[color=aba000][b]Heretic[/b][/color] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/82270-r-a-t-s-rapid-assault-tactical-squad-superhero-turn-based-adventures/char][b]LINK[/b][/url]
[b][color=fff200]Energy; 10/10[/color][/b]
[b][color=007236]20[/color][/b]/[b][color=00aeef]2[/color][/b]/[b][color=ed1c24]3[/color][/b]
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Heretic closed his eyes as the van proceeded along the cracked road. He had been receiving constant headaches for at least a week, only now had they subsided. He would much rather rest than go after a gang of low lifes and take advantage of this pristine moment, but as usual, Lady Luck just wasn't on his side.
Laying his head along the midnight shaded wall of the transport, Heretic sighed. He closed his eyes in hope of rest, only to be interrupted by a familiar sensation. The bloodlust inside him started heat to a boil, adrenaline was soon added to the pot for flavor. So, that's why his headaches had stopped, Heretic's inner demon was pleased to be on it's way to such a violent setting.
 
Heretic had grown up in a very rural area in Mongolia, Asia. As a child, the small, nomadic village he was born to would wander the plains and see many geographical wonders, the magnitude and grace of which could bring tears to a grown man's eyes. Life had been great in their peaceful setting, but the nomadic monks that Heretic lived with were defenseless against the coming storm. 
A patch of Mongolian soldiers came across Heretic's family tribe on patrol, and soon accused them of trespassing on their national soil. Protesting, the nomads gave a small revolt. And that's the only spark the gasoline needed.
Blood drenched ground surrounded the wounded teenager, the smell of which brought both flies and demons. Imps of gore scoured the ground for souls to take to their unhallowed masters, carcasses upon carcasses of once living nomads weighed down by the lead in their torsos offered great pickings for these devious minions. They soon came across desperate little Yuki. The imps stole what small hope Heretic had, a prized commodity in hell, and left him with a new infernal heritage. Yuki could never see the lovely earth the same way again, his mind and body permanently mutated by the encounter, and his senses overwhelmed with hellish bliss.

"So, what makes these thugs so important anyways? Shouldn't the police be keeping track of minor things like this?", Heretic asked, his mouth as sassy as always.
Cracking his knuckles simultaneously, Heretic gave a slight smirk. He was urging for a fight.
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