muscle shirt and blue jeans. Around his neck is a silver pentacle neckless, on his right hand a ruby skull ring. He wears blue jeans and black sneakers.
Aura Infusion Appearance: His hair turns dark red and spiky, a red aura surrounds him and his eyes turn light red and slightly glowing.
Background: Damon was born an orphan in Epic City. He grew up in an orphanage, but was soon found by a small time street gang, and eventually he ran off with them. It was there that he committed various crimes....including the one that haunted him at night. He was breaking into a home one night, when a young boy no more than 10 stumbled in on him in the kitchen. Reacting to the sound, Damon lashed out with his knife and stabbed the boy. Frightened and shocked at what he had done, Damon tried to save the boy. Even called an ambulance. The boy died from the wound. Damons powers emerged soon after and he left the gang. Hating himself for what he had done, Damon tried to drown the guilt by dedicating his life to ridding small communities of crime and helping troubled kids
Damon has since occupied his time by stopping small time crime and keeping his neighbhorhood safe. Though he swears he's only doing it to keep himself being hurt. He also works as a student counselor, though outside of work he resumes his hateful attitude.
Note: At work Damon is generally professional and distant with fellow staff, though very active with the students and always kind to them. He wears casual clothing at work.