I liked this idea, so I decided to knock something together for the character I'm playing most at the moment while I wait for my downloads to finish. It's funny how I already knew the story, but I'd never stopped to think about age, weight, height or anything like that, heh.
Reborn of Sheol
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Class: Scrapper
Origin: Magic
Security Level: 17
Primary: Katana
Secondary: Invulnerability
Epic:
Name: Damon Carmack
Date of Birth: 18.07.1975
Place of Birth: Los Angeles
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 198lbs
Hair: Originally brown
Eyes: Hazel
Marital Status: Permanent Bachelor
Current Residence: An abandoned shop-front chapel in Kings Row
Occupation: Formerly crime syndicate hired sword, currently brooding antihero
Identity: Unknown to pretty much everyone, himself included
Powers:
- Katana use: Once a proficient and deadly combatant, since his unprecedented return to life one of the few connections Reborn has to his past is an innate knowledge of bladed combat. Although nowhere near as deft as he was before his death, he is slowly regaining the prowess he once had- not through practice, as such, but through overcoming the mental barriers that separate his old life from his current existence.
-Invulnerability: As he is essentially a walking, though well preserved, cadaver, little can harm Reborn. Blades seem to glance off of his leathery skin, and bullets simply lodge where they hit. More disturbingly attacks that should by rights kill him, despite his resistance to pain and injury, seem to strike thin air- always fired a little too late, or knocked off course by some freak coincidence.
-Super Jump: His muscles hardened by death, and presumably rigor mortis and the onset of decay, its a wonder Reborn is as mobile as he is. Yet something (for better or worse) lends him strength that he never knew in life, allowing him to leap over the heads of those he feels compelled to destroy and punish, and traverse the moonlit rooftops of the city with great ease as he unerringly stalks his prey.
Limitations:
- His existence is generally a limitation in itself. Having lost almost all his memories of his former life, and driven by strange internal compulsions that it pains him to resist, Reborn has little control over his actions in the field. If he does not heed the call of his unseen master, he begins to painfully decay slowly.
Talents:
Cynical quips in the face of impossible odds, surprisingly good personal hygiene.
Nemesis:
No one he could name, but presumably someone is behind his current condition.
Contacts:
Nobody in character unfortunately. Not plucked up the courage to get any real RP going.
Biography:
A top class thug working for a well paying crime syndicate, Damon had a very comfortable life. Depravity was a leisure activity for him, and even people he considered allies would whisper sordid tales about him in darkened corners of bars. He was well known, and not for any of the right reasons.
He was well known. However he is now, to all intents and purposes, quite dead.
A routine assassination job, the culmination of many months of plotting against him, was his downfall, and saw him smeared against the wall of a ferry cabin by an aging Tsoo sorcerer. His internal injuries were horrific, beyond the abilities of even modern medical teams to repair. He was given a brief send-off as a formality, and then interred in the syndicate tomb as the higher echelons of the gang generally celebrated the demise of their once useful, but then troublingly ambitious, former acquaintance.
Its a little unclear what occurred at this point. Reborn doesnt know, clearly, as he was somewhat dead at the time. All he can remember is waking up on a stone slab, with half his jaw missing and a splitting headache.
No memories of his former life remained. Damon Carmack, and all he had ever done, had indeed died on that barge. What awoke this night and rose, wrapping the velvet coverings of a nearby tomb around the grizzly remains of its head and seizing a ceremonial katana from the wall, was something entirely new. Something driven by new, powerful compulsions- to atone for the crimes of a dead man, and to bring suffering to the people that really deserve it- that could not be ignored. Swinging the blade in a wide arc and finding it to still be a reasonably familiar feeling, Reborn crept out into the night, and fled the Rogue Isles to recover his strength, hoping eventually to return and get his revenge on those that had plotted against him, and perhaps to find some release from the pain of eternal undying servitude.
Every villain brought to justice now brings him one step closer to his goal, and to discovering the truth about his former life- and indeed, his death. The question is, when he finally uncovers the truth, will he continue to live as a hero, or use his newfound powers for even greater villainy?
