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Name: Vance Hannen (“Venator”)
Title: 9th
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Occupation: Leader of a terrorist organization
Personality: Wrath and lust for power are what generally define Venator. He seeks to dominate and control everything, either by wit or by force. He also has a strong opinion that only the strong are fit to rule, and that the weak should perish. Therefore he has his organization in constant chaos, each member attempting to fight each other for rank and acknowledgment. The only thing that keeps it from falling apart is Venator’s unbendable will. Any attempt to remove him from power is met with harsh violence, often he personally ensures the death of those who betray him.
Skills: Various forms of combat. He is unmatched in hand-to-hand, often overpowering and crushing his opponents. He is also quite skilled with weapons.
Future Diary:
Gladiator Diary - contained in a simple cell-phone, it sends him texts of his future fights. This includes who he is fighting, where they are fighting, and who wins.
Backstory: 
His early history shrouded in mystery, the oldest known fact is that from a young age he was thrown into illegal gladiatorial fights, where he fought both adults and children his own age to the death. As he grew older, he became stronger and more infamous. Eventually, he led a rebellion against the game masters, and killed them all. His fellow gladiators became his soldiers, and they formed the terrorist group known as “Shadowforce”. They sought to turn the strong against the weak and establish a new world order with Venator at the top. Venator was the strongest in their proponents of this new world order, spearheading the cause, and ruling with an iron fist over his subordinates. When he gained the diary, he knew it was the universe bending to his will, helping him fulfill his dream of a world dominated by the strong.
Sample Post: 
In his room, Venator sat looking up at the ceiling. One day the world would be his, and no one could stop this dream. He knew that if he fought hard enough, even the strongest of opponents would bend to his will. He was about to go to sleep when a small girl appeared in his room. He reached for his handgun under his pillow. He whipped it out, but when it fired it shot out flowers instead of lead. He then grabbed a hunting knife from the small desk next to his bed, and threw it. Instead of hitting, it burst into nothingness. He then tried calling for reinforcements, “Get in here! Now!” he shouted into the radio, but only got static back. She probably had it so that he couldn’t contact anyone outside. He sighed, “What is it you want?” he said, preparing for a fight. The small girl shook her head, as if she knew he had thought of fighting. “Then speak up, don’t waste my time, you pathetic piece of shit!” he shouted at her. Although she appeared weak, this child was actually quite brave. She explained to him the game that would occur, and how his diary would work, without even flinching once at the times when he raised his fist as if to strike her. “So I merely have to kill the other’s?!” He said, and laughed, “This should be a piece of cake! I could do it without a diary!” He checked his phone, and read the texts that predicted the future. They seemed to show all the future fights he would have. He smiled, what an excellent tool this was. The universe itself had bowed down to him, and supplied him with this future diary.