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"We can be anywhere. In the shadows. In the light. We'll be here. And we'll be watching."
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[b]Your Name:[/b] CallSignCorsair

[b]Character Name:[/b] Tyrone Johnson

[b]Character Alias:[/b] Cloak

[b]Character Alignment:[/b] Walking the Line

[b]Character Age:[/b] 17

[b]Character Appearance:[/b] Tyrone stands at a lean 5'9 and weighs in at 180 lbs. While he may not cut an especially intimidating figure among the gods and giants which have taken residence in New York City, Tyrone stalks the shadows of the Big Apple with the intensity of a man who has been consumed by a mission. Never caught out of uniform after the experiments at Roxxon, the only sign that Cloak is off duty is when he pulls down his hood. Underneath the dark hood Tyrone proudly displays the dagger tattoos which lay on his shorn skull, a tribute to his closest friend and one-time love of his life.

[b]Characters Abilities:[/b] 

[i]Darkforce Conduit:[/i] Cloak's body is a portal to the "Darkforce Dimension," a world of strange ebony energy. Cloak is linked to a pocket realm of that dimension dominated by the Predator, which compels Cloak to absorb the life forces of other beings. Cloak cannot sate his hunger through any other means, and no longer has any need to eat, drink, or breath as normal humans do.

[i]Darkforce Channeling:[/i] Cloak can channel Darkforce to create a field of darkness in his general vicinity, usually using his cloak as a focal point to manipulate this darkness, though it can spread well beyond the confines of his cloak. People enveloped by Cloak's darkness feel numbing cold and crippling fear, sometimes seeing disturbing visions. Overlong exposure to the darkness can drive people insane. Unprotected victims trapped in Cloak's dark realm are gradually drained of their life force, and presumably die unless Cloak releases them.

[i]Darkforce Teleportation:[/i] Cloak can teleport by entering the Darkforce dimension, moving a short distance within it and emerging back on Earth a great distance from his point of origin. A span of miles on Earth can be traversed in only a few steps via shortcuts through the Darkforce. Cloak can teleport other persons or objects along with himself in this fashion as well.

[i]Darkforce Intangibility:[/i] As Cloak, Tyrone is usually intangible, though he can solidify through an act of will. Tyrone's link to the Darkforce has been severed occasionally, but he seems drawn to the darkness and vice versa, and he always regains his Cloak form eventually. Though intangible, Tyrone is in no ways immune to harm while in his cloak form. Lasers and other light based weaponry can harm Tyrone, and when he solidifies he becomes just as an easy target as any other normal teenager.

[b]Characters Skills:[/b]
[i]Stealth:[/i] Tyrone is a being of darkness, and shadows seem to cling to him. He is like a living ghost, able to teleport just about anywhere and phase through just about anything, and possesses and extreme aptitude for remaining undetected due to his abilities.

[i]Intimidation:[/i] Over his brief tenure as a vigilante, Tyrone has discovered a gift for terrorizing criminals and employees of Roxxon Corporation alike. The Darkforce Dimension often whispers what fears lie in the hearts of those he hunts, and as Cloak he has used this talent, in combination when the powers he has gained, to quite literally scare enemies to death.

[i]Acting:[/i] Ty is a talented actor, landing many lead roles during his time at Forest Hills High School. He has a knack for performance and deception, but still has much room for growth.

[b]Origin Story:[/b] 
[i]2016[/i]

Tyrone, or 'Ty' as his friends call him, Johnson lived grew up in a fairly average home in the Forest Hills neighborhood in Queens, New York. His parents loved him, he had a close relationship with his younger sister and a loving but distant relationship with his older brother. He was student class president at Forest Hill high school, captain of the debate team and star of the theatre department, and even dating the girl of his dreams; class president of Midtown High Tandy Bowen. In Ty's eyes, his life was perfect. He had just gotten accepted to Harvard on a Pre-Law scholarship, and had saved up enough cash to rent out a limousine for Tandy and his senior prom night.

Then came the car crash.

It happened so suddenly. One moment Tandy and Ty were laughing at what a dork he was being, and the next their car is wrapped around the front end of a hummer. Ty and Tandy are comatose, placed in the same hospital room as each other as they cling to life. That's when Roxxon stepped in. Roxxon had saw in Ty and Tandy a chance to use them as guinea pigs in their attempts to create a new form of super-soldier. Sending their associate Mister Negative to capture the two and falsify their death reports, Roxxon had gotten the live test-subjects they wanted so badly. They experimented on both of them with all manner of dark magics, drawing from the Darkhold to infuse both teenagers with eldritch abilities. Surprisingly, both children's bodies withstood the rigors of the ancient energies infused in their bodies, but at the cost of becoming something more than human. Ty had become a creature of shadows, drinking off the light and lifeforce of others in order to sustain himself. Tandy had the opposite effect, becoming a being of light and the only one who could keep Ty in-check. Having gotten their super-soldiers, Roxxon began pushing the two's newfound abilities in an attempt to create their ultimate corporate protector.

That was their first mistake. The other was letting Ty talk to his fellow lab rats, rally a force enough to escape, and destroy the research they had on creating those magic men and women. It was in this rebellion that Tandy gave her life to give Ty and the others time enough to escape past Roxxon's teleportation baffles, and it was in this rebellion that Ty truly became Cloak. 

It has been four months since Ty's escape from Roxxon. For four months Ty has been building up his strength as Cloak, establishing a home base in the Holy Ghost Church, an ally in the homeless man Moe, and hunting down leads on Roxxon. For four months, Ty has harbored his hatred for his one-time captors and the men who took Tandy away from him.

After four months of stalking the streets of New York, the time for Ty's revenge has finally come.

[b]Story Arcs:[/b]
[i]Business of Revenge[/i]- Finally free of Roxxon's control, Tyrone hunts down Roxxon employees left and right. Whomever was responsible for turning him into what he was and taking Tandy from him had to pay.

[i]Hello Darkness my Old Friend[/i]- Tyrone receives a black envelope containing strange, runic writing from a man calling himself the 'Darkhold Dwarf'. The man promises him knowledge about the source of his powers, what drove the hunger which consumed his being, and even power enough to get Tandy back from the dead.

[i]Jumping at Shadows[/i]- Tyrone enters the Darkforce Dimension to confront the Predator, but only finds madness and despair instead.

[b]Supporting Cast:[/b]

[i]Allies:[/i]
Tandy Bowen- Tyrone's high school sweetheart and fellow labrat at Roxxon, the memory of her and his inability to save her haunts Tyrone to this day. Tyrone feels as though she speaks to him every now and then, but is quick to dismiss that as a delusional hope.

Victoria Montesi- Leader of the Midnight Sons, Victoria seeks to find someway to cleanse Tyrone or put him down. Either way, she will prevent Chthon's accession into this world by any means necessary. (Currently Unknown to Tyrone).

Modred "Moe" the Mystic- Wizard of great might and a fellow victim of the Darkhold, Modred feels a great sense of duty to tutor and guide Tyrone away from the clutches of Chthon and towards the hero he knows he can be. All he is to Tyrone currently is the homeless man whom he takes care of, confides in, and sometimes offers the teenager some sage advice.

Sylvie Lushton- A fellow escapee from Roxxton's magical experiments, has decided to attempt to live a normal life despite her growing magical abilities and Tyrone's many attempts to persuade her to take up his crusade. She worries for Tyrone and how far he is willing to go in order to hurt Roxxon, but cannot bring herself to face her tormentors.

[i]Enemies:[/i]
The Predator/Chthon- Demon of the Darkhold. The Great Shadow. He Who Holds the Darkness. Call him what you will, this is the hunger that drives Cloak to drain the lifeforce of his enemies. He is a constant presence in Tyrone's life, never speaking but always pushing Tyrone to sink deeper into the despair that will one day set him free. (Currently Unknown to Tyrone).

The Darkhold Dwarf- A servant of Chthon and the Darkhold, the Dwarf will show up occasionally to taunt and tempt Tyrone further down the path of madness. (Currently Unknown to Tyrone).

D'Spayre- Chthon's servant within Roxxon, D'Spayre gave the Roxxon Corporation the necessary knowledge to begin mystic experimentation on human test subjects. (Currently Unknown to Tyrone).

Mister Negative- A Chinese crime lord working with Roxxon, Mister Negative is known for his human trafficking and drug trade within New York City. He funnels runaways and others unfortunate enough to come into his grasp to the Roxxon Corporation for a pretty profit.

Dario Agger- CEO of Roxxon Oil Company with a dark, Minotaur-sized secret, Agger made a deal with D'Spayre in order to gain soldier strong enough to protect his interests in whatever realm he decides to strip for oil.

[b]Sample Post:[/b]
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He was cold.

He was so, damn cold.

He would shiver if he could, but Ty wasn't sure if he even had a body anymore. An ink-black mist poured out of his being, vapors which writhed along the floor as if preforming some sort of mad dance. Ty had to remind himself to breath just to keep calm, and then remember that the last breath he took was four days ago. The panic would then start in again. Whispers would jump out from the fog just to tease and taunt him, speaking in a language foreign and yet chillingly familiar. The words would haunt him, drag him down deeper into that darkness which churned in his body and teeter him past the edge of madness. Down and down and down he went, shedding pieces of himself as alien black onyx replaced blood and bone he had known as a man.

And every time he fell so deep within himself that he no longer could separate the man from the mist, a dot of brilliant light would drag him out from the depths of dwelling darkness.

Tandy, his Tandy, was standing over him, body alight with a blinding white gold light. She radiate warmth, reaching a hand down to touch what had once been his cheek, and suddenly Tyrone was solid again. He was on a cold operating table, chained to its edges with some sort of glowing, glyphed shackle. Muscle and bone reformed, his body stitching itself together after being incorporeal for so long. He felt his eyes form again, and they burned from Tandy's light, but he didn't mind. If he got to see Tandy shine like this every time he reformed, he would never mind. She looked an angel, taking pity on the poor boy she had bound herself to. He loved. He knew more than anything he loved Tandy Bowen with whatever remained of his soul. His eyes met hers, and he felt his dead lungs burn to life with air. He could breathe. He could speak.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the smoke poured out again. Sickly, onyx black it overtook Tandy's bright form in a matter of seconds. It hungered for the light, tore the girl he loved piece by piece all while she stared endlessly into his eyes. The smoke hungered, and it would feed. Ty hungered, and he would feed.

Frantic and wild-eyed, Ty shot up from the pile of boxes that served as his bed and forced the sleep form his eyes. He scanned the room he was in with panicked thoroughness, and, realizing that he was in the abandoned church and not a Roxxon experimentation room, stilled his anxious searching. The sweeping, gothic features of the Holy Ghost Church overtook the cold, clinical cell of his nightmare. Instead of Tandy standing over him, there was Moe, his homeless friend and part-time caretaker, staring at him with worry.

"You ok there pal? Look like you've seen a ghost or something," Moe inquired, reaching out to place a comforting hand on Ty's shoulder.

Ty let the hand phase through him, hurriedly standing up and gathering himself. It had been weeks since the last time he had felt the need to fall asleep, and the teenager didn't enjoy the nightmare that nap had brought about. Seeing Tandy like that, remembing what Roxxon did to them, it didn't sit well with the vigilante. He felt restless, anxious. Angry. Like he had glimpsed at a storm and couldn't do anything but sit and wait for it to arrive.

"Pal?" Moe inquired again.

"I'm fine," came Ty's curt reply. "I'm going for a walk. Don't wait up for me. It's gonna be a long night."

Moe drew back a bit. He didn't exactly know what Ty did during his walks, but it was an unstated fact that the 'walks' were most likely violent and unpleasant. The old man sighed, but nodded. He resumed his relaxed position at one of the church's pew. "Just...take care of yourself, alright?"

Ty didn't respond. The teenager simply pulled up his hood, drew the about him the onyx darkness which infected the church, and teleported far from the holy building. Where he was going, he didn't know. Matter of fact, Ty didn't know much of anything nowadays. He didn't know why Roxxon had taken him and Tandy for their experiments. He didn't know what was happening to his body, or why he kept having these damnable visions of killing the girl he loved.

All he knew was the hunger. It was old, it was dark, and it demanded that Ty feasted this night.

He smiled as he drifted through the starry-night of New York City. He knew this hunger well, it had been his constant companion since he had become the creature he was today. And it was a hunger that Roxxon would know soon enough.

He would make sure that the darkness that dwelled within him would have its full tonight. God save the fool who got in his way.[/hider]