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Superhero/villain Name: Archangel
Civilian Name: Gerwazy Phaleon
Origin city/Planet: Costa Rica
Hometown: Gotham City
Sex: Male
Race: Hispanic
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Age: 18
Birth Date: 5/11/08
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Icon: angel
Costumed Personality: A Silent hero, never to speak
Civilian Personality: A well reserved individual, who only speaks when spoken too. This is because of years of abuse he is still getting over
Super abilities:
-Skills: Gerwazy is quite skilled in CQC (Close Quarters Combat), COBRA (Combat Objective Battle Ready Application), and Brazilian Jiujitzu
-Powers: he ability of flight, the ability to retract and attract his wings when necessary, and enhanced perception
-Gadgets: None
-Weapons: An incendiary knife he calls an Angel Blade
Civilian Occupation: Pizza Delivery Man
Biography---------
Character History/Origin: Gerwazy always was an outsider. Out-casted because of his heritage, abused by his family because of his wings, you name it, he went though it. So at the age of 10, he ran away, squatting from house to house. Until he came across a teacher in New York by the name of James Tudtud. James taught Gerwazy the discipline of hand to hand combat and how to fight with a knife. It was at this stage in his life did Gerwazy notice that he had enhanced perception. He always noticed that he saw things "faster" than other people and could react quicker, but he never thought of it as his metahuman power. He currently lives in Gotham, in a shabby apartment building, where he hones his techniques in secret by day, and fighting crime & rescuing people under the name "Archangel" by night.
NOTE: I do not know his power level. I mean, his only power is to fly with wings and enhanced perception, but he is the best at martial arts.
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Superhero/villain Name: Archangel
Civilian Name: Gerwazy Phaleon
Origin city/Planet: Costa Rica
Hometown: Gotham City
Sex: Male
Race: Hispanic
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Age: 18
Birth Date: 5/11/08
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Icon: angel
Costumed Personality: A Silent hero, never to speak
Civilian Personality: A well reserved individual, who only speaks when spoken too. This is because of years of abuse he is still getting over
Super abilities:
-Skills: Gerwazy is quite skilled in CQC (Close Quarters Combat), COBRA (Combat Objective Battle Ready Application), and Brazilian Jiujitzu
-Powers: he ability of flight, the ability to retract and attract his wings when necessary, and enhanced perception
-Gadgets: None
-Weapons: An incendiary knife he calls an Angel Blade
Civilian Occupation: Pizza Delivery Man
Biography---------
Character History/Origin: Gerwazy always was an outsider. Out-casted because of his heritage, abused by his family because of his wings, you name it, he went though it. So at the age of 10, he ran away, squatting from house to house. Until he came across a teacher in New York by the name of James Tudtud. James taught Gerwazy the discipline of hand to hand combat and how to fight with a knife. It was at this stage in his life did Gerwazy notice that he had enhanced perception. He always noticed that he saw things "faster" than other people and could react quicker, but he never thought of it as his metahuman power. He currently lives in Gotham, in a shabby apartment building, where he hones his techniques in secret by day, and fighting crime & rescuing people under the name "Archangel" by night.
NOTE: I do not know his power level. I mean, his only power is to fly with wings and enhanced perception, but he is the best at martial arts.
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Vergil is currently near the Pegasus Stables, writing something down. After a few moments, he scratched out his writing. "No, this won't do." He says to himself. He turns to the next page and sighs a little. On the paper, is a drawing of his father, Euri. After looking at it for a few minutes, he simply smiles and puts the book away. "Just look father," Vergil mutters to himself. "I'll make a name for myself." And with that, he sets off to the Hermes Cabin, his only home (until he moves into his mothers cabin, that is). Once he enters, he finds, as usual, some people there.
His bag was on top of his bed (if you can call it one). It contained all his belongings: a camp half-blood shirt, some pens all assortments, drawings (mainly of famous writers and anime characters), a photo of his father and mother on their wedding night, and a book about Greek mythology. He puts away his journal and pen in their respective spots, and zips the entire bag up.
This was the last time he would ever really see the hermes cabin, and he was happy about that. No more stuffy nights sleeping on the floor and no more social interaction. It would just be himself in his own cabin. As he packed up, no one batted one eye at him. Why would they? He is not one of them, he never will be one of them. He will always be just a normal face in the crowd.
As he left the Hermes cabin, the sun was setting in Camp Half-Blood. There were some people duing some studying before they let in for the night, there some people practicing their swordsplay, and others that are just walking around. It was a peaceful evening.
His bag was on top of his bed (if you can call it one). It contained all his belongings: a camp half-blood shirt, some pens all assortments, drawings (mainly of famous writers and anime characters), a photo of his father and mother on their wedding night, and a book about Greek mythology. He puts away his journal and pen in their respective spots, and zips the entire bag up.
This was the last time he would ever really see the hermes cabin, and he was happy about that. No more stuffy nights sleeping on the floor and no more social interaction. It would just be himself in his own cabin. As he packed up, no one batted one eye at him. Why would they? He is not one of them, he never will be one of them. He will always be just a normal face in the crowd.
As he left the Hermes cabin, the sun was setting in Camp Half-Blood. There were some people duing some studying before they let in for the night, there some people practicing their swordsplay, and others that are just walking around. It was a peaceful evening.
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