Screen name: The Sinful Hero (Sinful for short)

[b]Cyrus[/b]

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: He is known by the name Cyrus, though it is not certain his true name is so; perhaps buried deep within the depths of his past. He's not the one to go out in public and live within the confinements of a normal life. 

Character Personality: His past has left craters in his somewhat twisted mind. He struggles between right and wrong; his true enemy is himself. Outside, he acts as if he doesn't have a trouble in the world deciding what's the right and wrong thing to do. Inside, there is a debate on whether his sanity is still intact. He presents himself as what he is; brutal although educated to it's finest. Consistency when it comes to how he does his job, but lack of consistency when it comes to his decisions in life. To kill or not kill?

Uniform/costume: He wouldn't consider it a costume. More of what he usually wears; black leather pants, combat boots, and a black leather jacket. It's about as simple and as dark as he seems to be. 

Origin Info/Details: Cyrus isn't the one to reveal such a juicy secret like his past. It's kept within the boundaries of his own complex scull. He would indeed admit he was introduced to the art of killing at a young age and since, it was as if a craving-- a desire he must always taste. His powers were brought to him out of random during his birth; the source of his malignant ability. He was sworn to be cursed by the devil. And maybe he was?

Hero Type (Select one): Maybe he could be Psychic. During the studying of his strange power, it is far more complex.


Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific):
~ With his mind, he has the power to melt one's insides. He is limited to killing only regular humans. A super being with tons of strength might not feel as much pain.
Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human 
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 4
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average 
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Average

Weaknesses:
~ His own mind 
~ Empathy

Supporting Characters: He's a lone wolf.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Maybe

Sample Post 
The pounding was becoming agonizing within his cluttered skull. Thinking. Too much thinking. Is that what it was? His mind shifted back and forth, thinking of this. Thinking of that. And because why? The life of an innocent, weak human. Why was he overthinking this? The growing anxiety burned at his skin, the dark roots of his hair prickle with tension. [i]Am I going mad?[/i], he thought to himself. [i]Of course you are. When was this a surprise[/i], his inner voice answered, it's cooling reminder that his complexity was still there. That he is nether classified as good nor bad. [i]What are you doing? Showing pity? Kill her already[/i], the voice ordered. Was he to follow that order? His silver eyes cascaded onto the human's green ones; her skin pale from the loss of blood. Small lips trembling, a few strands of hairs stuck to her face by the tears she once shed. [i]Why[/i], he asked himself. Indeed, he was sure of the craving, the burning rage inside him, the wanting of more blood spill. To get revenge. And she, a victim to such horror was to pay the price of his utter enjoyment for murder. Maybe she wouldn't be the one to satisfy his lustfulness for death. 
"Just kill me now," She croaked out was seemed to be a plead. 
A plead for death? He knew he couldn't take her life. She was far more elegant to be stripped of her soul due to his hands. He watched her as she laid there, crippled by fear, though she was masking it well. Her bold eyes looked right into his and for a second he felt a tingle of selflessness. A victim of such honor should be able to live. And so he stepped back, instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of gratitude radiating off of her. As her eyes remained gazing up onto him, his orbs were now focused downward onto the pavement, painted with the blood that was lost during his preparation for a kill. Maybe it wasn't right to walk away. Maybe he still had a chance to kill her now. End her misery. But, the only misery was formed by him. The king of misery. Hellbound by insanity.