CS 1 of 3. Expect 2nd tomorrow.
Please forgive any crappy grammar or strange writing. This was written at 11:49

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[i][b]Full Name:[/i][/b]
"Jonathan Keen", "The Reaper", “Never Kendrick"

[i][b]Age:[/i][/b]
65, looks 32

[i][b]Race:[/i][/b]
Human

[i][b]Appearance:[/i][/b]
Never Kendrick:
[img=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/133/f/0/redemption_by_flickingfire-d657rt3.jpg]

The Reaper:
[img=http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/81210-bigthumbnail.jpg]

[i][b]Personality:[/i][/b]
Witty, Charming and a tad sarcastic, Sir Kendrick can take over any social event and run away from any personal investigation with the ease of long practice. He is, or should I say was, not your typical vigilante killer, or so he likes to think. His passion is justice and he likes it swift and cruel. There is no particular cause for his former vigilantism. No parents were murdered, nobody was killed before his eyes. His was a deeper more complex sort of cause, and thus he is a deeper and more complex human being.
He is loud so nobody can hear him scream, he is calm so nobody can see his pain.
He lives life with no rules but the ones imprinted so deeply within his being that even he does not know they are there. Though many are older than he, Kendrick has lived enough for three lifetimes. He has seen so much, He knows so little.

[i][b]History:[/i][/b]
Born in Edessa Never Kendrick, then known as Jonathan, was a nobody in a family of nobodies. His father would have no impact on the world when he died and nor would his mother. However, his life was not uneventful. He wandered the streets of Edessa, learning of the world and it’s wonders. He was an outcast in society. Not for any particular reason, he simply was different. He was smarter and stranger and crazier. His philosophy was strange and his words were stranger. Yet, in all regards, he was still a normal boy.
This changed quite quickly. By the time he was 17, Jonathan had decided that he did not like the world. He couldn’t say exactly why. There were so many small things that seemed to make the world drop a little further every time he encountered them. Abuse, Enslavement, Killing. It seemed so wrong.
Jonathan left Edessa and moved into the City of Babalyon. There he formed a new life. He rented an apartment in the inner rings of Babalyon. Over the next few years, the world slowly pointed him into the realm of violence. Vigilantism. It started when he an attempted mugger attacked him behind his Apartment. The man was tall and scarred and had obviously seen more of the world than Jonathan. 
Jonathan killed the man with his own knife.
Here began the days of the Reaper. The name was small at first. A vigilante killer, murdering suspected criminals. Bodies found in alleys. Soon people began to see a dark figure with a gas mask wandering the streets. The Reaper built up quite the reputation and when Jonathan turned 25, a full on man-hunt began for the Vigilante Killer. Soon the Police force grew near and he fled Babylon in a fit of paranoid terror and the frenzy of a man who has lost himself in the blood of his enemies.
He ran into the Desert, a madman who had lost his purpose in life. Here he became a bounty hunter. A freelancer. His divine justice was lost and he killed for the simple satisfaction. 
He became a man of the desert for years. A decade went by. He had no name, no life. He had forgot himself. Then he met a man named Davian. Davian wanted Jonathan to hunt and gather information on a man in Babylon. It was a normal job, easy in fact. Jonathan took the job, went into Babylon, and never returned to the Desert.
He spent the years living honest life, as a normal man. However, one day a man came to him calling himself Sir Savian Drull. Drull was a knight of the cross, and had come to recruit Jonathan. They agreed with his methods and ideas. Their paths were similar so why not have them simply be the same?
Jonathan agreed more out of blood lust than faith.
But he was born anew. Never Kendrick, Acolyte of the Red Cross. 
He spent the next few years training, becoming stronger and faster. Going beyond the normal limits of man kind.
Here he lives as a knight. Here he will die.

[i][b]Occupation:[/i][/b]
Knight of The Holy Cross

[i][b]Weaponry:[/i][/b]
Disaster - [img=http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/090/9/6/sci_fi_katana_by_afterfield-d4ukfk4.png]

Promise - [img=http://www.lo-ping.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/pew-pew.jpg]

[i][b]Augments:[/i][/b]
Being a knight, he is heavily augmented.
He is stronger, faster. He can move farther and move faster than a normal man. He can go longer without food or drink. He is a Knight of the Holy Cross. His body has been so heavily augmented he doesn’t need to leave his battle suit, and it is more of a body to him than his true one. His skin is bullet proof and his face is a mask.

[i][b]Other:[/i][/b]
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