Name: Sven 'Edge' Wattson 

Gender: Male 

Age: 19, though he appears younger. 

Parents: Unknown, though they are deceased. 

Powers: Edge's body, on the day of his birth, went through a unique, if not unwelcomed change. His body was filled exponentially with some sort of dark, flickering energy that turned the pigment of his skin to a pale white, giving him a sickly-tone while both his eyes and hair became rather...weird. He has control over the unique energy that has rudely housed his body, so his power is a form of Darkness manipulation. Rather, the chaotic energy that houses his body has given him a unique enhancement to all physical and mental attributes - 

His speed (Can run, at the most, 90 MPH. At this rate, his legs become similar to wisps of shadows, which also allows levitation/flying) 

His strength (Has been seen picking up full-fledged trucks without struggle - Can apparently lift more than 20 tons at max.) 

And his agility/flexibility/dexterity (Edge can do a lot of feats that would make even a professional acrobatic jealous) 

He can also use the energy in bursts and physical representation, example being slashing his hand through the air, causing a lightning-quick, almost unseeable slash of dark matter to slice through the air, cutting into flesh as if it was a knife made of corrosive, yet razor-sharp energy. He can also form blades/knives of dark energy over his hands and feet, to use as an extension of his body, or he can send out razor-sharp tentacles out of various parts of his body, along with shooting out small bullets from his fingers or mouth, almost like a gun. Along with this is the ability of treating the Darkness as a sort of catalyst, allowing him to send energy through the ground and air to use as tangible and intangible physical constructs. (Barriers, Walls, Scouters, and Road Spikes). This also means wide-to-short range teleportation, via his own Shadows, along with the Shadows of the thing he's attempting to teleport to. 

Appearance: Edge is a rather...unnatural looking male, appearing at the average height of 5'10 with a lithe, almost frail frame that hides the sinewy muscles underneath his unnaturally pale skin. He has slight bags under his eyes, from going days upon days of not sleeping. His hair is an obsidian-black, falling limply down his neck and head in spiky, feathery locks. Though his eyes are usually covered by stray strands of hair, they are obviously a deep black, similar to his hair, with the supposed whites of his eyes an obvious black as well, while his posture is deliberately slouched. Usual clothing consists of a half-mask, black in color, that resembles a surgeon's safety mask. He wears a tattered, sleek hoodie that looks as if it was a straitjacket before (Made of tangible darkness - Semi-resistant to most blunt and piercing weapons, while slashing threats will only damage the immediate appearance of the hoodie.), along with loose white cargo's and soft leather boots. A bag is slung over his shoulders. Filled with what? No one knows. 

Personality: Edge has always been an apathetic and calm individual. He doesn't involve himself socially too often unless the situation proves the need to be, and even then he is very calculating, always observing the situation at hand and picks the best route to go about without having to expend too much effort that isn't needed. When he is with the Darkness, and no body else, this is perhaps when he is most at peace. Has been known to show extremely sociopathic qualities; a dark, gory sense of humor, no empathy nor sympathy, and seems to relish in other people's pain. Has the tendency to occasionally break out in evil chuckles, and if one were to look under his mask they would see an evil, sharp-toothed grin that would chill most to the bones.