First CS on this site so advice if it sucks like ass.
Name: Chrislann Gosiengfiao

Codename: Salvation

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Ilo Ilo City, Visayas, Philippines(Formerly) Los Angeles, California, United States of America(Present). 

Occupation: Church Helper in Neighborhood Church

Appearance: Outside his costume, Chrislann is a thin and lanky man. He is 5'11 and has brown skin and black hair with a high ponytail and fringe. He looks very normal. Except his eyes. They are what you would call holy. They are glowing white eyes that when you look at them it looks like you are going to be sucked in by our Father himself. They glow holy like fire and can make someone blind by looking at it too long. He usually wears blue jeans and a black t-shirt in his normal everyday life.

With his costume on though, he looks more ominous. He wears a white bandanna around his mouth and paints on a white cross on his forehead behind the fringe. He wears a black priest coat with a white shirt underneath revealing nothing of the crosses and holy writing on his skin, glowing bright white. On both of his wrists are rosalias made of red beads and a brown wooden cross made of an unknown substance, as hard as diamond though and it is very close to Chrislann. He has black cargo pants and black running shoes. All of this will turn into a blinding glowing white from skin to costume in his holy mode. 

Powers: With a quick prayer to Our Father, a cross will appear in front of Chrislann and will summon him an object that is as large as the cross. The more crosses he makes, the more objects he can get. But however to maintain the object for a very long period of time, it is very straining to Chrislann. The bigger the prayer, the bigger the cross and the bigger the object. The object must be something that is in the physical universe and not trans dimensional or out of universe. But it can be anything but the farther it comes from, the bigger the prayer also has to be. The cross can also be used to teleport him. The bigger the prayer, the farther Chrislann can teleport. But all of this is very straining. All the scribes on his body will be burning white and bleed the more straining the activity. His eyes will burn and may become blind after an extremely straining activity. He may die after doing something straining. 

After his connection with God, he found out there was a holy mode. It lasts for half an hour and it is only to be used to smite a power that is beyond the Creator's control. From lightly bitch slapping a football player to the ground and making him faint to shooting white beams from his eternally white crosses. This does not come for a price though. Chrislann will die. That much strain will kill him. His soul would be dragged to the deepest parts of hell and never to be seen the light of day ever again. He will be the slave of the Devil himself. That much scares the shit out of Chrislann.

Skills:
Parkour
Smiting Gods Enemies
Sword Combat
Preaching and Boosting Morale

Equipment/Resources : Chrislann carries a rapier sword that knocks people out for 48 hours because of the immense pain they will feel. Rapier(http://www.macdonaldarms.com/armoury/Rapier.php)
A Cross that fires a projectile of light that sends holy fire at the target. Holy fire does not burn but it feels like you are burning for more than a day in a span of a few seconds.
Holy Water that cools his body only slightly.

Weaknesses: 
He is to pure to be around anything too evil. He will literally faint if around something extremely evil if without holy scribes.
He goes on the philosophy of "An open mind is a fortress with gates opened and unguarded"
He is uptight and only tolerable of metahumans and "deformed creatures"
He hates atheists and will only tolerate them. 

Psychological Profile: Chrislann is a very proud and preacher like person with the booming voice and holy white eyes. He is a holy man and loves God. He is usually tolerable but he has a few ticks. He hates anything that "deforms God's Image" meaning he is only slightly tolerable of metahumans and magicians. He hates atheists even more so though. If any person sane enough declares that "religion is boll-" he/or she is set on holy fire and is rolling on the ground in agony "in his mind". Chrislann isn't so stuck up but is till kind of a saidst, in his mind. He also loves fries. Has a packet of fries in his pocket in every assignment and will set Gods powers on any person that ruins his fries in his mind. 

Biography: Chrislann was born in Ilo Ilo City in the Philippines. He loved the place. It was way better than Los Angeles. his dad wanted to move forwards and onwards so we moved to the Americas. He was bullied as a kid. Kids calling me brown **** and the like. He laughs at it now. Growing up in such caring arms of my mama and papa while being abused outside their hands made him have a pretty weird mind at a young age. He moved out of the Neighborhood and moved onto a new street and next to local church. His family started to move into the Catholic Society. 

His parents loved Christianity. And because it was a very tight knit community, they welcomed them with welcome arms. Chrislann's father soon became the Church's Organizer of everything from the pastors notes to the notice sheets handed out after Church. Chrislann's mother soon became the Church's financial fee's and handling all of the money. In all of this, Chrislann felt left out. His parents submitted themselves to this raving lunatic that calls himself a "Priest". Pussies. Chrislann started to be more rebellious. A rift started to form between him and his parents. He started to do drugs and drinking booze in the inner city. He started getting into gangs and starting to do petty theft and breaking in and entering houses, stealing from their stuff. Chrislann spent more time in the jail cell than home and eventually got caught stealing multiple valuable china from the police chief's home. He was sent to Jail. The rift grew even more. After a year out of jail for good behavior, he headed to the Church that he blamed for all of this. 

Smoke is what he smelt. He sprinted towards the blazing fire and looked at the sight, horrified. The Church was burning, people were burning and screaming inside. Dying. He saw his Mama and Papa running towards him. They were screaming his old nickname in the Philippines. "Chris! Chris!". They burned to charred remains in front of him. Chrislann sat beside them. He started to pray. He started to forgive his parents for everything and tell them to forgive him for being an idiot. He started to pray to God for mercy and forgiveness and told him all of his sins. He started the only official prayer his mother and father taught him. "Angel of God, my guardian angel. To home his love, commits me here. Ever this day by my side, to Lead and Guide, to Rule and Guard. Amen" Those powerful words. Beautiful but simplistic. A beautiful light cam down from the skies to greet him. A calming voice appeared. It was the voice of an angel. It told him that he was now a Guardian of God. He was now to smite Gods enemies. He was now to commit evil back to the shadows. To join a league, to represent God himself. To call himself "Salvation". Chrislann flashed a burning light and woke in a field of green. The cemetery. From that day on, he vowed to battle evil in all forms.

He started as a night hawk. Stalking the night and stopping crime from the shadows. The underground became shrouded in confusion. Who was this new hero. The White stalking the night. Crime started to lower. More people started to leave gangs, looking around wearily. It was said that if caught, you will experience pain so large that it will break you and turn you into a potato. He came for you. Connections to gangs made you a target. People started leaving the city. Sinful men took their money and ran. The cops were happy for that. They did not even need to do their job. 

Chrislann started to see that Los Angeles not need his help anymore. He looked outwards and saw Chicago. A League started to form there since the Awakening. He saw his last instructions. Join the league. Chrislann conjured a Dirt Bike and drove towards Chicago. To fight new evils. To smite God's enemies.