| The Broken Hero Strength – 25 Body - 75 Agility – 25 Mind - 75 Kitless Background: In me you’ll not find a soul worth selling. I have been around these worlds so many times they appear to me nameless within my mind. So many lands…life-forms…planets. All of them, unaware of my past. My failure. The inevitable future that might come permeates my psyche and forever tortures my raging soul. If you could only see my mind. You might be able to comprehend why I’ve watched my secret heaven turn to hell. It began with a word. My name, etched into the society of an ancient race, now nameless and extinct. More words came. Many of them told stories of destiny, legends, heroes… They were wasting their breath. I had come of age and my time of “holy justice” had arrived. An entire race riding on the back of one teenager. They had nothing to worry about. Nothing to comprehend except for their unseen fleeting faith within me. I failed not because of my hard years of training. Not because of the strength of my opponent. My fault was that I couldn’t comprehend why a people could place all hope into one person. You can say that I was curious then. If I was destined to defeat an evil force it should have meant that I could control that same force. Unfortunately it was my undoing, that if the darkness wasn’t destroyed that it would become part of me and that a peoples faith in one person would be "their" undoing, "their" suffering, and "their" bitter end. The pure evil that I had once been occupied by has left since that moment, left to leave me in agony picking up the pieces of my mind seemingly scattered to the wind. Faith alone, though it be the ever haunting ghost of my own destiny, in a way has guided me. It is the drive that blocks others from my past. I will not wish my hell on them. They will never know what I could reveal. How I have hurt not only others but ultimately myself. If they find my true form by some unseen methods twill be their undoing just like those of the past. My time runs short and yet it travels never-ending. The reasons of my calamity follow my faith in that there is no hope anywhere in my story. Character Personality Have you ever read a story wherein evil wins in the end… the hero, broken and defeated… the status quo, not returned to normal, the innocent dead and forgotten. It doesn't happen often. Writers like to please their public in a capitalistic universe. Those that bypass the norm are deemed Genius, and then are forgotten much like their written works. Let me put it another way so that you might comprehend...Have you ever seen wrong doing and could not do a thing to help the victim. Fear can be a powerful ally for those against you. Thus was my life. Thus is my pain. Thus, I have sworn, shall never happen again, or will it… Powers and Abilities Character Disadvantage: Fear Power: Photographic Reflexes Level: Standard I have a constant fear that something’s always near. This phobia always seems to find a way to live inside my mind... Fester... Then spit back out again only to return immediately in another form. I have learned to react before anything happens yet still, underneath this masquerade is a simple being who is so afraid. The skin on my neck crawls as my haunted memories daunt me and force me to remain alone. Take a good look in the shadowy corner of space. Do you feel that? Have you sensed that something's watching you? Something horrible... Something that could paralyze you with fear. Something that forces you to run rather than facing the nothingness that is actually there? As I have traveled alone these long years I've always heard the same presence from behind. I have turned around so often and seen nothing... No matter how I quicken my pace... I'm finding it harder to look back... Though I'm still sure there's someone or something there. I see this always, I fear this always, in my dreams, in my bitter reality. These are the reflections of my warped mind staring right back at me. I have no control over myself, just instinctive reactions that seem to tie in with my power. When –there is no if- "when" you see me... and you will see me, I am the one that walks a dark road... he who walks alone... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Immunity: Worlds Power: Gravity Level: Ultimate Advantage: Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large, circular area. My hands… They are very simple to the untrained eye. Even now as I look at them as they play God with all that surrounds them I forget their true use. I forget that so many, and so much have been crushed in their grasp. That so many have not even been able to truly feel their touch and yet cower before them. This is the insanely powerful remnant of my failure. A scarlet letter if you will, that denies me death, which in turn denies me life. For what is life without it’s opposite? Something totally different. Dreamlike... Walking through the blackness I try to find a caring light to guide me home. Yet the only thing that holds me close when I fear the night is the darkness itself. It is the only one who truly knows. It is the only one that can bear knowing... Fighting for my sanity, these many nights of tragedy, it reminds me and helps me leave my wretched deeds behind. Before there was Creation there was Darkness. Look in any storybook. I am quite possibly the carrier of that which was before all. I control the conditions that control flight. Does that mean I can Fly? I have power over space. Does that mean I can lay claim to and own all space? I can destroy, Does that make me Villainous? You have not died until you have lived a life without knowing death. This may be confusing now, but with time, what little time you have, you will understand... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Enveloping Darkness Power: Teleportation Level: Superior I reach out to hold the black of nothingness. My senses shut down. My eyes get heavy. My body goes limp. I still reach out as it surrounds me and cradles me in its arms. I nestle it and think back to better times. To a time when all this nonsense actually meant nonsense. To a time when I had not a care. It was so long ago… The cold bearing down on me stirs a heat within that I have missed in reality. I remember...it isn’t reality. I start to sense reality creep into recognition once again and realize that the dream must end. I attempt to block it out but the darkness pulls away as I reach out not wanting to let go of my dream, my ever-yearning new dream. I look around again and sense something different. Have I moved? Has time passed? This was my destination and goal. How did I get here? Was this dreaming a part of my reality or something… different? I await the next dream longingly… |
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