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Oh God.
Name: Sinpher Coleson

Alias: Legion

Age: Sixteen. (16)

Mentor: N/A (None.)

Gender: Male

Good or Evil: Chaotic Evil (He fights against the Good, and on one hand he likes it, while, on the other, he hates it.)

Abilities/Skills: Sin is proficient when it comes to the acts of fighting and combat, his tactics swift, efficient, and incredibly violent. Blessed to be as smart as an actual cyborg, or cursed, Sin is rather intelligent in fights as well, with razor quick instincts and the sharpest wit you'd ever see. Mostly relies on sword-fighting, but is an adept hand-to-hand combatant. Not as great as Alloy, but good enough. He's also skilled with a variety of weapons, makeshift or not.

Powers: Sin was originally born with a single 'nanobot' inside of his body, granting him above average intellect, speed, strength, durability, and general reaction time. As he grew up, each nanobot grew bigger and more diverse, eventually filling up every single pore in his body, virtually making him a cyborg in anything but blood. Experiments has enhanced this power, giving him a skin-tight, cybernetic armor that's lurks underneath his flesh, and, once summoned via a mental command, covers his body in it's protective, incredibly durable embrace. While in his suit, there's nothing different - He still has his enhanced attributes/condition - But he is a bit more durable, able to take more punishment. The suit's also installed with necessities such as a retractable jetpack, and a storage unit for important items.

Equipment: A small pouch of numerous things he may need, along with a dozen smoke pellets and a dozen bomb pellets. His most important item, however, is his blade. It acts somewhat as a light saber, as it's only a black hilt until he channels his nanobots into it, causing a long, sharp glowing crimson blade to jut out. (In Picture)

Weaknesses: Sin isn't the best at discerning other's emotions, and often says things that could make others mad. He's also vulnerable to heavy pressures of water while in his armored form, as well as his flesh form.

Personality: I'd rather RP this out. Just know that he's relatively monotonic, with glaring, focused eyes and a constant mindframe of completing the mission.

Short Bio: Sin was originally born in Africa, to a smaller tribe hidden away from the rest of the blossoming cities and civilizations. Both of his parents were terminally ill, while his sister was too young and frail to help out the family. Therefore, every day, he headed outside with the men of the village, collecting water, hunting prey for food, and even stealing when times got rough. It was during one night, when he was in the nearby forest, chasing an elk, that he heard the emergency horn. It was a piercing, shrill sound that reverbrated through his eardrums and shook him to his very core. Deciding to let the deer go, Sin had ran to this village, leaping over obstacles, and going as fast as his seven year old body would allow. It was then that he saw the burning remains of his village. Hundreds of emotions ran through him, but one in particular stood out. Rage. He hated anger, he was a pacifist, but he knew that the nearby tribe destroyed his village for not siding with them during the civil war. It was unforgivable. The little boy ran towards his mother's hut, only to see her dead, with her throat slit open raggedly. His little sister was no where to be found. His father? Probably being slaved off. Emotions taking over, Sin had collapsed onto his mother's dead body, swearing vengeance onto the Yoksho tribe.That night, once he was done crying, Sin had walked into enemy territory, bare-chested and bare-handed. They all laughed. They mocked him. They mocked his deaths.

Let's just say that the tribe was wiped off the minimap.

Sinpher, after that night, was found by hunters, whom turned the 'Devil Child' into the secret services. For years he went under numerous experiments, mocked by doctors, nurses...his powers locked away, but bubbling and growing under the surface. Long story short? He escaped, destroyed the lab and all of it's inhabitants utilizing his new cybernetic suit. He was then, at the age of 11, found by Bane, and taken under his wing along with 'Alloy', whom was ten at the time.

Appearance: ('6'2", and 180lbs) As Legion - Civilian Clothes

Other: He lives in an apartment not too far away from Dimitri's, and goes to high school as a part of his cover.
She will behave.
Epiphany said
"Artemis..." Brutus glanced up and nodded his head at the small boy, a small smile forming on his lips. "Good evening to you, I hope the ride wasn't too long and annoying as it was for me." He turned his attention toward his elder sister and grunted, "I'm not too fond of chocolate, and I'm not too fond of Brutus Jr. being a toy either."He looked back down to his book and turned the page, speaking as he did so, "Are you seeing as many buffoons as I am. This semester is filled with too many overly excited pre-teens..." Brutus chuckled at his own joke and began to silently read.He didn't mind the company of logical people, but what he did mind were the idiotic new students that had to touch and talk to everything that moved. It annoyed him immensely, especially due to the fact that he hated physical contact. Brutus' frog hid under his Ravenclaw robes to hide from his sister, the frog appeared to be afraid of the elder sister.

Artemis chuckled under his breath, sheathing his wand (hurhur) and folding his arms into his sleeves. "Magic excites people, I guess. I hope that we do not get any more Nazi Hitlers in Slytherin, however." The smaller boy took a note from the older male's actions, summoning his journal with a mutter Accio.

"I heard that a girl actually fainted..." He began scribbling into the journal, amongst other notes such as 'Trudo needs work' or 'Fiendfyre needs to be more streamlined'.
I'm in.
Saarebas said
"Bad blob! No human fingers on the menu!" Sam said as he went to wipe his hands off on his pants but stopped when he realized he was wearing his pink butterfly PJ bottoms. He then summoned another hole and stuck his hand in side. If someone was looking out the window they would see a second portal open up by the fountain out side and Sam's hand going into the water. He pulled his hand out of the portal and it disappeared. He then sat back down in his desk then looking up to the teacher. "S-sorry ma'am."


"'Blob'"? He questioned boredly, his supernatural grin once more appearing. "Nah. Name's Toxic, problem child." Toxic turned his attention to the teacher, who had started to finish up the lecture.
Artemis stayed behind as students upon students flooded off of the train, bumping into each other and generally creating a group-effort of loud voices, hushed voices, and stomping feet. Once he was sure that he was among the last few on the train, the white-haired Pureblood stood up from his seat and exited his compartment, moving down the halls until he found the exit to the train. The trolley lady was still making her rounds, despite the fact that there was hardly anyone else on the train, so Artemis grabbed a standard green and white lollipop. He popped the treat into his mouth as he moved about the crowded grounds.

"Here again..."

Despite the melancholy tone in his voice, Artemis felt the familiar snake-like grin form on his pale face. Making sure that his black Slytherin robe was on correctly, Art began his hunt for an empty, or at least semi-empty carriage. Thankfully, it didn't take him long to find one with a familiar face. A familiar face connected to an abnormally tall body. One of his friends from years back. He had stayed in contact with the male, and because of their similar personalities but starkly opposite appearance - Brutus being black-haired and tall, while Artemis was short and white-haired - they managed to stay good friends regardless of years.

"Hello Brutus," the short, frail-looking albino greeted quietly, slipping into the carriage and lowering himself onto one of the leather, soft seats. He saw the other sibling - someone he didn't really care much for, to be honest - enter the carriage, and slipped back into his quiet state, twirling his wand boredly though his nimble fingers.
Saarebas said
"Ewww slimy!" Sam exclaimed as he continued to try to pull his hand back. He was only able to succeed at the cost of falling out of his seat in the front row.


Toxic glanced over at Sam, and his grin and glowing eyes disappeared, leaving his hooded face lost in shadows. "I wouldn't try that if I were you..." His distorted voice chuckled lightly. The symbiote glanced over at the teacher, then at the clock.

"I AM pretty hungry."
"Ergh..."

When the hand tapped on his back, Toxic didn't necessarily respond negatively. He didn't. He just really, really disliked physical contact, and his clothing was a part of him. Whomever the annoyance was...

The back of his hoodie wrapped around the finger before it could escape into the portal, and Toxic slowly turned around, scanning the rows of seats behind him with glowing white eyes, his grin growing in size.
Artemis is just practicing spells, and waiting for the bus to leave. You can go on ahead with the timeskip, Jones, I believe. Everyone's posted at least once.
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