[center][h1][color=black][b]CROSS[/b][/color][/h1][color=7e6e75][sub][b]“For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.”[/b][/sub]

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	[color=black][sub]N A M E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Peter Francis Lothry[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]A G E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]54[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]A L I G N M E N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Hero[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]A L I A S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Cross[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]TBD[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]When Peter Lothry was young he was a vicious youth full of anger and hatred who inflicted it on those who even looked at him slightly wrong. It was because of this that he gained a sort of infamous reputation as “the Lothry kid you do not want to cross” by everyone from his family to innocent bystanders who witnessed his temperament— a temperament that would constantly get him in trouble. However in Peter’s later years he found through trials of faith how to hone his wrath into something productive and focus onto those who would do wrong to others. It is with that in mind that he seeks to become a spirit of vengeance and retribution as he looks to redeem himself for his family’s sins at any cost. To say Peter is zealous is an understatement. However, Peter in his current mindset is patient and determined rather than impulsive and brash. It is with conviction due to his training as a religious monk that he believes that there is no room for error, no room for failure, and no room for emotional exuberance. Peter still reflects sadly on his past and goes forward trying to do things right and correct wrongs by not only his mission against his family but by the wrongs of thieves, murderers, and psychopaths. In this way his personality can be seen as one that is sympathetic, just, zealous, and patient.  [/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]O R I G I N[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75][b][u]EARLY LIFE & CAREER[/u][/b] [i]1930-1958[/i]

Born the son of Francis Lothry, the patriarch of the Lothry Crime Family, Peter had an abrasive life in store for his future and despite his mother’s strong faith that led to a religious upbringing it would be a long time before Peter truly accepted god and become the hero he has become. Generally speaking, for the majority of his life, Francis was born with a silver spoon in his mouth while his father controlled a variety of businesses through his criminal connections and more legitimate control of the majority of the shipping and industrial infrastructure of the ports of the city. This allowed Peter to have a wide range of opportunities and found himself actively dealing with harassment in school from his more pompous classmates who while also cut from a silver spoon considered themselves untouchable even with Peter’s father being who he was— a fact that was slightly true as his father valued business over family. But that didn’t stop Peter from punching people who crossed him in the teeth.              

A habit that consistently got him into a lot of trouble and various lectures throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school. Earning a reputation as “The Battling Bruiser” by his senior year, he became somewhat of a minor celebrity to the paparazzi, his fellow classmates, and his enemies. A reputation that he’d take with him as his father’s underboss, [b]Rupert Blodis[/b], took him under his wing to “use that anger productively in a proper workplace”. This would be around the time Peter went off to university for his business & engineering degrees to show that he wasn’t just a mindless brawler to the public and his mother. But despite that he juggled school and “work”. However, lines were drawn in the sand and eventually he was made to make a decision he didn’t want to do and people he grew to care about found themselves killed; angry he confronts Rupert about the conflictions to the point the older man announces that he is a “failed” Lothry and lets him know that the test was sanctioned by his own father to see if he had what it takes to be a real associate of the family— a test that Peter had failed. He is tossed into a car trunk in a junkyard. But his destiny is not to die like a trapped animal, evidently a fact he learns when he wakes up to not the afterlife… but the appearance of a church. It is explained to him that someone had found him beaten and bruised outside of the local junkyard and that the clergy had taken him in to recover. Peter thinks back to his mother’s teachings and leaves his city behind following the experience and journeys to find himself. He winds up in northern Georgia, and begins studying at a monastery. A monastery that would shape him into a weapon of god.     

[u][b]SYNOPSIS OF EARLY YEARS[/b][/u] [i]1959-1969[/i]

[u][b]SYNOPSIS OF LATER YEARS[/b][/u] [i]1970-1979[/i]

[u][b]SYNOPSIS OF CURRENT AFFAIRS[/b][/u] [i]1980-1984[/i][/color][/indent]
	[color=black][sub]T A L E N T S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=7e6e75]Peter Lothry does not have any powers, but on the off-hand he is extremely skilled and conditioned. Throughout his life Peter has been taught many skills and techniques. Starting as a young upstart son of a mob boss Peter was taught the basic skills of a member of an organized crime cartel which included firearms, lockpicking, driving, and the knowledge of how the organization works. When that life ended he soon found himself honing his body and mind which led to mastering several martial arts, sculpting his body into a perfect weapon, mastering parkour and free range acrobatics, memorizing religious scriptures, and putting his business and engineering savvy mind to good use.   
[list][*]Master Martial Artist
[*]Expert Acrobat
[*]Able to Design Gadgets and Weapons
[*]Understanding of Criminal Networks
[*]Comprehension of Business-related Knowledge
[*]Memorization of Christian Theology[/list]   [/color][/indent]

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[color=gray][b][i]YEAR ONE — HOMECOMING[/i][/b][/color][/center]
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[INDENT][b]SUNDAY, 11:00 PM[/b][/INDENT]
Whatever name you call this city, it is a symbol of moral deterioration and the darkness that comes from within. I’ve known it well— I’m a product of it. But I won’t let it go on; I [i]can’t[/i] let it go on, not any longer. 

The criminal element that controls the streets is a union of crime families that have been in control since the earliest twentieth century. Though the union itself had not been declared until around 1972 when my grandfather, Kevan Lothry, collaborated with his rivals Mikhail Graoroski, Stephan Dubois, and Antonio Zerilli to create a landscape where they could split the city into four territories— to not waste time with pointless bloodshed with the FBI and Police Department on their heels. In a story about organized crime the writer would let you believe that the greed of the other families would eventually turn and the “good guys” would infiltrate their organization from the inside. However this wasn’t a gangster movie. This was real life. That was the reality I came from— I was born into the Lothry Crime Family.

[i][color=gray]Born into sin.[/color][/i]

The thought of my life as a pawn underneath this union of crime families, this [i]syndicate of crime[/i]… it angers me. In the past the evil pull of the devil would make me blind as I turned into a savage. I terrorized, intimidated, enforced, and hurt people… I [i]killed[/i] without a second thought. I was a tool of evil and as that tool I thought I was living up to my father’s legacy and could become like him. But I didn't realize what being like him really was back then and I see now that all of it was a delusion; a delusion I did not see until it was too late. I wish that I could’ve seen god’s warnings— I wish I could’ve seen the devil’s shadow.

[b][color=gray]“Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made.”[/color] [/b]

My voice is almost a whisper. I had half-a-decade or more for introspection, reflection, and prayer. But now was not the time for those things— god had led me to the Georgian monastery that had prepared me for my journey and gave me the skills to bring retribution to the unholy and the wicked. 

[i][color=gray]My family’s sins must be corrected.[/color][/i]

I am crouched on the top of a crane, brows narrowed as I look down as Daniel McHugh’s men began to unload crates from the cargo ship that is docked— The Fair Lady. 

My destination here is not random and I am not foolish. When I first arrived back I decided exactly how I was going to about this most holy mission; because even saints are not immune to bullets. But I needed to make my enemies think I am. I returned several weeks ago under the assumed name of Ioane Jandieri, a Georgian name I created to go under the radar as I do not need a celebrity’s homecoming— I needed people to believe I was a [i]ghost[/i]. 

The supplies, cash, and motif I needed were not in front of me; I did not have a state-of-the-art base of operations and I did not have endless supply of money to create one. While the money I gained from the drug-dealing street gangs was one made from the devil’s whims it was not unable to be cleaned in the eyes of god. I took the money to a church, prayed for his blessing, and got to work— and now I stand in black-tattered cloth that I engineered myself. Not bad for someone who was perceived as an idiotic thug. The motif is that of a shadow, a reaper— an angel of [i]judgement[/i]. 

This place… this port. It is important to the syndicate. It will be judged.

I have come to this port in all of its familiarity to face the sinful drones of Daniel McHugh who are ready to start sorting their operation. An operation that has gone on for many generations. In short, the McHugh’s have been involved with the importing and exporting of drugs for over thirty years— everything from crack to marijuana have been goods that they have gotten their sinful hands on and have peddled it to whoever they could get entranced on it. They were the middleman from the syndicate to the dealers and were vital. It is here in the shadows of the night that I remember Daniel McHugh and his boys; it is here that they remember that god is watching.

That god is [i]angry[/i].

I reach for a smoke grenade on the side of my utility belt. In an instant smoke engulfs the men below. They scream in surprise.

They scream again.

I can hear the sounds of ricocheting bullets as I begin an onslaught of unrelenting grapples. I can hear the sound of this man’s bones breaking before I throw him to the concrete below. Their vision is blinded, but they cannot see their enemy— they cannot see because they have been led astray and blinded to the devil’s hand on their shoulder. It is saddening to know that in another life these men could’ve been good given the right opportunity. They could’ve opened their eyes like I have. But now… it is too late. I drop another grenade as I move to the next one before the smoke has even begun to clear.

[b]“WHERE IS HE?! HELP!”[/b]

[color=gray][b]“Every living substance that I have made will I destroy.”[/b][/color] I growl underneath my mask.

Another scream as I break his arm.

[color=gray][i]For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.[/i][/color]

There is only pain.

There is only judgement.

There is only [i]god.[/i][/hider]