[hider=CS]Name: Tarek Raketgatan (Or more commonly known as Crow.)

Alias: The Servator

Abilities: Thanks to his time in "the day shift," Tarek has had time to improve on his own power, Erebokinesis, (The ability to manipulate the dark.) which he has been working on various new skills for it which include, the ability to use the shadows to block the lights in areas, night vision, turning his body into a shadow, (Which he can use to come from various other shadows in the area.) and so much more.

Weakness: He has congenital insensitivity to pain, so in other words, he can be wounded and never realize it. He is, after all, only human. (Fun fact! Insomnia.)


Age: Twenty six.

Appearance: Standing at the height of 5'11 (It's a bit taller than that, but he is hunched over enough to make that difference.) and weighing 150, we have mister Raketgatan. Physical features consist of shaggy white hair along with the eye colors of green and blue. As for clothing, his outfit consists of an M40 gas mask as his mask for when he is working "the day shift," a gray hoodie that has multiple black spots all over it accompanied with dark blue jeans, and black shoes that have red at the bottom.


Personality: Tarek is a rather quiet and pessimistic individual until someone initiates a conversation with him that lasts more than a minute. If one were to pay attention to him, they would most likely notice his observing of everything in front of him along with his bad habit of popping various joints in his body. In short, the guy is pretty much that one person who acts like a creeper.

Back Story: "So, what do y'all lads know about The Servator?" "I heard that he has a gun which shoots gas that acts like a truth serum or can knock people out!" "Nah, nah. That's Dodds from DC comics. Anyway, lemme tell ya a story."

The man would clear his throat. "A'ight, so here is what I've heard. The man... uh... woman, whatever gender, started in Iceland. First sightin' of him was not really all too fun from what I heard. Anyway, almost recently, they has been poppin' up in North America, mostly Canada. Why? No one knows besides them."

"Anyway, we all heard that message, yeah?" There were mummers among the five mooks present. "Well, I think that caught their attention and with that, they simply went to Chicago. Who knows?" The man would shrug before he got up. "Anyway, ta. It's been fun but I got to go do things." And the man simply left, leaving the mooks to do whatever it was that they were doing before the man came.

Voice (yay voice acting while suffering from no idea of what to say): http://vocaroo.com/i/s0BC715e0Pb0
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