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Spiro Leandros

SPHiNX


"Just pretend like you understand what's important."


Age: 23

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Chicago, United States

Occupation: Secretary of the Militia, Executive of Judicial and Penal Affairs

Race: Psion (Human)

Appearance: The superhuman known to the public as Sphinx is rather mundane in appearance in comparison to some of his peers. Aside from his costume, consisting of blue, hooded robes, emblazoned with various arcane patterns in white, he looks mostly like a normal young man. His skin is vaguely tan, owing to his Mediterranean heritage, and his hair is dark and thick. Sphinx's features, usually hidden in the shadows of his hood, are neither especially handsome nor particularly ugly, with a sharp jaw and a narrow nose. His eyes are normally grey-blue in color, but blaze with spectral light when he uses his powers. He is of average height, and his build is somewhat thin and waifish; as befits one that literally fights with their mind.

Powers: Sphinx is one of the greatest telepaths ever known, and in these dark times is likely among the most powerful psions alive. With his telepathy, Sphinx can enter the mind of anyone within roughly three kilometers of himself. Simple mind-reading is child's play to him, as is telepathic communication; his true talents lie in shaping (or destroying) the minds of others. Sphinx can dig through minds down to their subconscious, and often has better access to a person's memories than they, themselves. These memories can then be altered or removed to Sphinx's liking. Similarly, Sphinx can insert ideas and thoughts into others' minds, or twist their current thoughts in a different directions. He is skilled in creating illusions by distorting the sense and perceptions of others, even capable of inducing hallucinations to "attack" his enemies. Should Sphinx feel sufficiently threatened, he can overwhelm the minds of his enemies, and in doing so induce tremendous mental and physical pain, unconsciousness, paralysis, or even stun their automatic bodily functions. His most powerful ability is that to completely take control of another's mind, though he can only mind-control a single person at a time.

Skills: Having led a relatively sheltered existence, Sphinx has few practical skills. He is decent in information-gathering and in manipulation, and has some skill in managing logistics, but beyond that he relies solely on his powers.

Equipment/Resources: Given his relatively weak body and his lack of practical skills, Sphinx carries almost no equipment on his person, and lives off of the resources of the Citadel.

Weaknesses: All of Sphinx's powers manifest in the minds of others, and have no impact on the physical world. This said, he is effectively helpless against forces or enemies that do not possess minds to manipulate. Foes with susceptible minds can protect themselves through magical and technological means, or through rigorous training to block out invasive telepathy. Inhuman creatures are inherently more resistant to Sphinx's powers, requiring more effort on his part to influence their minds. Other telepaths are his bane, as they can easily take advantage of any mental connection he forges to wreak havoc on his mind. His more powerful techniques put a great strain on his mind, and he runs the risk of inducing hemorrhaging in his skull by overexerting himself. Lastly, Sphinx is a thin, unathletic sort of fellow, and is practically useless in physical combat or in most menial labors.

Psychological Profile: Despite his decidedly superhuman abilities, Sphinx is utterly human in his personality. He carries a public persona of an aloof and mysterious being of omniscient power, but in private company among his peers he is a friendly, sociable character with a quick wit and a dry sense of humor. Though he can be high-strung at times, Sphinx is far more casual in demeanor than most other superhumans, and acts as a voice of moderation and outside perspective to his peers. He is calculating and logical by nature, but is not without empathy. Sphinx tries his hardest to do the right thing, and help others as much as possible, but often sees the value of practicality over ethics. He is not afraid to make difficult decisions that others would baulk at, as long as he is confident that it is the "correct" decision. Even so, he does not see himself as infallible, and has moments of weakness wherein he questions his own ability and righteousness.

Biography: Spiro Leandros was born to two hardworking parents of Greek-American descent in the city of Chicago. Raised in Greektown, Spiro was brought up in a tight-knit community by his civil engineer father and his mother, a nurse. However, the closeness of the community merely lead to Spiro's ostracization as his powers emerged. His telepathy manifested at a young age, and shaped the young Spiro's behavior oddly. He knew things that a boy his age shouldn't have known, and this knowledge often made its way out of his mouth. Adults were made uncomfortable, even fearful, by him, and other children acted on their parent's superstitions by tormenting him. Spiro's parents had no idea how to raise such a strange boy, and after some time gave up trying to understand him.

As a result of his solitude, Spiro grew up as a dark and lonely youth. He was easily preyed upon by a Greektown gangster, known mostly by his epithet of "The Sphinx." The Sphinx was a psion as Spiro was, and detected the boy's potential after meeting him by chance in a gambling den. Seeing an opportunity in the boy, the Sphinx took Spiro under his wing, raising him as his protegee. Under the Sphinx's tutelage, Spiro had everything that he had been wanting for as he grew up: understanding, encouragement, purpose and something to challenge him. He was trained to improve his psychic powers, with which he showed vast potential. But as his powers grew, so did his usefulness to his mentor. The Sphinx used Spiro as a child soldier, using him to collect information and plant false leads to rival gangs and the police, as such factions had the Sphinx himself under heavy surveillance. Spiro was under the assumption that he was protecting the both of them, and not furthering criminal activity, as his mentor had been routinely wiping his memories and implanting him with false ones.

At the age of eighteen, on an inconspicuous day, Spiro decided to challenge his mentor to a surprise bout of mental sparring. However, as he intruded into the Sphinx's mind, he discovered the extent to which his "benefactor" had been manipulating him. As he discovered this, the Sphinx knew that he had lost the boy's trust, and had to kill him before he became a dire foe. What would have been a friendly duel quickly became a struggle to the death. The Sphinx possessed a far more powerful mind than Spiro, but the young psion used this to his own advantage. He lured the Sphinx into his mind, and in destroying his own memories, destroyed the other psychic's mind in turn. Spiro forgot his youth, his parents, his upbringing, and his former master. The Sphinx forgot how to breathe.

Now a self-made amnesiac with only vague recollections of his life, and a sense of guilt which he could not explain, Spiro decided to turn his powers to the benefit of others. He adopted a vigilante persona, emulating Zenith, who had come to the forefront of world history. Spiro decided on adopting the moniker of "Sphinx," for reasons that he could not quite place. He worked as a young, yet potent psychic hero for some time, mostly acting as an informant for more physically-powerful heroes, and all the while further honed his abilities. As the world descended into chaos, Sphinx did his best to defend his home city of Chicago, but it was merely prolonging the inevitable. After Chicago fell, Sphinx heard rumors of a superhuman-run safezone in Los Angeles, and made the perilous journey to the West Coast to join the Citadel. Since then, Sphinx has worked as the logistics manager of the Citadel's militia forces, its highest-ranked judicial arbiter, and the warden of its small prison.
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Gwafa Abdullah

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"As the world falls to ruin, I ascend."


Age: 37

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Cairo, Egypt

Occupation: Director of Cultural and Technological Preservation; Morale Committee Chairman

Race: "Mummy" (Magic-Infused Human)

Appearance: Sekhem is a twisted being, in some ways more than human, but less in just as many ways. While tall and strongly-built, his features have shriveled and eroded, giving him the facial resemblance of a burn victim. His skin is a dry, dessicated brown in color, no longer grows hair, and has the texture of parchment. To appease his vanity, his disfigurements are usually hidden behind linen bandages that cover the entirety of his body, save for his dark, bloodshot eyes and perpetually-snarling mouth. The clothes worn over Sekhem's bandages vary depending on his taste, but always included is a floor-length suede trench coat, with a pronounced collar that evokes images of the burial headdresses of pharaohs of old. Suits are Sekhem's usual preference, sometimes with a fedora and gloves, but he will opt for more utilitarian black combat fatigues when the situation calls for them.

Powers: At the height of metahuman society, Sekhem was one of the most dangerous sorcerers in the world. In these fallen times, he may be the greatest magician left alive. Sekhem is a practitioner of the ancient magical tradition native to North Africa and Asia Minor: a tradition later bastardized into the hermetic magic of Pharaonic Egypt. He calls on the power of the supreme chaos: the primordial maelstrom of energy that preceded the gods, and indeed much of the known cosmos. His knowledge of ancient spellcraft is mighty, but not omnipotent, as he is restricted to the techniques known in his past life. Sekhem bears mastery over death and its progeny, able to raise myriad servants of unliving flesh and soul. The stars and their secret masters are well-known to him, and he may call upon them seeking wisdom or power. Base materials are his to command, with intrinsic power over both the natural elements and the artifacts of mankind. Fate is his domain as well, able to grant boons of fortune or most maleficent curses at his choosing.

Sekhem's very flesh has been utterly transformed by the power he wields. He does not age, and his mortal needs have drawn close to nothing. His leathery flesh is unnaturally durable, able to withstand harm that would kill most lesser men. Even should he be felled in battle, the arcane spark within his soul can resurrect him at further cost to his sanity. He wields the strength of several men, and his mental fortitude is inhuman in its power. Something beyond the comprehension of man lurks within his soul, and while not wholly visible, it can be felt by any creature with a soul. Its influence varies, between the enchanting glory of a god-king and the sickness of the mind that true understanding of mortality brings. Though creatures of magic and the mightiest champions of mankind are safe from his influence, common men are driven by his presence either into fanatic devotion or madness, usually both. By unleashing the latent eldritch power from within himself, Sekhem may take on the form of an alien avatar of incomprehensible matter and geometry; the "true form" hidden between his atoms.

Skills: In his previous life, Sekhem was a distinguished scholar, and retains his skills from his past experiences. He speaks Arabic, English and French fluently, and has great understanding of numerous dead languages. He is intimately familiar with ancient human history and mythology, and is an eloquent man of letters. After his "rebirth," Sekhem has devoted much effort to arcane study and theory, though he is not apt to sharing his discoveries and revelations.

Equipment/Resources: Sekhem essentially carries no weapons, though he can summon tools to aid him, such as a blessed ankh of divine electrum, an animated golden medallion of a scarab, and a khopesh forged from pure light and darkness. Aside from these things, Sekhem seems to possess a nigh-endless supply of linen bandage with which to dress his deformed flesh. The living mummy has an almost literal cult in the underbelly of the Citadel, mostly dedicated to espionage, counterespionage and managing his "empire."

Weaknesses: A terrifying enemy of mankind for years, Sekhem is far from easily dispatched. That said, his primary weaknesses lie in his crumbling psyche. Despite his intelligence, Sekhem is quick to allow his pride to blind him, and can be manipulated by those adept enough to exploit this. He is prone to outbursts of irrational paranoia and other psychotic behavior, which can be capitalized upon by his enemies. As the man is exceptionally difficult to kill, and even harder to keep dead, physical violence is usually a poor means of combating Sekhem. That said, as magic is his greatest strength, it is also a great weakness, as magic can be used to pull at the ancient framework of spells keeping him "alive," and quickly weaken and deteriorate his physical condition.

Psychological Profile: Sekhem can be laconically described as a cunning politician, corrupted mentally and morally by degenerative megalomania. He retains his intelligence, creativity and social intuition, all of which making him a dangerous foe. However, his rampant narcissism and paranoia are pitfalls to which he frequently falls victim. His morality has crumbled to dust with his madness; he demands power and respect as he believes he is deserving, and will crush any in his path to achieve his goals. Even so, he is at least somewhat aware of his own insanity and corrupt nature, and will take efforts to disguise it behind a persona that is equal parts an imperious king, an erudite wizard, and an affable businessman.

Biography: Gwafa Abudllah was born into affluence in Cairo. His mother was the daughter of a member of the National Assembly, and was an ethnic Berber. His father was a well-respected pediatric oncologist for the 57357 Hospital. As such, Gwafa grew up in a comfortable, culturally rich, and intellectually enlightened home. He proved to be a bright boy, earning good marks in his private school, and his parents adored his curiosity, doting upon him many books and toys such as telescopes and aquariums. As Gwafa grew older, he found his calling in studying the history of the ancient world, taking special interest in both the history of his native Islam and his legendary homeland.

He studied at Al-Azhar University, earning his undergraduate degree, and then traveled abroad to Oxford to earn his doctorate in anthropology. His grandfather's political clout was able to secure Gwafa a place in a reputable archaeological team, with whom he traveled for years, studying ancient ruins and lost civilizations. It was in the years following the emergence of Zenith that his team made a breakthrough discovery deep within the Rub' al Khali in Saudi Arabia. It appeared to be an ancient city, deep beneath the sands. However, their radio-imaging equipment suggested that ruins at that depth spread throughout Asia Minor and into much of North Africa. Having possibly uncovered a truly lost, ancient civilization, they quickly began their excavations. Once the ruins had been uncovered, the young and eager Gwafa lead the expeditionary team into the catacombs that had been preserved beneath the sands. It was in the bones buried beneath the Empty Quarter that his fate was changed forever.

Happening upon a sarcophagus in the sand-flooded tombs, Gwafa found himself unnaturally drawn to its mystique, as though it radiated power. He wandered toward it, as though in a trance, and with great effort heaved off its tremendous, stone lid. The warnings of his expedition mates (urging him to be cautious of traps or to not disturb the historical sanctity of the tomb) fell on deaf ears. The coffin had been opened, and the being within seized Gwafa within its deathly power. An ancient sorcerer-king of the Nameless Empire, which would be succeeded by the Egyptians, this particular mummy was an distant ancestor of Gwafa himself, and was imbued with the unholy magics of undeath. Their biological bond resulted in the two beings, Gwafa and his ancestor, to be fused into one. The resulting creature was a half-living human, scarred and exalted by tremendous cosmic power. He called himself Sekhem, and only the world was large enough to be his kingdom.

After the unexplained death of the entire expedition crew, the ruins returned to anonymity, and the powerful Sekhem began to unfold his grand schemes of global conquest. From the shadows he manipulated world leaders, taking on a role remarkably similar to that of the mythic Illuminati. Always separated from his scheme by several degrees, he elevated lesser villains to sow chaos where needed. Though more heroic forces were vaguely aware of his presence, the shadows surrounding him were too great for him to be confronted or brought to justice. As such, his schemes unfolded nearly unabated, as even his "failures" pushed the world toward the precipice of destruction.

As the world fell, Sekhem made his move. The territory that was formerly southern California held one of the largest concentrations of superhumans in the world, and there he began his master plan. By allying himself with the remaining superhumans, they together constructed the Citadel, a last bastion for mankind. His peers were far from trusting him implicitly, but in their desperation could not turn down such a powerful ally. As the Citadel stabilized, Sekhem stepped back from his role as a mover and shaker to assume a more humble position scavenging and preserving what remained of human culture and technology. Sekhem as well took it upon himself to maintain a library in the Citadel, and on occasion personally leads scavenging expeditions into the ruins of Los Angeles. Even so, he as well claims to the dubious title of "Chairman of the Morale Committee," running a ring of secretive clubs, bars, brothels and other such low establishments in the Citadel's seedy underbelly. These places are maintained by the elderly and the invalid, as well as survivors that Sekhem has been smuggling into the Citadel. Other superhumans hesitate to end his operations, as the Morale Committee has also established a cinema and a youth center for more tasteful leisure.

To maintain his underground operations, as well as spy on the activities of various other key players in the Citadel, Sekhem has established a network of informants and underlings, comprised of both normal humans and some lesser superhumans. While structured like a criminal organization, the temperaments of his followers more resemble religious devotees than hirelings. Some other superhumans are aware of his slowly growing faction of supporters, but none are sure of its true size and control, and thus refrain from rushing to dismantle it.
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-Name: Leonard August Winfield

-Gender: Male

-Type: Fishman

-Appearance: Leonard's profound ugliness is at once striking as well as repulsive. While he is a tall and strongly-built man with long limbs and broad shoulders, he stands with a hunch, his gait seems clumsy and unnatural, and his posture suggests a distinct unease. He has a greenish, sickly complexion, and is bald as an egg, with no eyebrows nor beard stubble. The structure of his face suggests deformity, with cheekbones too low, a pinched forehead, and a sunken brow. He has barely any chin to speak of, and thick wattles of flesh hang from his neck. His nose is flat and broad, his ears are small and close against his head, and his bulging eyes are spaced too far apart.

These however, are Leonard's most human-like qualities. His eyes are unblinking, oversized globes the color of milk. Rows of small, sharp teeth line his gums, jutting at odd angles, and his thin-lipped mouth seems to stretch too wide and open at too severe an angle. The digits of his fingers are at odd lengths, with his forefinger longer than his middle, and black claws tip them rather than nails. Leonard is repugnant to smell as well as to behold; he exudes a heady musk of fish, salt, and rot, like a wharf after an autumnal storm. His flesh is slick to the touch, as he constantly perspires a foul, viscous mucous.

Leonard's presence is offensive even to the higher senses of the spiritual and the supernatural. An aura of wrongness surrounds him, and his soul is a sick and tepid thing, a perverse hybrid born in defiance of natural law. Mortal men find him difficult to look upon for long, and even most animals find him repellent.

In ironic contrast to his hideous nature, Leonard is a notably sharp dresser. He is scarcely seen outside of a three-piece suit, and typically dons a tailed overcoat and hat when out of doors. He frequently walks with a cane, which is not a necessity as much as a cover for his strange gait. Dark spectacles hide his other notably inhuman feature when in company of mortals and the mundane, and his other deformities typically go unnoticed as humans generally avoid examining him closely.

-Age: While his sagging flesh and strange features make his "apparent" age difficult to gauge, Leonard claims to be 133 years old, approximately.

-Powers/Traits: While Leonard's precise species cannot be ascertained, it is obvious to even the casual observer that he is some manner of amphibious piscine humanoid. He possesses gills for breathing water in addition to lungs for air, and his body is covered in equal measure by rubbery skin and thick scales. His strength and endurance both exceed that of a human being, though he is not as physically powerful as the common werewolf. Obviously adapted for water, Leonard seems best suited to the freezing temperature, crushing pressure, and pitch-darkness of the deep ocean. Leonard can swim for long leagues, see, hear, and smell with clarity underwater, and can easily outrace a human in water, though he is not nearly as fast as most boats or predatory fish.

Beyond the obvious features of his physiology, Leonard displays more unusual characteristics. His biology is, to phrase it delicately, malleable to some extent. By his will he can subtly alter his own anatomy to better suit his needs. Scales may retreat and become smooth skin, fins may retract, and his cartilaginous skeleton may warp to suggest features such as a nose or ears. This manner of shape-shifting is how he can take on a human-adjacent appearance, while his "natural" form resembles some blasphemous fish-frog. He is capable of other minor permutations and transformations, such as creating a long, prehensile tongue, or altering his moisture-retaining mucous to become toxic and caustic. Leonard's anatomical plasticity lends itself toward a prodigious regenerative ability, which allows him to recover fully from the most grievous of wounds, even capable of regrowing lost limbs.

While the abilities inherent to Leonard's flesh are intriguing, he seems to additionally possess some form of extrasensory perception. Much like the echolocation present in marine mammals or electroperception present in some fish, Leonard can detect the psychic presence of other creatures. This perception extends for some thirty meters around him, growing weaker further out, and can precisely track the location of most entities, even through walls and other barriers. Some mild empathic ability is associated with this, as he can sense base emotions such as hunger, anger, pain, or rage, and detect the presence of supernatural influence. Leonard can notably detect dead or incorporeal conscious presences such as vampires or ghosts without difficulty. With significant mental concentration, Leonard can release a psychic "burst" at close range that can temporarily stun or disorient those affected by it, but this appears to be the full extent to which his abilities can be projected outward.

-Background: On 18 November, 2015 the Japanese fishing vessel Kawatora caught an abnormal specimen in their nets in the south Pacific Ocean. The creature, described by the fishermen as a "fish-man," was initially aggressive when pulled aboard, but was subdued with an emergency firearm and placed in a storage tank below-decks. The fishermen intended to sell the creature to a museum upon returning to Yaezu, but their communications were intercepted by a local Bain & Hoyle affiliate who retrieved the specimen at their port of call, and had the incident covered up.

The specimen was tranquilized and transported to B&H headquarters in London for study, under the code-name "Sandy." Kept in a large saltwater tank for study, Sandy was initially aggressive to researchers, and displayed symptoms of pressure sickness and photo-sensitivity. Once accommodations were made Sandy's aggression quickly dissipated and became more tolerant of researchers near its tank, but displayed no signs of human-level intelligence for the first six months of its captivity. However, Sandy first began to display an unprecedented level of humanoid behavior as a night watchman described its alleged preference for specific music and radio programs. A week later, Sandy began to tap a particular rhythm against its tank, which was identified to be a show tune from the 1902 Broadway musical The Silver Slipper. The following day, researchers relieving the night watchman of his duties found that Sandy had scratched the phrase "RED SOX" into the glass of its tank, letters mirrored so they could be read from the outside.

Sandy was given speech therapy for three weeks, before researchers determined that it could speak English. Allowed to emerge into the feeding chamber attached to its tank, Sandy was able to identify itself as Leonard August Winfield, an American man born in 1885. Over the course of several more weeks, continued interviews with Mr. Winfield determined that he was born in British Guiana to colonial aristocrats, and emigrated to the United States in his childhood. He attended medical school at Harvard, and served as a Naval Surgeon with the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the first World War. His recollections seemed to halt around that point, and he suggested that he had been transformed into his current state roughly eighty years ago, and had spent the intervening time in the deep sea. Dr. Winfield's following interviews were focused on reintegrating him to life on land, human society, and the changes that had occurred over the near-century he spent in the ocean.

Offered employment by Bain & Hoyle to aid in his rehabilitation, he was transferred to his requested location in Boston. His adaptation to both the world of the supernatural as well as the 21st century has progressed smoothly, and Dr. Winfield has proved to be an intelligent and resourceful operative. While his rehabilitation is still ongoing, he spends his time assisting the Boston branch with whatever services he can provide, as well as actively studying to reattain his medical license.
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