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ARCHETYPE
Wildcard II

NAME
Hans Schmidt

ALIAS
Hollow

AGE
24

POWERS
Insanely powerful telekinesis, able to exert extreme force with ridiculous precision. He also possesses clairvoyance, the ability to perceive everything as though he was constantly watching from any distance or angle.

WEAKNESSES
Hollow cannot extend his power beyond about 3 feet, just beyond his arms reach. As a side effect of his power, Hollow's vision is also greatly reduced outside of his influence. He is not blind, but looking outside of his circle of influence is like looking through a fogged window. 

ALIGNMENT
Walking the Line

PERSONALITY
Instigator
Quiet
Patient
Lover of melodrama
Confident

APPEARANCE
In costume, Hollow wears a pure white hoodie beneath a black leather vest. He wears black combat boots and jeans. His face is obscured by a simple metal mask that only goes up to the top of his nose. 

BIO
Born to parents immigrating in from Germany, Hans was raised on a strange amalgamation of both German and American culture. As he grew, Hans sought out a career in the musical industry, believing that he could truly make it big. However, his labors ended up being for naught as he was, in all truth, terrible at his craft. Instead, he turned to the musical theatre to express himself. Over the years, he slowly developed his power from a source he refuses to reveal (mostly because he himself doesn't know the source). A more noble man would have used his power for good, stopping villains. A more ambitious man would have used his power for personal gain, becoming a villain. Hans was neither of these things -rather content to roam the world, hunting down any superhero on supervillain conflict and amplifying it in whatever way he could.

STORYLINES
To find and amplify any conflict he possibly can -tipping the scales away from the winning side. 

NOTES
-/-

Got the CS filled out. Let me know what you think Scratch that, sorry. I'm gonna have to drop this RP, another one higher on my priorities just got kickstarted, and I don't think I'll have time for this. Sorry for the bait and switch there, haha

"The Blasphemy"

Name:
Verrian Zylo

Alias/title:
The Blasphemy

Age:
???

Gender:
Male

Race:
Lightning Soul Elemental / Cyborg

Alignment:
Lawful Good

Description:

6'8" tall, weighs just over 300 lbs.


Personality:
Zylo is a simple being of simple taste. He is known for an intense passion in that which he believes in, and has a strict adherence to his sense of right. One such thing he believes passionately in is perfection -he believes that the road to perfection is through becoming at one with one's soul and that all are capable of reaching perfection should they put their best effort into it. Because he believes that he is so very close to perfection on his own, he considers himself far above others, though not in an arrogant fashion. Rather, he pities those he believes to be below him, and wishes to assist their journey to perfection. 

He is not the most charismatic, though he is not especially awkward either. Zylo is compassionate and loyal to those who earn it, and believes in love and respect for all, even those who wrong him. This respect is admittedly diluted in respect to the undead or decaying. That being said, forgiveness is always an option in the mind of Zylo, as he has mastered his temper. Zylo tends to be a bit bullheaded -especially in reference to his own beliefs in his soul, though a strong enough argument has been known to persuade him in the past.  

Abilities


Skills:
Soul Abilities
Piloting/Driving
Engineering
Planning


Traits:
-/-

Class:
Warlock-
Similar to a mage, with prominent distinguishing differences. The Warlock focuses less on precision and power of skill, in favor of raw unleashed power in their Soul spells. Rather than the weak venerable physical form expected of a mage, a Warlock is innately tough, throwing themselves into the fray. Though they aren't known for the mages intellectual prowess, they find similarities to the mage in their eschewal of weaponry in combat

Job:
Was previously an engineer, an architect of machinery, until he fully embraced his search for soul perfection. At this point, he became a vagrant wanderer.

Soul Spells:
Soul Bolt- A blast of soul energy, about as powerful as a small pistol shot. Very little strain on the soul, but can be used as often as he can focus. Requires as much focus as one would take aiming a pistol.
Soul Rush- Allows a powerful charge, limited in range of about 20 feet, ending in a burst of soul energy. Though it has very little strain, it needs time to cool down after use. He can forego the ending explosion to reduce time required to wait.
Soul Rend- A touch range attack, that is very weak in terms of damage -rather, it has a massive concussive force behind it, used for repositioning. Little strain, takes the same effort as about 15 minutes of exertion condensed into a second
Soul Grip- A minor telekinesis, only capable of exerting ~10 lbs. of pressure within line of sight. Little strain, comes as naturally as breathing.


Equipment

Weapons:
-/-

Armor/soul tech gear:Head: N/A
Chest: N/A
Gauntlets: N/A
Rerebraces: N/A
Vambraces: N/A
Flauds: N/A
Greaves: N/A
Boots: N/A


Vehicle/pet:
-/-

Past


Relationships/family:
Long estranged from his family after his path to perfection was undertaken. His fellow soul elementals frowned upon his self-augmentation as a cyborg, though he still sees them as his brothers.

History:
Born and raised a Purist at the beginning of times, he was inducted into a tribe of like minded people who shared one trait in common -a need for power. As such, they shed their mortal skin to truly embrace their souls and become at one with the universe. Or something like that -Zylo only joined the tribe to earn the favor of a woman with whom he was madly in love with. 

Upon the shedding of their mortal skin in a ritual whose details remain fuzzy in his mind, Zylo's life improved tenfold. He felt power surge within him unlike anything before, but even moreso, his love pledged her love for him in return. Zylo truly held hope that the two of them would live till the end of the universe took them both in fiery passion. 

This of course, was not the case. One day, a Decaying Horned One took the life of his lover in the hopes of restoring his soul. Zylo did not take this well, pledging a year of his life hunting down the Decaying Horned One who had brought him so much grief. After hunting throughout the planet for what seemed all too long, he was on the brink of surrender, when he found the clue that lead him to the murderer of his love. Zylo's revenge was bloody, prolonged, and all too excessive. While the spirit of the law saw his vengeance as justified, the letter of the law felt it necessary to lock up Zylo for his destructive tendencies.

Upon his release, Zylo resigned to a life of peace, leaving behind his past of power hunger. After picking up skills in the field from an old friend, Zylo spent his days in the field of engineering -mostly building and maintaining vehicles. This lead him to become acquainted with others in the field, and as technology advanced past ancient soul tech, he learned the ways of building newer soul tech.

An unfortunate turn of events ended in Zylo's shop burning to the ground. Realizing that he simply didn't have the power to fend off a largely growing threat of Decaying creatures, he turned back to his old ways of endlessly seeking power. In this, he built the suit of encapsulating soul tech he wears today. After improving his personal destruction capabilities, Zylo went on a witchhunt of sorts, wishing to take out his aggression on undead of any sort. 

After this ended in near fatal injury, Zylo took a hiatus to recover before he turned his eyes. Going on a long pilgrimage of many years, he visited the mountain of each of the Eleven Mortals in turn, hoping to gain some profound wisdom from these spiritual visitations. It was this that turned him to the idea of self perfection, and the righteous spirit he hosts today.

Prologue:
The dead silence of the room was only broken by the mechanical whirring of slowly shifting joints and a slowly pulsating buzz of raw energy. Verrian Zylo stood tall, his every joint straining in an effort to make himself appear taller. A trio of dark forms were crouched before the Soul Elemental, blue skin cracked like stone after years of wear. They held themselves low to the ground, bodies eerily still. Between the two parties was a smoking corpse, similar in appearance to the group of dark skinned men. 

The clear leader stepped forward, long horns curling from his papery skin just above the sunken eyes. A deep guttural noise clawed its way from within the creatures throat, interrupted by a sharp crack in the air. The scent of ozone sprung into being, smoke trailing from a blackened mark now on the floor. Verrian Zylo raised a hand, index and middle finger extended to point directly between the eyes of the decayed one standing before him. 

"Consider that your first and only warning." Verrian said, voice rumbling like a thunderstorm rolling through the room. While two of the decrepit figures were smart enough to flee, the leader kept a stony demeanor as he advanced closer. An unearthly screech erupted from the horned figure as he stepped over the smoking husk of his fallen comrade, lunging for the shiny metal exoskeleton of Verrian Zylo. Clawed hands extended from twig-like arms, grasping greedily for anything the overly long nails could find purchase in. 

Just as quickly as the screech came out of the creatures mouth, Zylo raised arms of pure crackling electricity to intercept the grasp of the decayed one. The weak creature struggled against the powerful grip as it felt sparks jump across its cracked skin. After a short few seconds of grappling between the two, Zylo let his steely grip go, shoving the creatures arms to it's sides. As the horned figure struggled to regain it's balance, Verrian Zylo raised a single palm, placing it on the creatures chest. A hush fell through the room, as static emanated from both figures. A high pitched whirring sound pierced through the silence, followed by a flash of light.

The horned creature soared across the room, ragdoll body slamming hard into the far wall. He slumped down in the corner, a hand shaped mark burning on his chest, which now rose and fell in ragged breaths. He tried unsuccessfully to stand once, twice, then finally made it up to his knees. As he staggered to his feet, his hands raised over his head in a gesture of surrender. 

This gesture was met by Zylo with a deep, crackling laugh, that reverberated through the otherwise empty room. The horned figure had a look of confusion set in his sunken features, that quickly changed to a grimace of pain as another sharp bang sounded out from the outstretched arm of Verrian Zylo, a bolt of electric energy piercing a hole in the stomach of his victim. 

BANG

BANG

BANG

Another three noises rocked through the air, each accompanied by a blinding flash of bright blue lightning arcing through the withered body of the decayed horned creature. It fell to it's knees with a pathetic whine, before falling face down. Blood tainted black pooled from the new wounds -one in each eye, and one in the throat. Verrian Zylo turned, electricity excitedly arcing through his body in an aggravated fashion. Nothing made the Soul Elemental feel quite as alive as this moment, power surging through his very being, yet it was becoming unfulfilling. He frowned, not dwelling on the feeling as he exited the small room, entering the main mass of the building. From all sides came an assault of noise and bright lights as he plowed his way through the crowded night club. Eyes turned to follow the pulsing blue energy that emanated from his figure all the way out the door.

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