I intentionally made him weaker than Colossus so he wouldn't be considered OP. Though I'd totally move him up to a class 50 if I had the option. But for right now, he's a class 10 in strength. I gave him a good number of physical abilities though he's a sword fighter. Give him a bit of range and compensate for his strength.

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[b]Real name:[/b] Axel Legrand

[b]Hero Name: [/b] His own name! What cowardice do you think he has to feel the necessity to hide his name!?

[b]Age:[/b] 38

[b]Powers:[/b]
Empowered Equipment: Every remarkable ability demonstrated by Axel comes from his equipment, well forged and heavily enchanted. Though he himself is a remarkable specimen of humanity without armor, everything that he accomplishes is because he wears the armor he does.

Peak Physical Conditioning: Even without his armor, Axel is a well toned man. Without his armor he is capable of feats on par with that of Bruce Lee, albeit as a pugilist rather than a martial artist. 

[b]Appearance: [/b] 
Alright, so, despite his remarkably well toned body. Axel's ugly, like real ugly. His face is similar to an even uglier Danny Trejo with a thicker mustache. There's a reason he wears a mask constantly. And no, he's not heavily scarred, or even hideously mangled. His face is just ugly because of genetics. Now, he has lightly tanned skin and his body is unshaven. The most notable mark on his body are two brands on palms of his hands, shaped like a circle with a line leading halfway across it. This is the source of his armor, an enchantment given to him by a man in a cave when he was a young man. He stands at 5'7"

When his palms are placed together his armor erupts from his skin as an exoskeleton, covering his entire body in this incredibly powerful suit of armor. The armor itself is dark and seems to have a slight patina. The material it is crafted from appears to be darkened bronze but is significantly harder. As of yet it is an unknown material or alloy. The armor is obviously that of a great knight, showing signs of many battles in the past and a number of repair marks all over its plates. As though someone repairs it every time it is removed. The helmet is adorned with a large red plume of hair that hangs down the back of it. The front of it is a face mask that shows no emotion, no remorse, and no regret. 

[b]History: [/b]
As a young man he was an adventurous sort, the kind of guy who would go out into caves and abandoned buildings to experience something new every day. One day he meandered into a cavern in Scotland, just north of Edinburgh. Deep inside, buried in the chest of a skeletal figure and the stone it was leaning against was a massive blade, obviously some manner of Zweihander. The amount of dust covering the blade and the fact that the skeleton was completely devoid of any hints of clothing meant that this blade was ancient, and that this had been the final battleground of some warrior. Surprisingly, when he blew dust off of the blade it revealed that even now the edge was still brilliantly shining. 

Axel smiled and said to himself: "Why not take this blade for myself? It's obviously in good condition. A memorial blade for some fallen warrior." When he gripped the handle and began pulling he quickly realized two things. One, his hands were burning. And two, he could not let go of the sword. After a good time of him standing there with the sword searing his hands he realized that there was someone else in the room. Not visible to him, but the feeling of being watched by someone else. 

Though he could not turn his body he managed to turn his head a bit, spotting a man adorned with a heavy but war torn armor. When he spotted the man he spoke, he spoke in a deep thrumming voice. One that echoed and boomed with every syllable. "You have found the sword, and you have not succumed to its flame. You have been deemed worthy, withdraw the sword now and claim your prize." It was about now that he realized the burning had stopped in his hands, doing as he was told by the warrior he found the blade easy to withdraw. From the hilt erupted a bright light, and he found himself covered in the armor that once adorned the warrior who appeared before him. 

Without the armor the warrior was revealed to be an ancient man, heavily bearded and pale skinned. His voice no longer booming and intimidating, he was just a man now. "The legend must never die, you now carry our legacy." Shortly after those words passed his lips his body deteriorated into dust, leaving Axel confused as to what legend he was speaking of. Years later and he does not know what this legend is, no text in any religion or mantra tells tale of a zweihander weilding warrior of legend. Now, after the fall, Axel stands tall as a hero. Or at least tries to, he's a bit overconfident and aggressive. Sometimes using a bit too much force when he tries to fight foes. But still! Heroism! The Legendary Axel Legrand!

Though, after the fall he has taken up vigilantism rather than flagrant heroism. Taking the lives of those who assail others. Even he knows his limits, though they may be high, numbers so great are the ranks of evil in these times. 

[b]Personality: [/b]
Axel takes his legendary status with pride, almost never removing his armor. Except to do cleaning, or when it has been damaged. When he's fighting evil he will rant and rave about his superiority, claiming to be one of the greatest heroes of all time. To others he may come off as a bit abrasive and annoying, with good reason. He's loud, unforgiving, and overtly prideful. Sometimes people question his motives, but when it comes right down to it he just wants to kick evil's teeth in.

[b]Equipment: [/b]
Sword: A very long, very heavy Zweihander imbued with the power of indestructability. The blade cannot dull, cannot break, cannot bend. Four times the weight of your average greatsword it weighs thirty pounds, unweildy to all but Axel. As a blade that heavy has awkward weight distribution, but in the hands of Axel it is a normal blade. Should anyone other than Axel grip the handle they will be scorched, the handle engulfs the hands of anyone unworthy of its power in flames so hot as to boil lead. No, this blade cannot cut through other blades, it's not sharper than any other blade. Though it can shatter them.

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Armor: His armor is heavily enchanted, granting him abilities as remarkable as those of the gods themselves. Though I have already described it, there are numerous other details. First of all, there is a cloth draped across from the right shoulder down to his waist, it is tattered and faded, though the color is still noticeably red. It weighs well over 400 lbs, though he moves with it as though it only weighed a few pounds. It is not invulnerable, and though it is stronger than steel a significant enough blow can dent or even crack his armor. If it is broken he must remove it for about five minutes, once five minutes passes he can regain his armor and it will be fully repaired. Where the repairs come from, however, are unknown.

The list of abilities that it grants him are vast, turning him into a force to be reckoned with:
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[*]Divine Strength:[/*] Though it has a fancy name, there's nothing divine about it. His strength is incredible when he wears this suit, easily able to hoist ten tons of weight over his head and throw it a hundred yards. Even the strongest of foes bow to his strikes, making him a terrifying foe in close unarmed and armed combat. 
[*]Unbreakable Stance:[/*] Again, fancy names are a theme here. His incredible weight is augmented by a hefty enchantment that seals his feet to the ground, foes who are stronger than him will have a hard time lifting him, as his feet hold the weight of 10k lbs resistance. Though he can move as fluidly as any normal man. When struck by a train he will slide with the train until the train cannot push any further on the broken tracks.
[*]Resilient Defense:[/*] Along with the weight, allowing him to stand unmoved by great strikes he can other kinds of assaults. Blasts of flame and frost, water and stone, wind and lightning. Wait. Scratch that. Lightning is actually a no go. Seriously, he's coated from head to toe in metal, and he's constantly touching the ground. Lightning is dangerous to a guy coated in metal. He can resist extremes of temperature and terrain, withstanding heat up to 300 degrees fahrenheit and 100 below. Withstanding rocks that weigh under 10k lbs, and blasts of wind that would send other men flying.
[*]Grand Speed:[/*] Though not remarkable in any sense, in his armor he can run at around 30 mph. With its great weight and his other abilities, this always causes large clouds of dust to be kicked up behind his feet. 
[*]Hero's Stamina:[/*] His final ability is his stamina, allowing him to fight for hours on end without tiring. That's about it, he can go a very long time without stopping.
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